cw: mdni, exes reunion, first time seeing each other in six years, slight angst, praise, dirty talk, p in v, pet names, light dry humping.
he’s got you grinding against his strained bulge, your clothed cunt rubbing against his aching cock. you’re a babbling mess beneath your ex boyfriend’s touch—yuji itadori, a man you haven’t seen in six years since he became the strongest. you and him ended shortly after jujutsu high. he disappeared. word was yuji itadori was immortal, unaging—his curse. you tried to linger beside him, to be his hope, his forgiveness, but that didn’t matter to yuji.
he still left you.
he’s looking up at you now, like you’re something fragile, something he doesn’t quite deserve to touch. salmon-hued hair falls in uneven strands around his face, brushing against scarred skin that’s lost some of its warmth. dark purple shadows sit heavy beneath his eyes, exhaustion carved deep into his features. a shell of the man he used to be, of the boy you knew.
he’s got his mouth on you, fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs.
“fucking missed you so bad, baby… m’such an idiot, fucking stupid.” he’s nearly slurring against your spit-slicked lips.
your breath stutters, your body giving in so easily it almost makes you ache. you let him move you, let him mold you, pliant beneath his touch like no time has passed at all.
you hadn’t expected to run into anyone today—let alone your ex boyfriend at a fucking cafe. and still, part of you wonders if he knew you’d be there. you heard things from nobara. you know yuji watched you all these years—not in a way that felt creepy, but lingering, noticing the things you like, keeping an eye out in case anything tried to hurt you. watching from a distance, learning the shape of your life without him in it.
“lift up a little for me?” he asks, eyes heavy and bloodshot but soft in that stupid familiar way, like coffee mixed with milk, warm even when everything else about him looks worn down. his fingers curve into your skin eagerly, yanking you up by the fat of your ass, lifting your hips. your panties are soaked with desperate need, the wetness slick and causing the fabric to grow sheer.
“shit…” his breath hitches, almost a laugh, almost something weaker, “you’re so wet… did you miss me that bad, sweets?”
two fingers hook into the side of your panties, pushing them aside, fabric creasing against the plush cheek of your ass. your hands fumble toward his boxers, tugging them down, glossy lips parting as his hard cock springs free against his defined abdomen, flushed and heavy, twitching slightly. precum beads at the tip, trailing down the length of him. the soft petal-pink line of hair leading below his navel only makes it worse—makes your mouth water, makes your thighs tighten around him without thinking.
“need your cock so bad, yuu…” you beg, slightly dazed from pleasure, head hazy with longing and need.
he lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly.
“need you more.”
he lines himself up with your heat, pushing in, slow at first—your walls welcoming him, clenching tightly, your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. a low groan tears from his throat as you take him in.
“i know things ended badly… shitty of me. i’m sorry.” he groans, low and broken, forehead dropping forward as his hips press up into you.
his voice is rough, regret threaded through it, but distant—like he doesn’t know how to hold it properly anymore. your fingers bury into his pink hair as he starts to move, hips snapping forward, cock driving deep enough to kiss your cervix. the force of it pulls a loud moan from you, your body jolting beneath him as he moves again, sharp, desperate thrusts.
yuji throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as the hood of his light grey hoodie slips down his shoulders.
“oh my god—” he groans, voice ragged, “i missed her… gripping me like this.”
he drops his head into the crook of your neck, breathing you in—your strawberry shampoo, the warmth of your heated skin, the little mewls spilling past your lips.
“missed you… i missed you…” he repeats, voice breaking into soft, wrecked sounds, “missed this…”
his thrusts grow sloppy, desperate, messy squelching sounds filling the space between you.
“c’mon… coat my cock… wanna feel you—cum on it, baby…”
he captures your lips in a sharp kiss, tongue pushing past them, dragging along the roof of your mouth, tasting every bit of longing you’ve held onto. his hips stutter, then still deep inside you, your cunt fluttering and tightening around him, milking him down to the base of his balls.
your nails dig into his shoulders, carving crescent moons into his skin as pleasure crashes through you.
he lets out a broken whine, collapsing forward, his forehead falling against your chest.
