char: toji fushiguro
word count: 1.9 k
tags: smut, mdni, m!reader, amab!reader, bot/sub!reader, dom!toji pwp, unprotected sex, moderate feminisation, toji wants to impregnate reader but that doesn't actually happen, anal fingering, penetration, nipple play (?), i think there's spanking in there don't quote me on that, pet names, slight alcohol use, not the safest of sex and probably inaccurate but eyyyy, dubcon if you squint.
toji fushiguro was a peculiar man. from the moment (y/n) met him, he couldn’t help but feel a weird, almost magnetic pull, towards the lazy man with that cocky smirk of his and those intoxicatingly beautiful green eyes. even when toji was at his lowest, drinking beer from a stray bottle on his dirty floor, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel not only sympathy, but immense attraction towards him. and thus, he’d help the older man off the floor, shove him in the shower, praying that toji’s towel around his hips would fall before he managed to close the door. but alas, a man could only hope.
(y/n) had been letting toji crash at his place for a while now, seeing as that was a much better option than spending entire nights over at the horse tracks bleachers, hiding from the officers patrolling. over time, he noticed the little habits toji had. how he’d bite on the side his scar was situated when he was thinking hard for once. or how he’d disappear for days and suddenly come back with a shit ton of money— money that toji slowly started using to pamper (y/n) with fancy dinners. well, right before he spent the rest on booze and horse racing. but hey, at least he cared, right?
for a while now, toji had expressed missing his son, but more so, he had expressed how much he wanted to take care of another baby— forgetting that the first time around he wasn’t exactly a model father. and yet, the older man kept expressing how much he had wanted a baby.
“i remember when my wife was pregnant,” he pondered in a drunken haze one night, looking at the empty bottle of booze between his legs. he had a bittersweet smile on his face, the moonlight cascading onto his dark hair. toji was aware that when his wife was alive, when he still had their son, he wasn’t a model husband. sometimes he wished he could try all over again. other times, he had no regrets over how he chose to live his life. why should he be restricted and tied down? and yet, he yearned for those moments his wife depended on him, how cute she were when she was pregnant with their child. how doting she was when she took care of little megumi. but now, he only had booze and horse racing to look forward to. and (y/n), he supposed.
the next morning, (y/n) woke up with a huge hug tugging on his underwear, ever so slightly. the wind of a deep breath rang next to his ears, making him shiver as his eyes fluttered open. “wha…” he muttered softly as he turned his head ever so slightly, his gaze meeting those mischievous green eyes.
“good morning, baby boy,” toji said in a gruff voice, the smirk evident in his tone. his hand slowly left the band of (y/n)’s underwear, delving inside his shirt and touching his skin. “never noticed ya smell so intoxicating…” he purred into (y/n)’s ear.
(y/n) could feel something poking his lower back, quickly awaking from his haze. looking at toji, the way he was holding him, the way his hands ghosted over his skin giving him goosebumps… it was exactly what he had been wishing for so damn long. perhaps he should stop the other male; this probably didn’t mean anything either. chances were, toji just got horny and he was the closest body he could have his way with. but god, even that mere thought of toji finding him attractive enough to bang made him grow a tent in his boxers.
with a lazy turn, (y/n) faced toji, his own eyes looking up at the other male. for a moment, he just stared at toji’s face. that tantalising smirk on his lips that made his intentions known, that goddamn scar beneath his lip, making him even more attractive. those green eyes, filled with mischief and playfulness, but by gods, was he drunk on all of him.
toji’s hand climbed beneath (y/n)’s shirt and slowly traced circles around his stomach. a sparkle flickered in his gaze, his body leaning closer to the other male. “you’d look so adorable with a fucking bump here…”
“pardon…?” (y/n) asked as he looked up at toji. just now he was able to smell the faintest traces of alcohol in toji’s breath, and in paired with his latest discussions… gods knew what toji wanted to do with him. and yet, despite his better instincts, (y/n) found himself getting into the idea… sure, was it biologically impossible? kinda yeah. that made it no less hot.
soon enough, toji’s hand reached higher, caressing the other male’s nipples, flicking the sensitive buds. propping himself up on his free elbow, toji leaned his head to press open-mouthed wet kisses on (y/n)’s neck. soft sighs escaped his lips as he flipped the other male on his back, effectively climbing on top of him. slowly, he took off (y/n)’s shirt and threw it on the ground far away, his mouth now latching onto the soft skin of his chest. one hand was propping him up, while the other was now playing with (y/n)’s boxers, his fingers playfully kneading his ass ever so slightly, before going back up to caress his waist.
soon enough, the older male had unbuckled his belt and discarded his trousers somewhere on the bedroom’s floor. his hands worked meticulously on taking off (y/n)’s briefs, tossing them away. both their hard-ons were now visible, basking in the air of sex that filled the room. (y/n) squirmed as toji’s large hand pumped twice his cock, before he brought it close to his own. a dry laugh left toji’s lips as he rubbed their lengths together, a smirk tugging on his features.
