In love

The air in the Tokyo Jujutsu High library was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, metallic tang of cursed energy that always seemed to linger around the shelves. It was midday, a rare moment of quiet between training sessions and missions. Megumi Fushiguro sat at a secluded mahogany table in the back corner, a thick tome on Shikigami history open before him. However, his focus was far from the text.

Underneath the heavy table, Yuki was kneeling.

Megumi’s fingers gripped the edge of the wood so hard his knuckles turned white. He tried to maintain a neutral expression, his dark hair casting shadows over his eyes as he stared intensely at a diagram of a Zenin clan ritual he had already read three times. Every time footsteps echoed in the distant hallway, his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird.

"Yuki," he hissed, his voice barely a breath, "someone will see."

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, he felt the warm, wet pressure of her mouth swirling around him, a sensation so sharp and demanding that it threatened to shatter his composure entirely. Yuki was usually so shy around Nobara and Itadori, often hiding her face behind Megumi’s shoulder when the teasing got too loud, but when they were alone, she was a different person. She was a silent storm, relentless and intoxicating.

Megumi let out a shaky exhale, his head falling back slightly. He could feel the vibration of her throat as she worked, her small hands gripping his thighs for leverage. The contrast was maddening; he was the stoic, serious sorcerer that everyone relied on, yet here he was, being completely unraveled by a girl who looked like a porcelain doll.

"I can't... Yuki, stop," he lied, his hips involuntarily twitching forward.

She ignored his half-hearted protest, picking up the pace. The friction was unbearable in the best way possible. Megumi looked down, seeing only the top of her long, wavy hair spilling over his knees. He reached down, his fingers tangling in those soft locks, not to pull her away, but to hold her there.

The end came suddenly, a white-hot rush of heat that forced a muffled groan from his throat. He clenched his teeth, praying that no one chose this exact moment to look for a book on Grade 2 curses. He felt her swallow, the rhythmic movement of her throat taking every drop of him, before she finally pulled away with a soft, wet sound.

Yuki crawled out from under the table, smoothing her skirt and tucking a stray hair behind her ear. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and shimmering with an innocent kind of mischief. She looked like she hadn't just done something that would have made Gojo's jaw drop.

"You're going to be the death of me," Megumi muttered, his voice raspy. He reached out, his thumb brushing a stray drop from the corner of her mouth before he brought his hand back to his own face, hiding his burning cheeks.

"Only one more week until our trip, Megumi," she whispered, leaning in to press a chaste, sweet kiss to his cheek. "I just want you to remember what you're waiting for."

She stood up and walked away, her steps light and graceful, leaving Megumi staring at his book with unseeing eyes. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. The image of her looking up at him from between his legs was burned into his retinue, a permanent distraction that made the upcoming week feel like a lifetime of torture.

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The rest of the day was a blur of frustration. During combat training, Megumi was uncharacteristically aggressive, his Divine Dogs snapping at the training dummies with more ferocity than usual.

"Whoa, Fushiguro! Relax!" Itadori shouted, dodging a stray swipe from the white dog. "Did someone steal your ginger or something? You're way too tense."

"Shut up, Itadori," Megumi snapped, wiping sweat from his brow.

Nobara leaned against a fence, eyeing him suspiciously. "He’s been like this since lunch. Yuki went to the library to 'study' with him and he came back looking like he’d seen a ghost. Or like he needed a cold shower. Or both."

Megumi ignored them, but the heat in his chest didn't dissipate. He kept thinking about the way Yuki had looked at him. She was playing a dangerous game, pushing his boundaries when they had both agreed to wait for their vacation to go all the way. They wanted it to be perfect—away from the school, away from the constant threat of curses, just the two of them in a private ryokan.

But Yuki was making it impossible to stay patient.

Night fell over the campus, bringing a cool breeze that did nothing to soothe Megumi’s nerves. He was in his dorm room, trying to meditate, when a soft knock sounded at the door. He didn't need to ask who it was. The specific rhythm of the knock, hesitant yet purposeful, belonged to only one person.

He opened the door, and Yuki slipped inside before he could even greet her. She was wearing an oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder and tiny shorts that were barely visible beneath the hem.

"I couldn't sleep," she said, her voice small and sweet, the polar opposite of the bold girl in the library.

Megumi leaned back against the door, locking it. "You're making this very hard for me, Yuki. You know we said we'd wait."

