Aiko Kugisaki comes from a boring and shabby lifestyle, but she and her sister get approved to move to Japan and fulfill their dreams as sorcerers in a city full of life. Shopping, movies, and good food await her.
What Aiko doesn't know, is grie...
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Aiko took the time to carefully explain everything to Yuji. Everything regarding her accidental transportation to his innate domain that is. She wondered why Sukuna didn't kill her, if it was because he can't... or won't.. he is over a thousand years old and there's moderate chance he knew the ancestor that carried the first Divine Sight.
"Sorry about him...seriously." Yuji said frowning.
"Hey.. don't let what he says get to you. He's in your body, not the other way around. Don't let that crabby old man push you around, Yuji." She said poking his forehead. He was shocked for a minute but laughed soon after.
"I heard you watched the second and third movie when you thought I was uh...dead." Yuji implied.
"Im going to kill both of those idiots. But yes, I did. I missed you, and I wasn't taking it very well and I needed something to connect myself to you again." She admitted. She hung her head, feeling shameful. Weak, even.
"Hey." He said pulling her chin up with his fingers. Her eyes caught his, tears slowly forming inside. He wiped the first one that fell with his thumb. "I'm still here. And...I'm gonna try my hardest not to die again." He said with a sad smile. "Oh! And I'm sorry that I lied, and made you think I was dead. I'm sure it was traumatic and... I don't really have the words to-"
She cut him off kissing his lips.
His eyes widened in shock, never seeing it coming. He slowly closed them, breathing out a sigh of relief as he deepened the kiss, holding her face in his hand gently. He pulled away for air, looking into her eyes carefully.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" He asked nervously.
"Apologize in other ways, Yuji Itadori." She whispered, reconnecting their lips and pushing him back on the bed gently as she straddled him. She'd never done anything before, but she was ready for him to expand her in more ways than one.
He moaned into her mouth, his hands finding her ass and gripping it tightly. It felt just as he'd imagined. His pants tightening below the friction she was causing.
Soon enough their clothes were off, he touched her body wanting to feel every piece of skin she had to offer. Not leaving a single inch untouched. His mouth roaming where it pleased as he complimented her relentlessly. His mouth found her core, doing what felt right in the moment and it seemed to please her enough. No, more than enough, she was gripping the sheets and moaning softly as to not alert anyone of their actions. She met her climax, her body shuddering and she swore she saw stars at the unexpected wave of pleasure. He kissed her sensitive bud, kissing up and down her thighs as he please.
When he finally lined himself up he was throbbing for her, begging her to continue in his mind. He was no longer confident, he was needy.
She switched the roles, sitting on top of him. He gasped at the sudden movement, her hand guiding his member where it belonged. He let out what sounded like a wince as she bit her lip and forced herself down into his large member. He entered her, ripping her apart for the first time. It was almost too tight, almost painful as he tensed and moaned. Her whimpers made him ache for more, gripping her tightly and sitting up. He carried her to a wall, ready to show off his strength.
Her back met the cool paint, hissing at the temperature change. His hand held her wrists above her head, intertwining both sets of fingers with his one large sent. His other arm securing her waist as he moved at a pace he desired. Her whimpers soon turned into moans and curses as he ruined her.
She'd never felt such ecstasy before. Such pleasure. It was unbearably good. His stamina was out of this world, able to keep going for a few hours, even in the shower where the final scene took place. He was holding both her thighs in his hands as her own tangled into his hair, their mouths finding eachother as he neared release. He moaned out loudly, pulling out as he pressed his forehead to hers, his hot liquid releasing into the water as he caught his breath.
Aiko knew then and there, that no one could ever make her feel the way Yuji did. She kissed him deeply, she'd trusted him with something like this. She trusted him in battle. She had given herself to him, even before he supposedly died. She was his.
They cleaned up, messing around with the soap in his shower and giggling. The jokes and fun was never ending with him. Her perfect little escape from the Divine Sight, from her sadness, and from her own mind. Just a sliver she's allowed to have in her hardest moments.
She put on one of his t shirts he gave her, and some boxers and climbed into bed with him.
"You know, this whole time I thought you liked Fushiguro." Yuji said so casually.
"He's more of a brother. Which sounds odd I know, but he's very brotherly to me. I admire him." Aiko said honestly, as Yuji's hand traced shapes on her stomach.
"Yeah. I get it. It's the same way I see him. I never grew up with much family, and I came here with none, so you guys are all I have." Yuji admitted. He was always so honest.
"Please promise me something?" She asked softly.
"Yeah, sure." He responded looking at her intently.
"Promise me that... you won't ever lie to me. And when you need to talk, you'll come to me." She said softly.
"I promise." He said with no hesitation. "And you promise the same." He fired back.
"I promise." She replied without a doubt, she wouldn't keep anything from Yuji.
"Goodnight, Aiko." He said to her quietly.
"Goodnight, Yuji." She said grinning, rolling over and laying on his toned chest. He grinned at the fact she used his first name. It made his chest warm and fuzzy. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close as they let sleep catch up to them.
