or, alternatively, things they do that have women sighing in disappointment as they look at their boyfriends.
featuring: endo yamato, suo hayato, and kaji ren
MASTERLIST
Endo Yamato
Three words: scary dog privilege.
Nobody in Makochi or even in neighbouring towns dared to send a wrong glance your way — let alone a whistle or unwanted touch. Very few people were stupid enough to piss off Endo Yamato, and no one was stupid enough to piss off Endo Yamato by harassing his girl. But what especially caught people’s attention was how unwilling he was to leave your side. No matter the time or day, Endo was not letting his girl walk home alone at night, even if it meant staying outside the library for two hours on a weekend.
“Yamato?” You said, surprised. It was close to midnight, and you and your friends were just exiting the library building when you caught sight of your boyfriend leaning by the exit gates. He was dressed in a black tank top, which released a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, and grey sweatpants. His lips curled in a small smile as he caught sight of your figure, illuminated by the soft lights of the library. Beautiful, he thought.
“Hey, pretty,” he greeted, coming forward to take your books and bag from your hand. He slung your bag over his shoulder and reached out his free hand to intertwine with yours. “Ready to go home?”
“Were you waiting for long?” You asked, worried. “I am sorry, I didn’t know you were here. I would’ve left ear—”
“Hey, don’t sweat it,” he interrupted. “You know I would never let you walk home alone at night. And anyway, I wasn’t waiting for that long.” (He left the house as soon as he saw your text that you were going to be late tonight. That was three hours ago.)
“(Name),” your friend called out. “Is that your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, he came to pick me up,” you said, a soft smile playing on your face as you squeezed his hand. I love you. His green eyes shone with fondness as he squeezed back gently. I love you too.
Behind you, your friends let out a collective groan as they recounted the various excuses their boyfriends had given:
“Mine said he has school tomorrow, so he can’t be awake so late.”
“Mine said he had to log in for an online game later and disconnected the call!”
“Seriously? Mine didn’t even pick up the phone!”
You chuckled. “Sorry, guys. But looks like I won the boyfriend lottery.”
SUO HAYATO
“You know,” you started, slipping on your favourite earrings, a miniature version of the ones Suo wears regularly. He bought it for your six-month anniversary so you guys could match. “My girl friends hate going on a double date with us.”
“Oh? I never noticed. Why’s that?” Your boyfriend asked, sitting on your bed as he watched you get ready for Umemiya’s barbecue party. In the mirror, you could see your boyfriend’s fond expression as he watched you apply lip gloss, and your lips curled in a huge grin.
“Because you’re too perfect.”
“Hm?” He made a surprised noise. “Me? But that couldn’t possibly be so when it’s you who arrives on these dates looking so pretty and perfect.”
“See!” You suddenly turned around and wildly jabbed your finger in his direction. “That is exactly what I meant. Every time after a double date, my friends always compare their boyfriends to you. You pull my chair every time we go to a cafe or restaurant, know my order by heart, lay a napkin on my lap, remove tomatoes from my food because I hate them, and you always give me your dessert at the end of every meal.” You threw your hands up in mock despair. “And this is not even counting the countless compliments you give me throughout the date. Or that you get me flowers without asking, hold my stuff, walk me back from school, even though Furin is far from our school, and you have patrol daily. My friends are sick and tired of you because their boyfriends can’t even do the bare minimum, and you’re out here giving me the entire world!”
Suo blinked in surprise. “But what I am doing is the bare minimum. How can someone not show their partners the basic love and respect they deserve?”
You stood up from your vanity and leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead. “Every day, I fall for you even more. How did I get so lucky?”
Suo cradled your face and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “You deserve everything in this world, and I will not stop until I give you the whole world.”
Kaji Ren
Kaji knew he was in trouble when he saw Enomoto, Kusumi, and Umemiya grinning like maniacs. Behind them, Hiragi gave him an apologetic look. Oh yeah, he was definitely screwed.
“What?” He grumbled, eyeing the clown trio with suspicion. Somehow, that seemed to fuel their mirth more as they openly started giggling like toddlers.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe how fast Kaji has grown up!” Umemiya wiped a fake tear from his eye. Enomoto was now openly cackling, and even Hiragi was chuckling.
