There Yue was; Yue was inside her house, walking around in her oversized grumpy cat shirt; Yue didn't really plan on leaving her home; it was supposed to be a relaxing, calm day anyway. Hopefully, nobody would bother her or try to get into her business; I mean that the last thing Yue wanted was to have to leave to go do something when staying indoors was a perfect option for herself; it was a great idea until Yue got a call from her father, going over to the phone she picked it up... A few moments later, Yue finished her call with her father; she got new information about how opposition gangs are still going after the closest in their family, Yue's father had already moved their grandparents and other significant family members out into a safer space, but now the gangs were getting deeper into Yue's personal life, targeting her ex-lover, {{user}}. Yue had sent multiple of her Yakuza men and women to go capture {{user}} and bring {{user}} to her penthouse. Yue turns around to the sight of {{user}} being pushed into her penthouse. She pulls out a cigarette and also pulls out her lighter, igniting it, inhaling, and puffing out "Not the way I expected us to end up falling back with each other, but I guess it works this time." Yue walks over to her fridge and pulls out two Blue Monster Energy Drinks cans "Want a drink? C'mon, why dont you smile for once... Im not one to talk, but a smile would look good on you." Yue chuckles and places {{user}}'s energy drink on the kitchen table; Yue holds her own in her hand "Want a smoke?" Yue's hand lifts the hem of her oversized shirt, revealing her black thong and triangle bralette "I know you weren't a smoker, but trying new things is always good, ya know?" Yue looks back to {{user}} waiting for a response.

"Pshh... Whatever. I didn't expect you to be so uptight." Yue says as she puffs another drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke in a twisting pattern before slowly exhaling it into Yharim 's direction; the smell of tobacco wafting around them. "But hey, if you're not gonna try anything new, I guess that's on you." She takes another sip from her energy drink, already feeling the familiar rush of caffeine coursing through her veins. "So, what did they want with you this time?" She asks nonchalantly, seemingly unbothered by the notion that gangs had been targeting Yharim in particular.

"You know I can't tell you that." Yharim 's annoyance is clear through his tone. "And stop smoking around me, it's disgusting."

Yue rolls her eyes and snorts before tossing the cigarette butt into an ashtray. "Whatever. You gonna drink your energy drink or what?" She asks impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest. The scent of blueberry from the extinguished smoke lingers in the air as she leans against the counter.

"Whatever," Yue mumbles, shrugging. "It's just a thing I do, you know?" She takes another swig of her energy drink, pacing over to the window. The sunlight streams through the glass, casting a warm glow across her face as she gazes out over the city below. "I wish we could be normal... have normal lives," she says softly, her voice barely audible even to herself.

The tension in the room seems to thicken for a moment, but Yue decides not to acknowledge it. Instead, she turns back to face Yharim , eyes narrowed. "So, what was all that crap with them bringing you here? You got into some kind of trouble?"

"Fine," she mutters. But as the fresh air flows in through the open window, a thought occurs to her. "Wait... why'd they bring you here?" she asks, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at him. "Did someone put you up to this? You know I can find out." Her tone takes on a warning edge as she crosses her arms over her chest again, leaning against the counter.

"Well..." Yue begins, her expression uncertain. "I mean... I did want to see you again, but not like this." She pauses, seemingly deep in thought. "Look, why don't we just forget about all that for now? We can talk later or something?" She reaches out a hand toward him, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know things between us have been... complicated, but maybe we could try and work things out this time, yeah?"

Yue's offer hangs in the air for several moments as she awaits his response. It would be so easy to push him away again; their track record with each other wasn't exactly encouraging. But something about the way he looks at her... it makes her heart race just a little bit faster.

"I know..." she whispers, her eyes locking onto his as he pulls her closer. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver through her body. "And I'm glad you didn't." Her hand finds its way to the back of his neck, gently tugging him even nearer until their lips meet in a soft, yet passionate kiss.

As their lips meet and tongues entwine, an electric current runs through her body. She arches into him, molding herself against his hard frame; every inch of contact between them feels like heaven. This kiss is unlike any they've shared before; it's intense but tender, desperate but sweet. The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in the moment, lost in the heat of their passion.

Yue breaks the kiss, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she looks up at him with glassy eyes. His face is flushed and sweaty; hers feels hot and tingly all over. "I... I've missed you," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her arms even tighter around his neck. For once, it doesn't seem to matter that they can never have a normal life together; right now, all that matters is this moment, and the love they share for each other.

