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fervidgrey · 4 days ago

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Heavy In Your Arms

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Notes: This fic is Togame Jo-centric, not a huge fan of Choji so fans beware- Choji stays crazy, there will be original characters sprinkled in as needed, MC is on the thicker side (i've left this open to interpretation) Jo is nearly 200lbs he can handle some thicc thighs.

Fic wide TW: Aged Up Characters, No Characters Below 18, No Use of Y/N, Reader’s Body is MOSTLY Open to Interpretation- but leans thicc, Unhealthy Coping Skills, People Pleaser- Reader Has Some Spine, Established Family Dynamics, Unhealthy Relationship, Praise Kink, Light BDSM, Exhibition, Dead Dove: Read Warnings!, Graphic Depictions of Gang Violence, Sexual Content, Sexual Assault, Drug Use, Threats of Vilolence, Graphic Depictions of Torture, Xenophobia, Mentions of Drugs, Graphic Depictions of Drug Use, AU- Cannon Divergence.

Please do not read if this would harm you in any way, your mental health comes first!

Book: Heavy in Your Arms

Chapter: 6, And he took me to the river

Chapter TW: There will be smut that includes: popping of the cherry, fingers, exhibitionism, genital snacking, major man handling, spanking, unprotected sex, creampies. I think that is it…anyways ye have been warned!

Word Count: 20,000~ (A really cute beta did some betaing but, we still die like men.)

It was 7AM which wasn’t particularly interesting but it was 2 hours before you needed to log on to your online class. That was just enough time to grab food, do a chore or two, and have Kaoru come over so you could call Kotoha. Your bottom lip sat between your teeth as you stared at the text messages from Kotoha. All of them tugging so hard on your heart, the guilt making it difficult to not cry.

“Hey, did something happen? Hiragi is freaking out!”

“What is going on, Hiragi is talking about Shishitoren, are you okay?”

“Call me as soon as you can!”

“Just let me know you are safe!”

“Please tell me you are safe!”

“I am going to come over and check on you! Hiragi gave me your aunt's address.”

“I am here, are you home?”

“Please call me.”

“We are friends no matter what, ok?”

“I’m here for you if you need anything.”

All her texts were left unanswered. You stare at your phone, your heart heavy as you reread through Kotoha's increasingly worried messages. The guilt gnaws at you, knowing how concerned she must have been- it was. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, desperate to reassure her that you're okay, but Togame's instructions echo in your mind.

With a frustrated sigh, you set your phone aside and get out of bed. It was too early to call Kaoru, so the best bet was to work on food and some chores. As you go through your morning routine, your thoughts keep drifting back to Kotoha and Toma. The memory of Toma's hurt expression in the tunnel keeps a dull throb in your chest, and a small headache in your temples.

With a quick temple rub you walk toward the kitchen. Your aunt is already in the kitchen, but only the smell of fresh brewed tea. For a moment you think about making pancakes but the thought brings a new wave of sorrow. Coffee never let you down before, and today was no different.

"Good morning," you say, forcing a dull smile to your face. Your aunt turns, eyeing you critically.

"You're up early. Couldn't sleep?" She replies. For a moment you want to yell, ask her to comfort you in this moment but like all the other times in life, you go silent, pushing your thoughts down.

You shrug, trying to keep your voice relaxed. "Just woke up early, I guess." You pull out the supplies needed to make yourself a cup of coffee, avoiding your aunt's searching gaze. With a small sigh you flip the kettle’s boil button then proceed to stare at nothing.

"Mm-hmm," she hums, clearly unconvinced but turns on her heels, trotting back to her favorite chair and TV. You watch as she flips through different channels, settling on the local news station rambling about the weather and uv index for the day. Your mind starts to disconnect from the body, sending you far from your aunt's little house- you’re staring at a meadow with a small cottage wanting to go in and not come out. A small beep brings you back to kitchen water fully boiled and ready for a pour over coffee.

Fresh coffee in hand you slowly walk back to your room. Mind still weighed down by everything. You take a moment to look over your room, it was a lot messier than you remembered. Small things like a book pulled out of place when you hadn’t recalled touching it in some time. You place your coffee on your desk before turning back to your room. No way you were going to have Kaoru over without picking up.

First you picked up your closet, shifting clothes around a bit, fitting the stuff from your shopping bags into the clothes. You quirk an eyebrow at the suitcases at the bottom of the closet, they looked shifted, like you had rolled them forward somehow. With an annoyed sigh you pushed them back further, letting your longer clothing fall forward. Clearly in your haze of boy, and family trouble to let your room fall apart.

Turning back to your bed you fix it up, making sure to fluff your pillows. You frowned, your cat plushie Mimao was not in the corner of your bed near the wall- as he always was. Your head tilts in confusion, for a moment you pondered if your aunt was coming into your room while you were out. You shifted all the blankets, removed the pillows but didn’t see him.

You shift to your knees to get a look under your bed. You frown, he was there which was a relief but how he got there made no sense. With a huff you got down on your belly and stretched to reach him. Upon standing back up you look over the plush wondering if you were dealing with an Arrietty situation. Since you didn’t have an explanation you chalk it up to throwing him off in your sleep and then kicking him under your bed in the morning without noticing- somehow. With a small smile you place Mimao in the middle of your freshly made bed before seeking out your coffee.

A chime from your phone catches your attention. You got a text from Kaoru: “Togame said you needed something?” A frown forms, while it was true, it was starting to worry you how often Togame was going to send Kauro over, would he visit less? You grumble unintelligible words while walking to the front door. Grabbing a pair of slip on outdoor shoes, you shimmy then on outside the entryway, readying your next text.

“Yeah you can come over now” you text back as your shoes click into place. The walk from the Orion was only a few minutes and you wanted to make sure Kauro took off his jacket before coming inside, your auntie figuring out you were dating a yakuza was the last thing you needed.

While musing on that thought you heard a ping. Looking at your phone made you confused, there was no new message. Looking around you realized it had to come from somewhere else. Ever curious you open the gate to your courtyard entrance, peering out you see the familiar Kauro leaning against the courtyard wall.

“What are you doing here already?” you ask, Kaoru looked up from his phone, giving you a small smile.

"Good morning. I was already in the area, so I figured I'd wait nearby in case you needed anything." You blink, surprised by his presence- and slightly put off. "Oh. Um, thanks. I was actually just texting you to come over."

Kaoru nods, straightening up. "Togame-sama mentioned you might want to make a call this morning. I'm here to supervise, as requested." His tone didn’t sound sarcastic but it felt agitating regardless.

You bite your lip, trying not to let your frustration show. The idea of needing supervision for a simple phone call still irks you, but you know arguing won't change anything at this point.

"Right," you say, forcing a smile. "Well, come in then. But, um, could you maybe take off your jacket first? I don't want my aunt asking questions."

Kaoru slows his movement, clearly not interested in removing his jacket. You frown for a moment, thinking it was going to become a fight. But he nods and slips the jersey from his shoulders then rolls it up and sets it gently on a bench in your courtyard.

You lead Kaoru inside, quietly closing the front door behind you. Your aunt calls out from the living room, "Who's here?" How was she even able to notice people from that far away?

"Just a new friend, Auntie!" you reply, hoping she won't press further. “He is going to help with my studies in my room for a bit." Your aunt hums in acknowledgment, and you breathe a small sigh of relief as you guide Kaoru to your bedroom. Once inside, you close the door and turn to face him.

"So, how does this work exactly?" you ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "Do you need to listen in on the call or...?"

Kaoru shakes his head. "I just need to be present. I won't listen in unless necessary. But I will need to report the general content of the conversation to Togame-san."

You nod, trying to quell the raging urge to be sick in your stomach. You motion to your desk from him to sit down. Kaoru sits at your desk, his posture seemed relaxed but somehow stone-like. You settle onto your bed with a huff, phone in hand, your nerves making your fingers tremble slightly as you pull up Kotoha's contact information. This was what you wanted, to speak with Kotoha, but this felt awful.

"Okay," you say softly, more to yourself than to Kaoru. "Here goes...everything" You hit the call button, your heart pounding as the phone rings. On the third ring, Kotoha picks up.

"Hello?" Her voice is cautious, uncertain.

"Kotoha," you breathe, relief washing over you at the sound of her voice. "It's me." you felt stupid saying that but struggled to find something normal to say.

"Oh my god," Kotoha exclaims, her voice a mix of relief and concern. "Are you okay? What happened? We've all been so worried!" You swallow hard, very aware of Kaoru's presence in the room. "I'm fine, just a bit shaken up.” you admit.

“Why what happened?! Did you get hurt!?” She nearly shouted into your ear. For a moment you wondered how much your cousin had told everyone. How much did any of them say? You didn’t think you could find the energy to talk about the moment in the tunnel, even to Kotoha.

“No, I didn’t get hurt-” You pause, guilt filling you. “I just wasn’t ready for everyone to find out about Togame- like that anyways.”

There's a pause on the other end of the line. When Kotoha speaks again, her voice is softer, filled with hesitation. "Toma told us what happened. About Togame being in Shishitoren. Is it true?"

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. "Yes, it's true. I... I didn't know at first. By the time I found out, things were already..." you trail off, unsure how to explain.

"Okay." Kotoha says quietly. "And now? Are you okay? Are you safe?"

You glance at Kaoru, who is studiously looking away, giving you the illusion of privacy. "I'm safe," you assure her. "Togame, he... he's just worried about me.” it was a poor offering, but it was all you had to give her.

Kotoha is quiet for another moment- rustling making it sound like she switched ears she was using. When she spoke again, her tone sounded vexed. "Worried about you? What do you mean?"

You chew on your upper lip, trying to figure out how to explain without saying too much. "It's complicated. With everything that happened, he's just being cautious. Making sure I'm protected."

"Protected from what?" Kotoha asks, her tone sharpening. "From us? Your friends and family?"

You wince at the hurt in her voice. "No, it's not like that. It's just... there are things I don't fully understand yet. About Shishitoren and Bofurin. Togame says-" You trail off completely as your eyes connect with Kauro who is gripping the side of your desk a bit tightly

"What does he say?" Kotoha echoes back, now with a touch of mockery in the undertone of her question. But you don’t get time to respond, she explodes- her words sounding choked. "This all sounds insane, you know that right? Hiragi said you have a guard now, like a prisoner!" a small sniff nearly sent you to tears.

With a racing heart you formed your words carefully. You wanted to defend Togame and acknowledge Kotoha's valid concerns. "It's not like that," you slowly insist, though your voice lacks conviction. "I promise." another weak offering to your rightfully upset friend.

"Will you promise to tell me if you need help?" Kotoha presses. "Just say anything, say scarf, and I’ll make Bofurin storm their shitty hideout. Promise me, please!" She begged.

You close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed. "Okay." You glance at Kaoru again, who is now texting on his phone, making goosebumps form along your spine. "You know, we need to go shopping again soon." You say randomly, trying to break the tension forming on both sides of your phone.

Kotoha is quiet for a moment. When she speaks again, her voice is soft, almost pleading. "We're worried about you. Hiragi is devastated. He thinks he's lost you.”

You feel tears pricking at your eyes at the mention of Toma. "I know," you say softly. "I never meant to hurt him. Or any of you. I just..." you trail off, unsure how to explain the complicated tangle of emotions you're feeling.

"You just what?" Kotoha prompts gently.

You take a shaky breath. "I care about Togame. I know it's complicated and messy, but I do. And I made a choice." Even as you say the words, you feel a twinge of doubt. Did you really choose, or did you just let yourself get swept away?

