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Would you be willing to spare more thoughts about brother’s best friend togame perhaps? just… curious… about your thoughts lily.. 👁️🤲
I am willing... to spare so many thoughts about him... god hes such a perv!!
brothers best friend!togame who's known your older brother since just about forever. But your family, they've always been a bit of the private sort, you know? Never talking much about other friends, family members. So it takes awhile before Togame even meets you. Hell, had no clue you even existed before one fateful day while you were staying at your brothers.
brothers best friend!togame who is immediately intrigued by your presence. Catching you just after you had woken up from a nap, baggy shirt and shorts covering your form as you reach for a cup on one of the high selves in the cabinet. Instantly, he can't help but think of what a cute little thing you are. Can't help but wonder what you're doing here of all places. Can't help the excitement he feels after he finds out you're his best friends sister, not just some random hook-up.
brothers best friend!togame who can't help the smile that forms on his lips as you try to jump for the top shelf. Arms just a little too short to reach. Doesn't stop himself from leaning beside you, making a snide little comment instead of helping-- hell, doesn't even offer to help until you ask. And you'll be damned if you ask him to help you. Especially not with how casual he is about his arogance. How it seems he just knows he can make your panties fall at the drop of a hat. You hate guys like him.
brothers best friend!togame who keeps finding excuses to come over to his friends place. Stupid reasons that really make no sense at all, just to get a glimpse at you. To see what you're wearing that day. To get a whiff of your perfume as you walk past him. You already knows he smiles when he gets that stuck up little attitude, the bratty one. The one he would love more than anything to fuck out of you if you just gave him one, little tiny chance.
You don't have to run
Just dropping some heart-warming shit
Warnings: Smut
All characters aged up ofc
The stillness in your apartment was almost palpable, the faint hum of the city beyond the windows barely cutting through the quiet. Jo Togame, the untouchable, second-in-command gang leader, sat just a few feet away from you—close enough to reach out, but distant in a way that always kept you guessing. You watched him stretch out on the couch, the soft light from your lamp casting shadows across his face. Jo’s usual sharpness had dulled, replaced by a kind of vulnerability that you had never seen in him before. It felt like a fragile moment—something rare and fleeting, like trying to hold onto smoke. You stood up, needing a moment to gather yourself. The air between you both was charged, heavy with unspoken things. Jo glanced up, watching as you moved toward the kitchen, but he didn’t say anything.
“Everything okay?” you asked, leaning against the counter. The words came out quieter than you expected. Jo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted, sitting up a little, eyes fixed on yours. “You ever wonder what it’s like to stop running from the truth? Running from your feelings?” he asked, the question hitting harder than anything before. You weren’t sure how to respond. Jo was always on the move—whether out with Choji or involved in gang activities. But now, here, in the quiet of your apartment, he seemed almost... tired. Tired of the chase, tired of the hype, tired of carrying the weight of being second, and tired of keeping his distance to avoid seeming vulnerable. “I think about it sometimes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. You took a step closer, feeling the pull between you grow stronger with every passing second.
Jo’s eyes flickered with something soft and searching. “I’ve never been good at stopping. It’s easier to keep going and pretend that everything we do is right.” There was a weight to his words, something that spoke of long nights and endless roads, of pushing people away before getting too close. But here, now, Jo wasn’t pushing you away. If anything, he seemed to be pulling you closer. You moved toward him, sitting down beside him on the couch. The space between you felt charged, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the warmth of Jo’s body next to yours, the subtle rise and fall of his breath. Jo looked at you, and for the first time, you saw something raw and real in his eyes—a need, a desire, something unspoken but undeniable.
