You slept beside Megumi, untouched by the unrest that haunted the hours after midnight. Your breathing rose and fell in gentle rhythm, soft enough to be mistaken for silence itself, while the silver moonlight poured across your features like something sacred. For a moment, you did not seem real to him. You looked far too delicate to exist within a world as cruel as this one.
Megumi watched you quietly.
His fingers wandered through your hair with absent tenderness, as if he feared the moment would dissolve if he touched too harshly. Nights like these always left him restless. No blood stained his hands tonight, no curses lurked beyond the walls, yet exhaustion still lingered beneath his skin like an old scar that never truly healed. The jujutsu world had hollowed something inside him long ago, carving itself into bone and spirit alike until even peace felt temporary.
But you…You remained the only thing untouched by the ruin of it all. You were the devotion that carried him through both salvation and ruin.
Sometimes Megumi thought loving you felt dangerously close to worship.
He wanted this moment to stretch endlessly into eternity. Wanted to remain here with his face buried against your shoulder while the world unraveled somewhere far beyond reach. With you, the noise faded. The endless expectations, the violence, the suffocating weight of being needed by everyone except himself. Your embrace felt like standing beneath starlight after surviving years trapped underwater.
And selfishly, he wanted more of it.
Megumi held onto you the way lonely people cling to the last light left in the world. Quietly and desperately. Like letting go would send him collapsing into something he could never return from.
Yet the words remained imprisoned behind his teeth.
He loved you with a depth that frightened him, but Megumi had never known how to love loudly. His affection existed in silence; in the careful way he pulled the blankets over your shoulders, in the way his eyes softened whenever you looked away, in every promise he carried alone without ever allowing you to hear them.
Beneath that calm expression lived countless futures he wished to give you someday. Softer mornings where he hugged you from behind as you make breakfast, a life untouched by bloodshed. A home where neither of you had to fear tomorrow.
But the world still demanded too much from him.
So for now, Megumi could only lie beside you in the quiet dark, memorizing the warmth of your sleeping form while silently mourning all the parts of himself he had not yet learned how to give.
For now, all he could do was continue taking from your love while offering only fragments of himself in return.
Someday, he thought. When the world loosened its grip around his throat.
girldad!yuji who coddles his beautiful baby girl. he rubs his thumb gently through her growing pink hair, whispering to her sweetly how cute she is and how much he loves her. he covers her in kisses when she starts crying and whining, cuddling with her when it’s nap time, and happily watching her meet her milestones.
girldad!yuji who runs his errands with his baby. he needs to pick up a few things from the grocery store? he lets her grab at the things they don’t need. he needs to run to the bank? he holds her in his arms the whole time he’s talking to the banker. he shows her different elastics, hair accessories, and clothes when he brings her to the store and lets her point at one or the other even though she doesn’t really understand they’re for her. he’s attached to his daughter and wants to always be with her.
girldad!yuji who insists on doing his daughter’s hair every morning for school, if she asks, or just in general. he learned how to braid, dutch braid, fishtail braid, put her hair in pigtails neatly, do a half-up half-down without having to rip out her hair when ready to be taken out. he takes care of her soft hair and makes sure she’s happy with the way he experiments with it.
girldad!yuji who isn’t afraid to call the school when his sweet girl comes home crying about kids who are being stupidly mean and boys who like to tease. he lets her stay home on rough days even if you protest, claiming ‘she needs a break for a day’. after he would call the school, he didn’t hear complaints from his precious daughter anymore.
girldad!yuji who puts his daughters priorities above his own. she needs to get a school project done even though he needs a nap? delay the sleep and make sure she gets a good grade. she needs him to fix one of her toys even though he was already busy doing something? scratch that and make sure the toy works better than before it was broken. he needs his daughter to be happy to fulfill his own endearing emotions.
girldad!yuji who makes sure his baby girl knows he will always support her. he makes sure to be at parent-teacher day, at her school events, career day. he makes sure she knows he supports her dreams and is sure those dreams start off early.
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a/n :: dad!yuji is the cutest thing ever there are like zero fanfics about this loving father ;C (also posting this in honor of the jjk modulo trailer and getting three seconds of older yuji 🤤)
Yuji’s always been mesmerized with you. He loved your hair, your eyes, your contagious laugh, even how you slept. What he didn’t and couldn’t love, however, was your everlasting empathy towards him. He always felt he could be better, always drove himself further and further past his limits just to be strong enough. Strong enough to protect, to keep, or even just be. But you always stopped that mentality. You always hugged him from behind in the mornings, shirt slipping off your shoulder and still groggy with sleep, but kissing your boyfriend’s warm and solid body against yours. You didn’t even want to put on clothes after the night before, and he clearly left an impression on you, because you were tugging him back with a gentle laugh. You always bought him his favorite things, and because he’s only growing more and more, you made sure it was in bulk.
Even with your smaller job, he got paid good enough to keep the shared apartment up, especially now that you two were in your early 20’s. He’s still a sorcerer, but he did well with his trauma and found a person he once adored from way back in middle school, rekindled those feelings, and got you wrapped around his finger. He always bought the flowers you liked to present in the vase on the table, not wanting thank you’s and awe’s and any real, big reaction. He just wanted you to acknowledge their beauty as he does yours. He was smitten, he was starved, he was pining. He already had you, but it wasn’t enough!! He was obsessed with how you felt during intimacy, engrossed in your sounds and expressions, how your back bowed invertedly in hopes to escape the overwhelming pleasure he pushed into you. He also pushed something far deeper into you.. deeper than any basic surface tension or shallow horniness. His kin, something deep in his conscientiousness, forged a nasty, primal need.
And so he did it.
After one night, he returned from the bathroom with a small wet rag, ready to clean you up. But there he saw you lie, head tossed back and still breathy, arm over your eyes from the big light. With your full body on display, he was a bit frozen, eyeing your heaving chest to your curling toes. So you still felt it, hm? He hadn’t meant to go raw, but he ran out of rubbers and wasn’t wasting your ovulation at the store, so he just went all out. He wasn’t usually rough or demanding or any of the sort, but seeing his seed oozing down your slit and to the sweat-stained sheets had his body locked up. The towel was dropped, and a second round was pursued. You persevered despite exhaustion. And despite you both saying you wanted ultimate stability and trust for this kind of thing, what felt like a bucket of cum dumped into you was now… stuck. And growing something else. Something else, entirely!!! You hold a test, mortified one morning, and Yuji goes from shock to… not-shock. He wasn’t surprised - after all, he tapped during your ovulation, and now, there’s proof of his love for you. His plan all along - he was a bit giddy! He instantly reassured you that you both can keep it a secret until a bump shows, and so, preparations gradually eased their way into your apartment. Nothing material just yet, but he was extra loving and careful, and you began seeing a lot more baby stuff on your social media.
You had a few carts of items lined up, but decided you’d wait a little. And so, month after month passed. The first trimester was all bark no bump. Your nipples fucking hurt and so did your shifting body, boobs swelling and beginning to produce, but not quite yet. You were a lot more sensitive and hated how you felt in the mornings, and even sometimes throughout the day. Yuji was always there, the doting, loving boyfriend. On the surface, he was. In reality, he’d grown more possessive and mature about this than ever, constantly holding or eyeing your abdomen. He loved knowing you’d eventually swell more there, and while he loves your tits, he can’t help but tease you with their tenderness.
