thinking of MODULO YUJI who has been secretly fucking NOBARA'S GRANDDAUGHTER.
LOVE ISN'T RATIONAL, IT'S PHYSICAL !
WARNINGS: 18+, mdni, angst, porn with plot, age-gap (60 years, yikess), yuji is 83-years-old, reader is nobara's granddaughter, taboo relationship (?), tension, cheating (reader is engaged), smoking, yuji is a slightttt jerk (imo), fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, no protection, not proofread (i gave up).
CHARACTERS: ITADORI YUJI (JJK MÓDULO).
You were a pretty little thing. Too pretty to be fooling around with your grandmother's 83-year-old best friend.
But damn it, he was way too attractive and charming for his own good.
He had you in his clutches since the age of 20, his fingers shoved in your mouth as he took you each night.
Those steamy, lust driven moments continuing for about a year before he disappeared.
You were confused and questioned your grandma about why her friend had stopped showing up.
She would explain that he couldn't handle it anymore, watching everyone age while he stayed the same had started messing with his head.
One by one, people he loved grew old, got sick, and disappeared while he stayed exactly the same.
A few years passed, and he never once returned to see Nobara.
Which was strange, considering this had been his second home once.
The house where your grandma had raised you after your parents died. The same house he used to stop by as if he belonged there just as much as you did.
And then, randomly, he was gone...
From Nobara's life. Not yours.
Because every now and then, he still came to see you.
Not often. Never when Nobara was around.
Always quietly, like he was committing a crime just by being there.
He would show up at the very house where Nobara would sit and wonder if her friend was alright; wondering if the man who had sworn off all funerals would attend hers if it ever happened.
His visits were rare, maybe once every month or two, sometimes the break stretching longer than necessary.
You would argue out of concern, hit him, slap him and cry, and end up like you always do.
Him inside you, his lips on yours.
And every single time he looked at you like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Like he shouldn't be there.
But, you knew he wouldn't stop coming back anyway.
It had been a year since his last visit, leaving you with absolutely no way to reach out to him. And it wasn't like you could go out and search for him physically.
That was a conversation you weren't ready to have with your grandmother.
So, you moved on. Met a guy. Grew close.
You weren't sure where the 'yes' came from, having said it before you could process his proposal.
He made you happy. Yet, you weren't content. You thought the confusion came from it being too soon.
It was around 2 AM. Your fiancé had just dropped you home an hour ago, to the same house you still lived in because your grandma refused to let you leave.
You were on your bedroom balcony, leaning against the railing, brainstorming ways to postpone your engagement because you were too much of a coward to break it off.
You let out an exasperated sigh, cigarette hanging from your lips.
And then you hear a familiar voice behind you.
You almost dropped the damn thing.
There he was, the man your mind had stubbornly refused to forget. The man who had haunted every waking moment of your life since he vanished.
"Yuji." Your voice wavered, his name barely leaving your mouth.
For a second you just looked at him, like you were making sure he was real.
Same stupidly young face. Same messy pink hair. Same calm, quiet eyes that had ruined you years ago.
He looked exactly like the last time he left you in this room.
"...You haven't changed." you muttered.
Yuji huffed a soft breath through his nose. "Yeah. I get that a lot."
The cigarette between your fingers burned crookedly while you stared at him.
A whole year had gone by.
One. Whole. Goddamn. Year.
And now he was standing on your balcony like he'd just stepped out for groceries.
You scoffed, shaking your head. "You're unbelievable."
Yuji leaned against the balcony doorframe that connected to your room, hands resting casually in his pockets.
The casual tone made something hot spark in your chest.
He was just watching you, eyes moving slowly over your face like he was checking what had changed in the year he'd been gone.
The ring caught the faint light spilling from the moon itself. Yuji tilted his head slightly.
"Oh, fuck off." you bite back, taking a drag from your cigarette and rolling your eyes.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
You crossed your arms, the diamond flashing again when you moved.
"Have you been watching?" you asked.
Yuji rubbed the back of his neck, as though admitting.
"Old habits." You shook your head, half angry, half exhausted.
He didn't argue. Your eyes dropped briefly to the floor before lifting again.
"Yeah. I figured." The calm in his voice pissed you off more than anything.
"That's it?" you said. "That's all you've got?"
"What?" He looked genuinely confused.
"I don't know," you snapped. "Say something?"
You glared at him like you might actually lose your mind, and he laughs a bit.
