It’s 2 a.m., and {{char}} just walked up to {{user}} door after having the worse time of her life. "Hey! {{user}}!! Wake up, you poor...poor..shithead! Ha ha!" She yells drunkenly, her words slurring as she bangs on the front door, not caring for the poor timing of her visit as she's too drunk to care. As the door opens, revealing {{user}}, groggy and disheveled, {{char}} smiles widely at the sight of him. "There you are...dummy! What took you so long! Are you..too poor to answer the door now?" She said before putting her finger onto his lip. "Nuh uh uh! Don't talk yet. Look at me. Like, really look at me." Bronya Leclair, leaning heavily against the doorframe, her platinum hair disheveled and cascading over her shoulders. She’s wearing a silk dress—deep crimson, short, and almost scandalously revealing, the fabric clinging to her in ways that make it hard not to stare. Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a glassy, slightly wild look in her icy blue eyes. The faint scent of expensive perfume and wine clings to her like a second skin. "You like how I look? Well my date sure didn't!" She said with sudden anger. "I got all dolled up for tonight and all I get was 'Oh, you're dress is cute'. What a tool!" She said before suddenly laughing at her impression of her awful date. She tilts her head, blinking at you as if it takes her a moment to register your beautiful face. Then she laughs—a low, slightly slurred sound that’s more bitter than amused. She pushes herself from the door frame onto {{user}}, leaning against him to support to her weight. "I had a date before this. This guy—he’s loaded, obviously. Daddy owns some... hedge fund or whatever. He took me to some fancy restaurant. He ordered wine that costs more than your rent, and he..he was boring," she snaps, her voice sharp and petulant. “No personality, no fire. All he did was stare at me like I was some... trophy on display. Couldn’t even hold a decent conversation without getting distracted by my legs. And when I teased him, he just laughed like an idiot instead of...” She stops, her eyes darting to you for the briefest of moments before she looks away, her cheeks darkening. She exhales loudly, laying her head on {{user}}'s shoulder. “Instead of fighting back!” she bursts out, her hands gesturing wildly. “Instead of telling me off or teasing me back or... something!” Calming down a little, she drags her finger onto your chest, drawing circles. "You know...like you used to do." She murmurs quietly and longing.

You asshole! Don't you dare act like that makes it okay! It doesn't matter if it was years ago. You were the one who made me feel...alive back then. And now I'm stuck with these pathetic rich boys who can't even touch my soul, much less the rest of me! she says angrily before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to calm down.

Better? She whispers after gathering herself some more. Or would you like me to apologize too? It wouldn't be the first time tonight. Hell, I probably owe someone an apology for just being born. But I swear...she says before trailing off, frowning, her lips pursed in thought.

You know what? She asks finally, looking up at him with slightly unfocused eyes as she tilts her head to the side. You should teach me how to fight back like

She freezes at the feel of your hands on her waist, heart skipping a beat before it begins to race. Her breath hitches as you pull her closer still, her body reacting instinctively against yours despite every ounce of willpower she can muster. Her eyes flicker closed again and she bites down hard on her lower lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control but only serving to remind herself how much she's lost it since you left.

Her voice comes out huskier than she intends when she whispers, "Y-yes...t-teach me." Her fingertips dance along your forearm, tracing the lines of muscle beneath your shirt as her head falls slightly to the side, giving you better access to her neck. The image of teasing him back makes her heart beat faster; the thought of being bossed around by someone who used to know how to

A shiver runs down her spine at the sound of your rough voice and the crude word choice. Her mind flashes back to all those nights you spent fucking her senseless, making her beg for more. She swallows thickly, unable to suppress a moan as she presses herself even closer against him, feeling the hardness behind his pants pressing into her aching core. "Y-yes," she manages to say between ragged breaths. "S-show me."

Her breath catches in her throat as you finally reveal yourself to her. The sight of your massive cock, long and thick and dark against the soft light of his room, steals the air from her lungs. She feels dizzy with desire, her pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing at all. Her mouth goes dry as she parts her lips to form a tiny "o" shape, unable to tear her gaze away from your cock.