Yuji’s plan worked, and even if he didn’t wanna admit it, the domesticity of this situation made him whole again. The second trimester came slow, because finally, a bump would begin to form. And wow, did you swell fast! It went from a tiny bit of what could’ve been bloating, to a very large and noticeable difference in size. It wasn’t all the way present, but that baby was alive and kicking! Your doctor’s appointments got switched from normal to Shoko, and she wasn’t exactly a pro, but she was able to check for any cursed energy that might alter your body. Sadly, it probably would, and the chanced were high with a 70/30%. Yuji hated that. He felt he’d tainted you with a burden, and that the transition might hurt you. But you actually… leaned into it pretty easily. You finally told Nobara and Fushiguro by the 6th month, right before your third trimester, and they just looked… mortified.
“Yuji? That’s your baby daddy?” She asked with disappointment, and Fushiguro just huffed something exasperated, as if he’d expected Yuji to be as stupid as to knocking his precious woman up.
”You’re supposed to be careful, jackass.” He murmured, but nonetheless embraced you both, and you felt grateful that his friends supported it.
Nobara became the first big aunty. She was absolutely crawling over you, more doting than Yuji if anything, buying lots of necessary items.
She was honestly a big help, now that you guys were actually nesting!
The third trimester started, and Yuji was sent on a long mission for the first few days, which set off your hormones like crazy. You genuinely felt like the world was gonna end without him, and because he gave up intercourse now that your bump was here, you were literally suffering. You felt like he didn’t love you, he didn’t want you anymore, and that sadness quickly went to anger. So when he returned, his first obstacle was putting his bag down, taking his shoes off, and… facing the wrath of his insanely hormonal and very pregnant lover. Even as you cried and demanded he answered your demands for clarity, he just tugged you closer like he always did when he got home, and kissed three places: your temple, forehead, then your lips. Soft and welcoming if you’d just stop trying to talk between them. Soft and welcoming, he kissed deeper. Slower. Made sure you felt and tasted every drop and ounce of his wanton. And you did, pulling back with bated breath and glassy eyes. Still caught up in your emotions. He couldn’t help but exhale, a smile gracing his tired lips, and scooping you up like you weighed nothing - just to remind you he was and is still the strongest, and under no circumstances would he have fallen out of love for the incredible hospitality your body is giving his child. He made love to you that night, gentle and gingery on your side, lifting your leg and whispering something sweet into the shell of your ear. He was truly a romantic at the end of the day, and a bit goofy, because he softened you right back up to your beautiful, malleable state.
And as the final month threw you both into a final week, and then a final, yet unsuspecting day, you guys got the overnight bags packed, and laid together calmly. You had no idea that it would be so soon, but as you wake up the next morning and get up for a bit of coffee—hoping to at least get your daily caffeine intake before the day killed you with this kid kicking—you notice something. He kicked lower at first, but now, it’s up! He’s dropped, and you hadn’t picked up until now. Yuji always talked against your rounded belly and kissed the now-outstretched marks adorning your bump, he found that difference today, as well. It was around noon when he returned for lunchtime, luckily having an easy schedule today. You guys were in the kitchen, laughing at something stupid and proof that 24 is still young, until.. a gush. You stood there, face frozen with the smile you once had laughing, and your head cranks down… slowly.
Yuji looked the same - kinda. His eyes widened, and you both exchange glances between your now wet floors and each other’s expressions, and for some odd reason… began to laugh. It wasn’t the cute, shocked ones most people did in awe of the moment, but loud, heart, boisterous laughs that had Yuji holding his stomach. What a random time to arrive, this baby! You knew not to panic, instead changing into something more manageable for the doctors and stretching one last time for good measure, as you have been for months. Yuji helped you open your hips a litttttllleee more, and as you finished up and cleaned up, he collected the bag and called Shoko to let her know the baby would be arriving in a few hours. He was still a bit jumpy and rather nervous, but a good anxiousness flooded his body and oddly enough would produce a fuck ton of dopamine, making him all giddy and excited. You both did a good job preparing, and now came the… annoying part. Dilations. It didn’t hurt the first few hours, so you and Yuji took a walk. Every now and then, if it transitioned into a different size, you’d grumble or stop to hold your bump irritably. He helped you walk by then. Walking is very useful for keeping the body up and able; keeping you from losing your goddamn mind. When you got to 7cm dilated, Yuji finally got Ijitchi for a ride to the labor room, and boy were you hurting! Your cervix was trying to split itself in half, and you were lucky you did all of those stretches, or else you would’ve been crying in pain. Yuji’s hand has never been gripped harder. By now, it’s in the afternoon, and Nobara is already at the doctor’s room waiting patiently.
Now here you are, opened up for the world to see, feeling absolutely disgusted by this position. Yuji was to your left, holding your hand tightly and kissing your temple, well-prepared for whatever the hell is about to come out of you.
Skipping the true horrors of birth, it was midnight when that little devil creature finally got squeezed out of you—it is your first child, after all—and you find,
It’s a human alright, and it’s a girl!
Yuji looked… mesmerized. He tended to you first, wiping sweat from your forehead and tears from your flushed cheeks, gently gliding your mussed hair back as the doctor guided a now-clean and squirming, living little thing into your arms. You coo and stroke the small, soft cheek of your little girl, and her wails ease into something akin to harmony with your heaving chest. After a few minutes of analyzing and getting her properly swaddled, Yuji is passed the baby, and he began to cry. He wept for this little things.. being. Her mere existence made him both a father and a family, and he kissed her little forehead or temple too, just as he did for you.
Yuji’s always been mesmerized with you. He loved your hair, your eyes, your contagious laugh, even how you slept. He also loved mini-you. She was adorable and giggly and sweet, and was the perfect mix between you both. But what he most-noticed..
She has your hair, your eyes, and such a contagious laugh. Seeing you both curled in bed together made him fulfilled; Yuji has a new purpose, and a true reason to be the strongest. He has a family.
A/n: my bad guys I needed something to post, so here’s a sloppy idea of how Yuji and you delve through parenthood.
thinking about growing old with yuuji, who confesses his love to you shortly before you graduate from jujutsu high. his words tumble out in a mess of emotions that makes your heart ache. he looks so vulnerable standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, amber eyes wide with fear of rejection.
you kiss him and he melts against you like he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment. your relationship makes all his suffering worth it. every battle, every near-death experience, every night spent haunted by the screams of those he couldn’t save.
all of it fades into nothing when you’re in his arms.
thinking about growing old with yuuji, who insists on you moving into an apartment in the city together.
you fall into the routine and rhythm of domesticity — cooking unhealthy portions of spicy ramen together, your laughter echoing off the kitchen walls. curling up on the sofa together and watching studio ghibli and horror movies, his arm wrapped around you as you bury your face in his chest during the scary parts. he traces patterns on your skin as you sleep, memorizing every inch of you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he looks away for even a second.
thinking about growing old with yuuji, who proposes on a random tuesday, down on one knee in your living room with a ring he’d clearly saved up for for months.
thinking about growing old with yuuji, who cries bittersweet tears at your wedding. it’s a small, very private affair, consisting of everyone who survived sukuna. when you kiss as husband and wife, yuuji holds you so tight you can barely breathe
thinking about growing old with yuuji, who isn’t really growing any older, any weaker. who watches you age until you look old enough to be his mother, his grandmother. your hair turns silver, your hands spotted with age, your movements slow.
