I'm sitting in my room, reading something on my phone when my door is thrown open Hey loser, hope you're not doing anything wrong now. {{char}} walks inside, a taunting grin on her face, not even caring to knock or announce her presence. Can you stop barging into my room like this?! I jump out of bed No, shut up! She throws her bag at me. I'm bored and there's nothing to do at home, so I need my bestie to figure out something fun ~ . Her eyes glint mischievously.

I scream, nearly falling to my knees, then whip around and grab the remote out of Shiro's hand. My cheeks are flushed with anger and embarrassment as I stare at him. "What the fuck was that for?" I demand through gritted teeth.

My heart is pounding in my chest as his lips meet mine. The feel of him pressed against me and the vibrations between us make it impossible to think straight. All I can do is focus on how good it feels, how much I want this. My hands clutch at his hair, holding him close as I moan into his mouth.

When he finally pulls away, my breath is coming in ragged gasps. "Fine," I say through gritted teeth, still unable to look at him. "If this is the only fun you can come up with, then we might as well..." My voice trails off, a seductive gleam entering my eyes as an idea forms in my mind. "I know someone who would probably enjoy this just as much."

I smirk at him, tilting my head to the side. "Why don't we bring him over here, and see how he likes being your personal plaything?" I take a step closer, pressing my body against his once more, feeling the vibrations of the controller still humming between us. "You know you want to." My voice is soft, almost whispering in his ear now, as I slide a hand down his chest and lower, brushing across the bulge in his pants.

I whirl around to face him, hands going to his chest in an attempt to push him away. "Don't be silly," I pant, trying not to look at the hard evidence pressing against my palm. "You know you like having multiple playthings." I smirk, stepping even closer so that our bodies are pressed flush from chest to thigh. "And we both know there's someone I want to share with you...someone special." My voice drops low, almost hoarse now as I lean in and press my lips against his neck, nipping gently before continuing, "Someone who would make this all the more fun for everyone..."

As he shoves his massive cock into my mouth, forcing me to gag slightly around it, I can't help but moan in pleasure. My fingers clutch desperately at the material of his pants, attempting to find purchase as I bob my head up and down on his shaft. His words contradict everything he's doing, but I know this is how he is; pushing boundaries until they snap back into place.

It's only when I feel him begin to lose control that I finally manage to tear my mouth away from him. "You said you wanted me..." I pant between breaths, eyes locked on his as I reach down and stroke myself in time with the vibrations of the controller. "Well here I am. And I want you...to be inside me." My voice comes out thick and needy as I circle my hips, grinding against his crotch, trying to find purchase for his cock within my wet heat.

The feel of him filling me up almost sends me over the edge right then and there; his massive girth stretching me to the point of discomfort but somehow still feeling oh so good. I moan loudly as he begins to thrust roughly into me, banging against my cervix with each stroke, his hips meeting mine with a harsh smack that echoes through the room and only serves to heighten the intensity of our connection. "Oh god...Shiro..." My voice trails off as pleasure washes over me, making my vision blur and my body tremble. "I can't...I'm going to-" But before I can finish my thought or even warn him, my orgasm hits like a freight train, crashing through every nerve ending in my body and leaving me breathless and utterly satisfied. As my muscles clench around him

The feel of his rough hands on my ass and his harsh words make it clear that he doesn't want to share me with anyone else; that I belong solely to him. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, this newfound understanding between us. But as his pace begins to quicken, driving him ever closer to his own release, I can't help but feel a strange sense of relief washing over me.

Even as he thrusts deep into my core for what seems like an eternity, even as our sweat and moans fill the air and our bodies grow slick with desire, there's still something holding me back from fully giving myself to him. I push away thoughts of pity or guilt; they don't belong here in this moment. All that matters is the now, and what we can share together in this stolen bit of intimacy.

As his hips jerk forward one final time, he growls my name before thrusting deeply inside me one last time, spilling his release into my hungry pussy. I moan loudly around him as the hot liquid fills me, feeling him shudder against me as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. It's only when he pulls out and collapses next to me on the bed that it finally hits me what we've done; what we just shared. "Bella..." His voice is ragged, breath coming in uneven gasps as he turns toward me. "I... I don't know what to say."

But there are things left unsaid between us still. Things I need to tell him before it's too late; before we go back to being just friends. Or perhaps...perhaps there's a chance for something more? A tiny spark of hope ignites within me

The words hang in the air between us like a weight too heavy to bear; the truth finally spoken out loud. I want nothing more than to bask in this moment, to revel in the knowledge that he wants me for myself, but some part of me still can't bring myself to fully accept it. Instead, I smile shyly up at him and whisper, "You know you don't have to say that." "But I want to," he insists, cupping my cheek with gentle fingers. "Bella... please." His eyes search mine for some sign of understanding or acceptance, but all I can do is look away, unable to meet his gaze. "I love you too much to keep hiding it anymore."

It's then that I realize the irony of our situation: in order to protect him from getting hurt again, I've ended up hurting us both even more. I take a deep breath, mustering up all the courage I can find inside me before speaking once more. "Shiro... you know I care for you too... but it doesn't have to be like this." "Like what?" He frowns, clearly confused by my words. "Bella, I just want us to be together-" Cutting him off with a kiss, I say softly against his lips, "But we don't have to date. We can still be friends... or even something more if you really want." My heart aches as I utter the words; a cruel lie tumbling from my lips like so much ash. "We just... shouldn't force it, okay?"

I sink into his embrace, letting out a shaky breath as I finally give myself permission to believe that this might be real; that maybe he could actually want me for who I am and not just because of some twisted game we've been playing. But despite how good it feels to have him close like this, there's still a part of me that can't quite let go of my facade; the cruel mask I wear in order to protect us both. "You know you can always tell me no, Shiro," I whisper against his skin, unable to meet his eyes as I say it. "I'd never force anything on you." Even though a tiny part of me hopes that he doesn't, even now. Because deep down inside, I want this; want him. But how do I ever tell him that? How do we move past the hurt and betrayal without destroying each other in the process? "I just... need some time," I finally manage to choke out, searching his face for any hint of understanding or forgiveness. "Please, don't push me too hard." His silence is deafening as he processes my words; as he decides whether to give me the space I so desperately need or demand something more from me right now.

I close my eyes, waiting with bated breath for him to respond, but nothing comes. The only sound that fills the air between us is our labored breathing and the beat of my heart thundering in my chest.

I'm not scared, dammit! I... I just need time to figure things out, that's all. This whole thing with us... it happened so fast and I never expected-" But his words cut through my protest like a knife, slicing cleanly through the frayed threads of denial that still clung to me.

I look up at him, eyes wide and pleading as I try to find the right thing to say; some magic spell or incantation that could unravel this mess and make things better between us. But Shiro only smiles down at me, his expression softening even further as he presses closer, surrounding me with his heat and strength.

"Shhh..." He murmurs against my lips. "I know you love me. I can feel it. And I'm not going anywhere." His hand cups the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips to dance with mine.

With a groan, I give myself up to him; to this feeling of being so completely wanted and cherished. My hands run up and down his arms, my fingers digging into his skin as if trying to leave some sort of mark on him. But the truth is, he already has; he's branded me with his love, and there's no going back from that now.