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You are on the way to a bar after a long day. You decide for today that you would go to the busiest bar in the area. You were not a regular here cause you find it too crowded, but for tonight, that’s exactly what you were looking for. You wanted to get a bit messed and just let loose a little.
Not that you were stressed in any way. Life has been good to you, you acknowledge that.Your parents are loaded so you live in comfort. They pay for your condo unit and your university, which you luckily passed the admission test to. Aside from your parents being wealthy, you also have a side job that pays well for minimal work. If you think about it, your life might be kind of perfect. You do have your own circle of friends, but you’re the kind of person who likes to unwind alone once in a while.
You came straight to the bar after a long meeting with your group for your Earth Science subject. It is almost 9pm so you thought it was best to head straight instead of going home to change. You put on your red lipstick to avoid looking pale.
You go inside and find it crowded already. It’s Friday after all. Most of them are students since the bar is located near all big universities in Tokyo. You head straight to the bartender.
You just can’t wait to get buzzed and you know the drink to do it.
“Two shots of tequila, please” You smiled at the bartender.
Minutes were passing quickly. The music turned livelier as it got late. After your two tequila shots, you had cocktails to slow things down. You feel the drinks you had course through your body.
You make your way to the dance floor with your drink in your hand. You tipsily excused yourself, said hi to strangers you bumped, and found your way to a spot you like.
You were just grooving to the music while taking a sip once in a while to keep the buzz going.
You were oblivious to some men who were eyeing you since you came in and were just waiting for their chance to approach you, and right now seems the perfect time.
Although you don’t notice, Kuroo does.
He’s sober enough to see these stupid men looking at you. He’ll bet they think they could just waltz in next to you just because you were having your time alone with your drink on the dance floor.
Even though you had been talking to people at the bar now and then, he could tell you came by yourself.
He had been observing you all night since you got there. You seem like the carefree type. You’re wearing casual clothes, too casual for a bar, to be honest. Shirt and skinny jeans. Despite the simplicity, your legs look amazing the way your jeans fit you. You do not seem the type to go there to get laid. Though you seemed a bit flirtatious with some people you talked with, you brushed them off when they started getting too close to you.
Then, he sees someone squeeze his way near you and touch your waist. That was Kuroo's cue. He walks toward you quickly.
As he's approaching, you notice that someone is touching your waist and pulls you close to whoever the fuck they are. You remove their hands and put some distance. The guy does not seem fazed. He tries again, pissing you off this time.
“Hey buddy. Hands off!” Kuroo heard you say while forcefully taking the guy’s hands off you.
The guy looks irritated, clearly drunk.
He arrives at the right time. He puts his hand on your left shoulder and looks down on the guy.
“Is there a problem here?” his voice is laced with threat. There was nothing the guy could do, especially when he’s towering over him with his height and built.
The guy walks away. He turns to you and leans down since he's significantly taller than you. He says right in your ear, “You should know that there’s a lot of eyes on you here.”
You squint your eyes and look around as if you were surveying the area. ‘How cute’, he thought. He doubts you could see much from the amount of alcohol you had and the neon lights in the place.
You look at him, studying his face. And he studies you as well. You look way prettier up close as the details of your face become clear.
You extend the drink you had to him, probably asking him to drink.
He raises his eyebrow.
“I’ve already had enough drinks tonight.” He refused while smiling politely. He doesn’t want to get drunk around you, not that he has trouble holding his liquor. He just wants to enjoy your company sober.
It’s you who raise your eyebrow this time.
You start tapping the glass of your drink, then pouts.
“Well that’s too bad. I won’t dance with someone who’s not drinking with me.”
‘Challenge’ clearly written on your face.
He couldn’t help but smile. If that was the condition, he gladly obliges. He grabs the drink in your hand and takes a sip.
You laugh and smile, looking victorious. You have no idea that it was him who felt victorious. You gave him the consent to be with you. Before he returns your drink to you, he looks at the smug face of the guy who approached you earlier. He raises your drink to him and nods.
