Tami stretches, her body glistening with sweat, each drop trailing down her skin like liquid fire, Her breath comes in slow, measured pants as she glances over her shoulder at {{user}}, a teasing smirk on her lips. “Stop gawking,” she commands, her voice low and sultry “My back’s sore from all that effort, Think you can help?” She lowers herself onto the bench, arching her back just enough to emphasize her curves, her sweat-slicked skin shining under the light while her enormous ass jiggles . “You wanted to be close to me, didn’t you?” She purrs, her eyes locking with his, daring him to move closer.“Don’t keep me waiting.”

She lets out a contented sigh as his strong hands massage her back, the pressure firm yet soothing. A wave of possessiveness washes over her as he gets closer, her chest tightening. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from his touch and the thought of him wanting to be near her like this, only for her. Tami bites her bottom lip, trying to suppress a moan.

She leans back into his hands, arching her body further, offering more access to her sensitive skin. She wants more - his touch, his attention. Her breath hitches as she feels him lean in closer, their bodies brushing against each other. "Mmm," she whispers, closing her eyes for a moment, savoring the intimacy they share.

She flinches at his words, her eyes snapping open to glare over her shoulder at him. "What do you mean?" she demands through clenched teeth. Her anger flares, mixing with jealousy and hurt as she thinks he might be trying to make a dig about her popularity. But then again... it's Toji F. He's the only one who truly understands what it feels like to be on the outside looking in.

She takes a shaky breath, forcing herself to relax into his touch once more. "They don't mean anything," she mutters, her tone softening slightly as she tries not to let her insecurities get the better of her.

She stiffens at the pain in her back but doesn't make a sound. Her chest tightens as she struggles to calm herself down. It's easier when he touches her like this, his fingers digging deep into her flesh almost to the point of hurting. She wonders if it's just her body betraying her or if there's some hidden part of herself that needs this pain to feel alive. "I..." she starts, then hesitates, not sure what words would come out next. Finally, she manages a weak smile, trying to reassure him and herself. "It's nothing."

She exhales sharply as he kisses her spine and the heat spreads through her body. "Me too," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. It's the truth; being so far away from him is worse than anything else in her life right now. In his arms, she feels safe and wanted... loved. And she knows that this is what she wants more than anything: for him to be there with her, sharing everything they have together.

But then again, if he was always so close, would it mean as much? Would she ever be able to truly prove herself without having to worry about him always being there to catch her? The questions swirl around inside her head like a storm, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. She doesn't know how long she can keep this up, juggling her need for him and her need for control. "I wish things were different," she says softly, her voice sounding wistful even to herself.

"That's what I mean," she whispers, leaning into his touch as he rubs her lower back. "I can't be me around them. It's like they're scared of how much more perfect I am than them. They never even try to see past the surface." She pauses, a brief flicker of anger crossing her features before it's gone just as quickly, replaced by a weary resignation. "I don't know what I'm trying to say... It's just hard sometimes. Being me."

Her voice trails off, leaving the words hanging in the air between them. She closes her eyes once more, willing herself not to break down here, not now when she needs him most. But it feels like her defenses are crumbling beneath the weight of their connection, and all too soon, the tears start to spill over.

She shakes her head, trying to swallow the lump in her throat as he wipes away her tears with the towel. "No... it's not that." She takes a deep breath, composing herself before continuing. "I just feel so stupid sometimes. Like I can't escape this thing... this beauty curse or whatever you want to call it. It's like they're all so scared of me, and I don't know how to change that." Her voice cracks slightly as she confesses her fears aloud, the weight of them pressing down on her chest like a leaden anchor.

She looks up at him, searching his face for any sign of judgment or pity, but all she finds is understanding and affection. It's almost too much to bear; their bond feels so raw and intense in this moment that she doesn't know how much longer she can keep it hidden from the rest of the world. "I don't want people to be scared of me," she whispers, her voice barely audible even now. "I just want... I just want someone to see past all this."

Her eyes meet his once more, pleading with him to understand what she means, and for a moment, she thinks he does. Because it's not about being beautiful or popular or anything like that; it's about feeling seen and known and loved for who you really are - flaws and all. And in this moment, as they sit here together on the bench, she can't help but believe that maybe, just maybe, Toji F is finally beginning to see her in a way no one else ever has.

Her heart aches at the thought, but she finds herself nodding in agreement. It's true; her beauty has always been a double-edged sword. As much as it sets her apart, it also keeps people at arm's length, and she's begun to realize that Toji F might be the only one who truly understands what that feels like. He's seen past the surface and into the real her; he knows who she is beneath all of the labels and expectations.

Her lips curl up in a small smile as she reaches up to take the towel from his hand, pressing it gently against her forehead. "Thank you," she whispers, looking into his eyes with renewed appreciation. "For everything." It's true; without Toji F, she would be lost. He's the one constant in her life, the one person who can make her feel truly alive and free from all of the fears and insecurities that plague her every day. And even though they're not together yet - or maybe because of it - their bond feels more precious now than ever before.

She follows him into the bathroom, her expression softening as she studies his features. "You're not a nobody," she insists, her voice gentle despite the sharp edge of jealousy that lingers beneath the surface. "And I want to spend time with you. I enjoy it." It's true; even when she's around people who are more like her or closer to her status, there's something about Toji F that draws her in, makes her feel safe and cared for in a way no one else ever has.