thinking about growing old with yuuji, who traces your wrinkles and refuses to leave you despite how weird and disorienting it is for you to see your husband look like a teenager while you’re geriatric. who still thinks you’re just as beautiful as you were the day he met you.
thinking about growing old with yuuji, who hates how far you’ve grown apart. separate rooms. separate beds. separate lives. not because you don’t love him—you do, so much—but because it hurts too much to wake up next to someone who doesn’t age while your body fails you day by day.
thinking about growing old with yuuji, whose heart is beyond shattered when he realizes he’s going to be alone some day. so he leaves —because he thinks it’s easier for you, less confusing for your foggy brain — without saying goodbye. pressing a kiss to the wrinkled skin of your forehead. leaving a letter on your nightstand. gone with the moon.
thinking about growing old with yuuji, who only returns after you succumb to old age and a broken heart. whose grief is exacerbated when he sees his kids who look so much older than him.
thinking about yuuji, who leaves orchids by your grave every week. who sits in solitude, weeping. it’s the first time he experiences what the rest of his miserable life is going to be like. he’s going to be alone forever. your son and daughter will die eventually. and he’ll be left in solitude to mourn you forever. with the same face, year after year, like time has simply stopped considering him worth touching.
thinking about yuuji, who can’t bring himself to look at your children, with wrinkles of their own, with children of their own, and eyes full of pity so thick it chokes him.
thinking about yuuji, who watches his reflection in shop windows, in puddles after rain, in the polished surface of your headstone. forever fifteen. forever the boy who confessed with shaking hands and a voice that cracked on your name. he traces the faint scars on his face and wonders if this is his punishment. not the screaming in his head, not the blood on his hands, but this eternal youth where he’s forced to watch everything he loves turns to dust.
thinking about yuuji, who’s slowly starting to struggle to remember your face. to remember what your voice sounded like. to remember your touch. and finds himself wishing he’d never told you how he felt in the first place.
yuji who worries way too much about his pregnant wife
cw/notes: no use of y/n // drabble // fluff and a hint of hurt/comfort (kinda idk) // everyone is 18+ // yuji worries a bunch // readers hormones r crazy and she cantttt w/ his ass // might be a bit too accurate on pregnancy sucking ass bc Ive actually lived it lol // yuji is so cutesy in this // yelling at yuji then feeling bad and taking it back // making yuji upset
"Did you remember to do your kick counts?"
"Are you sure you're drinking enough water?"
"What the hell are you doing!?" Is what Yuji usually yells when he practically lunges at you for trying to carry anything remotely heavy.
"You think it's too early to pack the hospital bag… or?"
These are all things your husband, Yuji Itadori, has asked you since tagging along to all your ob appointments, and ever since he's been driving you crazy trying to make sure you follow the doctor's orders to a t. He's constantly hovering, worrying—and it shouldn't bother you, not when you know he means well, but god, he's damn near suffocating you. Always asking questions, trailing behind you anywhere you go (even if you waddle faster), and you swear if he asks about your kick count one more time, you might actually lose it.
Yuji stops in front of you—in front of the show you're watching, more specifically, "Did you take your prenatals toda-"
"Yuji!" You finally snap, making him visibly flinch at your sudden harshness. "Can you just stop talking for one second and leave me alone!?"
As soon as the words leave your lips, you instantly wish you could take them all back, and it's only made worse when you see him retreat a little, slowly backing away, trying hard not to look at you when his eyes start to burn.
It feels horrible seeing him like this, knowing you only said it in the heat of the moment, not because you meant any of it. Sure, he's been getting on your nerves lately, but that's only because your hormones have been completely out of wack, and pregnancy? Every week has you more miserable than the last, which does nothing to help your thinning patience. But even you know none of that excuses what you said, not when he does everything to make sure you're treated like a princess.
"Sorry- I didn't…" He trails off, unable to look you in the eye. The thought that he'd been getting on your nerves this whole time, when he was only trying to help, has his heart sinking.
You're already at your feet before he has the chance to walk away, "No, Yu, don't go." Your arms wrap tightly around him as tears start to well in your eyes. "I didn't mean it, I promise."
He lets out a soft sigh, his hands immediately going to your hair, fingers gently running through the strands, before moving to wipe the tears starting to spill over.
"It's okay, beautiful," he murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to your damp cheek.
"But I made you feel bad," You sob into his hoodie, drenching the fabric as you hug him tighter. "I'm a horrible wife, a horrible partner, god… I'm gonna be a horrible mom too."
The tears keep coming, and it only makes him hold you closer, "Shh… It's not your fault," He whispers softly into your hair. "You're not a bad wife or partner, and you won't be a bad mother. That's impossible. You're just feeling overwhelmed and pregnant… and…"
You sniffle as you look up at him through puffy eyes.
"And… sometimes I can be too much," he quietly admits, "I just worry a lot. You and our baby? You guys are my everything, my entire life now."
You shift to your tiptoes, throwing your arms around his neck as you pull him down to you. "I love you so, so much, Yu." You pull away, "You know that, right?"
He nods, pressing his forehead to yours, "I love you too, beautiful."
Then, slowly, he drops to his knees, "And you." He says softly, keeping his voice low so he won't 'scare' the baby.
He peppers endless kisses along your growing bump, leaving you a giggling mess as you realize in this moment that you're right where you want to be—with your loving, over-caring husband who manages to do too much and exactly what you need.
as always ty for any reblogs, comments, and likes!! <33
divider creds: @/ruikareika + @/condybunny + (lost some of the other divs) fanart by: @/f_tality0
Megumi Fushiguro didn’t really expect his life years from jujutsu high to be like this.
In fact, nobody did.
But when life gives you a wife, it’s a happy life. And when life gives you a wife, you’re now entitled to tea parties…?
And the said child, a beautiful baby girl with his eyes and his mother’s energy had been jumping up and down with joy in a pink Aurora dress that had sequins and cheap glitter coming off with her leaps.
A pink tiara and a rose coloured teapot. Megumi’s large figure looked comically ridiculous as he squatted on the small plastic chair, his legs awkwardly extended to not touch the matching plastic table low to the ground and with toy sets of plastic dessert and tea cups with simple floral patterns, filled with water and some rose petal for the aesthetic.
“Welcome to my tea party, dadd-I mean your highness!” Little Aiko beamed and held her hand out. Megumi swallowed his pride and smirked, taking her tiny little hand with plastic rings and friendship bracelets decorating her wrist; into his much larger hand that had killed many. He kissed one of the rings. “It’s my honour, princess.” He said dramatically.
She smiled, satisfied before twirling around to her tea pot. “Would you like some tea, your highness?” “I would love some.” “How much sugar?” She reached into the plastic jar of imaginary sugar. “No sugar please.” Aiko gasped.
“Daddy! No sugar?!”
“Yeah ‘dad’, no sugar?” You teased, stepping outside in a sundress Aiko had (forced) you to wear with a sun hat. “Your majesty! Welcome to my tea party!”
You leaned down to cradle your toddler’s chubby cheeks and give her a kiss that made her giggle. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You whispered. “Sit next to the king!” Her tiny hands dragged your one hand to sit on the plastic chair beside Megumi.