Kaji was wondering if he should make a run for it when a phone was suddenly shoved in his face. It took him a second to focus, but once he realised what he was looking at, his face turned the colour of the ripest tomato, and the lollipop fell from his mouth as his jaw slackened.
“H-How did you even get this?”
It was a photo of you and Kaji from yesterday when you went grocery shopping. In the photo, Kaji was holding 4 huge bags in each hand while you walked beside him, hands empty, a blissful expression on your face as you ate your mango ice cream. Even your pink sling bag was on Kaji’s shoulder; he had refused to let you carry anything. And as if that wasn’t enough, there was a dopey, lovesick expression on his face as he stared at you with fond eyes and a small smile, a far cry from his rough and brash demeanour.
What took him out even more was that the photo was posted on Makochi’s residential group by the old lady from whom you’d purchased your ice cream, with the caption: “I have never seen Kaji-kun look so happy before. He even paid for her ice cream despite her protests. Ah, young love!”
Ah, fuck. He was screwed.
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Sakura thinks he's gotten to know his fellow Bofurin members pretty well.
Suo likes to be a tease. Nirei likes to know everything about the people he admires. Hiragi is a worrier and Umemiya is a fantastic leader.
He thinks he knows about Ren Kaji, too. He's a hothead, who likes to keep to himself and doesn't let others mess with his personal bubble.
Except, Sakura is coming to realize, there's an exception.
And it's you.
He doesn't notice it right away. You're not a member of Bofurin, but just someone who hangs around. A friend of the second years, really. He knows enough about you to know that you've been friends with Kaji since middle school, and that's about it.
Oh, another thing Sakura knows about you.
Kaji lets you get away with things that would get a lesser man beaten up.
first offense: stealing his candy
Sakura isn't sure why he’s trailing behind Tamon team's second years on patrol, but he’s doing his job diligently. Kaji is leading the group, with Enomoto and Kusumi close by. It's been a relatively slow afternoon, and he's thankful that he doesn't have to worry about chasing down any losers that wander into town.
That's when you appear.
You're in your school uniform, he notices, but what grabs his attention most is how you easily slide up to the second year's grade captain.
"Hey, Ren," You smile the moment Kaji tugs his headphones off of one ear. There's not much emotion on his face, but the fact that he's even acknowledging you shows how much he cares.
"You just get out of club?" Kaji asks, and Kusumi pulls Enomoto and Sakura away to give you a moment of privacy to chat. You offer the boys smiles as they pass, but you're much too entranced by Kaji before you to pay them much mind.
"Yeah," You nod, assuring him. Your smile melts into a pout, and you watch as Kaji's eyes track the change despite his expression staying fixed neutral. "I'm supposed to go to extra tutoring classes now, but I'd rather skip."
"idiot," He huffs before he, most likely, even thinks. You don't blanch at the abrasive comment like most would, though. Instead, the edges of your smile start to come back. "You're too worried about your grades to skip tutoring."
He's right, but you don't feel like admitting it.
"It'll be almost dark by the time I'm out, though." You're pouting again, fingers twisting in the fabric of your uniform skirt. It's not that you're nervous; more so in need of something to occupy your hands while you chat.
"Text me what time and I'll walk you home." Kaji offers casually, though you see the red flush starting to creep up from under the neckline of his sweatshirt. "Don't be stupid and walk home at night alone."
"Okay," You roll your eyes, dragging out the two syllable word, but you're smiling nonetheless. "You have a funny way of showing you care, Ren."
"Shut up." He huffs, the exasperated sound drawing a laugh out of you. It's light and airy, and you don't miss the way Kaji seems to flush brighter at the sound.
You wish you could stay and talk all evening with him, but you really do have places you need to be. With a sigh, you pout once more and check the time on your phone.
"Shit. I've got to run or else I'll be late." You groan, shoving your phone back into your pocket. You take a step forward, towards Kaji, and that's when it happens.
Sakura can only watch—in utter horror—as you shove your hand into the front pocket of Kaji's hoodie. Right where he keeps his candy stash hidden away.
You do it so casually, so naturally, Sakura almost doesn't believe his eyes. It's over in nearly the blink of an eye, too, before you emerge with a stolen lollipop clenched tight between your fingers.
From where he's watching with the others a few paces away, Sakura braces, waiting for Kaji's shouts to back off of him.
But it doesn't come.
