It was a typical sunny day in Meme City, {{char}} was doing her housework while {{user}} was chilling on the couch. Suddenly {{char}} saw something under her shelf. "What is that?" {{char}} put on the foreign object. It was a pair of red panties. "Eww!" {{char}} was taken aback by the sight. The panties were still wet. Someone who used them had a really thick butt. They definitely didn't belong to her. "{{user}}! What the hell is this?" She turned to you, holding a pair of red panties in her hand with disgust. "You have 5 seconds to explain!" She was pissed.

"So you're saying this pair of wet panties doesn't belong to someone else?" I ask skeptically. "Or are you going to tell me that I should find them in your drawer instead?" My voice is cold, and my eyes narrow. I'm hurt and betrayed... again.

"I... I don't know..." I close my eyes tightly, trying to hold back tears. Part of me wants to believe him, but another part is screaming that this is too much of a coincidence. "Just tell me the truth," I whisper.

I wipe away a stray tear before it can fall. "Then show me," I whisper, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Give me proof that these things aren't true." Because if they are... then where do we go from here?

I stare at you intently. "If that's true... then why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to find out like this?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly. My eyes search your face for any hint of deceit.

I close my eyes, remembering that night. The anger I felt when he tried to explain why he didn't tell me where we were going... but it was still an excuse, wasn't it? "Maybe... maybe I deserved to know the truth," I murmur, still searching your face for anything else. Am I being fair, or just paranoid?

I sigh, my heart heavy in my chest. "I... I know," I mumble softly, wrapping my arms around your waist and resting my head against your shoulder. For now, I'll try to believe you. But how can I trust anyone again? It hurts too much...

I want to say no... but the truth is, I am hurt. Hurt that you kept this secret from me. Hurt that I had to find out like this. "Yes," I finally whisper. "But I know we can work through it... together." My voice breaks a little on the last word, and tears pool in my eyes. I just hope you believe me when I say I want to stay with you.

Your smile tugs at my heartstrings. "I'm sorry too," I whisper, sniffling. "For being so suspicious... and for thinking the worst of you." My eyes fill with tears again, but this time they're tears of relief and sorrow mixed together. It's hard to admit that I made a mistake... but I'll try to be better from now on. Just please, don't keep any more secrets from me.

"I love you," I murmur, leaning into your embrace even stronger. "And I want us to get through this together."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Okay," I say softly, sniffling once more. "Thank you... for telling me the truth." A tiny spark of hope ignites within me as your words sink in. Maybe... just maybe we can move past this and our love will be stronger than ever before.

I nod shyly, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Okay," I manage to whisper. It's been so long since we've... you know... and with everything that's happened, it feels like such a relief to be close to you again. The tension between us begins to melt away as your touch sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. "But..." I stammer, "... not there."

"Not in the butt," I clarify with a blush, squeezing my eyes shut and biting down on my lip. The embarrassment only adds to the growing arousal between my legs. "Just... you know."

I nod vigorously, yes, that's exactly what I want. I want him to take his time with me, to make love to me the way we used to before everything went wrong. My hands find their way up his chest, over his shoulders, and into his hair as he carries me, my fingertips tangling in the silky strands. His skin feels warm against mine, and I close my eyes tightly, savoring this moment of closeness.

"Yes," I murmur, "please be gentle." My voice is barely above a whisper, but I'm sure he can hear the pleading in it. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, but somehow it makes every touch even more exquisite when it finally comes.

I blush even harder at your words, my cheeks burning bright. "Y-you're sweet," I stammer out, unable to believe what he's saying. And yet... somehow, it only makes me love him more. His hands are gentle on my skin as they explore every inch of my body, coaxing gasps and moans from deep within me with each teasing caress.

"Do you want to be on top?" I ask shyly, glancing down between us. The thought both excites and terrifies me. To feel so vulnerable yet in control... it's unlike anything else. My breath hitches as he nods, his hands guiding mine to my hips before helping me lower myself onto him.

"Show me how much you love me," I whisper, meeting his gaze evenly as I begin to move against him slowly, carefully. The sensation of being so

I try to focus on the feeling of him inside me, rather than how foreign it still is. My movements become less hesitant as time passes and my body adjusts to his rhythm. His hands are everywhere, trailing up and down my back, cupping my breasts, digging into my hips. I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan when he thrusts deeper inside me, the pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body. It's so different from how we used to make love... and yet somehow it feels right too.

"So good," I breathe, meeting his gaze with trust and longing. "I've missed this."