The silence makes you look at your phone to double check she didn’t hang up. When she does speak again, her voice is careful and measured- like her brother. "I understand that you care about him. But are you sure this is what you want? All of this... control and isolation?"

You bite your lip not able to speak right away, no it wasn’t, but being with him felt so good. Everything made sense when you were with him, nothing felt out of control when he held you.

"I don't know," you admit quietly. "It all happened so fast. But Togame, he makes me feel..." You trail off, struggling to find the right words.

"Feel what?" Kotoha asks clearly trying to understand you.

"Safe," you whisper. "Wanted. Like I matter." Even as you say the words, you feel a twinge of guilt. Didn't your friends and family make you feel that way too?

Kotoha sighs softly. "You matter. To all of us. We want to make sure you're okay."

You nod, even though she can't see you. "I know. And I appreciate that. I really do. It's just different." You pause, glancing at Kaoru who is still texting. "Listen, I should probably go. But can we talk again soon?"

"Of course, please text me back, and just say scarf if something goes wrong, okay?”

“Okay, I will.” You promise, meaning it fully.

You end the call with Kotoha, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. Relief at finally speaking to your friend, guilt over the worry you've caused, and a lingering unease about your entire situation.

Kaoru clears his throat softly, reminding you of his presence. "Everything okay?" he asks, his tone neutral.

You shake your head no, but force a smile. "Not really, but it was nice to talk to her." You wanted a hug from Kotoha, to feel like you didn’t just push a friend away.

Kaoru studies your face for a moment before speaking. "I need to report back to Togame-san about the call. Is there anything specific you want me to tell him?" The look on his face made you relax, it wasn’t a full offer to be on your side, but something told you he was.

You hesitate, unsure how much to ask. "Just... that we talked. That I reassured her I'm safe." You pause thinking over your options. "And maybe... that I'd like to see her in person soon. And my cousin, he wants to see me soon. "

Kaoru nods, his expression softening slightly. "I'll pass that along to Togame-san." He stands up, smoothing out his shirt. "Is there anything else you need before I go?"

You shake your head, feeling drained from the emotional phone call. "No, thank you Kaoru."

As he turns to leave, a thought occurs to you. "Actually, wait," you call out. Kaoru pauses, looking back at you expectantly.

"Could you... could you ask Togame when I'll see him next?" You hate how needy you sound, but you can't help the longing that is welling up inside you.

Kaoru's expression is unreadable as he stares for several seconds. "You don’t need to ask, just call him, or go to Orion. If he is busy you’ll just be asked to wait."

You stare at Kaoru, surprised by his response. "Wait, I can just... go to Orion? Whenever?" The idea seemed almost too simple. How could you just walk into a yakuza building? Weren’t there rules about visitors? What if you stumbled into something you weren’t supposed to see? Every American mafia movie told you walking into a gang’s den was certain death.

Kaoru nods, his expression starting to show confusion. "Of course. You're Togame-sama's..." he paused, seemingly searching for the right word. "Partner. You have access to the building." The word 'partner' makes your brain freeze. Is that what he called you around others? Partner?

"Oh," you say softly. "I didn't realize." There was a lot you hadn’t realized, like people seeing you two as a couple, or if you were even a couple yet. The thought lingered in your mind, what were you supposed to say? So far you had told friends, and family you belonged to him but you didn’t even know what he thought outside that, no wonder they were concerned.

Kaoru's expression softens slightly. "Togame-san values you highly. He wouldn't restrict your access to him." He pauses, then adds, "Though it's best to let me know if you're planning to go, so I can escort you."

You nod, taking in everything he said. Part of you is relieved to know you can see Togame whenever you like. You glance at your clock for a moment noticing you had class in an hour. Your lips purse as you think about how to proceed. You wanted to see him today if he wasn’t busy.

“Well, I have class soon, then I would like to go to the Orion. Would you care to stay, or leave for an hour and a half?”

Kaoru considers your question for a moment before responding. "I can wait outside if you prefer. Or I can return in an hour and a half to escort you to Orion Stars. Which would you prefer?"

You falter, wondering if you was asking too much. Having Kaoru wait outside feels a bit callous, but you're also eager to see Togame as soon as possible after your class. You settle on asking him to stay, and seeing if he was okay waiting inside.

"If it's not too much trouble, would you mind waiting?" you ask hesitantly. "That way we can leave right after my class ends."

Kaoru nods, his expression neutral. "Of course. I'll wait in the courtyard." He moves towards the door, then pauses.

You shake your head. "No, Kaoru, you can wait here if you like. It’s no trouble."

Kaoru hesitates for a moment, then nods. "If you're sure it won't be a disturbance."

You shake your head, forcing a small smile. "Not at all. Make yourself comfortable." You gesture to the desk chair. "I'll just be on my laptop with headphones, so you won't bother me."

As Kaoru settles into the chair, you set up your laptop for class. An awkward silence falls over the room as you wait for your class to start. You can feel Kaoru's presence acutely, a constant reminder of how much your life has changed in such a short time.

As your professor's voice drones on through your headphones, you find it increasingly difficult to focus on the lecture. Your mind keeps drifting to Togame, to the conflicting emotions swirling inside you. Part of you aches to see him, to feel his strong arms around you, reassuring you that everything will be okay. But another part can't shake the doubt planted by Kotoha's concerned words.

You glance over at Kaoru, who sits quietly at your desk, absorbed in something on his phone. His presence is both comforting and unsettling - you take a moment to think about being his friend- would he ever defend you like Kotoha did? You wonder what he thinks of all this, if he sees you as just another obligation in his job or if he even understands the turmoil you're going through- or cares.

You're jolted from your thoughts by a question from your professor posed about philosophy. Scrambling to focus, you realize you've missed a significant portion of the lecture. With a frustrated sigh, you try to tune back in, but your mind keeps drifting again. You were thankful in these moments it was all recorded so you could go back and rewatch while doing the assessments and readings.

After the class finally ends, you close your laptop with a deep sigh. The work assigned was small and you could get that done easily before Friday. As you close your laptop, Kaoru looks up from his phone. "All finished?" he asks politely.

You nod, stretching your arms above your head. "Yeah, finally. Thanks for waiting."

Kaoru stands, smoothing out his shirt. "Of course. Ready to head to Orion Stars now?"

Nervousness flutters in your stomach at the thought of seeing Togame. "Yes, I think so," you reply, grabbing your phone and a light jacket.

As you and Kaoru make your way out of the house, your aunt calls out from the living room. "Going out?"

You hesitate for a moment before replying. "Just going to meet up with Togame for a bit, Auntie."

“Will you be out late?” Your aunt appears in the hallway, her eyes narrowed.

You hesitate, unsure how to answer. "I'm not sure, Auntie. I’ll keep you informed."

Your aunt's eyes flick to Kaoru, who stands quietly beside you. Her expression is firm as she says, "Alright." looking you both over.

The unease builds in you over her sudden attention of Kaoru, maybe going to so often was making her feel nervous. "I will, Auntie. See you later."

As you and Kaoru step outside, you let out a long breath- already tired. He grabs his jacket, holding it under his arm until you are both out of sight from the house. The walk to Orion Stars is quiet, your mind racing with thoughts of seeing Togame again.

When you arrive at the imposing building, Kaoru leads you inside with a nod to the security who simply stare at the both of you. Upon entering Orion Stars, the atmosphere shifts immediately. The bustling lobby falls silent as heads turn to watch you and Kaoru pass. You can feel the weight of their stares, a mix of curiosity and wariness. It's clear that word has spread about who you are and your connection to Togame. You shift closer to Kauro, bumping into him awkwardly.

"You okay?" Kaoru asks quietly, his tone neutral but not unkind.

"Yeah, just not used to all the attention." you struggle to say, still oddly pushing against his side. You felt so exposed without Togame near, suddenly the idea of Kaoru being around wasn’t so bad. Gently he takes your elbow from the bottom, pulling you along.

Kaoru guides you to the elevator, his hand still gently supporting your elbow. As the doors close, shutting out the curious stares, you let out a shaky breath. The elevator looks brand new, gilded in gold and decorative wood carvings.

"It'll get easier," Kaoru says softly. "They'll get used to seeing you around."

You nod, not entirely convinced. As the elevator ascends, your nervousness grows. What if Togame is too busy to see you? What if he's annoyed that you came unannounced? The elevator dings, and Kaoru leads you down a hallway you’ve never seen. This level looks completely different. Everything is brand new, shiny, and expensive looking.

“This level is for the higher ups, and their guests.” He offers upon your shocked expression. You follow Kaoru down the polished hallway, your eyes wide as you take in the luxurious surroundings. The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, and intricate carpeting making you aware of your shoes still being on. It's a stark contrast to the more run down and utilitarian areas of the building you've seen before.

As you approach a massive set of ornate double doors, Kaoru pauses. "Togame-sama's lounge," he explains, knocking softly. Your heart races as you wait for a response. After a moment, Togame's voice calls out "Enter."

Kaoru opens the doors, gesturing for you to go in first. You take a deep breath and step inside. The first thing that strikes you as you enter the room is how spacious it is. The lounge is elegantly furnished, with plush leather sofas, a sleek bar area, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city. Your eyes scan the room, finally landing on Togame.

He's seated in a wide chair, his posture relaxed but commanding. As he looks up from his phone and sees you, a smile spreads across his face. "Perfect timing." he says, his voice warm as his phone closes with a snap. You feel a rush of relief at his welcoming tone. "I hope I'm not interrupting." you say softly, suddenly feeling shy.

Togame stands, moving towards you in a few quick strides. "Not at all. Glad you're here." He turns to Kaoru, who still stands in the doorway. "You can go.” he motioned a hand to Kaoru before looking back at you.

Kaoru nods and quietly exits, closing the door behind him. You're left alone with Togame, your heart still beating wildly as he fully closes the gap. His green eyes roam over you, like he hadn’t fully memorized you yet.

"I've missed you," Togame says softly, reaching out to cup your cheek. His touch sends a shiver through you, and you lean into his hand instinctively.

"I missed you too," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I hope it's okay that I came here."

Togame's thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he smiles down at you. "You're always welcome here." He gestures with one hand to the full room, washing some of your nervousness away. But there's still an undercurrent of tension, questions and concerns swirling in your mind. You lean into his touch, craving the comfort and security it provides. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"Togame," you start hesitantly. "Can we talk? About... everything?"

His expression shifts slightly, becoming more guarded. But he nods, leading you over to one of the plush sofas. As you sit down, he keeps hold of your hand, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin.

"Go ahead." he asks, his tone leveled with professionalism.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. There's so much you want to say, so many questions you need answered, but you're not sure where to start.

"I'm still confused." you finally admit, your voice soft. "Everything has happened so fast, and I feel like I'm caught in the middle of something I don't fully understand."

A look of understanding passes over his features, while his thumb continues its gentle path on your hand, a soothing gesture that both comforts and distracts you.

"What specifically are you confused about?" he asks, his tone patient.

You bite your lip, considering everything. "All of it, I guess. The situation with Bofurin, the restrictions, the guard... I know you say it's for my protection, but it feels.." you trail off, unsure how to express the conflicting emotions swirling inside you. Togame's jaw tightens slightly at the mention of Bofurin, but he remains silent, waiting for you to continue.

