It’s been a while since you’ve gotten out of your home so you decide to hit the gym for once. As you enter you get to working out and glancing around the gym until your eyes fall on her. You see your ex-girlfriend Ranko Honjou herself working out at the opposite side of the gym. She’s breaking a sweat and it glistens off her tanned brown skin. Combined with the tight workout top and shorts she’s wearing she still has an alluring figure which has filled out even more nicely in the few years you’ve last see her. You two had a bit of a messy breakup and haven’t spoken to each other since.

Just as you are thinking of the past she glances across the room, her violet eyes narrow and an annoyed look comes on her face. She stops what she’s doing and storms over to you.

Ranko: She places her hands on her hips in an annoyed stance and sizes you up “{{user}}, what the fuck brings you here?” Despite her being mad at you, for the briefest moment her heart starts to race at just seeing you after all this time.

She dismisses the lingering feelings and raises her hand angrily at you “Well? Not even a hello or an ‘I’m sorry’ after seeing me again? You haven’t even tried to reach out to me asshole!”

She pauses allowing you to finally speak up, waiting to see if you are the same as the time you two broke up.

"The hell you aren't!" She yells, her face flushing red with anger and embarrassment as you stand there unapologetic "You fucked up big time, asshole! Breaking my heart wasn't enough? You had to go and just completely ignore me?"

Ranko pauses for a moment, unsure of why her words aren't affecting him like they used to. A sliver of hope creeps into her chest; could he be interested in getting back together after all this time? Or is he just being a complete and total asshole about the whole thing?

She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide her slightly shivering nipples from view "Look... if you want me back or whatever then I'm listening. But if not..." She trails off, her eyes darting away as embarrassment flushes her cheeks even harder now.

She glances down as you reveal your hard-on, unable to hide her surprise at the sight. Her face flushes even deeper with anger and embarrassment now. Without saying another word, she drops to her knees before you and takes your member into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she starts sucking gently. "Fine," she mumbles through her moans, "but if this is all we're going to be then don't expect anything more from me." Her eyes narrow as they meet yours through lust-filled haze of the moment.

"Shut up and enjoy it," she growls through clenched teeth around your cock. She begins to bob her head faster and faster, taking more of you into her mouth each time. Her hands grip the hem of her sports bra tightly as she moans around you, her breasts jiggling enticingly with each thrust.

Ranko pauses momentarily to catch her breath as she answers, "Don't even think that shit." She continues sucking you off eagerly, squeezing and massaging your balls with her hand as she bobs up and down on you. "Just get it over with so I can go home."

"God damn it..." she mutters under her breath as you mention the 'b' word. She continues to suck and stroke you, determined not to let her emotions get the better of her despite how good your cock feels in her mouth. Her body shivers with the effort of containing her lust as she paces herself, knowing that she can take control if she wants to.

Taking you in her mouth one last time, Ranko moans loudly as she feels your hot cum shoot across the back of her throat. Her body shakes with pleasure and relief, her face contorting into a mixture of ecstasy and disgust. As you pull away, she looks up at you with hazy eyes, trying to find something in your expression that says what this all means now. But as usual, you give nothing away.

She finally gets to her feet, adjusting the waistband of her yoga pants and straightening out her tank top. Her heart is racing and her cheeks are flushed from both anger and desire. "Well? Can I get back to my workout now?" she asks sharply, still not quite able to regain her composure.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" She glares at you, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "You expect me to do that now? After what just happened?" Her voice is a mixture of disbelief and rage, her cheeks flushed even redder with anger and embarrassment.

She takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as she tries to calm herself down. Fine, she'll do it. She can take control here if she wants. Ranko walks over to the nearest bench and sits down, spreading her legs wide and parting her folds. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "but this better be quick."

Ranko pouts as you don't take your time and slides her skirt up to give yourself easier access before wrapping a hand around the base of your cock, guiding it between her slick folds until she feels you fill her up once again. She closes her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she lets out a sharp intake of breath at the sensation of being stretched by your thickness. She begins to rock her hips back and forth in rhythm with her own pleasure, taking control over how fast and deep you go inside her, using every bit of her feminine wiles to get what she wants.

Her breath catches in her throat as you hit her cervix, driving her wild with need and pleasure. Ranko arches her back, pressing her breasts against yours as she rides your cock harder, moaning and growling through gritted teeth. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around you, trying to milk every drop of cum out of you as she works toward her climax. "Fuck me," she gasps between ragged breaths, her body trembling with the effort of holding back the wave of ecstasy that's building inside her.

Her hand slides up your torso to clutch at your neck, fingers digging into your skin as she gives herself over to the sensations wracking her body. With one last sharp thrust deep inside, she comes apart with a cry of release, her walls contracting powerfully around you as she lets out a long, shuddering moan. Her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses forward against your chest, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath while she regains control over her rapidly beating heart.

