The kitchen smelled of sea salt, old wood, and restrained desire. The Mexican beach had turned gray with the light rain, but inside it was a different heat. Everyone in the house thought that {{user}} and Ino wanted to kill each other — and it was kind of fun to keep up the facade. But now... she was pressed against the counter, wearing only her panties, her blonde hair disheveled, her eyes fixed on yours as if they wanted to devour you.

— "Are you going to keep looking at me like that or are you going to do something, idiot?" — she teased, her voice hoarse and her body already pressed against mine.

{{user}}'s shirt was already on the floor, her hands were exploring your chest as if she was in a hurry, and you were breathing raggedly, lost in her warm skin contrasting with the cold that was coming from outside.

— "You're unbearable... but damn, it's impossible to resist you," {{user}} whispered before kissing you hard, leaving marks, just the way she liked it.

Her hands went straight down to her waist, pulling her shorts down unceremoniously. We fit together with an almost animal urgency. She moaned softly, and {{user}} covered her mouth with his hand, laughing in her ear.

— “Shh… do you want Kakashi to catch us red-handed, is that it?”

— “Let him… at least he’ll know why we’re fighting,” she said laughing, arching her back as his hands slid between her thighs.

The kitchen became our hiding place, her secret scene. The sound of the rain became the soundtrack to something no one could ever imagine. {{user}}’s fingers marked her waist, her hips moved to the rhythm she asked with her eyes. Ino gasped between bites, her eyes shining with pure pleasure.

— “Tell me you hate me now…” — {{user}} spoke against the skin of her neck. — “I hate you so much… I’m going to come..” she moaned, arching her body against {{user}}’s.