His hands first moved up to her hips, pausing to squeeze them gently, then traced a slow path downward, brushing against her vulva in a touch that sent a shiver rising through her. Then he slipped inside her with disarming ease. Aiko felt him tense at first, so she whispered something to him, and little by little his body began to relax, finding a shy but growing rhythm, as if he were learning everything in that very moment.
"I've opened you… completely…" Yuji murmured, his voice low and rough, while his movements grew more assured.
Aiko arched her back, eyes shut tight, her expression a mixture of pleasure laced with a thread of pain. He was enormous. Each time he pulled her toward him, her fingers clutched at the table for support. She felt her body being pushed to the limit, yet desire urged her to keep going.
His hands on her hips grew firmer, almost anchoring her in place, making her imagine that the heat of his grip would linger on her skin for hours. And despite the intensity, Yuji kept his breathing steady, almost controlled, as if he still had endless reserves of energy.
"Oh, Yuji… you're so… so…" the words came out in broken gasps, "…strong… your body…"
Her voice trembled, eyes glistening as she added between breaths: "…it's pure power…"
Yuji drove his rhythm harder, a flash of determination in his gaze. She likes it this way, he thought, letting her reactions guide him.
All of a sudden, Aiko's body went rigid, then was swept by a wave of shudders. Her breath broke, a sound rising in her throat before Yuji pressed a hand over her lips to stifle the cry about to burst out.
She was still trembling when he drove into her more firmly, and her voice—ragged and low—slipped out between breaths:
"I… I'm…" — a pause, her gaze turning incandescent — "…I'm about to…"
Yuji erupted, for the second time, inside her. Breathing heavily, he wiped his forehead with his arm, panting and shaking like a leaf. Then he pulled out.
They looked at each other… a gaze worth more than a thousand words—and they smiled.
***
Monday morning, school.
Between classes, Aiko's phone buzzed. She didn't need to check the name to know who it was.
Yuji [10:42] Slept last night? I barely did. But I was happy.
Aiko [10:43] Slept on and off. But with a silly smile. Your fault.
Yuji [10:44] Silly happy + me half-dead = perfect combo? 😅 Can I tell you something?
Aiko [10:45] As long as it's not too compromising, shoot.
Yuji [10:46] I keep thinking about when you looked at me from over the couch… and everything that happened after. It's like I've got a mental playlist on loop.
Aiko bit the corner of her lip and lowered her eyes to the desk, cheeks warm.
Aiko [10:48] And what's number one on your playlist, Mr. Itadori?
Yuji [10:49] The moment I leaned toward you and you let me taste you… You, the oven light off, the place empty. I knew I was losing my mind, but it was beautiful to lose it right there.
Aiko [10:51] I think my mind is still stuck on that chair. 😂
Yuji [10:52] How about we go to the park this afternoon? A little green. A little you.
Aiko [10:53] I like that. I'm free. 🤍
Yuji [10:54] Wait. Technical question. Do you have a… a red skirt? A short one?
Aiko [10:55] I've got two. Want to play stylist today?
Yuji [10:56] I'd just like you to wear the shorter one. And… maybe no panties.
Aiko [10:58] (she thought for a few seconds, then typed) You're corrupting me. But maybe today I feel like being corrupted.
Yuji [10:59] Then we're both doomed. 4 p.m., Kichijōji Station?
Aiko [11:00] 4 p.m. I only promise wind and red cheeks. The rest… that's up to you.
Later....
The sun was high in the sky, and Aiko arrived first. Her short, tight red skirt swayed lightly with each step, her legs—short but toned—glistening faintly in the afternoon light; with every stride, a shifting shadow slipped across them, cast by the foliage. Her blonde hair, loose, fell long and straight down her back and around her face, stirred by a gentle breeze that carried the scent of cherry trees almost in bloom.
She wore an oversized sweatshirt that slid off one shoulder and carried herself with an easy air, as if the world that day simply slid off her.
She sat down on a bench beneath a still-green cherry tree and pulled out her phone. A message from Yuji: "Two minutes. Unless I get lost among the wisteria flowers."
Aiko smiled.
A little later, he really did show up: oversized black hoodie with the hood up, loose sweatpants, messy hair, and a smile that was part tired, part happy. He sat down beside her with the kind of ease that only comes after countless messages, glances, and little secrets shared.
"Did you run?" Aiko asked, noticing his still slightly labored breathing.