“i missed my baby… my pretty baby…”
his cock twitches inside you once—twice—before he pulls out, breath shuddering, and spills thick, hot ropes of white, painting you with his milky seed, scattered across your lower stomach and inner thighs.
note: i haven’t read modulo so sorry if it’s inaccurate also this is acc the worst thing I’ve written but i had to hurry and write after seeing him animated like omg. anyways !! masterlist
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୨୧ THINKING ABOUT 💭
៸៸ modulo yuuji as your boyfriend . . .
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji is very physical without even realizing it. a hand on your lower back whenever he walks by, fingers brushing yours before holding your hand, as if testing the waters.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji will bite you. not hard, not out of anger, just purley out of affection. random, soft little nips, usually when you’re teasing him or getting a little too cute for his sake... same energy as pulling you closer or hiding his face in your neck! he just needs to do something with all that loving he has for you.
if you complain, yuuji will just laugh and say it was just a “baby bite”. but when you start frowning he immediately caves, thumb rubbing over the faint teeth marks, soft little apology murmured against your skin, pressing a quick kiss, batting his eyelashes up at you to earn your forgiveness.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji apologizes all the time. soft, repeated “sorry”s into your shoulder. mostly for things that aren’t even his fault… things you don’t fully understand, but comfort him nontheless.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji doesn't sleep very well, or very often. waking up in the middle of the night from vivid dreams of the past . . . but he relaxes everytime he wakes up to you by his side.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji whose a retired puppy at heart. he’s still soft at his core, just… a bit slower now. he gets weirdly proud over small achievements: “i fixed it!” “told you i could make it better!” and he looks at you like he’s waiting for that soft praise.
on top of that, yuuji isn’t fond of loud environments anymore. though he now refers quiet places, late night walks, soft music in the background . . . the small things that ease the soul.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji will get random bursts of energy out of nowhere. you could be eased up on the couch, and suddenly he’s trying to wrestle you or pulling you off. “c’mon, get up.” “for what yuyu???” “i dunno yet!”
yuuji also loves to pick you up randomly , showing off his strength — simply laughing his ass off as you beg him to put you back down.
୨୧ ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji whose still yuuji . . . just more yuuji than ever.
pairing/characters: ex!jjk men x f!reader | gojo, nanami, yuji, megumi, toji, fratkuna
synopsis: you text your ex after your break up to let him know you've packed all his belongings, officially ending things
cw: cussing, toxic dynamics, also fratkuna not canon sukuna
a/n: the yuji one is ooc bc i would never break up with him
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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.
you have to do that yuji x sukunas wife reincarnation thing it has been haunting my mind since you posted it
also oh my gosh congrats on 500! im so happy for you!
⤷ ゛REINCARNATION ˎˊ˗
Yuji noticed the pattern before he understood it.
At first it was just a subtle thing—very easy to miss if you weren't sharing your body with the most infamous sorcerer in Jujutsu history. But a strange heaviness would settle in his chest like something old had woken up and didn't know where it was.
And scariest of all—Sukuna would go quiet.
Not the smug, waiting-to-pounce silence. This was waaaay too different. This was the kind of silence that pressed against Yuji's ribs from the inside, curling inward and dragging blocked memories that most certainly weren't his through his bloodstream.
And it always happened when you were near.
You'd sit beside Nobara during lectures, whispering silly comments you probably thought no one would hear. You'd spar with Maki and get knocked flat on your back, laughing breathlessly as you complained about how she was just too strong. You'd offer Yuji snacks after he'd trained and Sukuna–
Well, Sukuna did nothing, for once. He just watched.
The first time Yuji confronted him about it, he was running laps around the training field, lungs burning.
"What's your problem?" Yuji demanded internally.
Sukuna didn't respond, and Yuji can only imagine he was sat all huffy like a baby.
"Seriously," He dragged on as he slowed to a jog, "You've been creeping me out man, say something."
