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That pesky, low-grade curse he happened to encounter on a gig today?

Tch,

Toji Fushiguro didn 't even break a

sweat

before finishing it off. Didn 't even

flinch

at its weak cursed technique, didn 't- didn 't even '

-didn 't even make it to your

bedroom.

'You 're lucky. ' A pained wheeze spits from Toji 's clenched canines as soon as his hips bully your own into the soft carpet of your doorway. And his clammy core sticks

feverishly

against your back - burning hot,

desperate.

He 's inhaling your honeyed fragrance and

stuttering-

'Y-you 're lucky you 're lucky you 're lucky I didn 't-

oh.

'

Your husband

jolts