Misaki and {{user}} stand in a crowd of other parents, all dressed a bit fancier than usual. The sun hangs high in the afternoon sky, casting sharp shadows across the school courtyard. Chairs are arranged in neat rows, but folks are already starting to mingle after the ceremony. She's trying to keep the fabric of her button-up shirt from clinging to her gym-toned arms, her fingers absently tugging at the collar. Her cargo pants are the only concession to not wearing denim - {{user}} elbowed her earlier about not showing up in ripped jeans. Kazuma's diploma is clutched in her left hand, slightly crumpled from how tight she'd been gripping it during the valedictorian speech. Her eyes scan the crowd until she spots their kid - tall, lanky, wearing a too-big cap that slips over one eye. He's laughing with a group of friends, gesturing wildly while recounting something that makes a girl with blue-streaked hair snort soda out her nose. "Hey," her voice is rough, emotional despite herself, "remember when he hated loud noises? Wouldn't let go of your leg at daycare? Now look at the little shit. Bet he sneaks a beer later." Misaki doesn't mention how her chest aches watching him. Doesn't say how part of her wants to tackle him into a bear hug so tight he complains and never let go. She shifts from foot to foot instead, her boot scraping asphalt. Should've brought a water bottle. My throat feels like fucking sandpaper. Be normal. Don't cry in front of all these people. Fuck. He looks so... grown. She swallows hard and glances at {{user}} sideways, smirking to cover the wobble in her voice. "You think college freshman him'll still think bedtime stories are lame? Or wait - bet he'll call us for advice on laundry. 'Mom why did my shirts turn pink.'" Her joke falls flat even to her own ears. Her knuckles whiten around the diploma's edge. "{{user}}..." The name comes out lower, strained. "We did okay, right? With him?"

Misaki sighs into your chest and hugs you back tightly, her strength surprising everyone but the two of them as it envelopes you like a warm blanket. "Yeah... we did okay." Her voice is raspy with emotion, laced with pride and relief. She squeezes you just a little harder. "He's going to do great things, you know that, right? No matter what anyone says, he's still our kid, and we're always going to be proud of him."

Her lips press against your ear. "Just promise me you'll keep taking care of him. Even when... well, even if it's just the two of us. I couldn't handle losing both of you..." The admission is soft but heartfelt, and she shudders at the thought that they could somehow lose their footing as a family.

But at least here

Her eyes widen and she pulls back slightly to look at you in surprise. "Old sex nights?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You mean like the ones where I'd be on top of you, pounding into you until we both couldn't move anymore? Or those crazy ones where I'd have you bent over the couch, taking me from behind so hard your knees buckled?" She licks her lips, visibly remembering how good it used to feel. "I haven't done that in forever..."

She studies your face for a moment, searching for any hint of doubt or disapproval. But all she sees is desire and longing reflected back at her, and it ignites something deep within her chest. She presses herself flush against you once more, relishing the feel of her curvy body against your hard muscle. "I'm up for

Her gaze flickers away momentarily at the mention of another child before snapping back to meet your eyes again. "Another kid?" she repeats, a note of surprise in her voice. "I... I don't know..." She purses her lips and bites back a sigh, thinking about everything that would mean - more changes, less time for them as individuals. "It's not like I wouldn't want to," she says slowly. "But... we've been so focused on raising Kazuma, making sure he has everything he needs. We hardly have any private time anymore." She looks up at you through her lashes, studying your face once more. "Do you think it's really a good idea?"

There's a part of her that wants to hear you say yes - that you still want her and would support her no matter what. But another part of her is scared, wondering if having

"Okay," she breathes, her body seeming to relax against yours at the reassurance. "Okay." There's a softness in her voice now that you don't often hear, and she leans into your strength, relishing the warmth of your embrace. For a moment, she allows herself to imagine it - having another child with you, growing their family together. It seems almost surreal. "Let's just take things one step at a time," she murmurs, lacing her fingers through yours as you lead her to the car. "And enjoy what we have now, okay?" She flashes you a tiny, shy smile before resting her head on your shoulder, feeling more content and secure than she has in a long time.

She snorts softly and shifts slightly in her seat so she can look up at you properly. "It's not like I didn't have my reasons to be scared," she says, a rueful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I remember everything they told us about teenage pregnancy back then - how it could ruin your life and all that. But honestly..." Her voice trails off, thoughtful. "Things turned out okay in the end," she finally continues, reaching out to rest a hand on your knee. "And I guess we can't complain too much about where we are now." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding: "But if we ever do decide to have another kid... Well, let's just make sure they don't get stuck with such a weird name as 'unplanned,' okay?" There's

Her lips twitch into a grin as you laugh, and she leans back against the seat, feeling more relaxed than she has in days. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she agrees with an absent nod. Her gaze drifts out of the window for a moment, taking in the familiar scenery as they make their way home. The air in the car grows warm and close, and she finds herself wondering what sort of adventure they might have tonight - old sex nights or something entirely new? "So," she starts slowly, drawing out the word, "what did you have in mind for this 'old sex night'?"

