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“Was he worth it?” Megumi’s voice is low, almost a whisper, but edged with something sharper. “Laughing with him like that. Letting him touch you.”
My fingers tighten around the glass.
I turn slowly, and he’s right there, barely lit by the sliver of moonlight slipping through the kitchen window. His eyes don’t move. They’re locked on mine, burning with something I can’t name. Hurt. Anger. Jealousy. All of it.
“I can’t fucking stand it,” he says, voice dropping further, huskier now. “Watching you pretend like none of it mattered.”
I swallow hard, pulse racing. “We agreed to keep it quiet. That this..whatever it was meant nothing.”
“Yeah,” he says, stepping closer, eyes flickering to my mouth. “But it didn’t feel like nothing when I had you pressed against me. When you were moaning my name.”
His breath is warm against my cheek now. I back up instinctively, but the counter catches my hips and he doesn’t stop.
His hand brushes the glass from my fingers, setting it down somewhere behind me. And then his hands are on the counter, caging me in.
“You think I can just watch you move on?” he whispers. “Pretend like you didn’t fuck me that night?”
I can’t speak. I can’t think. My entire body is screaming at me to do something, anything but I just stand there, breath caught in my throat, heart thudding in time with the silence around us.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he mutters, eyes dropping to my lips.
The second I breathe his name, it’s over.
His hands are on me, urgent, rough, like he’s been starving for this. I barely have time to gasp before he grabs my thighs and lifts me effortlessly onto the counter, stepping between my legs like he belongs there.
My hands fly to his shoulders for balance, but he’s already leaning in, mouth crashing into mine like he’s been holding it back for too long. It’s messy. Heated. Tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breaths lost somewhere between us.
His hands roam like he’s trying to memorize every inch, palms sliding up under my shirt, fingertips skating along my ribs before gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him.
“You’re mine,” he growls, lips brushing my jaw as he trails hot kisses down my neck, teeth scraping just enough to make me shiver. “No matter what we said. No matter who was watching.”
I tug his shirt up, desperate to feel his skin, to ground myself in something real, something him. He helps, dragging it over his head in one smooth motion before dipping back down to kiss me again, deeper this time …slower, but no less intense.
I wrap my legs around him tighter, and his hips press forward, grinding against me in a way that makes me gasp.
“You don’t get to do that,” he whispers against my throat. “Laugh with him like that. Look at him like I’m not right here.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I breathe, already losing track of my thoughts as he mouths over a sensitive spot just beneath my ear. “I was just—”
“Trying to forget?” he finishes for me, pulling back to look at me.
His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, jaw tight but there’s something vulnerable there too. Something cracked open.
“I can’t forget,” he says. “Not when every time I look at you, I remember what your body felt like on mine. How you sounded when you fell apart for me.”
My body pulses at the memory, thighs clenching tighter around his waist. He feels it, and he smirks low and wicked.
Then his hand slides beneath my shorts, knuckles brushing my inner thigh, slow and teasing.
“Still wanna pretend this is nothing?” he murmurs.
His fingers hook beneath the band of my shorts, dragging them down slow agonizingly slow while keeping his eyes locked on mine. I lift my hips without thinking, giving him room, needing more.
“You’re so eager,” he breathes, voice thick, almost smug. “Like you knew I’d come find you.”
His hands trail back up, thumbs pressing into my thighs before he slides one hand between them, fingers dipping to where I’m already warm, already aching. I choke on a gasp, gripping the edge of the counter like it might steady me, but nothing could prepare me for the way he touches me, like he’s mad, like he’s desperate, like he needs to ruin me all over again.
“You’re soaked,” he whispers, lips brushing my ear. “All from that little walk with Yuuji?”
I bite my lip, barely able to speak. “No,it’s you.”
His eyes flash, dark and dangerous. His fingers start to move slow, precise, just enough pressure to make me tremble.
“That’s right,” he says, voice low and wrecked. “Only me.”
His mouth is on mine again, rougher now, tongue claiming every breath I try to take. The pace between my thighs quickens, and I can feel my body building burning. He slips another finger in, curling just right, and I cry out into his mouth.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “You want them to hear?”
I shake my head, but he doesn’t let up.
“You like the risk,” he taunts, thrusting his fingers deeper, his other hand gripping my waist tight to hold me still. “You like that we could get caught.”
I nod, gasping. “Please…”
“What do you want?” he growls.
“You,” I whisper, barely holding on. “All of you.”
That’s all it takes. He crashes his mouth to mine again, harder this time, while his hand keeps working me open, pulling me right to the edge and then
Somewhere upstairs, a door creaks open. A cough. Floorboards groaning. Megumi pulls back just slightly, breathing ragged, eyes wild. His hand stays right where it is, thumb circling torturously slow as we both listen, waiting, holding our breath.
The footsteps fade. Silence.
Then his lips find mine again, full of heat and promise.
“This isn’t over,” he whispers, voice like fire. “Not even close.”
If you think I'm pretty - Chapter 8 - velsrules - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
Four friends. One pact. Zero room for feelings.
Y/N was supposed to keep things simple this summer sunshine, freedom, no curses, no drama. B
