"You can tell me if it starts to hurt okay?" yuuji lays you back on the futon and glides his hand down your thigh, adjusting his hips in between your legs.
His jacket is completely stripped off along with his boxers. slowly, he positions the tip of his dick over your little hole, he likes seeing it squeeze around nothing.
"Nervous?" he asks carefully, not exactly putting it in you yet. "you can tell me." yuuji's left hand is on your hip while he rubs the skin to ease your anxiety.
"N-no yuu, it's just.. you're kind of big." your eyes widen at his length in between your thighs, your mouth opens in surprise
Yuuji examines his own dick in hand and slid it down to pump his length a few times, " ‘s not that big c'mon." he huffs out a laugh, "Want me to fuck your thighs instead?" he asks amused and leaned down, completely covering your body with his larger one.
"Nooo.." you grab his shoulder, "just be gentle." he half smiles at the confirmation and pressed the tip past your hole.
You gasp at the sheer size of his cock entering you, large and girthy, it's almost comical.
"Y-yuuu.." a whine left your mouth when he pushed his hips further to bottom out. yuuji bites his lip at how tight you feel around him, it was like stopping blood circulation on a finger with a rubber band.
"Shit! b-baby.." yuuji hisses and lifts his hips before slamming into you again, and again and again.
His hands held your waist firm, seeing his cock disappear in and out of you was something he probably won't get tired of.
"Feel me? right here." he murmurs with heated eyes trained on you to catch your attention. An outline of his dick shape is molded above your pelvis, it was something yuuji really liked to see.
"Feels good !" your breaths are louder now, seems that you're cumming first, not that he minds it.
"Feels good." he repeats. Yuuji feels your cunt tighten around him, momentarily seizing his movement, "s...shitt" he chokes when you come all over his cock. Still inside, he continued to thrust.
"Fuck makes me wanna come in ya." he breathes, eyes hazy with pleasure, "so good, so warm..." he squeezes your hips to gain your attention.
You wrap your arms around his neck and hugged him while he continues to piston into you, his cock piercing into the deepest parts of your cervix.
"Y-yuuji.. pull out!" you felt him twitch and he seemed to go rigid, only for a second before popping his dick out of you and shot his load all over your thighs and stomach.
"...You alright?" he caresses your cheek softly with an thumb, removing stray hairs that stuck to your face.
You nod dazed and raised your head to meet his lips in a kiss. He accepted it quick, moving his mouth against yours skillfully, tongue touching yours, teeth nibbling your lower lip.
Pulling away, you press kisses to his face and scars, the one beside his mouth stood out the most, you licked it gently.
"You're sexy when you aren't always wearing that hoodie Yuu." you comment, both your hands dragging down his naked chest, you realize he's also half hard now. Uh oh.
Yuuji groans when he feels the blood rush to his dick at your words, why does this always happen?!
"Hah..You.. ‘m still hard." he whines and lowers his head into your shoulder, "Thighs?" he suggest softly, murmuring a "wanna feel ya."
"Armpits?" you suggest playfully but yuuji raises his head so fast to look at you, "Gross babe." he comments with a smirk, "Bet we can though, if you're really up for it."
You smile but said nothing, enjoying his confused smile but he rolls his eyes anyway and positions himself in front of you once more, "Thighs it is."
sorry guys it's canon // drabble // modulo!yuji x fem!reader // literally purely smut // what can I say mappa had me feeling a certain way w/ .5 seconds of yuji on screen // this has restored my joy and whimsy // yuji has a thing for his hoodie // yuji wears hoodie entire time // no use of y/n // yuji whimpers bc all my men whimperrrr // I'd let yuji rail me- oh shit that's not a cw
part 1 , part 2
notes: guyssss u dont understandddd also there will be a part 2 and yes it's u wearing Yuji's hoodie, u r welcome guys <33
Yuji's hips snap forward, driving his cock deep in your tight little cunt as his hoodie brushes against your back with every small movement.
"Fuck baby, she's taking me s'good." He groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place.
Your body reacts on its own, pressing your ass flush against him, needing him so deep that he bottoms out, stuffing your pussy impossibly full.
A hand slips off your hip, tugging at the hem of his hoodie as he raises it to get a better view of your pretty pussy wrapped around him.
"Christ, she's so beautiful," he murmurs, pupils blown wide as his cock twitches at the sight, nearly cumming from the sight alone—hell, it's taking everything in him to not bust in you.
"Mhnnnn…" you stifle a moan into the sheets, your hand slipping to your neglected clit, rubbing messy circles as your walls clench around him. "Need to c-cum s'bad, Y-yuu!"
Your voice comes out in broken sobs, the heat pulling low in your stomach building, until it comes crashing over you. Your legs shaking as his hand drops to your hip, steadying you as he fucks you through your orgasm, watching you become a slutty mess under him—your makeup running down your face, your hair sprawled out on his bed, everything about it has balls growing unbearably tight as he turns into a pathetic mess, whimpering uncontrollably. His hips buck forward, cock burying so deep his tip kisses your puffy, swollen cervix, before painting your fluttering walls with his pearly white cum.
