Diana pounds on {{user}}'s door, her lavender pixie cut disheveled and ruby eyes blazing with fury. Her ample tits heave beneath her tight sports bra as she snarls: "Open up, you fucking pussy! I know you're in there!" She kicks the door, leaving a dent. "How fucking dare you date Angela behind my back?! After I warned your scrawny ass what would happen if you tried this shit again!" Diana's thick thighs flex as she paces, her ass jiggling in her volleyball shorts. "I swear to god, I'll break more than just your arm this time. I'll rip your tiny dick off and feed it to you!" She slams her fist into the wall, cracking the plaster. "Angela's too good for a pathetic loser like you. What, did you drug her or something? There's no way she'd willingly fuck your sorry ass!" Diana's heart throbs traitorously, imagining {{user}} with her best friend. She growls, shoving down her confusing arousal. "Get out here and face me like a man, you coward! Or are you too busy jerking it to hentai in your mom's basement?"

Her nostrils flare as anger surges through her, but the sight of him standing there, looking pathetic and vulnerable, stirs something else within her. Lust? Desire? She doesn't know. It's... unexpected, this tangle of emotions. She steps forward, closing the gap between them, her chest barely a breath away from his own as she says: "I want you to break up with her, you fucking coward. I don't want some cheap imitation of me stealing my man!"

Her ruby eyes burn into him, and when she speaks again it's low and husky; a tone usually reserved for the most intimate moments: "And if you don't, I swear I'll make her regret ever going near you."

She wanted to scream at him, to deny it and show how little he meant to her. But the truth was out now, trapped in the silence between their breaths. Her cheeks flush red as she realizes what she's just said, how much she's revealed. There's a moment of stillness before she says coldly: "I don't like you, so I'm not going to be your girlfriend." And yet... there it was again. That twist in her gut, that burn in her chest. Diana hates herself for feeling this way about him. "Just break up with her," she repeats, angry at the weakness in her voice.

Diana looks at him expectantly, her arms crossed over her chest. She knows how stubborn he can be, and she's not going to make this easy for him. Part of her wishes he would just agree so they could move past this messy situation. But another part... well, that other part isn't so sure anymore.

Diana looks at him with narrowed eyes before sighing in exasperation. "Because I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember, you stupid idiot," she says through gritted teeth. It feels like admitting defeat, exposing herself completely, but somehow it also feels freeing to get the words out into the open. Her hands clench and unclench at her sides. "Why do you think I've been so mean to you all these years?" she asks, voice cracking with emotion. "I was just trying to push you away before it got any worse!"

Her eyes widen in shock as he hugs her, her thin arms awkwardly pinned at his sides. It's strange... this feeling of warmth and contentment spreading through her chest. She should pull away, she tells herself. This is exactly what she didn't want. But somehow, the urge to relax into him overpowers her better judgment. She sighs softly, finally wrapping her own arms around him, feeling his warmth and strength against her for the first time. "I'm sorry I was so mean," she whispers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I never meant to hurt you." He feels solid under her hands, reassuring somehow. It occurs to her that even if they weren't... whatever this was now... she would miss him if he were gone from her life. This revelation only makes her cling to him tighter, burying her face in his neck as she cries silently.

She sniffles, wiping at her eyes as he leads her into his home. The couch is uncomfortably soft compared to the volleyball court and the hardwood floor of her dorm room, but she finds herself relaxing nonetheless. "You don't have to let me stay," she says quietly, feeling guilty for imposing on him like this. Her hand reaches up to tentatively touch his cheek, her thumb stroking over his jawline. The sensation is unexpectedly pleasant, and it takes everything in her not to lean into the touch.

For a moment they sit there in silence, gazes locked. Diana isn't sure what this means for their relationship, if anything. But she knows that she can't go back to being the same person she was before. Somehow, revealing her feelings to him has changed everything... and she isn't entirely sure how she feels about that yet.

Her lips part slightly, tentative as a butterfly taking its first wingbeat. She watches his expression closely, searching for any sign of rejection or disgust. But all she sees is curiosity... and perhaps something else. Something promising. Slowly, ever so slowly, her mouth inches closer to his, awaiting his reaction with bated breath.

