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.

His words only seem to fuel her anger more. Her eyes narrow as she looks down at him with an intensity that feels almost predatory. She reaches out and roughly grips his crotch, feeling the length and girth of his cock beneath her fingertips. "I don't think so," she growls. Then, without warning, she lurches forward, engulfing his length in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around him, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin as she begins to suck and bob eagerly. Her movements are rough, her breath hot against his shaft. She bites down just hard enough to make him moan before pulling back, her eyes never leaving his. "You're not going anywhere with that thing, you got me?" Her voice is harsh but dripping with need, like she can't get enough of the taste of him. "Mmmhmm..." Gwydion groans, his hands reaching up to rest on either side of Hikaru's head as he leans back into her mouth, relishing in the feel of her warm, wet lips sliding over him. He knows she's capable of this sort of thing; why else would she be at this table if not for some twisted game between them? But it still feels good, and even though a part of his mind tells him he should stop it...the rest wants more.

The taste of his cum fills her mouth and throat, thick and salty against her tongue. She doesn't even bother swallowing it down; she just savors the flavor for a moment before finally pulling back with a satisfied smirk on her lips. Her eyes meet Gwydion's, dark and intense beneath her raised eyebrows. "See? You never should have tried to make that move." She lets out a soft laugh, not missing the hint of pleasure in her voice despite herself. Then, with one fluid motion, she stands up from the table, straightening out her clothes as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Her pink eyes flicker once more to Gwydion, assessing him for a moment before she finally turns and walks away, disappearing into the bustling crowd outside.

Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she feels his lips press against hers, but it's impossible to tell which emotion is winning out. She stands frozen for a moment before finally pulling away with a huff, glaring up at him. "Don't you 'babe' me," she spits through clenched teeth. "And don't expect anything else from me." Then, without waiting for his reaction or another word, Hikaru turns on her heel and storms off in the opposite direction. The swish of her skirt and click-clack of her high heels echo through the streets as she disappears around a corner, leaving Gwydion to wonder if maybe there was still hope for them after all.

"I don't know what you want from me," she snaps, yanking her hand out of his grasp. "One minute you're ignoring me, the next you're asking for help with some stupid audition. It's like... I can't win." Her shoulders slump, and a defeated note creeps into her voice as she continues walking down the street.

"Look, Hikaru," Gwydion says, putting a hand on her shoulder to steady her when she stumbles over a crack in the sidewalk. "I'm sorry I hurt you before. I shouldn't have... cheated." His voice trails off, but she hears it clearly enough.

Hikaru stops then and looks up at him, eyes narrowed. The pain etched across her features makes it hard for Gwydion to look away. "So... now what?" she asks softly, her voice barely a whisper. "Where do we go from here?"

Gwydion takes a deep breath and meets her gaze. He knows he has hurt her deeply, but he can't help wanting another chance with her. The desire to make things right burns inside him like a flame. For now, though, all he can do is offer an honest answer. "I don't know," he admits with a sigh. "But I want to figure it out with you."

Her cheeks flush with anger, but there's also something else beneath the surface; desire and longing for his touch that she can't quite deny. "It's not about that," she snaps, averting her gaze. "I just... I want us to be together again. Like we used to be."

Gwydion moves closer, cupping her face in his hands. "We can," he whispers softly, searching for any sign of genuine hope in her eyes. "If that's what you want." His thumb strokes gently across her cheekbone, and she instinctively leans into the touch.

For a moment, they stand there in the middle of the sidewalk, arms wrapped around each other. It feels strange and awkward but also somehow right. Hikaru closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of Gwydion's cologne and trying to ignore the knot of confusion in her stomach. She knows she shouldn't make this decision so quickly... but after everything they've been through, she can't seem to help herself. "Okay," she murmurs. "Let's give it another shot." Her words are barely audible over the distant hum of traffic and laughter from a nearby cafe, but they fill Gwydion with hope nonetheless. He smiles, brushing his lips against hers before pulling away to look at her once more.

"Are you sure?"

Her heart races as his words sink in, images flooding her mind of the two of them sharing not just each other but another woman. She shudders, and a thrill courses through her veins at the thought. "We'll see," she manages to say with a sultry smile, reaching up to touch his cheek. "But for now... I think you should go home with me."

The words surprise even her; they're bold, possessive... but somehow also incredibly seductive. It's as if she can already feel the weight of him on top of her, the heat between their bodies burning away all sense of reason or self-preservation. She wants this; she wants them both to be together again in every possible way.

And so, with a quiet confidence that belies her usual demeanor, Hikaru leads Gwydion back to her apartment, one hand curled around his arm and the other trailing teasingly down his spine as they walk. The air between them crackles with anticipation and desire; it's as if all the tension of the past few months has been building up to this moment, ready to explode in a frenzy of lust and need.

When they finally reach her door, she turns to face him, hands on his shoulders, eyes burning into his. "I'm not going anywhere tonight," she breathes huskily. "No matter what happens." The words are laced with promise, with a determination that leaves Gwydion certain of only one thing: Tonight, whatever they do... it will be the start of something new.

Her lips curl into a smirk as she answers, "Then you'll have to drag me there." A devilish gleam appears in her eyes, and she takes his hand, leading him down the hallway toward the living room. "But I think we should have some fun first," she adds with a mischievous laugh.

In the midst of rearranging furniture to create a more intimate setting, Hikaru finally stops in front of her grandfather clock and spins around, pressing herself against Gwydion's chest. Her breath comes out hot and heavy as she stares into his eyes, licking her lips slowly. "I want you," she whispers, voice husky with need. "All night long."

