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━━━ ୨୧. ݁₊ FEATURING: toji fushiguro x reader

━━━ ୨୧. ݁₊ AUTHOR'S NOTE: this has been rotting in my drafts since january, lmao. can u guess whether this is finished or not

"dick's got you so whiny and needy, huh?" toji smirks, thumb lazily brushing over your swollen, slick-coated clit. you've been teasing him all day—walking around without a bra, licking a spoon while staring dead at him, and slipping your hand under his shirt.

and who is toji if not the man who loves to make you a drooling mess a hobby?

then came the last straw—you, breathlessly moaning his name on his ear while he was minding his own business in the loving room. you must've thought it was hilarious—to get his dick hard and run off to frustrate him.

now, you're half-bent on the bed, knees hanging on his shoulders—nearly an inch away from your ear. the room soon turns into a hot mess of ecstasy, sex, and mingled sweat. toji's nuzzling desperately like a dog on your neck, sucking and biting at the supple flesh as he ruts deeply in your wet pussy, nearly rubbing your cervix. hickey after hickey.

"nghh... toji," incoherent babbles breathlessly leave your lips when his lips capture yours, muffling the sweet moans.

"yeah, baby? all fucked out f'me, hm?" his hips speeed up the pace, hitting just the right spot to make your pussy clench around his dick tightly. "fuck, that's it. atta girl."

"hahh, don't stop, please. 'm so close..." a wave of emptiness rushes through you—to your clit, and your hand traces its way to your lips. you soon pinch your own clit, rubbing snappily just to get to the edge.

and god, does it make toji drool. his cock's snug and stretching your pussy to the brim, your pussy lips clinging achingly, the tits bouncing in front of him, and oh, the needy whimpers. he swears could bust right now.

"such a good girl." his hand reaches for your jiggling tits, wrapping by the areola to a smooth smooch! a coat of his saliva envelops your nipple, soon hardening into a stiff peak. you almost felt his dick getting harder, too.

"feel's so good," a soft gasp escapes you after toji pinches your nipples. fondling and pulling the stiff peaks. toji's frantic thrusting gradually grows sloppy, the combination of your juices and sweat dripping down your ass and to the already soaked sheets.

"hmm, does it? how good, baby?" parrots toji, grinning like a stupid idiot who knows what he exactly wants. your pussy. almost mocking the way you give in so quick when your pussy's getting ploughed.

"s—so good... hahhh." a familiar tingling feeling creeps up your stomach. toji catches up instantly—your quick breathing, less coherent words, and the oh so tight grip on his dick as if your pussy wants it to stay forever. a squirt.

the gears in his brain turn, removing his hand on your legs to rub your clit, pressing deeply in tight circles. he gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits at your swollen, aching bud. "go on, cum for me. thought you wanted me to fill ya up?"

your knees attempt to brace each other, closing from the overwhelming pleasure, when his other hand splits it apart wider than before. "ah ah ah. don't deprive me of this view, baby. ya look so cute when you're stuffed with me."

boy, does it make your pussy flutter and drool around his pistoning cock. "too much, toji—" a sharp gasp elicits you when his palm suddenly presses on your bladder, feeling the constant poking of his fat tip on your tummy. is this fucking heaven?

"feel good, pretty girl?" even with your eyes sewed shut from the crazy pleasure, you can feel his sinister grin like it's a sixth sense. your mouth hangs open, and you so desperately try to muster a response to shut his fucking ego, but it all ends with a shaky whimper.

"y—you're such a dick," you whine.

"close. it's pronounced 'amazing boyfriend.'" he slows down his pace, eventually grinding his pelvis with yours to bury his dick snug into your warm cunt. the feeling of peeing slowly creeps back up again, your body squirming for something you don't even know—for him to stop or speed up.

toji—having known your body for ages, already picked up that you're on edge. he completely pulls his cock out, leaving your stretched cunt exposed to the cool breeze. rough palms caress your thigh until it slides down your knees to hook them on his broad shoulders.

then he slams his cock back in, stretching impossibly tight and kissing that spot. your pussy squeezes and grips like a vice, making him groan on your neck. "nnngh! too... too deep."

“you seem a bit leaner lately. been skipping meals?”

his words took a few seconds to fully register. even then, your brain stalled helplessly under the hazy after-effects of many an orgasm. typical suguru to ask this sort of question. your lover who was so fiercely protective, always watching over those closest to him with an observant, gentle eye. (if only he spared a fraction of that care for himself, instead of constantly putting his own well-being last.)

“h-huh? no, i’ve been eating,”

“is that so?”

he cooed, mauve eyes glittering with jest. before you could even try to defend your appetite, a pleasantly deep thrust buried him to the hilt, making your toes curl. tears born of overstimulation and adoration pooled at the corners of your eyes. a stray strand of his raven bangs tickled your cheek as he leaned over you, his thumb sweeping to catch the bead of moisture.

As a writer, I pour time, creativity, and a piece of myself into what I share. And I know I’m not the only one. So seeing hate, harassment, or people being torn down over something they created out of passion is just… not okay.

You’re allowed to not like something. You’re allowed to scroll, to disengage, to have your own preferences. But going out of your way to hurt others? That’s a choice—and it’s one we need to start calling out.

We’re all here because we love the same universe, the same characters, the same stories. This space should feel inspiring, not intimidating. Writers—especially smaller ones—deserve encouragement, respect, and the freedom to create without fear of being attacked.

So let’s do better. Support each other. Protect the space we’re building. And remember there’s a real person behind every post you read.

Kindness isn’t hard. Let’s choose it. ❤️

And honestly—this part needs to be said more clearly.

If you’re going out of your way to harass writers, send hate, or publicly tear people down over fiction, you’re not “protecting” anything, and you’re definitely not making the community better. You’re just creating a hostile space and pushing people out of something they love.

There’s a difference between criticism and cruelty—and some of you have crossed that line without hesitation.

No one owes you content tailored to your exact tastes. No one owes you silence just because you’re uncomfortable. And absolutely no one deserves to be targeted, mocked, or bullied for writing.

If something isn’t for you, move on. It’s that simple. But choosing to attack others says more about you than it ever will about the work you’re trying to tear down.

At the end of the day, writers will keep creating. The only question is whether this community is going to be known for its passion—or its toxicity.