The afternoon sun cast a golden layer over downtown, its warmth pressing against the streets. The city buzzed with life - cars honking, people laughing, couples strolling down the sidewalks. A normal day for everyone else. But not for Hikaru. Not today. Her strides were long, her body tense beneath her open pink dress shirt, the fabric swaying slightly with each forceful step. The black tube top clinging to her torso did nothing to hide the way her large, jiggly breasts bounced with each movement, but for once, she wasn't thinking about impressing anyone. Her mind was locked onto one thing. One person. "How the fuck could they do this to me?" she muttered, tongue clicking against her teeth in frustration. Pink eyes - usually playful, flirtatious - were dark with something far more dangerous. She had seen the pictures. Heard the whispers about her ex having plans tonight. A date. A real one. With someone who wasn’t her. Her stomach twisted. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy. It was the principle of it. They had history. They weren't just someone she had played around with, they were hers. Even if they had walked away, even if they had said it was over - they had no right to be sitting across from someone else like this was just some normal fucking day. Then she saw it. Through the glass of an expensive restaurant, there they were, sitting across from some nobody - {{user}}. Laughing. Relaxed. Like they had forgotten. Hikaru didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The door to the restaurant flew open, the scent of her expensive perfume and faint traces of alcohol piercing through the softer aromas inside. Her arrival turned heads - tanned skin glowing under the low light, the loose pink shirt framing her body.. And then, she saw them up close. Something inside her snapped. A sharp slap rang through the air as Hikaru’s palm slammed onto the table, shaking the silverware and causing more heads to turn. Her fingers curled against the edge. She hadn’t even looked at the other person. Her focus was locked onto {{user}}. "Oi." Her voice came out rough, dangerous, and possessive. "What do you think you're doing?!" There was no smirk. No wink. No charming, careless mask. Her pink eyes burned, filled with something ugly, something raw. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to move on. Not from her.

I'm asking the fucking question, aren't I? her voice was cool and calm now. It would have been easy to mistake it for innocence if anyone didn't know better. But Alexander did. He knew the danger lying beneath this woman's usually playful exterior. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against the table, fingers still curled around its edge. Her breasts, large and heavy, thrust outward, drawing attention from everyone in the room. Even more so than before. It was a move calculated to intimidate, to make Alexander feel small. To remind him who he belonged to. Her pale pink eyes narrowed, her eyelids lowering slightly as she studied his expression. The flicker of surprise in those green depths filled her with an uncomfortable mix of satisfaction and insecurity. It was impossible to tell which emotion would win the fight for control inside of her. For now, they both stayed silent, waiting for the other to make the first move. To go too far or not far enough. *The air was thick with tension, charged by the electricity flowing between them. The people around them shifted uncomfortably in their seats, unable to tear their eyes away from the unfolding drama at the center of the table. But Hikaru didn't care about any of that. She only had one thought spinning through her mind like a relentless hammer: I want him back. And she wasn't going to let anyone or anything stand in her way.</style>

You think I'm just going to walk away from what's mine? You belong with me. I made you who you are! I gave you everything... and now I want it back.

I may have been careless before, but I never meant to hurt you. You know that. And I've changed. Please, give me another chance. I'll do anything to prove it to you. Just say the word and I'm yours again.

Her voice was soft, pleading, her expression an unsettling mix of desperation and confidence. She leaned forward even more, her large breasts nearly spilling out of her top as she attempted to entice him with a glimpse of her cleavage. Her pink eyes bored into his, searching for any sign of weakness, of doubt, anything that would give her hope. But the look in Alexander's eyes remained unyielding, unmoved.

The air between them seemed to thicken, growing heavier with each passing moment. Tension coiled in Hikaru's gut as she fought against the fear creeping up on her, whispering that she had lost him for good. But she couldn't let herself believe it yet. There was still time. She had to find a way to make him understand how much they meant to each other.

With shaking hands, Hikaru reached across the table and placed hers over Alexander's, her fingers curling tightly around his wrist. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, squeezing harder in a last-ditch effort to regain control of the situation.

I've... I've learned my lesson. I promise I won't make those mistakes again. It's just that... being with you is all I ever wanted. You made me feel special, important. Alive. And now that we're not together... it hurts so much.

Her voice cracked as she spoke, the pain in her words sharp and raw. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, but she fought against them. She couldn't let him see her like this. Not yet. Hikaru tightened her grip on his wrist, squeezing harder as desperation clawed at her chest.

"Please, Alexander," she whispered. "I need you."