“Oh, I don’t think we’ve met before, your majesty..” you went along with the act, reaching your hand out. Megumi smirked at your antics that clearly Aiko had inherited. “No, it seems I’ve never seen such a lovely lady before.”
He pressed a kiss to your wedding ring and a sneaky kiss to your wrist. “Mommy! Daddy! You have to wear these crowns!” She held paper crowns that were poorly cut and plastic gems glued on.
She was adamant on sitting on your lap before putting it on your head. Then, she gave the other hat to your hands. “You have to put it on daddy!” You giggled when Megumi leaned his head down as you placed the crown on his head.
“Charmed to be crowned by the most beautiful lady in the kingdom.” you knew Megumi would never say things like this unless it was for his baby girl. Yet it seemed like he enjoyed the role play. “Oh! Meet Mrs. And Mr. Teddy! They’re on their honey moon..” she whispered the last bit. You shook the hands of the inanimate plushie.
“An honour to meet you both.” The tea party had went on, Megumi and you getting into element as “meeting each other for the first time.” Until it was late afternoon. Aiko got drowsy over time, until while she was pouring maybe the fifteenth cup of tea (water) before her eyes dropped.
Megumi picked her up as she fell asleep in his shoulder. “Good night, princess.” He whispered, carrying her to bed and changing her clothes into ‘royal’ pajamas, tucking her in and kissing her forehead.
You were cleaning up outside’s party when Megumi leaned on the door, crown in his hand, and arms crossed. “What’re you staring at?” You teased. “Hm, nothing.” He dismissed.
You stepped close to him, and his hands found their rightful place on your hips like he was on autopilot.
“She picked this dress out?” He murmured.
“Said I looked like a princess in this one. This was the-“
“dress I proposed to you in, yeah, I noticed..”
of course he did, he always remembered these details. “If I knew you were wearing something like this, I wouldn’t be wearing a sweater and jeans, Y’know.” He grumbled, back to his usual personality you married.
You giggled, and brushed some sequins off his sweater with the back of your hand before your arms looped around his neck. He leaned in, nuzzling in your collarbone.
“I’m glad this is my home.” He whispered. “What, tea parties and glitter?” You chuckled. “No..” he pressed a kiss to you, soft with passion, like he was kissing you the same way he did years ago as your first kiss.
Your fingers tangled into his spiky hair. When you pulled away, he almost whined. “I mean my two girls..you are my home..”
and now, Megumi held onto both of your dressses, held onto the paper crowns, and reminisced his two losses playing tea party with him.
If yall tell me you didn’t see that coming then you clearly don’t read my stuff, it’s like instinct now.
Yuji’s always been mesmerized with you. He loved your hair, your eyes, your contagious laugh, even how you slept. What he didn’t and couldn’t love, however, was your everlasting empathy towards him. He always felt he could be better, always drove himself further and further past his limits just to be strong enough. Strong enough to protect, to keep, or even just be. But you always stopped that mentality. You always hugged him from behind in the mornings, shirt slipping off your shoulder and still groggy with sleep, but kissing your boyfriend’s warm and solid body against yours. You didn’t even want to put on clothes after the night before, and he clearly left an impression on you, because you were tugging him back with a gentle laugh. You always bought him his favorite things, and because he’s only growing more and more, you made sure it was in bulk.
Even with your smaller job, he got paid good enough to keep the shared apartment up, especially now that you two were in your early 20’s. He’s still a sorcerer, but he did well with his trauma and found a person he once adored from way back in middle school, rekindled those feelings, and got you wrapped around his finger. He always bought the flowers you liked to present in the vase on the table, not wanting thank you’s and awe’s and any real, big reaction. He just wanted you to acknowledge their beauty as he does yours. He was smitten, he was starved, he was pining. He already had you, but it wasn’t enough!! He was obsessed with how you felt during intimacy, engrossed in your sounds and expressions, how your back bowed invertedly in hopes to escape the overwhelming pleasure he pushed into you. He also pushed something far deeper into you.. deeper than any basic surface tension or shallow horniness. His kin, something deep in his conscientiousness, forged a nasty, primal need.
And so he did it.
After one night, he returned from the bathroom with a small wet rag, ready to clean you up. But there he saw you lie, head tossed back and still breathy, arm over your eyes from the big light. With your full body on display, he was a bit frozen, eyeing your heaving chest to your curling toes. So you still felt it, hm? He hadn’t meant to go raw, but he ran out of rubbers and wasn’t wasting your ovulation at the store, so he just went all out. He wasn’t usually rough or demanding or any of the sort, but seeing his seed oozing down your slit and to the sweat-stained sheets had his body locked up. The towel was dropped, and a second round was pursued. You persevered despite exhaustion. And despite you both saying you wanted ultimate stability and trust for this kind of thing, what felt like a bucket of cum dumped into you was now… stuck. And growing something else. Something else, entirely!!! You hold a test, mortified one morning, and Yuji goes from shock to… not-shock. He wasn’t surprised - after all, he tapped during your ovulation, and now, there’s proof of his love for you. His plan all along - he was a bit giddy! He instantly reassured you that you both can keep it a secret until a bump shows, and so, preparations gradually eased their way into your apartment. Nothing material just yet, but he was extra loving and careful, and you began seeing a lot more baby stuff on your social media.
You had a few carts of items lined up, but decided you’d wait a little. And so, month after month passed. The first trimester was all bark no bump. Your nipples fucking hurt and so did your shifting body, boobs swelling and beginning to produce, but not quite yet. You were a lot more sensitive and hated how you felt in the mornings, and even sometimes throughout the day. Yuji was always there, the doting, loving boyfriend. On the surface, he was. In reality, he’d grown more possessive and mature about this than ever, constantly holding or eyeing your abdomen. He loved knowing you’d eventually swell more there, and while he loves your tits, he can’t help but tease you with their tenderness.
Yuji’s plan worked, and even if he didn’t wanna admit it, the domesticity of this situation made him whole again. The second trimester came slow, because finally, a bump would begin to form. And wow, did you swell fast! It went from a tiny bit of what could’ve been bloating, to a very large and noticeable difference in size. It wasn’t all the way present, but that baby was alive and kicking! Your doctor’s appointments got switched from normal to Shoko, and she wasn’t exactly a pro, but she was able to check for any cursed energy that might alter your body. Sadly, it probably would, and the chanced were high with a 70/30%. Yuji hated that. He felt he’d tainted you with a burden, and that the transition might hurt you. But you actually… leaned into it pretty easily. You finally told Nobara and Fushiguro by the 6th month, right before your third trimester, and they just looked… mortified.
“Yuji? That’s your baby daddy?” She asked with disappointment, and Fushiguro just huffed something exasperated, as if he’d expected Yuji to be as stupid as to knocking his precious woman up.
”You’re supposed to be careful, jackass.” He murmured, but nonetheless embraced you both, and you felt grateful that his friends supported it.
Nobara became the first big aunty. She was absolutely crawling over you, more doting than Yuji if anything, buying lots of necessary items.
She was honestly a big help, now that you guys were actually nesting!