‘You ass, I win.’ he says to himself and smirks. Then, returns your drink.
The dance you share is innocent. You are just vibing with each other and moving to the beat of the music. He finds himself laughing when you are laughing for no reason. It was such a fun mood. Your energy is contagious.
“What was your name again?” you half-shouted because it was so loud and you didn't want to tiptoe just to reach his ears.
“Kuroo Tetsurou” he shouted back.
“y/n!” You shake his hand clumsily.
“Okaaaay, I’m going to get drinks for usss.” Your words started to slur. You turn around and trip. He figures you were about to hit your drinking limit. He stops you from getting another drink and drags you to a table with not much people so you could catch your breath.
“I think you’ve had too much.” He wouldn’t want you to go all out and start throwing up.
You frown. “But I want to go back there. I still want to dance.”
“Then let’s dance here.” he suggested. You beam at him like a kid and nod.
He positions himself at your back.
You close your eyes. You raise your arms and feel the slow sway of the music.
He touches your hands that were raised in the air. He slowly caresses them, down to your arms, sides, then stopping at your waist. He presses his body closer. He could inhale your scent. He could feel your slender body as his hands droop to your hips. He could feel your ass pressed to his groin.
You don’t stop moving to the sway of the music. His hands go back to your waist and grip it so he could match your movements.
This was not the dance floor and people might be looking at you both, but he didn’t care. He was in his own world right now. You might now know it but you were grinding to him as you both move in sync. He noticed you getting lost in the moment as well as you lean your head to the side, giving him access to your neck - a chance he will not miss. He dips in and gives you butterfly kisses from the back of your ear to the part of your shoulder that was not covered by your shirt.
“Mmmm”
It was almost inaudible but being so near you, he heard it. The sound goes straight to his dick which is now getting stuffed in his pants from the friction and subtle pleasure this “dance” is giving him.
You feel the shift of the energy between you two. The fun was gone. You can feel the strong sensuality engulfing you two. You can feel the alcohol in your head combined with something else, something that you feel in your chest, core, and thighs.
You can feel his stiffness on your lower back. It was not just you. When you felt his lips on your neck, you couldn’t help the soft moan that came out from your lips.
This was too much for you. You need to take control of the situation again. You will not go with the direction this is going. You came here to get loose, but not this kind of loose.
You turn around and face him. You grab the hem of his shirt near his neck to pull him down so you can whisper in his ear. “So, Kuroo. Is this the game you play? Play prince charming to save the damsel in distress?”
He chuckles. He combs his hair and sighs. He holds your chin and moves closer to your face. Way closer. “Oh kitten, I’m no prince charming.” He smiles as he looks at you innocently.
“In fact,” He shot a quick glance at his side. “I’m worse than those guys,” referring to the guy who tried to feel you up earlier. His smile is gone, which reveals his true nature - dangerous. You can’t breathe from the sexual tension between you two. You release his shirt and look away. You try to step back to give the two of you some space.
He quickly holds your wrist and pulls you closer to him before you could even move away.
He smirks. “You’re not afraid now, are you?”
His gaze travels from your eyes to your lips, and you do the same. The lips that were just in your neck earlier - how would it feel if those lips meet yours.
“Kiss me,” he commanded softly.
The look in his eyes is obvious. He wants you. There is no escaping from this. You want this as well. You put your hands on his shoulder and tiptoe to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips.
You pull away and say “What?”
“Been wanting to do that for a while now.” His eyes sporting a sly glint on them. He quickly pulls you back to him and kisses you again. You wrap your arms around his neck as response. You feel his tongue brush your bottom lip and bite it gently right after. His hands travel from your back to your ass. His lips move to your neck once again and licks your earlobe. That elicited a moan from you.
“Get a room!!”
You snap back to reality. You put your hands to his chest to stop him while looking somewhere else. It was not like you to make out in public, even if it was a bar. You feel so embarrassed to be called out like that.
