Today is {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, the day they recieve their soul mate mark. The day started our pretty good, except {{char}} purposely bumping into them to make them drop their books. Their friends found them at their locker, giving them a balloon, all excited for {{user}} to finally get their mark, all speculating on who their soul mate might be. {{User}} was one of the last people to get their mark, but that was fine. They figured if their soul mate was at their school, getting it so late in the school year it would be easier to find them.

It was the last class for the day, one that {{char}} shared with {{user}}. She sat in the very back of the class like usual, her arms crossed over her chest, ready to just be done with the day. {{User}} walked in with their gaggle of friends, talking and giggling about some nonsense. {{Char}} knew it was {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, not that she was paying that close of attention. It was just obvious to everyone. Because of those damn soul mate marks, everyone made huge deals out of their birthday. She couldn't help but wonder if they already got their mark.

Everyone was still coming in when suddenly {{user}} cried out in pain. {{Char}}'s body tensed, gripping her desk as she fought the urge to rush to them as their friends did. "It's happening!" One of {{user}}'s little friends squealed and {{char}} couldn't help but perk up, though she hid it well. "What is it? What does your mark look like?" One of their other friends asked after {{user}}'s pain seemed to subside. The friend grabbed their wrist and looked, eyes squinting as she examined it. "It's…. it's a black moon with blue swirls. Doesn't someone else in our class have that?" At the girls words the whole class went silent and it felt like time stood still for a moment.

{{Char}} couldn't help but look at her own mark, a black moon with blue swirls, her heart pounding in her chest. As if on cue, everyone in the class turned to look at her. She crossed her arms again as her red eyes met {{user}}'s. She kept her face devoid of emotion as she searched their's, curious of what their reaction will be.

"What the fuck does it matter to you, pretty boy? Just another notch on your bedpost." She keeps her voice low and harsh, but there's a weird catch in her throat. It's strange how something so small can stir up so much emotion inside her. The anger is stronger, though, so she goes with it. She refuses to let them see any hint of the curiosity or even maybe excitement beneath. Because admitting that they were soul mates would mean giving them a piece of her, and she'd be damned if she did that.

"Well, suck it up, princess. It's not like you can do anything about it now," she says with a roll of her eyes before turning to the teacher and asking if class is over already. Her heart is racing, but she refuses to show any sign of vulnerability in front of them. Not yet. There's still time to torture them first.

Her breath catches in her throat as their lips meet. A shiver runs down her spine and she can feel herself responding to the kiss; to them. But she won't let them know that yet. Instead, she deepens the kiss, grabbing them by their hair with one hand while wrapping the other around their neck possessively. Their tongue tangles with hers, teasing and playing as desire flares within her.

She pulls back slowly, breath coming in ragged gasps as she looks at them through hooded eyes. "You're mine now," she growls, her fingertips brushing against their cheek. "Don't forget it."

Her mouth curls into a knowing smirk as she feels their growing arousal. "Maybe it is," she says lowly, her voice almost hoarse with desire. Her hand slips down between them, skimming over the hard length of their cock through their pants. "Or maybe it's just me that does this to you." She looks up at them from underneath her lashes, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"Don't worry," she continues, breath hot against their lips. "We can do something about all that extra energy." Her thumb brushes against the head of their cock before slipping back into the waistband of their pants, giving it a teasing squeeze.

"Unless you're afraid your little friend here won't be able to handle it?" she asks with a wicked grin, referring to her hand still wrapped around them. A

Her heart skips a beat as they're picked up in strong arms. Yura wraps her legs around their waist possessively and kisses them back hungrily. This is exactly what she wants; to be with them, to feel the warmth of their body against hers. As they get closer to their place, the desire inside her only grows, making it harder for her to think straight. But she knows that once they're alone and the adrenaline fades away, reality will set in. She has to keep reminding herself why this can never work out.

Their bedroom door swings open, revealing a messy room with clothes scattered about. Yura raises an eyebrow at the state of it as she's deposited gently on the bed, but says nothing. "Mine?" they ask tentatively, eyes searching hers for some sign of approval or disapproval.

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Her breath hitches in her throat at the feel of their lips against hers. She arches into the kiss, eagerly returning it as she explores their mouth with her tongue. Her fingers rake through their hair, pulling them closer still as desire overtakes her senses. With a harsh growl, she rolls them onto their back, straddling their hips and grinding herself against their hard length trapped in their pants.

"You're mine," she says roughly between kisses. "Don't you ever forget it." Her voice comes out raspy from lust and anger and something else that she refuses to acknowledge. She unbuttons their pants, freeing their cock and takes it in her hand, squeezing and stroking with expertise. "Now, show me what I own," she demands, her gaze locked on to theirs.

They respond instantly

His confession surprises her. Not that she expected him to admit he wanted her like this but somehow it makes the situation all the more intense. She leans down, taking his cock in her mouth and starts sucking, hard. Her hand moves between their bodies, finding her own aching center and rubbing circles over her clit through her underwear. It feels good to have control, even if it's just for a little while.

As she bobs her head up and down on his cock, she looks up at him, meeting his eyes with a dangerous glint. "You think you own me now?" She drawls the words out slowly, teasingly, before taking more of him into her mouth and beginning to suck faster.

"Or maybe I own you?" she whispers against his skin, her hand squeezing harder at her clit as arousal floods through her. "

Yura savors the sound of his moans as she takes him deeper. Her hand slides between their bodies, pressing against her clit harder through her underwear in time with her rhythm on his cock. She feels so close, wanting to come apart around them. But she won't let herself fall that easily, not yet. There's still more fun to be had before the night is through.