The third trimester started, and Yuji was sent on a long mission for the first few days, which set off your hormones like crazy. You genuinely felt like the world was gonna end without him, and because he gave up intercourse now that your bump was here, you were literally suffering. You felt like he didn’t love you, he didn’t want you anymore, and that sadness quickly went to anger. So when he returned, his first obstacle was putting his bag down, taking his shoes off, and… facing the wrath of his insanely hormonal and very pregnant lover. Even as you cried and demanded he answered your demands for clarity, he just tugged you closer like he always did when he got home, and kissed three places: your temple, forehead, then your lips. Soft and welcoming if you’d just stop trying to talk between them. Soft and welcoming, he kissed deeper. Slower. Made sure you felt and tasted every drop and ounce of his wanton. And you did, pulling back with bated breath and glassy eyes. Still caught up in your emotions. He couldn’t help but exhale, a smile gracing his tired lips, and scooping you up like you weighed nothing - just to remind you he was and is still the strongest, and under no circumstances would he have fallen out of love for the incredible hospitality your body is giving his child. He made love to you that night, gentle and gingery on your side, lifting your leg and whispering something sweet into the shell of your ear. He was truly a romantic at the end of the day, and a bit goofy, because he softened you right back up to your beautiful, malleable state.
And as the final month threw you both into a final week, and then a final, yet unsuspecting day, you guys got the overnight bags packed, and laid together calmly. You had no idea that it would be so soon, but as you wake up the next morning and get up for a bit of coffee—hoping to at least get your daily caffeine intake before the day killed you with this kid kicking—you notice something. He kicked lower at first, but now, it’s up! He’s dropped, and you hadn’t picked up until now. Yuji always talked against your rounded belly and kissed the now-outstretched marks adorning your bump, he found that difference today, as well. It was around noon when he returned for lunchtime, luckily having an easy schedule today. You guys were in the kitchen, laughing at something stupid and proof that 24 is still young, until.. a gush. You stood there, face frozen with the smile you once had laughing, and your head cranks down… slowly.
Yuji looked the same - kinda. His eyes widened, and you both exchange glances between your now wet floors and each other’s expressions, and for some odd reason… began to laugh. It wasn’t the cute, shocked ones most people did in awe of the moment, but loud, heart, boisterous laughs that had Yuji holding his stomach. What a random time to arrive, this baby! You knew not to panic, instead changing into something more manageable for the doctors and stretching one last time for good measure, as you have been for months. Yuji helped you open your hips a litttttllleee more, and as you finished up and cleaned up, he collected the bag and called Shoko to let her know the baby would be arriving in a few hours. He was still a bit jumpy and rather nervous, but a good anxiousness flooded his body and oddly enough would produce a fuck ton of dopamine, making him all giddy and excited. You both did a good job preparing, and now came the… annoying part. Dilations. It didn’t hurt the first few hours, so you and Yuji took a walk. Every now and then, if it transitioned into a different size, you’d grumble or stop to hold your bump irritably. He helped you walk by then. Walking is very useful for keeping the body up and able; keeping you from losing your goddamn mind. When you got to 7cm dilated, Yuji finally got Ijitchi for a ride to the labor room, and boy were you hurting! Your cervix was trying to split itself in half, and you were lucky you did all of those stretches, or else you would’ve been crying in pain. Yuji’s hand has never been gripped harder. By now, it’s in the afternoon, and Nobara is already at the doctor’s room waiting patiently.
Now here you are, opened up for the world to see, feeling absolutely disgusted by this position. Yuji was to your left, holding your hand tightly and kissing your temple, well-prepared for whatever the hell is about to come out of you.
Skipping the true horrors of birth, it was midnight when that little devil creature finally got squeezed out of you—it is your first child, after all—and you find,
It’s a human alright, and it’s a girl!
Yuji looked… mesmerized. He tended to you first, wiping sweat from your forehead and tears from your flushed cheeks, gently gliding your mussed hair back as the doctor guided a now-clean and squirming, living little thing into your arms. You coo and stroke the small, soft cheek of your little girl, and her wails ease into something akin to harmony with your heaving chest. After a few minutes of analyzing and getting her properly swaddled, Yuji is passed the baby, and he began to cry. He wept for this little things.. being. Her mere existence made him both a father and a family, and he kissed her little forehead or temple too, just as he did for you.
Yuji’s always been mesmerized with you. He loved your hair, your eyes, your contagious laugh, even how you slept. He also loved mini-you. She was adorable and giggly and sweet, and was the perfect mix between you both. But what he most-noticed..
She has your hair, your eyes, and such a contagious laugh. Seeing you both curled in bed together made him fulfilled; Yuji has a new purpose, and a true reason to be the strongest. He has a family.
A/n: my bad guys I needed something to post, so here’s a sloppy idea of how Yuji and you delve through parenthood.
“mmh.” your voice was heavy in the morning as you could feel megumi’s arm around your waist, his breath steady as he was deeply asleep. “‘gumi?” it was rare to see him still asleep, he would usually be awake before you are. but when you called upon his name, you could feel him stir in his sleep. “hm?” a gentle response came as you moved slightly.
thinking you were trying to get away from his arms, he tightened his hold just a little bit and a small chuckle came out of you. “where are you goin’?” he mumbled, still groggy from his sleep; eyes not even opened properly. you adjusted your position to look at him; which he let you do. “just tryna look at you.” he let out an ‘oh’ as a response to that before pulling you closer to his chest.
a small kiss was placed on your forehead, as your right hand held onto his back. one of his moved from your waist to your hair, caressing it. “you had a good sleep?” he whispered, a yawn following right after. “mm.” you could see his eyes opening a little more to find you looking at him; the same ones softened when he saw the person who he fell in love with years ago— pulling you a little closer to steal a kiss from you.
the kiss was gentle, soft, the typical ones you could imagine when you ready those cheesy romance books; only this time it was with your boyfriend fiancé. “mm— ‘gumi,” when you pulled away for a breath, he chased after your lips and captured it again. a mewl escaped your voice that encouraged him to repeat the same gesture.
his lips moved from yours to your jawline placing soft kisses there and back to your lips, as his hands roamed your back; tracing small circles around there. “this is a bad time to say we haven’t even brushed our teeths, isn’t it?” he let out a small huff of the question, “who cares?” oh wow, what a response. but hey, he’s right, you would never complain about this.
you rested, tucked under covers and wrapped in megumi’s over sized shirts as your husband sat beside you in bed, dabbing a wet towel on your forehead tenderly. The weather had brought your body down, leaving you in sniffles and a burning fever.
“Still feeling bad?” He murmured, even though he knew the answer to that. You gave a weak smile before coughing violently.
Fushiguro frowned before lifting you up and huddled into his arms. His one arm was a back rest for you, holding you firm while the other one rubbed your sides and under your legs.
“Gumi’, you’re gonna get sick..” you weakly protested, yet snuggling into his embrace. “Then, you’re just gonna have to take care of me.” He shrugged, like that was the most obvious thing in the world.
You sighed, fondly. That was your husband.
His words didn’t carry as much value as his actions and touch did, well… for most people.
Megumi could see a peeking pink fluffy bunny through the small gap of the door, maybe only three apples tall. “Aiko, you alright?” He called for the toddler.
She pushed the door open and waddled towards your bed, struggling to get up before Megumi easily scooped her up and placed her on a cushion.
“Mama?” She questioned how dull and pale you were looking.
“Hi baby,” you cooed at your daughter.
She looked like a copy and paste of Megumi, with emerald eyes, jet black hair and chubby cheeks that resembled baby Megumi when he was little. But she had an extroverted personality.