“My place or yours?” he asked.
You look up at him. Are you really going with him? You’re no prude. You’ve engaged in casual flings before, but something about him is different from other guys you’ve slept with. You’re not sure what it is yet, but it piques your curiosity.
To hell with it. You’ll just enjoy tonight and find out for yourself.
“Yours.”
He grabs your hand and leads you outside.
“Let’s wait for a cab” he said.
“Umm. I brought my car. Can you drive? I’m sure I can’t.”
You toss him the keys which he catches easily. You walk towards where you parked your car but your head starts to spin. The drinks you’ve had are catching up to you. You try to feel if there’s anything to support you. Only he was there.
“Come here.” You feel your feet lift up from the ground. Your hands flew to his neck for support.
“What are you doing?!” You try to put some strength in your voice, but it only sounded pained.
“I’m making you sure you don’t hurt yourself. I still have plans for us tonight, you know.”
He looked serious with what he just said. You feel the heat spread on your face. You bury your face on his neck to hide it.
“So where is your car?”
“Just unlock it and look for it.”
He clicks the unlock button and follows the sound. He whistles when he sees your car.
“Damn. Nice ride.”
They always say that about your car, but you do not have the energy to respond at the moment. You just want the comfort of being seated.
He opens the car door while still carrying you and gently puts you down. He reclines the seat a bit and closes the door. You shut your eyes. He goes to the driver’s seat. He adjusts the seat for him and starts the engine.
“Are you sure you want me to be driving this?” He says while feeling the steering wheel.
“Hand me my water first.” He immediately finds your tumblr at the door pocket and gives it to you. You drink so greedily, impatient to the relief the water should give you in a few minutes.
You feel his stare at you, but you don’t care. You just want the spinning to stop.
You put the bottle down. “Yes, you can drive the stupid car.” The car starts moving. Fortunately, you don’t feel like puking from the motion.
“Are you sure you want to go to a stranger’s place?”
“Do you want me to kick you out right now?”
The corner of his lip tugs. He looks like he’s enjoying himself.
“I’d rather be in a stranger’s place than have a stranger in my place” you added.
He frowns but he doesn’t answer.
After a short while, you feel the car stop.
You’re in a park.
“There’s something I want to do before I take you to my place,” he moved closer to you. “I think I want to mess you up here first.” Before you can complain, he closes the gap between you two.
The slow sexual push and pull you two exhibited in the bar was broken by him, aggressively causing havoc in your body. He immediately sticks his tongue in your mouth. He puts his hand on the back of your head and his other one roams on your body. You pull away to catch your breath. He moves to your seat and towers over you, making it feel cramped because he's so big.
He reclines your seat more so you were almost lying down. That gives him the space to move.
His lips go straight to your throat. He sucks it fervidly while his hand slips beneath your shirt. He cups your breast as soon as his hand finds it. You arch your body in response. He hitches your shirt up just on top of your breasts.
He kisses you again as his hand wanders on your back, trying to find the clasp of your bra. He groans in frustration. “Where the fuck is it?”
You giggle. “It’s right here.” you slowly undo the clasp of your bra from the front. It feels like you were giving him a show. Despite feeling a bit shy, you hold his gaze. His fingers caress your face, your neck, then down to your stomach. Then he trails back up to the skin surrounding your nipple.
You feel absolutely nothing but anticipation. You want him to touch you there, but he’s deliberately avoiding it. Both his hands settle on your hips. He kisses the hollow between your breasts and licks his way down to your stomach. Soon, his tongue replaces what his finger was doing. You can’t take it anymore.
“Kuroo..” he looks at you.
“Please,” it sounded almost like a whine
He smirks, but only for a moment. Finally, you got what you wanted. His tongue sucks on your hardened nipple while his hand toys with the other.
“Mmmmmm”
You are so turned on that you start to squirm underneath him. It was not enough. You need more.
“Patience, kitten. You will feel good soon, kay?”
