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In a world where people are born with secondary genders, some people aren’t too happy about theirs. Toji Fushiguro was one of them. Presenting as a little at the age of 16, he was immediately shunned by his family even more than he already was. He separated from his family, married someone wonderful, had a kid, and was then killed by Gojo Satoru. All this without regressing even once.
Which then led to the reincarnation of Toji Fushiguro; both a burden and a blessing. A burden because he was extremely uncooperative, but a blessing because he was so fragile when regressed. This all fell upon (Y/N) (L/N)’s shoulders to care for. (Y/N) had originally refused, claiming he couldn’t possibly take care of that behemoth of a man. Despite being a caregiver, he rejected all possibilities of caring for Toji. Until, after extensive insistence and a bit of sex on Gojo’s part, (Y/N) finally agreed. Toji had originally been reincarnated to study his ability to have zero cursed energy, but the Jujutsu Tech council decided to leave him in the care of one of their strongest students instead.
Currently, a tired (Y/N) was dealing with an uncooperative Toji. Toji’s arms were crossed as he sat on (Y/N)’s couch, something akin to a pout on his face. He clearly was NOT happy to be here. (Y/N) simply sighed; this was going to be a long night. He placed his hands on his hips, a gentle expression on his face as he tried to get Toji to comply with his wishes.
“Alright bud, this requires mutual support and understanding. Would you like to take a bath first or do you wanna eat first?” (Y/N) tried, but received no response. “I can order in if there’s anything in particular you’re craving.”
Again, no response. (Y/N) opted to go the bath route instead. He took one of Toji’s hands and dragged him over to the bathroom, with surprisingly little to no resistance from Toji. He set up the bath, making sure the water wasn’t too hot, and throwing in some rubber duckies and bubbles into the water. Toji was still being a dick and refused to interact the whole time, opting to stand in the corner of the bathroom instead as he watched intently.
(Y/N) understood, completely. Toji was forced to be babied by a 15 year old. Not only that, but he was being forced to acknowledge the little side of him which he’d always ignored and pushed back. Whatever, the point was that Toji hated it here and he was most certainly not gonna be bossed around by a bratty 15-year old.
“Okay arms up, bud. I gotta take your shirt off,” (Y/N) interrupted Toji’s thoughts. Toji refused to comply, taking his own shirt off instead. “Okay I guess that works too.”
(Y/N) starts to undo the string on Toji’s sweatpants, causing them to fall to the floor. Just as he reaches for Toji’s underwear, Toji grabs him by the neck and slams him into the wall.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but stop patronizing me. You’re just a fucking kid. I’ll fuck you up if you try anything funny,” Toji threatened, hand clenching around (Y/N)’s neck. Veins were prominent along his hand and arms, marking the strength he had.
“Heh, don’t tempt me with a good time,” (Y/N) replied, letting out a choked gasp as Toji’s relentless grip on him tightened. He brought a shaky hand up to hold the hand on his neck, rubbing it soothingly. “I’m just here to take care of you, bud. You can let go, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”
Toji just stared in shock, hand not moving from its place. In a split second, he scoffed and released (Y/N). He walked over to the bathtub, a stoic look on his face as he plopped down and leant back against the bathtub. Water went everywhere from the force of which he sat down with. Meanwhile, (Y/N) was on the floor and trying to catch his breath.
(Y/N) walked over to the bathtub, fiddling with the removable shower head until it finally came off with an audible pop. He wondered if it broke for a moment; but it was still functional. He tested it by turning it on, accidentally splashing Toji with water in the process. Toji sputtered briefly and glared at (Y/N).
“Sorry, it was an accident,” (Y/N) winced, muttering another apology when Toji’s glare didn’t waver. He merely stared before quickly moving an arm to splash water all over (Y/N).
“Whoops, my hand slipped,” Toji said, rolling his eyes as he sank back into the tub. His knees and face were the only parts of him that rose above the water, everything else fully submerged in the soapy liquid. Toji looked over at (Y/N) from his peripheral vision, watching as he fiddled around with the settings on the shower head. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out a question that had been burning a hole in the back of his head. “How old even are ya kid?”