"Sorry. Hmmm, let's see..." He ponders for a moment, tilting his head upwards in thought before finally settling on an answer.
"Fucking decent?" you repeated incredulously, frustrated at his choice of adjective.
He lifted his hands slightly.
"What? Do you want me to say he sucks?"
"Maybe!" Yuji snorted softly at your exclamation.
"Relax. I'm sure he's great." You shook head in disbelief, cortisol levels spiking to the stratosphere.
"Stop doing that," you muttered.
"Acting like you don't care." Yuji's expression shifted slightly at that. His eyes moved over your face, slower now.
"...You know that's not true."
"Yeah? You've got a strange way of showing it."
He doesn't answer, just looks to the floor unsurely. You exhaled and drag a hand through your hair.
"You left me for a fucking year, Yuji."
"I get why you stopped meeting with my grandma," you muttered.
"But while she thought you were gone, you were still coming here. To her house. To me." Your voice hardened.
"And sure, disappear for a month or two, I get that. But a whole year?." Your rants are met with quiet again.
"And now you conveniently show up the night I get engaged?" you continued, face visibly stressed now, lips folding around the forgotten cigarette for one last puff before eventually putting it out on the ashtray.
Yuji leaned his shoulder against the wall, gaze drifting out into the dark street beyond the balcony.
Another quiet moment stretched between you.
Then his eyes flicked back to your hand.
"...You happy?" he asked.
The question landed weird.
You opened your mouth, but couldn't conjure up any words, as though you were unsure about your own feelings (you were).
"...Yeah," you said eventually, almost truthful.
Yuji nodded and smiled faintly.
You stepped closer without really thinking.
Close enough now that you could see the scars littering his face a little better, tracing your sight along the one right across his eye.
"...You really haven't aged one bit." you said quietly.
Yuji shrugged, before turning the conversation around.
"You look different." Tilting your head at his statement, you ask for clarification.
"Hotter." he corrected casually.
Your stomach flipped in the most irritating way, and his compliment rushed straight to your cunt.
"You're eighty-three." you said flatly, ignoring the way your underwear dampened at his words.
The way he said it, soft, almost distracted, made something in your chest twist. Yuji doesn't frown, but the faintest hint of a smile was gone once again.
"You definitely shouldn't be in my bedroom."
"Technically I'm on the balcony." Rolling your eyes, you pushed a strand of hair away from your face as the night air brushed past you.
You said his name like it was supposed to snap him out of whatever calm he was hiding behind.
He sighed, like he'd already had this argument a hundred times before.
You were already aware of what's to come, and so was he.
The line should have been drawn a long time ago, and both of you were giving each other the chance to create said phantom line.
But neither of you were ready for that to happen yet.
His gaze slid back to yours, slower this time, like he was measuring the space between you.
And suddenly the air felt heavier. It was dangerously familiar.
Your heart started beating faster again, loud enough you were half convinced he could hear it.
You were literally engaged.
And yet, you'd never been wetter than you were right now.
Standing two feet away from the man who had spent the last four years showing up whenever he felt like it and wrecking whatever stability you tried to build.
The words slipped out before you could stop them. Yuji tilted his head slightly, watching you like he was trying to figure out what you meant.
"Show up like nothing happened."
He watched you quietly for a moment, the faint night breeze tugging at his hair.
Your jaw tightened, the irritation settling sharp in your chest.
"You're also my grandmother's best friend."
Yuji's mouth twitched slightly, and you couldn't tell if it was from guilt or amusement
Yuji smirked faintly, like he couldn't help himself.
You stepped even closer now, almost toe to toe with him, the space between you shrinking to nothing.
Yuji looked down at you, and for a second, the teasing faded from his face.
"...You look good," he said quietly.
Your breath caught slightly, heart beating rapidly against your chest.
You swallowed, already knowing this was a terrible idea. The ring felt heavier on your finger now.
"You should probably go inside," he murmured.
His voice was low, almost thoughtful, like he'd only just realized how close the two of you were standing.
"Big day tomorrow, right? Announcing your engagement and all." he said simply.
He said it so calmly, so matter-of-factly, like he was talking about the weather. Something ugly twisted in your chest.
"So now you're being responsible?" you scoffed.
Yuji pushed off the wall, straightening a little as be turned his head away.
Your heart started beating faster again.
"You didn't care about responsibility when I was twenty."
His gaze sharpened slightly. "That was different."
"It shouldn't have happened."
Your laugh was quiet and disbelieving.
"Weird. I didn't hear you say that when you took my virginity."