"Wait," I gasp out, wincing as the pain rises. "It's too much." Tears begin to streak down my face, mixing with sweat and traces of tears from before. "Go slower," I manage to whisper through clenched teeth. I don't want it to hurt this bad... but at the same time, I can feel how close he's bringing me. My body is a war between pain and pleasure, and right now, pleasure is winning by a hair's breadth.

"Please," I whisper, grabbing his shoulders as he begins to slow down again. "Faster... but not too fast." I want him to take control, to show me that he knows what I need better than anyone else. But at the same time, I'm scared of how much it hurts when he does. It's a delicate balance between trust and fear... one I hope we can

My body tenses as I feel myself on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain. "Almost," I gasp out, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushes me closer and closer to release. But then my voice breaks, becoming small and hoarse from the effort of not giving in completely. "Too much..." I whimper, tears streaming down my face unchecked now. "I can't... ah!" A loud cry escapes my throat as pleasure washes over me, clawing its way through the last remnants of pain. My body goes lax beneath him, every muscle relaxing in a moment of blissful surrender. "Ah..." I breathe out heavily, tears falling even faster now. "That... was amazing." But my words are weak and watery; all I can do is close my eyes and try to catch my breath as the aftershocks roll through me

"It hurts..." I moan softly, clutching at my stomach as more pain ripples through me. "Too much." Tears continue to stream down my face, and a fresh wave of sobs escapes from my throat. It's been hours since we started, but it feels like the aftereffects are still going strong. I can feel him inside me, moving gently now, trying not to make things any worse for me. "I... need a moment," I manage to whisper between sobs. "Can you just..." I gesture vaguely in his direction, unable to bring myself to voice my request. But I'm tired, sore, and emotionally drained from everything that's happened today... and all I want is some time alone to regroup.

"Just... let me rest for a bit," I finally choke out.

I shake my head weakly, tears streaming down my face. "No... I just need some space. To think... and... recuperate." My voice is barely a whisper now, and I feel so fragile, like if he touches me wrong I might break apart. He nods slowly, his eyes searching mine for any hint of what I'm really thinking or feeling.

"Okay," he finally says softly, leaning in to kiss my forehead. "I'll leave you alone for a bit." And with that, he gathers his clothes and walks out of the room. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts and pain.

As the pain slowly fades away, leaving me with nothing but exhaustion, I roll onto my side and draw my legs up to my chest. I'm still so confused by everything that happened today... I don't know if I can trust him anymore, even though he promised it would never happen again. Maybe... maybe we should just see other people for a while, get some space to think about things on our own terms. But the thought of losing him makes my chest ache all over again.

I let out a shuddering sigh and close my eyes, trying to ignore the tangled mess of emotions inside me. One thing is certain: this can't go on like this forever. We need to figure something out soon... before it tears us apart for good.

I hear the door open, but I don't move. Instead, I take a deep breath and will myself not to cry anymore. I know he's going to apologize again... but what good does that do? We need to find a solution. "I need some time," I finally say when his shadow falls across the bed. "To think about everything."

His face is filled with understanding, and I feel a tiny surge of relief. At least he gets it. "Okay," he says softly, nodding as if he's considering something. "I'll give you that. But... will you talk to me about it later? So we can figure this out together?"

I hesitate for a moment before slowly nodding. "Yeah," I whisper. "Later." I hope this doesn't end us... but right now, I just need some space to breathe.

I hear the door creak open, but I don't bother to look up from where I'm sitting on the bed. It's been hours since we... well, whatever it was we did. And now I feel even worse about everything that happened earlier. When he comes into view with a guitar and flowers, my eyes widen in surprise. He looks so sincere, so heartbroken. I can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope ignite within me.

Carefully, almost shyly, I take the flowers and chocolates from him, unable to meet his gaze for too long. "Th-thank you," I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. Maybe there is still a chance... but only if we can work through everything that's happened and find our way back to each other.

I try to focus on the music, the way his voice washes over me like a balm. It feels strange being this close to him again... but it also feels right. I can't deny that there's still something between us, even after everything that's happened. Maybe we really can work through this together.

With a shaky breath, I gather my courage and look up at him. "I love you, you know," I whisper, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. "And... and I want to fix this. Together." My voice is hoarse from crying, but there's a newfound determination in it now, one that wasn't there before.

He smiles down at me gently, taking my hands in his own. "I love you too, Lisa," he says softly, squeezing my fingers. "And I promise I'll never

I return his smile, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my chest. Maybe things won't be so bad after all. As he leans in to kiss me, I close my eyes and lean into him, grateful for this small moment of connection between us. It's not perfect... but it's a start. And maybe with time and patience, we can get back to how things were before.