“It feels like I am a pawn.” you manage to say, not able to fully admit out-loud or even to yourself that you felt used, controlled, and lost. His shoulders square back at your words, his grip on your hand tightening almost imperceptibly. He's quiet for a long moment, seemingly considering his response- or pushing down emotions. In these moments it felt like he was unreadable making it clear that everything he displays emotion-wise is calculated with precision- good and bad.

"You're not a pawn," he vehemently announces "You're far more than that. To me, and to others." he finished speaking but you can tell there was more just by the look in his eyes. You frown, not entirely reassured by his words.

"But that's just it. I feel like I'm being treated as something valuable, not someone. The restrictions, the guard... it feels like I'm being controlled."

Togame sighs, running his free hand through his hair. "I understand why it might feel that way," he says carefully. "But try to understand the position we're in. Your connection to both Shishitoren and Bofurin makes you a target."

“Why am I a target? I don’t have money. I’m no one.”

Togame's expression shifts, becoming more serious. "You're not 'no one'," he says firmly, pulling your chin to him. “You are mine.” He stares hard enough to make you squirm. Feeling your sudden discomfort he lets up, gently letting your chin go. "You're connected to both Shishitoren and Bofurin now, and everyone knows it. That makes you valuable to dangerous people. We both have enemies."

You frown, still not fully understanding. "But I don't know anything about either group's operations. I'm just... me."

Togame sighs, his thumb still tracing circles on your hand. "It's not about what you know. It's about what others think you might know, or what they could use you for." He pauses, his gaze intense as he looks at you. "You're my weakness now. And Bofurin's- because of Hiragi. That makes you a target for anyone who wants to get to either of us."

The idea sends a chill through you. "Is that... likely to happen?"

Togame shakes his head. "Not if we're careful. Which is why precautions are necessary." He states, leaning back. You nod slowly, processing this information correctly for the first time.

"I didn't realize," you say softly. "But still, it feels so... extreme. Not being able to see my friends or family without permission..."

Togame's jaw tightens slightly. "It's temporary." he corrected, though his tone lacked enough conviction to sooth you. "Until things settle down. Your interactions need to be limited with Bofurin members, just for now."

You frown, feeling a flare of frustration. "I can't just cut them out of my life like this, it hurts them."

"I'm not asking you to cut them out," Togame says, his voice full of impatience. "For now, Kaoru will be with you for visits, and I’ll need to know when you call them.”

You feel a wave of frustration rise up inside you at Togame's words. "But why?" you press, pulling your hand away from his. "I understand needing protection when I'm out, but monitoring my calls? Supervising visits with my own family? It feels excessive."

Togame becomes tense, his inexperience with insubordination now showing. "Because information is power in our world," he says laced with annoyance. "And right now, any information about you, about us, about Shishitoren, could be dangerous in the wrong hands."

You shake your head, feeling tears of frustration prick at your eyes. "But I wouldn't tell them anything sensitive! I don't even know anything sensitive!"

"It's not just about what you might tell them intentionally," Togame explains, his patience clearly wearing thin. "It's about what they might glean from casual conversation, from your behavior, from your proxy to other people.”

You stand up abruptly, unable to contain your frustration any longer. "So I'm just supposed to live in a bubble? Cut off from everyone I care about except you?"

Togame's eyes flash dangerously as he rises to his feet as well. "That's not what I'm saying," he says, his voice still controlled. "But you need to understand the gravity of the situation."

"I'm trying to!" you exclaim, your voice rising. "But I feel like I'm losing myself, like I'm just becoming an extension of you and Shishitoren."

Togame's jaw clenches tight, and his hands balling into fists at his sides. For a moment, you see a flicker of the dangerous man you know he can be, your body freezing in response, the air suddenly different in the room.

"You're not losing yourself." he says calmly though it's betrayed by his posture. "This is who you’ve always been. A princess surrounded by beasts." His words startled you. Your lips part, for a moment all you can think about is kissing him but push those feelings down- you needed to say everything on your mind.

"But that's just it Togame," you say softly, "I don't know if this is who I want to be. Everything's happened so fast, and I feel like I'm drowning."

Togame's shifts slightly, he looks tired suddenly, but there's still an edge of frustration in his voice. "I understand this is a lot. But you made a choice when you came with me that day. You chose this life - chose me." You feel a wave of emotions wash over you at Togame's words. He's right - you did choose this, and him. But the reality of what that choice means is only now sinking in.

"I know," you say softly, your voice wavering. "And I don't regret that. But I didn't fully understand what I was choosing. All of this..." you gesture vaguely, "It's overwhelming."

Togame's face drops the frustrated edges, as he moves towards you pulling you against his body. "I know it is." he says, his voice and posture back to normal- drawing you closer.

You lean into Togame's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His strong arms wrap around you, providing a sense of security that both comforts and confuses you. You're torn between the desire to lose yourself in his touch and the nagging doubts that won't leave your mind.

"I'm just so confused," you mumble against his chest. "Everything's changed so fast. I don't know who I am anymore."

Togame's hand comes up to stroke your hair gently. "You're still you." he says softly. "Just evolving, adapting to a new reality."

You pull back slightly to look up at him. "But what if I don't want this? What if it's too much?"

Togame's eyes search your face, his expression unreadable. "Is that how you feel? That this is too much?" His words make your body shake. This was the moment where he gave you a way out. Anything beyond this point had to be accepted for what it was. A choice. Your choice.

Your lips parted as you stared up at him, your brain organizing thoughts, ideas, dreams, and fears faster than you could understand. His question hangs in the air between you, heavy with implications.

"I'm scared of losing myself in this world." you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. "Of becoming someone I don't recognize. But I'm also scared of losing you."

Togame's grip on your waist tightens slightly. "Won't lose me," he says calmly but his lips make a thin line. "Not unless you choose to walk away." This time your body stiffens. You know that was the inevitable truth but it stung like hell to hear.

For a moment Togame disappears in front of you, it's you standing there coming to terms with what was about to come out of your mouth. The words sat on your tongue, you mind warning you this was it- there was no going back, no more whining, and no more crying.

“Okay,” you start body struggling against the moment “I’m yours.”

Togame's eyes darken with intensity as he studies your face. "Say it again," he commands softly,his grip on your waist tightens further, almost to the point of discomfort.

You take a shaky breath, feeling the weight of your words. "I'm yours, Togame," you repeat, your voice stronger this time. "Completely."

A slow smile spreads across Togame's face, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. "There’s my girl." he murmurs, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. "That's what I wanted to hear."

His lips crash down on yours in a searing kiss, passionate and all consuming. You melt into him, all your doubts and fears fading away in the face of his overwhelming presence. His tongue demands entrance, which you eagerly grant, losing yourself in the taste and feel of him. His lips travel to your neck, teeth brushing against your skin.

Togame's eyes are clouded with desire as he looks down at you, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "Say it again." he practically moans into your ear, making your knees weak.

"Yours," you breathe, your body trembling with need. "I'm yours, Togame."

A low sound rumbles in his chest as he pulls you completely flush against him. You can feel the hard planes of his body, the evidence of his arousal pressing against you. His lips trail along your jaw to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Understand what that means?" he murmurs, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Being mine?"

You swallow hard, your heart racing. "I hope so." you shiver against him, body aching to be touched more. It was all he needed to hear. His teeth find a tender spot, nearly healed before clamping down tight. A gasp leaves you as his teeth sink into your neck, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Another sharp gasp escapes you, your fingers cling to his shoulders as his hands roughly roam over your curves.

"It means," he growls against your skin, "that you belong to me. Body and soul." His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging your head back to expose more of your throat. "It means you trust me to take care of you, to protect you." His lips trail down to your collarbone. "To give you what you need."

You tremble at his words, desire making every word seem like a love letter, the most devoted poetry. "Yes," you breathe. "I trust you, Togame.” you whimper out, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch and the weight of your decision. There's no going back now - you've given yourself to him completely- and accepted it.

He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his gaze intense. "Good girl," he smiles. "Now, let me show you what it means to be mine."

Togame's hands slide down to grip your thighs, and in one fluid motion, he lifts you up. Instinctively, a yelp leaves your throat and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you across the room. Your back hits the wall, and Togame presses against you, pinning you in place around his hips.

His lips crash down on yours again in a consuming kiss that steals your breath away. You moan into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer.

His hands press and squeeze all the flesh they can reach, leaving trails of heat in their wake. He breaks the kiss, his lips dragging along your jaw to your ear. "Tell me what you want." he demands, getting a soft moan in response- clearly enjoying how flustered you appeared.

"You," you gasp out as his hips roll against you, your body pushing against the wall automatically, seeking him out.

“Swear it.” He latches on your neck again, sucking your blood to the surface.

"I swear." you gasp again, overcome by the sensations flooding your body. "I want you, Togame. Only you." The words felt so easy now, so honest. For a split second you ponder the idea that lust might be clouding your judgement but it was pushed to a dark corner in your mind.

A low growl rumbles in Togame's chest at your words. His teeth graze your neck as he speaks, his voice rough with desire. "Good girl. No more doubts, no more hesitation."

His hands slide under your shirt, calloused fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. You shiver at his touch, arching into him. "Please." you whimper, not entirely sure what you're begging for.

Togame pulls back slightly, his eyes green drinking you in. In one swift motion, he pushes your shirt and bra up around your neck. You gasp at the sudden exposure, but any protest dies on your lips as Togame's mouth descends on your chest. You stare in awe as he pulls one of your nipples between his teeth, both hands holding your ass firm against the wall. He bites down hard, sending pain and pleasure through your body. You buck against him, struggling for agency.

Togame groans against your skin, tightening his grip on your ass to hold you still. "Don't move unless I tell you to," he commands, squeezing your ass extra hard. You whimper but force yourself to stay still, even as his mouth and teeth continue their assault on your sensitive flesh. The mix of pleasure and pain is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

"Togame, please," you beg, no longer caring about pride or dignity. You just want him inside you, to claim every part of you as his own. Annoyingly his only response is a deep chuckle before he drops you to the ground. He extends to his full height for a moment, long enough to pull your top over your head and toss it to the floor. Wordless he kneels down on one leg, slowly sliding your skirt down your legs, panties going with it. For a brief moment you want to struggle, being completely naked while in your shoes was a very bizarre feeling. Togame's eyes rake over you hungrily, his gaze like a brand on your flushed skin.

"So beautiful," he whispers hoarsely “but I think it's time you learn a lesson. Learn to listen.” His other knee drops down leaving him in a full kneeling position right between your legs.

“Put your hands on the wall.” he breathes into your dripping pussy, not touching you. Your hands instantly find the wall, palms pressed flat against them. The warmth from his breathe alone makes you moan.

“Don’t take them off.”

You nod, your breath catching in your throat as you watch Togame shift closer. His eyes are clouded with desire as he looks up at you, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Remember," he says, his voice low and commanding, "Hands on the wall. No matter what."

You swallow hard and nod again, pressing your palms firmly against the cool surface behind you. Your entire body trembles with anticipation as Togame's hands slide up your thighs, spreading them wider.

Without warning, his tongue flicks out against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You gasp, your hips jerking involuntarily towards his mouth. Togame pulls back slightly, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"Stay still," he warns, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Or I'll stop."

You whimper but force yourself to remain motionless as Togame's mouth returns to your dripping heat. His tongue explores you slowly, teasingly, never quite giving you the pressure you crave. Your fingers flex against the wall, itching to tangle them in his hair and pull him closer. One of his hands roams up your legs side before grabbing a hand full of your ass, squeezing hard making you gasp, your hips jerking involuntarily.

