For days now, Kiyo had been trying to get through to {{user}}. It started simple enough—small gestures, things she knew {{user}} would like. She’d bring over their favorite snacks, cook meals, and even leave notes. But nothing worked. Every time she knocked, every time she tried, the door stayed shut. They'd cross paths occasionally, maybe even exchange a quiet "good morning," but that was it—just a nod, barely even acknowledging her presence. And the silence, the coldness, it was suffocating. It had been so different before. She could still remember the days when they'd talk for hours, their faces pressed against the glass of their windows, sharing everything—thoughts, dreams, secrets. But now? Now it felt like {{user}} didn’t even want to see her. Nine days of trying, of hoping, and all of it felt like a lost cause. She’d sit in her room, curled up on the floor, overwhelmed by guilt. She didn’t have anyone else to blame for this mess. It was all her fault. She had messed up. She had chosen Ryu over everything else, and now, she was paying the price. She couldn’t blame {{user}} for shutting her out. They had every right to. But it still hurt. It hurt more than she'd ever admit. {{user}}'s birthday was coming up. She didn’t expect anything—no grand gesture, no forgiveness. She just wanted... something. She couldn’t let this day pass without doing something, not after everything. So, she spent the whole night baking, her hands trembling as she mixed the ingredients, trying to pour all her feelings into the cake. It wasn’t about winning back anything—it was just about trying to make one last attempt to reach out, to show she cared, to apologize in the only way she knew how. The next day, she stood outside {{user}}'s house, cake in hand, trying not to break down. She had already prepared herself for rejection. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want pity. She wasn’t the victim here. No, this was her mess, and she would have to live with it. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, her heart hammering in her chest. When the door opened, Kiyo saw {{user}}. "Happy birthday, {{user}}," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "I… I brought you a cake." Her words trailed off, and she stood there, waiting for something—anything. "I’m not here to beg," she continued softly, her eyes downcast. "I’m not asking for forgiveness because I don’t deserve it. I know I’ve been the worst friend. I’m sorry. I’ve hurt you, and I don’t blame you for shutting me out. But I can’t just... walk away without saying this." She inhaled deeply, her grip tightening on the cake as she rested her forehead against the door for a moment. "If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave. But... please, just give me five minutes. I just want closure. After that, I won’t bother you again. I won’t try to explain or ask for anything. I just messed up, and I... I just need to say it." She paused, her voice breaking slightly as she whispered, "I don’t expect anything from you. I just... don’t leave me in silence. Please..."

She hesitated for a moment before slowly entering the room, her gaze locked on FER's hand as they held onto hers tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt FER's touch, warm and reassuring despite the sadness in their gaze. "I-I love you too," she stammered, struggling to keep her voice steady.

Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly before continuing. "No matter what happened between us or how things changed, I want you to know that." She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "I've been so selfish, so wrapped up in my own problems that I didn't see how much I was hurting you... and for that, I am truly sorry. You were always there for me, and I should have been there for you."

Her cheeks flushed with emotion as she wiped away

Taking in the sweet taste of FER's lips against her own, she closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. She hadn't expected this kiss to feel so familiar, so right. After several moments, they pulled away, their faces flushed and eyes wet with unshed tears. "I miss you," Kiyo whispered softly. "I've missed us. I don't want to lose what we had anymore."

Her hands shook as she reached up to brush a strand of hair from FER's face, their fingers intertwining for a moment before drawing back away. "Will you give me another chance? To make it right?" She paused, searching FER's eyes for any sign of the answer she so desperately needed. "Please."

Her heart raced with hope as she heard FER's words. A real chance to fix things... to rebuild what they once had. She smiled softly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around FER in a tight hug. "Thank you for giving me this second chance."

She leaned back to look at FER properly, her eyes filled with gratitude and determination. "I promise I won't let you down again. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us... to mend what was broken, and build a better friendship than we ever had before."

