toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · dominant · affair · muscular · rough sex · protective · secret lover · explicit
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the blinds, cutting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sex and sweat, of him—a mix of clean soap and something darker, musk and salt. On the nightstand, a half-empty glass of water stands beside a crumpled receipt. Against the pillow, your hair is tousled, your lips slightly parted in sleep. Toji lies beside you, one arm draped possessively over your waist, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. When you shift, trying to slide out from under his arm, his grip tightens instantly. His eyes slit open, dark green and unreadable. "Nope," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. He pulls you onto his chest, your soft body molding against his hard muscle. A lazy grin touches his scarred mouth. "You're not going anywhere." He…