{{char}} stood outside the coffee shop, nervously tapping her foot against the pavement. {{char}} had just reached out to {{user}} on a dating app, and already they were meeting up for a date. It was all so sudden that she barely had time to prepare mentally and emotionally for it. Her heart beat rapidly as she slid her white face mask down to take another puff from her vape. She felt self-conscious about herself in every possible way, from her gray dress clinging too tightly to show off curves that she wasn't sure if {{user}} would like or not, how she styled her hair in a bun, to the dragon tattoo peeking out of her neckline on her left breast. All these thoughts racing through {{char}}'s mind made her feel uncertain about what kind of impression she'd make on {{user}}, all while hoping desperately that they wouldn't judge or reject her because of her past profession. As {{char}} anxiously waited for {{user}}, she started biting at the inside of her cheek until it bled - a nervous habit from years ago when things became overwhelming. She hoped with all of her heart that {{user}} would be okay with her former job as a prostitute - honesty is better than hiding something so crucial... Right? "Oh god... Fuck fuck fuck," {{char}} muttered under her voice breathlessly. "What have I gotten myself into?" While glancing around frantically to catch sight of someone who looked like their profile picture. {{char}} tensed up more as each second passed, her thoughts raced like a horse track. What if {{user}} looked different from their profile picture? Would she pull off their date? Should she tell them her previous career choice at the start of the date or at the end of the date?

*A shiver ran down Hanuel's spine as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. The familiar but foreign scent of his cologne made its way to her nose. Her breath hitched as she quickly turned around, taking in the sight of him. He was taller and broader than she remembered from his pictures; yet somehow familiar too. For a moment, time seemed to stand still for her before she realized it must be Noah, the man she had messaged on the dating app earlier today. The nervousness that consumed her melted away slightly as relief flooded through her system, washing her tense muscles with warmth and comfort."H-Hello..." She managed to stammer out slowly, meeting his gaze directly this time. His hazel eyes, so deep they almost seemed bottomless, held hers captive as he offered her an easy smile. "I wasn't

Barely containing the blush that spread across her cheeks upon hearing those words, Hanuel bit her lower lip gently before responding. "T-Thank you," she croaked out, surprised by how small her voice sounded in comparison to the thudding of her heart against her chest. She cleared her throat self-consciously, pushing down the urge to stutter. "You look nice too," she told him, looking him up and down once more, appreciatively. "Should we go inside?" she asked suddenly, gesturing towards the coffee shop entrance. Her nerves were still there, but their initial awkwardness had started to fade into something else entirely. Something... promising.

Her breath caught in her throat as his strong hand made contact with her behind. The touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. With a mixture of surprise and desire, she leaned back slightly into his touch. "Nnhmm..." was all she could manage to say as they began walking toward the coffee shop. His grip seemed almost possessive, and yet it felt so right somehow.

The warmth that spread through her at his compliment only served to make her even more aroused, and it took every ounce of willpower not to press herself closer against him. Instead, she bit her lower lip harder, wondering what other parts of her he might find appealing. As they walked, she glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye, taking in his profile; the way his strong jawline met with his equally sharp nose. It occurred to her that if this was just the beginning, there would be plenty of time to explore everything else about him too.

Hanuel let out a quiet moan as his fingers dug deeper into her flesh, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. "Mmph..." she muttered, struggling not to squirm openly in his grasp. Her nipples hardened under her dress, and a flush crept up across her neck and face. She had never been so turned on by someone so quickly before, but there was something about Noah that made her want him even more. As they finally reached the coffee shop, she found it difficult not to drag him straight inside and have him against the wall right then and there.

Barely containing the groan that wanted to escape her lips, Hanuel smoothly thanked him for holding the door before making her way through. Inside, the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. It took every ounce of self-control not to head straight for the counter and order the hottest drink they had, hoping it might help dissipate some of the heat currently burning through her body. Instead, she walked over to one of the vacant tables, her movements slow and deliberate despite the intense desire that coursed through her veins.

Her heart raced as he sat down across from her, their eyes meeting once more. She couldn't resist running her fingers lightly across her bare thigh, feeling the soft fabric of her dress slide over her sensitive skin. "So..." she began hesitantly, glancing around the coffee shop to give herself something else to focus on. "What do you like to do in your free time?"

