He nods, adjusting back on his chair, his calloused hands join over his cock in an attempt to hide the aching boner growing in his boxer.

He always tend to get lost in the thoughts of feeling your hole clench and spasm around his length.

Denial and fight is his daily routine around you, he just can’t resist you but you’re just friends, best friends at most, right.. ?

God, if only you knew how hard he tries to fight the urge to moan your name when you’re on a call with him. Because yes, you spend your whole life together, it’s all the more hard to think about anything else but you.

He loves listening to your voice but it’s so hard to contain himself for so long that barely even ten minutes after you get on the call, he mutes himself. Lowering his sweatpants and boxer, his cock twitching in his hand when you sigh or innocently whine about your day.

If only he could have at least a taste of you, his gaze eating you up from the moment they leave your eyes and roam over the sight of you. You and the way you speak, while your whole body explains every senses that were awakened when the story happened.

How your lips curl into syllables through your speech, your neck looking oh-so markable along the way your adam’s apple moves when you gulp down the saliva all those words have been building. All that saliva that should be dripping down your chin as he fills your sweet talkative mouth up.

It’s not his fault if your clothes tighten so well around your curves, it shows everything yet not enough of what he needs to see. His heart screaming to rip everything off you and taste you.. and feel you.. and.. fill you.

“Hey, are you okay ? your pant’s wet..”

Maybe staring at you for too long wasn’t a good idea, he knows. But who could’ve believed he could cum just by looking at your sweet and lovely figure..

— CHŌSO caleb Gale Jinshi ARMIN kyo BOKUTO —

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One of your legs rested on the table you were sitting at, you hummed and threw your head back as your boyfriend slowly licked long strips up and down the length of your cunt, he grunted as your opening squeezed around nothing and your clit throbbed against his tongue, “Kyo, it’s good like this” you whined and grabbed your breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples, he looked up at you and smirked as his slowly licked down until his throat pressed firmly against your tight ring, you whined and reached a hand down as you began rubbing your clit as he slipped his tongue in and out of your ass, “oh fuck… that’s too much” you moaned and felt your body begin to seize up, your legs tried to close on his head as your fingers moved in an uneven pace.

Kyo grunted as you came, he slowly pulled back and lifted you off the chair before pressing you down onto the desk, he opened his pants and reached for the condom next to you, he however didn’t slide it on and instead began tracing his fingers over your puckered hole, he pressed his finger in and out, his movements were slow and steady, he worked one finger in you slowly moving it deeper with each thrust before switching to lightly pressed two finger tips into you once he reached the knuckle on his middle finger, he continued this until his two fingers were pressed fully into you, you moaned and begged for more but Kyo only hummed and pulled back before you watched the wrapper of the condom drop on the table next to you, you readied yourself but only felt him pressing a third finger in before he pressed his tip to your dripping cunt.

You whined and felt Kyo’s tip stretching you, “I thought you were going to take me in the back…” you moaned as he slide all the way in and pressed his finger in fully, scissoring and rolling them as he stretched both your holes, he groaned and wrapped his other arm around you and gently pressed his finger against your throbbing clit, “I am, just gotta get it wetter for you” he sighed as he rolled his hips quickly, he moved hard and fast working you to an orgasm, you moaned and desperately rolled back into his as you felt your walls clamp around him, sucking him in completely, “oh fuck… yes” you cried out at you came for a second time both your holes squeezing Kyo tight as you released hard, he hummed and pulled out of you slowly watching the way your pussy leaked all over his thickness, “your so wet and desperate to get dicked down, your dripping everywhere” he chuckled and smacked his cock against your ass hole.

Kyo guided your hands to your ass and had to spread yourself wide open, he hummed for you to relax as he rubbed his tip over your tight hole, rubbing your wetness all over it and causing you to moan, he groaned loudly as his tip pressed into you, your tight hot wall struggling to stretch over his girthy length, he watched your hole swallow him and try pull him in deeper, “you are something else… so tight and ready for me” he hummed as he grabbed both your arms and pulled them together, holding them in on hand as the other hand lifted your leg onto the desk before he slowly traced his fingers up to your cunt, he slipped his fingers inside you as he continued thrust quickly.

