Warnings: Angst to Fluff, Insecurities, JJK0 SPOILERS, NSFW at the end. AGED UP CHARACTERS! MDNI. 18+ Content
“It’s not my fault that Gojo didn’t think I would help the situation if I came a fought back at school, I was kept in Kyoto without any idea what was happening.” You said, in defense, though to what end you were trying to prove you just weren’t sure.
“It doesn’t even matter, (y/n), regardless of what happened, you weren’t there.” Yuta said, his voice void of emotion, tired eyes squinting a bit to give the lids some rest. Why you had decided to have this conversation right now, directly after training, when the morning had already been spent on the job.
You closed your agape mouth and let his words register for a moment, heart stopping for a moment as he grabbed onto the bedroom doorknob and pushed it in.
“I wouldn’t of wanted you there in the first place.” He said, finally, in punctuation, and the metal twist of the door handle could of very well been the slash on a blade. You balled your fists and looked down, swallowing up your responses and letting your nerves get the better of you, that winding ball in your chest stretching out your heart strings like a harp and playing them to the beat of the bedroom door slamming.
From outside the door, you could fear the shower turn on, and you resigned yourself to waiting till another door shut completely before you could open the one you were at. Now, in the bedroom the two of you shared, every step hurt to take.
The entire point of the argument was that even now, you felt second best to Rika. And though it was obvious that their love and your love was different, it didn’t stop you from feeling like you were less significant one. This was hard to communicate, especially given your circumstances, so the fact you weren’t there during the night parade felt like the proper point to bring up.
One of the most traumatic events of your boyfriend’s life, however. Being emotional allow you to forget that for the moment.
Minutes had passed, and Okkotsu was in the shower washing away the stresses of today when the stain of your conversation didn’t quite wash off. He began to think harder about it, and turning off the water he instantly became aware of your soft cries in the other room. His heart sank. Like the first breeze on a windmill, the blades began to turn ever so slowly, what he had implied in his words, and what you might of understood- he should of elaborated.
Quickly, Yuta dried off his body and slipped on some basketball shorts, not bothering with anything else before coming out to the bedroom. His actions much more animated now. First, your eyes met, but you quickly turned away. His grey eyes softened at your sullen expression.
“(Y/N), hey.” He spoke up, throat clearing. “I didn’t mean that how you took it- baby- I’m..” He began.
Baby. You loved it when he called you that. For a second you felt your heart patter again, and you looked him just in time for him to be walking over to you.
“I know I can’t replace her, but I want to feel like you love me just as much-“ You admitted, through sniffles, as Yuta found place on the floor kneeling at your legs, slender fingers grabbing hold your hand and giving you his full, undivided attention.
“You are the one person that I put before anyone else on this entire earth, you hear me? I love you more than life! I said that I didn’t want you there because the idea of you getting hurt because of me- I could not of handled that guilt on top of all the rest of it.. that’s all I meant, I swear.” His gentle voice was pure and honest, and your eyes widened as he professed, as for you it made sense as well.
“The love Rika and I shared was irreplaceable, a bond I will hold with me forever. But so is ours. I was lucky enough to have two loves of my life. You are my second chance.” Tightly gripping onto your hands, he pulled himself up to kiss your forehead, wide eyes lining with tears as he planted his lips at the top. “My last chance.”
The guilt of your anger stung your side like a sweat bee, but as he pulled from you, your hand grabbed his face and pulled him back in, mumbling apologies onto his soft skin of his lips, moving one hand at the back of his neck, you felt him steady himself, grumbles in response as his lips searched to reconnect with yours. When you pulled away, he pushed back into you, as if desperate for the contact now, wiping away one of your tears with his thumb.
“Yuta..” You finally said, breaking from him and pressing your forehead to his, listening as his breaths regulated. “I need you.” You said, this message was clear, and it brought his cheeks a shade pinker, sheepish smile forming. “You have me, always.”
With that, the raven-haired sorcerer escaped your hold and found his mouth on your neck, breathing against it to watch the goosebumps raise, listening to your shallow breaths, before slowly sucking on your skin at the nape. You let out a tiny moan, and it went straight to his shorts, a bit high off the affection and the power he had over your body.
Typically, Yuta refrained from leaving marks on your skin where they were visible, due to the teasing nature of all your peers, but right now Yuta just needed to show you and everyone else that you were his and he was yours. His breath quivered as he watched your lips part, pulling himself up on the bed further and stabilizing his position once more, your legs parted to either side of him and the expression of waiting on your face was just perfect.
What had started as an argument had come to him now slithered in between your legs, wanton tone as his hips hovered against yours, loving, goofy smile on his face as he watched your demeanor slowly change. “Do you want to-“
“Yes, Yuta, please. I do..” Assuming consent was something he never did with you, after all, he loved to hear you say it. Tell him you wanted him, in every way, especially as intimately as this. He pulled the fabric on your shirt up, fingers snaking up the fabric of your bra, two fingers parting like a V on either sides of one nipple, applying pressure against the plush skin. “God, you’re so perfect.” He cooed, before his thumb brushed over your pert point.
You knew by the way he was taking his time with every touch, every caress, that you were in for a long night.
But he planned on spending all the time he had making sure you knew how loved you were.