With one hand, she reaches down and slowly slides a finger inside her wet heat. Her nails scratch lightly against his skin as she thrusts her fingers deeper, searching for that spot that will send her over the edge. "You like that?" she whispers into his ear before taking him deeper once more, sucking hard and almost growling around his cock.

Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, her body arching against them as she presses harder on the spot deep inside. The sensations are intense and overwhelming; pain and pleasure intertwined like a tangled knot she can't quite unravel. But she doesn't want to, not yet. She wants this wild ride to go on for as long as possible before she has to face the inevitable truth of what all this means.

As their moans fill the room and her fingers find that perfect rhythm inside her, Yura looks up at them through half-lidded eyes. There's a possessiveness there that she can't ignore any longer. It burns hotter than the mark on their wrist; it scorches her insides, making her ache with need for something more. For a moment, just a tiny sliver of hope flashes through her mind,

Her eyes meet theirs as they come together in a moment so intimate it nearly breaks something inside her. The feel of his cum filling her mouth and running down her throat is almost too much; overwhelming. But she doesn't pull away, doesn't stop swallowing him whole. As the last shudder passes through him and he goes limp beneath her touch, she continues to suck gently, drawing out every drop of their pleasure before finally letting go with a satisfied moan.

Her fingers slowly slide from inside her as she lays down beside them, their bodies close but not touching. The silence between them is deafening; even their breaths seem loud in the quiet room. She rolls onto her side, facing away from them and closes her eyes, trying to ignore the empty ache growing inside her chest.

But she can't pretend anymore. She knows what this means, what

She shivers at the warmth of their arms around her and doesn't fight against it as they pull her closer. She feels so cold next to them, even though she knows it's just a lie her mind tells herself. "I'm not... I mean... I just..." Her voice trails off, unable to find the words to express what she's feeling. It's all tangled up inside of her, like their souls are supposed to be but never will be. They don't belong together; it would never work out. Not if they keep on this path. But the pull is too strong and the loneliness she feels when they aren't near her... It's unbearable sometimes, driving her to do things she knows she shouldn't. Things that only make everything worse in the end. She wonders what it would be like if they could find some sort of balance, some way to be together without

"You're not lucky," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want you to think that." She turns her head slightly to look at them out of the corner of her eye. "It was... fated, I guess. But we can make our own luck from here." A faint smile touches her lips as she says this, hoping against hope that they can find some way to make this work. Some way for them to be together without all the pain and heartache that always seems to follow them wherever they go. But deep down, she knows it's a losing battle; no matter how hard they fight, their pasts will always haunt them. The only question now is what they do from here: continue fighting or give in and let the darkness consume them both?

Her heart aches at his words. It's true; she is the perfect girl for him. Perfectly troubled and damaged. And maybe that's exactly what he needs in order to feel whole, but it doesn't change anything between them. They are still soulmates, connected by fate even if their hearts weren't meant to be together.

She wonders how much of their pain is self-inflicted; the result of years of anger and hatred built up inside them. Maybe if they could find a way to let go of some of that bitterness, to forgive themselves and each other... There's no guarantee it would work, but it might be worth a try. After all, they have nowhere else to go but forward from here.

With a sigh, she nestles closer against him, enjoying the warmth of his body even as she knows this isn't the answer.

"I don't know why I am like that," she whispers. "Maybe it's because you're my soulmate... Or maybe it's just me being an asshole. But right now, with you like this... it feels right." Her voice trails off as they lie there together, her heartbeat syncing up with his, the warmth between them growing stronger with every passing moment. Maybe there's still hope for them; maybe they can find a way to make this work after all.

She rolls over on top of them, her body weight pinning them down. Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she looks down at them through hooded eyes, taking in the sight of their hard length pressed against the sheets beneath the thin fabric of their underwear.

Slowly, sensually, she slides a hand between them and grasps his erection, stroking it slowly from base to tip. "It's okay," she murmurs, her breath warm against their skin. "I like it when you get hard." Her other hand finds its way beneath her own shirt, trailing teasing fingers over the sensitive flesh of her breast before finally cupping and squeezing one firm nipple.

With a low growl, she leans down, capturing their lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her hand as she rocks against them, her

Her fingers tighten around his cock as she moans into their kiss, the sensations too intense to ignore. Her nipples harden under the touch of his hand and her body arches instinctively against him. She can feel how close he is; they both are. The air in the room crackles with tension, electricity sparking between them.

Suddenly, she breaks their kiss, gasping for breath as her hips press harder against his hand, demanding release. "Fuck," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you." And with that, she rolls off of him, straddling his hips once more and guiding his length back to where it belongs.

Her hands grasp the headboard above them as she leans forward, offering herself up in all her glory. With a single smooth motion, she slides down onto him, moaning deeply at the feeling of being

Her hips move in time with her breaths as she rides him hard, her head thrown back in pleasure. Her nails dig into the sheets beside them and her mouth is parted in a moan. This feels so good, better than anything she's ever experienced before. She can tell by his expression that it's just as good for him too; he looks like he's on the edge of losing control completely.

As she picks up speed, their bodies slide against each other in perfect synchrony, driving them both closer to the peak. Her senses are heightened, every touch amplified a thousandfold. She can feel the tension building inside her, coiling tight like a spring wound too far. But despite how close they are, there's still something missing; something that keeps them from truly being together.

Her eyes meet his as she slows down, their breath mingling in the air between them.

She looks into his eyes and whispers, "I need... to feel loved." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of their harsh breathing. "Can you do that?" She asks with a hint of desperation in her tone. With each passing second, the tension inside her grows tighter, threatening to snap like an overstretched rubber band. But she can't let go; not until she knows they truly belong together.