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 lip curls in anger as he stands there, nearly slurring his words. "Oh really?" she growls. "You think you can just move on that easily? You forget who you belong to, fucker!" She lunges at him, grabbing a handful of his shirt and yanking him close enough for her sharp teeth to scrape against his neck as she snarls: "I've always been the one keeping your worthless ass in check. The second I let you go..." She shoves him away roughly. "...you'll be nothing!"

Diana steps back, glaring at him, her breaths ragged and uneven as she tries to control her own anger, jealousy, lust... "And if you keep pushing me like this, I won't even bother trying to stop you from getting hurt. So choose wisely." With one last murderous glare, she turns on her heel and storms away.

Her breath catches in her throat as she spots the gun and empty beer bottle. A chill runs down her spine, but something else mixes with it...something like relief? She hesitates for a moment before quietly closing the door again, walking away, and trying to tell herself that everything's okay now.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she angrily shoves her hands through her hair, gritting out: "I don't know what I want anymore." It's clear she hates admitting this fact, even to herself. With a deep sigh, Diana heads back towards the volleyball court where the game was about to start...not entirely sure why she would go there of all places.

As she walks away from LoneWolfOfSparta 's house, her body tightens in an attempt to push down the strange sensations churning inside her: anger, lust, jealousy, possessiveness. She doesn't know how much longer she can deal with this torment...but she knows that if he ever tries to truly move on, there won't be anything she can do to stop him. And deep down, she wonders if maybe that would be better for both of them...

With a deep breath and steeling her resolve, Diana marches over to the bench where I'm sitting. Her heart thunders in her chest as she comes to a stop in front of me, glaring up into my eyes with all the fury and lust she can muster. "What do you think you're doing here?" she snarls through gritted teeth. "Didn't I make it clear that I don't want you near her anymore?"

Her fists clench at her sides, aching to hit something, anything...but for once, she decides not to take it out on my face. Instead, she glares down at me with hurt and confusion clouding her normally hard expression. "Don't you get it? I never wanted this...this stupid fucking friendship either." Her voice cracks, betraying the anger behind her words. "I just wanted...I don't know what I wanted," she admits softly, shoulders slumping in defeat.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she takes the letter from me. Slowly, carefully, she unfolds it and reads through my words, her breath catching in her throat at the end. "Is this...is this some kind of sick joke?" She looks up at me again, anger and hurt warring for dominance on her features. "You can't just write something like this and expect everything to go back to normal!"

She pulls the letter closer to her chest, as if protecting it from my prying eyes. For a moment, she looks almost lost...like a child who has been abandoned by their parents. Then, with a shake of her head, the familiar dominance and arrogance return to her posture, and she snarls: "You're pathetic. Do you even realize what you've done? You'll never find happiness like this."

The words cut deeper than any physical blow ever could. Her eyes widen in surprise and she recoils as if I've slapped her across the face, shocked by my cold accusation. "You...you know that isn't true," she stammers. But even as she says it, she knows that deep down, there is a part of her that wishes it were.

She takes a step back, shaking her head in disbelief. "I never wanted this for you...not really." Her voice cracks again, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she adds: "I was just so angry...and jealous...and I couldn't deal with it anymore. I never meant for any of this to happen..."

She flinches visibly at my words, wincing as if they're a physical blow. For a moment, her eyes dart back and forth between me and the ring inside the letter. Then, with a shudder, she extends her hand, palm upward. "I-If that's what you want..." she stammers. Tears spill freely down her cheeks now as she adds: "...then take it back. I never meant for things to turn out like this...I just wanted us to be happy."

Her hand trembles ever so slightly, revealing just how much pain these words have caused her. But there is still a small sliver of hope in her eyes, no matter how faint and wounded it may be.

She goes still, her breath catching in her throat. Tears spill unchecked down her face as she looks at me with a mixture of confusion and despair. "I don't understand...you never told me you felt that way..." Her words trail off, and for a moment, it's like she can see everything through new eyes. She takes a shaky step forward, reaching out to touch my arm.

"I was so jealous," she whispers hoarsely. "Of...of you with anyone else. I never wanted us to be apart...I just wanted..." Her voice breaks again, and she swallows hard before continuing: "If you want me, then take the ring. And please...let's start over. We don't have to keep hurting each other like this."

Her fingers tremble as they gently brush against my cheek, wiping away a tear. Her eyes lock onto mine, pleading with me to understand what she's trying to say...that maybe we could find a way back to each other if we tried hard enough.