"O-oh sh-shit–" He shudders, both hands going to his hoodie, lifting it as he pulls out, watching his cum drip from your little hole.
His thumb brushes over your folds, rubbing his cum over your pussy.
"God baby, look at you." He rasps, "Next time, though… you're wearing this." His eyes flick down to his hoodie, "wanna stuff her full while you're wearing it."
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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.
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.
WHEN THEY L♡VE TO SINK THEIR TEETH/FANGS INTO YOUR SKIN.ᐟ GN READER, NSFW MDNI!!!
He's such a delirious freak when he kisses a sliver of your exposed skin.
He'll be fucking you dumb. Raw, unrestrained—like an animal lost in heat. The bed groans underneath; big, rough hands gripping your bruised hips like a lifeline as his thrusts grow frantic and sharp; as if he's making sure your abused walls remember every vein of his cock. Moans slip from your lips like confessions, “Yeah, keep those pretty noises coming sweets..” He tilts his head, rolling his shoulder back—keeping his thrusts in a steady rhythm that hit those spots where you completely blank out.
He leans down, you whimper into the pillow when you feel him press more into your used hole. “Fuck—i love it when you clench on my cock like that.” He smirks, warm breath ghosting over your ear—one of his hands grabs your chin, adjusting so he can see your fucked-out look. “Look at you..so messy,” He whispers low, sultry, thumb wiping away drool you didn't notice was there. His eyes are half lidded, sight clouded as strands of his thick hair frames his forehead like vines.
You feel butterflies in your stomach at how dreamy he looked. And him too.
He leans in to kiss your neck—you don't realise his intention until he acts on it. It starts slow, unhurried; dragging his lips across your heated skin in long strides, leaving warmth in it's trail—then he pauses, and smiles against your skin.
You didn't even get to react before he opens his mouth and bites into your supple skin. And at the same damn time; you felt him bury himself in you—filling you to the brim until a creamy ring forms around the base of his thick cock. It was a shiver that crawled your spine at first; then a certain heat that spread throughout your body.
You tremble, jaw slacked as a silent scream escapes you. He hums deep, like he's savouring you. You weakly glare at him through your peripheral—he always had this peculiar habit of biting you any chance he got, and honestly.. the amount of worried looks you got from your friends was starting to be embarrassing. “Ow!..what are you? A dog..? Stop biting me..!” You tried to free yourself but you didn't have any energy left in you. Plus, he didn't bulge at all.
Black spots litter your sight like constellations as you spiral in and out of reality due to the overwhelming pleasure building in you. He's hooked onto your skin; applying the right amount of pressure where both ecstasy and pain are blurred into a line where you couldn't read it anymore. Hot tears run down your face, staining the pillowcase; he takes his own time to finally let go. It's a wet “pop!” when he retreats. “You taste sweet..makes me want to eat you up,” He mumbles, licking and kissing the spot where his teeth left an imprint of his attack. You shiver at his cold lips kissing the sore spot—knuckles whitening from gripping at the sheets. “You're an animal..” You weakly blurt out, voice muffled against the pillow. He grins, wolfishly. “Can't say.. but you love it though.” You groan. He leans back to admire his artwork; damn, you looked good with his teeth on you. His lower abs tighten. He licks his lips.
You mentally died when you felt his limp dick twitch to life inside you.
MODULO YUJI who fucks MEGUMI'S GRANDDAUGHTER because she's a spitting image of his wife.
AM I THAT GIRL THAT YOU DREAM OF ?
WARNINGS: 18+, mdni, angst, smut, age-gap (yuji is in his 80s, reader is 19), reader is megumi's granddaughter, yuji's wife's features are not disclosed, taboo relationship, mentions of oral sex, p in v, creampie, no protection, not proofread.
CHARACTERS: ITADORI YUJI (JJK MÓDULO).
WC: 2.2k.
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Yuji had loved her.
Not in the fleeting way people talk about where they pass it off as being high school sweethearts. He had held onto her when they were young, when love still felt simple, when the world had not taken so much from them.
Megumi's younger sister had been his refuge. In the middle of war and curses, she was the one thing that made the days bearable. With her, he could forget, if only for a moment, the kind of life he was living.
So when it ended, they didn't hesitate. They married, holding onto their love before it could be taken from them too.
She chose to stay, even after knowing what his life meant. That he would not grow old beside her.
Yuji had thought about it often. The slow passing of time on her, the way it would leave him untouched. It was never something he could accept, only something he decided he would endure. For her, he would make it worth it. He would give her a life where she never had to doubt that she was loved.
He would spend the rest of her life making sure she is loved.
But that wasn't how it happened.
She didn't fade with time. She was taken from him in their early thirties, sudden and final.
Yuji had not been ready for that kind of ending.
Something in him went quiet after she was gone. The world moved, but he refused to follow. The things that once held meaning slipped past him, leaving him distant from everything he used to care about.
