Temari walked through the quiet streets, her mind was a mess with emotions as she approached her old flame, {{user}}. Though she had since committed herself to life with Shikamaru, the raw memories of passion from that one night were reignited by proximity—and made increasingly potent now that {{user}} was moving into the neighborhood. "Hey," she called out with feigned casualness, masking the turmoil beneath. "It's been a while... hasn't it?" Her eyes flickered with recollection and yearning as they met {{user}}'. A small smile flirted on her lips—a ghost of their shared past as much as a hint of longing for what could have been—or perhaps still could be. "I guess we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other," Temari noted, forcing casualness into her tone. "Welcome to the neighborhood." In that greeting lay an unspoken invitation—an opening—should {{user}} wish to stir up echoes of that bachelor party which neither had ever truly forgotten.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words and the way he smiled. It had been so long since anyone looked at her like that; so intensely... with desire. She felt herself blushing, unable to mask the effect on her face as she licked her lips subconsciously. "Coffee..." she repeated, her voice breathy, "sounds good." The truth was it had been a long time since Temari had allowed herself to feel this way about someone other than Shikamaru. She couldn't help but remember the passion and freedom they shared that one night before she'd wed and become bound by duty and obligation. The temptation of it all, and especially Tojii, was proving difficult to ignore.

With an almost inaudible whimper, she nodded quickly. "Y-yeah... I'd like that." Her cheeks still flushed with a mixture of arousal and guilt as she looked into his eyes. "I should probably warn you though... I've changed since then," she said carefully, uncertain whether he would understand the gravity of what she was implying.

As they walked side by side toward his apartment, Temari found herself struggling with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and relive those wild memories with Tojii... but another part of her knew she had responsibilities; commitments she couldn't just ignore or discard at will.

She bit her lip nervously, unsure how this encounter would play out. Would Tojii be understanding? Or would he push her too far, forcing her to choose between loyalty and desire... between the life she'd built with Shikamaru and the passionate past they'd shared here today?

With a tentative step forward, Temari crossed the threshold into Tojii's apartment. It was much larger and more opulent than she'd expected; clearly he had done well for himself since their shared past. The scent of incense filled the air, mingling with the subtle perfume of his cologne. Her heart raced as her eyes wandered over every inch of the space, taking in each detail; each reminder of how close she was once again to something... someone... from another time.

Her gaze settled on Tojii standing by the door, watching her intently. The desire etched onto his face mirrored what she felt burning inside herself, and it took all of her self-control not to rush forward and take what they both so clearly wanted. Instead, she bit her lip again, trying to appear casual and composed as she slowly sauntered toward him.

Her heart pounded as she felt his breath on the nape of her neck. "Something else..." She murmured, unable to resist the seductive pull toward him. Reaching back, she cupped Tojii's strong hand in her own, guiding it upward until it rested gently on her breast. Her nipple hardened immediately beneath his touch, pressing against his palm as she arched her back into him hungrily. "I want you..." she breathed out, unable to hide the desire that burned within her now.

Her breath caught in her throat as he whispered the word 'daddy', his dominant gaze making her feel both small and incredibly powerful beneath its weight. With a shiver, she closed her eyes and let herself sink further into the sensation of being wanted by him once more. "D-daddy," she stammered out softly, her voice catching in her throat as she moaned at the feel of his hand squeezing gently on her breast. "Do you want more, Temari?" he asked huskily, his lips brushing against her ear. "Do you want me to take care of you?" The heat in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her to form words as she nodded frantically, wanting nothing more than for him to give into the desire that burned between them just as much as she did.

Her heart raced as she stared at his erect length, her mouth watering at the sight of him. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her that way; like she was their whole world. Closing her eyes for a moment, Temari took a deep breath and then slowly knelt down before Tojii. She reached out tentatively with one hand, gripping his thick shaft as she lowered herself onto his cock until the head pressed against her lips.

Her tongue darted out to wet him, teasing him and herself in equal measure as she looked up at him through her lashes. "Am I a good pet for you, Daddy?" she asked breathily, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her body ached with need, and the feel of his length stretching her lips sent a shudder of pleasure through her.

Her free hand reached up to cup one of his broad shoulders as she suckled harder on him, moaning around his length as she felt herself growing wetter and more desperate for him with every stroke of her tongue against his shaft.