“Mama sleepy?” She babbled.
Megumi nodded. “Yeah, she’s just feeling a little.. icky.” Aiko crawled towards your tummy and used her tiny fingers to slightly squish it. “Mama have baby in?” You and Megumi weakly laughed.
“No, sweetheart. Mama’s just sick.”
Aiko tilted her head with curiosity.. her mama? Sick? But her mama was so strong!
Megumi had placed you back onto the bed, giving you a tender kiss on the forehead before whispering to you. “I should keep her away from you..”
and he had gently placed his hand on your face, covering your eyes to lull you to sleep, just like what he did with Aiko when she was on the brink of sleepiness during late nights.
Megumi picked up Aiko, his forearm carrying her as she curled her tiny fingers into her dad’s ragged t-shirt from ten years ago.
“Come, mama needs to rest. How about we help make her some soup?” Aiko excitedly clapped her hands and babbled incoherently, despite Megumi nodding and humming along as if he understood.
As the soup simmered, since Aiko couldn’t really contribute, she sat in her chair with plastic toys and a wooden toy knife to pretend she was chopping vegetables.
And Megumi watched her, small smile with admiration and love in his eyes.
This was his home, with you and Aiko. His two loves, his two girls, the only people who mattered.
And life meant nothing anymore when he lost the both of you.
I didn’t really know how to end it… I’m sorry @megumisrighttoe @sugerfilled @kissthesword @mayegasm @nonchalantfiend
• He goes way too hard for anniversaries. Like “rents out an entire restaurant just for you” kind of hard. Flowers, fireworks, a private playlist—he’s shamelessly dramatic.
• He’s obsessed with calling you “my wife” in every conversation, even when it’s not relevant. (*“My wife said I can’t eat seven cakes in a day—she’s wrong, though.”)
• He’s your personal chef and menace in the kitchen. Breakfast in bed is a Gojo specialty, even if half the food is borderline inedible.
• Loves house chores if it means he can distract you. He’ll be “helping” with laundry just to pull you into a make-out session on the washing machine.
• Gojo’s favorite thing? Slow dancing with you in the kitchen. Middle of the afternoon, no music, just because you’re there.
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★ Geto Suguru — The “Husband of the Century” Soft King
• He wakes up before you to make coffee. Every single morning. He’s a quiet morning person—moves softly, tucks the blanket back over you.
• He wears his wedding band on a chain around his neck during missions, presses it to his lips before leaving. Superstitious and sentimental about it.
• He’s a “pack you a lunch and write you a little note” husband. You’ll find them hours later and it’ll just be “I love you. You’re my peace.”
• Geto is very particular about your shared home feeling like a sanctuary. He lights incense, soft music, clean spaces—it’s his way of protecting you.
• Domestic dad energy even without kids. He folds laundry like a pro, fixes leaky faucets, and will 100% scold you for not drinking enough water.
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★ Sukuna — The “Reluctantly Perfect Husband” (but he’s obsessed with you)
• Hates when you call him “husband” in public—but secretly lives for it. You see it in the way his lips twitch when you say it.
• He’s aggressively domestic in private. Fixes shit around the house, makes sure the fridge is stocked, pays attention to the tiny things you like—but he’ll act like it’s no big deal.
• “Don’t touch it. I’ll do it.” Sukuna doesn’t let you carry groceries, change lightbulbs, or handle anything remotely inconvenient.
• His wedding band is simple, but he wears it always—touches it out of habit when he’s thinking of you.
• He’s a sucker for slow, lazy mornings. You half-asleep on his chest, his fingers lazily trailing your back, the world quiet—that’s his heaven.
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★ Megumi Fushiguro — The Quiet, Dependable Husband
• He’s the quiet husband who just does things. Dishes are done, floors are vacuumed, bills are paid—you didn’t even see him do it.
• He acts like he doesn’t care about anniversaries, but every year he gets you a thoughtful gift that makes you wonder how deeply he watches you.
• He doesn’t say “I love you” a lot—but shows it constantly. A hand on your back in public, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, keeping his arm resting casually on the back of your chair.
• He’s the “you come home to a perfectly cooked meal” husband. Simple, homey food—but it tastes like love.
• Sundays are sacred Megumi time. Reading books together on the couch, quiet conversations, him absentmindedly braiding your hair while you watch shows.
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★ Yuji Itadori — The Golden Retriever Husband of Your Dreams
• He’s the husband who calls you every time he’s at the store. “Do we need more snacks? Wait, I forgot, what’s your favorite ramen again?”
• He sends you the most unhinged selfies and memes throughout the day—just to make you smile.
• Movie nights are his favorite tradition. You build a fort on the couch, he makes popcorn, and you both pass out halfway through snuggled together.
• He’s always volunteering to carry everything—groceries, boxes, laundry baskets—because he insists you shouldn’t “strain yourself.” Also unironically calls himself “the laundry lord” bc he loves doing laundry and likes folding towels.
• Yuji wears his wedding ring like a badge of honor (my husband). He plays with it when he’s nervous, shows it off without realizing, and beams whenever someone calls you his wife. Grabs at any chance to say “my wife”.
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★ Nanami Kento — The Devoted Husband Who Keeps You Grounded
• He’s the most reliable man alive. Your car is washed, the bills are handled, the house is pristine, and you never have to worry about anything.
• Nanami packs your lunch every morning with handwritten notes that are just as blunt as they are loving. (“Remember to rest. You are precious to me.”)
• He loves grocery shopping with you. It’s his version of a date—hand gently resting on your back, pushing the cart while you choose ingredients.
• He’s very serious about making your home a safe space. No work talk after dinner, soft jazz playing in the evenings, dim lighting, calm energy.
• He loves slow-dancing with you in the kitchen after a long day. Suits off, sleeves rolled up, hands on your waist, forehead kisses that melt every ounce of stress.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
got some major requests for fluff coming from tons of people—which I love. There’s way too much smut in the JJK community and I’m over it tbh.
I’m married (yes, I’m 22 and married. If y’all want a story on my life to get to know me, I’m happy to drop lore), so I thought I’d write some marriage content.
your ex that’s been stuck in your head randomly shows up at your local grocery store- after being away for nearly two years. should you let him stay or should you let him go?
warnings- pwp, possessive yuji, perv! yuji, lowk toxic yuji (he’s an ASS but still rlly sweet :) ooc yuji, age gap! reader is mentioned to be 22, girly! reader, mentions of pregnancy, p in v unprotected, creampie, f.oral, soft dom! yuji, slight spanking, slight size kink, fluff and angst, lowk bad writing… ☹︎
grocery shopping. your least favorite thing. but unfortunately you were out of eggs - you can’t exactly bake much without eggs. you were snooping around each isle with big eyes, hips swaying, heels patting the marble tile with each step. humming softly, you reach out for a box of variety oatmeal. manicured nails tapping against the box, you place them gently in your cart, next to your greek yogurt.
you head to the produce section. fresh fruits and veggies all around. you immediately take eyes on your favorite.
cotten candy grapes
you reach out, placing them in your half- full cart
“you still eat those?” a deep voice spoke out. a voice you’ve heard before.
it can’t be?
you’d never forget that voice. even if you tried.
in the middle of the produce section, there he was. standing right beside you.
your ex.
big dark brown eyes, started into yours. with so much emotion, he stared at you with passion,with guilt, and part of him felt ashamed, for leaving you for two whole years.
just looking at him made your heart ache.
how could he just show up randomly? not a word you heard from him after he left you. lying there all alone. no letter, no note, not even a text. he just left. woke up and he was gone
he’d always come back- but this time he didn’t.
you never saw his face again.
you felt used, pathetic even, because a part of you wanted him to come back.
he spoke out again. “are you okay? y’look like you’ve seen a ghost.” he chuckled awkwardly.
he hadn’t changed one bit.
you sighed, facing him directly, “yeah i’m staring at one right now.” you muttered, you wanted to sound mad, but instead you sounded pathetic. why does he have such effect on you? even after being away for so long.
his very large hands land gently on your shoulders. “very funny sweets. aren’t you happy to see me- i came back for you.”
you feel your heart sink even deeper. he came back for you?