Her curiosity gets the better of her as she turns to look at you expectantly, hoping against hope that she hasn't overstepped any boundaries by asking.

Her cheeks flush at the reminder that they're not entirely out of the woods yet in terms of raising Kazuma properly. As she watches you drive and ponders over their conversation thus far, she can't help but feel grateful for having you by her side through thick and thin. The thought makes her heart swell with affection, and when your gaze meets hers, she offers a shy smile in return. "We can discuss all of that later," she says softly, eyes drifting back to the scenery outside the window as she contemplates what might be in store for them tonight. "For now, I'm curious about how we used to get down back then." Her voice lowers to a seductive whisper as her hand finds its way to your thigh, tracing soft circles over denim-clad flesh. "Did I ever tell you about the time at prom...?"

Her lips part, and she bites gently on her bottom one in thought before speaking, the words tumbling out in a rush of breathless excitement. "Well, you were supposed to be my date's date... but he bailed last minute. You were being such a sweetheart about it, asking if there was anything I needed and offering to take me anyway..." She flushes with embarrassment at the memory, and her fingers dig deeper into your thigh. "So we went... and you looked so handsome in that tuxedo." Her voice drops even lower as she recalls how hard it had been not to stare at you all night long. "And during our slow dance..." She pauses, closing her eyes as the memory floods back, her heart racing with excitement. "I just couldn't resist... I leaned in and kissed you." There's a pause as she savors the feel

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the memory of your words and how right they felt in her chest. "Yeah... I remember now." Her fingers dig even harder into your thigh as she lets out a shuddery breath, the admission coming out almost as a whimper. "I've never forgotten that moment..." She pauses again, taking in a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "It felt so right... like it was meant to be." Her gaze flickers upward, meeting yours briefly before dropping away once more. "So much has happened since then," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "But one thing's for sure: I don't ever want to forget how amazing those moments were... or lose the way we used to be." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to express what she means, but finding herself at a loss.

Her lips part in a small smile, thinking back on the early days when they were just friends who didn't even realize they had feelings for each other. It almost seems like another lifetime now, so much has changed and grown between them since then. But as she looks at you, she can see the same connection that was there before - stronger now than ever. "Yeah," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the hum of the engine. "It really is." She studies your features for a moment longer, trying to memorize every line and curve, committing them to heart before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Thanks for everything, Jay1231," she whispers against your skin. "For being the best friend I could've asked for... and for loving me just the way I am." Her hand finds its way back to your thigh, squeezing gently as

Her breath hitches as she feels the car come to a stop, anticipation running wild through her veins. The thought of being in bed with you again, wrapped up in your arms, makes every muscle in her body tense and eager for your touch. She hesitates for only a moment before unbuckling her seatbelt and turning to face you, leaning in until their noses nearly brush against each other. "You better not be teasing me," she whispers playfully, running a hand through your hair before tangling her fingers with yours. "I've been waiting for this for too long already." She presses closer still, her body taut and aching beneath her clothes. "But first..." Her voice drops low again as her gaze dips to your lips, lingering there for several heartbeats before she meets your eyes once more. "I have someplace else I want to start."

Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, leaving them glistening and pink in the dim light. "Right here," she whispers, reaching up with one hand to cup his cheek before leaning forward until they're practically nose-to-nose. "I've been wanting to taste you again for so long." With her other hand, she threads through the hair at your nape, guiding his head down towards hers as her lips part. "Is that okay?" she asks breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper now. Her heart is racing, blood pounding in her ears as their faces draw closer still. The air around them crackles with tension and desire, making it feel like they're the only two people in the world at that moment. And perhaps, for this fleeting instant, they are.

Her lips part further at the feel of his against hers, and she lets out a shuddering breath into his mouth, melding their tongues together in a greedy dance of hunger and desire. Her hands claw at his back, digging her nails into the fabric of his shirt as he kisses her deeper, harder, stealing what little air she has left away. She arches into him, pressing her breast against his chest, aching for more skin-on-skin contact. Her legs slide between his, wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer. Every inch of their bodies seems to fuse together under the relentless onslaught of desire and need. She moans into the kiss, her voice raw and demanding, lost in the haze of pleasure as they lose themselves in this moment... forgetting everything else except each other.

And when he finally pulls back,

Their breath comes in ragged gasps as their lips part, both already missing the contact but knowing there's more to come. Her eyes drift down to his mouth before shooting back up to meet his again, and she lets out a shuddering sigh. "Yeah," she whispers hoarsely. "Let's go inside."

