ya know who i’d ride in the passenger seat? Kuroo.
kuroo hadn’t realized it when he showed you his new ride. he hadn’t known, to be precise. hadn’t known that he, by accident, had bought the one car that you’d had the hots for since you were a teenager. you weren’t normally a car person. but that one car just had something special. you’d never talked about it, because it hadn’t come up, so he hadn’t known. so when you asked if you could take it for a spin together. he hadn’t thought much off it either, but of course he’d agreed. he’d agreed to let you drive as well, knowing that you were a solid driver.
and so you went for a drive. kuroo did notice the way you looked at the car in awe when you walked around it to the drivers seat though. he didn’t think much of it though. he noticed the look on your face when you were sat behind the wheel and somehow that look had him squirm in his own seat. you just looked so intense and that was a look he normally only saw when the two of you were intimate. but again, he didn’t actually think much off it, other than his own blood cursing through his veins.
and so, the two of you went for a drive. kuroo watched you with a smile on his face as you drove. on more than one occasion though, that expression on your face had him fight the urge to reach out and place a hand on your thigh, and to let it slip up under your skirt. an internal battle that did not escape your own notice, and it made your insides flutter and the heat between your thighs rise even higher than being in this car with him had already made it. so you knew where you were going and soon you swung into the parking of a deserted beach, turning off the engine. kuroo was startled at first when you climbed from the driver seat to his lap in the passenger seat.
“what’re you—“ he started eyes searching your face.
“did you know that this is my absolute dream car?” you asked him as you settled down on his lap. your hands enclosing his face, you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. kuroo didn’t hesitate for even a second before kissing you back. his hands roamed up your back and pulled you even closer. a soft hum against your lips as you ground down on his hardened cock, though the fabric of his jeans, as he struggled to get you as close as possible.
“i didn’t. if i knew, i’d have bought it earlier,” kuroo gasped when you broke the kiss for air.
“hm—“ you hummed as you kissed down his throat. teeth scraping over the spot where his neck met his shoulder. a groan escaped him as he bucked up his hips to meet your warmth.
“if you keep that up,” he muttered and threw his head back against the headrest. “i’m not sure i can hold myself back.”
“maybe you shouldn’t,” you told him against his skin.
“maybe i—“ then your words snapped into place in his brain. he looked at you and saw the glimmer in your eyes. his cock twitched in his pants and with both hands he grabbed a hold of your hips, guiding you to grind against him. “maybe i shouldn’t,” he agreed.
kuroo stretched up to catch your lips in a hard kiss. your hands found their way into his hair as your lips moved together. with one of his hands still guiding your movements, kuroo moved the other up under your skirt as he’d had the urge to do more than once on this ride. with his thumb, he found your clit and pressed down on it. your hips stuttered in his holds, but he didn’t let up on the pace he was setting for you. instead he started rubbing circles on your clit. one particular hard swipe over your clit had you whine against his lips.
“what is it, kitten?” he asked, moving in to nibble at your ear. “tell me.”
“i—“
“do you want more?” he asked against your ear. his breath fanned across your skin. “is that it?” your head fell to the crook of his neck and you nodded desperately.
“yes,” you whimper, knowing that he would tell you to use your words, if you didn’t.
“alright. i got you kitten,” kuroo said and with skilled fingers he pulled your panties aside, slipping one through your slick. back and forth, before prodding at your entrance. “you ready, baby girl?” he asks, but this time your nod is enough. kuroo pushes a finger inside and you whine against him.
you grab a hold of his hair and guide him to once again meet your lips. he knows you’re shy and there’s nothing he loves more than your kisses, so he allows it while pumping that first finger in and out of you. his tongue slips past your lips and meets yours, just as he slips another slender finger in beside the first. you rut down on his fingers and swallow the groan he lets out, as it mixed with your own moans.
“kuroo, please,” you moan when you break apart for a moments air, before your lips meet again. and he knows. he knows what you mean. so his other hand let go of your hip and fumbled to unzip his pants, not wanting to leave you empty for even a moment longer than absolutely necessary.
“wait,” he breaks away, kisses the corner of your mouth. “do we have—“
“my bra,” you manage to get out, and kuroo can’t help the devilish grin that spreads on his face.
and so he’s reaching for your breasts, making sure to accidentally brush over your hardened nipples more than once as he reaches into your bra for the wrapper. you grind yourself down harder on his fingers and get’s the memo.
“patience, kitten.” kuroo pulls out the wrapper, and keeping your eyes lock with his, he places it between his teeth and pulls. he makes quick work of it from there, now having to remove his fingers from inside of you, to slip his cock from his pants and roll on the condom. you trail kisses down his neck as he does, trying hard to be patient.
one hand returns to your hip and with the other he positions himself at your entrance. he guides you down, and let’s out a deep groan when you sink down on his aching cock.
your teeth sunk into the skin of his neck and he hissed desperately tried to stop himself from bucking up into you.
“shit. shit— baby you can’t— can’t do that—“ kuroo stammered with his eyes furrowed in concentration.
you bit down on his neck again, and this time he coudln’t stop himself as he bucked and buried himself to the hilt in your cunt.
“fuck.”
you licked the spot you just bit, and kuroo shuddered underneath you. “okay, that how you— how you want it?” he mumbled and let his head fall to your shoulder. “okay. fucking take it then.” kuroo grabbed onto your hips with both hands and started pounding into you in a relentless pace.
the car rocked back and forth in the parking space, and your noises filled the air as his skin slapped against yours repeatedly.
soon you found yourself grinding in kuroo’s lap in synch with his pace, meeting his every thrust.
lost in your ecstasy, you didn’t notice when kuroo let go of your hips with one hand, to have disappear under your skirt again. a particular high-pitched moan escaped you, when his thumb pressed to your clit again.
“that’s it kitty. let me hear you,” kuroo urged, putting just an ounce more force behind his thrusts. “let me hear you cum.”
“kuroo,” you whine and rut against him.
“it’s alright. you can cum,” he encouraged again, feeling his own release nearing, but refusing to release before you hit your high. “cum for me, kitten.”
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