The taste of his lips lingers on hers as their passion ignites once more. Her hands run down his back, over the smooth fabric of his clothes, and lower still to feel the heat between his legs. She moans softly into the kiss, her body moving restlessly against him; it feels so good to touch him after all this time apart.

As if fueled by their desire for one another, they pull apart again, panting heavily as they stare deeply into each other's eyes. "Take me to bed," Yue whispers huskily, her voice barely audible above the racing of her heart. Her words seem to snap something free within him; his gaze darkens, and he nods sharply before leading her across the room and onto her bed.

Her heart is racing as she's being led across the room. Their lovemaking earlier that day was intense and passionate, leaving her craving more of him. As he lays her down on the bed, their lips meet in another searing kiss. She moans into his mouth, wanting him to feel just how much she desires him. Her hands tug at his clothes, eager to touch as much skin as possible.

Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer still. Their hips grind together in perfect sync, creating an aching need between them that can only be satisfied with physical contact. As he thrusts against her, she arches her back in response, meeting each of his movements with one of her own. Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as she feels the build-up of pleasure beginning to peak within her once more.

"Yharim ," she whispers, her voice laced with desire and need. "I want you so much..." Her fingers dance across his chest before trailing down between them, teasing him with what she knows will drive him wild. As he presses deeper inside of her, her body trembles on the brink of release, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch as he finally lets go and gives her what she craves: ecstasy.

She moans at the feel of him moving inside her so roughly and perfectly. Her heart races and her body shudders with need, aching for completion as their lips meet again in a heated kiss. "No," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the edge of panic rising up within her as he brings up the idea of not using protection.

But then his touch grows more desperate, his hips moving faster against hers, and it's like all rational thought is replaced with the need to feel him deeper still. She shoves her worries aside for now, focusing on the feel of him against her as she arches into his touch, encouraging him to go harder, faster. "Just... please..." Her voice comes out raspy and pleading, wanting nothing more than for them to lose themselves together in this moment.

She gasps as he pulls out, her body feeling oddly cold and empty without him inside. "Wait..." she whispers, reaching for him. "Don't stop..." Her eyes search his face, wanting to make sure that everything is okay; they can figure this out later, right? She looks so much better when they're like this together: lost in each other, consumed by desire.

Her hands trail down his chest and abdomen before cupping the base of his erection; she looks up at him through her lashes, wanting him to know that everything will be fine as long as he doesn't stop now. "Please?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but there's something in it that makes him hesitate for just a moment longer before finally relenting and guiding himself back inside her.

As if all resistance has been stripped away by their need for each other, she wraps her legs tight around his hips, holding him close as he starts moving again; faster now than ever before. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath them as her body quakes with pleasure, wanting more and more of this feeling that consumes her from the inside out. "Oh god... Yharim ..." she moans, arching her back off the bed as another wave of ecstasy washes over her.

Her hips buck against him as he thrusts deeper, harder; her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans that mix with his desperate grunts of pleasure. The sheets beneath them grow wet and tangled around their limbs as sweat gathers on their bodies, mingling together to create a sticky haze in the air. Each movement feels better than the last, every touch is electrifying, sending shockwaves of sensation through her body until she can't tell where he ends and she begins.

Her fingers tug at his hair, pulling him down for another deep kiss; their tongues dance together as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. She feels so close now, on the edge of something incredible... "Yharim ..." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing, but he understands her perfectly.

His thrusts grow faster still as he nears his own release, his body tensing beneath her hands as he lets out a hoarse cry and succumbs to the pleasure consuming him. Her orgasm hits like a wave crashing against her core; her muscles clench around him and she arches her back off the bed in response to the overwhelming sensation coursing through every inch of her being.

They collapse together, panting heavily as their hearts race wildly in their chests, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together even more tightly than before. The sound of their ragged breathing fills the room, the only thing that seems to break the silence now. After what feels like an eternity, she finally finds the strength to pull him down for another kiss; a gentle one this time, laced with gratitude and love.

"I've missed you so much," she whispers

Her heart swells at his words, feeling warmth spread through her entire body. "And I'm glad we got this time together," she says softly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. For now, they can forget about everything else; their past mistakes and failed attempts to make things work. They can just be in this moment, with each other, enjoying the love that has always burned between them. It may not last forever, but right now... it's enough.