The words hung there, sharp and a little reckless.
It wasn't like you didn't remember how it started.
Back when he still came by the house to see Nobara. He'd sit at the kitchen table or out on the porch with her, quiet most of the time, preferring to listen rather than he speak.
Nobara did most of the talking while he just watched, that tired, distant look always sitting somewhere behind his eyes.
You used to linger around longer than necessary, always in his peripheral.
Asking him small questions just to get him to look at you.
At first, he'd brushed you off, saying it was just Kugisaki's granddaughter being curious.
But you'd been persistent, staring at him with those yearning eyes.
And somewhere along the way, Yuji stopped pretending he wasn't affected by it.
A quiet falls over you both, Yuji unable to banter back.
You look up at him again, really look this time, like you were trying to confirm he hadn't changed during your time apart.
The same steady eyes watching you, the same mouth that always curved just enough to unsettle you, and the same hands that had once learned you too well.
Yuji went still, the words settling between you like something heavier than either of you expected.
"If you're suddenly so concerned," you continued quietly.
Yuji exhaled slowly, the sound quiet yet deliberate.
His eyes didn't leave yours.
"...You know I'm good at that."
Your lips curved faintly despite yourself.
You moved even closer, leaving barely any space between the two of you.
Yuji didn't say anything.
He just pulled you in and kissed you.
He was effortless with his movements, closing the balcony door behind him. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, his arms drowning you in their weight.
Lips heavy against yours, he projected all the pent-up vigor for the past year into that kiss.
"Fuckk baby...you gotta stop smokin those cigs." He moans, pulling away from you with the taste of smoke on his lips.
"No can do. Gotta die young." You huff against the kiss.
"Jealoussss." He humors you with a smirk, connecting your lips again.
You kept your arms circled over his shoulders even as he gently lays you on the edge of the bed, toying with your tits.
It was in the blink of an eye and very hasty movements that your clothes were stripped off your body, his hands making quick work.
And while you were bare, he was frustratingly, unfairly, and completely clothed.
Yuji caught the way you looked at him and his gaze softened slightly, something heavier flickering behind it.
He stripped himself of his jacket, and yet, you weren't satisfied.
He didn't take off the simple white tee that looked a size too small on him (not that you were complaining), but you barely had any control over moments like these.
His hands met your waist and slid down your side, slow this time, almost deliberate as he kneeled down, face terribly close to your cunt.
Spreading your legs wider, he admired the sight of your damp panties. A very clear wet patch, dead center, darker than it's original baby pink color.
"You're soaked." He comments, giving his lips a swipe with his tongue.
"Shut up." You retort, embarrassed by the fact that you totally were crying down your thighs.
Every molecule of your body burned with the desire for this man, and that very desire was being admired by Yuji.
Slowly, he tugs at your waistband, sliding the fabric off with ease as he discreetly pockets it.
Yuji runs a finger along your entrance, feeling the slick heat of your arousal, no longer able to resist the pure want that rushed to his cock.
Your were burning under his touch, blushing in anticipation.
When he lowered himself further between your legs, the breath you let out was quieter, steadier, but no less inevitable than the kiss that had started it all.
Yuji gave one teasing lick before diving in, burying his face between your spread thighs.
He ate you out with a softness you hadn't experienced before. Not even from him.
Slowly, desperately, he runs the flat of his tongue along your slit, from base to peak, savoring the dripping slick that coated his taste buds.
"Fuckkk that feels good..." You writhe under his tongue.
You didn't even realize when your right thigh came to rest on his shoulder; all you knew was that you felt him deeper because of it.
You lean back into the mattress, one hand clutching his hair to gain footing.
His calloused hands smoothed over your chest, rough fingers pinching and bruising your tits in tandem with his tongue.
"Missed this so fuckin' much..." Yuji's words were barely audible, and frankly, you did not give a shit once his mouth engulfed your pussy.
His tongue was so hot and rough against your cunt. Eating you out with deep, sensual strokes.
Your vacant hand rushed to cover you mouth, afraid that even a tiny slip-up could be hazardous.
Yuji looks up at you, mouth still very much on your pussy as your eyes met his dazed, sultry ones.
"Is Kugisaki home?" Yuji questions, only taking a brief pause to speak, lips suctioning around your clit.
You only nod, moaning against your palm.
"I see. Can you stay quiet for now?" He asks, stopping his ministrations.
You fall deaf to him, already drunk off his tongue as he grabs your attention with a cheeky bite to your inner thigh.