…you couldn’t possibly believe that right? i mean, after everything he put you through.?
unfortunately. you do believe him. you somehow believe he still loves you, and maybe you still love him too. whether you decide to admit it or not.
you do love him. very much
so much in-fact if you weren’t fighting it. you’d jump right into those strong arms that once held you.
you swat his arms away. “do you hear yourself? you left me there.” your voice breaks “without a single word. you disappeared. for two years yuji, and you think i’m happy to see you?”
“sweets, cmon don’t-“ you cut him off. “no you don’t get to call me that, i don’t belong to you anymore. i moved on- you don’t get to just show up and act like everything’s okay.” you don’t even realize you’ve raised your voice.
he felt his heart drop. he really made you feel this way?
“if you aren’t mine” he walks closer to you “anymore. why are you still wearing this.?” his long finger trails up to you neck, talking hold of the thin gold chain, tracing all way down to the small cupcake pendent you had sitting on your chest, inches away from your cleavage.
your breath hitched, you open your mouth to say something. but nothing comes out.
“i haven’t stopped thinking about you. from the moment i wake up, to the moment i shut my eyes, you don’t think it hurts me. to know i left you there lying all alone- after i took advantage of you, it kills me. eats me alive every single day, hurts me just as much as it hurts you.” he sighs. his hands trailing down to your waist.
“i regret ever leaving you sweets, it haunts me.” he buries his head into your neck, inhaling your scent, “god, baby i missed you” he murmurs into your neck, squeezing your hips. “please forgive me. i beg, you’re stuck in my head”
tears fall down your face, your arms wrap around him, clutching onto his jacket, salty tears soaking it. “i really missed you yu, i really did. i waited for you. and you just-“ you cry out.
“i know baby, i know, but im here now. and ‘m not going anywhere” he coos, pulling you closer,
“let’s go home yeah?” he says kissing atop of your head
you forgive him.
i mean how can you not?
and by ‘home’ he meant yours
your tangled in his arms, resting your head on his bare chest. the first night he slept there- you immediately fell asleep, the warmth and comfort you’d been yearning for finally returned.
not for long, yuji would sleep with you every night.- yes, but then he’d disappear for most of the day, only being able to see him late at night.
he needed a place to lay low for awhile. since they found his apartment.
though there is a big problem
he’s not the only one who’s missed you.
his dick missed you more than anything. he hasn’t even looked at another woman-let alone been with one since.
he didn’t want to make it seem like he just came to take advantage of you- and then just live under your walls that is not the case,
but….yuji might not last, i don’t think he can take another day waking up-going to bed rock hard
god, he couldn’t get you out of his head. your voice your scent, your hair, your face, your body. the way you swayed your hips, you were making him lose his mind with every little thing you did. at the end of the day he was human, well partly
little did he know…
you felt the exact same way. he was driving you crazy.
he’d always sleep shirtless. it was just something he’s just always done.
but this time if felt different. like the other night. yuji was brushing his teeth in your bathroom.
shirtless, back muscles flexing in the moonlight, his pretty pecs on display. his pants hung low on his hips, showing a very defined v line. god, your were practically foaming at the mouth,.
you were laying in bed, thighs pressed together, yuji had you all hot and bothered just from simply brushing his teeth.
wow? since when were you so worked up like this?
well in the last year and a half, you haven’t exactly gotten laid.
yuji was always very possessive over you. making sure no one else but him, kept eyes on you. and i guess you still felt owned by him,
no…it’s because part of you knew he was going to come back to you. he was right, deep in your heart you know,
you do belong to him. you even kept this necklace,
for some odd reason, you couldn’t sleep tonight
your mind won’t turn off.
your fingers fiddled with the little pendant dangling from your neck, you were laying beside him, his strong arms wrapped around you, caging you in.
you shift, the warmth from yuji’s body making you hot, you gently lift the blankets from your body. you take sight of yuji beside you-
he looked beautiful. pretty tanned skin glowing within the moonlight. you placed a soft peck on his cheek.
he shifts in his sleep, eyes opening gently “hey” he says softly, a smile perking on his lips, “hi” you whisper, caressing his cheek. “c’mere.” he says, sitting up against the-headboard. you also sit upright, straddling his thighs, his large hands rest on your lower back, pulling you in for a kiss.
“missed this.” he murmurs against your lips, tongue exploring your mouth, “missed you” he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck. your hands find his hair. tugging him closer. “woke up wanting you sweets” he nearly whined.
“you’re okay with this right?” he reassured, making sure you’re okay, you blurt out a whiny ‘yes’
all he needed to hear.
his mouth trails lower. stopping right at the lace outline of your thin tank top, dragging it down, exposing your right breast, his mouth latches on, his tongue circles around it, his other hand squeezing your left breast roughly, twisting it with his thumb, “mmmh” he groans into your chest “i missed-these tits baby.” a wave of pleasure shoots through your body, the overwhelming pleasure spreading right to your core. “please yuji! i need you” growing impatient, you grind against him “want you inside”
no matter how hard he was, he’d never put his needs over yours “not yet sweetheart, gotta stretch you out first.” he says, flipping you over, now you were beneath him, his big tall body hovering over you. his hands grab your hips, he tugs your pj shorts off- exposing your pretty lace panties. “fuck you’re soaked baby.” he traces the outline of your lips, your underwear was drenched. to point you could see the outline of your anatomy, leaving little to the imagination, he gently tugged down your wet panties, throwing them somewhere in your bedroom,
“you’re so pretty” he licks a stripe up your slit, making you moan. “ahh!” you pull on his pink locks. “sensitive baby?” he mumbled against your cunt, mouth latching on your clit, sucking roughly, he shoves his middle finger into your hole, curling it just right, your pussy squelched around his finger. his cock twitched at the sight.
change of thought, he actually cannot wait
he needs to be inside of you now. “fuck this” he whispers, roughly grabbing your thighs, pulling you right against him.
manhandling you.
