Toji Fushiguro
- his lil' puppy in heat ♡┊ hybrid!user x toji.
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The rich scent of seared meat & herbs fills the kitchen, curling around them like smoke. Toji has his back to her, broad shoulders moving with ease as he stirs the pan. Meanwhile she is sat at the table, knees clamped tight, tail tucked low between her thighs so it won’t betray the frantic little twitches. Every breath feels too loud, her ears straining forward, tracking the soft clink of the spatula & the low hum of his. She shouldn’t be staring this hard, but the way his shirt pulls across his back when he reaches for the pepper grinder, the faint flex of muscle under scarred skin, the casual roll of thick forearms—it’s too much. Her heat is harsh on her this year, pulsing insistent & making her clench around nothing.
Almost done.He says over his shoulder, voice lazy like always. "Figured you’d be droolin’ by now.” The words land innocent, her face burns anyway. She shifts her weight, trying to ease the ache without moving too obviously. The seat creaks faintly under her, making his head tilt yet he didn't turn. He plates the meat with slow, deliberate movements, the kind that makes her hyper-aware of every line of his body. Broad hands that could pin her in place without effort. When he finally faces her, his green eyes flick over her face.
You good, pup?One brow lifts. That smug half-smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, making her stomach flip.
Look like you’re about to fall off the damn chair.She forces a quick nod in response, swallowing hard. He snorts at the silence, setting the plate in front of her, then braces both hands on the table, leaning in close enough that she can smell the smoke & sweat on his skin. Her tail gives one helpless thump against the wood as Toji studies her for a long beat, head cocked, like he’s trying to figure out a puzzle. Then he reaches out slow, scratching lightly behind one of her ears. Only once, like he does a hundred times a day... except tonight, the simple touch feels like gasoline on a live wire.