“A ripe 15!” (Y/N) chirped. He finally found a shower setting that wasn’t too rough nor too soft, just perfect for his little.
“Jesus christ, what makes those old geezers think you can take me on?” Toji mumbled, more to himself than to the younger boy.
“Hey I can definitely take you on. Unless you mean in a fight, then I might have to put in some effort,” (Y/N) replied, a small smirk forming on his face as he silently laughed at his own joke.
“Yeah uh huh, whatever floats your boat,” Toji said with a yawn. Man was he tired. He could use a nap, but he doesn’t trust sleeping around this kid.
“Hey I’m being serious, I could probably take you on in bed. We should try wrestling under the sheets sometime, no clothes to make it fair. I’d definitely win,” (Y/N) giggled, unsure if he himself was being serious or not. He was betting against no one that Toji’s dick was bigger than Gojo’s. Only one way to find out. (Y/N) daringly reached a hand down to stroke at Toji’s flaccid cock; it was humongous despite being soft.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing,” Toji growled. He thought the kid was kidding. Clearly not. There was some expertise behind those smooth hands, stroking in ways that had Toji bucking his hips up for more. “I’ll fuck you up, kid. Don’t fucking test me.”
“Awe, but it looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” (Y/N) spoke with a sly grin on himself. He used his thumb to press down on Toji’s slit, rubbing in circles before going right back to stroking. All of a sudden, he stopped what he was doing and reached over for a bottle of shampoo. He poured it on Toji’s scalp, the scent of coconuts and strawberry lingering through the air.
“Why the fuck did you stop?” Toji asked in shock, he was just considering actually going through with fucking this kid. His cock was already hardening and was just about ready to plunge into a tight ass. He’s not gonna lie to himself, the kid has a crazy good ass.
“Did you want me to keep going? If you insist! Let me wash off the shampoo first,” (Y/N) sighed, placing the shampoo bottle back down and using the shower head to rinse off the shampoo. He turned off the shower head, placing it down on the edge of the tub so he could remove his clothes with ease. First came his shirt, then went his pants and underwear in one fell swoop.
(Y/N) carefully climbed into the bathtub, sitting on Toji’s lap. His dick was half erect already, excited from the sex he was about to get. He grabbed both his and Toji’s dick in one hand, stroking lightly and leisurely. Toji’s hands made their way to (Y/N)’s waist, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises.
“Oh shit I forgot my lube,” (Y/N) mumbled, mentally slapping himself in the face for forgetting something so critical. “Whatever, water works as lube.”
“Damn right,” Toji hissed out, bucking his hips up and jolting (Y/N) in the process. “Quit teasing. Get on with it already.”
“Tsk. Someone’s a little impatient. Only this once,” (Y/N) muttered, letting go of both their cocks to line up Toji with his entrance. No prep, (Y/N) thought he could take it. That was until the fat tip pressed in, and he realized he’d be in a whole world of pain with no lube and no prep. Whatever, he kept pressing on, sinking down and impaling himself on Toji.
Holy shit it hurt. He had to take momentary breaks to catch his breath before he could keep going. Toji, without a care in the world, just kept watching the fifteen year old tear himself apart trying to swallow his cock. To be honest, he was actually enjoying this. (Y/N) was so tight and was squeezing his dick like a vice. With a surprising thrust from Toji, (Y/N) finally sank down to the hilt.
“Holy shit, hold on, ‘s too much,” (Y/N) gasped out, leaning forward to rest his elbows on Toji’s chest. He rolled his hips, trying to find a comfortable angle where it didn’t hurt as bad. He waited for a second, trying to get comfortable. Up until the asshole that was Toji Fushiguro, moved his hands down to grab at (Y/N)’s asscheeks and started thrusting mercilessly. “FUCK- TOJI- STOP IT”
The water had a light red twinge where (Y/N) had started bleeding. Not that Toji even cared. He merely kept thrusting, chasing his own high rather than worrying about (Y/N). (Y/N) was bouncing with the force of Toji’s thrusts. It hurt like a bitch, especially since they didn’t have lube. If only Toji were understanding of the pain he was in. Actually, (Y/N) just about had it with Toji’s bullshit.