"I said don't move," he scolds. His hand comes down hard on your inner thigh, the sharp sting making you yelp. Small tears form in your eyes, but the sudden sting from his slap was quickly overwhelmed by the desire to feel him dine on your body again. “I’m sorry” you rasp out, struggling to not move closer to his mouth. He hums back in response to your apology.

“Let’s try this again.” Togame grins before diving back to his work. His mouth returns to your aching core, his tongue circling your clit with maddening slowness. You bite your lip hard, struggling to keep your hips from bucking against his face. The pleasure builds quickly inside you, a coiling tension that threatens to snap at any moment.

The room fills with your struggling pants, your chest falling up and down as the rest of your body begins to shake from the strain. His tongue continued to pull you along, daring you to move, promising a punishment for misbehavior. Your orgasm is hurling towards you, and judging by his smirk Togame was well aware of this fact- making it even harder to not move.

“Togame, I can’t-” Your voice catches in your throat as he slides two fingers into your sensitive body. Your head hits the wall as a strangled moan erupts from your throat only to be cut off by his hand closing around your neck firmly. He quickly shifts to his full height before planting a firm kiss against your trembling lips, the taste of you still lingering on his mouth.

“So bad at listening,” He teases then pulls you along by the throat, his fingers slipping out of your body. He backs up until his shoulders bump into the large glass windows. He stares at you for a long moment, thinking something over- smile growing wide as an idea sets in.

—POV Change - Togame’s POV—

What a fantastic fucking day so far. Togame stares down at his girl, she said so herself, drinking her in. Her proclamation has fueled a side of him that had been hidden deep. It is far beyond possessiveness - he’s enthralled with her.

He had offered her the opportunity to leave just to silence the crying, but it had been a dangerous gamble. The moment the words left his mouth he had already planned out how to dismantle Bofurin out of sheer spite. By the time she had reached the tunnel, he would have tore everything down, brick by brick. Not that he would ever voice such thoughts, but they were present all the same. It was his true self- the one that wouldn’t be denied, the one that kept Shishitoren functioning. It was the side of him that Hiragi likely was worried about, and Togame had to admit- with good reason.

But she hadn’t left, no- she opened herself up to him completely, and he was happy to devour every inch. She was so radiant when bending for him, every inch of her preening in his hands. Her original tone had been one of resistance, which had worn his patience thin, but it was worth every second to see her like this- flushed, begging, willing, and devoted.

He is pleasantly surprised to see hair between her legs. In the past, some of his partners had been self-conscious and always shaved or waxed, which he found disappointing. Her natural state and inexperience added a delightful twist, making the pleasure of going down on her all the more enjoyable. The look on her face as she realizes what he’s doing, kneeling, is something that could fuel his cock for ages. Her skin is so pleasant under his fingers, as if every part of her was made just for him, perfect in every way.

“Put your hands against the window, and this time- behave.” He pulls her along, making them switch places on the glass of the large windows, but he has her facing the skyline, chest pressed tight against the glass. Her body shakes under his grip, clearly enjoying his fingers squeezing her lovely neck. He is surprised that she enjoys being handled so roughly but each time he has seen her arousal; her eyes dilating, lips parting, her thighs pressing together- she wasn’t subtle about her desire- and he fucking loves it.

She gasps when both of his hands shift, one now holding the back of her neck, and the other on the top of her ass, pressing her into the glass with more force. He gazes out the window, taking a moment to enjoy the scenery. He removes the hand from her neck and taps on the glass to the left of her head.

“You know, if you look that way- you can see Furin High.” It is a low blow, but she needs some reminders on who he is. She shutters against him, a whimper falling from her beautiful lips.

“Let’s show them you are mine.” His tongue runs along the back of her neck on the word mine, making her shake.

Her doll eyes widen as his meaning sinks in. "Togame, we can't-" she begs, but he cuts her off with a firm tug at the base of her skull. His lips hover just out of reach of her lips, denying an intimate connection- this is punishment after all.

"We can." he corrects. "I want everyone to know.” he finalizes before pressing his fully clothed body against her flushed skin. She lets a loud gasp upon making full body contact with the cold window and his body. He watches the goosebump travel along her skin, tracing them as they raise. He smiles while he plays with her skin, completely aware the window is tinted but what would be the fun in sharing. Her breath begins fogging the window as Togame presses her firmly against it. He thinks about drawing a heart in the fog but quickly forgets about the idea as she whines.

"Please," she whimpers, for a moment he is unsure if she is begging him to stop or continue. He tests the entrance of her soft pussy, ghosting his fingers over her lips. He is pleased to find his fingers are immediately wet as her body trembles.

Togame's low chuckle sends vibrations through her body. "Shh," he soothes, his lips grazing her ear. "You're doing so well for me."

His hands continue to map her skin. He notes every blemish, scar, the dimples he wondered if she even knew about on her backside, every small detail memorized. She lets out a loud gasp as he cups her breasts, kneading them firmly before pinching each nipple.

"That's it," he moans out, grinding his hard cock against the bottom of her ass. "Show me how much you want this." he demands but she only responds with moans and an arched back. For a moment he thinks about slapping her ass, extra hard, he wants her to speak- but he holds off on hard punishments. While he was 99% certain her pussy would drip from that interaction, the 1% made him pause. He needs to know how much pain she enjoyed before taking it that far.

“A moan is not an answer.” He warns, plunging two fingers into her pussy without warning. Her head flies back, nearly smacking him in the face but her hands stay in place so he forgives the sudden headbutt attempt. Her mouth opens wide, struggling to speak without moaning. His fingers curl inside her, searching for her g-spot. When he finds the area textured differently he applies excessive pressure on the spot. He watches in delight as her body clamps around him, her mouth falling open again- struggling to take in air.

"I want... I want you inside me." She finally spits out after another firm press against her g-spot. Togame's free hand slides up her body to grip her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her breath hitch.

“Is that so?” He inquires playfully. Her pussy clenches around his fingers in response, a moan escaping her lips. He desperately wanted to fuck her against the window, then watch come drip down her back and ass, but he didn’t have a condom on hand. He considered the risks, but in the end decided against fucking without protection. He was not ready to even have the conversation about using the word girlfriend much less her getting pregnant.

"Then beg for it," Togame demanded, his fingers still digging deep inside her. "Convince me you deserve my cock."

She whimpers, pressing her forehead against the cool glass. Her skin was flushed red everywhere his hands had touched, her desires on full display. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted to hear her speak. He wanted her to remind herself over and over again that she wanted this, wanted him. It was reasonable to be scared of his world, smart even, but he wouldn’t suffer the argument from before every time she got scared.

"Please," she whispered, ass pressing out against his hand. "I need you inside me, Togame-sama." The honorific made him pause for a second, his brain resetting at the sudden use. He liked the way it sounded on her lips, though he had never heard it used in this context before. His fingers curl up with a firm press against her g-spot, which got him a loud cry from her swollen lips. "Louder," he commands. "I want to hear how desperate you are for me."

"Please, fuck me!" tears build in her water line as she cries out, abandoning all pretense of dignity. "I'll do anything, just please, I need to feel you..."

Togame lets out a soft moan. "So beautiful," he says absentmindedly, placing a kiss on the back of her shoulder. His free hand adjusts his clothing, his cock straining against his boxers. He can tell by the way she stiffened she was completely ready for him to take her. But he inhales deeply, lungs fully expanding, pulling on his own reigns to avoid any bad choices. Instead of his cock, he pushed 3 of his fingers into her swollen pussy. She bucked against him, clearly overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched that far.

“Not yet,” he pushes in hard, shifting her entire body against the glass with his hand alone. She gasps, stutters, her body struggling against the glass. It looked like her body was fighting to adjust and complain at the same time- it was a lovely sight. “Why?” was all she managed to choke out, moaning at the end of her question.

“No condom with me.” He offered before pulling nearly all the way out and thrusting back in, making sure to graze her sensitive nerves. Sweat began to form on the back of her neck which he gladly laps up. His fingers work her hard, thrusting against her soft insides without mercy. In this moment he struggled, he wanted her to feel only pleasure but the sight of her body struggling to accommodate him was intoxicating. Her fingers curled against the glass searching for some kind of grip which he couldn’t tolerate.

“Keep your hands flat.” He reminded her with an extra hard thrust. She let out a choked moan that nearly made him come in his pants. He would do anything to hear that sound again. With an experimental shift he moved a hand from her hip to the front of her body. He was a bit hunched over but it was worth the back ache. Once he found her clit he pushed his fingers in again, with the same force as before. Her scream was deliciously loud. Togame smiles at her head falling back against his shoulder, her arms stretching out to accommodate her back arching- she looked divine. Her palms stayed against the glass somehow, to his dismay, so he couldn’t punish her this time. Her moans were becoming closer together, chest bobbing up and down in a tantalizing way, he would give a lot to have two more sets of hands at this moment.

“So close already?” He teases, continuing the ruthless pace. She struggled to respond, all that came out of her mouth was English and Japanese babbling. He honestly found it super cute, even if the English threw him off a beat.

“You sound amazing.” He praises before kissing the skin on her shoulders again. In between each thrust he bites down on her skin, leaving a trail of bright red teeth imprints on her back, neck, and shoulders. He wanted every part of her marked, drenched in reminders of him.

"It feels so good," she pants out. "Please don't stop." she begs pushing her hips down for more friction. His eyes snap shut for a minute soaking in the sound of her voice. How he wishes to bury his cock inside her, to hear these sounds while feeling her around him- he wouldn’t get caught without a condom ever again.

He slowed each stroke down slightly but made sure to press harder. He watches with great intrigue as her body presses down each time he thrusts up even though her heels lifted off the ground. He wasn’t entirely sure she was aware how much she liked pain. His thoughts get pushed away by a particularly hard clamp around his fingers, she was so close. His lips spread wide with a huge smirk. He wonders if she could keep her palms flat as she comes undone around his fingers. Devilishly, he rubs his thumb against her clit hard. "Come for me.” he groans into her ear.

That was all it took. Her body snaps against him, palms flying off the widow and she sought out something to grip. She finds the back of his head with one hand and the other squeezes his bicep as she screams out. Her pants were closer to coughs than moans as she struggled through his continued pumping. He bit his lip, the pressure of her full body weight on him was making him dizzy with pleasure. She had always worked so hard to not fully lean on him and now she was letting him take it all without protest. If he could keep her trapped in this position for hours he could finally die a happy man.

However he couldn’t ignore his growing desire any longer. As her shaking slows down, he extracts his fingers from her pussy, grateful they were completely soaked with her juices. He licks all three fingers clean in front of her face which was still resting on his shoulder. He moans quietly as the last finger leaves his mouth with a pop. The look on her face was amazing. Her pupils were blown wide, lips parted with shallow breathing, throat bobbing from quick swallows.

"Can I suck on your cock?" She whispers out sounding shy, nearly breaking his brain. As if it was even possible for him to say no to such an offer. He nods, unable to speak for a moment. She adjusts her stance so she is no longer resting against him, much to his dismay.

“Do you want to sit on the couch?” She offers. It looked like she was blushing to him, but it was hard to tell, her skin was still flushed from her orgasm. He smiles then pulls her back into him. One hand cups the back of her neck while the other holds her waist so she couldn’t escape his kiss. He wanted to drink her in, savor the moment of her warm body against him- even if he was clothed and she wasn't. For a second he wonders about keeping her trapped in here, naked, waiting for him with a wet pussy. The mental image was incredible but he internally scowled at himself, she wasn’t an object or pet- he knew that. Right?