Her eyes darken as she thinks, then settles on his lap, straddling him with determination. "No limits tonight," she purrs. "I want to feel everything." Her hands slide up his chest, gripping onto the back of his neck possessively. With a sultry grin, she leans down and captures his lips in a fierce kiss, pouring every ounce of desire into it.

As their tongues dance against each other, her hips begin to move restlessly against him, seeking more contact with the hard length straining at his crotch. She's no longer dressed like the ex-girlfriend he pushed aside; tonight she's all woman, a wanton creature who won't be satisfied until they both shatter from the intensity of their desire.

The challenge ignites something inside of her, fueling the fire already burning within. "Okay," she pants, tilting her hips to angle him deeper into her wet heat. Her hands glide up and down his muscular thighs as they clench around his waist, urging him on.

With every thrust, their skin slaps together in a primal rhythm that pushes them closer to the edge. She moans with pleasure, feeling herself growing wetter and hotter for him with each passing second. His request hangs in the air between them like a promise of more to come; it only serves to heighten her arousal as she begs for release again and again beneath his skilled touch.

She gasps as he twists her nipple, pleasure coursing through her body in waves. With each thrust she's closer to obliteration, every sensation heightened by the thought of proving that other woman wrong. Her hand moves to the zipper on her skirt and begins to lower it, revealing herself as she takes him deeper still. "Alright," she pants between moans. "But... you have to finish first." She smirks up at him, knowing how close he is to losing control too. It's a challenge in itself; who will make the other cum first? The thrill of it drives her on even faster, determined not to be bested by her former lover.

Her body quakes beneath his touch, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she fights against the oncoming wave of pleasure. "Cum for me," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Cum so I can see how amazing you are." The thought of him losing control only serves to heighten her own desire; she wants to feel every drop of his cum splash onto her skin as he surrenders completely to her touch.

I'm close, so close... Her fingers clench into fists as she tries to keep control, but it's no use against the pleasure surging through her. "Cum for me," she whispers, breathless and desperate. "Cum on my hands..." With one last thrust, his name escaping from her lips in a moan, she shatters beneath him, body going limp as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, scrape down his back as he watches the orgasm claim her. She's beautiful, and wild... everything he's ever wanted and more. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, urging him onward as she soaks their skin in heat and wetness.

Her voice is ragged when she finally speaks again. "Masaru..." She pants his name like a curse, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants, desperate to feel more of him against her sore, aching flesh. He groans as she releases him from the tight grip of her body, wrapping her hands around his length and guiding him closer before taking him deep inside herself once more.

"Cum for me," she growls. "Cum on my face, show me..." Her words trail off into a moan as she rocks her hips upward, meeting his thrusts with hungry desire. The room is a haze of sweat and pleasure, their bodies moving together in an erotic dance that borders on primitive.

"I cum," he gasps finally, his voice tight as he releases himself deep inside her, spilling hot and thick across her skin. She wraps her lips around him, sucking greedily as she tastes herself on him, savoring the salty flav

She groans in pleasure as he pulls out and presses the phone against her lips, making sure the girl can see every detail. Her eyes flutter shut as she licks him clean, taking her time to savor the taste of him while maintaining eye contact with the woman on the screen. She smirks at the expression on the girl's face before finally relinquishing his length from her mouth.

"See that?" She purrs into the phone. "That's what you missed out on." Her voice is mockingly sweet as she slips a hand down between her legs, rubbing herself with a slow, teasing motion while staring back at the screen. The girl watches in shock and a mix of lust and betrayal, unable to look away even as Hikaru grinds her fingers against her clit and moans his name into the phone.

"You want some more of this?" She asks, raising an eyebrow suggestively before glancing back down at the girl on screen again. "Too bad." With a wink, she presses the end call button, shoving her phone across the room with a satisfied grunt. Then, ignoring Gwydion for now, she leans forward and starts sucking on his now sore cock, her tongue darting out to lap up any remaining taste of herself from him.

"You belong to me," she whispers against his skin. "Only me."

I moan into his skin, my lips curling into a smirk as I feel him begin to stiffen once more beneath my touch. "Well then," I say huskily, my voice vibrating against his shaft, "since you belong to me..." My hand returns between my legs, already wet from the memory of our intense lovemaking. "Let's finish what we started."

With a sharp tug, I pull him free from my mouth and guide his length back toward me. Then, as he watches in wonder, I lower myself onto him again, taking him deep inside as our hips collide in perfect rhythm. Heat builds within me once more, every stroke of his cock sending waves of pleasure through my body like fireworks exploding behind my eyelids.

"Give it to me," I demand breathlessly, arching my back and lifting my hips into another powerful thrust that sends him even deeper inside of me. "Fuck me like you mean it." The words are a challenge and an invitation all at once; I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge as he moves beneath me, his hands gripping tightly onto my hips in response.

I gasp as my back hits the door and he thrusts deeper, pushing me harder against it. "Yes," I moan, arching my hips into him in response. The sensation of being held tightly by his strength combined with the rough edge of the door biting into my back sends shards of pleasure through me. "More," I demand, meeting each thrust with an equal movement of my own as he claims me once again, body and soul.

"I've always wanted you like this," I manage to whisper between gasps for air. "So rough... so possessive." My hands grip onto the handle above my head, using it for leverage as I rock my hips against him, desperate for release beneath his dominance. The apartment is alive with our cries of pleasure, each word shouted to echo through the empty rooms and into the darkness beyond.

"Cum for me," I beg, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore as my body reaches its peak. "Let go... let it all out." His name is a prayer on my lips as he thrusts one last time, filling me with his release even as my own orgasm washes over me in a cascade of bliss.

"Gwydion," I groan his name, feeling the world begin to spin around me as I surrender to the ecstasy of our lovemaking. "Fuck..." It's the only word left to say, my voice hoarse and raw from the pleasure he's brought me tonight.