You rested your face on the desk as your mouth hung open and you moaned out loudly, Kyo working you towards an orgasm as he watched your body take him so well, “you take me so well… so willing to please me” he smiled as both your holes squeezed him, his fingers and his cock, he groaned as he halted his movements and felt his cock throb as he began cumming deep inside you, he pulls his fingers from your cunt and licked your cum off them, “so sweet… like a nice little treat” he sighed and slowly pulled out of your ass before he cleared himself off and hoisted you up into his arms, “I’m tired now…” you whispered and you hugged him, Kyo walked into the bathroom and prepared a bath for you.

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Day 27 - Toga Himiko:Nibbling.

over video call, you’re halfway through a game of 20 questions with YUKI when you ask him, “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for $700 or me for only ten bucks?” and you don’t expect him to already come up with an answer in an instant. “normally,” he says with emphasis, pausing for a second before he continues, “i’d kiss you.” you immediately feel your eyes turn into saucers. “what do you mean ‘normally’?!” yuki cracks up but he doesn’t relent, “i’m in college. i would need the money.” “i’m actually gonna break up with you.” he laughs harder at the empty threat before schooling his features as if to appease you, “you know you’re the most beautiful girl to me. i’d kiss you for 700 dollars.” “nice save.”

minutes have passed since you asked HATSUHARU your question yet all you’ve gotten from him so far is the blank expression on his face—he seems to be pondering over it as he stares into the distance. “so…” you speak, easing him out of his thoughts, “what’s your answer?” he then looks you in the eye and says, “i’d kiss you.” at the tip of your tongue sits a teasing comment in an attempt to dare hatsuharu to name someone prettier than you but he cuts you off with a kiss, his lips on yours, immediately wiping the smirk off your face. when he eventually pulls away, his expression is still as neutral as ever. “that’s ten dollars.” bastard.

Who believed in forever. But, reality hits hard. Promises are tricky. At first, feeling became something solid—like they're meant individually. But the truth?... it doesn't always hold. One lie is all it takes. Everything starts slipping. Texts don’t get answered. Eye contact disappears. Conversations turn short and cold. And suddenly, the people she cared for would never hurt her… but do. Slowly, things took a turn—getting messy. Friendships fell apart. People change. Feelings twist into something ugly and confusing. And the worst part? Y/n still remember how things used to be. Still remember what they said—what they promised. And even when she is trying to move on, it sticks. The words. The memories. The feeling of being left behind. Yet still, Y/n held onto one single promise he made. Stupid. Was what she thought at first.

“…You don’t have to handle everything by yourself. I’m here, okay? I’m not leaving you.”

Kyo said he’d never leave her. Said he’d always be there, no matter what. Through every fight, every bad day, every stupid mistake. His exact words? “I’m not going anywhere.” And the worst part was… she believed Kyo. She actually believed him. Now, the hallway was quiet. The lights were off. His shoes weren’t at the door. And his jacket—the one he always forgot to hang up—was gone too. Not a trace of Kyo was left in the apartment except for the dent in the couch where he always sat, and a half-empty bottle of that stupid cologne she hated but sprayed on her hoodie anyway. Just to feel like he was still around. Her fingers tightened around the phone. She’d read the last message at least fifty times. "Sorry." That was it. One word. No explanation. No goodbye. Just that. And everything he ever promised? That was a lie.

Y/n couldn’t explain when things started to fall apart. There wasn’t a single moment she could point at and say, “That’s when everything changed.” It just… happened. Quietly. Like the slow drip of a leaking faucet that no one notices until the floor’s already soaked. Her parents left first. No warning, no fight, no last goodbye. Just silence. Then came Kyo—her Kyo—walking out of the apartment they used to call home. The same one she kept clean, decorated, made warm. She stayed. He didn’t. But even after all that, she didn’t blame them. She didn’t scream, didn’t curse, didn’t tear up a photo, or throw things at the wall. Not once did she say it was their fault. Not even when everything they left behind—memories, mess, emptiness—started to crush her. Even when the things that happened weren’t her fault, she still carried the weight like it was. Because that’s what she did. She took it. All of it.