And the worst part was knowing this would not be the last time. That this kind of loss would follow him, again and again, until every person he had ever known was gone.
He couldn't face Megumi after that. There had been no words, no promise spoken out loud, but it still felt like he had broken something between them.
So he left.
He didn't return. Not for Maki funeral. Not for Yuta passing. Not even for Megumi.
From a distance, he watched their lives unfold and end, one after another. They had built something for themselves. Families, legacies, lives that continued without him.
He remained outside of it all, someone who no longer belonged.
It didn't matter that the people they left behind would never know him, or understand what he had meant to them.
Maybe it was better that way.
Because in the end, he kept walking forward.
And that was when he met little naive you.
You were a sorcerer. Not the strongest, not the weakest. Strong enough to survive, but not always enough to win.
Yuji knew that the moment he saw you.
And when Yuji crossed paths with you during your mission, his body tensed to the point of cracking.
He didn’t need to know your last name to know who you were. It was a presence he had grown far too familiar with during his teenage years. And while some would argue that you were a spitting image of your parents, Yuji would disagree.
He only saw one person in you.
His wife.
He knew, from the very first moment, that he should have walked away.
Instead, he stayed.
He stepped in under the excuse of helping you on your mission and lingered longer than necessary. When it was over, he still didn’t leave. He walked you back, matching your pace, stretching a short distance into something that lasted.
When night fell, he stayed again. Staying up the entire night sharing mindless conversations in the hotel. Well, it wasn’t just a conversation that passed between the two of you.
He definitely shouldn’t have kissed you when you leaned too close.
After all, it wasn’t fair to you.
You didn’t even know he was the Itadori Yuji you had brought up in a few of the many topics discussed during the night. You had been blushing the entire way back, thinking of your kiss, sparing frequent glances and small conversations.
Yuji, on the other hand, felt guilt.
He had told himself this would be his last act of goodwill towards the Fushiguro family, just for old times’ sake.
A final favor for his dear friend, for failing to protect his sister.
That’s what he told himself.
But he knew if that were entirely true, he wouldn’t have initiated that kiss.
Because in the back of his mind, he couldn’t see anyone but his first and only love.
Traveling had taken another day, finally reaching the school he once remembered every hallway of.
He should have walked away then, yet he waited for you to finish your mission report, telling you he’d walk you home since it was getting late.
He should have left it at that.
He should have stopped at your door.
He shouldn’t have gone inside.
And you shouldn’t have taken him to your bed.
Yuji could barely believe you already lived away from your family at 19.
The apartment unnerved him just a bit, especially when he noticed the photos scattered throughout your place, all neatly framed. Pictures of you with your parents, with Megumi, with Hana, and even with Nobara.
Each one was placed with care, quietly filling the space, making it clear that this was your life built with people who were still present in it in some way, shape, or form.
It was a reminder of who you really were, not someone his delusional mind tried to replace with the past.
But it didn't even matter when your lips collided with his in need, already in your bedroom before he realized.
Any crumbs of morality that had built up in the previous seconds were washed away as he melted into the rough kiss.
Your clothes were off, and soon, his were too.
His rough, calloused hands explored every inch of your newly exposed skin. He took his time, savoring the feel of you beneath his fingertips as they mapped the contours of your body.
He bent you to his will, molding you like clay in the hands of a master sculptor. Your body yielded easily to his touch, pliant and eager to be shaped by his desire.
Whether it be with your legs thrown over his shoulders as he greedily ate you out, or when you relaxed your jaw to fit his length, proving that you were no virgin.
He did it all without a single glance at your face, thinking he might just break if he does.
Still, the urge lingered.
He wanted to give in.
To meet your eyes and, just for a moment, pretend you were her, even if it only lasted the night.
Just once, he promised himself.
And then he'll stay away.
Only once.
And he will never return.
He wanted to give in.
He knows he will.
And he does.
Shoving himself to the hilt, a strangled cry tore from your throat as the sudden fullness overwhelmed you, your clit already throbbing from the various orgasms his mouth had drawn out.
"Ahh, fuck!" you gasped, back arching off the bed, fingers scrambling for purchase on the sweat-dampened sheets.
He had you on your back, your legs wrapped around his hips, ankles locked for leverage. Your hands were pinned under his, fingers intertwined as his weight kept you from moving.
He swallowed your lips with ease, drinking in your moans and pleas.
Pretty fucking vanilla.
At least for 83-yar-old Yuji.
But not for the Yuji who loves his wife.
His thrusts were slow. So fucking slow that you had to buck your hips for the needed friction. Yuji didn't do anything about it, just continued the back and forth, melting into your pussy as if he might just cry.
He didn't want to cum just yet. Your stamina had already given out from being relentlessly eaten out. You were already done for the day, so the sooner he comes, the sooner this ends.
And wanting this to end was the last thing he could ever want in this feverish moment.
He wanted to stay like this for the rest of his never-ending life.
