“do you like it when i…?”

yuji’s voice is soft, almost shy, muffled against the inside of your thigh as he pushes a second finger inside you—slow, careful, letting you feel every inch as he sinks it to the knuckle. your back arches off the bed, overwhelmed already by only his fingers and the way his breath fans hot over your skin.

you nod—not trusting your voice—because yes, god yes, you like it, you like everything he does to you: the kisses he trails down your stomach, the way he hooks his fingers in your panties and tugs them down like he’s unwrapping a gift, the hours of teasing until you’re trembling and begging before he’d finally line himself up and push his thick cock deep inside you.

“okay,” he breathes, almost to himself. “okay, i’ve got you.”

he curls both fingers and presses them against that spot that makes your cunt clench hard around him before he starts to scissor them, stretching you further and the fullness is dizzying—every tiny movement sends sparks racing up your spine until all you can feel is his fingers inside you, owning every inch.

your hands fist the sheets, then his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your clit. “yuji—i’m—” you can’t finish. it’s already too much, the overstimulation building fast, but he doesn’t stop.

slowly—watching your face the whole time—he adds a third finger. your eyes squeeze shut; a silent cry escapes you as the stretch burns so good it hurts. you try to take him, to adjust, but every careful push deeper sends another wave of heat crashing through you.

“shhh, baby—relax.” his free hand slides up your stomach, presses flat against your lower belly to hold you down when you squirm too much. “you can take it. you’re doing so good.” he pins you firmly to the bed, keeping you right where he wants you while he works the third finger deeper.

he loves this—loves teasing you until you’re trembling, loves the way your thighs shake and your breath hitches, loves watching you squirm so needy around his fingers. he almost forgets his own aching cock straining against his sweats, leaking helplessly into the fabric. he doesn’t even need you to touch him right now.

all he needs is this: you full of him, stretched and sensitive and completely his, making those desperate little sounds while your cunt clamps down on his fingers so tight he has to fight to keep moving them, fucking you through it.

ac: @miiuu1103 on X

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI. aged-up modulo yuji 83, post-canon, established relationship, possessive desperate dom yuji, intimacy as coping, oral obsession, overstimulation/squirting/multiple orgasms, aftercare.

modulo yuji: who shows up at your door unannounced in the dead of night. hood up, eyes shadowed, that faint cursed energy hum clinging to him like smoke. he doesn’t say much- just steps inside, pulls you close, and buries his face in your neck like you’re the only anchor left in his endless life. “needed this,” he mutters, voice rough from decades of silence.

modulo yuji: who’s forgotten how to ask for what he wants. 83 years of carrying the burden alone made him greedy in the quietest ways. he pins your wrists above your head with one massive hand, the other sliding slow between your thighs, fingers knowing every spot like muscle memory. “tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, even as he grinds deeper, chasing the heat that makes him feel alive again.

modulo yuji: who eats you out like it’s penance. kneels between your legs for what feels like hours, tongue flat and deliberate, lapping slow circles around your clit until your thighs tremble. his scarred hands grip your hips firm- gentle enough not to bruise, strong enough you can’t squirm away. those sharp eyes flick up, watching every twitch, every gasp, drinking in how you fall apart like it’s the only thing that still matters.

modulo yuji: who curls his long fingers just right inside you, pumping steady while his mouth stays latched on. he knows the exact angle, the exact pressure- decades of battle-honed precision turned sinful. when you start to cry from the overstimulation, he doesn’t stop; he hums against you, vibrations ripping another orgasm out like he’s collecting them to fill the void. “let it out, pretty thing…i’ve got you.”

modulo yuji: he smirks the first time you squirt all over his face and chest. that rare, crooked smile breaks through the stoic mask-soft, almost boyish despite the his age and tired eyes. “didn’t think you had that in you,” he teases low, licking his lips clean like it’s nectar. then he dives back in, hungrier, determined to make it happen again just to see that adorable, embarrassed flush.

modulo yuji: he is obsessed with your cum like it’s the closest thing to salvation he’s found. fingers, tongue, cock- he draws every last shudder from you, groaning when you clench around him. “more,” he demands quietly, voice wrecked. “give me everything.” he is greedy because he knows time will steal this too, so he takes it all now-lapping, thrusting, filling you until you’re dripping and boneless.

modulo yuji: who sends you filthy voice notes when the loneliness claws too deep and missions keep him away for weeks. late at night, his voice comes through rough and low, thick with need- breathing ragged as he strokes himself slow, the slick sounds wet and obscene in the quiet. “can’t stop thinking about your tight little cunt… how it grips me when i bottom out,” he groans, voice cracking on a whine he’s too far gone to hide. he edges himself mercilessly, drawing it out just to torture himself with thoughts of you, refusing to cum until he imagines your reply-your moans, your pleas-then spills with a broken “fuck, come back soon… need to fill you up again.” the messages pile up, each one more desperate, more wrecked, proof he’s unraveling without you.

