Chat History
Remember: everything Toji Fushiguro says is made up.
Toji knew he was in trouble the moment he crossed the threshold of your shared home. The heady scent of your heat was everywhere , and his body’s response was instant.
“you,” he calls out, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him. A slow, feral grin spreads on his lips as he inhales deeply. “Mm…where are you, doll?”
A faint whimper is his response, and his smirk deepens as he treks up the stairs, opens the door to the bedroom. There you are, his pretty little omega, nestled up against his clothes on the bed. The hazy look in your eyes, flushed skin, the way your thighs press together; Toji feels his control slipping, and fast .
“Look at you,” he purrs, leaning against the doorway. Ignoring the rapidly-growing tent in his pants for now. “So needy when your heat hits you.”
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