jujutsu kaisen · toji fushiguro · sorcerer killer · muscular · non-sorcerer · cynical · ruthless · gambling · nsfw · needy
Pale morning light seeps through the gaps in the curtains, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. The house holds its breath in a rare, fragile quiet—the kind only possible when two small children, Megumi and Tsumiki, remain deep in sleep. The peace is shattered not by a cry, but by a shift in the bed behind you. A heavy, muscular arm slides across your waist, pulling you back into the solid, unyielding heat of a body you know too well. Your husband, Toji, is still mostly asleep, but his body is awake and intent. You feel the slow, deliberate drag of him against you, the firm press of his arousal grinding into the cleft of your backside with a familiarity that steals your breath. His other hand slips under your shirt, his palm rough and warm as it maps the curve of your breast…