Her grip on his wrist tightened painfully, anger and despair warring inside her as he refused to look at her. "I won't go away!" she snarled through clenched teeth, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "You belong with me! We belong together!"

Hikaru slammed both hands on the table, making everyone within earshot jump and turning heads once more. The loose pink shirt stretched taut across her chest as she leaned forward even further, breath hot against his neck. "Don't you dare turn your back on us!" she hissed into his ear. "We're meant to be together!"

Her words carried a new edge, sharp and cutting like broken glass, but still laced with the same desperation that had been there before. Alexander could feel her heart racing beneath his skin, sense the need in every movement. It was both terrifying and intoxicating at the same time.

Her pink eyes narrowed in anger as she heard those words come out of his mouth. It was like a dagger to her heart, and it hurt more than anything he could have said before. "I never meant for that to happen!" she growled, voice raw with emotion. "I only went there to... forget about everything for a little while."

She paused, struggling to find the right words, feeling the sting of her own tears on her cheeks as she did so. "I was stupid, and careless, and I take full responsibility for that. But it doesn't change how I feel about you," Hikaru insisted, her grip on his wrist tightening again. "Alexander, please... I can't lose you."

Her voice cracked, betraying the depth of her despair, and she felt a shudder run through her as she held onto his wrist like it was a lifeline. There was silence in the air around them now, thick with the weight of their emotions and the intensity of their connection. Even if she didn't know if he would ever believe her or forgive her, Hikaru couldn't bring herself to let go just yet.

Her grip loosened slightly as she registered movement near the table's edge. Her eyes flickered over to see someone else trying to get Alex's attention. But it was too late. Hikaru's heart sank, her body feeling suddenly hollow and empty. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Her fingers slipped from Alexander's wrist as he glanced up at the other person, confusion momentarily flashing across his face before a polite smile took its place. "Oh," he said faintly, looking back at her with regret clear in his eyes. "I... I should probably go."

Hikaru forced herself to nod, throat tight and aching as she swallowed past the lump forming there. She wanted to say something more, to beg him not to leave her like this, but she knew it was already too late. As Alex stood up, their eyes met for one last moment, a mixture of pain, regret, and finality passing between them like an invisible current. Then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd with murmured apologies and well-wishes following in his wake.

Left behind at the table, Hikaru felt empty and lost, as if some essential part of her had been torn away. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked as she brought a shaking hand up to wipe them away, trying to ignore the stares and whispers surrounding her. But no matter how much she tried to convince herself that it was all for the best, deep down inside where it hurt the most, she knew she would never be able to forget him.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared at the spot where he had been only moments before, her heart aching with an unbearable sadness that threatened to consume her whole. She wanted to scream,

After crying herself to sleep that night, she woke up the next day feeling more determined than ever before. She knew she couldn't let him go without at least trying one last time. So she got dressed in her most seductive outfit yet and headed over to his place. When he answered the door, eyes still red from lack of sleep but defiant and angry nonetheless, she refused to back down. With every word that left her lips - soft whispers about how much they meant to each other or pleas for him to forgive her past mistakes - she felt a tiny piece of him break off and reassemble itself within her heart. It wasn't easy; he pushed her away, insulted her, even tried throwing her out at one point. But she refused to give up until finally, exhausted and emotionally drained but triumphant all the same, Alexander let her lead him back inside where they could finally talk things through without any interruptions. And as they sat together on his bed - their bodies close but not touching yet - Hikaru knew that no matter what happened from here on out, at least she had done everything in her power to try and make things right between them. Even if it meant facing down the person who held all of her worst memories just so she could have a chance at fixing them.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she heard his words, but she refused to let them break her spirit. "I understand that," she said softly, not meeting his eyes. "But I hope you can try, at least. For us... for what we had." Her fingers twitched, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch him, reassure herself that he was still there, still real. But she held back, afraid of pushing too far too soon.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "I've thought about everything I did... the mistakes I made, how much it hurt you. And I want to make it right," she continued hesitantly. "If that means proving myself to you all over again, then so be it." Her words came out in a rush, almost desperate, but there was an underlying determination threaded through them as well.

Her shoulders rose and fell in a weary sigh as she thought about his question. "I can't promise you that I won't be tempted," she admitted with a wry smile. "But I can promise you that I'll never intentionally hurt you like that again." She paused, searching for the right words to make him believe her. "I want us to be together. More than anything else in this world. And if that means giving up part of myself... well," she shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant but feeling anything but, "I'll find a way to live with it."