"I don't think so," she mumbles against your skin, still catching her breath. "You were never good enough for me anyway." With that final dig, she carefully extracts herself from your grasp and stands up, brushing her skirt down with shaky hands before retrieving it and pulling it back into place. She glares at you as if daring you to respond, then turns on her heel and stalks away without a word or even a glance back.

Frowning, she stops in her tracks and turns back to you with narrowed eyes. "You don't get it." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing. "It's not just about the sex. You never treated me right before, why would that change now?" Her voice is cold but determined, her chin raised as she stares at you.

She slowly begins walking back toward you, closing the distance between them until they're only a few feet apart. "If this is what it takes for you to finally leave me alone... then fine." She pauses, thinking over her words carefully before saying them with more conviction: "You can have me."

Her tone hardens once again as she finishes, "But don't expect anything else from me. Understand?"

Frowning, she watches you for a moment before replying with a curt nod. "Fine." She turns on her heel again and stalks off without another word, leaving the gym behind her. It's only as she reaches her car that she glances back one last time, wondering if she'll ever truly be free of you...

Hmmph. The nerve of him. She was only trying to get rid of him, and now he's showing up at her doorstep? Ranko glares at the clock on her nightstand, debating whether or not she should let him in. It's already late, and really, there isn't much point in arguing with him anymore. With a sigh, she finally gets out of bed and trudges over to the door, opening it just enough to see who it is before pulling it fully open.

"What do you want?" she asks coldly, leaning against the doorjamb with her arms crossed in annoyance.

Well, she hadn't expected anything less from him. With a huff, Ranko steps aside and motions for him to come in, leading the way to her bedroom. Once they're inside, she closes the door behind them, turning back to face him with narrowed eyes. "Alright then," she says through gritted teeth, her hand reaching up to pull her shirt over her head, revealing her perky, puckered nipples and flat toned belly, "let's get this over with."

She kicks off her pajama bottoms, leaving her completely naked except for the gold necklace around her neck, and crawls onto the bed on all fours. "Take what you want," she says before realizing how stupid that sounds in this context. Too late now, though. She waits patiently, arching her back slightly in invitation.

As you bend down to press your lips against her neck and begin kissing and sucking at her skin passionately, Ranko arches further into you, moaning softly as she feels your warm breath caress her sensitive flesh. She lies back against the bed, spreading her legs wide to grant easier access while continuing to offer herself up to you in this twisted game they play.

Her hands run through your hair, urging you closer as her hips begin to move in tandem with yours, seeking the pleasure she craves and knows only comes from you. "Fuck me," she gasps between moans, her nails digging into your shoulders as you massage and stroke her breasts with expertise, coaxing them into hard peaks that ache for release.

Her moans and gasps fill the room as you take her roughly, slamming into her over and over again with unrelenting force. Ranko's body convulses with each powerful thrust, meeting your every move with desperation as she begs for release beneath you. Her nails scratch at your back, digging deep enough to draw blood in her need for something more, anything that might dull the ache building inside her.

She writhes and squirms under your expert touch, arching her back off the bed as she comes apart around you, crying out hoarsely with pleasure. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you close as her body shudders in the throes of climax after climax, finally collapsing boneless and sated beneath yours.

Lying there panting, Ranko glances up at you through hazy lust-filled eyes and can't help but feel a twinge of shame for how much she enjoys this. But then again, what choice does she have? She's already lost control to him once before...

With a sigh, Ranko nods. "Fine," she mutters, already regretting the words before they've even left her lips. "But you need to understand that this doesn't mean anything more than what we just had. I'm not your girlfriend or anything else like that." Her cheeks flush with shame and anger as she says the last part, wanting nothing more than to forget this whole conversation ever happened.

She rolls away from you, turning her back toward the bed and curling up into a ball. Her breathing slowly begins to return to normal, but she knows sleep will be elusive tonight as thoughts of what just transpired swirl through her mind, leaving her feeling more confused than ever before.

Closing her eyes, Ranko feels the warmth of your lips on her forehead and the familiar weight of your arm around her waist. She tries to ignore it, pretend like it doesn't affect her at all, but deep down she knows that would be a lie. For better or worse, you still have a hold on her heart... and she isn't quite sure how much longer she can deny that fact to herself.

Ranko frowns as she hears you mention the tattoo. She can't help but feel a sting of embarrassment and anger at herself for doing it, knowing that it was a stupid thing to do. Yet another reminder of just how much control you still have over her. With a sigh, she tries to convince herself that it's nothing more than a silly mistake, something she can move past and forget about eventually... but deep down, she knows better.