"I know," she murmured, walking toward his bed. She sat on the edge, looking up at him through her lashes. "But I missed you. And I know you're still thinking about earlier."

Megumi walked over to her, standing between her legs. He looked down at her doll-like face, his heart thumping. "I haven't thought about anything else. I can't even focus on my techniques because of you."

He reached down, cupping her face. Yuki leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. Then, with a sudden boldness, she reached for his waistband.

"Yuki—"

"Shh," she whispered. "Just let me."

She didn't give him a choice. She guided him out of his clothes, her eyes widening slightly as she took him in. Megumi felt a surge of possessive pride at the way she looked at him—with a mix of awe and hunger.

He didn't sit down this time. He stood tall, his hands finding purchase on her shoulders as she leaned forward. When she took him into her mouth again, it was different than the library. There was no fear of being caught here, only the dim lamplight and the sound of their breathing.

Megumi looked down, and the sight nearly broke him. Yuki was on her back now, her head hanging slightly off the edge of the mattress to give him better access. He stood over her, his legs framing her torso, and began to move.

He wasn't gentle this time. The frustration of the day, the week of tension, and the sheer desire he felt for her poured into his movements. He pushed deep, testing her limits, his eyes fixed on the sight of his own length disappearing into her throat.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Yuki opened her eyes, her pupils blown wide with pleasure and effort. She gripped his calves, her fingers digging into his skin. Megumi watched, mesmerized, as the shape of him moved beneath the delicate skin of her neck. The bulge was visible with every thrust, a stark reminder of how much she was taking for him, how much she wanted to please him.

The sight was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. This was his Yuki—the shy girl who blushed when Maki complimented her hair, the girl who loved to hold his hand in the gardens—completely surrendered to him, pushing herself to the brink just to see him lose control.

"You're so beautiful," he rasped, his hand moving to the back of her head to guide the rhythm. "So perfect."

He could feel the heat rising in his gut, the inevitable conclusion drawing near. He wanted to stop, to save it, but Yuki wouldn't let him. She used her hands to pull him deeper, her eyes never leaving his, challenging him to let go.

When he finally hit his limit, it was explosive. He groaned her name, his fingers clenching in her hair as he came, filling her mouth once again. He stayed there for a moment, his breath hitching, watching her swallow with a focused intensity that made his knees weak.

When he finally pulled away, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her small frame into his arms. They were both breathless, the silence of the room filled only by the sound of their racing hearts.

Yuki tucked her head under his chin, her skin warm against his. "Was that okay?" she whispered, her voice a little hoarse.

Megumi tightened his grip on her, kissing the top of her head. "It was more than okay. But if you keep doing this, I'm not going to make it to next week. I’m going to lose my mind before we even get to the hotel."

Yuki giggled, a soft, musical sound that made the tension in Megumi’s chest finally begin to melt. She shifted, pressing her body closer to his, her hand tracing the lines of his chest.

"I think I like it when you lose your mind a little bit," she admitted, her voice muffled against his skin. "You're always so serious, Megumi. But when you look at me like that... like you want to devour me... it makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world."

Megumi turned on his side, looking down at her. The light from the hallway filtered through the crack in the curtains, illuminating the softness of her features. He reached out, tracing the curve of her jaw with his forefinger.

"You are the only person in the world," he said softly, his voice devoid of its usual edge. "To me, you are. That’s why I want it to be special. I want to give you everything, not just these moments in the dark."

Yuki’s expression softened, her eyes filling with a tender warmth that always made Megumi feel like he was coming home. She reached up, pulling his head down for a slow, deep kiss. It tasted like him, like them, a promise of what was to come.

"I know," she whispered against his lips. "I want that too. But until then... I'm going to keep making it very, very hard for you to wait."

Megumi let out a short, dry laugh. "I noticed."

He pulled the covers over both of them, shielding them from the world outside. For tonight, the missions didn't matter. The curses didn't matter. The Zenin clan and the weight of his lineage were miles away. There was only the girl in his arms and the agonizing, beautiful countdown to the day they would finally belong to each other completely.

As Yuki drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming slow and rhythmic, Megumi stayed awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling. He thought about the library, about the bed, and about the look in her eyes.

Six days left.

He didn't know if he was a strong enough man to survive them, but for Yuki, he would certainly try. Even if she made him go crazy in the process.