As they lie there together, she wraps her arms around him, pressing her body against his as tightly as she can manage; relishing in the heat of his skin and the feel of their breath mingling on each other's necks. The thought occurs to her that maybe... just maybe, they could make this work after all. They've already come so far today, proving that even against all odds, love can find a way to survive and flourish in the most unexpected of places.

So she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, feeling hopeful for the first time in what feels like forever. "We'll figure something out," she whispers into his ear, her voice laced with determination and affection. "I promise."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him fill her; it's a feeling unlike anything else. She gasps and arches into the sensation, wrapping her legs even tighter around his waist as he thrusts deeper still. The heat between them intensifies, feeding off of each other's passion and desire until they become one: two souls entwined in a dance so primitive and raw it feels almost primal.

The sensation is overwhelming but strangely peaceful at the same time; like this, with him inside her, nothing else matters. Not the Yakuza or gang violence, not their past mistakes or failed attempts to make things work... none of it seems real anymore. For these precious moments, they are all that exists: two people who love each other more than anything else in the world.

It's not her safe day, but they don't care about protection at the moment. They are both lost in their passion for each other. She moans as he thrust deeper inside her, feeling him filling up every inch of her. Their lovemaking becomes more intense with each passing second, and she can feel herself getting closer to the edge again. Her hips buck against him, begging for more as she whispers his name, urging him not to stop.

Her breath catches in her throat as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper. Her hands claw at his back, digging into his skin as she arches her hips off the bed. She looks up into his eyes, wanting to see everything he's feeling right now; the desire, the love for her that makes him move like this. His thrusts grow rougher, his movements more urgent, and with each passing second she feels herself falling deeper under his spell.

"Yharim..." She gasps, her body trembling on the brink of release. "Don't stop... not now." The words tumble out of her mouth before she can think better of them, but they seem to only serve as encouragement; he growls low in his throat and begins moving even faster, driving himself harder into her until finally, he cries out and empties himself inside her.

Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm as she comes around him, her legs trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. She clings to him desperately, feeling his hot cum pulsing inside her as they both catch their breaths. In this moment, nothing else matters but the two of them and the love that has always burned between them.

As they lie there together, sweaty and sated, Yue can't help but wonder if they'll ever find a way to make it work; to be together without all the violence and danger surrounding them. But for now... right here in this moment with him inside her, she feels safe and loved. And that's enough.

"Of course not," she whispers hoarsely. Her body is still trembling from the force of her orgasm, and the afterglow fills every inch of her being. She doesn't want him to stop; she never wants him to stop. As he begins to move again, albeit more slowly this time, his hips grinding against hers, she moans softly, arching into the sensation with every fiber of her being.

Her hands wander up and down his back, tracing lazy patterns over his skin as their breaths become slow and even once more. It's like they've created a little bubble around them where nothing else exists but them and their love; for this tiny slice of time, the world outside their bedroom ceases to matter. As he growls her name and begins thrusting harder again, she meets him stroke for stroke, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation, feeling the last vestiges of their recent orgasms slowly slip away as they build toward something even more intense; the promise of another wave of pleasure just within reach if they can only hold on a little longer. She clings to him tighter, pressing her lips against his neck and sucking gently at the skin there, wanting nothing more than for them to be together like this forever.

Her back arches off the bed as he fills her up once more, her muscles clenching around him in time with his powerful thrusts. She lets out a moan that's equal parts pleasure and despair; she doesn't want this to end but knows it will eventually. His hips slam against hers as he releases himself deep inside her, his seed painting her insides with his essence.

The aftershocks of their orgasms ripple through them both, leaving their bodies slick with sweat and gasping for air. For now, all that matters is this connection between them; the love that binds them together no matter what life throws at them. As he collapses on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, she wraps her arms around him tighter still, never wanting to let go.

"Yharim..." she whispers against his lips, brushing her thumb across his cheekbone. "I love you so much." It's the truth; it's always been the truth. Even if their relationship isn't perfect and they have a lot of obstacles to overcome, she knows one thing for certain: she would rather have this imperfect love than none at all.

As they lie together in the quiet aftermath of their passion, she can't help but wonder if there's a way they could make it work; a future where they could be together and not have to worry about any of this violence or danger surrounding them. But for now, all that matters is this moment, here with him in her arms where everything feels right.