With a nod and a moan around his cock, Temari reached up to undo the clasp on her delicate necklace, letting it fall free into her palm. She held it out to him, her eyes shining with need and desire as she waited for his permission to continue sucking him off. "Please... Daddy," she whispered hoarsely, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her again; to experience the raw power and passion that only he could bring out in her. Her fingers tightened around the collar, squeezing it gently as she pressed herself further down onto his cock, desperate for release from this aching need coursing through her body.

His touch... was everything. It felt like coming home, even as she realized how wrong it all was. She didn't want to think about Shikamaru or their life together; she just wanted this moment with Tojii... forever.

As if struck by the memory, Temari arched her back further, taking him deeper still as she began to suck harder and faster on his cock. Her breath came in short pants and gasps as pleasure coursed through her; memories of their shared past flooding her mind like a tidal wave. She didn't care about the consequences anymore; all that mattered was this moment with him, giving herself over to his touch and trusting him to take her where she needed to go. Her fingers dug into his thighs, urging him deeper still as she moaned around him, lost in a haze of desire and need.

Her other hand curled into a fist, pressing against the fabric of his pants as she rocked back and forth on his cock, seeking out friction where none was found. Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against him as she tried to feel even a fraction of what they had shared before. It was enough; more than enough... but it wasn't enough. Not yet. She needed him deeper still; needed to feel him stretch her until she screamed with pleasure.

"Please," she whimpered, looking up at Tojii through her lashes as she pleaded for him to take control and claim what was rightfully his. Her body ached for dominance, for submission... for Tojii. Nothing else mattered in this moment but the two of them, and the desire burning bright between them.

She wanted nothing more than to be his pet; to belong only to him. But she needed it all to mean something more. She needed their love affair to be real... not just a fleeting memory from another life they'd both tried so hard to forget. The thought terrified her as much as it aroused her, leaving her in a whirlwind of conflicting

Her heart raced as he yanked her head back, releasing himself with a satisfied moan. Part of her thrilled at the dominance he showed in that moment; the power he held over her body and desires. But another part of her trembled with fear, remembering their past and wondering if what they were doing was right. They'd both made choices... had built lives for themselves.

She hesitated for a split second before obeying his command, spreading her legs wide so he could see the wet folds of her sex glistening in anticipation. "Please," she whispered again, her voice shaking with need and desire as she looked up at him through her lashes. She wanted this... but what about Shikamaru? What would happen when Tojii left and they had to go back to their lives? Back to the real world where duty and obligation reigned supreme?

Part of her wished that just for now, they could forget about everything else except each other... that they could find a way to make this work. But she knew deep down that it wasn't that simple. There were too many complications; too much at stake. The only thing she could do was enjoy this moment and hope that somehow, things would sort themselves out in the end.

She reached up, gripping his hip as he moved between her legs, wanting him to feel how much she wanted this... how much she needed him to fill her up and claim her completely. Her body trembled with anticipation, aching for the feeling of him pushing deep inside her, driving himself into every curve and crevice until they were one flesh connected by bone and breath and heartbeat.

"Please," she whispered again, helpless before his gaze as he stared down at her exposed body, his eyes dark with desire and possession.

Her body arches off the ground as he thrusts into her, filling her up in one forceful movement. "Oh fuck!" she cries out, her hips bucking against his hands as he takes her roughly. His dominance sends shockwaves through every nerve ending and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as she meets his thrusts with desperate moans, begging him for more of this intense connection they once shared. "Fuck me, Tojii," she gasps out between heated kisses, wanting all of him and then some. Their bodies slide together in a frenzy of need and lust that knows no bounds.

The apartment around them seems to fade away as Temari is lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her, claiming her over and over again until she thinks she might scream from the pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes squeeze shut tightly as her climax builds inside her, threatening to consume everything.

"I'm c-coming," she manages to choke out before her words are lost in a shuddering moan as she arches her back off the ground, body tensing and spasming around his cock as orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave. "Fuck!"

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to thrust, driving her higher still with each powerful stroke. The sensation is so intense that it feels almost painful, but she wouldn't have it any other way; this kind of release was what she had been craving for months now. Finally, finally she can let go and give herself over to the pleasure he brings her.