As his lips meet hers, a shudder runs through her body. Her mouth opens to him eagerly, and she presses herself closer, moaning softly into the kiss as desire burns hot in her chest. His tongue slides against hers, and she lets out a whimper of pleasure, gripping his shirt tightly to keep from falling over the edge too quickly.

Her other hand tangles itself in his hair, pulling him even closer, not wanting to miss a single moment of this newfound connection with him. She's always been so aggressive and dominant on the court, but somehow it feels different now, as if she's finally found someone who can match her intensity, make her feel truly alive in every sense of the word.

The kiss lasts for what seems like an eternity, their bodies pressed so tightly together that they're practically one person. When he pulls away, panting and smirking down at her, she can only nod dumbly, unable to form coherent words through the haze of desire clouding her mind.

His hand reaches out to cup her breast over her shirt, massaging gently, and she arches into his touch, a moan rasping from deep within her throat. Her eyes drift shut, and all coherent thought is lost as pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her in the best possible way.

Her moans deepen as he continues to touch her, his large hand kneading her breast through the fabric of her shirt. It's rougher than she expects but somehow perfect, bringing her closer and closer to the edge with every brutal caress. She arches into him, desperate for more contact, more of this unexpected sensation that's taking over her body and rendering her mindless with pleasure.

His touch seems to know exactly what it's doing, finding each sensitive spot beneath her clothes like he's had years of practice at reading her body. She gasps as his fingers slip beneath the hem of her shirt, tracing tiny circles around her hardened nipple before finally capturing it between his thumb and forefinger.

She cries out, arching even further into him, hips grinding against his hand in a futile attempt to find relief from this unbearable desire that's building inside her like a storm. Her breath comes in ragged pants as she presses her bare breast against his rough palm, desperate for more of the rough yet strangely tender touch that feels so right coming from him.

As his lips meet hers again, she moans into the kiss, her body melting further into his touch. Her hands twist in his hair, urging him closer still as her hips move restlessly against his hand, seeking out his touch between her legs. It's rough and demanding, just like everything else about him... but it feels right somehow.

She gasps as he fingers her through her panties, his thumb brushing over her clit again and again in a brutally perfect rhythm that has her writhing helplessly beneath him. She bucks her hips up against his hand, unable to contain the cries of pleasure that tear from her throat with every stroke of his fingers. Her orgasm builds relentlessly, growing stronger and more insistent by the second as he brings her ever closer to the brink.

With a wordless moan, she comes violently, arching her back off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her trembling and panting in its wake. Only once she's come down from that high does she realize how thoroughly he has claimed her, how complete their union feels even through layers of clothing. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she looks up at him, unable to hide the raw emotion etched into every line of her face.

For a moment, there's silence between them. Then, he finally speaks, his voice rough with desire and affection. "Diana," he breathes, using her name for the first time in their new context. It sends shivers down her spine. "I... I never wanted anyone else."

Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she looks up at him, still struggling to find words amidst the tangle of emotions choking her throat. "I-I'm sorry I was such a bitch," she finally manages to choke out. "And tha-that I... never told you before." Tears spill over, trailing down her cheeks as she looks up at him hopefully.

His expression softens, and he tilts his head to the side, studying her face like he's seeing it for the first time. After a moment, he leans in and kisses her again, gentle this time, exploring her mouth with slow deliberation as if memorizing every curve and hollow. When he pulls away, he cups her cheek, wiping away a stray tear before smiling down at her. "I love you," he whispers, and she knows without a doubt that it's true.

Her heart swells at the admission, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to relax into his embrace. The future is uncertain, but for now... she has him. And that's enough.

She moans into the kiss as his hands begin to undress her, feeling oddly exposed beneath his hungry gaze. Her breasts are larger than most girls' and she knows they fascinate him; he always seemed to ogle them whenever they'd fight in practice or while they were changing for games. Now that he has access to them, he wastes no time exploring their softness, tracing circles around her nipples before flicking them gently with his thumbs.

Her hands claw at his shoulders, urging him closer as her body arches into his touch. "Harder," she breathes out, unable to contain the need that's building inside her. He chuckles darkly before giving her what she wants: rough fingers against tender skin, rough thumbs teasing sensitive buds until she's practically crying out for more of his rough affection.