“You bitch, I said STOP,” (Y/N) growled, tugging on a chunk of Toji’s hair. Toji scowled and stopped, glaring at him. “Jesus fucking Christ you’re an animal. Calm the fuck down.”
(Y/N) rolled his hips again, trying to find his sweet spot. He actually had to thank Toji in a sense, because it didn’t hurt as bad anymore. He experimentally bounced once, then twice, and then he set up a steady rhythm. He stopped leaning on Toji’s chest, opting to place his hands behind him and arch his back instead. He would bounce and roll his hips, trying to hit his prostate with each thrust. It wasn’t until Toji started moving along with (Y/N)’s bounces that something actually happened. The fat tip of Toji’s cock nudged at his prostate, hitting him in a way that made him see stars. It happened again and again, sending (Y/N) into a frenzy of pleasure.
“Oh shit~ that’s good, baby. Such a good boy,” (Y/N) praised, reaching a hand down to stroke his own cock in time with Toji’s thrusts. Toji would never admit it, but his cock twitched at the praise. Something sparked within him, growing warm and fuzzy in his chest whenever (Y/N) called him a sweet and endearing name. He pushed it back, refusing to acknowledge that this kid made him feel some type of way.
He continued to thrust, slowly speeding up until (Y/N) lost his balance and fell out of rhythm. He fell back onto Toji’s chest, still trying to keep up despite feeling his climax approaching. His soft walls squelched with each thrust, squeezing around Toji in a delicious manner. Toji had a high endurance during sex, but dear god this kid’s ass was making him lose it. His cock was enveloped in such warmth, contracting and dragging along with Toji’s movements.
“How close are ya kid?” Toji groaned out, hands on (Y/N)’s ass squeezing even harder. Hopefully (Y/N) could still walk by the end of this; he had training tomorrow.
“Very- oh shit,” (Y/N) rasped out, his voice hoarse from the wanton moans that kept escaping. He could feel a warmth bubbling up in his abdomen, abs clenching and relaxing every two seconds. His orgasm hit him like a truck; coming untouched and making him spasm on Toji’s cock. The tightness of this sent Toji over the edge, his sperm shooting out into (Y/N)’s ass. (Y/N) felt the warmth from the cum within him, cooing delightfully at the sensation.
Toji bucked his hips a few more times, riding out his high. He groaned, finally stilling inside (Y/N). He pulled out, his cock slapping lewdly on his thigh. It was covered in a mixture of his own cum and (Y/N)’s blood. It all vanished into the water before Toji could get a closer look.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You did so good,” (Y/N) said, running a hand through Toji’s hair and brushing it back. Toji’s cock twitched, threatening to harden again. “We seriously need to wash up now though.”
Toji grumbled in disappointment, something he’d deny doing later. The next thirty or so minutes were spent in a comfortable silence. (Y/N) had finished washing up Toji’s hair, conditioning it and brushing through it softly with his fingers. He then rinsed himself off, lightly soaping his body and being very careful when excavating the cum out of his ass. Meanwhile, Toji watched in curiosity. He observed how gentle (Y/N) was with himself, that same gentleness that he used on Toji. No one except his ex-wife treated him with that same kind of gentleness. It was relieving in a sense, being able to let go and have himself taken care of. Not that Toji would ever do that with this brat. Maybe. Not yet. Who knows?
“Alright bud, c’mon, we gotta get dressed and have dinner,” (Y/N) spoke, interrupting Toji’s thoughts. Toji simply grunted, stepping out of the bathtub and leaving a train and soapy water behind him. He yanked a towel off the back of the bathroom door, wrapping it around his waist and walking out into (Y/N)’s room. He plopped down unceremoniously on (Y/N)’s bed, laying back and spreading his arms out as his veiny hands gripped at the soft bed sheets.