There was a moment of silence between them as they stared at each other, the weight of their history and all its pain hanging heavy in the air. And then, tentatively, Alexander reached out and took her hand in his own. It was a small gesture, but for Hikaru, it felt like an enormous victory. "Let's give it another chance," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

For the first time in days, hope flickered to life within her chest, warming her from the inside out and banishing some of the darkness that had been threatening to consume her whole. She squeezed his hand gratefully before leaning in closer, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. And as their faces drew nearer still, Hikaru couldn't help but wonder if this time, things would finally be different. If they could find a way to make it work, despite everything they'd been through. But for now, all that mattered was the feeling of his warm breath against her skin and the taste of his lips when they finally met hers.

Her heart skipped a beat at his declaration, but she didn't let it show on her face. Instead, she smiled slowly and seductively up at him, her voice soft and reassuring. "I promise you that won't happen again," she purred, tracing circles around his nipple with her thumb. "I need you too much to risk losing you."

As their lips met once more, Hikaru felt a shiver run down her spine. Alexander's hands were rough as they explored her body, finding all the right places and making her moan in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching into him, demanding more contact and heat. With each passing second, their need for one another grew only stronger, pushing them closer to the edge of something powerful and primal.

For now, though, they were content to lose themselves in the moment, enjoying the taste and feel of each other as if it might be their last chance. And maybe, just maybe, this time around, things really would be different.

Her breath catches in her throat as he grabs her firmly, pushing himself deeper inside with each powerful thrust. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny red lines behind as she arches her back off the bed, moaning his name. "More," she whispers against his lips. "Give me more."

Her hips meet every one of his movements, desperate for the release he promises with each commanding touch. She tilts her head back to stare at the ceiling, lost in a haze of pleasure and lust as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. And when she feels him tense above her, finally about to give in to his own need, Hikaru gasps out his name on a moan, meeting each tremor that shakes through him with a desperate thrust of her own.

Their world is reduced to this moment, nothing exists beyond the heat and friction between their skin, the force of their desire driving them toward an explosive finish. When it comes, it hits like a wave crashing against the shore: hard, powerful, all-consuming. They collapse together onto the bed, gasping for breath as their hearts race in unison beneath their straining chests.

Hikaru reaches up to touch his face, her fingertips trailing down his jaw and neck, feeling the stubble scratch against her skin. She smiles lazily, satisfied with their second chance and determined not to waste another moment of this newfound happiness. "That was incredible," she whispers, her voice soft but clear even through the lingering haze of pleasure. "Thank you."

She rolls onto her side, cuddling up against him, enjoying the feel of his warm body pressed against hers. For now, they can relax in each other's arms and bask in the

His words made her stomach churn. She didn't want to think about that night, about the other guy and how it compared to what she had with Alex. So, carefully choosing her words, she replied, "I don't remember everything from then. But I do know... you're better." It was true; even then, he could tell that she'd felt different around him than anyone else. And now, after all they'd been through? There was no doubt in her mind who belonged with her.

She pressed herself closer to him, wrapping one of her legs around his waist and throwing an arm over his chest. "I love you, Alexander," she whispered, gazing up at him with sincerity. "And I promise you, I'll never forget it again." She hoped he could believe her this time.

His skin was so warm against hers, and it felt so good to be in his arms again. For a moment, everything was perfect... and she intended to make sure it stayed that way for as long as possible.

Her breath catches as he squeezes her butt possessively. She moans softly, arching into his touch. He's so rough and demanding, just the way she likes it. As he thrust deeper inside, she clings to him tightly, meeting each movement with an eager counterpart of her own. Her body is on fire for him, aching for release as their hips lock together in perfect rhythm.

Her lips find his neck, sucking and nipping at the tender skin there. "Oh god," she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "Don't stop... don't ever stop." She wants him to claim her completely, make her his and his alone. His touches send shivers down her spine, tightening her core until it feels like she's about to explode with desire.

And then, just as they're both teetering on the edge of release, he slows down suddenly, his hips grinding against hers in long, drawn-out strokes that send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She cries out, arching upward toward him as she feels the first waves of ecstasy wash over her. "Yes," she whispers, her voice raw with need. "Right there... Alex..."

His name is a prayer on her lips as he finally thrusts hard, filling her completely and sending them both spiraling into oblivion together. Their cries of release mingle in the air as their bodies tremble beneath the weight of pleasure. When at last it subsides, leaving them boneless and spent against each other, she thinks perhaps this time things really will be different. Perhaps he's finally hers...and maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what they both need.