(y/n) closed his eyes from the stimulation, wiggling under toji’s grasp. soon enough, he felt two large hands holding his hips upwards. he saw toji circle his cock around his room, smearing his precum on his twitching hole. he felt a slight change as toji held him up with one arm, as his other rummaged the drawers, before taking out a slender bottle. squirting the lube on his fingers, toji inserted first one, then two fingers inside of (y/n)’s ass, the pace quick and impatient.
toji seemed unfased by (y/n)’s squirmed over the cold sensation within him, or the constant stretch of his asshole. and while he loved the expressions (y/n) was making, he couldn’t help but make his pace quicker and quicker, impatient to start the real thing. after a few moments, he noticed (y/n) shudder, the male’s cock leaking precum. with a scoff, he stopped his motions completely, wiping his hands on his abs.
a whine escaped (y/n)’s lips.
“i’m not letting you cum until i fucking breed you,” toji said with a sneer, licking his bottom lip at the sight of the male beneath him. he was sure the other male protested, but he didn’t case as he grabbed the other man’s waist and pushed him closer to him. propping (y/n)’s legs over his shoulder, he circled his cock around his rim. “i’m gonna breed you so fucking good.”
before the man beneath him could even process those words, toji entered him fully. toji’s balls rested against the male’s ass, precum already leaking both their cocks. (y/n) was almost speechless at how full toji’s cock made him feel. he had been daydreaming about this scenario, ever since toji had started living with him. and yet, no imagination, no amount of times masturbating to the thought of the older man, could possibly prepare him not only for the sheer girth of his cock, but also the force with which he’d push it in.
toji briefly looked at (y/n)’s fucked out face of pleasure, before he started slamming his hips back and forth with an insane pace. it was as if he was driven by powers higher than both of them. as if there was some kind of biological need to cum right at that moment. for the first few thrusts it was painful, but it only took a few seconds for (y/n) to get used to the feeling and the immense pleasure it brought him. the pain, the pleasure, the way the older male slipped in and out of his gaping hole were enough to make him cum in matters of seconds. a guttural moan escaped his lips as he came all over his and toji’s abs.
toji stopped his thrusts for a moment, as he saw the cum covering his abs. adjusting (y/n)’s leg on his shoulder, before one of his hands reached to smear the cum all over (y/n)’s stomach. he drew a circle and then slightly pressing the other male’s stomach, as if trying to find the outline of his own cock. reaching the other guy’s abdomen, he smirked.
“that’s where i’m gonna pump a baby in you,” was all he said as he started thrusting again, holding (y/n) tightly against him so he wouldn’t be able to escape his deep thrusts. small grunts escaped his lips as he looked at the male beneath him, the face he made, the tears in his eyes. “you’re gonna make me a daddy,” he whispered almost softly, as he gripped on the headboard for better stability as he kept thrusting inside, even more harshly than before.
(y/n) could feel himself get close again, his moans getting more high pitched as he tried to let toji know. one hand was gripping on the sheets, while the other was grabbing toji’s arm that loomed above him. “i-i’m clo-ahhhh… i’m close-”
and when he expected toji to go even more feral than before, if that was even possible, he could feel toji’s thrusts get more shallow, less quick. “no, not yet, baby boy…” he said in a hushed tone, trying to catch his breath. “you haven’t been nearly as vocal as i want you to be…”
“you’ve got to be shitting-ahh!” mid-sentence, toji curled his hips, pushing his cock deeply inside (y/n) before pulling away completely again.
“that’s nice, but you can do better.”
toji started thrusting again at a brutal pace, and when (y/n) tried to muffle his screams, he’d stop again. this happened a few times, not only teasing and edging (y/n)— who was so damn close, and yet so fucking far away— but also ensuring the other’s throat wouldn’t work properly for at least a couple of days. and yet, the louder (y/n) got, the closer to the edge toji was, the more feral his thrusts were.