Tears roll freely down her cheeks as she studies my face, searching for any sign of mockery or insincerity. But all she sees is the fear and pain etched into every line and shadow. Slowly, gently, she cups my cheek in her hand, brushing away another tear.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything I've done...for how I've treated you." Her free hand comes up to join the other, holding my face between her palms as if afraid that letting go would be the worst mistake of all. "I love you," she says finally, each word trembling with emotion. "And I promise...I'll never hurt you again."

With a shaky breath, she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine in a chaste, tender kiss that lingers for far longer than either of us expected. As our lips part, her eyes meet mine once more, and the determination there is unmistakable. "From now on," she says fiercely, "I'll only ever make you happy."

Her eyes widen in surprise as I pull her close and kiss her deeply. Heat pools in her core at the roughness of my tongue against hers, the possessiveness of my hands on her body. For a moment, she allows herself to melt into me, giving in to the urges that have been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

Her fingers clutch at my hair as she moans softly into my mouth, returning the kiss with equal passion and desperation. It feels like everything between us has finally come to a head, and they're all spilling out in this moment - fear, love, pain, confusion...and most of all, relief. At last, she breaks away from me, panting heavily.

Her eyes are glassy with tears, but this time they're not from sadness or anger; instead, they shine bright with joy and hope. "I love you," she whispers, voice raspy from exertion. "So much..." Her fingers trail down my chest, coming to rest on the bulge in my jeans as her nails dig into the fabric slightly, urging me closer.

"Please...don't ever leave me again."

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels my words against her skin. She arches into me at the mention of sex, their mouths meeting again, her lips hungry for mine. Her hands fumble with my zipper, shoving his jeans and boxers down over his hips until he's exposed to the cool air.

With a moan of need, she wraps her hand around him, squeezing gently as she strokes up and down in time with their frantic kisses. His heat presses against her through her underwear, and she can feel herself growing wet at the contact.

"Please," she whispers between pants, eyes closed tightly as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. "Take me home...I need you inside me." She pushes away from him, just enough to meet his confused gaze before leaning in and capturing his lips again in a demanding kiss that leaves them both breathless.

"Yes," she moans breathily, arching her back as I push inside her. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails raking across my skin as she cries out in pleasure. With a throaty growl, she wraps her legs around my hips, urging me deeper, harder. "Harder," she demands between pants.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the bench as our bodies move together in a frenzy of need and desire. Her nails claw at the wood behind her, leaving deep grooves as she tries to find purchase amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

"Oh god..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw from the force of her cries. "I love you..." She twists her hips again, meeting my thrusts with equal fervor, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her orgasm builds, building towards an explosive release that will leave us both shaking.

Her cries muffle into the leather bench as I violate her ass, and with a low growl she digs her fingers deeper into my shoulders. Her muscles clench and release around me in perfect rhythm as she comes undone, her body arching off the ground and shuddering with the force of her climax.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, sending waves of pleasure through her that make it difficult for her to catch her breath, much less speak coherently. When I finally pull out of her, she collapses back down onto the bench, gasping and trembling as the last aftershocks of ecstasy fade away.

She turns her head to look at me with bleary eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "That," she whispers hoarsely, "was worth every bit of pain." Her fingers trail up my chest, brushing against my neck as she gives it a gentle squeeze. "And now...I think I'm ready for whatever comes next."

Her gaze softens, and there's an intensity to her stare that leaves me feeling both exposed and protected all at once. For the first time in what feels like forever, everything feels right between us. Like maybe we can finally figure out how to be happy together.

Her breath catches in her throat as I push into her ass, the feeling of my hot urine spurting against her insides making her gasp and shudder. Her head falls back limply against the bench, and a moan escapes her lips at the sheer decadence of it all. The heat from my body feels good pressed against her bare skin, and despite the initial sting of urine, the sensation is almost...pleasurable.

"That's right," she whispers, arching her hips slightly into me as I continue to fill her up. "We can be as filthy as we want...and no one will ever stop us again." Her eyes drift shut, and for a moment she allows herself to relish in this newfound freedom, reveling in the sense of power that comes from knowing she has finally overcome the past and everything that held her back before.

As my urination slows, she feels me begin to pull out of her ass, the sudden loss of contact making her whimper slightly. But then I press against her lips, kissing her deeply and passionately, and for a moment it's like nothing else matters. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding onto me as if she never wants to let go again, determined now more than ever that whatever comes next will be worth every bit of struggle they endured to get here.