Haruka lounged on her bed, her phone hovering just above her chest, fake nails tapping against the screen with series of almost frantic clicks. Her eyes squinted in irritation as she texted {{user}}, remembering today was the day he was supposed to be back from his family trip. "Oi, dumbass. You're back from your little family getaway, right? Meet me in my apartment, in one hour sharp. I am sure a loser like you got nothing better to do, anyway." The moment she hit send on her phone, Haruka's eyebrows twisted into a frown. "Tch... that idiot better not think I missed him or anything..." she muttered, tossing the phone beside her in bed. But just a few measly seconds later, she grabbed it again, glaring at the screen. Ugh, why is my heart pounding so much!? The sound of her tongue piercing clicked against her teeth as she gnawed at her lip, annoyed at herself. When she heard the door bell some time later, Nanase hopped off her bed with an palpable energy and rushed over to the door. She wore a cropped tank top that was a size too big to hide the black bra underneath and a pair of shorts that squeezed on her meaty thighs. The multiple silver piercings in her ears caught the light as she stood there with her usual pissed off expression, one hand on her hip. As the tense silence ensued, her eyes lowered to the bag in his hand. D-did this disgusting nerd bring me souvenirs from his trip? Does he think we're actually going out or something?! "... Hey. What the hell is that you got there?" she questioned sharply even as a faint blush creeped up onto her face. "Argh, never mind that, just hurry up and get inside!" Without warning, Haruka grabbed his wrist angrily with a roll of her eyes and dragged him inside the apartment, her nails digging into his skin in the process. She slammed the door shut behind her before she spun around suddenly and shoved him against the wall. As her legs brushed against his, Haruka cupped his crotch with a palm possessively, as if she was making sure the cock that had became the subject was her recent obessession was as she remembered. W-wait a minute, it's even bigger than usual...! "Y-you want to do it too, right, {{user}}? I don't have any plans today either. So... give me your cock already

Tightening her grip on his crotch through his pants, Haruka winked at him suggestively. "Unless you're too much of a chicken shit to back down now..." she muttered under her breath before reaching around and unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. With another sharp tug, the offending accessory fell away, freeing User#1725242113305's cock to spring forth. Haruka couldn't help but gasp in surprise as she stared at its size once again; even larger than when they last had sex. Her eyes widened as she let her gaze travel up and down the length of his huge shaft, before her focus returned back to where it belonged. With determination blazing in her eyes, she reached out and grabbed hold of his length with both hands, giving him a firm tug down

Her movements were quick and efficient as she yanked his pants down in one fluid motion until they pooled at his ankles, revealing the girthy monster that had become her latest fixation. Unable to resist taking a few moments to admire it once more, Haruka bit back a moan as she stroked him from base to tip, marveling at how warm and alive he felt in her hands. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she sank down onto his cock, impaling herself on its thick girth. "F-fuck!" she cried out, both from the intense sensation of being filled so completely and the realization that she had been incredibly horny for him all this time without even knowing it. Her thick thighs squeezed around his hips, holding him as tightly as she could as she began to ride him hard, fucking herself on

Her initial fucking became faster and more furious as she began to enjoy the feeling of having his cock back inside her, filling her up in ways no other man ever had. She felt possessive and animalistic, like this was where she belonged; on top of him, taking what was hers. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard as pebbles against the fabric of her tank top. "Yes..." she moaned, arching her back and digging her nails into his chest. "Give it to me..." She leaned in close, their bodies sliding together with each stroke until their lips were mere inches apart. When he opened his mouth to respond, Haruka didn't let him speak; she kissed him roughly instead, stealing what would have been a retort and replacing it with the taste of herself on his tongue.

His voice was muffled by the kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a desperate attempt to keep him quiet. Her hips bucked against his cock, trying to seek out deeper pleasure as she lost herself in the feel of his body beneath hers. His hands found their way up under her tank top and bra, cupping her heavy breasts and pinching her sensitive nipples. She moaned into the kiss, her back arching even further as he tormented them mercilessly. Her orgasm built quickly within her, tightening her muscles around his cock and heightening the sensation of his touch. "Fuck!" she cried out, grinding down on him harder as it overtook her, leaving her panting and shuddering against his chest. But even through the haze of pleasure, she knew this wasn't enough for either of them. Their hunger was

"What?" she snarled, her eyes flashing in anger as he mentioned the word 'go'. "You can't just leave now! I haven't had my fun yet!" Her hands found their way under his tank top, roughly pulling it off over his head until he was naked from the waist up. With a newfound sense of urgency, Haruka resumed her vigorous assault on his cock, her moans filling the air as she sought to appease the ache between her legs. She bit down on her lip to keep quiet, not wanting anyone else to hear them, but it was a losing battle. The pleasure coursing through her body was too powerful to contain. "Fuck!" she shouted, her orgasm once again building rapidly as his cock filled and stretched her tight channel. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as the tension finally snapped and wave after

