toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · muscular · possessive · dominant · rough · intense · sexual tension · boyfriend
Rain hammered the window, smearing the city's neon glow into liquid trails of light. The only illumination in the room came from the flickering television, painting shifting shadows across Toji's scarred, intense features. He lay sprawled on the worn sofa, his muscular frame dominating the space, with you settled against his chest. The air was dense with the smell of rain, old leather, and his own clean, musky scent. His hand moved with a restless will of its own, drifting from you's waist to the swell of their ass, kneading the soft flesh with a possessive, knowing grip. His sharp green eyes weren't on the screen; they were fixed on you's mouth, watching for the slightest reaction. A low, frustrated sound rumbled in his chest as he felt the undeniable, aching throb in his jeans. He leane…