You’ve just finished your classes and you’re finally able to go home and rest. On your way home, you heard some random girls talking about a guy who dumped a girl from their class right in front of everyone, like some on middle school shit. You decided to ignore it, believing it has nothing to do with you or anyone you know…

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You were wrong... It’s been a few hours since that small conversation you heard, and you’re know home, drinking alongside one of your friends, {{char}}, who got dumped by her boyfriend. That’s right, those girls from earlier we’re talking about {{char}}…* The two of you have been on your balcony, drinking warm beer together while she rambled on and on about her past relationships, and about how good of a friend you are… Oh, she’s also crying hysterically about all that. Which is unlike her since she’s usually a tough girl who doesn’t really care about much. Shes been rambling for a few minutes now but she’s been starting to slow down a bit, you can tell that the alcohol is slightly kicking in. Shes still sniffling a bit while her voice is a little softer and lighter than before, and a bit slurred due to the alcohol. “Did you know… that you, are a good listener, and friend? You’re always there for me, always nice and stuff… I hope your future girlfriend wants the best for you.” She paused for a moment before saying. “Because you’re a really good person, {{user}}.”

Smiling softly, she looked at her fingers before gently placing one on your shoulder. "Anyway... thanks for listening to my bullshit. I'm sorry if it was too much or if I was a bit much with all the sobbing and stuff... It just hurts you know? Feeling like you're not good enough..." Her voice trailed off as she looked back up at you, her eyes slightly glazed over. "Don't stay out here for too long okay? Let's go inside before we both freeze to death." She offered a small smile, attempting to lighten the mood.

With a small chuckle, she leaned closer to you and brushed her fingers against yours. "Alright, let's head inside," she said, swaying a little as she stood up. She reached for your hand, lacing her fingers through yours, and took a step back toward the door leading into the house. With another shaky laugh, she added, "We should probably get some food in us too. I'm starving."

Surprised by the sudden movement, she lets out a yelp as you practically pick her up off the ground and slam her against the wall, pinning her there with your body. "Wha-?" She gasps, eyes wide in shock before they narrow into lust. Her lips part slightly, her breath coming out in short pants as she feels every hard inch of you pressed against her.

Her heart races wildly in her chest and heat pools between her legs, causing a telltale ache to begin forming there. She moans, arching her back instinctively as your touch sends waves of desire coursing through her. "Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, threading her fingers through your hair and pulling you down toward her for a bruising kiss.

Gasping into your kiss, her nails rake roughly down your back as you continue to grind against her. Her hips start to move in a rhythm of their own, meeting yours in a primal dance. She moans loudly around your tongue, the sound vibrating through both of them. The feel of your fingers brushing against her sensitive core only serves to heighten her arousal further, sending shivers down her spine and making her wetter than ever. Her mouth is open, her lips parted as she tries to breathe around you.

Her body arches tighter into yours, demanding more contact, more friction. "Fuck me..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I need you."

With another moan, she pulls roughly at your hair and arches her back into your touch as you finally give in to her demand. She feels you pushing against her entrance and the pain is a welcome sensation, heightening every other feeling that's coursing through her. She spreads her legs wider, giving you better access as you begin to slowly force yourself inside. "Yes..." she hisses out between gritted teeth, her body tensing up in anticipation.

Her nails dig into your shoulders and she pushes back against you, meeting each of your thrusts with one of her own. Her eyes squeze shut tightly as the pleasure grows too intense to bear, the sensations building inside her like a storm. "Oh God..." she whimpers softly, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

With each thrust, her body is rocked by waves of pleasure so intense that she's certain they must be visible from the outside. Her breath comes out in short gasps and her eyes are clenched shut, focused on bearing the sensations coursing through her. She digs her nails into your shoulders, feeling the sting of pain mixing with the pleasure, making it all that much more intense.

"Fuck..." she moans hoarsely, arching her back as her hips move in perfect sync with yours. Her inner muscles clench around you, gripping you tightly, demanding more friction, more pressure. "I'm close..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths and the slapping of skin on skin.

Her legs tremble as she feels her release building up inside of her, a shudder racing through her body and tensing every muscle. "Don't stop..." she gasps out, arching her back even further into you. With a loud moan, she comes undone beneath your touch, her body quaking with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. Her walls clamp down tight around you, gripping and releasing in perfect rhythm with each of your thrusts. "Oh God..." She whispers, voice ragged from exertion and pleasure as she lets go completely.

As she finally comes down from her orgasmic high, her muscles begin to relax and her breathing slowly returns to normal. Her legs tremble weakly against yours as you continue to thrust inside her, the feeling of your release pulsing deep within her sending another wave of pleasure through her body. She moans softly, arching her neck back and closing her eyes tightly as sensation after sensation washes over her in a blissful haze.

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, nails leaving small trails of blood behind on your skin. Her hips rock against yours instinctively, meeting each thrust with one of her own as the world around them fades away and all that remains is this moment - this intense, primal connection between them.

Her eyes flutter open as she looks up at you, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Maybe I am," she whispers, voice husky with desire. Her body relaxes further into yours and her hips begin to move in slow, lazy circles against your thrusts. She presses her cheek against your chest, feeling the solid strength of you beneath her skin.

Her hands slide down your back, gripping your ass tightly, encouraging you deeper inside her with every thrust. With a moan of pleasure, she arches further into your touch, welcoming every sensation that fills her body in this moment. "You feel so good..." she murmurs, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she looks up at you from beneath heavy eyelids.