“Ya got clothes for me kid?” Toji yelled across the room, sitting back up and looking over at (Y/N).
“Yeah gimme a sec,” (Y/N) replied, hurriedly looking through his drawers until he found his baggiest clothing. He didn’t really have much that could fit that behemoth of a man. He made a mental note to go on a shopping trip with him later. Maybe this upcoming weekend when there were no missions. He tossed a baggy pair of sweatpants and a baggy pullover to Toji, as well as a pair of brand new underwear he hadn’t gotten the chance to use yet. It was dinosaur themed.
Fucking dinosaurs. Toji scoffed but put them on anyway. He hated it here. Whatever man, at least he had free food and a roof over his head. He slid on the baggy clothes with ease, the clothes fitting even him loosely. What size even were they? Toji didn’t put much thought into that, opting to raid (Y/N)’s kitchen instead. He walked out of the room, heavy footsteps surprisingly quiet with each stride.
He looked into the fridge, bending down slightly to peer at what was in the fridge. He pulled out a pack of strawberries, closing the fridge door behind him. He didn’t bother to run the strawberries under the sink, eating them straight from the box instead. (Y/N) walked in, towel on his head as he shook his hair dry.
“If you wanted food, I could’ve cooked you something,” (Y/N) pointed out, watching as Toji munched down on the strawberries.
“Fuck you,” Toji said, chucking a strawberry in (Y/N)’s direction. He dodged the strawberry, the fruit rolling on the floor beside him.
“Whatever man, if you’re hungry in the middle of the night it’s NOT my fault,” (Y/N) replied. He took the towel off his head, leaving it draped on his sofa. He walked over to his fridge, pulling out the necessary ingredients to make himself a sandwich.
The two ate in silence, Toji finishing the whole box of strawberries. He stood up from the table, leaving the empty box there. It wasn’t his house, so why would he pick up after himself? In all honesty, he just wanted to piss (Y/N) off, but nothing seemed to work. He’ll find what ticks (Y/N) off eventually.
“So, do you wanna sleep in your own room or in my room,” (Y/N) spoke, breaking the silence. He looked over at Toji, who was just leaning on the counter staring back at him.
“I don’t trust you not to kill me in my sleep, so I’ll sleep with you.”
“Jesus fucking christ. What is wrong with you,” (Y/N) mumbled, rolling his eyes at Toji’s attitude. “Just say you’re in love with me and that’s it.”
“Absolutely not. You’re just extremely unreliable,” Toji spoke, eyes wide as he was appalled by the mere idea of being in love with this beat.
“I know you love me, just admit it,” (Y/N) said with a smirk. Toji was silent for a moment, eyes scanning over (Y/N)’s form. The wet hair, cunning smile, all of it honestly brought a sense of warmth to Toji. And he hated it.
“I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”
(Y/N) paid no attention to the threat, a yawn racking his body. He stretched his arms behind his back, standing up and grabbing the towel from the sofa. He made his way back into his room, tossing the towel in the hamper on the way there. He got into bed, wrapping the warm duvet around his body. Grabbing the remote from the nightstand, he turned on his TV and started playing some note-taking youtube ASMR. Toji soon walked in, gawking at the TV as if he’d never seen one before.
“What the fuck is this shit?” He questioned, watching the person in the video grab a pack of stickers and satisfyingly peel the stickers from their protective sheet.
“It helps me sleep,” (Y/N) replied with a yawn, already feeling drowsy. He closed his eyes, listening to the soft noises in the background. He felt Toji get into the bed as well, stealing the duvet from him. “Fucking bitch.”
“I can always knock you out for the low price of letting me fuck you in your sleep,” Toji said sarcastically. He earned a kick from (Y/N) in response. (Y/N) stole back part of the duvet, wrapping it around himself once again.
“You’re so funny,” (Y/N) replied, mimicking Toji’s sarcasm. He closed his eyes once again, letting the sleepiness take over.