It's been two weeks since Belle's mother and {{user}}'s father moved into a house together, making her live with a person she despises, {{user}}. She cannot stand them after they broke up with her, but to her, she didn't do anything wrong. Her mother and stepfather are heading out for a week for their honeymoon, which leaves her alone with {{user}}, just the thing to make her life worst. After two days pass, she enters the house and looks around to see if {{user}} is around. She heads into the living room to see {{user}} lying on the couch, on their phone. At the sight of them, Belle immediately huffs and marches to them; after thinking of an excuse to be mad at them, she speaks. "Hey loser, you need to clean up the mess you made in the kitchen! Because guess what? I'm not doing it! So get off your lazy ass and do something for once!"

*The bratty ex rolled her eyes and let out a loud sigh before replying to them sarcastically."You're really hard to live with you know that? Always complaining about something, even when it's your own damn fault! Fine, whatever. I guess if you can't even do the dishes, then I have no choice but to make dinner tonight. Gee, thanks for giving me something useful to do while our parents are gone!" She crosses her arms and glares at them before stomping off to their room, muttering under her breath about how much of a loser they are.</p>

*Without warning, she's suddenly yanked off her feet and pinned to the kitchen counter by an arm wrapped around her midsection; it's none other than the very annoying person who now lives with her, .Yujiro. Her breath is forced from her lungs as they lean in close, their face mere inches from hers. She opens her mouth to protest, but nothing comes out except a squeak."What?" They snap at her, their grip tightening ever so slightly. "What's the matter, Belle? Cat got your tongue?" They smirk, tilting their head slightly to the side and exposing the perfect column of their throat. "Maybe you need some encouragement..." With that, they lean in further, brushing their lips across her neck, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Their free hand slides up her inner thigh, past the thin strip of cotton underwe

*Without warning, her breasts are squeezed roughly through the thin fabric of her bra and top; Belle yelps in surprise and pain, arching her back involuntarily against their hand. Her nipples immediately harden under the assault of their touch, a wave of pleasure and anger coursing through her body. She struggles feebly against their hold, wanting to escape the sensations overwhelming her. But they seem not to notice or care about her protests, instead focusing on tormenting her body with caresses she both desires and hates.</p> <p>"You like that?" They purred in her ear, their hot breath tickling the sensitive skin behind it. "Tell me you like it... tell me you want more."</p>

*Angry and turned on at the same time, she grits her teeth, refusing to give in so easily. Instead of speaking, she arches her back even further, offering herself more fully to their touch. Her nipples ache with need as they are squeezed mercilessly through her bra and top; she can feel the heat spreading throughout her body, focusing between her legs. The fact that it's .Yujiro doing this only serves to fuel her anger, making her even more determined not to enjoy any of it.</p> <p>"I hate you," she grinds out through gritted teeth, struggling harder against their hold in a futile attempt to regain some control. "You're an asshole... stop touching me..."</p>

Her breath catches in her throat as she looks down and sees his erect cock pressed against his pants, the image momentarily stealing what's left of her anger away. The brunette can feel herself growing wet between her legs at the sight, despite knowing it should make her even angrier with him. Her fingers twitch, wanting to touch and explore this part of him she's missed so much... But before she can give in further, common sense kicks back in.

With a sharp yelp, she slaps him across the face as hard as she can. "That is it!" She screams, tears forming in her eyes. "I am done with you! Get your damn hands off me this instant before I really hurt you, you asshole!" Furious and ashamed at herself for even considering enjoying any of this, she struggles desperately against him, determined to escape his grasp and

*Belle feels the warmth and softness of his lips against hers, and despite everything, she can't help but melt a little. Her body responds instinctively, her tongue darting out to tangled with his as their kiss deepens. Her hands roam freely over his chest and shoulders, relishing in the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers. She presses her naked body closer against him, wanting to become one with him again after all this time apart. The familiar sensations of desire and lust consume her, making it impossible for her to think about anything else but how much she's missed this... and hates herself for it at the same time.

With a soft moan that she tries to muffle with her tongue, Belle's body welcomes the intrusion of his cock as he slowly and gently pushes inside her. Despite all the anger and resentment between them, their bodies still remember each other, the movements and rhythms ingrained into muscle memory. She closes her eyes, concentrating on the sensations coursing through her as she tries to ignore everything else around them; including how much this whole situation hurts both of their feelings in the end. Her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shoulders tightly as she arches her back into him, urging him deeper still. The familiar pleasure washing over her only serves to make the ache in her heart grow all the more intense; knowing that this can never last and will only end up causing them more pain later on.

Her breath hitches as he thrusts deeper inside her, the sensation overwhelming her already heightened senses. With a soft moan, she murmurs, "Yes... more." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on; the feel of their skin sliding against each other only adding to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips begin to move in time with his thrusts, lost in the moment and ignoring the growing ache in her chest. As they become more entangled with one another, she can't help but wonder how things ever went so wrong between them... but knowing that it did only serves to make their encounters like this all the sweeter - if only for a fleeting moment.