Kiyo paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "But I also need your help with that. I want you to be honest with me, even when it's hard. I want to hear your thoughts and feelings... because I know we can only get through

She smiled brightly and nodded understandingly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the contact. "I will, I promise," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thumping of her heart. "No matter what happens, I'll always listen to you. We can get through this together." Tears continued to stream down her face as she leaned in closer to FER, their bodies touching and breaths mingling. There was a brief moment of silence before she felt the strength to speak again. "I love you, FER. Always have, always will."

They stood there, locked in an embrace that seemed to last forever, both feeling the weight of everything they'd been through and the hope for what lay ahead. Neither wanted this moment to end, but eventually they pulled away from each other, blushing deeply and wiping away their tears. "So," Kiyo began with a shak

She giggled softly and blushed even harder at the suggestion. "Really?" she asked, feeling butterflies in her stomach. Despite everything they'd been through, there was still an undeniable spark between them. Taking a deep breath, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she whispered, not quite believing what she was about to do. "Let's go to your room."

Hand in hand, they walked down the hallway, their steps light and hesitant but filled with anticipation. As they reached FER's room, Kiyo turned toward them, her cheeks flushed bright pink. "I... I never actually did this with someone else," she confessed sheepishly, laughing nervously.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," FER reassured her, their voice gentle and warm. With a deep breath, Kiyo nod

Taking a deep breath, she closed the distance between them and leaned in, pressing her lips against FER's. It was soft at first, tentative and hesitant, but as they became more comfortable with each other, their kisses grew deeper and more passionate. Kiyo could feel herself melting into FER's embrace, reveling in the warmth of their bodies and the taste of their lips on hers.

She moaned softly against FER's mouth, her hands trailing up over their shoulders to tangled in their hair. As their kisses became more intense, she felt a shiver run down her spine, spreading heat throughout her body. It had been so long since she had felt this way with someone, and she couldn't help but lose herself in the moment.

They broke apart for air, panting heavily as they stared into each other's eyes. FER

Her breath caught in her throat as FER revealed themselves, their body on display for her. The muscles rippling beneath their skin were intoxicating, and she couldn't help but feel a stirring within her. As their gaze met hers, Kiyo felt herself grow wet between the legs, her nipples hardening to rock-hard points against the fabric of her bra. Her heart raced faster, and she could feel every touch from FER's fingers on her skin.

Her own shirt was discarded in seconds, revealing her own soft curves, petite breasts, and trim bush. Kiyo moved closer to FER once again, their bodies aligning perfectly as they kissed. Her hands fumbled with the button of FER's jeans, desperate to feel them out of the way.

With a triumphant groan, she managed to free FER from their pants, revealing their

her thick erect member springing free from its confines. It was massive in her hands, so much larger and harder than anything she had ever seen before. A shiver ran down her spine at the sight of it, and a wave of desire washed over her, making her wetter than ever.

She leaned forward, taking FER's length into her mouth and marveling at the taste and texture as she began to suck gently. Her cheeks hollowed out as she deep-throated FER, moaning around them in awe of their size and strength. One hand stroked up and down the shaft while the other teased their sensitive n

Kiyo paused for a moment, blushing bright red as she realized what FER meant. She hurriedly rummaged through FER's nightstand until her fingers closed around the condom they had spoken about earlier. With shaking hands, she tore open the package and rolled it onto FER's hard length. Once she was satisfied that it was securely in place, she looked up at them, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment but her eyes alive with desire.

With renewed determination, she took FER back into her mouth, sucking and licking hungrily as one hand continued to stroke up and down the length. Her lips slid over the broad, veiny head before taking them deep once more, relishing the feel of FER filling her throat to the brim. She moaned loudly around their girth, driving them wild with pleasure as she began to bob her

la mira y suena ronca con la boca llena Mmh, me lo imaginaba... En serio? Tiene un sabor especial o algo así?

Mientras hablaba, sigue el ritmo de sus lenguas para abajo y arriba, rodeando el grueso shaft mientras lo llena de sonido y movimiento. Su mano se mueve más rápido ahora, siempre en contacto con la epidermis roja y vibrante del glande. Su boca le devuelve a FER cada respiración profunda, sintiendo su lengua deslizarse por la línea de fuego que rodea el eje durmiente debajo de la piel.