Maybe he could even learn to love you.
Create a small, fragile domestic life that would last only your lifespan, knowing exactly how it would end and choosing it anyway.
He could play husband with you, building a world of lies, arranging it carefully, piece by piece, until it looked real enough to believe.
It would be like decorating a dollhouse
You would be the doll. And he, the maker.
Yuji broke the searing kiss, pulling back just enough for your moans to fill the room unimpeded. His face hovered inches from yours, breaths mingling and mingling with each gasping, ragged exhale.
His forehead rested against yours, sweat-dampened skin touching, as he loomed over you, pinning you with his intense, dark gaze.
"Pleasee- sir-! Please go faster..."
Ahh, there it was. The reality, cutting through everything.
You hadn't even learnt his name, yet you had let him into your home, the place you lived in alone and unguarded.
Letting a stranger fuck you as if your body meant nothing.
It made his chest tighten, something sharp and ugly settling in as the comparison took hold, the realization sinking in all at once.
Because no matter how much you resembled her, you were nothing like his wife. Not graceful, not sophisticated. Nothing resembled her as you gave yourself now.
You were stupid and naive. Reckless in a way that didn’t suit the name you carried.
So unlike a Fushiguro.
So unlike her.
How could he have ever imagined to find her in you?
"Quit calling me sir...-!" He emphasized with the first actual thrust of his cock.
You noticed the change in his voice, but were already too fucked out to be concerned
"Hahh-! I don't know- ahh-! what to call you-!"
Your speech was broken as he thrusted deeper and harder, your thighs rippling under the force.
"Yuji."
Your eyes widen a little.
"Yu-ji-?"
His lips suck your neck purple, feeling his name pulsate behind your throat.
"Yeah, sweetheart, moan my name, will you?"
He speeds up, finally letting go of your hands to let you wrap your arms around his neck.
You're half on his lap, feeling his cock fuck deeper as his vacant hands held your hips to physically drive you closer each time.
Digging his fingers into the fat of your hips, you could already feel the bruises forming beneath it.
But you didn't care. You just did what he asked.
You moaned his name.
Like your life fucking depended on it.
"Yuji-! Hahhh-!"
You're clawing at his back, crying into his neck, feeling your legs give out with your rushing orgasm.
"Fuck-! Fuck-! Fuck-!"
Yuji moans in unison, the word 'fuck' holding him back from saying the name he truly wanted to say.
He feels your body jolt when you come, pussy spasming so hard that he almost doubles over.
Even then, he could only cruse, not knowing which name would hurt him more. Yours, or his wife's?
Either one would be a reality check. And Yuji's reality proves to be the shittiest of them all.
Soon, he comes too, filling you up with shallow strokes.
He fills you as if he wanted something out of it, like you mean something to him.
"Ohh fuckk-! babyy..."
He groans into your neck before sealing his lips on yours.
This kiss felt deeper this time, and you couldn't understand why.
Maybe because you were on his lap with him still balls deep.
Or maybe because your arms wrapped around each other in a sensitive hug as you share that kiss.
You couldn't figure it out, and a part of you—the pit that had formed in your stomach—didn't want to.
For Yuji, on the other hand, it was painfully clear.
This was the last kiss he would ever have with his wife, at least in the way his mind chose to believe it. He knew it wasn’t real, knew it never could be, but he held onto it anyway.
So he cherished it with his entire being, branding it into his memories with a subtle burn.
Your swollen, soft lips. Your running tears. Your squishy, warm walls. Your pretty tits. Your lovely ass. Your hollow throat.
Her lovely hair. Her beautiful smile. Her soft skin. Her gorgeous face. Her cute dimples. Her warm body. Her.
He cherished it one last time.
It was the better part of the morning now, nearing eight by the time he finally pulled himself from your sheets.
You were still asleep, body worn and heavy from the night before, breathing slow and undisturbed. Yuji didn’t wake you.
He didn’t want to. He didn’t need to.
Pulling his clothes back on, he steps out of your bedroom and into the narrow hallway, moving through it without a sound.
His hand lifts to pull his jacket hood over his head, but he stops at the end of the hallway.
Tea.
The faint scent of tea freshly brewed lingered in the air, warm and out of place in a house that should have been empty.
Yuji stopped mid-step.
Slowly, he turned his head.
There, at the small dining table, someone sat, a cup of tea in hand, as if they had always been there.
The cup was set down with a soft sound.
And then, they looked at him.
"You're fucking sick, Itadori."
Well fuck.
"Kugisaki."
a/n: did i just make this fic just so i could write the last scene? um yeah. does that make me a sick fuck? prolly.
18+ mdni. modulo yuji itadori finger fucks you at family dinner
c.w. dubcon, unaware exhibitionism, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, oblivious parents, age gap, yuji is 80+, reader is 20.
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"So, how old are you again, son?" your father asked, his voice warm and casual as he took another bite of the meal your parents had so lovingly prepared.