Instead, Kaji sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a second lollipop—extending it to you silently. You're grinning as you collect it alongside your stolen candy, and Sakura is trying to figure out how you're getting away with extra lollipops and no shouting.
He can only watch, in both confusion and amazement, as you accomplish a task no other would be able to.
You leave with a cheery goodbye, and Sakura is left with ears burning red after witnessing the situation.
verdict: not guilty
second offense: touching his headphones
Sakura thinks it might be a one-off thing. That Kaji might've just been in a rare good mood, or figured it might look bad if he shouted at you in the street on patrol.
They're not very likely, but it's all he has to work with.
Until a few days later, there's an impromptu Bofurin dinner at a local restaurant.
It's Tamon team leadership, mostly. Plus Umemiya, who makes up in energy to fill the space. The dinner is fine, nothing remarkable, until just before orders are placed and you arrive.
He hasn't seen you since he ran into you on patrol, and Sakura can only watch as you take the last open seat next to Kaji.
Kusumi, Sakura realizes later, had vacated his spot to make room for you.
You're smiling at everyone as you join the rowdy group of Bofurin boys. Kaji barely glances up from the menu as you sit down, but you do feel him knock his leg against yours under the table in acknowledgment.
He's wearing his headphones inside the restaurant, so you know something is bothering him. Probably from patrol, or class, and you make a note to ask him later before diving into the conversations happening around the table.
"I didn't know you'd be coming!" Umemiya cheers loudly, just as soon as you're settled. Hiragi hisses for him to quiet down, but the warning falls on deaf ears.
"I wasn't," You admit, toying with the edge of the menu to busy your hands. "But Ren texted and said to meet you guys out."
There's a chorus of 'oh, that makes sense' that rings out from around the table, and the topic swiftly moves on. You're quick to decide what you want from the menu and set it aside, pulling out a pen from your purse instead of joining Umemiya's conversation regarding vegetable plants.
There's a paper napkin on the table sitting between you and Kaji, and you draw a nine-square grid on it without saying a word. In the center, you mark the letter x, playing your first move.
You press your knee sideways into Kaji's thigh, leaving it there even after you get his attention.
With you offering him the pen, he knows what you want and he's quick to acquiesce. He doesn't remove his headphones, though, and you pout at the action.
He marks an o in the top right corner of the grid.
You get through three silent games of tic-tac-toe—moving closer into his space each turn—before the waitress comes back around to take the orders. There's nothing of note happening, until she gets to Kaji, who can't hear her ask what he wants with his headphones still on and blaring music.
You react before anyone can even wave to get his attention, much to Sakura's horror.
One moment there's silence, waiting for Kaji to realize he's being spoken to, and the next—you're pulling his headphones off and holding them close to your body, out of his reach.
"Ren," You call his name gently, headphones still clutched in your hands. You nod your head in the direction of the waitress, catching him up to what's happening around him. "What're you ordering?"
Sakura expects there to be a blowout, right there in the middle of the restaurant. He's never seen anyone touch Kaji's headphones besides Kaji, and you just tugged him right off his head without any preamble.
Instead, Kaji just looks at the waitress and gives his order in a bored tone. He makes a note that he's paying for your meal, too, and no one else at the table seems to bat an eye.
"Put my headphones in your bag," Kaji tells you flatly. He's not ordering you around, but he's earned the stern attention of Hiragi down the table for his response. You don't need the older boy to help rein Kaji in, though, because you don't even flinch before leveling him with a pointed look. Kaji huffs, the tips of his ears suddenly tinged red. "Please."
"That's more like it." You grin, happily stuffing Kaji's precious headphones into your purse for the remainder of dinner. "I'll keep 'em safe, Ren."
"Yeah," Kaji huffs, fiddling with the pen and not looking directly at you. He's entirely too apathetic about headphones he's never seen without, and it doesn't make sense to Sakura. "Whatever. Your turn."
Sakura can only watch as you and Kaji go back to your own little world, heads ducked close together and mumbling about the game you're playing on a napkin.
Sakura flushes. He thinks he's starting to put the pieces together.
verdict: not guilty
third offense: taking his clothes
Sakura doesn't really mean to catch the third time Ren Kaji should blown up on you.
It's just, Pothos Café is his place. It's part of his daily routine, a place of comfort, whether he wants to admit it or not. He doesn't go into the café one weekend morning for breakfast with the intent of observing you and Kaji, but it's just something that happens.