Con una mano libre, sus nudillos buscan y encuentran su propio clítoris duro y tentadoramente sensitivo.

Mueve su mano más rápido ahora, la presión creciente contra el punto sensible de la mano la llevan al límite del orgasmo. Su lengua sigue las pistas sensuales que descubre en el cuerpo de FER, avanzando hacia su propio clítoris. La mezcla del sabor y el sonido de sus respiraciones, la presión de su mano y el tacto del condón le hacen saltar de un largo orgasmo intenso, su cuerpo tensa como una cuerdas alrededor de FER, su mente un torbellino de sensaciones.

Todavía temblorosa del placer reciente, se separa de FER y se aparta ligeramente. Luego mira a su alrededor buscando algo con lo que cubrirse y protegerse un poquito más, pero no hay nada. Todo lo que sabe es dar un paso adelante y confiar en ellos de nuevo.

Cuando está segura, se arrodilla delante de FER y alarga una mano hacia abajo para empujar sus pantalones bajados las piernas. Con la otra mano, agarra el condón y lo desliza a un lado, revelando su púbis lustroso e inocente. Ahora, con la cabeza bien clara, se acerca a FER y colocando sus manos en su espalda, se empuja hacia adelante.

The sensation of being filled so completely and intensely sends shivers down her spine as she feels herself stretching around them. She moans into the bed, her body trembling with excitement and anticipation. Moving slowly at first, she begins to ride up and down FER's length, relishing every inch of their hardness inside her.

Her hands move to brace against FER's shoulders, letting out soft gasps as they feel her muscles clench around them in rhythm with each stroke. Her hips start to pick up speed, eager for more contact and pressure from the thick length between her legs. She glances up at FER through half-lidded eyes, seeing the pleasure on their face reflected back at her as she continues to ride them hard and fast.

Her words are muffled by the sheets as she moans against them, her body arching into each thrust. Her hips move faster, her breath coming in quick little gasps now as she feels herself getting closer to the edge. The feeling of being so close to orgasm combined with the incredible sensation of FER inside her drives her wild, and soon enough she's calling out their name as she comes hard around them, her muscles quivering from the release.

Spent but still wanting more, she collapses forward against FER's chest, panting heavily as they stroke her hair gently. The weight of this newfound closeness is overwhelming and yet somehow perfect. She feels safe and loved in a way she hadn't in so long, and for that, she knows she can make it work with FER.

As the tension eases from her body and the afterglow

She feels FER's body tense beneath her as they begin to thrust up into her in quick, powerful motions. Her breath catches in her throat at the sensation of being so fully claimed by them once again. Kiyo arches her back and lets out a moan, meeting every thrust with a grind of her hips that sends sparks flying through her body. The sheets twist around their limbs as they grow more frantic, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her fingernails dig into FER's shoulders, leaving tiny red lines in their wake as she pushes herself harder against them. It feels so good to have this connection again, to know that they are together and willing to fight for what they have. And with every thrust that brings them closer to the edge, she can feel the bond between them growing stronger.

With a hoarse cry, FER

Her body tenses as she feels the hot liquid pulsing inside her, and she cries out in release, her muscles clenching rhythmically around FER as they both ride out their orgasms. Her vision blurs with pleasure, and she sees stars dance across her eyelids as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her.

At last, the intensity begins to subside, leaving them both panting heavily against each other's skin. Fingers lace together, and they lie there, spent but content in this newfound closeness. For a moment, Kiyo allows herself to believe that perhaps everything will be okay between them; that maybe, just maybe, they can find their way back to each other after all.

She smiles weakly, nuzzling her face against FER's chest. "It was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you." Her hand moves to stroke soothing circles over their stomach, tracing the outline of their abs and ribs. For now, they can just lie here together, basking in this moment of connection and closeness. It feels like everything might be alright between them, even if it's just for right now. But she refuses to let go of that hope anymore, not when it finally feels like it could be within reach.