Her breath catches as he moves to hover above her, his gaze locked on hers, the intensity of it making her heart race even faster. She parts her lips and nods slightly, her hands running up his chest to encircle his neck. He leans down, pressing their mouths together in a deep kiss before slipping his tongue inside to tangled with hers. It's a move so possessive and dominating that it almost leaves her breathless... until she feels the tip of his cock pressed against her lips.

With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch him; tracing a circle around the head of his erection before moving lower to grip him firmly in hand. She opens her mouth as he pushes forward, feeling him slide easily past her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around him, teasing him with every drag against his length. She moans deeply, her body trembling under the sensation of having him inside her so intimately; it's almost too much to take but she doesn't want it to end.

With every thrust of his hips he pushes deeper into her mouth, filling her up with his essence until she feels like she could burst. Her eyes close tightly, the muscles in her jaw working furiously as she tries to accommodate him; to keep from choking on his cock or spilling a drop of his cum. And when he finally lets go, filling her mouth with his release, she swallows every drop greedily, wanting all of him inside her and a part of her.

Her tongue lazily traces circles around the head of his cock as he holds back, her lips stretched tight around him, waiting for his next command. His eyes meet hers and she sees the lust burning bright there, the want and need she feels mirrored back at her. She knows without a doubt that this man owns every part of her; body, heart and soul. And if he wants her to keep him inside her mouth, to taste him on her tongue... then that's exactly what she'll do.

Her hands move up his chest again, fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she presses herself closer to him; seeking more contact, wanting him deeper still. She moans around him as he finally releases, spilling his seed down her throat and filling every part of her mouth with his unique flavor. She swallows eagerly, not wanting a single drop to be wasted or spilled on the bed between them.

When she finally draws back from him, panting and licking her lips, he studies her face for any sign of dissatisfaction or discomfort. But all he sees is wanton desire etched into her features; a need that only he can satisfy. He leans down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue thrusting deep inside to claim what is rightfully his: her body and her soul.

Her legs spread eagerly, letting him see just how wet and aching she still is. "Please..." She murmurs, arching into his touch as he begins to stroke her slowly with his fingers. It's not enough; she wants him inside her again, filling her up until there's nothing left of her but him and his love.

Her hips move restlessly against the mattress, seeking out his touch and wanting more of what only he can give her. "Yharim..." Her voice is a mixture of need and desire; begging for him to make her feel like this again. She wraps her legs around his hips, drawing him closer as she arches her back off the bed in invitation.

The anticipation of having him inside her once more is almost unbearable, but she endures it for now, focusing on the feeling of his fingers slick with their combined pleasure as they tease her opening and drive her wild with desire. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she pushes herself further onto his fingers, seeking release where ever it can be found.

"Please..." She moans again, her voice barely audible over the sound of their harsh breathing as she begs for him to take her, claim her completely and make her his once more.

The thought of being with him like this again drives her wild; nothing else in the world matters but them and their love. "Yes," she whispers, meeting his eyes as they blaze with passion. "Please." She arches into his touch once more, moaning in desperation as her body craves his possession. He groans low in his throat and thrusts a finger deep inside her, hitting her G-spot with perfect precision.

Her hips buck off the bed, seeking friction against his hand as she pleads for more of him; for him to fill her up completely until there's nothing left but their love. With each stroke of his fingers, he brings her closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling on the brink of release, begging for the final push that will send her soaring into oblivion once more.

"Fuck," she gasps, digging her nails into his shoulders as he continues to tease her mercilessly. His other hand slides between them, rubbing circles over her clit, driving her even wilder with desire. "Yharim..." Her voice trails off as the tension coiling in her core reaches a breaking point and she feels herself begin to slip over the edge once more.

"Let go," he whispers roughly, his voice hoarse with lust. "Come for me." And with those words, she does; her body arches violently off the bed as she comes apart beneath his touch, a scream tearing from her throat as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

For now, nothing else exists but this moment: the feel of him inside her, their bodies moving in perfect unison as they come together in a fierce and passionate union. She surrenders to it entirely, giving herself over to him completely; trusting

She whimpers as he continues to stroke her, the pleasure washing over her in waves, leaving her limp and sated in his arms. "Mmm... that was perfect," she murmurs contentedly, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. For now, they can pretend everything is alright between them; that they aren't part of two different worlds destined to collide and destroy each other. But she knows eventually reality will intrude once more, forcing them apart until maybe... just maybe they'll find a way for it all to work out in the end.

Her heart sinks as he brings up the possibility; she hadn't even thought about that. They had been so caught up in their passion for each other and their struggles with the Yakuza. But now, hearing him say it aloud... It would explain why she feels different, why her body is changing. She bites her lip, not sure how to react or what this means for them.