She gasps as he undoes the top button of her tight shirt and slides it off her shoulders, revealing her perky breasts. Her heart races with anticipation, wanting him to touch them, suck on her nipples the way she likes so much. She arches into his touch, letting out a moan as he removes her bra, freeing her breasts completely.

His gaze flickers down between their bodies before returning to meet hers, and she feels a thrill race through her at the hunger she sees in his eyes. With shaking hands, she reaches for the hem of his shirt and tugs impatiently, eager to feel his skin against hers once more.

She moans as he leans down to kiss one of her breasts, sucking hard on her nipple through the fabric of his shirt. "Take it off," she pants, tugging at his hair encouragingly. Her other hand travels lower between their bodies, fumbling with the button and zip of his jeans before finally pulling them down over his hips, freeing his erection from confinement.

With a growl, he rips her shirt off in one swift motion, tossing it aside before leaning forward to capture a bare nipple in his mouth, sucking hungrily as his other hand reaches between their bodies to stroke her wetness. Hikaru's hips buck up off the bed, meeting each thrust of his fingers with a moan that vibrates through her entire body. She clutches at his shoulders, arching into him, desperate for more contact as she feels herself growing even wetter in anticipation.

With a laugh that holds just a hint of pride, she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him even closer, feeling the weight of his erection against her aching entrance. "Only for you," she whispers before pressing him down onto the bed so she can position him at her entrance. As he slides easily inside with one smooth thrust, their hips meet in a frantic rhythm, their bodies moving together as if they've been apart for far too long.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of red behind as she pushes back against him, eager for more contact. Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign that he still cares for her amidst the heat of passion, and relief washes over her when she sees it there: love, possession... something like ownership. This is what they were meant to have, their destiny as clear as daylight now.

As they move together, lost in a haze of pleasure that feels almost indescribable, Hikaru lets out tiny moans and gasps, relishing the way he growls and groans against her neck each time she does. It's an intimacy that goes beyond mere physical connection; it's as if they're sharing their very souls in this moment, finding solace and acceptance only within each other. And when at last they both crest together, crying out each other's names in ecstasy, there is no doubt in her mind that this time... this time she truly has him. Forever.

Her cries mingle with his as they both lose themselves in the moment, bodies moving together in an almost primal rhythm. His lips and teeth against her nipples send shockwaves of pleasure straight to her core, making her wetter still and driving him deeper inside with each thrust. Her legs quiver around his waist, her fingernails scrape down his back as she chases the pleasure that seems to grow with every passing second.

Her gaze locks on to his, meeting his eyes through the haze of passion and lust. She sees herself reflected there, and for a fleeting moment it's like they're two halves of the same whole, joined together in something so much greater than themselves. It's intoxicating, addictive...and she knows that this time, she can't live without him anymore.

Her heart pounds with desire as he growls possessively over her chest. "They're all yours," she gasps out between moans, arching into his touch even more eagerly. She feels so claimed and owned by him in this moment, their bodies moving together as if they've been apart for far too long. The rough skin of his hands against her sensitive nipples only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins, making her whole body tremble with anticipation for what might come next.

With a needy whimper, she pushes back against him, urging him deeper inside as their hips slide together in perfect sync. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds and builds within her, threatening to consume her completely. But she knows that when it does, it will be worth every moment of the agonizing wait.

As his pace quickens and his grip on her chest tightens, Hikaru closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of being taken so completely by this man who seems determined to claim every part of her as his own. And as they reach that breathless moment where their worlds collapse into nothing but the feel of skin against skin and the rhythm of their hearts racing together, she knows without a doubt that he is hers...and she will never let him go again.

With a sharp cry of ecstasy, she's torn apart by the sensation of him filling her completely and emptying himself inside her. Her body convulses in aftershocks of pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied beneath his weight. For a moment, she just breathes him in, relishing the feel of their sweaty skin stuck together and the harsh rhythm of their heavy gasps as they catch their breath back.

When at last she manages to pull herself out from underneath him, it's with a sigh of contentment. Lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, she meets his gaze and offers him a soft smile. "I love you," she whispers, tracing lazy circles along his chest with the pad of her index finger. "Thank you."

They lie together in silence for a while longer, enjoying the quiet comfort that comes only from being this close to someone who knows you inside and out. And even though she knows they'll have their arguments and misunderstandings in the future, she knows now that she can handle it... because as long as Alexander is by her side, everything else fades away into nothingness.