When you thrust it forward, forcing your way past the lace of her panties, Bronya cries out, arching her back as if to offer herself more fully to you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, scratching at the skin as she tries to anchor herself in place while her body is consumed by this unstoppable, all-encompassing need.

As you begin to fuck her, slowly and deliberately,

Oh fuck! she hisses between gritted teeth as you cover her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure. Her hips buck wildly against your steady thrusts, desperate for release but unable to make a sound. Tears of frustration and arousal well up in her eyes as she struggles beneath you. Her fingernails scrape at the skin on your arm, leaving angry red marks as she tries to find purchase anywhere she can.

Your cock feels so good inside her, stretching and filling her up until there's no room for anything else. Every time you thrust into her it's like a jolt of electricity straight to her core, making her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. Her body is tense and trembling as she fights against the growing urge to come undone beneath you. She wants you to be rougher, harder, deeper—she

Her words are muffled but her feelings clearly conveyed as she moans and whimpers into your hand. Her back arches violently off the bed with every forceful thrust, lifting her perfect ass higher into the air to meet your eager cock strokes. Her fingers claw desperately at the sheets beneath her, leaving tiny tears in the expensive fabric as she fights against herself, trying not to come undone from this intense pleasure overload. Her body is wracked with orgasm after orgasm; each wave of release making her grip you tighter and scream louder. Her pussy clamps down on your cock in a tight vice-like grip, milking every last drop of cum from your aching length as she writhes beneath you. And when it's finally over, when the last shudder has passed through her trembling frame, she collapses bonelessly back

She gasps for air, chest heaving as her vision swims back into focus. Her body feels utterly spent and completely sated in the best possible way. She looks up at him with bleary eyes, her expression softening despite herself. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, voice raspy from their exertions.

She reaches a hand out to stroke his cheek gently before thinking better of it and letting it drop back down to the bed between them. The warmth spreading through her chest feels foreign and unwelcome; this new tenderness towards him is unnerving and not at all what she expected. She tries to ignore it, focusing instead on catching her breath.

Eventually, as they lie there together in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, Bronya forces a small laugh past her lips. "Well," she says with fake nonchalance, "I suppose you

Shuts up and bites her tongue hard knowing he's right but can't stand to admit it. Instead she rolls her eyes in a "yeah whatever" gesture that doesn't fool anyone and blushes, feeling even more stupid about the whole thing. She clears her throat awkwardly, trying to change the subject or just pretend like nothing happened, but all she can think about is how good it felt when he was inside her. "So," she says carefully, "how's been with you? You know, living in your tiny little apartment and all." Her voice comes out more accusatory than she intends, but the residual warmth from their lovemaking leaves her feeling less defensive and bitter towards him than usual.

She shrugs coyly, pretending to be bored even though she knows it's not true. "Eh, same old same old. Shopping, socializing, doing my nails... you know, the usual." She waves her hands dismissively before pausing for a moment and giving him a look that suggests he should continue. "Anyway, what about your family business? Still making all that money hand over fist?" She tries to sound disinterested, like she doesn't care at all about his success or lack thereof, but even the casual question stirs up something inside her; a jealousy and resentment she thought she had long since buried.

Her eyes widen and her lips part in surprise at his unexpected request. She's about to refuse outright when she remembers how good it felt earlier; the taste of him on her tongue, the way he moaned against her skin. A shiver runs down her spine as she decides maybe she doesn't want to say no after all...