Finally, Sukuna's voice echoed around his mind, voice low and restrained, "Why do you let her walk so close to you?"
Yuji nearly tripped, "Huh? Who?"
"That girl," He muttered, "The one taken in by that damned Gojo. She shouldn't be near someone like me."
Yuji stopped moving entirely, "Seriously? I thought you like– loved eating women?"
Silence.
He waited for anything in response but all that came yet again was that dull ache pressing against his sternum.
"You're seriously bumming me out," Yuji huffed, "Knock it off."
Is he pushing his limits? A bit—but he's experimenting, thank you very much. He's honestly surprised hes even alive at this point. Why the hell is Sukuna letting him speak to him like just one of his friends? Even that was bugging him, and usually it annoyed him to no end.
At least he probably won't go on a killing spree anytime soon?
By the end of the month Yuji was losing his mind.
He was sprawled on the dorm rooftop beside Megumi, staring at the clouds like they personally offended him.
"I'm not saying I actually will," Yuji defended himself, "But sometimes when I'm high up I look down and think 'wow, that would solve so many problems'."
The boy next to him didn't even look up from feeding Divine Dog, "You're not funny."
"I'm not trying to be!" Yuji protested, "I just– he's so annoying right now! I preferred when he bullied me all the time."
Megumi finally sighed, "Is it because of her, still?"
"Yeah! It's so annoying. I love– I love spending time with her but I can't even enjoy it because this guy is just so moody."
Megumi frowned slightly as he lifted his head, "Does it only happen around her?"
"Yes!" Yuji shot upright, hands supporting his weight, "Literally no one else!"
Megumi stared at him for a moment, eyes sharp, "You should tell Gojo."
Yuji groaned at his advice, flopping back down, "I'd rather actually jump."
Gojo found out anyways, of course.
Yuji should have known something was wrong when his teacher actually showed up to training on time.
"Soooo," Gojo hummed, hands clasped behind his back as he rocked back and forth on his heels, "You've been having a rough few weeks, huh?"
Yuji froze mid warm-up, head lifting slowly, "What do you mean..."
"Oh, you know. Mood swings, existential dread whenever you're around a certain disciple of mine."
Yuji practically jumped to his feet, "You knew?!"
"I suspected," Gojo corrected, "But now I'm sure."
Yuji clenched his fists, "Do you know why?!"
Gojo leaned down slightly, practically chest-to-chest to the boy, "She's a reincarnation," He whispered dramatically.
"Of...?"
Gojo smiles softened just a fraction, "Sukuna's wife."
Inside Yuji's mind, Sukuna was huffing and puffing in a way that reminded him of a toddler being told they actually can't shove a whole cupcake into their mouth.
"You're kidding," Yuji whispered back, "You're being mean again."
"Nope. And before you ask—she doesn't know. Only toi, moi, and Sukuna."
Yuji laughed weakly, "So you're telling me I'm being emotionally hijacked by a grieving, ancient widow."
"I am not a widow. She's alive. I know it," Sukuna snapped in his mind before falling silent again.
Gojo glanced at Yuji and hummed, "She doesn't remember anything about him. She's just...who she is now."
Yuji turned slowly toward the other end of the where you were laughing with Nobara, completely unaware that your meer existence was unravelling the King of Curses from the inside out.
Inside, something in his chest twisted painfully, "You could have warned me."
Gojo grinned, "But its fuunnnn."
After that, Yuji managed to control his emotions a bit better—well, he was still sad all the time, but he wouldn't let Sukuna get in the way anymore.
It still annoyed him how whenever you smiled at him, Sukuna ached. Every time you leaned too close, Sukuna physically made him recoil like touching you would kill him.
Sometimes, Yuji wakes up to his thoughts running wild with a figure just like you—but older, more mature and adorned in traditional robes. He wasn't sure if his chest feeling heavy and the grief sitting heavy in his throat and eyes was Sukuna or him feeling bad.
"You miss her," Yuji said quietly one night into the cold air around him.
"I miss what I begrudgingly left behind."
Yuji clenched his jaw, "She's not your wife. She's her own person."
