sorry i’m late, sweetheart

timeskip yuuji xoxoxoxox 18+

i think we need to talk about the way yuuji keeps saying sorry over and over while he's cupping your thighs and pushing your skirt up. the way his thumbs hook in the the waistband of your underwear, hands sliding upward with the motion of his thrusts as he inadvertently pulls the material taut against your pussy.

the way his hips start to stutter faster as his dick bounces against the barrier of your panties, the material giving just enough to let him flirt with the sensation of sinking into your tight hole.

you lose track of when his boxers come off. of when he tugs aside the gusset of your panties with one crooked index finger and shakes as the underside of his dick slides through the length of your slick folds.

he mutters sorry some more, lets go of his grip on your sticky, wet underwear and starts humping you in earnest again. till you whimper, till the heel of your foot finds a home pressed into the small of his back and he's dizzy while he pushes your thighs further apart. he swallows and rapidly grips and releases the base of his dick before rutting through the narrow channel of your folds once more.

you see stars every time the head of his dick butts against your swollen clit.

it goes on like that in a circle of moans and apologies till the tip of his dick catches on your entrance.

and yuuji's hips snap in a thrust, a groan as he buries himself inside of you.

"fuck. fuckfuckfuck. sorry."

he pulls out.

rolls his hips once.

and sinks his dick right back into the heat of your cunt.

he fucks you like that. like it doesn't count if he keeps pulling all the way out. only to leave you shivering and whining and gripping the couch cushions till he plunges back in.

"gonna...fuck. fuck i'm gonna—" yuuji gasps.

he loses track of the rhythm of his thrusts, of the direction he needs to go to pull his dick out—

you whimper as you cum on his dick.

ykz kita and kuroo both have that fierce protectiveness over you, and both won’t touch you for their own reasons, but…

what happens when you come along batting your eyelashes talking about how you could reaaaally use a massage, and you know you can’t just go anywhere with all this security, and really isn’t it easier if HE helps you out? you feel so safe with him anyway… :):):)

"how much for the happy ending?"

the rolling pressure of kuroo's palms against your lower back stills, and you laugh into the pillow.

"what kind of massages are you getting?" he asks, a little incredulous.

you turn your head to find kuroo looking down at you from the side of the bed. "i'm sensing a lot of judgement from someone with last night's blood on his tie and a gun tucked into the waistband of his bands."

kuroo pinches the bridge of his nose, and you find yourself distracted by the flex of his tattooed forearms with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "i killed him, i didn't fuck him."

shrugging, you're not subtle about the way you let your thighs part a little wider than necessary as kuroo's hands start to work their way up from the backs of your knees. "well you could fuck—"