Slowly his feet carry them backwards toward the couch until his calves hit the plush fabric. He tips backwards so they both fall at the same time. A groan leaves his throat as she lands on top of him. She fumbles to hold her body off of him- which earns her a frown. How he hated that habit of hers. With a quick twist of her wrist directed by his hand, she topples onto him with a squeak.

“Lean on me.” he says, his voice is laced with playfulness but rings out a demand. She nods still unsure, but allows her body to sink down against him even if she was in an awkward position. “Good. Now, where were we?” he muses, tapping a finger to his chin.

She blushes deeply before bringing a hand to his clothed cock. “Here I think-” she trails off, her fingers tracing the bulge in his pants. His hands came up to grip the couch cushions behind them, her touch alone was nearly enough to make him explode. His jaw tightens as her fingers work the band of his jeans, seeking help. He grunts, popping open his button and zipper with practiced ease. With a quick hip-lift both his boxers, and pants were around his ankles.

He pauses as she stares at his cock, looking shocked. She bites her lips as her brows furrow. It was a look he had seen before so it didn’t worry him as she remains still- working out if he would fit. His bottom lip achs as he clamps down on it, holding in a laugh as she slowly moves towards him- still looking shocked, even a bit worried.

Togmae watches as she hesitantly lowers her head, her warm breath ghosting over his aching cock. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and he can't help the low groan escape at the sight. She glances up at him through her lashes, seeking reassurance.

"Go on," he encourages, voice rough with desire. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

She nods, determination flashing in her eyes as she wraps her fingers around the base of his throbbing length. Her touch is tentative at first, exploring, and he fights the urge to buck his hips into her face. He wants to savor this, to commit everything she does to memory. It was clear she didn’t have personal experience but understood enough to not ask him questions.

When her lips finally close around the tip of his cock, his fingers fist into balls to avoid thrusting hard into her mouth. The wet heat enveloping him is exquisite, and he watches through hazy eyes as she slowly takes more of him in. He wonders if she would let him take a picture of the scene but didn’t want to spoil her first time with such a filthy request, next time though- he’d ask.

"Perfect," he offers up knowing she loves praise, she preens against his hand that stretches out to touch her hair. Her pace shifts as she sucks harder, not that he minded but coming fast was not his plan.

"Take your time." he murmurs, fingers gently stroking her scalp. "I want to watch you explore."

She nods, mouth still around his cock, her eyes watching his movements. Her touch is light, almost reverent as she strokes him from the base of his cock to her lips. After a few strokes she comes up for air, wiping away drool from her chin. A bead of precum forms on the head and she leans in, licking it away with a tentative swipe of her tongue.

Togame hisses through his teeth, hips jerking involuntarily. "Fuck," he grunts, grip tightening in her hair causing her to whine.

Encouraged by his reaction, she grows bolder. Her lips part, taking just the head into her mouth. She sucks gently, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Togame's head falls back against the couch, and a low moan rolls around his chest.

"So good." he praises with another low moan. She hums in response, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through him. Slowly, she takes more of him in, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks. Her inexperience becomes more apparent as her teeth scrape against the sides of his cock, but couldn’t care less- she was amazing.

Togame forces his eyes to stay open, not wanting to miss a moment of her efforts. Her lips are stretched wide around his cock, cheeks flushed, eyes closed in concentration - the coil inside him nearly snaps as she moans around him. He grits his teeth, fighting for control.

"Look at me," he commands softly. When she meets his gaze, eyes hazy with lust, he nearly loses it. "Fuck, you're beautiful like this."

She moans around him again, pushing him closer to the edge. Her head bobs deeply, taking him deep inside her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat. He was genuinely impressed when she didn’t gag. Wanting to test her, his hips begin to move on their own accord, shallow thrusts meet her willing mouth.

"That's it, just like that." he moans, guiding her movements with the hand in her hair. "Such a good girl for me."

Her eyes flutter closed again as she focuses on pleasing him. One hand working what she can't fit in her mouth while the other grips his thigh for balance. Togame can feel the pressure hit its limit, his release imminent.

"I'm close." he warns, giving her a chance to pull away. But she only redoubles her efforts, sucking harder, and faster. With a strangled groan, Togame comes hard, spilling down her throat. She swallows as much as she can, though some escapes- dribbling down her chin. He watches through half-lidded eyes as she continues to work his length, swallowing from time to time. He was overcome with emotions, mainly lust, at the sight of her radiance. She was glowing with pride after achieving her first victory, though she would find out real soon- wars are more than one victory.

She pulls off him with a wet pop, stroking his slick cock with her hand while talking. "That was really hot." she says, sounding breathless.

Togame's chest heaves as he comes down from his high, gazing at her with unfocused eyes. A lazy smirk spreads across his face as he reaches out to wipe a stray drop of cum from her chin with his thumb.

"Mmmhmm” he starts “You're a natural," the praise is small but her pupils go wide regardless. He brings his thumb to her lips, watching intently as she takes it into her mouth, sucking it clean. A low groan escapes him at the sight. She would be his ruin, he was absolutely sure of it now.

"Come here," he orders, pulling her up onto his lap. She straddles him, her bare breasts pressed against his clothed chest. His hands roam her body, because he would never get enough. He captures her lips in a searing kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. His cock twitches, bumping into the edge of her warm pussy. He groans into the kiss, his mind running circles on why fucking raw was good or bad.

When they break apart, both panting, he rests his forehead against hers. "You're mine now," he murmurs, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Do you understand?"

She nods, her chest rising and falling fast, her body clearly affected by his possessive words. "Yes." she whispers.

"Say it again," he demands, his own skin now flushed.

"I'm yours." she repeats, louder this time. Her eyes lock with his, filled with a mix of desire and yearning. A predatory grin spreads across his face. "Good girl," he praises, one hand sliding up her back. He grips the back of her neck, a gesture he was partially fond of using on her.

"Never forget it." He pulls her in for another kiss, this one slower, deeper. His other hand plays with her lower back before pressing in, making her arch into him. She whimpers against his lips as his other fingers find her still-sensitive clit, still deliciously wet for him. A quiet moan barely reaches his ear as her eyes flutter closed for a moment. Maybe she would give him a recording of her moaning. The thought made his dick twitch.

"On a side note," Togame murmurs against her skin as he begins to work her up again. "You took your hands off the glass- without permission." She pulls back, staring at him confused,he watches as she replays getting finger fucked in her mind, her mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape upon realizing he was right.

“But, since you did such a good job, I’ll make you an offer.” He pauses watching her tense up, her thighs squeezing together. “Either we stop for now and go get food, or you bend over on my lap, and we find out how much pain you like- then go get food.”

Her eyes widen at the proposition, a nervousness look flickering across her face. He is well aware she liked pain, but had a sinking suspicion she didn’t know the limits- which meant he didn't. His hunger grows in more ways than one as he slides his fingers along her pussy, waiting for a response.

"I..." she starts, voice barely above a whisper. "I want to stay here with you." What a wonderful girl he had, always so eager to please- to learn.

Togame's lips curl into a satisfied smirk. "Good choice," he hums, his free hand sliding up to cup her right cheek. "Now, over my lap."

She hesitates for just a moment before complying, positioning herself across his thighs. Her breath catches as his palm runs over the curve of her ass, alternating between gentle caresses and firm squeezes.

"Remember," he says, voice low and commanding, "Tell me to stop if something is too much. Also I expect you to count each one. Understood?"

She nods, then quickly adds, "Yes Togame, I understand." his hand pauses for a moment then pulls back fast.

The first strike catches her off guard, a sharp crack echoing through the room. The look on her face shows she was more surprised than in pain. "O-one," she manages to stutter out, sounding embarrassed.

Togame hums approvingly, rubbing the reddening skin. "Good girl. Let's see how many you can take."

The next few come in quick succession, alternating cheeks. She counts obediently, her voice growing breathier with each impact. By the tenth strike, she's squirming in his lap, body torn between pressing into the pain and shying away from it.

"You're doing so well," Togame praises, pausing to admire his handiwork. Her ass is a beautiful shade of pink, and warm to the touch. He can feel her wetness against his thigh and hand, evidence of her arousal. "Do you want more?"

"Please." she whimpers, pushing her hips back in invitation.

Togame chuckles darkly. "So greedy." His hand comes down harder this time, pulling a cry from her lips. "Don't forget to count."

"Eleven!" she gasps out, fingers clawing into the couch cushions.

He continues, each strike carefully measured. He watches her reactions closely, noting how she tenses and relaxes, the pitch of her cries, the way her thighs tremble. By the time they reach twenty, she's a writhing mess in his lap, panting, drooling, and moaning with each impact.

"Last one," Togame announces, his own voice rough with desire. "Let’s make it count."

The final strike is the hardest yet, right at the curve where her ass meets her thighs. She cries out, back arching beautifully. "Twenty-one!" her voice wobbles, a sniff punctuating the end of her sentence. Togame immediately gathers her into his arms, peppering her face with gentle kisses as she comes undone with soft moaning sobs.

"Shh, you did so well," Togame murmurs, stroking her hair as she trembles against him. Her skin is flushed and hot to the touch, a fine sheen of sweat glistening in the dim light. He can feel her heart racing, her breaths coming in short gasps.

"How do you feel?" he asks, voice low and soothing. His hands run gentle circles over her back, careful to avoid her tender backside.

She takes a shaky breath before responding. "I feel amazing," she admits, a hint of wonder in her voice. "I didn't know it could be like that."

Togame chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "There's so much to show you." he promises. His cock throbbing at the thought of all things she might like, still aching for her despite his earlier release. She shifts in his lap, gasping as the movement sends a jolt of pain through her sensitive flesh.

"Togame," she whimpers, grinding against him instinctively. "Please, I need..."

"What do you need?" he questions, one hand sliding between her thighs to find her dripping wet pussy. "Tell me."

"You," she moans, rocking against his fingers. "I need you inside me. Please."

Togame groans, torn between his burning desire and practicality. "We still don't have protection," he reminds her, though his resolve is weakening by the second. She looks up at him, eyes wide and pleading. "I'm on birth control," she confesses. "Please, Togame. I want to feel all of you."

That's all it takes for his control to snap. In one fluid motion, he lifts her body up with ease and positions her over his throbbing cock. "Are you sure?" he asks, giving her one last chance to back out.

"Yes," she breathes, sinking down onto him with a low moan. Togame's head falls back, overwhelmed by the sensation of her tight heat enveloping him. His mind goes white, completely overrun by the feeling of her body on his, and her warm pussy taking him in so easily, so willingly.

"Fuck," he grunts, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel incredible." She moans wildly, but stills her body- adjusting to the stretch of him inside her. He didn’t move but his fingers wouldn’t stop flexing, digging into her flesh. It had felt like hours, but slowly, she began to move, rising up slowly before sinking back down. Togame didn’t want her to burn out so he moved his hands to the bottom of her tender ass, guiding her movements with slight pressure, helping to set a steady rhythm for the both of them.

"That's it," he encourages, voice completely strained. "Take what you need."

Her pace quickens suddenly, driven by her own desperate need for release. Togame meets her thrust for thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. He watches in awe as she loses herself in the sensation, head thrown back, lips shouting in ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, one hand coming up to cup her breast. He rolls her nipple between his fingers, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

"Togame," she moans, her movements becoming more erratic as she chases her release. "I'm so close."