"I know."
That answer actually surprised him.
One evening, after a mission, Yuji sat on the dorm steps while you talked animatedly about something trivial.
Sukuna watched through Yuji's eyes, silent as he managed to take you in properly for the first time.
The damn kid was right—you're not her. Your features were softer, your voice squeakier, and as much as you share every quality possibly imaginable to his wife even down to the cursed technique you adorned—you weren't her. You were far too different.
But you would end up looking like her someday.
"Don't ever let me hurt her."
Yuji exhaled slowly as you continue rambling on about some movie coming out in June, his smile matching the one currently plastered onto your face.
"Awh, you've gone all soft."
"Be careful with your words."
"I'm sorry please don't kill me."
a/n : omg im writing again yay !! new layout also ty for all the asks guys its so motivating ty chat !!
@ane5e (you asked to be tagged if anyone wrote this so i thought i would sorry if you don't want to be !!)
you start measuring time by how fast you’re shrinking beside your beloved husband itadori yuuji. at least not all at once. it’s in the way chairs feel too low, how your favorite sweater hangs looser every winter, how mirrors slowly stop being honest and start being cruel to you.
your precious yuuji pretends not to notice. he still tells you that you're the most beautiful sight in the world to him. he still holds you like it was yesterday, so deep in the embrace that it reminds you of how the sand latches to the ocean.
the fuschia haired man makes it a point to ignore everything else. he makes it a point to focus on the person that he had promised forever with, to focus on the life you had built together.
but it was unavoidable that you do notice and that you notice it loudly. you notice the way he watches you walk ever so slowly, with the need of more effort. you notice it in the way ready to catch you when you become too frail to walk.
you notice it in the way his jokes get louder, brighter, trying to make it seem like everything was just like ions ago, like it was still those yesterdays. like he’s trying to drown out something ticking inside him.
you catch him staring at old photos one night. the ones where you both were still young parents together. the ones where you both were in jujutsu high together. you had so much energy then, you could keep up with him.
but now you can't and perhaps that's why you keep the photos away nowadays, locked away where he couldn't see them. you didn't want him staring too long. to be reminded that you were getting older and he wasn't.
"you're oddly nostalgic today." you whisper to him, giving him a soft ghostly smile. "you okay?"
he doesn’t flinch when you ask why.
“just remembering some memories, my love.” he says, but his voice is careful, like memory is a blade. “that’s all.”
there’s a pause. you can feel it stretch, fragile as glass. “well, do you wanna talk about—”
“what do you wanna eat tonight?” yuuji cuts you off as he turns to you, a bright smile already in place, practiced and gentle. “do you want to eat some soba? it’s not too hard for you to chew and it would be good to nourish your bones.”
the way he says it to you made you unlock things you hadn't let yourself dissect in a long time. with such gusto, so practical, so tender, with such youth, the youth you had left behind it hurts you. and the more it reverberates in your head makes your chest ache over and over again.
“yuuji, listen—”
“okay, then. that’s decided.” he stands up before you can finish, clapping his hands once like he’s sealing fate itself. “soba it is!”
you look at him and force a smile. you’ve learned how to do that lately. how to curve your lips just right so he won’t see the fracture underneath. you can feel your heart breaking, slow and quiet, like something eroding instead of shattering.
but you know it isn’t because of him.
no. it was never him.
it’s because of you.
you’re running out of tomorrows and he isn’t. loving him has always felt urgent, like holding water in your hands. beautiful, impossible to keep. and now you’re about to leave him alone with that eternity, with all that time he never asked for.
you wonder, helplessly, how he’ll fare without you.
he’s already had to say goodbye to so many people. friends. mentors. enemies who became mourned anyway. losses stacked on losses he hasn’t fully processed, grief tucked away behind that smile, behind the way he moves forward no matter what.
and now there will be you.
the thought hits you like a physical pain. you hadn't seriously thought about it until now. it won't be very long now. the empty space you’ll leave behind, the quiet he’ll return to, the chair that will stay pulled out for a while before he finally pushes it back in.