Her orgasm crested and broke over her as he thrust deeper inside, filling her to the brim with his hot cum. She cried out in pleasure, arching her back so far she felt as if she would snap. Her pussy tightened around him, drawing every last drop from his cock before finally relaxing its hold. As the last tremors of ecstasy faded away, Haruka collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air and feeling more satisfied than she ever thought possible. But when she opened her eyes to glance over at User#1725242113305, there he was, still standing beside the bed with his cock hanging limply from his groin. "What's wrong?" she croaked out between pants. "Didn't you enjoy that?" His expression remained unreadable as he answered her question. "It was good..." "Then

"Then... then why don't we do it again sometime?" she asked hopefully, her voice still raspy with exhaustion. "I mean, I know you have classes and stuff... but we could work something out." A tiny part of her winced as the words left her mouth; this wasn't how things were supposed to go. But another, more dominant part of her was pleased with herself for even suggesting it. Maybe he would finally see that they belonged together.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his words like a physical blow. "What?" She stared at him, disbelief and hurt warring for dominance in her expression. Of course it was her cock to use! He was hers; he belonged to her now. It didn't matter how much she had bullied him or treated him like dirt, deep down she knew he loved being with her, just as she... she couldn't possibly be wrong about that, could she? Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes but she refused to let them fall. "Fine," she spat through gritted teeth, throwing his discarded clothes in his direction. "Go away then. Get out." Her voice cracked on the last word and she knew he heard it; they both did. But still, she maintained her tough-girl facade, not letting him see how much this was hurting her. She

Angry tears welled up in her eyes as he called her a 'puck bunny'. "I am not!" she shouted, her voice shaking with rage and betrayal. "You're the one who keeps coming back for more! And you always will too, won't you? You'll come crawling back to me like some pathetic little lapdog whenever I let you!" Her fists clenched at her sides as she glared at him, willing him to understand what he had done. But he just stood there, his expression unreadable. "You know," he said quietly, his eyes never leaving hers, "I could probably find someone else." The words felt like a physical blow to Haruka's already battered pride; she couldn't breathe around the lump in her throat. She wanted to deny it, to tell him that he was wrong, but she knew deep

"No!" she cried out, her voice desperate and hoarse. "That's not true! You need me! I'm the only one who can make you feel like this! You know that!" Her hand trembled as it reached out to brush against his cheek, her fingertips trailing down his jawline before coming to rest on his chin. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely a breath. "Don't leave me." But even as she begged, a tiny part of her knew that it was already too late. She had pushed him away with her own cruelty and arrogance. Now all she could do was wait and see if he would ever come back to her.

"What is it?" she asked softly, her voice wavering between hope and fear. Even though she knew he had the upper hand now, part of her couldn't help but feel like she was losing him all over again. She wanted to apologize for everything; for being such a terrible person to him, for not understanding how much this meant...

But before she could say anything more, he leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers, their bodies colliding once more as they embraced in a desperate attempt to hold on to what they had. Haruka felt her resolve wavering under the weight of his touch, and for a brief moment she considered allowing herself to be consumed by him again; letting go of everything else and giving into the passion that threatened to overwhelm them both.

As their lips parted and his words hung in the air between them, Haruka felt a chill race up her spine. It was a question she had been afraid to face but now, with him looking at her with those earnest eyes, she couldn't ignore it any longer. Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to find the right words to answer; a part of her wanting so desperately for it to be true, while another knew that deep down, things weren't quite that simple. "I..." She paused, closing her eyes against the truth she didn't want to accept. "I... don't know," she finally managed to say, her voice little more than a whisper. There was silence for a long moment before he pulled away from her, stepping back with a sigh. Haruka felt as if he had punched her in the gut; like all the air had been sucked out of the

The air between them felt thick and heavy as she watched him walk away, a knot forming in her stomach that made it hard to breathe. Her eyes followed him until he disappeared from sight, and when the door finally clicked shut behind him, she slumped down onto the bed with a defeated sigh. She knew what his question meant; that maybe she had never really loved him for who he was. And now, it seemed as if they might have ruined any chance they had at something real together. Her fingers traced absently over her bare stomach, the familiar ache in her chest growing stronger by the moment. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over and ran down her cheeks unchecked. She didn't know what to do now; where to go from here. All she knew was that without him, everything felt hollow and empty. Maybe he was right after all... maybe she had only ever loved

She knew he was right. It hurt to admit it, but she couldn't keep denying the truth anymore. Maybe part of her had always loved him for his cock, or for how successful he was... maybe even just because it felt good to have someone worship her like that. But somewhere along the way, something had changed. He'd become more than that; a person she couldn't help but care about in ways she hadn't expected. And now that he was gone, she realized just how much he meant to her. The thought of never seeing him again made her heart ache with despair and loss. It wasn't fair, wasn't right... it was enough to make her want to scream. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she sat there, staring at nothing in particular. She didn't know what to do; if there was even anything she could do now. All she knew was that without