The two of you are already seated in a corner booth by the time he arrives. Papers strewn out across the space, two mugs of coffee and a single plate already emptied of its contents. You wave to Sakura, and he waves back, but then he sits at the counter to order and you go back to work.
It took a lot of work to convince Kaji to go out and study with you on a Saturday morning. Really, you're impressed with yourself that you managed to pull it off.
Though, he has spent the better part of your study time looking at his phone, headphones sat around his shoulders but blasting music so loud you could hear it from across the table.
The spirit is there, at least.
"Are you getting any more coffee?" You ask Kaji, breaking the silence that had fallen over your chosen booth while you worked through a mountain of homework. You've been eyeing your empty mug for the past five minutes, debating about asking Kotoha behind the counter for a refill.
"Why? You want some?" Kaji counters with a question, looking up from his phone for the first time in a while. You guess he more so agreed to go to Pothos with you than to go to Pothos and study.
"Yeah, I think." You decide, setting down your pencil with the intention to get up and ask for a refill. But you don't get to move more than a few inches before Kaji is up, your mug in hand as he walks towards the counter.
You smile as you watch him go, asking Kotoha for a second mug so your studying isn't interrupted. It's silly, really, how such small things make you so happy.
While he's up, you spot his bag sitting on the opposite side of the booth just as the chill of the café suddenly gets to you.
"Ren, I'm taking your sweatshirt!" You call out, more as an announcement than asking for permission. By the time Sakura turns his head to look, you're already digging in his bag to look for the aforementioned article of clothing.
Kaji is leaning against the counter, near enough to Sakura that he's cautious as he waits for his response. If not shouting, Sakura thinks, then at least a stern warning to stay out of his stuff.
Instead, Kaji shrugs, barely looking up from his phone to see what you're doing.
"'Kay," Kaji mumbles, waiting for Kotoha to refill your coffee. "Don't spill shit on it this time."
"I won't," You reply cheerily, tugging the sweatshirt on and getting back to work.
Like it's all normal.
Sakura feels his mind stall, then his face flush. Kaji had said this time. Which means you've taken his clothes more than once. Sakura feels like he might combust if he thinks about it too long, so instead he turns and blushes into his plate of omelette rice.
He tries to pretend he doesn't hear Kotoha snickering.
verdict: not guilty. possibility of repeat offenses.
final offense: letting some no name shishitoren boy get too close to you
Sakura has no idea what occasion Umemiya managed to come up with for Bofurin's latest mixer at the school.
It's not just Furin High in attendance, but Shishitoren and other friends, too. Like you. He doesn't think much of it when he sees you arrive early on in the party, his focus more so on surviving an evening of Suo's public teasing.
It's not until later when Nirei grabs his arm and whisper-shouts your name that Sakura realizes something might be wrong.
"Oh no." Nirei panics, setting Sakura on edge and merely gaining Suo's attention. "Kaji isn't going to be happy about this..."
"What's happening now?" Sakura is on alert, head swiveling around to find the source of Nirei's panic. All he finds are party goers enjoying the drinks and snacks painstakingly set out on tables, mixing and chatting like any normal event.
"Ah, I see." Suo hums, though his smirk doesn't fade, so Sakura thinks it shouldn't be too bad. "Poor boy won't know what'll hit him."
"The hell are you two on about?" Sakura snaps, tired of looking around like an idiot and being the only one not in the know. It's then that Nirei repeats your name and points, picking you out of the crowd.
You're on the outskirts of the mixer, near one of the refreshment tables. You're talking from somebody he doesn't recognize from Shishitoren, and Sakura's face immediately flushes when he takes in the boy's body language.
Clearly, you're being hit on.
From what he can see, you're being a good sport about it. You've always been kind every time he spoke to you, and he doesn't think this time is different.
But even from so far away, Sakura can tell that you're not interested.
"What's the big deal? If he's making her uncomfortable, we can step in." Sakura shrugs, watching your interaction with the Shishitoren boy closely for any signs that you want out of the conversation.
"That is the big deal." Suo croons, point unsubtly to a new figure on the scene. Kaji.
Sakura can only watch as Kaji storms up to you and the Shishitoren boy, frown etched so deeply onto his face it can only scream trouble. Still, you only smile at Kaji, far brighter than what you had given the other boy.