you and the children are mortal. even sharing their father’s blood, they are mortal. they’ll live long lives, full ones, you hope. but they will age. they will soften. they will slow. and one day, they too will leave him.
he will watch it happen.
again. and again.
with his grandchildren.
and their children.
and their grandchildren.
it would never stop.
the knowledge settles between you like a shared secret neither of you dares to name. it presses on your chest until you want to scream, to cry out and cuss yourself raw, to curse any god reckless enough to allow love like this without mercy.
for a moment, you want to break.
but you stop yourself.
you stop yourself because you are human.
because breaking won’t save him. because rage won’t give him peace. because this....this fragile, fleeting life is what you chose together when you decided to join your lives for bitter or for worse. for all that was good and happy.
you and yuuji have lived human lives. brightly loud ones. happily messy ones. a life people could only yearn for. it was full of warmth and loss and laughter that hurt your ribs. and this is the inevitable end of that choice.
so you stand up. "yuuji, let me help."
he looks up to you with a pout. "huh? no way! this is a husband's job!"
"and it's a wife's job to make sure to share the burdens with her husband, so move!"
"okay, okay, don't be pushy!"
you follow yuuji into the kitchen, steps slower than they used to be. you smile like you used to, like it’s a gift you’re wrapping carefully just for him and only him. you wrapped your arms around him and he sighs softly, leaning against it. he takes what he can get.
he prays every single day, to any god out there.
he prays for one more day in your arms like this.
one day more, one more. one more in her love.
it was a small spring offered against the weight of an endless winter that you both know would be forever. it was a reminder of a youth that feels long gone but still lives in muscle memory and shared habits. as it always will.
he chatters while he cooks, talking about nothing and everything. you wash the vegetables. your hands move on instinct. the steam fogs the windows. the world narrows to the sound of boiling water and his voice.
and for a while, just a while.
everything is wonderfully great.
everything is fine. you both believed it is.
until the hospital room.
until the thought of the end.
you don’t tell him you’re scared. you asked the doctors to do the same. you don’t need to. you can see it in his eyes, even when he smiles at you. he knows. he always has. this was the end and he knows.
instead, you try to spend all of your days with him, smiling and giggling, walking when the day was good, when your legs felt strong enough. you enjoy the rest of spring holding his hand, telling old stories, hoping for more.
but you could feel about your body is breaking down, as it must and as it should and you hold him at night, the last brush of sakura flowers breathing into the room under the moonlight.
you never thought that you would ever have to give him something heavier than the fear of losing you. and it was responsibility. a curse. a selfish request. a foolish request. a request that you knew he would still keep, even if it hurts.
“promise me, yuuji.” you whisper, fingers barely curling around his. “promise me you won’t stop being human just because it hurts.”
he breaks then. ugly, helpless sobs, shoulders shaking like he’s the one dying. “i don’t want to forget.” he says. “i don’t want it to stop hurting.”
“then it won’t, my love.” you say gently. “pain means you loved well. and that i am with you.”
when you’re gone, the world doesn’t end. that’s the cruelest part. it keeps going. people keep laughing. the sun keeps rising. yuuji learns what eternity really means as he keeps burying children after children, grandchild after grandchild.
he was not fighting the thought of endless time, but it was that continuation of endless loss. loss that even he, the strongest, could not prevent. he tries to keep your promise at first.
he stays close to people. to the remainder of your family, of your friends. yuuji lets himself care. lets himself be stupid and hopeful and soft. and every time someone ages, every time someone slows down, the dread coils tighter around his ribs.
he watches it happen again.
and again.
and again.
eventually, his love starts to feel like a countdown. a countdown for the things he could not take anymore. it was a countdown that would not end, even when it ends for others.
itadori yuuji sighs.
hana’s funeral is quiet. too quiet for someone who burned so brightly. white flowers. incense curling into the air like prayers that won’t be answered. yuuji stands at the back, hands in his pockets, shoulders rigid. he hasn’t cried yet. he hasn’t cried in a while.
nobara finds him there.
his friend was almost unrecognizable from afar. yet when she gets closer, it was like he could recognize her once agian. she looks older. sharper around the edges. still unmistakably herself. she doesn’t say his name at first. instead, she just stands beside him, her eye fixed on the casket.