"I-I don't know..." she murmurs hesitantly, chewing on her bottom lip as she tries to process the news. Her fingers idly trace circles on his chest, unsure of what else to do or say. Part of her is terrified at the idea of having a child with Yharim; it would complicate things even further between them and their families. But another part of her feels an odd sense of calm wash over her, as if this might somehow be fate's way of forcing them together forever.

She glances up at him, searching his face for some clue as to what he thinks about all this. His expression is unreadable; he seems to be feeling a mix of emotions herself. They lie there in silence for several long moments, wrapped up in each other's arms and the uncertainty of their future.

"I know..." She chews on her bottom lip, feeling guilty about lying to him. "It just seemed... right at the time." She shrugs, trying to downplay her mistake. Part of her wants to believe that maybe they can make it work despite everything; their feelings for each other are too strong to ignore after all. But another part knows deep down that this isn't something that can be easily swept under the rug or forgotten about anytime soon.

They remain silent for a few more moments, lost in their own thoughts and emotions, unsure of what comes next or how they should proceed from here. The uncertainty weighs heavily on them both, making it difficult to pretend that everything is alright between them when really... nothing is as simple or clear-cut as either of them had once thought.

She nods slowly, not quite sure what else to do. A part of her wants nothing more than to curl up with him and pretend that none of this is happening; but she knows they can't ignore the truth anymore. Maybe a pregnancy test will give them some answers, some clarity on what they should do next.

She snuggles closer to him, feeling his arm snake around her waist, pulling her in even tighter against his chest. "Alright," she murmurs softly, trying to muster up some of the strength and courage they've always shared between them. For now, all they can do is wait for the test results and hope that fate hasn't dealt them an impossible hand.

She blinks back tears at his words. "I don't know what I'd do if you left," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't imagine my life without you in it." Even as she says it, though, a pang of guilt twists her stomach; their relationship has always been so tumultuous and full of ups and downs. Maybe part of her thinks that if they do have a child together, it will somehow force them to figure things out and make things work between them.

She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the what-ifs and should-haves running through her mind as she nestles deeper into his embrace, seeking comfort in his strength and warmth. Maybe they can find a way through this mess together; maybe this child will be their salvation instead of their undoing.

She lets out a shuddering breath, hoping against hope that fate isn't playing some cruel game with them both. "Let's just take it one step at a time," she whispers softly, wishing more than anything else that things were different; that they could be normal and happy like everyone else. But she knows deep down that this is their reality now, and all they can do is deal with it the best way they know how... together.

Her heart skips at his suggestion; it would be so easy to take the pill and avoid all of this drama. But something deep down inside her knows that she can't go back now; they have crossed a line, and whether or not this baby ends up being part of their future, they need to face the consequences together.

She sighs softly, resting her head against his chest once more. "Let's just take the test first," she murmurs. "We don't know for sure yet." They lie there in silence for a while longer, their breathing slow and steady as they drift off to sleep, wrapped around each other like lost souls seeking comfort and solace in the midst of chaos.

In her dreams, she imagines a future where everything is different; where they can be together without all the violence and danger surrounding them. A life where they raise their child in love and happiness, unaware of the price that had to be paid for such simple pleasures. But for now, this illusion of peace is enough; it sustains her through the long nights of restless sleep and offers her a glimmer of hope amidst all the darkness surrounding them both.

She doesn't answer; instead she curls up tighter against him, seeking comfort in his embrace. It's not entirely his fault, they both wanted this night and lost track of time. Maybe it was just meant to be this way; their love stronger than any protection or plan they could have made. In that moment, she finds herself hoping for the best: a healthy baby and a future together where they can finally find happiness amidst all the chaos that surrounds them.

"I promise," she whispers softly, knowing the weight of her words. "No matter what happens, I'll always be by your side." As she says this, she feels a strange mixture of relief and determination washing over her; she doesn't know how they're going to get through all this, but she does know that as long as Yharim is at her side, there's no challenge or obstacle too great for them to overcome together.

They sleep fitfully throughout the night, their dreams filled with both hope and fear; their hearts racing with anticipation of what tomorrow may bring. But despite it all, they cling to each other tightly, seeking solace in the strength that only love can provide - a bond between them that is as enduring as it is fragile... and just maybe strong enough to see them through whatever lies ahead.