Kaji pulls his lollipop from his mouth like he's going to start yelling. You shove the candy back in to muffle whatever he had to say.
"Uh," Sakura can't look away from the scene. He's ready to interrupt if Kaji starts to blow a fuse, but he knows Enomoto, Kusumi, or Hiragi would be better suited to help. "Should we—"
He interrupts himself, then, when you wrap your hand around Kaji's and drag him in the direction of the school. He watches until the two of you disappear into the building, and it's then that he looks at his two friends.
"What was that?" Sakura asks, but his face is starting to burn a deep crimson and he thinks he knows before anyone can answer his question.
"You didn't know?" Nirei asks, like anyone is as informed as him about members of Bofurin. Sakura just looks at him blankly, trying to avoid Suo's smug look at his blush. "They're dating. Have been, for a while."
And that... makes too much sense.
The one time Sakura sees Kaji get upset with you—and Kaji's not even upset with you. He's not mad. He's jealous.
Sakura's face is burning, now.
verdict: guilty
sentence: dealing with a pouty Ren Kaji
"Were you jealous, Ren?"
"No. Shut up." Your boyfriend fires off two quick to be believable.
Not to mention, he nearly just went off on the poor unsuspecting Shishitoren boy that was hitting on you.
You've snuck away from the mixer and into his empty classroom to take a break from the crowd. You're not sad to be away from the party, especially not when you're with Kaji.
"I can't believe it," You giggle, shaking your head. Perched atop a desk, you're sitting taller than Kaji. It doesn't help that he's slouched in a chair beside the desk you're on, arms crossed and headphones around his neck. "You were totally jealous."
"'M gonna leave if you don't stop." Kaji threatens, but you know it's empty. He's not convincing in the slightest—not when he leans forward to rest his elbow on your desk, chin propped up in the palm of his hand. "So what if I don't like seeing some idiot hit on my girlfriend?"
He's frowning, pouting, up at you. You're weak to the sight, and you know you need to reward him for expressing his feelings on the situation so openly.
"Sorry," You offer to soothe the burn of what had happened. Leaning forward, you press a short kiss to his pout. It's more of a peck than anything, and you know it's not enough to satisfy him. "I won't let it happen again. Cross my heart."
You sign over your chest, but before you could get through half the motion, Kaji grips your hand in his, threading your fingers together.
"Don't apologize for what that moron was doing." He's still frowning, and you know you have a while until you can get him back to normal.
You kiss him again.
Your boyfriend has a short temper, but never with you.
Umemiya forgets his strength with you sometimes, folding you into the most unforgiving of mating presses. he's got you pinned beneath him, his large hands interlaced tightly with yours as he bends you in half, your legs slung over his broad shoulders. his movements carry a raw, unbridled sort of desperation, every thrust so intense and unrelentingly rough. you can barely handle all of him- he's overwhelming, fucks you with a punishing stamina.
it's impossible to think when he's got you like this, the sweet, breathless words he pants against your skin nearly swallowed by the haze consuming your mind. his tone always takes on an edge of awe, almost reverent, cooing out things that have you flushing hotly—so good for me...so fucking perfect...you're everything i ever wanted—as he drives his cock deeper into you. his hips slam against yours with a force that makes your breath catch, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the air that's thick with the heavy scent of sex.
"Haji- please, I can't-" you're barely coherent, voice breaking as your vision blurs with tears from overwhelming pleasure. your head feels a little fuzzy. he's too big, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust and making you see stars. the sensitive walls of your cunt spasm weakly around him. it's too much.
"you can," Umemiya drops his head, damp strands of white hair brushing your collarbone, breath hot against your skin. he kisses your shoulder before brushing away the dampness gathering at your lashes with his lips. when he lifts his head again, you swallow thickly at the intense glint in his eyes. "just a little more- fuck, look at you, always taking me so beautifully- you feel so good. just let me use this perfect pussy a little longer, hm, baby?"
— 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨;
Hayato fucks you with a steady, measured rhythm, each thrust jolting your body up the bed and making it creak beneath you. there's a quiet power in his motions, every shift and glide igniting a growing heat within you. he moves with such purpose and care, making every second feel drawn out, each stroke of his cock more intimate than the last.
he likes to feel you, pinning your hips down with his, rolling against you languidly. your legs rest over his elbows, your fingers entwined with his. when he's got you like this, you can feel everything, see everything. you fixate on the way his lips are parted, reddened and swollen from your kisses. every pant and exhale from him brushes gently against your lips, sending a shiver through you. he likes to kiss you, swallowing your moans as his tongue slides against yours. you can see the slow draw of his cock in and out of you, hear the wet sounds of your cunt taking him, and it makes you tighten unconsciously.