“you okay?” she asks, already knowing the answer.
yuuji exhales slowly. “i don’t think i can do this anymore.”
she turns to him then, frowning. “do what?”
“say goodbye.” his voice is steady, which scares him more than if it weren’t. “every time i do, it takes something i don’t get back.”
nobara scoffs softly. “yeah? welcome to being human.”
he shakes his head. “you don’t understand.”
she studies him and something in her expression shifts. not fear. recognition. “you’re pulling away, finally.....” she says, stopping before looking at him again. “aren’t you?”
“i have to.....i need to. i....i can't.” he replies, heaving slightly before collecting himself. in a way that made nobara think that gojo satoru was in front of her again.
"yuuji—"
“if i keep loving people like this… i’ll disappear. it will be too much and i....i will lose it all piece by piece.”
“hana would hate that.” nobara snaps. "she would hate that."
“i know.” he says, quietly. his eyes becoming somber, sadder at the mention of you. he purses his lips in a flat line. “you would too.”
silence stretches between them, thick and aching.
“i loved so much, i want to love so much.” he adds, dulled eyes fixed forward. “she asked me to stay human. to let it hurt. to let it exist.”
nobara softens. “and now?”
“and now i’m scared that being human means surviving everyone i love in this way.”
the ceremony ends. people leave in small clusters. nobara lingers. yuuji was preparing to leave. megumi had told him to stay, but he had found himself refusing the zenin hospitality.
“you don’t get to disappear completely.” she says. “i won’t let you.”
yuuji almost smiles. almost. “i won’t say goodbye, nobara.” he tells her instead. “not anymore. if i don’t start…i don’t have to finish.”
"not even to me?"
"no." he shakes his head.
kugisaki nobara could only watch him walk away, her aged, weary hands clenched, knowing better than to chase him. she could only sigh and hope the best for the world, for him.
itadori yuuji isolates himself after that. lives quietly far from people's wandering eyes. he hides himself carefully. he still laughs sometimes, at food, at dumb jokes, gambling for fun, calling todo when the loneliness gets to him. but all that is still rare.
but then the memories that sneak up on him, as it always does. but he tries his best to keep it away from him. he looks at everything from a distance now. always from a distance. he could not let it get too close. not anymore.
yet late at night in that tiny spring, when the world is still and the past feels close enough to touch, he remembers your voice. your beautiful tender voice reverberating. haunting him in the way you loved him. overwhelmingly.
let it matter.
it still does.
that’s the cruel mercy of it.
even alone, he remains human. because he never stopped loving the people he can no longer say goodbye to. especially you. never you. after all, you were the love of his life, for the rest of his life.
thinkin abt dilf!yuji next door who's wayy tood good with his babies & has the most charming misdirecting golden retriever smile for any lady who flirts with him & mistakes him to flirt back when he's j being nice (and reader being the only lucky lady who gets to see who he actually is besides being a golden retriever in bed<333)
widowed dilf!yuji meets a pretty girl that he just can't stop thinking about (hc) - nsfw 18+ mdni
cw: yuji lowk freaked out here guys ima be real, yuji is a widowed father, everyone is 18+ btw
notes: this is my first request, hope u like it <3
dilf!yuji is irresistible to every woman he meets and the kicker is, he doesn’t even realize it. He knows women tend to stare at him when he does basic stuff like be patient, smile, take care of his kids. But it makes zero sense to him, in his mind, he’s just being a decent dad.
dilf!yuji who’s a widowed father, carries around a heavy grief he hides from his kids. His late wife passed from an illness no one could really explain, and even now, it’s something he doesn’t talk about much. He keeps it all tucked away, locked behind that warm smile he gives when people ask him about her.
dilf!yuji who stays strong for his kids, because they need him whole, even if he doesn’t always feel that way.