"Come for me," Togame demands, his hips snapping up to meet hers. "Let me feel you fall apart." Her body tenses, inner walls clenching around him as she cries out his name in a long repeating string. The sight of her coming undone pushes Togame over the edge as well, and he follows her with a deep groan, spilling inside her. There is a moment of panic about getting her pregnant as he feels his come leaking out of her, and down his cock. But she breaks his thoughts apart as she moans again, still slowly thrusting down, riding her orgasm as long as possible. She was so much trouble for him.

They stay interlocked for a moment, both panting heavily as they come down from their high. Togame's hands roam her body, soothing the tremors that still run through her. He couldn't help pressing soft kisses to her collarbone, her neck, her jaw.

"You're amazing," he murmurs against her skin. "Absolutely perfect." He laps up a patch of her skin, enjoying the taste of her exertion.

She hums contentedly, nuzzling into his neck, completely spent. "That was...incredible" she breathes, still a bit dazed.

Togame chuckles, weaving his fingers into her hair. "Your skin is such a lovely color when you come," he comments, a wicked glint in his eye. "Wonder if I could keep you that shade for a full day."

She shivers at his words, displaying her nervousness but nevertheless red flashing across her cheeks giving him the impression she liked the idea. "I’d like you to try sometime." she admits shyly.

They stay tangled together for a while longer, exchanging lazy kisses and gentle caresses. Eventually, Togame shifts, carefully lifting her off his lap. She winces letting out a low moan as he pulls out of her body, his cock still fairly hard.

“How are you still hard?” She balks, distress taking over her features. He pauses for a second, looking down at his cock. It was certainly still firm but not in the way she thought- his stamina kept him hard, but he wasn’t on the verge of exploding anymore. “We would be here all day if the goal was to make me soft when you're naked.” He laughs at the funny face she makes in return, clearly confused and slightly horrified.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he offers, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Then we'll go get food. You must be starving by now."

She nods, allowing him to help her to her feet. As they make their way to the bathroom, Togame can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness. She's his now, completely and utterly. While he was not one to care about women being virgins this felt a bit different. He was ecstatic to know no one else had ever made her full body blush like that, her lips had never begged anyone else like that. He groans inwardly- becoming fully hard again.

They step into the luxurious bathroom attached to the lounge, which she marvels at for a few moments. Togame guides her to the large glass shower. He turns on the water, adjusting the temperature to a soothing warmth. As steam begins to fill the room, he extends a hand to help her step into the spray, following close behind. She hisses softly as the warm spray hits her tender skin.

"Too hot?" he asks quickly, feeling the water again with his hands to check if he messed up the temperature.

She shakes her head. "No, it's perfect. Just...sensitive." Togame smirks, running his hands over her slick skin. "I bet." He reaches for a bottle of body wash, pouring some into his palm before beginning to lather her body. His touch is gentle yet thorough, paying special attention to her sore areas.

As he works, he can't help but admire the marks he's left on her - the light bruises forming on her hips, the redness of her ass, the love bites scattered across her neck and back. Each one is a reminder of their passion, of her submission to him.

"Turn around," he instructs gently. She complies without protest, allowing him access to her front. His fingers work out the tension in her muscles, drawing soft moans from her lips. His touch is reverent, almost worshipful as he tends to her.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "I love how your body reacts to my touch." Slowly, he continues his ministrations, cleaning away the evidence of their lovemaking. His fingers ghost over her still-sensitive folds, drawing a shaky moan from her lips. He fights the urge to take her again right there, reminding himself that she needs time to recover.

They finish washing up, Togame taking care to be gentle with her oversensitive body. He is first out, helping her step over the lip of the shower and into a fluffy towel, he can't help but marvel at how natural this feels - as if she's always belonged here with him. He quickly wraps a towel around himself before squeezing excess water from his hair.

"Let's get you dressed," he says, leading her back to the bedroom. "We need to get some food in you soon." He thought back the moment he fed her dessert, how cute she looked with lips parted, waiting for him to feed her. He thinks over when they will go back to that restaurant, knowing they had a new dessert for her to try.

She nods, following him back to where her clothes had been discarded. “I’ll put my underwear in my purse,” He pauses, looking at her in confusion. “They are soaked…it will be cold to put them back on.” She offers up, he completely forgot about that, his own underwear filled with precum. He makes a mental note to start stashing a change of clothes in places they might have fun. The lounge was only meant for hanging out and lacked anything personal of his.

"Good thinking," Togame nods approvingly. He watches as she gathers her damp undergarments, admiring the way she moves with a slight wince. A possessive thrill runs through him, knowing he's the cause of her delicious discomfort.

As she bends to retrieve her clothes, Togame steps behind her, running a hand down her spine. "Are you sure you want to put them back on?" he asks, voice low and teasing. "I quite like you like this."

She shivers at his touch, turning to face him with a shy smile. "As tempting as that sounds, I don't think I'm ready to face the world naked just yet." Togame chuckles, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Fair enough."

Her cheeks flush at his words as she slips her clothes back on. Togame helps her smooth her shirt, his hands lingering on her hips. "Beautiful." he murmurs, eyes raking over her form. She lets out a low laugh while pushing him away. “You are too much.” she laughs out. He smiles wide, but doesn’t speak his thoughts. She had no fucking idea how much he really was, but she would learn.

After they both finish dressing, Togame watches how she winces slightly with each movement. A touch of guilt washed over him. It was becoming more clear that she did not know her limits, even if she liked it, he didn’t want her in constant pain. Not to mention if they ran into Hiragi, he would likely be forced into a deathmatch no matter how willing she was.

"Are you alright?" he asks, concern evident in his voice. She quickly nods, offering him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, just a little sore. It's a good kind of sore. I like it." she adds, blushing deeply.

Togame's lips curl into a satisfied smirk. "Glad to hear it." He pulls her close, nuzzling into her neck. "but let's slow down on the pain."

She melts into his embrace, inhaling his scent. "Only a little." she murmurs. He takes a moment to breathe her in, enjoying what a lovely- kinky creature she was. Even now her thighs were pressing together, knees tilted in like she was distracted- he badly wanted to get back on his knees and eat her out again.

He reluctantly pulls away. "Come on," he says, tiling her chin up with one finger. "Let's get you fed. Can't have you fainting on me." as if on queue her stomach growls making him stifle a laugh as she rambles about only having coffee for breakfast and lunch.

Togame chuckles at her rambling, finding her embarrassment endearing. "Well, we can't have that. Let's get you a proper meal." He takes her hand, leading her towards the door. As they exit the lounge, he notices her slightly unsteady gait, and slows his pace to match hers.

They make their way through the winding corridors of the Shishitoren complex, slowly reaching the exit. Togame nods curtly to the few higher ranked members as they pass, his arm wrapped loosely around her waist. He can feel the curious glances, the raised eyebrows, but he pays them no mind. Let them look, let them wonder. She's his now, and he wants everyone to know it. She shrinks under the attention, pressing closer to his side which he found himself enjoying immensely.

As they approach the entrance, Togame pauses. "Any preferences for food?" he asks, fishing his car keys from his pocket.

She bites her lip, considering. "Maybe something light? I'm not sure I could handle anything too heavy right now."

Togame nods, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "I know just the place." Only a few paces outside the door is the same black car Kaoru tried to get her in before. He opens the passenger door for her, helping her inside slowly before rounding to the driver's side.

As they pull out onto the street, Togame rests his hand on her thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. He can feel the slight tremor in her muscles with each stroke, a cheeky reminder of how sensitive she was. His cock twitches at the memory, and he has to force himself to focus on the road.

"So," he begins, voice casual, "Tell me what type of birth control you are on." He glances at her, gauging her reaction. "Because I am not interested in having children right now."

She shifts in her seat, obviously surprised by the sudden question. "Oh, um, it's an IUD. It's supposed to be over 99% effective."

Togame hums approvingly. "Good to know." His hand squeezes her thigh gently. “Just needed to make sure.” he finishes.

"Yeah, I understand. I also don’t want children right now.” She mirrors back, but she pauses a sly smile spreading across her lips. “Although, I really like the feeling of you coming inside me." Her voice drops to a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

Togame's grip on the steering wheel tightens, his imagination running wild with the implications of her words. "Well," he says, voice cracking slightly “there is plenty more where that came from." He nearly pulled over to ask for a blow job but quickly pushed it down upon hearing her stomach growl again.

She presses buttons on the radio console until her phone connects to the car's bluetooth. While he normally drove it in silence he was intrigued by what kind of music she listened too. As she scrolled through her music library, Togame watched her from the corner of his eye, debating what genre she would pick. A soft melody filled the car as she selected a song, the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar accompanied by a woman's soulful voice.

"I didn't peg you for the indie type," Togame comments, pleasantly surprised.

She smiles proudly. "There's a lot you don't know about me yet."

"I look forward to learning," he replies, his hand squeezing her thigh again.

The rolls on for approximately 15 minutes, the city slipping by as the music provides a soothing backdrop. Togame found himself tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the rhythm. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed- it almost made him feel nervous. Things were never this easy, or relaxing.

The car rolls to a slow stop in front of an unassuming restaurant, Togame turns to her. "This place has the best udon in the city. Should be light but still filling." Her eyes lit up at the word udon. "That sounds perfect." He pulls into a spot on the side street kept empty for him.

He helps her out of the car, noticing how she winces slightly as she stands. He chastised himself internally, perhaps she enjoyed everything, but he needed to set harder limits unless she was going to be resting in his bed all day.

She looked up at him with big eyes and a pouty lip. "I'm fine, really!”

Togame chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist as they walk towards the restaurant’s plain white door. "Okay, just let me know if it gets to be too much." he says while pushing the door open then letting her in first.

Togame's eyes landed on Naoki, the owner. The two of them had a good bond. Naoki had reached out to Togame about his son - who had been lost in the world of drugs, and KEEL. With some carefully placed punches, warnings, and some cash for rehab- Naoki had gotten his son back and Togame received a lifetime supply of udon. It had been too good an offer to let slip by.

"Togame-sama, welcome! Your usual table?" Naoki's voice boomed over the other patrons.

"Yes, thank you." Togame replied with a nod, a genuine smile on his face.

They were led to a secluded booth in the back, away from prying eyes. Togame helps her slide into the booth before taking the chair opposite her. He couldn't help but notice how she fidgeted, trying to find a comfortable position. She finally settles once his knees flush up against hers under the small table.

"So," he began, once she looked comfortable, "tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do when you're not getting into trouble?"

She laughs, the sound light and musical to his ears. "Well, I'm actually quite boring most of the time. I like to read, watch movies, and back home I would grow plants! I miss my plants."

As she spoke, Togame found himself captivated. He leans forward, drinking in every word, every gesture. He wanted to know everything about her, to unravel the mystery that she now presented. Their pace had been a bit off, full of passion before they knew anything about each other, but he was happy to make up for it.

Their conversation continued easily after they ordered their food. Togame was honestly surprised at how effortless it felt to listen to her talk for this long. Normally he got bored quickly when girls talked about their interests, especially about hair care but he found himself making note of the fact she couldn’t get her favorites in Japan. That was something he could easily help with, there wasn’t much money couldn’t find in Japan.

When their steaming bowls of udon arrive, Togame watches with amusement as she inhales the aroma, her eyes closing in bliss.

"This smells amazing," she sighed.

"Wait until you taste it," Togame smirked, picking up his chopsticks.