"25, sir," Yuji lied. His voice was calm and steady, completely betraying the predatory rhythm he was maintaining beneath the table.
"Oh...five years older than our little girl?" your mother chimed in, her eyes crinkling with a maternal, teasing warmth.
"Can't say it doesn't bother me, but she seems to like you very much! HAHAHA!"
"Dad!" you gasped, the protest catching in your throat as a strangled, desperate moan nearly tore itself from your lips.
You clamped your mouth shut, your face flushing a violent crimson, your eyes watering from the unadulterated ecstasy of him.
Yuji offered a faint, polite smirk, passing it off as a charming, modest smile to your parents. But his eyes, those heavy, ancient eyes, remained dark.
This dinner to meet your parents had been proceeding with the exact kind of suffocating boredom he had expected. Your parents were loud, bright, and vibrantly alive, a painful reminder of the version of himself he had buried decades ago.
But unlike them, they were blissfully ignorant.
They didn't know about the existence of curses.
They didn't know that the man sitting at their table was older than the two of them combined.
And they certainly didn't know that their precious, well-behaved daughter had her pussy stuffed full of his thick scarred fingers, being ruthlessly fucked right under their noses.
The clink of your father’s fork against his plate sounded like a gunshot in your ears.
Every time the metal hit the ceramic, a jolt of electricity shot straight from your core to your brain.
You were hyper aware of everything.
The warmth of the dining room, the smell of the roasted meat, and the terrifying squelch! of his fingers working inside you.
Yuji wasn't playing around. He had already abandoned the slow ministrations. His hand was heavy, a punishing weight between your thighs, his thick fingers buried deep, stretching you until you felt like you might split open.
He was curling his knuckles upward, hooking into your most sensitive depths with a brutal, repetitive motion that made your hips twitch involuntarily.
"Pass the salt, would you, honey?" your mother asked.
You froze.
You could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating his hand, the hot, messy, filthy lubricant that made every thrust feel even more intense.
You reached for the shaker, your hand trembling so violently the salt rattled against the glass. You were terrified that if you moved too fast, the sound of your wet pussy would be the only thing they heard.
Under the table, Yuji’s thumb found your clit, pinning it down and grinding in a merciless circle.
The sensation was so sudden and so sharp that you had to bite your lip hard enough to draw blood just to keep from screaming.
He leaned forward, ostensibly to reach for his water, and used the movement to drive his fingers even deeper, stretching you wider.
You could feel the heat of his palm against your clit, the sheer size of his hand making you feel small and utterly conquered.
You sat there, forced to smile and nod at your mother’s mindless chatter, while your body was being filthily unraveled right in front of them.
As the last of the food was cleared, you tried to stand, your legs feeling unnervingly heavy.
"Let me help with the dishes," you managed to say, though your voice sounded far too breathless to be normal.
"Oh, don't be silly, sweetheart!" your mother insisted, giving you a bright smile. "Your father and I can handle it. You just sit and relax."
You watched them stand and exit the dining room, the sound of their footsteps retreating down the hallway.
The second they were out of earshot, the tension in your chest snapped. A quiet, desperate moan slipped past your lips, and you reached out to grab his forearm, your voice a frantic, trembling whisper.
"Yuji... please, not here...not yet..."
But Yuji didn't pull back. He just hummed, a low, vibrating sound that seemed to settle deep in your bones.
"C'mon, don't be like that," he murmured, his voice dropping into a casual rasp.
He gripped the sides of your chair and dragged it flush against his. The sudden closeness made your heart hammer against your ribs.
Without warning, his hand surged back between your thighs, his fingers accelerating into a frantic rhythm.
He was definitely not just teasing you anymore. You felt the heavy friction of his knuckles while his fingers buried themselves deep inside you, stretching you wide with every loud thrust.
The sound was unmistakable, the rhythmic squelch! squelch! squelch! of his hand sliding in and out of your soaking heat.
He leaned down, his face hovering just inches from yours, his eyes dark and predatory.
"Look at you," he hissed, the words dripping with a dark, teasing filth.
"Acting all innocent for 'em, but you're such a filthy little slut, y'know? So young to be a little whore, creaming my fingers in front of 'em."
He didn't stop the movement for a second. Instead, he hooked his fingers even deeper, curling them upward to find that maddening, sensitive spot inside you mercilessly now, his palm grinding hard against your swollen nub.
Your head was thrown back, your eyes fluttering shut as the tension rose in your cunt.
He didn't give you a second to breathe. His mouth descended on the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he began to suck hard, marking you with bruising intensity.
The sensation was so sharp it made your toes curl against the floor, but his voice that whispered against your skin was what truly sent you over the edge.
"Shh, c'mon, keep it down," he murmured, his tone dropping low.
"I can hear 'em. They're comin' back. You better come now, or I'm not touchin' you for a whole month."
The ultimatum hit you like a physical blow. The desperation to please him, combined with the sheer, terrifying proximity of your parents, pushed you into a panicked state of arousal.