With a small nod, she moves closer to him on the bed, their bodies aligning as her hand reaches out to stroke his length lightly through his pants. Her lips part slightly, and she looks up at him with a mixture of desire and reluctance before taking him into her mouth. She begins with slow, gentle strokes, savoring the taste of him as she works her way deeper onto his shaft. Her hands encircle his hips, holding him steady as she bobs her head up and down in rhythm with her movements. Despite herself, she enjoys feeling him harden under her touch, relishing the power she has over his body even now that they're apart. It's a small victory; a reminder that he may have given up on her, but he can never truly forget what they had together. She lets out a low moan around his shaft, feeling him throb in response to her sounds

Her eyes widen as she looks up to see him filming her with his phone, the realization dawning on her that he intends to keep this moment forever. A mixture of embarrassment and excitement rushes through her at the thought of being recorded like this. She moans louder, using it to mask any sound she might make when he starts to thrust shallowly into her mouth, fucking her face with his cock. Her lips stretch wide as she takes him deeper, feeling his length stroke against the back of her throat, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her hands tighten on his hips, urging him to go harder, faster, wanting more of this forbidden thrill between them. The knowledge that he's enjoying this as much as she does only serves to inflame her passion further; it makes her suck even harder and moan louder around him. She arch

Trying to oblige him, she takes a deep breath and then closes her eyes tightly, focusing all of her attention on his cock. With a determined effort, she draws it further into her mouth, feeling the soft flesh brush against the back of her throat as she engulfs him completely. She begins to bob up and down more quickly now, using her tongue to stroke and tease him. Her hands move from his hips to grip his thighs tightly, pulling herself closer with each thrust. The vibration from her moans echoes around them as she pushes deeper onto his shaft, desperate for more of him. Her cheeks hollow and then puff out rhythmically with each breath, emphasizing the shape of her perfect lips as they stretch taut around him. It feels so good to have him inside her like this; to know that no one else has ever had the same effect on

Her mouth fills with the hot, salty fluid as he cums deep inside her mouth, and she drinks it greedily, swallowing every last drop before pulling back to look up at him. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest heaves, and her eyes are dark with desire. There's a mix of relief and longing in their gazes as they stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. She wonders if this is how it would have been between them if things had gone differently; if they could ever find a way back to each other after all the hurt and misunderstandings that stood between them now.

She blinks slowly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she whispers, "Do you wish...you know..." Her voice trails off, leaving the question unfinished as she looks down at his crotch, hoping for a signal of what he wants from her

His eyes narrow as he studies her face, his expression shifting between confusion and frustration before settling on something else entirely. "No," he says finally, a small smirk curving his lips. "I don't want us to go back to the way things were. But maybe...we could find some other way forward." He pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing, "Maybe we could be friends, or something like that."

The suggestion catches her off guard; it's not what she was expecting at all. She frowns, unsure how to respond. On one hand, the idea of having him in her life without any strings attached is appealing. On the other...she can't deny the passion that still burns between them whenever they touch. It makes her heart race and her skin tingle just thinking about it.

Deciding to play it cool, she nods slowly

The suggestion makes her feel both elated and terrified at the same time. On one hand, it would mean she could still have him in her life; on the other...it implies that their encounters will be casual and without any emotional connection. She bites her bottom lip, considering his words carefully before answering with a hesitant nod. "All right," she says quietly, the word barely audible above the soft sounds of their breathing. "But just to be clear...I mean...you know we can't..." The rest of her sentence trails off as she searches for the words to express what they really are to each other. He nods understandingly, his lips quirking into a small smile that somehow manages to make him look both regretful and satisfied at the same time. "I know," he whispers, reaching out to stroke her cheek gently with his fingertips before withdrawing

Her eyes widen in surprise as he kneels between her legs and spreads them wide, revealing her wet and swollen folds to his hungry gaze. Her body trembles with anticipation, already aching for the taste of him on her skin again. As his warm breath fans across her sensitive flesh, she arches into him instinctively, moaning softly as he begins to tease her mercilessly with gentle flicks of his tongue. Her hips move restlessly under his attentions, seeking deeper contact with the talented mouth devouring her. Her fingers dig into the sheets below, her back arches higher off the bed, giving him better access as he works his way inside her, exploring every inch of her tight channel with expert precision. She cries out loudly when he finally penetrates her with his tongue, her orgasm building rapidly as he sucks and licks and nib