“that’s fucking it,” toji growled, his nails now digging into the headboard as his hips moved almost mechanically. “gonna fucking fill you up. knock you up. that’s what you’ve been wanting eh? you– shittt… you think i-i hadn’t noticed? huh?”
at this point, toji was muttering incoherent sentences. he kept going and going, pushing his hips in and out in and out and in— as if a tidal wave crushed onto him, he moved his hands from the headboard and put them again on (y/n)’s waist, pulling him towards his hips, as if he wanted no droplet of his cum to be wasted. he could feel the other male convulse under him as a grin spread on his lips before he pushed his hips a few more times, fucking his cum further inside (y/n)’s hole.
with a soft pop toji finally pulled out of (y/n)’s rim and took a look at the male. dirty, tired and completely fucked out would be the words he’d use to describe him. a proud smirk stretched across his lips as he gave a playfully spank on the guy’s thigh before putting them back on the bed. sitting on the edge of the bed, he rested his elbows on his knees as he looked back again at the mess of a man he had left.
tags: smut, mdni, modern day!au, yuji is a kid but also kinda irrelevant since he doesn't appear, unprotected sex, irresponsible sex, bdsm undertones (?), spanking, pet names used ("baby"), penetration (p in a non-specified hole), edging, size kink and uhhh that's it i think.
lewd noises echoed all throughout the tiny apartment. young yuji was at megumi’s house for a sleepover, which meant that you and sukuna had the house to themselves. the night started normally, a movie and some wine and then some more wine. minutes passed and the two of you got progressively more drunk. Well— you did. Sukuna, on the other hand, was moderately tipsy at best.
he was aware he was putting his hand on your thigh, softly caressing you with his large fingers. he was aware he was taking off your pants, inch by inch until they were discarded on the floor. a soft kiss on your neck was all he needed to make you putty in his hands, melting under his large palms as he gripped your waist. it was almost sweet, the way he caressed your inner thigh, his long nails gently scraping against your privates, stimulating them ever so slightly, but not nearly enough. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he felt you grind against his fingers, hoping to gain more friction. he trailed kisses down your neck, slowly reaching your collarbone.
What was once a simple make-out session, had led to you being on all fours, tears down streaming down your face. sukuna was holding your hips up, teasing your hole with his large cock, his precum being make-shift lube. His left hand was hoisting your hips upwards so it could align with his own, while his other hand was kneading the flesh of your ass. Nails digging deeply into your butt cheeks, leaving scratches. thin trails of blood ran down your thighs, as he chuckled a the sight of it.
“Oh, baby,” he taunted, his characteristic smirk evident on his face. his voice now was but a deep rumble, echoing from deep within his chest. leaning closer, he teased your entrance again, pushing in just the tip; just enough to get you going, but not enough to gain the immense pleasure you were used to with him.
one would assume that after so many nights without sex, sukuna would be jumping at the chance to fuck you, nice and deeply as he tended to do when he was pent up. and yet, he was taking his sweet time, almost enjoying this slow and agonising pace. the teasing and the edging, all drove you insane, both hating it and loving it at the same time. his hand slowly left your asscheek— which was now filled with bloody marks and red handprints— and moved towards your crotch, teasing you ever so softly. with the tip of his nail he pressed against your intimate area, up and down, up and down— god, it was agonisingly beautiful.
“can you hurry up—” you cried to him, turning your head to face him, before he grabbed your nape and buried your head into the mattress. muffled moans escaped your lips as his sharp nails dug into your skull, scratching you in the best way possible.
“patience, baby,” he said sharply, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. raising his hand, taking it out of your hair, he delivered a sharp blow onto your ass. a pained cry left your throat, as he chuckled darkly. “how cute. perhaps i should reward you.”
before you could even process his words, he shoved himself fully inside of you, his large cock stretching you completely. you were certain that if you looked to your stomach you’d be able to map out his cock. all words failed you as he moved his hips in a slow pace, never fully getting out. low moans left your lips as he rocked his hips in that tantalising pace, as if punishing you for god forbid getting impatient.
you were about to retaliate again, before he grabbed a fistfull of your hair and shoved your face again into the mattress. a low groan escaped his lips as he fully entered your entrance before he shoved his cock right back in with all his strength, a loud pap echoing inside the room. he slammed his hips into yours, over and over and over again, as if he was in a daze, as if you were but a fleshlight for his amusement. any moans that came out of your throat were left there, the mattress muffling your cries of pleasure. tears started streaming down your eyes, the pleasure way too much as sukuna kept smashing into your hips, his large cock hitting your g-spot in every single way.
his arm let go of your hair and now both hands were now gripping your waist, moving your body in sync with his quick and deep thrusts, a silent warning that he was about to cum. lifting your head ever so slightly, you bubbled out a few incoherent moans, a response to his own high. the erotic scenery, almost taken out of a porno, reached its climax right as sukuna slammed his hips into yours and held you there, making you take all of his cum deep inside of you. “don’t waste a drop, baby.” a choked out groan left his lips as he emptied his balls inside of you. one of his hands left your hips, reaching towards your intimate spot to stroke it, riding out your own climax as a strangled scream left your throat.
after he was done painting your insides white, he shoved you into the mattress and sat beside you. yet, despite his roughness, a hand reached to caress your thigh as you both recovered. getting used to his gentle touch, you felt your eyelids heavy, before feeling his hand creeping closer to your crotch.
“don’t fall asleep on me yet, baby. we’re just getting started.”
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