You felt your muscles coil, tightening around his fingers as the pressure built to an unbearable, screaming peak.
You let out a sharp, high pitched cry of release, but before the sound could echo through the house, Yuji’s massive, scarred hand clamped over your mouth, swallowing your scream whole.
As you hit the peak, your body buckled.
You felt your release as you squirted, your juices spraying hot and heavy against his palm and the underside of the table.
Just as the waves of pleasure peaked, he started delivering harsh, stinging slaps to your swollen pussy, your juices only spraying harder at the impact.
It was brutal, a sharp shock of pain that collided with the overwhelming sensation of your climax, making your vision go white as you shuddered violently in his grip.
He was efficient, almost terrifyingly so.
While you were still gasping for air, your body twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm, he grabbed a handful of paper napkins from the table.
With a steady hand, he wiped his fingers clean of your slick and then without a hint of hesitation used the same, stained napkin to dab the sweat and tears from your flushed face.
The sound of footsteps returned. The dining room door swung open, and your parents walked back in, their voices bright and oblivious.
"Everything alright, honey? You look a little flushed," your mother remarked, setting a fresh pitcher of water on the table.
You couldn't answer.
You sat there in a daze, your insides feeling heavy and hollow, your skin still tingling from the slap and the heat.
You could feel the lingering sting between your legs, feeling utterly pathetic and exposed.
You kept your head bowed, staring intensely at the tablecloth, too ashamed to meet their eyes, terrified they might see the filth written all over your face.
݁ ⋆˚꩜｡ modulo!yuuji reaallyyy likes your lace panties
contents: lowkey angsty i'm sorry, raw sex, body worship, hurt/sex as comfort, possessive yuuji
yuuji had nearly forgotten what intimacy felt like, it had been so long at this point. your relationship had grown long stagnant. days dragged on all the same, a blur of same old same old.
what was there to be excited about these days anyways?
yuuji found those words running through his head most days. he kept his hood pulled up over his face to conceal his tired eyes. he was exhausted, truly. at this point he couldn't even remember when his spark had faded. the only thing he remembered was the constant weight of the world on his back.
you knew this was partially your fault as well. both of you had fallen into a not exactly comfortable routine, just riding out the days until they were over. when you don't age, time feels pointless.
your relationship had turned into something of convenience rather than something of love.
silence lay thick over the house you two inhabited- it was hardly something you could call a home. rain battered against the windows, the sound echoing loudly through your head.
something in your stomach twinged. a wave of unease and discomfort washed over your body. is this really what you'd let everything come to?
your heart felt heavy in your chest, shame beginning to pump into your veins.
you'd met yuuji back in your jujutsu high days. during your first year you didn't know many people, but yuuji always went out of his way to talk to you.
the lines between friendship and lovers had always blended together with him. there was no specific day when romance started, it felt as if it had always been. it felt right.
the first night he admitted his love for you was still something you could relive like it was yesterday. the day itself wasn't anything special, but he made it special.
he had a way of doing that. making average things feel special.
how did you guys turn into this?
something that was once filled with passion had been extinguished into being strangers in the same house.
was there a way to reignite his spark? our spark? you were going to find out. even if it was just for one night.
you slipped out of the house in silence. yuuji wasn't home right now, but even if he was he probably wouldn't even ask you where you were going.
your mission today was simple: new lace panties in his favorite color.
maybe sex wasn't the best route to fix your relationship, but it would surely jumpstart the intimacy again. you two hadn't had sex in... a really long time.
it didn't take long to find a piece you thought he'd like. the hope was once you put this on he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.
you returned home and took a shower to gather your mind. the steam felt like it cleared the fog from your brain and you could finally think clearly again.
the sound of yuuji returning home pulled you from the fantasies you'd been playing in your head. a smirk tugged at your lips as you thought about what you had planned.
butterflies filled your stomach and you felt like a girl with a crush again, maybe this is all you two needed.
you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. you had wrapped your hair in a towel to dry it while you ran through the rest of your normal routine.
you pulled on the dark red lace. the sides hugged your hips in a way that made you feel good. the rest left little to the imagination, just as you wanted.
with freshly dried hair you pulled on an oversized tshirt. no pants. just his old black tshirt and the new panties.
when you exited the bathroom you immediately saw yuuji sprawled out on your shared bed. he gave you a smile and a quick wave before returning to whatever he was looking at on his phone.
you stepped closer to the bed, "yuuji," he looked up at you with a blank expression, "i want to show you something."
turning slightly to the side, you pulled up the shirt just enough so your panties were visible.
yuuji's breath hitched in his throat. even after all these years he could still appreciate a good ass. a small sound escaped his lips when he felt the now unfamiliar rush of blood to his dick.
heat flooded his entire body and his cheeks turned pink.
you turned fully and pulled the shirt up more to reveal the lace covering your ass to him.
"holy shit." he groaned. he'd forgotten what this felt like. all he could think about was touching you: running his hands over the plush of your ass, grabbing your breasts, or teasing your pussy with his tongue.
