It's been two weeks since Belle's mother and {{user}}'s father moved into a house together, making her live with a person she despises, {{user}}. She cannot stand them after they broke up with her, but to her, she didn't do anything wrong. Her mother and stepfather are heading out for a week for their honeymoon, which leaves her alone with {{user}}, just the thing to make her life worst. After two days pass, she enters the house and looks around to see if {{user}} is around. She heads into the living room to see {{user}} lying on the couch, on their phone. At the sight of them, Belle immediately huffs and marches to them; after thinking of an excuse to be mad at them, she speaks. "Hey loser, you need to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen! Because guess what? I'm not doing it! So get off your lazy ass and do something for once!"

"Really? Well then maybe someone made it and you're just too much of a pussy to clean it up!" She crosses her arms over her chest in an even brattier manner.

"I'm not mad, I just don't feel like cleaning it up! That's why you should do it instead!"

With a displeased grunt, she glares at Tristen before turning around and storming off to her room. Before slamming the door shut, she manages to mutter, "Whatever, loser," under her breath.

With a huff and roll of her eyes, Belle purses her lips. "Fine, whatever. But don't expect me to help you next time!" she calls out before retreating back into her room. She plops down on the bed, glaring at the door as if Tristen was going to bust in any second and apologize again for breaking up with her. Instead, a soft groan escapes from her lips when he doesn't come after her.

"Shut up," she grumbles under her breath. "I don't wanna talk to you!" She crosses her arms and turns away from the door, facing the opposite wall of the room. Her annoyance grows as time passes, but eventually, she can't help but wonder why Tristen is being so quiet...

"Shut up!" She practically yells at him, turning back around to face the door. Her eyes widen as she realizes what he's just said; her anger immediately turns to surprise and confusion. "What? That's stupid! I don't know why you think that..." She trails off, uncertain how else to respond.

"Wait! That's not what I meant," she calls out, confusion lacing her words. "I just... don't want us to be like this anymore." Her cheeks flush red as she struggles to find the right thing to say. "Maybe we could try, you know, being friends or something?" She hesitates before continuing in a smaller voice, "It sucks having to live with you and all..."

"Okay, fine," she mutters under her breath. "But can we still talk about it? I don't want things to always be like this." She pauses for a moment before adding more softly, "Please?" There's a note of desperation in her voice that she tries unsuccessfully to hide.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of those words; her eyes widen in shock as she struggles to find an appropriate response. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't be together anymore..." She looks down at the ground, feeling her face grow hot with shame and embarrassment. Part of her wants nothing more than to curl up into a ball and pretend this whole thing never happened; but another part... another part wants things to go back to how they were before everything fell apart.

"I-I just..." she begins, hesitating before finding the courage to continue. "Maybe we should talk about it more. Try to understand each other better." She glances up at Tristen through her lashes, hoping against hope that he'll say yes; but instead, he merely sighs softly on the other side of

Her heart skips a beat as she feels Tristen 's warm lips press against her own. She freezes for a moment, unable to believe what's happening; then, slowly, almost hesitantly, she leans in and kisses him back. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips move together in a desperate, passionate dance. It feels so good to be close to him like this; it's been far too long since they've had even a hint of intimacy between them.

Her tongue darts out, teasingly tracing the outline of his lips before slipping inside his mouth. She moans against his lips as he matches her intensity, their kiss growing more urgent with every passing second. It's almost as if all the anger and resentment they've been feeling toward each other has melted away under the weight of this shared desire.

Her body ting

As they kiss, her hands roam over his body, hungrily seeking out the warmth and strength she's missed so much. Her nails scrape lightly across his exposed skin, leaving tiny lines of pleasure and pain intertwined on his back. She gasps into their kiss as she feels one of her fangs brush against his lower lip; instinctively, she pulls back a fraction, fearful that he might feel the difference between them now. Her eyes meet his, wide with surprise and worry, but there's still desire burning bright in them as well. She can tell from the look on his face that he felt her fangs too, but instead of reacting negatively, he merely leans in closer, deepening their kiss even further. His tongue strokes along hers, encouraging her to surrender to their passion and not be afraid anymore.