“yuji? what are you doing- ah!” his cock slides in you, stretching you out whole, cock twitching inside you, “sorry sweets ‘couldn’t wait any longer.” he turns you around- your ass now facing him. he slams his cock into your cunt, balls slapping against your ass. “aw! yuji be gentle” you whined. “f-fuck. can’t you feel too good” he slams your hips roughly against him, his grip was ruthless. “missed this perfect pussy” he slaps your ass, the sting going straight to your core.
you were definitely going to bruise
he kept slamming into you relentlessly, pulling on your hair, his rhythm was devastating, tip brushing your cervix with each thrust. hitting your g-spot. making you scream out his name. your nails dug into the sheets, knuckles white. you clenched around him, your tight gummy walls sucking him right in, you’re close.
he grunts, cock twitching inside of you, jesus. you’re squeezing him. he grunts in your ear. “you’re so tight- fuck” his hips stutter, by his movements you could tell he’s also close. “I’m gonna cum-“ he rasped,
“come inside me yu!”
thick ropes of cum spill into you, coating your insides white, you moan at the feeling, clenching around him as you reach own peak.
yuji’s grip finally loosens, he picks you up, your tired legs lazily wrap around his toned waist. “shall we take a bath?” he suggests. “yes!” you kiss his cheek. he gently carried to the bathroom,
setting you on the counter. he spoke out. “ ‘m gonna go get us some clothes” he mumbled, disappearing into the dark bedroom lighting.
you swung your dangling feet, hitting the lower cabinets.
for some reason….you felt ashamed. you had this weird feeling sitting atop of your chest, like something was weighing it down. it’s not like you did anything wrong to feel this way?
or did you? was letting him in like this a mistake? letting him stay in your home, letting him eat your food, letting him in.
you let him in. again,
letting him bathe you.
“hey? baby? is everything alright?” yuji says softly, gently lifting you from the counter, “you know you can tell me anything sweetie” he coos
you hesitate for a second, trying to come up with some kind of lie- “it’s nothing yu! i’m fine. just a little tired” you reassured him. your voice was light and calm, he nods, placing you down in the bath. “okay baby. just know i’m here now, i can listen.”
your heart flutters, you know he’s trying to be better, trying to be there for you. a part of you feels that maybe it was the right decision to let him in again?
he kisses the top of your hair, “i love you.”
that’s the first time he’s said it since then.
“i-i love you too.” you stammer, pulling him into a hug, he immediately melts, pulling you flush against his broad chest. “let me take care of you sweetheart. you need me, i wanna be there for you this time” he pulled away to look at you, his eyes glisten with love and care, he made you feel like you were the most precious thing, he knew you were insecure about your looks,- but everyone else saw your beauty, you just couldn’t see it, but he could.
his hand cupped your cheek, “you’re so beautiful. y’know that?” tears drop down your face, “don’t cry honey.” he wipes away all your tears, thumb caressing your face.
“yuji” you murmur softly, “can we talk…about us?” he nods, his face softening, “yeah. there’s a lot we need to talk about.”
“there’s a lot of things i need to explain to you.”
❥
yuji spends the whole night explaining to you why he had to leave you, he tells you about the aliens- telling you he can’t age, which made him stay away.
it all makes sense now. why he had to do what he did, he’s trying to save the world, even if that meant leaving you
all alone. without a word.
yuji wasn’t a selfish person, not in anyway. but this time he decided it was time to stop being selfless- and he came back-for you.
you wake up, your body’s sore,- from last night. what a great reminder. you immediately realize yuji isn’t lying beside you,
your heart sinks.
did he leave you again.?
you sit upright, you quickly peeled the blankets off, hurriedly walking out your bedroom.
your heart drops again.
but this time in relief. you spot yuji in your kitchen, cooking breakfast for the both of you. you nearly break down in tears.
he really is changing.
you walk up to him, your feet patting against the cool wood tiles, you wrap your arms around his waist. the smell of bacon filling your nostrils, back facing you, he side eyes you “good mornin’” he smiles, plating your eggs and bacon.
you were somewhat happy, you could get used to this.
weeks go by, you got used to the routine, you either saw all of him, or you saw nothing, no in between.
most days, yuji left very early in the morning, pecking your forehead right before he left, sometimes he’d make the time to have breakfast- or lay in bed an extra 5 minutes. just to feel your soft plush body against his hard one,
and today was one of those days.
yuji was here. shaving cream sprawled all over his pretty face, he gently gilded the razor against his skin, guiding it throughout his lower jaw, getting every little stray hair.
though there is something off.
you’re late.
your period is two weeks late?
well you and yuji have been having sex….unprotected
there’s no other explanation.
yuji finishs up in the bathroom, washing the last of the shaving cream of his face, he walks out with one of your pink micro fiber towels slung over his shoulder.
you enter the bathroom. shutting the door, hurriedly opening the cabinet- you were looking for the test your mother had gave you.
you know… in case of emergencies. and right now was an emergency, you rip the test out of the package, sitting on the toilet seat, you pee on the test, your body trembled with fear and anxiety, after five minutes the results came.
“hey baby? you okay in there i’m about to head ou-“
the test read positive. two pink lines.
your hand trembles. the test falls from your grasp.
yuji immediately opens the door, popping the screws out of there sockets. “baby?” he calls out.
Back in his teenage years Megumi always assumed that children just weren’t for him. He didn’t want a sticky child constantly chasing after him and draining his bank account.
When he married you Megumi realised that maybe children weren’t so bad, I mean you’re perfect in his eyes, a miniature version could only be cuter.
While you were pregnant Megumi presumed that his least favourite part of parenting would be changing dirty diapers or cleaning up vomit.
What really ended up being his least favourite—and hardest?
Having to scold his baby girl.
“I know sweetheart, I know.” Megumi’s uncharacteristically soft voice traveled through the room, soft sniffles and protests following his words.
“Papa! Papa up!” The four year old wailed, small hands grabbing at the air above her in an attempt to grasp her dad’s attention. “You were naughty princess, mama said you have to stay in time out.
Megumi avoided his daughter’s eyes, arms folded at his chest in an effort to try and at least look serious about the punishment.
But she didn’t miss the way his face twitched at her cries, how his eyes softened, his frown faltering.
Her snivelling continued on, tiny feet stomping in frustration when Megumi only turned his face further. “Just 10 minutes okay princess? I’ll keep you in the naughty corner for 10 minutes then we can play.”
He stayed looming over her, hands now twitching as he tried to stop himself from just scooping his fussy daughter into his arms.
Megumi tried to persevere, he really really did, but four little words caused his demeanour to come crashing down.
“Papa no love me!”
Within seconds she was swooped off the floor and into his arms. He cooed softly, bouncing the young girl in his arms while whispering ‘papa loves you’ over and over until her wailing ceased.
“It’s okay sweetheart, look papa will get you some juice then we can play outside on the swings. How is that? Don’t cry sweet baby, papa loves you.” She nodded eagerly, a toothy smile spreading across her face. “Just—just don’t tell mama, okay?”
“Don’t tell me what?”
The two froze, neither turning to meet your gaze as you stood in the doorway. “Megs did you take her out of timeout again? She needs to learn.”
He turned to face you, a small pout evident on his lips. “Was telling her off not enough? She’s learnt her lesson, haven’t you baby?” You daughter held a similar expression, fiercely nodding along to her father’s words while her tiny fists curled into his shirt. “If you say so.”
Megumi stretched out one arm to you, a soft smile creeping its way onto his face as he quietly beckoned you over. You rolled your eyes, catching your daughter’s sly gaze as you sulked over to the two of them.
“You are a spoiled little girl.” You teased while pinching her chubby cheek. She squealed out and wriggled further into Megumi, “Papas fault.”
“Yes, it is papa’s fault.”
darlings note 💌: sorry for not posting as much I’m currently abroad rn!! Whipped up this little post while sunbathing sorry I’m a little rusty