"No… I just chased a crow that stole one of my onigiri."
She burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"
"It's my truth. The whole city saw it, unfortunately."
They started talking about everything and nothing: the literature teacher who seemed to hate vowels, the strange guy who always sang outside the station with a badly tuned ukulele, the green tea mochi Aiko loved but Yuji called "an insult to real desserts."
"You judge anything that isn't the Tramonto Rosso tart," she teased, pulling her sweatshirt a little tighter around herself.
"Because that tart is my emotional benchmark. Like—I cried less when I watched Your Name for the first time."
Aiko laughed, and as she did, she brushed her hair back with an absentminded gesture. Yuji watched her. The sun lit up her face, and her golden hair seemed almost liquid under the light. Her blue eyes shone in a way he had never seen before.
The tone shifted. Not abruptly. But slowly. Like a lower note beginning to hum beneath the melody.
Yuji lowered his gaze to his own hands. Then to hers.
"Aiko…" he began, his voice coming out rougher, almost scratching his throat. "Can I tell you something?"
She looked at him. Serious now. "Tell me."
"Since yesterday… I can't think about anything else. About you. About the way you are when… it's just the two of us."
Silence. The kind that's full of everything.
"I think about it too," Aiko admitted. "Maybe too much. I didn't even put on panties, just like you asked." She smiled.
Yuji leaned forward a little. "When I saw you from afar, sitting here, with that skirt and those eyes of yours... I thought I'd do anything to have you back. I mean... to fuck you again."
She stared at him, her gaze deep, almost disarmed.
"Aiko, I'm horny. Again." He pointed between his legs. Aiko saw him swollen between his legs.
She stood up and grabbed his wrist.
"Come with me..." she said.
They went to sit on a worn wooden bench, very old but still holding steady. She lowered herself slowly, legs crossed, hands resting on her stomach.
"I want it too… Yuji," she said, glancing toward two kids who were walking by.
"Let's wait until they pass…"
Yuji nodded.
The kids walked past.
She stood up, glancing around as she hitched her red skirt up a little. Yuji leaned his torso slightly forward, his hands resting on the bench, arms braced behind him. Aiko took a few steps back, her back turned to him. Then she moved closer, straddled him—and in that moment, he pulled his sweatpants down and took himself out.
Aiko penetrated herself, going all the way inside, arching her back and closing her eyes. Yuji hugged her from behind, sniffing her sweatshirt, and hid himself in her hair.
<< Now… we just have to… be careful… if anyone passes by… >> Aiko said in a low voice, panting with pleasure, while she went up and down and took him all, all the way, slowly.
Yuji gripped her by the waist, pulling her closer with a low groan. He didn't answer—just held her tight, lost in the moment.
Then Aiko turned her head to the right and noticed a mother with a child walking hand in hand in their direction.
"We have to stop…" she exclaimed, quickly standing up and smoothing down her skirt.
She sat back down on the bench. Both of them were trembling. A few minutes passed, and the two figures were still there, moving far too slowly.
"How long are they gonna take?" Yuji muttered, exasperated.
"Easy, easy, they're almost past," Aiko replied.
"How am I supposed to stay calm?" he shot back, eyes fixed on her.
At last, they walked by. Aiko rose to her feet again, tugged lightly at her red skirt, and glanced over her shoulder.
"Yuji, let's hurry…" she whispered.
Yuji didn't say anything. He just looked at her, his breathing a little faster, as if he wasn't sure where to begin. Aiko, without turning around, moved on her own, taking the lead effortlessly.
Still unsure, he reached out and slowly lifted her sweatshirt, almost by mistake, until the fabric revealed the soft curves of her chest. He paused for a moment, surprised.
"But… you don't even have a bra on?" he asked, more curiously than mischievously, remaining still for a moment.
"Mmm… I didn't put anything on…" she replied between moans, continuing to move slowly, without breaking her rhythm.
Yuji's body heated up. He grabbed her hips and began pushing her against him, pounding her hard from underneath, while she moaned loudly, trembling under his every thrust. He was too big. The juices ran down her thighs, soaking Yuji's pants.
"Yuji, give me your hand..." Aiko said, whispering softly. He offered her his right hand, and she took it and placed it over her clit, massaging it slowly.
"Touch me, Yuji... I want to feel... your hands... everywhere... while you fuck me... properly..."