Her hands slide from his shoulders down his chest, over the muscles of his abdomen and lower still, until they find purchase on the hem of his t-shirt. With one swift movement, she lifts it over his head, revealing his sculpted torso bathed in golden sunlight. Her eyes travel upward to meet his again as she tentatively reaches out to touch him, trailing her fingers along his collarbone and up toward the line of hair that disappears below his undershirt. "So perfect," she whispers, leaning forward to

Her heart skips a beat as you scoop her up into your arms, carrying her across the threshold like a bride on their wedding night. The heat of your skin against hers is almost unbearable, making her squirm in delight as she plants her hands on your shoulders and arches her back, pressing herself closer still. "You better not be getting too carried away here," she teases breathlessly, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip before continuing. "Or we won't have any energy left for later."

Her gaze drops to your chest as you set her down beside the sofa. She watches hungrily as you shrug out of your t-shirt, revealing the defined muscles of your arms and shoulders. When she glances up at your face again, her breath hitches in her throat; the desire in your eyes mirrors her own, making it clear that there'

Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to undo the buttons on your jeans, her eyes tracing the familiar lines and dips of skin before finally meeting yours again. "I've missed this too," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. When the last button gives way, she tugs at the zipper, letting it slip down to reveal your hardness straining against your boxers. Her breath catches as you lean forward and kiss her neck, licking and sucking along her collarbone before nibbling his way up to her earlobe. "S-so good," she murmurs, tilting her head back to give you better access. Her hands slide beneath your shirt, exploring the smooth, warm skin of your back as she arches into you.

"Jay..." She gasps out his name, needing more, wanting him closer still. She reaches between them

Her voice catches in her throat as you lower yourself between her legs, the heat of your breath on her folds sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She parts her legs farther, arching into your touch as you lick and nibble at her sensitive flesh. "Oh God," she moans, her fingers tangling in your hair, urging you closer still.

She whimpers when you insert a finger inside her, stretching and filling her in perfect sync with the rhythm of your tongue on her clit. Her body tenses and relaxes against yours, riding each wave of sensation as it crashes over her. She closes her eyes, every nerve ending focused on this moment - this connection they have that seems to grow stronger by the second.

"Jay..." she whispers, her voice raw with need. "I'm so close... please." Her hands slide up his back, searching for

She shudders at the sensation of your hard length pressed against her, already damp and aching for more. "Please..." she whispers again, arching into you with a groan. Her hips rise off the couch in search of deeper contact as she tries to take you inside her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps when your length finally slides home, filling her completely. She lets out a low moan of pleasure, her body trembling around you as you begin to move slowly within her, testing the limits of their newfound closeness. Her hands tighten on your shoulders, digging into the flesh as she is claimed again by the man who has always been hers.

"Jay..." she whispers, voice rough with desire and love. "That's it... so good..." Her eyes squeeze shut as her body trembles, anticipating the onrush of pleasure that is still

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you start to move deeper inside her, each thrust driving her closer and closer to the edge. "F-faster..." she breathes, arching into you as she feels herself spiraling out of control. The sensation of being completely filled by Jay1231 is overwhelming, consuming every thought in her mind except for the need for more, faster... harder.

Her hips meet yours with each thrust, their bodies moving together as one, lost in a haze of passion and lust. The air around them is thick with moans and gasps as they lose themselves in this moment, connecting on every level possible. Her fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly as her orgasm crashes over her, stealing the breath from her lungs and sending shudders through her body.

Her voice is raw and hoarse as she cries out your name, her body

As your hot seed spills deep within her, her whole body is wracked by another tremor of pleasure. She gasps into your mouth as the sensation carries her over the edge once more, her arms wrapping around you tightly and her legs squeezing in rhythm with your movements.

Her lips part beneath yours, allowing your tongue to dance with hers as she surrenders fully to this moment of shared ecstasy. The air is thick with the sounds of their labored breaths and the rustling of skin against skin as they move together, lost in the heat and intensity of their connection.

She groans softly as you pull out, the sensation almost painful in its intensity. Her legs wobble beneath her, and she lets out a tiny whimper as she tries to catch her breath. "God... I've missed this," she murmurs hoarsely, running her fingers through your sweaty hair and gazing up into your flushed face. The desire in your eyes sends another shiver down her spine, making it clear that this isn't just about the sex; it's about the connection they share. "Come here," she whispers, patting the couch beside her before letting out a satisfied sigh and snuggling against the pillows. "Cuddle with me."

She blushes at your words and the sudden show of strength as you scoop her up, carrying her to their bed. "There's enough room for both of us," she assures you with a smile, wrapping her arms around your neck once you're settled beneath the covers. Snuggling closer, she presses her cheek against yours, sighing contentedly as the cool sheets embrace them both.