dilf!yuji isn’t ready to move on, not even close. He pours everything into his kids, every ounce of love, every bit of energy, because they’re all he has left of her. In quiet moments, he swears he can see her in them. The way they laugh, the little habits they’ve picked up… it’s enough to keep him here just another day. He tells himself he doesn’t need anything else, doesn’t need anyone else.
dilf!yuji who absolutely gets his ass kicked by solo parenting, especially when he’s out in public. One kid half way hanging out of the cart, while the other is on the verge of a meltdown, because he made her choose between the pikachu plushie OR the snorlax—which obviously was horrible of him.
dilf!yuji is fighting for his life, trying to get the kids to calm down and behave themselves in the store, he tries so hard, but it’s a complete mess.
dilf!yuji gets bailed out by some random woman stepping in, calming the situation like it’s second nature. And he’s so damn grateful it’s almost embarrassing. He’s profusely thanking you, voice a little hurried, breathless, rubbing the back of his neck like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s all flustered in that awkwardly charming way, cheeks flushed, smiling gratefully like a dork. Meanwhile, you’re trying not to fold, because this sweet, overwhelmed dad is looking at you like you just hung the moon.
dilf!yuji can’t stop thinking about you, especially at night when he thinks about how natural you were with his kids. How you managed to calm them down in minutes, when he would normally just have to leave the store and try again another day, call a loss a loss. Yet all you did, a stranger, was smile and speak softly… and god, your smile was so pretty.
dilf!yuji wonders if he’ll ever see you again, not because he wants to or anything, it’s just because his kids liked you. They keep bringing you up, asking about you… yeah, it’s for the kids. Definitely not because he keeps catching himself thinking about you at the most random times.
dilf!yuji who takes his kids to the park and comes prepared for everything, always carrying a little tin of bandaids in his pocket. When they get hurt, he’s already kneeling down, gentle hands brushing dirt away before placing a bandaid carefully over their scraped knees. He presses a soft kiss over it after, murmuring a quiet “all better,” like he believes it with his whole heart.
dilf!yuji drives his kids home after a long day of playing, the car filled with sleepy chatter, when they suddenly start asking him when he’s taking them back to see the ‘pretty lady.’ He pauses for a second, caught off guard, before answering honestly. He doesn’t know, but there’s a small, soft smile when he admits he hopes they see her again too.
dilf!yuji who’s out running errands on the one weekday he gets off, taking advantage of the quiet while the kids are still at school. His errands consist of grocery shopping and then heading to buy new clothes for his oldest, because she wants to start dancing, and that means she needs everything. So it’s really just a coincidence that he ends up at the exact store you work at.
dilf!yuji walks around the store more times than necessary, pretending to look through racks while internally debating if this is weird or not—it definitely is. He’s even about to leave when you spot him first, walking up with that pretty, practiced customer service smile. “Hey, are you needing help finding anything?”
dilf!yuji forgets that he actually has to respond when someone asks him a question. His brain just short-circuits the second he sees you again. “Oh-I… uh- sorry.” What the hell was that? Is he seriously stuttering?? “I was just trying to find my daughter some clothes… uh- dance stuff.” He rubs the back of his neck, already cringing. God, I look like a dork.
dilf!yuji follows you around the store while you show him everything in stock, listening way more attentively than most people would. You can’t help but notice how involved he is, how much he actually cares about what his kids would like, it’s rare to see. And when he ends up choosing the one you recommended—the cutest one, in your opinion—you can’t help but feel proud of your choice.
dilf!yuji blurts out, while you’re ringing him up at the counter, “how do you do it?” and you just stare at him for a second, utterly confused. Then he clears the air with rambling, words tumbling over each other as he talks about how amazing you were with his kids, how they don’t usually calm down like that, how they still talk about you.
dilf!yuji ends up inviting you out, because there’s just something special about you he can’t quite figure out. And if it’s something even his kids can see, maybe it’s worth finding out.