And so he did. He continued to massage her clit with one hand, squeezing her breasts with the other, while she spread her legs to feel him better and accommodate him more easily.
Soon after, Yuji let his movements quicken, almost without realizing it, guided by Aiko's reactions. Every time she tensed or held her breath, he seemed to gather courage and speed up a little more.
Aiko let herself be carried to the climax, her body shaking in irregular waves under his rhythm. Her breath caught in her throat, she hung there for a moment, and then she gave in, letting herself fall against him, still shivering.
Yuji held her tightly, his face close, as if the rest of the world could wait in that embrace.
"Today... I'm not... coming inside you..." he said. "I'm coming in your mouth... and you swallow it all... okay?"
Aiko looked at him lustfully. Then she nodded.
He moved on to touch her breasts, shyly but ecstatically, and play with her nipples. She had both hands on her thighs and was bouncing up and down, quickly.
Yuji slowed his pace for a moment, then hugged her tightly.
"I think… I think I… I mean…"
He looked up. She turned, still panting, and looked him straight in the eyes, silently. She was beautiful, with her tousled hair, blue eyes, and a lost gaze. He stopped breathing for a moment.
"Yuji… fuck me… please…" she said, begging. "You'll always have to fuck me… always. Over and over again…"
She looked at him, still moving, slowly.
"Don't stop…"
He grabbed her hips again.
Her hands moved down, cupping her buttocks, holding them apart.
"Grab me... by the hair... Yuji..." she whispered.
Yuji did so, grabbing her hair and pulling her toward him, becoming more and more familiar with her body. The thrusts weren't very violent, but continuous. The pace was constant, never slowing. Training had probably hardened his body; he never felt tired.
"Oh... Aiko..." The words died in his mouth. Then he continued: "I have to... I have to cum in your mouth..."
He pulled out, she stood up, but immediately knelt down, her mouth open and her tongue sticking out. She was waiting for him. He continued to touch himself, harder and harder. Aiko would occasionally lean in, running her tongue over the tip, then lean down even further to play a little deeper and massage him with her tongue.
Yuji took it by the head:
"Here it is... take it..." he told her.
She wrapped her mouth around him and took him in. The spurts reached her throat like warm honey, and there was so much of it. With light movements, she sucked him in all the way. Then she looked up at him, and when he turned his gaze to her, only then did she swallow. Yuji was about to get dressed, but she grabbed him again with one hand and brought him closer to her mouth.
"Wait, wait... I want to clean it out properly... it's still... here."
She ran her tongue over it to collect what was left.
"That's it."
***
Aiko was straightening her sweatshirt, trying to at least fix her appearance. Sitting on the bench still warm from the sun, tugging her miniskirt down just enough, she glanced at Yuji, who was fastening his sweatpants with almost Olympic calm.
"Are you trying to slow down time, or are you just proud of yourself?"
Yuji huffed, running a hand through his messy hair. "I'm just avoiding standing up too fast. I might collapse. You know… fluid loss."
Aiko laughed softly, then shook her head. "Do you realize you're the guy with Sukuna inside you, and you still talk like a TikTok meme?"
Yuji turned, his eyes gleaming. "Would you rather have the tormented-vessel version? I can do the brooding look. Like…" He shifted three-quarters and recited in a deep voice: "I have destroyed a thousand spirits, yet I cannot find peace in your eyes."
"Stop it!" Aiko laughed again, hitting him with a little twig. "You're an idiot."
"And you're still not wearing panties. Just saying—for the historical record."
"Ssshh!" Aiko glanced around, but there was no one. Only the wind in the trees and a few cyclists in the distance.
"You know that's serious, right? You could be arrested for illegal possession of sensuality."
"Are you done?" she snapped, though the smile stayed glued to her face.
Yuji leaned a little closer, lowering his voice. "No. I'm not done. But if I stay this close to you for another ten seconds, we'll end up doing it again."
Aiko bit her lip. "So no tea and cookies?"
"There's always time for dessert."
"Are you calling me a sweet treat, Itadori-kun?"
"No. I'm calling you a problem. The kind that makes you never want to solve it."
She laughed again, then grabbed his wrist. "Come on, before you convince me."
"Too late." He winked.
And together, still tousled and in on their secret, they walked toward the park exit. Their steps were casual, but their eyes told a different story. The tension between them hadn't faded—it had grown. Stronger. More real.
And the game, by then, had only just begun.