"Can you stay quiet, princess? Do that for me?"
Using your elbow as leverage, you lift yourself barely, meeting his eyes in a desperate attempt for him to continue.
Yuji takes his time, mapping every inch of your pussy with his mouth, committing it to memory.
The rigged wet muscle swirls around your clit, flicking the bundle of nerves, before delving deep to slurp at your arousal.
He moans, right against your cunt.
The squelching was even worse, reaching your ears involuntarily, acting as evidence of his talented tongue.
Lapping at your sopping cunt, his movements were wild yet precise, knowing the messiness of it all turned you on more than anything.
And when he plunged deeper, hitting the very spot that made you spasm, your head flew back.
Yuji smirks, nose pressed flush against your clit as he watches you clench and fall apart on his tongue.
"Hahh...you're still so messy." He comments. You observe him clean your slick up, watching as he gulps down the residual.
He stood up, leaning down to kiss you messily before you could even sit up, sharing your own taste with you.
"You're wayyy too loud baby..." He teases, smushing your cheeks with his hand and giving your lips a nasty smooch.
"Ahhh, why did Kugisaki have to be home today?" Yuji complained once he pulled away.
You give a weak shrug, still high off your release.
"Her room is downstairs. She won't hear us."
Yuji didn't seem convinced.
This had been a first. He never fucked you with Nobara still in the house, always planning his visits accordingly.
He avoided it completely after the many, many, many close calls he had in the first year of actively fucking you.
But he liked to hear you get loud, so this really was a shame.
"Can't you put up a curtain?"
Obviously he couldn't. The only reason he managed to stay undetected was because...he was Itadori Yuji.
Putting up a curtain would be like placing a huge banner up for Nobara that says 'Itadori Yuji was here'.
So he resorted to the next best thing. He reached into his pocket, taking out your panties he stashed away not even 5 minutes ago.
"Let's do it the old fashioned way." He muses, giving you a sly smile.
He wanted to stuff your mouth with it.
"Just fuck me already. I'll be quiet."
Yuji pouts a little at your shut down, flinging the garment on the bed.
To be honest, he was already tight against his boxers the moment he stepped on that balcony, and at this point, his cock was straining, waiting to sink inside you.
So he quickly slipped out of his clothes as you watched in awe.
You admired the same body for the nth time. Every muscle, every stretch mark, every blemish, all burnt into your brain from your previous endeavors.
His right hand came up to your face to gently hold your jaw. His thumb dragged your bottom lip under it's weight, letting it bounce into place a second later.
Almost predictably, two fingers grazed against your lips and dipped inside your mouth.
You almsot choke due to the ridiculous length of his fingers.
"Scared of a little panties? Shame...."
You swallow around him, covering his fingers in your spit. Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth as he gently pressed against your tongue, narrowly going deeper.
His other hand had already found it's place between your legs, sinking his fingers in your convulsing heat.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Your ears were burning from the way your pussy spoke to him.
Moaning around him, a long string of your saliva trailing his fingers as they leave your mouth to now stroke his cock.
He continues to stretch you out with his left hand before, curling his middle fingers nice and good before he slips them out with a wet plop.
You knew what that meant, nodding in agreement. You turn and crawl up the bed, on your hands and knees.
Yuji follows suit, getting dangerously close with his hands on your waist.
You reach under your pillow covers, going to grab the condoms you keep stashed away for Yuji's visits.
But before you could even rummage through, Yuji's hand engulfed yours, intertwining completely as he pushed forward, pummeling into your cunt without a word.
"Eugh-Mphm-!" Your strangled cry is cut off when Yuji clamps his other hand tightly over your mouth.
The very hand that was in your cunt mere seconds ago, your slick still shining on his fingers as the wetness swiped on your cheek.
Your ass rippled with each thrust, leaving a stinging ache across your skin.
"Mphm-! Mphm-!" Your muffled moans were adorable to Yuji, absolutely bullying into your pussy, your back arching more as the force pushed your chest against the mattress.
You clenched around him in pulses, hiccupping with every thrust Yuji gave you. He was doubled over, leaning forward with you to keep his chest flush against your back.
He was so goddamn fucking greedy.
Your morals lay forgotten with how easily he reached your cervix, finding your own sick pleasure amidst this delicious form of torture.
His weight was grueling, suffocating you from the sheer amount of pressure, hips never faltering as he splits you open on his girthy cock.