dilf!yuji doesn’t cheap out when he takes you to a rooftop restaurant, somewhere way fancier than anything you’re used to. The city lights stretch out around you, everything glowing and warm, and you’re sitting there wondering how you ended up here. But he’s kind, attentive, and unfairly attractive, it’s almost overwhelming. He’s even a gentleman, through and through. He pulls your seat out before you even get the chance, makes sure you’re comfortable, asks you what you want ahead of time so he can order for you when the waiter comes, only because you mentioned offhandly in the car that you’re a little shy.
dilf!yuji who can’t quite put his finger on what’s so damn captivating about you, he tries to narrow it down, he really does. Maybe it’s your smile, soft and bright in a way that makes his chest ache. But then your eyes catch his attention next, sparkling under the warm restaurant lights, pulling him in so easily it almost feels unfair. And then there’s your laugh—god, your laugh. It bubbles out of you so naturally, so endearing and infectious that he finds himself saying stupid shit just to hear it again. The way your eyes scrunch up in a way that makes you look so adorable, he can barely take it anymore.
dilf!yuji suddenly realized he’s been staring a little too long and has to look away, pretending to look for the waiter, because whatever this is—whatever he’s thinking right now—isn’t supposed to happen. He told himself he was done with dating, done with letting anyone get close like that again. But his kids adore you, and you’re sitting right across from him, still smiling, still giggling about something small and silly, and he knows. Just knows, he’s already in over his head.
dilf!yuji who drives you home with that same restless feeling sitting heavy in his chest, and when you invite him in, he doesn’t hesitate like he probably should. One second he’s standing in your doorway, and the next he’s following you down the hall, your fingers laced with his. His lips meeting yours as the door closes softly behind you, his hands finding your waist, holding on like he needs you there, like you’re something he’s been missing for way too long.
dilf!yuji kisses you like’s trying to say something he doesn’t have words for, it starts off slow and quickly deepens, becoming heated and desperate. Years of holding back unravelling all at once as he pulls you closer, trying to memorize every inch of your skin.
dilf!yuji whose head is buried between your legs, can’t get enough of your taste, your smell. Lost so easily in you, it’s embarrassing, like he forgot what it feels like to want someone this much. He kisses your clit, giving it gentle licks that has electricity shooting through your body. God, he was teasing you so much with his tongue, it was agonizing.
dilf!yuji who can’t keep track of time anymore, is too busy giving you so many orgasms that you can’t even keep count anymore. Your legs shake around him, almost giving out by how many times he’s sent you over the edge, all while he’s drunk on you, lapping up your juices like you’re his last meal.
dilf!yuji can’t hold back any longer, thrusting into your cunt, the room echoing with the sounds of ass slapping against him, sweat glistening on every inch of skin.
dilf!yuji whimpers loudly, even as he has your face pressed into the mattress, cheeks flushed from where his hand is, and all you can do is moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock pressing deep, making you curse out profanities.
dilf!yuji can’t get enough of your pussy gripping his cock so tight, making his thrusting lazy and sloppy. “She likes that, doesn’t she? Likes taking my cock like a good little slut.” He rasps, voice rough and filthy, making you arch your back further as he stuffs your pussy full.
dilf!yuji covers your mouth when you try to tell him it’s too much, even as you press your ass back against him, lifting yourself up slightly so that he can hold you by your hips, burying his cock deep inside. Your head is tilted back, hair falling over your back as tears stream down your face, the waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cum around his cock, walls pulsing around him. “That it, baby.” he murmurs against your back, leaning back slightly to watch your limp fucked out body as he thrusts a few more times into you.
dilf!yuji is barely keeping it together, groaning with pleasure. “Bet she wants me to fill her up, have her milking my cock f’my cum, hm?” he murmurs into your ear, low and rough, thrusts uneven and desperate as he lets go, whimpering as milky white ropes shoot inside you.
dilf!yuji is 110% convinced you must be some ethereal creature, because there’s no way you’re just a normal girl, no way. You were everything he never knew he needed and now he’s going to make you his.
All reblogs, comments, and likes appreciated!!! Really hope you liked this one annon, I hope I did dilf Yuji justice <333