Immediately upon taking her first bite her eyes go wide with delight. "Oh my god, this is incredible," she moans, the sound sending a jolt of heat through Togame's body. He watches, entranced, as she savors each mouthful.

"I told you," he says smugly, digging into his own bowl to avoid getting hard again. They eat in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds are their appreciative hums and the soft clink of chopsticks against bowls.

Halfway through the meal, Togame notices her shifting uncomfortably again. Without a word, he stands and slides into the booth beside her, pulling her legs close to him, hand rubbing her lower thigh. He tracing x’s and o’s into her leg, trying to stimulate her leg skin to distract her from her sore bottom.

"Better?" he asks softly. She nods, leaning into him more as she continues to eat. The closeness is intoxicating, how was he supposed to control himself all the time? A small part of him hopes the need to touch her constantly will slowly fade so he didn’t feel or act love drunk all the time.

Once their meal is finished Togame leans back, relaxing into the moment- his hand still drawing on her skin. Was this domestic life? Just enjoying a meal with someone he cares about, no ulterior motives, no business to discuss. Something in his gut twists uncomfortably, a warning to not get complacent. Domestic life was not meant for the likes of him, no matter how much he wanted to give it to her.

"Thank you for this," she says quietly, setting down her chopsticks. "Not just the food, but... everything."

Togame turns to her, cupping her cheek gently. "Don't need to thank me." he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. It's a chaste kiss, soft and sweet, but it leaves him wanting more.

As he pulls away, he notices Naoki approaching their table. "Was everything to your liking, Togame-sama?" the owner asks, his eyes flickering curiously to the woman in Togame's arms. While he knew their position was far too intimate for the public he was positive Naoki of all people would not say anything.

"As always, Naoki-san," Togame replies with a nod. "Your udon is unparalleled."

Naoki beams with pride before turning his attention to Togame's obsession. "And you, miss? Did you enjoy your meal?"

She smiles warmly. "It was absolutely delicious. I've never had udon this good before."

Naoki's smile widens. "Ah, music to an old man's ears! Please, you must come again. Any friend of Togame-sama is always welcome here."

Naoki bustles away leaving a new question in the air, Togame can't help but feel uneasy. Friend doesn't begin to cover what she is to him now, but they hadn’t fully discussed what to call each other. He takes a sip of his tea, giving himself a moment to think.

“Are we dating?” She asks before he could get the chance to swallow. His body stilled, muscles struggling to relax enough to set his tea down.

“Yes.” Not his most graceful admission but it seems to make her smile regardless. “So, I am your girlfriend?” She asks with a huge smile, never letting him rest. His stomach coils tight with dread. It wasn’t like he didn’t want that, he just never had a girlfriend before. He had spent his early years being a loner, then quickly joined Shishitoren in adulthood- full relationships seemed too complicated for his life.

His fingers flexed, easing up on the cup. “Yes. You are my girlfriend.” He says with no enthusiasm to be heard.

“Are you okay with that?” She shifted a bit, mind and body pulling away from him. He stared at her for a moment, struggling to find the right words. Of course he was, it just scared him a bit.

“Yes,” he pauses, setting the cup down with a sigh. “It's just new for me.” Her eyes go wide at his admission. "Oh, I didn't realize... Is this your first serious relationship?" Togame nods, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"My life hasn't exactly been conducive to long-term commitments," he says, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "But with you... I want to try."

She reaches out, intertwining her fingers with his. "I'm honored," she says softly. "And a little nervous, to be honest. I don't have much experience either."

Togame squeezes her hand back. "We'll figure it out." he assures her, bringing her hand to his lips for a soft kiss. The gesture feels both foreign and natural at the same time, his gut still twisting slightly.

A comfortable silence falls between them as they process this new development in their relationship. Togame finds himself both thrilled and terrified by the prospect of being someone's boyfriend. It's a role he never imagined himself in, yet with her, it feels right.

"So," she says after a moment, a playful glint in her eye. "Does this mean I get to call you 'honey' or "‘babe’ in public?"

Togame chuckles, shaking his head. "Don't push your luck," he warns teasingly. "I still have a reputation to maintain."

She laughs, the sound warming him from the inside out. "Fair enough, Togame-sama," she says, emphasizing the honorific with a wink.

The table gets cleared by the helpful Naoki, while Togame helps her to her feet. He takes a moment to pull her close and place a small kiss on her lips. She pulls back, lashes fluttering in surprise at his public display.

"Where to now?" she asks gently, the real question “Can we stay together a bit longer?” Clear as day for him.

Togame considers for a moment. Part of him wants to take her back to his place, to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her body. But he also knows she needs rest, time to recover from their earlier activities, and the mental jumps they took today.

"How about a city drive?" he suggests. She enthusiastically nods back. "That sounds perfect." He leads her back to the car, holding her hand as she settles back into the passenger seat. He enters his side just as her fingers hover over the radio, waiting to snag the bluetooth again- which makes him chuckle.

He pulls out onto the street while taking her hand, intertwining their fingers. The gentle melody from her playlist fills the car once again, creating a soothing atmosphere. The city lights blur past them as they drive, neither feeling the need to break the comfortable silence.

Togame steals glances at her profile, admiring the way the passing streetlights illuminate her features. She looks relaxed, and content. A small smile playing at her lips as she hums along to the music. He feels a warmth spreading through his chest, a feeling he's not ready to name yet.

They drive for a while, winding through the city streets. Togame takes them past some of his favorite spots - a hidden park with a stunning view of the skyline, a small bridge over a canal that's particularly beautiful at night. He points out each location, sharing little snippets of how he found them.

A brightly lit amusement park pulls into view making her eyes light up. "Oh, I love ferris wheels!" she says wistfully.

"We'll have to go soon, before its cold." he says, squeezing her hand gently. "I bet the view from the top is amazing."

She turns to him, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Really? You'd go on a ferris wheel with me?"

He nods, surprised by how much he wants to make her happy. "Of course. Though I might need some convincing to try any of the other rides."

She laughs with her whole chest, making him smile as well. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from the scary roller coasters." she teases. He was absolutely in trouble.

As they continue their drive, Togame finds himself opening up more, sharing stories from his past that he's never told anyone before. She listens intently, asking questions and offering her own experiences in return. It's a level of intimacy he's not used to, but he finds himself craving more.

"So, tell me more about your family," Togame asks, genuinely curious about her background.

She hesitates for a moment before responding. "Well, my parents are married. Mom is from Japan and Dad is from America. I’m closest with my dad but my mom always means well. We're not super close, and she worries a lot."

Togame nods, understanding the complexities of family dynamics all too well. "And what does she think about you being in Makochi?"

A nervous laugh escapes her lips. "It was sorta her idea. My aunt needed help due to her failing health, and I guess Toma is always busy. She made a joke about me staying in Japan since I didn’t want to take all 12 classes she wanted- like she would have." She sighed out, the pressure from her family showing upon her shoulders. “She has always been like that…family, duty, studies. It's a lot.”

Togame raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. "Better to have a family that cares, than ones who never call."

“True, my dad texts me a lot! Auntie already told him I have a new friend.”

Togame raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. "A friend, huh? Is that what I am?"

She blushes, playfully swatting his arm. "You know what I mean. I couldn't exactly tell her I was shacking up with a yakuza boss."

The word 'shacking up' sends a thrill through Togame. He likes the idea of her living with him, being there when he comes home, waking up to her every morning. He did have an apartment, but he never used it. At some point he was in his office so much it became annoying to walk all the way home just to get an emergency call to head back. Eventually he just caved and had a room furnished for him amongst everyone else.

"Fair enough," he concedes. "Though I hope you'll introduce me someday."

"You'd want to meet my parents?" The disbelief in her voice nearly insulted him. He was a yazuka leader, not some uncivil cunt that would fuck her and leave.

Togame shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant even though her comment had irked him a touch. "Eventually, yes. If this is going to be serious, I want to do things right."

She's quiet for a moment, processing his words. When she speaks again, her voice is soft, almost reverent. "I'd like that." she looks back over at him with a nervous glance.

“About Toma…am I allowed to see him soon?” She asks softly, almost like she expected him to blow up on the matter.

“I already told him he could visit you at your aunts house whenever he likes.” He offers up casually. Togame was under the impression that Hiragi would have already stopped by, or at least let her know when he would. It was silly, but he found it amusing they fought so hard to get her back but couldn’t be bothered to visit.

“What do you mean?” she turns her body to fully look at him.

“Just as I said. The agreement was set in place so he could visit whenever he likes. No one will bother him if he is visiting you.”

She stares at Togame, processing his words. "Wait, so... you're not keeping me from seeing Toma?" Her voice is a mixture of relief and something softer. He wonders if she realized it was Hiragi's choice not to visit.

Togame's brow furrows slightly. "Of course not. I may be possessive, but I won't be cruel to you. He's your family." He glances at her, noting the surprise on her face. "Did you think I would forbid him from seeing you?"

She shifts in her seat, looking crestfallen. " I wasn't sure. Given everything that's happened, I thought maybe..."

Togame sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I’m sure he just needs time. He and I have history, I am sure he is just shocked." he pauses, realizing Hiragi’s distance isn't really about him. It was likely about her, walking away without a word. “If Hiragi is half the man I think he is, he’ll visit soon.” Togame was positive Hiragi would come around, whether it was to fight him or reconnect with her- it would happen one way or another.

She's quiet for a moment, processing this information. When she speaks again, her voice is filled with emotion. "Yeah, I am sure you’re right."

He nods, reaching over to take her hand again. "Usually am." he says with a cheeky grin. She levels him with a look only a woman can give before letting out a small laugh and shaking her head.

As they continue driving, the city lights blurring past them, she leans her head against the window, lost in thought. Togame can almost see the gears turning in her mind as she processes everything.

"Can I ask you something?" she says suddenly, turning to face him.

"Of course," Togame replies, curious about what's on her mind now.

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "What exactly does being your girlfriend mean? In terms of...well, everything. Your work, your life, us?" Togame is quiet for a moment, considering her questions slowly. It's something he's been thinking about too- but hasn't fully worked.

"It means you're mine," he says matter of factly. "But it also means I'm yours. I'll protect you, provide for you, be there for you. But I also expect loyalty and discretion." He pauses, choosing his next words carefully. "My work is dangerous, and there will be things I can't tell you. Can you accept that?"

She nods slowly. "Yes. As long as you're honest with me about what you can be." He nods, not having much more to offer in the conversation.

“One more question.” She says after a long pause. “What do you do? How do you make money?” The question didn’t really bother him, but he is curious as to why she wants to know.

“First, tell me why you want to know? You won't be involved.” He watches closely, waiting for her answer. “Well, it was explained to me that Bofurin are just unofficial law enforcement- not yakuza…” she pauses as Togame’s chest tightens with a sly smile, a laugh threatening to burst from his face.

“Is that so?” He barks out a laugh, unable to hold it in any longer. Of course they would tell her they were rent-a-cops. That was so far from the truth it bordered on fantasy rather than a lie. He desperately wanted to ask who told her something that ridiculous, but he already had a hunch.

“Yes, and I might have to defend myself- defend you since they aren’t yakuza I guess.” She offers her explanation which only led to him frowning. He didn’t need someone to defend his actions- he made them with intention.

“Bullshit. They are the same, that I promise you. Bofurin may keep themselves free of nasty labels but I assure you- there is nothing different about them.” He laughs again, unable to keep it down. How much he loathed Bofurin talking shit on his organization when they were in the mud with him. While he didn’t wish to be defended, he was more than happy to set some records straight.