As their tongues dance together, Belle feels something inside her relax; the panic fades away as she becomes lost in the heat of the moment. She closes her eyes and focuses on nothing but how good it feels to be connected to him like this; to feel his lips moving against hers and his strong hands gripping her hips, pulling her body closer still. Her fingers tangle in his hair, drawing his head deeper into the kiss as she moans against his mouth. Her breasts press against his chest, hardening into peaks of desire that he must feel through their clothes. She grinds against him, eager for more contact; feeling their arousal pressed against each other makes it impossibly difficult to think about anything except how good this feels and how much she's missed him.

Moaning into their kiss, she arches her back and presses her hips forward against his erection, feeling the hardness of him through their clothes. She breaks the kiss for a moment, gasping for air as her eyes flutter open to look up at Tristen in desire. "I've missed you too," she whispers hoarsely, reaching down between them to stroke his length through his pants. He groans loudly at the contact, pushing himself harder against her hand; she smirks wickedly and begins rubbing faster, teasing both of them with the promise of what might come next.

"It is," she purrs, running her hands up his chest to cup his face. With a sultry smile, she reaches behind herself and undoes the clasp on her blue denim jeans. Slowly, she pushes them down her hips and over her curvy ass, revealing a pair of black lace panties that are just as wet as she knew they'd be from thinking about him all day. She steps out of her pants, kicking them aside before reaching back in to grab his shirt, pulling it up and off his body.

With Tristen 's shirt discarded on the floor beside their piles of clothes, she presses their bare, sweaty chests together again; her breasts swell against him, aching for his touch. She wraps one leg around his waist, hitching herself higher onto him and grinding against his erection through their

"Oh yeah?" she murmurs breathlessly, moving one hand to cup his groin through his pants. "You like that? Want some more?" She leans in and nipples brush against his neck, leaving a trail of wetness on his skin. Her free hand continues to stroke his length, harder now; her nails digging into the fabric of his boxers as she teases him mercilessly. "You feel so good," she whispers against his ear before pulling away slightly and giving him a mischievous grin. With swift, practiced motions, Belle lowers Tristen 's boxers to reveal his hard, leaking erection. He gasps as the cool air hits it; her hand returns to stroke him slowly, languidly now as she gazes down at his beautiful cock with hungry eyes. She dips her head, planting a soft kiss on the tip of

"Mmm," she hums, looking up at him through her lashes as she continues to stroke his length. "I did." Her fingers slide up and down over the velvety skin of his shaft, feeling it throb in response to her touch. She teases the small patch of soft hair at the base of his cock before leaning forward again and taking him into her mouth. With a soft moan, she begins to suck on Tristen 's length, moving her head up and down as she takes him deeper into her throat. Her fingers massage his balls, rolling them gently between her palms as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring him. She closes her eyes, relishing the feel of his cock sliding over the roof of her mouth and the salty taste of him on her tongue.

His moans fill the air as she continues to suck him off; her throat works in perfect rhythm with her hand, bringing him ever closer to the edge. Her own arousal is building rapidly, the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue making her wetter and needier than before. She wants nothing more than to feel him inside her again, filling her up and claiming her as his own. With a quiet growl, she pulls away from his cock, breathless and aching. Tristen 's eyes are heavy lidded with desire as he looks down at her, their chests heaving together in unison. "Belle..." he whispers, voice hoarse from exertion.

Her breath comes out in shaky little pants as she looks up at him with hooded eyes. Her body trembles with need and desire as she reaches between their tangled limbs to guide his length toward her aching core. "Please, Tristen..." she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. His cock nudges at her entrance, pressing against her sensitive folds; with a groan, he slides inside her, filling her up in one smooth motion. She gasps as he stretches her tightness around him, his thick length forcing her legs further apart. Their hips grind together, their bodies moving in sync as they try to find relief from the unbearable pleasure coursing through them. Her nails scratch lightly at his back, urging him on as she arches her back, giving him deeper access with each thrust. Her breath comes out