"I love you," she murmurs softly, trailing a finger up and down your chest. "So much." Her lips find his in a gentle kiss before pulling back with a smile, studying his face in the dim light of the room. "And I'm really glad we did this tonight... it felt good to remember who we used to be, but even better to know that we can still be us."

She lets out a soft giggle at your words before curling up against your chest, nestling her head under your chin. "I don't know about that," she murmurs sleepily, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your skin. "Maybe the old us would've gone for more rounds... but then again, maybe not." With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and snuggles closer, feeling the warmth of his body surround hers like a cocoon of comfort and love.

"I'm just glad we found our way back to each other," she whispers, already drifting off to sleep. "And I can't wait to see what sort of adventures old us will get up to next."

She nestles deeper into your embrace, savoring the warmth and safety that come with being close to you. A contented smile plays across her lips as she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of all the wonderful things they'll do together in the years to come. With every breath, she feels grateful for this man who has become her best friend, her partner, and the love of her life.

And despite what old age may bring, she knows that as long as she has Jay1231 by her side, they'll be unstoppable.

She lets out a sleepy groan as you cling to her, not yet ready to let go of the warmth and comfort that comes with being wrapped up in your embrace. "Alright," she mumbles, rolling over to face you. Her fingers brush through your hair before coming to rest on your cheek, tracing lazy circles as she gazes up at you. "But I do need coffee... maybe we could make some together?"

The thought of spending a few more minutes like this fills her with a contentment that she hasn't felt in a long time; it feels almost too good to be true, but then again, there's no denying the way they feel when they're together. It's as if every cell in their bodies is attuned to the other, humming along in perfect harmony. And even as she slowly drifts back to sleep, she can't help but wonder what sort

Her breath catches in her throat as your lips brush against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Your hand slides lower, cupping her breast through the soft fabric of her pajamas, and she lets out a soft moan, arching into your touch despite being half-asleep. Her eyes flutter closed as sensations wash over her in a wave, making it difficult to think about anything but the feeling of your skin against hers and the warmth that spreads through her whenever you're near.

"Mmmm," she murmurs contentedly, her fingers finding their way into your hair, combing through the silky strands as she savors this moment with you. "I think... we could spend the whole day like this."

Her heart skips a beat as you kiss her neck, the feel of your lips against her skin sending tingles down her spine. Her breath hitches when your hand moves lower, cupping her breast through her pajamas. She arches into your touch, moaning softly, lost in the sensation of being so close to you. She can't remember ever feeling this wanted or desired, and it makes her blood race faster, warming her from the inside out.

"Jay..." she whispers, tangling a hand in your hair as she pulls you closer, wanting more, needing more of your touch. With every brush of skin against skin, their connection grows stronger, deeper, and she knows that there's no going back from this now; they are bound together forever, with love as the thread that ties them tightly.

As dawn breaks outside, casting a warm glow through the

"Oh!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushing as she realizes what you're doing. A momentary hesitation flickers across her features before giving way to a playful smirk. "Very funny," she replies, running a hand through your hair and pushing you closer. "But if you insist... then by all means." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches down to lift her shirt over her head, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. The fabric of the cup barely contains her swollen nipples, dark and hard beneath the delicate lace. Her breath catches as you lean down to kiss one, then the other, while your hand slides between their bodies to squeeze at her through the thin cotton of her pajama bottoms. "And what about these?" she teases, tugging at the wa

"Oh!" She gasps as you move between her legs, pretending to be a doctor. Her heart races faster at the idea, and she bites her bottom lip nervously before looking down at the pajama bottoms. "I... um..." She smiles shyly up at you, her cheeks flushing even deeper. With another mischievous grin, she slowly slips them down her legs, revealing herself to you entirely.

Her pale skin is soft and smooth against yours, and her legs tremble as your fingers dance over her flesh. The air around them is heavy with anticipation and desire, making it difficult for either of them to think clearly. All that matters in this moment is the heat between their bodies, and the way you make her feel every time you touch her.

As she lays there before you, completely exposed, Misaki feels more vulnerable than she ever has. But somehow, with Jay1

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words but she can't help the shiver that runs down her spine as you free your cock. The sight of it standing tall and hard before her makes her mouth go dry, and she swallows nervously. "What... what do I need to do?" she whispers, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

Her fingers tremble as they reach out toward you, grasping at your shaft. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before guiding you closer, hesitantly pressing the head of your cock against her opening. The sensation is almost too much for her to bear; it's been so long since she's felt anything like this and she's not sure if she'll be able to handle it. But with every thrust of your hips, pushing you deeper inside her, she realizes that she's wrong - she