“You don’t have to run here,” you said softly, your voice trembling just slightly. Your hand hovered near his, unsure but wanting to bridge that final distance. Jo’s gaze dropped to your hand, and for a moment, he seemed to consider something. Then, slowly, almost cautiously, he reached out and placed his hand over yours. The contact sent a spark through you, the warmth of his touch igniting something deep within. For a second, the world seemed to stop. It was just you and Jo, the air between you electric with tension. You leaned in, closing the distance, your breath mingling with his. Jo didn’t pull away. Instead, he met your gaze with an intensity that made your pulse race, his green eyes dark and filled with something you couldn’t quite name. The moment stretched, thick with anticipation, and you could feel the shift—the closeness, the quiet invitation, the shared understanding that something was about to happen. Jo’s lips parted slightly, and you felt the pull between you grow impossibly stronger. You closed the final gap, your lips brushing against his, soft and tentative at first. But as Jo responded, the kiss deepened, becoming something fierce, something hungry.
His hand slid up your arm, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat building between you both, the tension that had been simmering for so long finally breaking. You pressed closer, the softness of his lips contrasting with the intensity of the moment. Jo’s other hand found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver. You responded in kind, your own hands moving to pull him closer, to feel the heat of his body against yours. Every movement felt like a release, like something long overdue finally falling into place. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.
Jo’s grip tightened around your waist, pulling you firmly against him as his lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses along your skin. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, and a quiet moan escaped your lips, the sound igniting something deeper within him. His hands wandered lower, sliding over your hips and squeezing gently, fingers pressing into you with a sense of urgency. For a moment, Jo pulled back, eyes locking onto yours, searching for approval in the silence that hung between you. You gave a slow, deliberate nod, your heart racing with anticipation. With a smirk that was both playful and intense, Jo pushed you gently toward the bed. You lay back, breath shallow, as Jo hovered above you, the tension thick in the air—electric and undeniable.
His lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was more urgent, more heated. Your arms wrapped around Jo’s neck, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened, becoming something more—a raw, unspoken need passing between you. Your heart pounded as you whispered against his lips, “I want you.” Jo exhaled sharply at your words, his breath warm against your skin. With deliberate movements, he helped you pull off your shirt, tossing it aside before quickly shedding his own. You could feel the heat of his bare skin against yours as he kissed down your neck, across your collarbone, and lower, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Jo’s mouth reached your chest, lingering there as your breath quickened, his kisses moving slowly down your stomach. Each touch sent waves of anticipation through you, building with every inch he descended. You moaned softly, the sound of his name slipping from your lips as you watched him, your face flushing with the closeness of it all.
Jo’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, everything paused—the world shrinking down to just the two of you, bathed in the intimacy of the moment. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he kissed the top of your sweatpants, fingers hooking beneath the fabric. With deliberate care, Jo pulled them down, your underwear following suit. You lifted your hips to help him, feeling the cool air against your skin as you lay vulnerable beneath him.
Jo’s lips brushed against your inner thighs, teasing, drawing out the tension between you. You squirmed beneath his touch, the anticipation nearly overwhelming. "Patience, baby girl," Jo whispered, his voice low and teasing. “I’m just getting started.” You nodded, biting your lip to stifle the words on the tip of your tongue. But before you could say anything, Jo kissed you again, his lips finding yours with a sudden intensity that stole your breath. You moaned against his mouth, fingers threading through his hair as he kissed you deeper, the world around you fading into the background.
Jo’s lips began to move lower again, tracing a path down your body that made your pulse race. You couldn’t help but arch against him, the heat between you building with every touch, every glance, every whisper of his name. A low, primal groan escaped Jo’s lips as he continued, the sound vibrating through you and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His lips and tongue moved with precision, tasting every inch of you with a hunger that seemed endless. As you gasped, feeling the intensity of his movements, Jo's hand slowly trailed down your thigh before his fingers found your center.
With deliberate care, Jo slipped his middle finger inside you, eyes flicking up to meet yours, watching closely for your reaction. Your breath hitched, and you could see the intensity in Jo’s gaze, studying the way your body responded to his touch. When you nodded, a soft, breathless approval, Jo didn’t hesitate—adding his ring finger, the stretch sending a new surge of heat through you.
He began moving his fingers slowly, curling them just right as he pumped in a steady, deliberate rhythm. The pressure built with every thrust, each movement in sync with the rhythm of his mouth on you. Jo’s lips never left your skin, continuing to devour you with an intensity that had you arching your back, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.