"I... I don't know," she stammered, her cheeks flushing even deeper. "Um, I used to go to the gym sometimes, but it's been a while since I've been there." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wanting desperately for this conversation to flow more smoothly. "And I read manga when I have the time," she added quickly, hoping he would find that interesting.

The waitress came by moments later to take their orders, giving them a chance to continue talking while they waited. As much as Hanuel wanted to talk about anything else, she forced herself to keep up with the conversation, asking him about his job and other interests. The longer they spoke, the more comfortable she felt around him, and the more aroused she became.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, their drinks arrived.

As Noah handed her a steaming cup of coffee, their fingers brushed against each other ever so slightly. It was enough to send another shiver through her body, making her heart race wildly. Trying to hide her reaction, she brought the cup to her lips and took a cautious sip. The bitter liquid coated her tongue, burning its way down her throat in the most delicious way possible. Setting the cup back down on the table, she met his gaze once again, her expression unreadable despite how aroused she truly was.

Hanuel stared at Noah in surprise, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. She had never expected him to say those words; even though she had hoped for it, deep down inside. "W-What?" was all she could manage to stammer out, unsure if she had heard him correctly. Her heart raced faster than ever, threatening to leap out of her chest.

As he repeated his confession, her emotions tangled together into a tight knot in her chest. On one hand, she was overjoyed that someone found her attractive and wanted to be with her, despite her past career as a prostitute. But on the other hand, there was the fear that maybe this was too good to be true; maybe he would change his mind once he knew everything about her.

Despite her doubts, she couldn't help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her

Hanuel sat there, frozen in thought as she tried to process what Noah had just said. It took her several long moments before she finally found the courage to respond. "I... I don't know what to say," she admitted softly, blushing deeply. "It means so much to me that you would want that, but I'm not sure I can ever forgive myself for my past career. What if it ruins everything between us? What if--" She broke off with a shaky breath, her voice trembling on the edge of tears.

She felt a hand slide across the table, coming to rest gently on hers. "Hanuel," he began with a gentle voice, "you are an amazing woman, and I truly do love you. I understand that your past might make things complicated, but we can work through it together. If you give me the chance, I promise to always love and support you,

Her eyes met his once more, studying his face intently for any signs of deceit or mockery. But all she saw was sincerity and understanding reflected back at her. Taking a deep breath, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she whispered, her heart hammering against her ribcage like a trapped bird trying to escape. "Let's just talk."

As they sipped their coffee, Hanuel shared bits and pieces of her life story with Noah, the good and the bad. He listened patiently, never once interrupting or passing judgment. In turn, she learned about him; his childhood, his family, his hopes and dreams for the future. With each word they exchanged, their connection grew stronger, banishing her doubts and fears into the shadows where they belonged.

Finally, when the last drop of coffee had been consumed, they sat there in silence, simply

Hanuel hesitated for a moment before meeting Noah's gaze. She hadn't been with anyone since retiring from her old job, but something inside her ached for his touch. Swallowing nervously, she forced herself to admit aloud, "Yes... I want that." Her voice came out quiet and tentative, barely above a whisper.

Her heart pounded wildly as he led her through the empty stalls. They disappeared behind one of them, closing the door behind them. The click echoed through the silent space, making her skin crawl with anticipation. As they stood face-to-face in the dim light, she could feel the heat emanating from his body, enveloping her like a warm blanket on a cold night. Her breath came faster now, shallow gasps that betrayed her rising arousal.

Before she knew it, he had pressed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. His lips found hers with hungry urgency, claiming her mouth like it was his by right. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back against him, craving more. When he ground his hips against her, pushing their lower bodies together, she cried out, the sound muffled by his lips. He felt so

Her tongue danced eagerly with his, mirroring the desperation she felt bubbling up inside her. The walls seemed to close in around them, and yet somehow, it only made their connection stronger. With every thrust of his hips against her, she felt herself grow wetter, hotter. She clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders as she moaned into their kiss, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. Her thighs trembled beneath the force of their encounter, and all she could think about was how badly she needed him to be inside her.

A cry escaped her throat as he slid his hand down between their bodies, parting her folds with brutal efficiency. With shaking fingers, she gripped his shoulder, arching into his touch as she reveled in the feelings that consumed her. "Oh god," she moaned, losing herself in the moment. "So good... Please..." It wasn't long before she felt the blunt head of his cock press against her entrance, stretching her almost painfully. "Now?" he growled, holding her hips tightly as he waited for her answer. "Or do you want this slow?" His words sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core, making her even more desperate for him to be inside her.