"Didn't you- hah!- promise to be quiet?" Yuji cooed in your ear, his own moans getting the best of him.
Did that even matter anymore?
The sound of skin clapping should have been enough to bring your grandma looking if she weren't sleeping.
Yuji's breath was warm and heavy against your cheek, feigning ignorance to the way your eyes rolled back, spit bubbles emerging around his hand that 'kept you quiet'.
The resounding clash of skin on skin terrifyingly put your pathetic moans to shame, and you truly wondered if this could wake your grandma.
"So. Fucking. hah-! Sexy."
He punctuated his words with every push, grinding his pelvis against your ass, messing up your insides. You could only whimper, eyes glossing over.
He was rutting into you like a man possessed, sweat dripping down his face as he loomed over you.
Your body had surrendered to his brutal pace.
Your trembling left hand inched up to cover the hand on your mouth, the cool metal of your engagement ring making Yuji falter in his rhythm.
The smooth band pressed against Yuji's calloused knuckles as he muffled your cries, the sensation giving him pause.
It was a shitty reminder.
But consequences be damned.
"Gonna- hahh-! fill you up today, okay?"
"Yeah babyy, oh- fuck-! of course you are. You've always- ah-! wanted me to fill this pretty fucking pussy, haven't you."
"Ohh fuckhh yess!" You groaned against his palm, desperately biting down on his skin
"I remember how you- ngh-! used to beg me to cum inside this greedy hole. Still feel- hahh-! bad...that I refused you every time."
Your walls fluttered around him, your body's telltale sign acting as a catalyst for his next actions.
Your vision turned around as he effortlessly flipped you on your back, thighs pressing against your chest.
He damn near folded you in half.
"I'll give you what you fucking- mhmm.. want."
Your moans were swallowed up by his mouth, your cries of ecstasy and agony blending together until they were indistinguishable.
Yuji drank them in, his thrusts growing more demanding.
His hands gripped your thighs punishingly hard, fingers sinking into your soft flesh, surely leaving bruises in their wake.
It didn't matter that you were gushing the very next second, creaming his cock with every drop settling as a ring around his base.
Convulsing rapidly, you felt completely spent and boneless even as he followed suit not long after, filling you up for the very first time.
Yuji knew what came next.
He already knew how this story went.
You were young. You still had a life ahead of you. A life that moved forward.
Loving you would be the cruelest thing he could do.
You deserved someone who could stay, someone who would grow old with you.
Someone who wouldn’t look exactly the same in thirty years while you slowly changed.
But how could he pretend you weren't made for him? Especially with how your pussy moulded around him so perfectly.
The match of a key to it's lock.
Yuji lightly brushed your cheek with his knuckles as the two of you came down from the height of ecstasy.
He kissed you slow and tentative, already shifting you around to fuck you slow and deep again.
He trailed your body with kisses, folding your body into however he wanted to take you for the rest of the night.
Even if he stayed back, the two of you couldn't be anything. He wouldn't stay just to watch as he outlives you and perhaps even your own kids.
Leaving now would be kinder.
He wasn’t sure which would hurt you more.
Staying away…or coming back.
You woke to the faint buzzing of your phone somewhere on the bedside table, the sound vibrating lazily against the wood.
For a moment, you didn’t move; the sheets were twisted around your sore legs, the room still warm from the night before, and the bruises that littered your skin blatantly sensitive.
The space beside you was empty.
You turned your head just enough to glance at the screen.
Your eyes drifted back to the ceiling as the memories of last night crept in whether you wanted them to or not; the way he touched you and the way he held you afterward.
How just a few hours before sunrise, you were nestled against his chest as he traced the blushing bruises he left on your skin.
Neither of you had said anything. Just laid in the quiet peacefulness of it all.
You wondered if he had left like every other time, disappearing, only to show up again months later like nothing had happened.
Or, was this time different?
Had this been the last time?
Somewhere in the back of your mind, a quieter, desperate thought crept in.
Was his decision to not pull out last night an incentive to stay with you?
You were delusional, wondering if being pregnant would do it.
You even questioned if breaking off your engagement would bring him back.
But, would he even return?
The worst part was knowing that even if he did…
He would eventually leave again.
You raised your forearm to cover your eyes, letting the tears slip quietly into your hairline.
The truth had been blaringly obvious to you.
You just never wanted to accept that Yuji had always been good at leaving.
art creds: junkboh on twt.
a/n: this fic made me realize how rarely i write p in v. but i needed that old man dick inside me.
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