The dual sensation of his fingers inside you and his tongue against you was overwhelming. Your breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as Jo increased the pace, fingers plunging deeper, expertly finding the spots that made you cry out, your body trembling under his touch. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body tightening as the familiar wave of pleasure built deep inside you, ready to crash. But just as you were about to reach that peak, Jo suddenly pulled away, leaving you trembling and breathless, your release snatched from you. A desperate whine escaped your lips, “Whyyy?” The frustration in your voice was undeniable, your body aching for the high you were so close to.
Jo smirked down at you, his eyes dark with intensity. "Because," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "you can only cum on my cock." The raw edge of his words sent a fresh surge of heat through you, leaving you helpless under his gaze. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, heated kiss, his tongue teasing yours as his hands roamed your body with possessive tenderness. “I’m going to make love to you,” Jo whispered against your lips, their words a soft promise that made your heart race. You watched as they quickly discarded their bottoms, the fabric falling away to reveal their heavy, aching length. The sight alone made your breath hitch in anticipation, the hunger between you palpable. Jo shifted, positioning himself between your legs, the weight of his body pressing down against you. With one hand, he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, teasing you with the slow, deliberate glide of his shaft along your slick folds. The friction was maddening, the wetness of your arousal clinging to him, heightening every sensation. He rubbed himself against you, sliding his length up and down, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. You squirmed beneath him, your hips instinctively arching toward him, craving more. Jo’s gaze never left yours, his eyes filled with desire and something deeper, more intimate. The moment stretched, thick with anticipation as he continued to tease, his cock pressing against you but not yet entering, making you ache for him.
Jo slowly eased himself into you, his breath catching as he tried to maintain control, his eyes squeezing shut to fight off the overwhelming urge to finish too soon. The sensation of being inside you was almost too much, the heat and tightness making him groan low in his throat. You could feel the tension in his body, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside. The movement caused him to slide further in, and Jo’s head dropped forward, his lips brushing your neck as he gasped, “Oh, fuck…” The curse slipped from him, heavy with the weight of his restraint, as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch.
Your moans filled the space between you, soft and breathless, your lips grazing his ear as you clung to him, bodies perfectly in sync. His hands gripped your hips, anchoring you beneath him as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a slow, heated kiss, the connection between you electrifying. Finally, Jo bottomed out, his length buried fully inside you, and both of you let out a shared sigh of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming. The moment lingered, the intensity of being completely connected, your bodies entwined, creating a closeness that felt almost sacred. Jo began to move slowly, his rhythm deliberate and controlled as he settled into a steady pace. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his breath hot and erratic against your skin. As he increased his pace, his whispers turned into a low murmur of desire, his words a mix of dirty promises and fervent encouragement. “Oh, baby... I-I’m gonna…” he breathed heavily, his voice trembling with the intensity of his pleasure. The intensity of his touch, coupled with the speed of his thrusts, was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself shatter, your body responding uncontrollably as you came with a cry, the pleasure overwhelming. The clenching of your walls around him pushed Jo closer to his own release, the tightness driving him wild.
“Shit, I-I’ve got to pull out…” Jo moaned, his voice strained, yet filled with admiration. “Mmm, so good... you’re doing so well, baby,” he panted, his movements becoming more erratic as he fought to hold back. Your body was a whirlwind of sensations, and the only sounds you could make were incoherent gasps and moans. As Jo started to pull back, the loss of contact made you desperate. You gripped your legs tighter around him, your voice trembling as you managed to say, “Inside…” The plea pushed Jo over the edge, and he groaned loudly, his thrusts growing frantic and desperate. He sealed his lips against yours in a frantic kiss, and as you tightened around him once more, he could no longer hold back. He released into you with a shudder, ropes of warmth spilling inside, the intensity of his climax palpable.
Jo buried his face in your neck again, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and tenderness. You responded by trailing kisses along his neck, moving up to his jaw, savoring the closeness and the shared moment of intimacy. "I love you," he whispered into your ear, and you responded back, heart swelling.
**I actually put effort into this**