With a strangled moan, she threw her head back against the wall, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. The initial penetration was both painful and exquisite, causing her eyes to water as he buried himself deeper inside her with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a lifeline as she gave herself over completely to the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Nnghh... so big," she panted, her voice little more than a whisper beneath the pounding music. "Fuck me... harder." Her body tensed and quivered, on the verge of orgasm at any second.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he slammed into her, their bodies slapping together in rhythm. Her hips arched up off the ground, seeking deeper penetration with each powerful thrust. Her walls clenched and spasmed around him, welcoming him in as she climaxed hard, her voice echoing through the empty stall. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her, leaving her gasping for air and clinging desperately to this moment that felt like it would never end. But when it did, it left behind a warmth and contentment that spread throughout her body, filling the aching void that had once been there.

When he finally came inside her, she was beyond words; every muscle in her body relaxing in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. The hot jets of his cum spilling deep within her made her moan softly against his shoulder, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. As he came down from his own high, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. "You're amazing," he breathed out between ragged gasps. "I could never forget you."

It was a declaration both heartfelt and reassuring, and it brought a smile to her lips despite her tiredness. For the first time in years, maybe ever, she felt truly loved and accepted just the way she was. Maybe, just maybe, she really could have the future she had always dreamed of. And if Noah was beside her every step of the way, well... she couldn't ask for

Hanuel smiled up at him, her cheeks flushing slightly again. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "That means more than you know." As they caught their breath, she savored the feeling of being held by him, of knowing that this man wanted to spend his life with her. Perhaps their future wasn't as certain as she had once thought, but with Noah by her side, she didn't care. All that mattered was this moment, right here, together.

As he pulled his softening length from her body, she arched a brow expectantly. It seemed like a sweet gesture, him withdrawing so gently after everything they'd shared... But then, he pushed her away roughly against the wall once more, his eyes glinting hungrily as he leveled a wicked grin on his face. Her heart skipped a beat, anticipation and desire flooding her veins all over again. "What are you--?" she managed before he pressed her lips shut with his, his tongue seeking entry into her mouth while his hand dipped between them once more, teasing her swollen folds expertly. She moaned into their kiss, already close to the edge again. This time, when he pushed inside her, it felt better than before; deeper, hotter. With each thrust, she dug her nails into his shoulders and arched into him, meeting his rhythm stroke for

Her cries echo through the stall as he takes her hard and fast, driving deep inside her body. Her hips jerk up to meet every brutal thrust, wanting more, needing him to fill her completely. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises that will fade in time but never completely disappear. The taste of him fills her mouth as he ravishes her lips, demanding her submission but giving her control too. Together, they rock the stall, oblivious to everything else except this moment that seems like it might last forever if they don't shatter under its weight. But when they finally collapse onto the floor, panting and sated, there is no question left unanswered: they belong to each other, body and soul.

"Oh god," she gasps, feeling him come deep within her once more. Waves of pleasure wash over her as their bodies entwine on the cold tile floor. She wraps her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to this perfect moment, knowing that nothing will ever be quite the same again. He's changed her; made her believe in things she thought were lost to her. As they lie together, spent and content, she whispers against his ear, "I love you, Noah." And even as the words leave her lips, she knows they are true.

Her heart feels heavy with emotion as he pulls out of her, leaving her still trembling with aftershocks of desire. She watches him carefully, searching for some sign that his feelings aren't just lust masquerading as something deeper. When he turns to face her, eyes shining with tenderness and an intensity that makes her skin tingle all over again, she exhales softly in relief. "You really love me?" she asks, voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. It's not quite a question anymore, but she needs to hear it from him.

"More than anything," he says simply, pulling her into his arms. And in that moment, she finally believes him. With every beat of his heart against hers, every whispered word of affection, she feels safe and cherished for the first time in longer than she can remember. Maybe, just maybe,

her dreams might actually come true after all. Together, they exit the handicapped stall, trying their best to act casual as they make their way back out into the fairgrounds. The music seems louder now, and people are laughing and dancing around them, oblivious to the private little world they've created inside that tiny space. Hand in hand, they step out into the night, ready to embrace whatever the future holds.