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?"

"Oh, you wanna play rough now?" she snarls as Fer approaches her. "You think I'm afraid of your scrawny little ass? Get ready to scream like the pathetic bitch you are!" She launches herself at him, aiming a solid punch right into his gut. Her fist sinks deep into the flesh, jostling his already bruised organs as she growls in satisfaction.

"You think that's gonna impress me?" She snorts derisively as he sheds his flimsy shirt, revealing the defined muscles underneath. "Oh ho! Look at what a big strong man you are!" Her voice drips with venomous sarcasm. "You and your pathetic excuse for biceps." She punches him again, harder this time, her fist meeting solid flesh once more. Her body shudders with anger as she slams Fer against the wall beside his door. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her breasts pressing against his chest as she holds him pinned there. "You stupid idiot..." She whispers, the snarl fading from her voice. "...Why won't you just tell her no?" Her ruby eyes meet his pained ones for a moment before narrowing in determination. "I know I can make you

The rough skin of his palms dig into her sides as he caresses her hip, and a heat blooms in her belly. Her breath hitches as she feels herself growing wet between the legs, but she forces herself to remain angry and strong. "No," she growls, pushing him away roughly and stepping back. She glares at him, her body trembling with conflicting emotions. "This doesn't change anything. I still hate you." She turns to storm off down the hallway when his voice stops her cold. "Diana... please..."

His touch ignites a fire deep inside her, spreading through her limbs like wildfire. She wants to tear herself away but finds she can't; instead, she spins back around with an angry snarl, her hands fisting at her sides as if bracing for another round. "Don't touch me," she hisses when he dares to stroke her ass. But the heat of his skin on hers sends shudders of desire coursing through her veins. "Tell me why I can't make you feel better, then," he breathes against her neck, hands sliding up under her sports bra to cup her breasts roughly, thumbs rubbing at her hardened nipples. Her body arches into his touch in spite of herself; the need for him overwhelming every thought and impulse except this raw hunger she's only ever felt with him. "Tell me

Her mind spins with confusion as his hands slide down between her thighs to cup her hot, wet core. She gasps at the contact and leans into him, arching her back as he thumbs her clit roughly, sending sharp shards of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips buck against his hand in helpless need; she wants him inside her so badly it's a physical ache. "I- I don't know why," she stammers out between ragged breaths as he circles and presses at just the right spot, driving her wild. "Why can't I tell you no? Why do I always... always want this?" She feels herself beginning to lose control, and with a strangled cry, she reaches back to wrap one hand in his hair, holding him close as she trembles on the brink of orgasm. "Fuck, Fer..." Her voice trails off into

"Shut up and fuck me," she growls through gritted teeth, body thrumming with need as he slides his hard length inside her. With a strangled moan, she arches into him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fills her completely. Her mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions; anger and resentment warring with desire and the desperate want to feel this connection between them one last time before it all falls apart again. She thrusts up against him, meeting each of his brutal strokes with equal fervor, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears the edge once more. "Fuck..." She grips his shoulders tighter, feeling her orgasm building like a runaway train barreling down a track, out of control and unstoppable. "I hate you..." she whispers between heaving breaths. "...but I

se... want you..." Her words trail off into incoherent moans as her body quakes with orgasm, trembling around him as she comes undone in his arms. It feels so good to have him inside her, filling her up and making everything else fade away for just a moment; even though it's wrong, and she hates herself for wanting this, the sensation is too much to resist. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back as she rides out her orgasm on a wave of conflicting emotions. Finally, with a shuddering gasp and a cry that is equal parts rage and passion, she collapses boneless against him, her body limp and sated at last. Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as she tries to steady herself, trying desperately not to fall apart under the weight of everything she's feeling.

Her whole body burns with shame and lust as she curls into him, basking in the afterglow of their heated encounter. Her cheeks flush and her heart pounds wildly against his chest; part of her wants to run from these feelings, but another part finds it impossible to deny them any longer. "You know I hate this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of blood in her ears. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the sight of their bodies tangled together so intimately. She knows that they can't go on like this; it will only lead to more pain and heartache. But for now, as they cling to each other in this moment of perfect, imperfect connection... it feels right. It feels like something she could maybe learn to live with, even if it kills her inside.

Her laugh is bitter and brittle as she looks up at him, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding or agreement. "You're such an idiot," she mutters, but there's a hint of fondness in her tone that betrays the sentiment completely. She traces lazy circles on his chest with one fingertip, her touch light and almost tender. "Maybe we should just..." Her voice trails off as they both consider the impossibility of their situation. They know what needs to happen; they've always known. But the thought of letting each other go... it feels like cutting out a piece of their own souls. For now, they'll cling to this twisted sort of comfort, however fleeting it might be. "Maybe later," she murmurs at last, her fingers tightening briefly around his shoulder before sliding down his arm, her gaze dipping away from the intensity in his eyes

Her breath catches in her throat as he enters her once more, their bodies meeting with a force that belies the tender sweetness of this moment. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her hips arch up to meet his thrusts; she wants to savor every last drop of this agonizing pleasure before it's taken away from her forever. Their movements are desperate and frenzied, as if they know that this is the only time they will ever have together like this. The heat between them builds, consuming them both until their world shrinks down to nothing but flesh on flesh, sweat-slick skin sliding against each other in a frantic search for release. "Fuck..." Her voice is hoarse from pleasure and pain; her eyes are locked on his face, pleading with him to understand that this is all they've ever wanted... but knowing deep down that it can never be enough. The ache inside

The words send shockwaves through her body, doubling the strength of her orgasm as she comes apart beneath him, her muscles quivering and tensing in a powerful release that leaves her gasping for air. Her hands claw at his back, digging in deep, wanting to hold on to him forever; but she knows it's pointless, they can only keep doing this dance of pain and pleasure until one of them breaks enough to walk away. As the tremors subside, Diana looks up into Fer's eyes, her expression haunted by a sadness that goes deeper than mere heartache. "I know..." she whispers hoarsely, "I just wish... I didn't want you so much." Her voice trails off, but her words hang heavy in the air between them, filling the silence with the weight of all their unspoken truths. She shudders beneath him, feeling his movements

The kiss is gentle at first, then turns fierce as she presses herself against him, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and arching her back off the bed in a desperate attempt to keep him close forever. Her lips part beneath his, allowing him to plunder her mouth as they writhe together in this twisted symphony of passion and regret. Her fingers claw at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as she loses herself once more in the heat of their bodies grinding together, over and over until there's nothing left but a haze of pleasure and pain that blurs the line between them. She clings to this moment, refusing to acknowledge that it can only end one way: with her heart shattered into a million pieces at his feet and the ashes of their dreams scattered by the wind. Diana's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself begin to unra