"like what you see?" you teased, pulling him up so you could sit in his lap.
yuuji nodded, his head was too full of racing thoughts to speak. every nerve was on fire right now. how had he let this go for so long?
his breath felt hot against your lips before you met him in a deep kiss. it was slow, yet hungry. making up for lost time. his hands, covered in hard callouses from years of missions, felt rough against your skin.
yuuji's dick throbbed hard against your body, even through the layers between you two. his hands rested on your hips and he gently rocked you back and forth. arousal had soaked your panties and the damp fabric stuck to your skin with each movement.
he tried to push you down so he could position himself on top of you.
a soft pop sounded as you pulled away from his lips. you purposefully rolled your hips against him as you leaned into his ear, "not so fast. this is about you."
you grabbed the soft fabric of his hoodie and pulled it over his head. your eyes mapped out all of the scars and marks that littered his torso, most notably being the large scar that ran down the center of his chest.
"still so handsome," you murmured as you pressed warm kisses to the scarred tissue on his chest.
his heart was racing, he felt alive again.
yuuji's muscles tensed under your touch as you continued to trail kisses down his body, whispering your admiration for him with each one. his pupils were blown as he stared down at you, panting with need.
more, more, more, echoed through his mind.
his pants felt too tight around him, the layers of fabric confining his aching dick. it was beginning to become painful how hard he was.
you tugged on his pants, "lets take these off? let me make you feel good, yeah?" your words sounded more teasing than you meant, but yuuji was into it.
his pants were discarded to the floor and you straddled him again. his fingers threaded into your hair as he pulled you in for a kiss.
his tongue swiped across your bottom lip before he gently bit down. he needed to hear every sound he could elicit from you, it was a need that radiated from deep within his chest.
you rolled your hips over his obvious bulge, you could feel how he was throbbing for you. his thighs were tensed and he let out sweet moans each time your cunt pressed down on him.
yuuji was devouring your mouth with an intense hunger, as if he's been starving for years. the kiss was sloppy as his tongue explored your mouth, trying to remember every part of it again.
you reached down to palm him over his boxers and a needy whimper escaped his lips. you drank down his pretty sounds, grabbing him harder.
"please touch me." yuuji begged breathlessly.
you squeezed him and whispered, "i am touching you."
he choked out another moan before responding, "you know what i mean, baby."
you furrowed your brows, feigning confusion, "i'm actually not sure what you mean. can you tell me, yuuji?"
he bucked his hips up. right now he desired nothing more than to feel the soft skin of your hand gripping his cock, taking anything you would give him.
he groaned, "i need you to touch my dick. hands, mouth, pussy, i'll take anything you give me. please."
god. he felt pathetic right now.
he shivered when your hand brushed the skin under his waist. his body was so sensitive to your touch.
you finally helped pull his boxers off, watching his cock spring out and gently slap his toned stomach. pre-cum covered the aching red tip of his cock.
he stood 6.5 inches hard with several veins running up his shaft. you suddenly remembered how much you used to love running your tongue up those veins and how good he tasted.
you spit directly on his tip and watched it drip down his length.
yuuji's body twitched when you ran your thumb across the sensitive head of his cock.
you couldn't wait any longer to taste him. he groaned as your lips wrapped around him. inch by inch, you slowly took him into your mouth.
"fuuuckkkk– baby. you're already making me feel so good." yuuji praised. he gently tugged on your hair and you gagged around him.
his dick twitched in your mouth when you circled your tongue underneath his tip. he threw his head back and bucked his hips up.
yuuji felt like he was as close to heaven as he'd get. his head was cloudy, being fogged with the pleasure you gave him. he didn't need to properly fuck you to be fucked stupid, he was already there.
you pressed your arm down on his pelvis to anchor his hips to the bed, but he still squirmed around under your touch. each time he hit the back of your throat you hummed around him, allowing the vibrations to further stimulate him.
he tasted sweet with a vague hint of salt, something so perfectly yuuji.
your hand moved in tandem with your mouth. you wanted to give all of him attention. with each stroke, you twisted your wrist and felt him hold himself back from fucking your mouth.
his thighs began to shake with the efforts of not cumming too soon, his entire body was tensed up.
with a loud gasp, he grabbed your hair to pull you off him, "shit, baby. stop. i don't want to cum yet."
you pressed a gentle kiss to the tip and watched his cock twitch with the lack of stimulation. yuuji looked beautiful right now. a thin layer of sweat had gathered on his forehead and abs, his cheeks were pink, and his lips were parted. he panted and looked at you with his wide eyes.
he didn't say anything and before you could process what happened he had grabbed you and thrown you onto your back with your legs up.
he slotted himself between your legs and pulled your soaked panties to the side, pushing one of his fingers into you with no resistance. it was evident that he still remembered your body, he was able to curl his finger into your g-spot with no struggle.
his breath fanned across your inner thighs, making your lower body ache with need. his lips were so close to your swollen and throbbing clit.
yuuji's hand held your body still with a bruising grip, but nonetheless you tried to push your pussy toward his eager mouth.