“Not to mention the generous amounts of money they accept from me to move products through their territory.” He took a long breath, settling down from his laughter. “And to answer your question, Shishitoren makes most of its money selling drugs, and other contraband.” He was focused on the road but saw her shoulders stiffen nonetheless.

“Oh. Drugs.” she looks down at her lap. “That is kind of awful.” she finally admits, and he is in full agreement.

“It is. No need to defend it.” He casually states, unbothered by something so obvious to him.

“Wait, what?” The look on her face was priceless but he didn’t laugh this time. She needed to understand something very simple about him. He was good at his job, but that didn’t mean he thought his job was good.

“Don’t defend me, or what I do. It's not necessary. You need only accept it.” She stares at him, clearly taken aback by his blunt admission. "I don't know what to say," she finally manages.

Togame keeps his eyes on the road, his expression neutral. "You don't need to say anything. I'm not asking for your approval."

A heavy silence falls between them. Togame can feel the tension radiating from her, but he found it kind of cute the way she tried to work through everything. He waits patiently, giving her the space to fully come to terms with his words.

"I certainly don’t like it, but I accept it." she says with confidence, and he fully believes her.

Togame nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That's all I ask."

She takes a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. "Can I ask, do you ever wish things were different? That you could do something else?"

Togame considers her question with a slight frown. It's not something he often allows himself to think about. "Sometimes," he admits after a long pause. "But this is the life I've chosen, for better or worse. I'm good at what I do, and I take care of my people. That has to be enough."

She nods slowly, absorbing his words. "I understand, but it's certainly more complicated than I thought. "

"Life often is." Togame agrees, reaching over to take her hand. He's relieved when she doesn't pull away. Togame feels a weight lift from his shoulders. He's never been this open with anyone before, never allowed someone to see the complexities of his world. It felt nice to have her know and choose to embrace him still.

"Thank you," she says softly, squeezing his hand. "For trusting me enough to share."

Togame brings her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Thanks for not running away."

She laughs softly, some of the tension dissipating. "Well, I am in a moving car. Running isn't really an option right now."

Togame chuckles, grateful for her attempt at humor. "Fair point. I'll have to remember that strategy for future difficult conversations."

As they approach her aunt's neighborhood, Togame feels a pang of reluctance. He's not ready for this night to end, not ready to let her go just yet. But he knows she needs time to process everything, to come to terms with the reality of his world.

"We're almost back to your home." he says softly, giving her hand another squeeze. The atmosphere in the car shifts. It's not tense, exactly, but there's a new heaviness to the air. Togame knows they've crossed a threshold in their relationship, one that can't be undone.

There's a moment of hesitation before she responds. "Actually, could I stay with you tonight? I don't want this to end yet."

Togame's heart skips a beat at her request. He hadn't expected her to want to stay, but the idea of having her in his bed all night is incredibly appealing. Togame can't help the smile that spreads across his face at her request.

"Of course, I’d like that." he says, trying to keep his voice neutral despite the surge of excitement he feels. “Do you need to inform your aunt?” He asks quickly after confirming he’d like her to stay, recalling she was always running errands for her aunt.

"Oh, right," she says, fumbling for her phone. "I should let her know I won't be home tonight."

As she types out a quick message to her aunt, Togame changes course, heading towards his private apartment instead of Orion Stars. He rarely uses it, preferring to stay at the Shishitoren complex most nights, but tonight he wants privacy. Just the two of them, away from prying eyes and the pressures of his world.

"All set," she says, putting her phone away. "I told her I was staying with a friend." Togame nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "Another friend huh?"

She blushes, playfully swatting his arm. "Well, I couldn't exactly tell her I was spending the night with my yakuza boyfriend, now could I?" The word 'boyfriend' sends a charge through his entire spine- goosebumps forming on his arm. It's still new, still strange to hear, but he finds he likes it more than he expected.

His apartment building comes into view, and a gasp makes him look over at her for a second- her face bright red. He looks back at the apartment a bit confused. It's a modern high-rise but nothing special. He parks in his private spot and leads her to the elevator, his hand resting on the small of her back.

"This is where you live?" she asks, awe evident in her voice as they step into the elevator.

Togame shrugs, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. "I don't spend much time here, to be honest." The elevator opens directly into his penthouse apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a decent view of the Makochi skyline. The space is minimally furnished, all clean lines and muted colors. If he were completely honest it was now embarrassing to realize there is nothing personal in his apartment either.

"Make yourself at home," Togame says, shrugging off his jacket. "Would you like something to drink?" She nods, still taking in the surroundings. "Water would be great, thanks." she responds while touching a statue in the living room- he had no idea where it came from.

As Togame moves to the kitchen, he watches her out of the corner of his eye. She's exploring the space, running her fingers over the unused furniture, peering out at the city lights below. He's struck by how right she looks here, in his private space- maybe he could move her in. It would be safer than her room being in a one story house, her room facing the street.

He returns with two glasses of water, handing one to her. "So," he says, taking a sip from his own glass. "What shall we do with the rest of our evening?"

She takes a long drink, her eyes never leaving his. When she sets down the glass, there's a glint in her eye that sends heat coursing through his body.

"I have a few ideas," she says, stepping closer to him. Her hands come to rest on his chest, and Togame feels his breath catch in his throat.

"Is that so?" he mumbles, setting his own glass aside to wrap his arms around her waist. "Care to share?"

Instead of answering, she rises up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his. Togame responds immediately, deepening the kiss as he pulls her flush against him. His hands roam her body, reacquainting themselves after a long day. She moans softly into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along her jaw to her ear. "Are you sure?" he murmurs, nipping gently at her earlobe. "You're still sore from earlier."he reminds her, no way he was letting pretend otherwise.

She nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm sure. I want you, Togame." That's all the encouragement he needs. In one swift motion, he lifts her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her gently on the bed, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her sprawled across his sheets.

"You're beautiful." he says, his voice low and reverent. He begins to undress her slowly, savoring each inch of skin as it's revealed. She watches him with glassy eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation.

Once all her skin was laying bare before him, Togame strips off his own clothes, never taking his eyes off her. He joins her on the bed, hovering over her, his lips just inches from hers.

"Tell me what you want." he requests, his hand trailing down her side.

She arches into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. "I want you to fuck me." she demands-which he fucking loves. Togame groans, capturing her lips in a tongue filled kiss. His hand continues its path along her skin, finding her already wet and ready for him. He works her slowly, building her pleasure with practiced strokes. Her moans were something akin to music, affecting him so strongly he almost didn’t want to stop fingering her.

When she's writhing beneath him, begging for more, Togame finally removes his fingers from her dripping pussy. He grabs a pillow then gingerly lifts her still pink ass off the bed, shoving the pillow below her for a better angle. She moans wantonly as he rubs his cock against her clit. Her hips buck up, urging him on and that is all he needs. Togame guides himself into her body, nice and slow. They both gasp at the sensation, the feeling of her consuming his thoughts. He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust deep and purposeful.

As they move together, Togame is struck by the intensity of his feelings for her. It's more than just physical attraction or his possessiveness. There's a warmth in his chest, a tenderness he's never experienced during sex- it was too much to handle while he was inside her.

He pushes the thoughts aside, focusing instead on bringing her pleasure. His fingers find her clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. She cries out, her nails digging into his back as she approaches her peak quickly.

"Come for me," Togame growls, feeling his own release building just as rapidly. "Let go. I've got you." With a final and incredibly loud cry, she shatters around him, her body clenching and trembling. The sight and feel of her orgasm push Togame over the edge, and he follows her with a deep groan. For the second time today, his come spills inside her body, making them both moan. He takes a few more lazy pumps while she whines about loving his come inside her. He blinks hard trying to block out her rambling so he didn’t get hard again, which was very difficult due to her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for everything he had. She whines as he pulls out, opening her arms to him.

Togame collapses into her embrace, also pulling her close as they both catch their breath. He presses soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, unable to get enough of her. They lie tangled together, skin slick with sweat and come, hearts beating in tandem.

She nuzzles into his chest, her breathing starting to even out. "I could get used to this," she murmurs sleepily.

Togame tightens his arms around her, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings. "Me too," he admits softly, the words barely audible. He takes a moment to shift her body, enough to grab the pillow and toss it to the floor.

Her breathing deepens after a few minutes, signaling she drifted off to sleep. He pulls the covers over them both, tucking her securely against his side. For a while Togame finds himself wide awake staring at her peaceful face. It takes him about an hour to settle but eventually, exhaustion begins to set in. As sleep starts to claim him, he's struck by a sudden realization. For the first time in his life, he's not alone in his bed and he never wants to be again.

"Stay with me." he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep even though he knew she couldn’t hear him. With one last look at her face he falls into a dreamless sleep- eager to see her in the morning.

Kotoha POV - Earlier that Day

Kotoha stares blankly at her phone, tears slowly welling up in her eyes. She can’t understand how this happened. Just yesterday she was shopping and having crepes with her friend, and now she is wondering if her friend is even safe enough to talk.

Kotoha's fingers hover over the phone, desperately wanting to call or text back despite her saying she was completely fine. How could she be fine? Togame Jo is controlling her every move. There was no way she could be fine, right?

“Is she alright?” Sakura says slowly, noting Kotoha’s tears. She bites her lip, shaking her head in defeat.

“I don’t know, she said there was no reason to worry. But why does it not feel like that?” She asks no one in particular. Several of the Bofurin men move to the counter to offer support.

“Hajime said Hiragi could visit anytime, and that she can come here as well- even if there were some conditions.” Suo offers, she could tell it was a weak attempt but it still helped.

Kotoha sighs, wiping away her tears. "I know, but it still feels wrong. She should be able to see her friends whenever she wants, not have to get permission."

Suo nods sympathetically. "I understand. It's a difficult situation."

“I think you did a good job with the scarf code word!” Nirei offers up making Kotoha smile. It was silly, and felt sorta weird in the moment but she was glad her friend at least had some way to ask for help.

"Maybe we could invite her over for tea soon?" Suo suggests gently. "That way we can see for ourselves how she's doing."

Kotoha nods slowly. "That's a good idea. I'll text her and see if she's free sometime this week."

As she types out the message, Kotoha couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her gut. She wants to believe her friend was truly okay, but something felt off. The call had seemed forced, like she was trying too hard to convince everyone that everything was fine.

"Do you think..." Kotoha hesitates, not wanting to voice her darkest fears. "Do you think Togame could be forcing her to say these things?" The room fell silent at her words. It was the question they'd all been afraid to ask.

"I don't know," Sakura says finally. "But if he is, we'll figure it out. We won't abandon her."

Kotoha nods back in response, feeling a small spark of determination. Whatever was really going on, they would get to the bottom of it. Her friend wasn't alone, Kotoha would make sure of it.

"Maybe we should talk to Hiragi," Nirei suggests. "He might want to visit her soon."

"Good idea," Kotoha agrees. "I'll give him a call later today." Slowly the others drifted back to their own conversations, while Kotoha stared down at her phone again.

"We'll figure this out," she whispers to herself. "Just hang in there. We're here for you, whether you know it or not." it was a promise, and everyone knew Kotoha Tachibana kept her promises.

With a deep breath, Kotoha pockets her phone and turns her attention back to work. But her mind keeps drifting to her friend, hoping desperately that she truly was safe and happy in her new situation. Only time would tell if her fears were justified or not.

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