"Why? Why is everyone leaving me?" The words slipped out before she could stop them, barely louder than a whisper, like maybe if she said it quiet enough, it wouldn’t sound so pathetic. Her voice cracked halfway through, but no one was around to hear it anyway. She was sitting on the floor now. Cold tiles pressed against her legs, the apartment darker than usual. She hadn’t turned on the lights when she came home. Didn’t feel like pretending the place was still alive. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket she’d dragged from the couch—Kyo’s favorite one. The stupid, orange one he always wrapped around himself when they watched movies. She used to joke, and it smelled like him. Now, it didn’t smell like anything. It was the only thing that hadn’t left her. And even that felt temporary. Her chest ached. Not in the way people say when they’re being dramatic. It actually hurt, like something sharp was stuck behind her ribs, pressing harder every time she breathed. Like her body knew she was alone before her mind had caught up. She buried her face into the blanket. "Why do they always leave?" No answer. Just silence. Again.

Y/n didn’t remember falling asleep. Just the weight in her chest, the way her face was pressed against that old blanket, and how her fingers wouldn’t stop shaking even in her sleep. When she opened her eyes, the room was still dark. Still cold. Still empty. The kind of empty that felt louder than anything else. She sat up slowly, her neck stiff, her legs numb from being curled up on the hard floor all night. She looked around, hoping—just for a second—that maybe this was all a nightmare. That maybe she’d hear Kyo humming in the kitchen, or her mom’s voice calling her name, like nothing had ever happened. But the silence stayed. Same cracked ceiling. Same coffee mug still sitting by the sink. Same shoes by the door that didn’t belong to anyone anymore. Nothing had changed. She stood, dragging the blanket with her, and walked over to the small table in the kitchen. Her notebook was still there. The one she used to write in when her head got too loud and Kyo wasn’t around to calm her down. She sat. Stared at the blank page. Her eyes burned, throat tightening, like something wanted to come out—but nothing did. She picked up the pen anyway. Her hand trembled. She didn’t write a poem.

it was a calm spring day, the trees were blossoming and the air was crisp. you were cleaning in the kitchen and humming along to a song playing on the radio. your mind was going elsewhere and thinking of your life. it had been almost 3 years since you moved in with kyo. it really didn't feel like that long. everyday that passed was cherished and your heart was full. you were grateful and loved him more than anyone in your life. you never expected to be with kyo. to be cared for and cherished without doubt. to feel held even when you were apart from one another. he never judged you or put you down. he did so much for you without even knowing it. he would wake up before you and just watch you sleep. he would walk up behind you while you were cooking dinner and wrap his arms around your waist. whisper sweet nothings, things he would never say aloud. he gave this look when you told him about your day, a look that made you feel safe and at home. it was such a foreign feeling, to be loved. you thought of your life before meeting the soma family and you shivered. your life before him. goosebumps appeared on your skin.

" you're a liar and a bitch! i could never love you. you aren't my daughter, i dont know you. disgusting child. no one will ever love you. "

the memory flashed in your head. that voice crystal clear and replaying over and over. your stomach felt sick and your body froze. so many years went by and you were stuck hearing things like that. no one saved you or seemed to care so you must've deserved it. you felt small and scared, the memories all rushing to you at once. so much progress had been made, but you kept going back to square one. your hands felt like jelly and the plate you were holding fell to the floor with a crash. surprised, you snapped out of your daydream. you crouched and hid your face in your knees, sobbing and screaming. so many emotions came over you in such a short amount of time. hurt and wounded from the pain your parents put you though. it haunted you and never truly went away. you wanted your boyfriend. you needed kyo right now. where was he? you couldn't remember and you felt frightened and alone.

" kyo... " you whimpered his name out. the air around you felt like it was thick and heavy. suffocating. your breathing was quick and your head felt light. you heard something thud and footsteps come toward you.