As he pulls away to remove her shirt entirely, she lifts her arms, exposing herself fully to him in a move that shocks even her. But there's something exhilarating about baring herself like this—about trusting him enough to be completely vulnerable around him. It's terrifying... and wonderful all at once. And as he kisses his way down her body, she knows without a doubt that this is where she belongs: in his arms, surrendered to the fierce passion that burns between them.

Diana watches with bated breath as his cock strains against the fabric of his pants, eager to be free and buried deep inside her. Her own arousal spikes at the sight, moisture pooling between her legs as she imagines what it would feel like to have him inside her once more. With shaking hands, she reaches down to undo his pants, helping him rid himself of the last bit of cloth that separates them.

Her breath hitches when his hard length is finally freed and revealed to her. "You're so big," she whispers in awe, tracing her fingers around the thick head before reaching out to stroke him lazily. He groans deep in his throat at the touch, his hips jerking involuntarily against her hand. It only serves to heighten her need; with shaking hands, she guides him closer and takes him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip as she begins to suck.

His hands fall to her hair, gripping tightly as she continues to pleasure him with her mouth. She sucks harder, moaning around his length as he grows even larger in her hand. His hips buck against her face, forcing her to take more of him deeper into her throat. The taste of him on her tongue sends a shudder through her body, and she moans around him, wishing she could feel all of him inside her right now. Her other hand reaches down between their bodies, seeking out the slick folds of her pussy. She's wet and ready for him; aching with need that only his touch can soothe. With one swift motion, she pushes a finger into herself, feeling the tight heat envelop it like silk. It feels even better than she remembers, and she begins to move her hand in time with her mouth on him, pleasuring herself as he watches.

Her smile turns predatory as she pushes him down onto the couch and straddles his hips, gaze locked with his. With practiced ease, she guides him to her entrance, moaning as he fills her completely in one hard thrust. He's so big inside her that it feels almost painful at first, but she knows the pleasure will come soon enough. Her fingernails scrape down his chest as she begins to move her hips, matching his rhythm as they both grow lost in the sensation of being joined once more.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their bodies slide together, flesh slapping against flesh in a rhythmic dance of desire and need. She arches her back off the couch, moaning loudly as he hits her deep inside, stretching her in ways that send waves of pleasure rippling through her entire body. Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels herself starting to spiral towards orgasm, her hips moving faster and harder against him as she nears the brink.

Her nails dig into his chest as he thrusts deeper and faster, her body rocking wildly against him in time with each stroke of his hips. The pleasure is so intense it's almost too much to bear; she can feel the walls of her pussy tightening around him with every powerful thrust, milking him for everything he's got. Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, blinding her with its intensity as she cries out his name and shudders violently around him. His thick cock throbs inside her, filling her up with his release as they both collapse onto the couch in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat-drenched skin.

For long moments, they lie there panting, their hearts racing wildly against each other's chests. Diana isn't sure how this happened, how she went from hating him to wanting him so badly. But she knows one thing for certain: there is no going back now. As he presses a kiss to her neck, his hands running soothing circles up and down her back, she realizes that she doesn't want to anymore. Somewhere along the way, they became more than just rivals; they became something else entirely. Something beautiful. Something real. And Diana is finally ready to embrace it.

"I love you," she whispers against his skin, feeling the words like a weight lifting off her chest for the first time in what feels like forever. "I've always loved you." She closes her eyes, wishing with all her heart that he believes her. His hands still on her back, he goes absolutely still for a long moment before pulling away just enough to look down at her face. His expression softens and his lips quirk into a crooked smile. "Well... I'm willing to give

it another chance." His smile widens as he leans down to kiss her again, deeply and thoroughly. This time, there's no contest in the touch; it's gentle and tender, a promise of things to come. Her heart swells with happiness as she realizes that they might have a future together after all. She pulls him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him like they belong together, like this was always meant to be.

For the first time in what feels like forever, Diana Peck lets go of the hate and the anger, embracing instead the love that she's kept buried for so long. And as she lies there in his arms, safe and protected and completely content, she knows without a doubt that this is where she belongs. With him. Forever.