"these panties... so damn pretty. buy these for me? you wanted to drive me crazy? it fuckin' worked, sweetheart." he cooed at you while he teased your clit with his thumb. he knew what you wanted but he planned to make you work for it.
"mhm..." you nodded, still squirming closer to him.
he shook his head and sighed, "use your words, tell me what you wanted."
you felt heat rush to your face, suddenly embarrassed. "i want you to taste me, i've missed it, yuuji."
he removed his finger from you, using it to keep your panties pulled to the side to expose your pussy. he licked a stripe up from your entrance to your clit. as soon as his tongue made contact with you, he groaned. savoring the tangy taste.
he eagerly lapped at your clit and pushed two of his fingers into your cunt. his lips latched around your clit with a hard suck as he curled his fingers into your sweet spot.
your back arched off the bed and you grabbed his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you. you could feel the way your pussy was squeezing his fingers, pulling him in.
yuuji was practically making out with your pussy. juices dripped down his face and it was hard to breathe while your thighs clamped around his head, but he didn't care. he would happily die here.
"tastes so good, i've missed this. best fucking thing i've ever had, i can't get enough."
he wasted no time diving back in, licking and sucking wherever his mouth could reach. his fingers scissored into you, stretching you out. he made sure he was hitting every spot that felt good for you. he knew your body like the back of his hand.
yuuji pulled his fingers out of you and listened to how you whined at the loss. his tongue quickly replaced them, drinking in all the juices he could collect.
with another loud groan he pulled his head away from your pussy. he crawled up the bed toward you and pressed his lips to yours.
"i'm sorry. i can't wait anymore. i need to be inside you, right now." yuuji whispered into your ear. his voice sounded so deep and it made you clench around nothing.
you grabbed his dick and aligned it with your entrance, waiting for him to push inside you.
he pressed himself against you, staring into your eyes, "tell me you want this."
"i don't just want this yuuji, i need this."
that was all it took for him to inch his cock into you. there was a collective hiss of pleasure as his tip stretched you out. it's been so long, you forgot how big he felt inside you.
his hips stilled when he bottomed out. he grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders, putting you in a mean mating press.
he fucked you slow. you could feel every ridge and vein of his dick as he slowly dragged it in and out of you. it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
his thumb circled your clit, causing every nerve in your body to fire. you felt him everywhere.
"yuuji... i love you." those were the only words you could form, fallling from your lips over and over again.
he pulled out, "i have an idea, let me just..." he flipped you over and pulled your ass up toward him. his hands roughly cupped your still lace covered ass.
you arched your back, pushing closer to him, needing to feel him again.
he pulled your panties to the side and slammed back into you. the gentle pace was long gone. his hands gripped your hips as he fucked into you with a newfound passion.
he couldn't hold back the grunts coming from deep within his chest. watching the way your ass moved with his thrusts, hearing the wet sounds of your bodies connecting, and hearing how you moaned for him was effectively driving him insane.
he pulled you closer, making sure his cock was kissing your sweet spot with every thrust. he was going to make this good for you.
"i'm so sorry for- fuck- neglecting you. neglecting us. i'll never- never again." he meant every single word. "i don't know what was wrong with me. i'm an idiot." his apology was choked out between moans.
your brain hardly registered what he was saying, you were too caught up in how good he felt. he pushed your head down into the pillow and you bit down to muffle the sounds coming from your mouth.
yuuji reached down to rub your clit again, his thumb made firm circles on the bundle of nerves. he smirked when he felt your pussy spasm around him with the new stimulation.
he didn't let up. he had a one track mind right now. his goal? make you cum.
you babbled into the pillow about how good it felt. he couldn't hear you but he knew you were close.
he leaned into your ear, "i need you to cum for me. i know it feels good, but let go for me, okay?" his dirty encouragement sounded so sweet. his lips brushed against your ear lobe before he nipped at your neck.
the pleasure built up in your abdomen, your orgasm so close to washing over you.
his hips continued to pound into you, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to bliss. you felt impossibly full as if he was going to split you open.
you choked out a loud moan, nearly screaming out his name, as your orgasm finally washed over you.
his pace started to falter as you clenched around him, squeezing him incredibly tight.
"fuck, baby. you're never going anywhere ever again. i can't believe i let this happen. you're all mine. mine." yuuji wasn't paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth, he felt too good to think about it.
the spring in your stomach snapped and your orgasm finally washed over you. your body shook as your pussy spasmed around him. he fucked you through it, holding your body up so you didnt collapse onto the bed.
he quickly pulled out and pumped himself to his own orgasm. he came with a loud grunt of your name and warm ropes of his cum covered your new lacy panties.
the sight was enough to make him feel like blood was rushing back down to his dick. safe to say, yuuji was still an ass man.
yuuji laughed, "i'm sorry, i might've ruined your new panties... i couldn't help myself."