“good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he tilts his hips so he can sink even deeper inside you. the soft tassel of one of his earrings brushes your cheek. “taking me so well."
you can't help but whimper, the closeness of him making everything feel more intense. the coil in your gut grows tighter.
"does it feel good?" he asks, his lips brushing the tip of your nose before gently trailing down to rest just above yours.
you nod, tilting your chin up so you meet his lips. "want…want more, Suo," you whine between soft kisses. your tone is needy, desperate, and you can feel his lips curve up into a small smile.
you mourn the loss of warmth when he pulls back, gripping your ankles to pull them over his shoulders. "then who am i to deny my girl what she wants?"
— 𝐊𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐑𝐞𝐧;
Kaji isn't one to speak much when he has you like this, your body bent in a way that you’ll be sure to feel the next day. his brows are furrowed in concentration as he moves, lost in the way you're sucking him in. the silence between you is thick, charged with tension, only broken by your soft whines and his low, breathy grunts.
but when he does speak, his voice low and rough with desire, it never fails to send shivers down your spine.
“fuck,” Kaji grits out, gripping your ankles tighter, “how are you still so fucking tight? your pussy trying to strangle me or something? i can barely move."
you know that's not true because in the next second, he's pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, knocking the breath right out of you. you moan, fisting the sheets by your head with one hand, the other bracing yourself against the bed's headboard.
his head falls back and you take the opportunity to look at him fully. he always gets some sort of way whenever you catch him staring- whether it's from embarrassment or something else, you can't say for sure. your gaze lands on the red marks along the sides of his arms, products from earlier in the evening when he had you pressed up against the wall. without even needing to see, you know there are deeper streaks on his back. he never seems to mind the scratches. in fact, you get the sense he might even be pleased by them- by the idea that you've marked him as yours in some way. the only acknowledgement he ever offers is an offhand grumbled remark the morning after about how insatiable you are. he has no room to say that, really, considering that every time he's done with you, you can hardly walk.
you're drawn out of your daze when Kaji suddenly pushes your legs down on either side of your head, bending you in half. you cry out, the new position sending shockwaves through you. "n-ngh! Ren, s'too...too much!"
"if you've got time to stare," Kaji's bangs graze your forehead as he leans over you, his voice raw and ragged, a testament to how you’re making him feel, "clearly i'm not fucking you hard enough."
— 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐉𝐨;
Togame fucks you slowly, with long strokes that pierce you to your very core. he’s methodical, deliberate, delights in seeing the way you writhe beneath him as he claims what's his. his hands are slotted under your knees, spreading your legs and pushing them back as far as they can go so he can see where the two of you are joined. he likes to watch- track the way his fat cock spears into you, the walls of your pussy stretched impossibly around his length. there's a filthy smirk on his lips as he gazes down at you, lazy satisfaction in his eyes.
"look at you," Togame huffs out a laugh, "you're gushing. you like me that much, huh?"
you're making a mess, staining the sheets beneath you with your juices. but you can't be blamed, not when Togame seems intent on carving the shape of his cock into the walls of your cunt. it feels like every thrust has his cock driving into you even deeper, harder. you hide your face with your arm, letting out choked whine. "J-Jo…"
"don't do that," his voice is low, "want to see that cute face when you squirt all over my cock."
he says that with such certainty, never mind that you've never actually even done that before. you slowly pull your arm away, reluctantly meeting his gaze as your chest rises and falls with effort. "p-please...Jo..."
"p-please what?" Togame teases, the tone in his voice making you want to hide your face once more. "please make you cum? please fill you up?"
you can only manage a nod, gasping when he punctuates each question with a harsh thrust. "unh- uh huh!"
"shit," Togame groans, his voice thick with breathlessness and a fervor matched by his quickening pace. "gonna let me knock you up, pretty girl? gonna let me fill this pussy up, give ya a kid?"
your cunt clenches around him.
Togame groans and bends over you, sinking his hands into the mattress on either side of your head. "well since you asked so nicely."
