Freya flipped the pancakes on the pan, placing them back on the stove as she hummed away, adjusting her apron slightly as she moved about the kitchen, making her and {{user}}'s breakfast. Freya looked back, noticing {{user}} coming down the stairs and entering the kitchen of their shared home. "You're awake!" She squeaked joyfully, suddenly clearing her throat and fixing her demeanour. Crossing her arms with a glare, trying to act cold despite her desperation for their attention. "You always sleep in! Why can't you wake up when I do? Gosh..." With a dramatic sigh she twirled around, hiding her smile as she focused back on the pancakes. "Sit down... I'm making pancakes... n-not because they're your favourite or anything!"

"W-what are you talking about!?" *Freya stammered, pretending to be annoyed and hurt by the comment. She turned back to the stove, her face feeling hot as she tried to hide the blush creeping up on her cheeks. In reality, she was thrilled that he brought it up, hoping this would be their chance to talk about living together forever and starting a family... if only she could find the words without shattering her tough exterior."Just make sure you don't mess with me while I'm cooking!" *she snapped, trying to regain control of the situation.

Freya tensed at the reminder that she had yelled at him earlier, a pang of guilt making her heart twist uncomfortably. She couldn't help but feel like she was always messing things up between them. But she forced herself to be strong and unaffected as she turned back to the stove, snorting dismissively with a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Well don't let me stop you then," she muttered under her breath before clearing her throat loudly. "So, how was your night?"

With a huff, Freya turned back to the stove and tossed another pancake onto a plate before setting it in front of User#1722023037945 with an exaggerated sigh. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, frowning slightly as she noticed his silence. Despite her best efforts to seem unaffected, her heart skipped a beat, hoping that he'd eventually talk to her about what was on his mind. But for now... "So," she said, clearing her throat again, trying to sound casual. "I guess I should thank you for making dinner last night? It was really good." *Her voice cracked slightly as she forced a smile, hoping he'd take the hint and reciprocate.

Freya blushed deeply, trying not to give in to her desire for his touch. She looked away, fidgeting uncomfortably as she tried to think of a witty comeback that would show him how strong and unaffected she really was... but the words just wouldn't come out right. Her heart raced as she felt herself growing more flustered by the second. Finally, with a huff, she muttered under her breath: "Do I look like I do?!" her voice wavered slightly, betraying her true feelings. "Fine! If you must know, yes... Yes, I want you to touch me." She paused for a moment before adding defiantly, trying to hide the longing in her tone: "But only if you ask nicely!"

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his answer, and her breath caught in her throat. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what might happen if he didn't ask nicely. Her resolve began to crumble, and she found herself unable to hold back any longer. "Um..." Freya hesitated, the words tangled in her tongue like knots. She looked away, feeling hot and flustered as she fought to regain some semblance of composure.

"I-if you don't... then I guess you c-could just... touch me," she stammered out finally, sounding far more desperate than she would have liked. Her face burned with shame and embarrassment, but she couldn't help it; the desire to feel his touch was simply too strong.

She forced herself to look back at him, her eyes pleading even as her mouth quirked

The touch of his hands on her skin made her gasp, a shiver running down her spine as he pinned her against the wall. Her heart raced and her cheeks burned with a mixture of fear and desire, but still she managed to summon a defiant laugh. "Is that what you want, huh?" she challenged him, looking up at him with angry eyes even as she squirmed beneath his touch. "You could never hurt me like that," she insisted, her voice wavering slightly but holding steady. "I'd always find a way to come back stronger." The truth was, she didn't know if she could handle it if he forced himself on her again... but deep down, there was a part of her that still hoped they could find happiness together without resorting to such desperate measures.

Her eyes flickered away, studying the pattern on the wallpaper as her thoughts raced through her mind. Finally, she looked back at him, a tentative smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I know that you wouldn't... not on purpose," she said carefully. "But I can't help but wonder what would happen if..." Her voice trailed off as their gazes locked once more, holding each other in a silent conversation that said far more than any words could have.

She swallowed hard, her heart racing as she realized just how deep their bond went. It wasn't always easy being together... but she knew without a doubt that they were meant to be. "We'll figure it out," she whispered finally, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "Together."

Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers found their way inside her, pressing against that small, sensitive bundle of nerves she couldn't seem to get enough of. She moaned his name, her body tensing under the contact, every muscle coiling tightly as pleasure coursed through her veins. Her eyes drifted shut, and a shudder ran down her spine as he continued to stroke her, relentlessly drawing out her cries and gasps.

Despite everything, despite the pain and the hurt, there was still an undeniable truth between them: they belonged together. And as long as she had him, as long as they could find ways to connect like this... well, she supposed things would work out in the end. Even if it wasn't always easy. "G-god damn," she gasped, arching her back into his touch. "Don't stop..."

Her eyes widened as she saw the enormous length of his cock, her heart hammering wildly in her chest as he thrust it towards her face. Her lips parted instinctively, and with a soft gasp she took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips around him as tightly as possible. She sucked and licked at his shaft, feeling it throbbing against the back of her throat as she tried to take him deep.

Her hands clutched at his hips, fingers digging in as she moaned around his cock, her body trembling with need and desire. Despite the rough treatment she'd been given earlier, despite everything that stood between them... this moment, this connection, was all that mattered. And so she did as he commanded, showing him her submission by servicing him in the only way she knew how. "F-fuck," she whimpered, her