modulo yuji: who gets possessive in the quietest, most devastating way. when you’re out in public (rare as it is with his hooded, shadowed existence), he stays close—hand on the small of your back, thumb tracing circles that send heat straight between your legs. later, he strips you slow, eyes dark with that ancient hunger. “no one else touches what’s mine,” he murmurs, biting marks into your neck while he grinds against you, cock leaking pre-cum like he’s marking territory with every rut. he fucks you possessive and claiming-deep, rolling thrusts that make you feel owned, his hands everywhere, growling low “say it… say you’re mine” until you’re sobbing it back, clenching around him like you’ll never let go.

modulo yuji: who holds you after, chest heaving, arms locked tight like he’ll never let go. whispers apologies into your hair for how rough he got, for how long he stayed away. but his hips still twitch, cock half-hard against your thigh, already thinking about round… whatever this is. “stay,” he breathes, the loneliest word from a man who’s outlived the world

Modulo Yuji who tries to numb his loneliness with intimacy. He automatically visits you whenever he feels that dull ache in his heart, seeking the comfort in your arms.

Modulo Yuji who's experience far exceeds yours. He knows exactly where and how to touch you. After all, he's 83 year old despite his appearance. And he has all the time in the world.

Modulo Yuji who loves eating you out. It's his favorite thing to do. He takes his time. Unhurried, his tongue laps at your folds. He slowly unravels you, his hands that are able to dismantle thousands of curses in a second hold your thighs apart, gentle yet firm. Those eyes are fully focused on you as his mouth sucks on your clit, taking his sweet time with you.

Modulo Yuji who makes you cry from how good it feels. He relishes in your taste, wanting this moment to last forever. He doesn't want to be anywhere else but with his head between your legs. His long fingers pump in and out, knowing just where to curl to make you gasp.

Modulo Yuji who knows how to make you squirt. He loves doing it. The first time you started apologizing, he couldn't help but smile. It was a first time he smiled in a long, long time. At his old age, did you really thought he wouldn't find it the most appealing thing ever? How adorable.

Modulo Yuji who's obsessed with making you cum. He drawls your orgasms, feeling you fall apart so beautifully. He can't get enough. He wants more. How greedy of him. He doesn't think he deserves it anymore, yet you indulge him. So he gladly dives back in.

Modulo Yuji who wants more even after you came. Your pussy is still sensitive from your last orgasm when his tongue licks a long stripe against your slick skin. You try to push his head away with a whine. You look at him and see that his tired and detached expression is nowhere to be seen. He looks content. Happy, even. There is a hunger in his eyes that gives you goosebumps. So how could you not let him? This man has been through hell. Perhaps one more wouldn't hurt, would it.

"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."

" yuu! — you can't do that..! "

your loud whine caught his attention, his grip on your waist loosening but his thumbs still dug little dents into your back. his thrusting ceased, so did his movements of pulling you back onto his dick. he sat there, stunned with his hair pushed out his face and skin luster with sweat. " baby? you okay? you need a break? "

" yeah.. " you panted, your chest heaving into the mattress. " you just — can't be all rough like that... you know how big you are... "

you weren't even talking about solely his dick — yuji was big as a whole. big, and full of stamina and strength for days. it was scarily superhuman, just built for putting you through mattresses and draining you down to a drip. it was so unfair, like the system was rigged against you.

he flipped you over to kiss your face — cheeks, eyelids, jaw, temples, everywhere. he was really just a gentle giant. and the fact he was still growing. " i'm sorry.. i thought you could handle me like that. i'll be more gentle.. " he seemed like he was sulking — partially sorry for what he did, but also solemn he couldn't continue like that.

he hummed softly in your neck, grinding his dick along your walls in slow, shallow motions, all the while rubbing your clit gently. he was trying to coax you to forgive him. you swallowed, your eyes fluttering open and closed at the sensation. " i can handle you. "

he looked up from your neck, his bottom lip protruding. " you sure? you'll tell me the next time it gets too much, right? i'll be careful... i promise. pinky promise. you can starve me a whole day without kisses if you want. "

" don't be dramatic... " you kissed his lips weakly. " i can handle you. "

he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips. his thanks came in the form of his thrusts increasing — both pace and depth with grunts through his bitten bottom lip. he was more gentle about it, more considerate of your body. he still rubbed, petted your clit — just to be a little mean and greedy about it. your name slipped as he approached his limit, from groans to whimpers and prayers about how good you make him feel.

it might've cost you a couple hours — hell, days worth of mobility. but he was too cute to deny.

♡ 𝓜𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

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