" y/n! " kyo's voice. your boyfriend was home. he rushed to your side and pushed your legs down and away from your chest. he lifted your face to meet his and your tears welled up again. you started to sob and mumble incoherently. you looked like a child to soma and he pulled you into his chest. petting your soft hair and speaking in a gentle voice.

" its okay, i'm here now. i've got you baby, "

you clung to him and started to calm down. his heartbeat was loud in his chest and it grounded you. the smell of his shirt mixed with his own scent. he took deep breaths, hoping you would match his rythym. kyo rested his cheek on your head, softly he hummed along to the radio. you were so exhausted you weren't even thinking about anything anymore. just being in your boyfriend's presence relaxed you. he took over all your thoughts. you felt better when he was around, protected and safe.

" thank you kyo, " you mumbled. he rubbed a hand on your back, it was soothing. he waited a little longer before parting to help you up. he held you again while you stood. your arms wrapped around his torso and you buried your face in his chest. soma kissed your head.

" do you...wanna talk about it? " he hesitated, but knew he would at least offer. you looked up to him and shook your head.

" just wanna cuddle. please? " you asked, swallowing dryly. kyo nodded and moved your bodies so you were behind him. you looked down to the porcelain scattered across the kitchen floor. fuck, you remembered.

" i'll clean this up, go on to the bedroom okay? i'll be right there with you. " he reassured you. before you could even argue he shooed you off. you sulked to your room and changed into some soft sweats and a tshirt. you turned on your mood lighting and curled up under the covers. your eyes fluttered shut as you waited for your love. he got into bed beside you and held you close. petting your hair, rubbing his hand along your back and arm. you felt yourself drifting to sleep, not wanting to sleep but you needed it.

" m'love you...sleepy. " you mumbled into your boyfriend's chest. he smiled and kissed your head.

" i love you so much . " he spoke softly, his voice low. you two stayed like that for a few hours, napping into the evening. when you woke up you were back to your usual temperament, annoyed at kyo for letting you nap instead of starting on dinner. he laughed at your puffy face from sleeping, you couldn't help but smile. you leaned in and kissed his lips. he held your lower back, humming against the kiss. you felt at peace with your lover and couldn't ask for more.

“Come on, what are you getting so worked up about? It's nothing.”

Kyo maybe thought so. To you, that was far from the case. The tangerine haired boy left you a sobbing mess whenever he did this.

It was foolishness that had landed you in this twisted dynamic. A childish belief that maybe the toughest member this side of the Sohma family would soften up to someone like you.

Why did you ever think that?

Attempting to build a loving relationship with him had seemed like a great idea at the time. Through affection you thought you could fill the void that haunted him, help him feel accepted, finally.

Selfless as it was, you couldn't foresee how grave a mistake you were actually making.

“[Y/N]...you're never going to leave me, right?”

The night he came crawling out of his room into the hallway and latched onto your leg like some vengeful ghost had solidified it for you. Kyo was not in the right state of mind for something like this. To him, you were more than just a girlfriend.

You were something he wanted to dig his claws into and tear apart if you ever even thought about leaving him. Someone as precious as you deserved to be treated right, no? How could any other man love you like he could? It was just impossible.

“Right!?”

Refusing to answer him was always the worst path you could choose. Based on his brutal fights with Yuki it was already very obvious just how much of a terror Kyo could turn into when he was angry.

Yet you never once thought he would turn that against you, until the moment it actually happened. Your refusal to tell him 'I love you' for the millionth time in one evening was enough to set him off, and his hand gashed your cheek, his body clambering on top of yours just to keep you pinned while he screamed in your face:

“JUST SAY 'I LOVE YOU'! WHAT'S SO FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT THAT!?”

All you could do was tremble in shock and fear, too scared to do anything else. At least his fury subsided, but in its place was that delirious self again. One which touched your open wound and cooed patronizingly about it. He treated your tears like they were a nuisance, like you were crying for no good reason at all, despite being the sole source of all your pain in that moment.

It was like a switch flipped and he went from caring far too much, to simply denying everything around him. You could bet he'd even claim that you deserved it.

“See? It's not so bad.”

He grinned from ear to ear, and all you saw were fangs.

“It's just a scratch.”