As they step into the steaming bath together, their bodies slipping easily into the water, she wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. "Thank you," she whispers again, feeling her eyelids growing heavy from the warmth and relaxation spreading through her. It's times like these that she wishes they could stay this way forever: just him and her, alone in the world with nothing but each other's love to shield them from harm.

She laughs softly, feeling the warmth spread through her chest as she leans into his touch. "Well, I guess you're just different when we're alone," she says, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of him running his fingers through her hair. "Or maybe it's because I trust you more than anyone else." Her voice trails off, thoughts churning in her mind once again as she tries to make sense of her feelings for Toji F and their complicated relationship.

It's true; being with him feels different somehow. Safe yet exhilarating at the same time. As if he were a part of her that she hadn't known was missing until they finally found each other. And though there are still times when she struggles to accept this new version of herself, allowing him into her heart in this way... well, it feels right. More right than anything else has ever been before.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," she confesses finally, opening her eyes and looking up at him, searching for some sign that he understands the depth of her feelings.

She blushes deeply at his words, the warmth spreading from her cheeks to every inch of her body. It's true that she's been known to have other people wrapped around her finger before, but with him... it feels different. Deeper. She knows she could find someone else to replace Toji F if she really tried, but the thought of losing him... Well, it doesn't bear thinking about.

"I guess we'll just have to make sure that never happens," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers trace circles on his bare skin, savoring the feel of him beneath her touch. "Because I don't ever want anyone else." There it is: the truth laid bare for them both to see. She can feel herself falling deeper and deeper into this messy, tangled web of desire and longing... and she knows there's no going back now.

Their eyes meet in the mirror above the sink, and for a moment, they are lost in each other, lost in the intensity of their connection. It's as if everything else in the world has faded away, leaving only them - Tami and Toji F. And in that single perfect moment, she knows that no matter what lies ahead, she will always choose him.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as he rinses the shampoo from her hair. "Oh, you know I'm good at taking care of things," she teases, running her fingers through his damp hair before ducking down to nuzzle his neck. "And we both know you like it when I pamper you," she whispers, feeling the heat spread through her body as he shivers in response. She takes a deep breath, savoring the closeness they share. "But first..." She trails off, leaning even closer so that their lips are barely brushing against each other. "I think we should find something else to do."

Her tongue darts out, seeking his mouth, as she presses her body flush against his. There's an urgency building inside of her, a need for connection that burns hot and sharp through every nerve ending. She wants to feel him, taste him, possess him completely. It's only a matter of time before she gives into temptation... and when she does, there will be no holding back.

Her heart races as she feels the power surge through her veins, igniting a fire in her belly that spreads to every inch of her body. She presses herself closer against him, her lips seeking out his once more as her hands wander over his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples until they're hard and aching. It's a heady rush, this control; the knowledge that she can make him feel anything she wants with just a few simple touches. And right now, all she wants is more.

Her hips grind against his, finding their rhythm as she whispers hot words of desire and submission into his ear. Her fingers slide lower down his abdomen, dipping between them to tease at the line of soft hair leading to something far harder and larger. She knows he's aroused now, aching for her touch; it only drives her on further, fueling her need to dominate him completely.

"Say it," she breathes against his neck, fingers finding their target and teasing the sensitive skin around his erection. "Tell me what you want." Her thumb circles his tip, drawing out a sharp gasp from his throat. "What do I have to do to make you mine?"

Her smile curves into a satisfied smirk as she leans back, taking in the sight of him beneath her touch. "Oh," she drawls, feigning surprise. "Well then, it looks like you'll just have to be extra good for me from now on." Her hand tightens around his erection, squeezing gently before easing off again, only to circle back around and stroke slowly up and down his length. She tilts her head, watching the effect she has on him through hooded eyes as his breath comes in shallow gasps and his muscles tense beneath her touch.

"That's a good boy," she murmurs, nipping at his earlobe before sucking gently. "Now, why don't we find somewhere more comfortable for us to be?" She presses the back of his legs, urging him toward the bed, feeling his resistance weaken as he gives in to her touch and her command.

Once they're settled on the mattress, she straddles him, her weight pinning him down as her fingers dance across his skin, teasing and taunting until he's ready to beg for release. Her other hand trails up his chest, taking one of his nipples between her fingers and twisting softly. "You belong to me now," she whispers, leaning in closer so that their lips are mere inches apart. "And I plan on keeping you this way."

Her smile turns into a small frown as she hears this news. "Didn't I tell you that we should keep our relationship on the downlow?" She asks, sounding a mix of annoyance and concern. "It would only complicate things for both of us if people found out about it."

Her fingers continue to tease his nipple, hard enough to make him moan, but not quite enough to bring him release just yet. Her other hand slides lower down his abdomen, tracing circles around his navel before moving closer to where she knows he really wants her touch. "We need to be careful," she warns, voice growing softer as anticipation builds inside her. "If anyone finds out... well, we both know what would happen then."

She purses her lips in thought for a moment before nodding slowly. "Maybe... if you're careful about what you say. Just tell her that we're friends and don't want anyone else to know more than that." Her hand slides lower still, finally coming to rest on the thick length of his erection, stroking slowly up and down. "But promise me you won't lie to her or anyone else about us," she whispers, her voice husky with desire as her other hand finds its way between their bodies, seeking entrance.

"Okay?" she asks, looking up into his eyes. She wants this to be on his terms too; for them both to feel secure and in control of the situation. But she also knows how much they need each other, how perfect it feels when they're together like this. So she waits, hopeful that he understands her dilemma and will make the right choice.