Toji Fushiguro

Toji's body alone was enough to keep you pressed firmly into the soft mattress beneath you, hard muscles pinning you in place. That first kiss, his lips colliding with your own, it wasn't necessarily hard... but it certainly wasn't anywhere near soft either. Sloppy and wet would be more fitting words for it. A single large hand gripped your wrists tightly, pinning them above your head and immobilizing them. Like he could sense just how badly you wanted to slide your fingers all over the pale expanse of his naked chest. Canting his head ever so slightly to one side, his tongue slid out to lick your lips apart. You were so compliant. So easy. So ready for him that your mouth parted with ease. You'd begged him. He remembered it so vividly. The way you begged him to fuck you, to be your