Yuta and y/n have been on and off for 4 years now . They make up probably the most toxic couple their friends had ever seen to be honest . One minute they're arguing , all in each others faces like they're about to fight , storming out of the door .. no contact for a month and then they're back together all in love like nothing ever happened .
The cycle had already happened and so did the month of no contact except this time it was almost 2 months , a month & 2 weeks to be exact . Y/n was almost at the point were she didn't think about yuta anymore . He was becoming the last thing to cross her mind & honestly she loved that . She was actually starting to let him go this time .. until .
*cue doorbell sound* "Comingggg" y/n cheerfully called out . She was currently getting cute to go out and enjoy a night with her girls but a weird change of events interrupted her call . "Hold up someone's at my d-" she stopped mid sentence when she pulled open the door and saw the person standing behind it .
"Hi pretty , did you miss me" yuta asked , one of his hands in the pocket of his leather jacket & the other holding his motorcycle helmet . "BITCH IS THAT YUTA" "AWW HELL NO" she quickly hung up the phone on her friends and focused on the man in front of her . "Yuta .." was all she could say at the moment . She was stunned , confused on why he's there and why did it feel like everything changed once again .
"You look beautiful , can i come in?" he asked and she stepped aside letting him walk past and into the house . "Were you going somewhere?" he asked before moving to go sit on the couch . "Yeah i have plans with my friends" she said and he nodded . "Did you not miss me?" he asked and she rolled her eyes walking into the bathroom to finish her makeup . "Should i have missed you?" she asked and he got up walking to the bathroom and standing against the wall .
"Yeah you should've .. i know i missed you a lot" he said and she rolled her eyes . "oh yuta puhlease , you know you weren't worried about me .. too busy focused on the next bitch to get your dick wet" she said and he let out a dry laugh . "you sound jealous" "& you sound how you look .. stupid" she said flashing him a big smile before turning back around .
"Ugh cmonnnn y/n i'm sorry , i miss you .. i know you miss me too .. let's try to make this work" he said fiddling with her bra strap from behind . "No yuta you just realized like all the other times that nobody loves you like i do .. they all just wanna fuck so they can go around saying the fucked the yuta nakamoto" she said and yuta laughed .
"Well damn , you got me there" he said and she shook her head . "Wait but we aren't just gonna speed past the fact that you said loves as in you still love me" he said and she stopped doing what she was doing and looked at him through the mirror . she hates him so bad , but damn how she loved him . "You still love me princess?" he asked and she rolled her eyes at him . "Yeah .. so what" she spoke and he grabbed her by the waist , turning her around and holding her chin with his other hand .
"Mm , good thing i love you too beautiful" he said before ghosting a kiss over her lips . Her breath hitched and her whole body felt hot because of him . He was so fucking intoxicating and jeez it was so annoying . "I'm- im not d-doing this with you yuta" she breathed out as he kissed down her neck , his hands rubbing all over her ass . He didn't say anything , just continuing his actions .
He pulled back briefly , his eyes searching hers for permission. She tried so hard not to give in but she knew damn well she couldn't keep her composure for much longer . She reached behind herself and grabbed her phone texting the groupchat "Can't make it tonight" . Yuta smiled and picked her up by the back of her thighs .
He kissed her feverishly as they walked to her bedroom , this scene all too familiar to them . He laid her down on the bed and pulled away from the kiss , the both of them already breathless . Yuta kissed down her neck again , sucking dark spots here and there & moaning as she pulled on his hair .