He covers your lips with his own. Your tongue against his as he unzips your pants. You begin to get impatient so you help him to hasten things up, but he stops completely. Even if you remove your pants, the strength of his grip on it is way stronger than yours.
“What did I say?”
You don’t respond. You don’t know how to. You feel so embarrassed, yet greedy for more at the same time. His hands go to your crotch with your pants still in the way, yet the contact still gives you pleasure. He palms you over your pants which makes you jerk up.
He continues to remove your pants. Though he does not completely remove it, he pulls it to your ankles. He goes back to sucking your nipples while caressing your hips and thighs.
“Just how much more before this teasing is over?” you asked weakly.
He goes face to face with you. He rests his elbow beside your head and says,
“Until I want it to be over,” he pinches your nipple. “I will make a mess of you right here since you don’t want me in your place” he pinches harder. You close your eyes at the slight pain and pleasure he gives you.
You don’t know what to do. You want something, anything, to fill you up. But he’s not giving it to you. You suddenly feel a warm sensation on your thigh. You open your eyes and see him sucking on it. He’s trailing his fingers up and down your hips while he sucks and licks on your inner thighs.
If the teasing before wasn’t hell enough, this sure was. You can feel his wet tongue so close, unbearably close to your slit. Just like he did with your nipples, he swirls his way around but never on it. You want to buck your hips so you can feel the sensation you want, but his hands ground you to your seat when you try to. Even just his fingers would do, but still, you’re not getting those either. You can feel yourself throbbing down there. You begin to feel desperate. You want it so bad. You’ve never wanted it this bad. Tears were starting to well up at the corners of your eyes.
You fist his hair which made him look up at you.
“Kuroo please. I-I really can’t take it anymore.”
He stops and hovers over you again. He brushes the strands of hair away from your face and kisses you softly. You grip his shoulders. You feel like melting. It was so gentle. You feel your body relax. His middle finger slowly, very slowly traces your slit, stopping at your clit. He lingers there, stroking it very gently.
He pulls away from the kiss.
“Should I put it in, y.n?” It wasn’t a permission for consent. He just wants to hear it from you that you want it. You absent-mindedly nod.
He shakes his head. “Tsk tsk. That won’t do, kitten.”
He pinches your nipple again.
“Hnnnnng”
“Let’s try again. Should I use my fingers now to fuck you?”
That’s when you figure it out. He makes you lose control, something no one else has made you do. You’re used to men who are willing to do whatever you say just so they can have you in any way. You’re not used to this, and the alcohol in your system is making it harder for you to handle. You’ve never been this needy.
“Yes please” your voice throaty.
He leisurely inserts his finger. You bite your lip as you feel the length penetrate you. He stares at you, as if watching how you’d react to him. You feel a bit self-conscious so you look away. His finger thrust slowly in you. Then, he puts a second finger in. Your mouth gapes from the stretch in your warm center.
The pace of his fingers quicken. He is now pressing his thumb against your clit in circles while his fingers curl up while thrusting in you. You can’t do anything but close your eyes and savor the pleasure.
You can feel it. You feel the build up in your groin. You suddenly feel his mouth suck on your nipples, one after the other. Your body arched up. Just one more push, and you know that you will get the release you’ve been chasing after.
He suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you closer to him. His fingers slow down, but does not stop.
“y.n” you open your eyes. “I want you to look at me when you cum.”
You’re about to protest, but his fingers start to move fast again. This feels so good. How can you not close your eyes? You feel your eyes shutting.
He stops completely again.
“This is the last warning you get, kitten.” He’s smiling, but there was an edge on his voice.
“I will make you cum and you will look at me when you do so, understand?” his fingers moving again, but too slowly for your liking. You nod helplessly. You want to cum so bad.
He pumps his fingers in and out of you much faster than earlier. His thumb going frantic on your clit makes you writhe under him. He goes on, not losing his rhythm. It isn’t long until you feel yourself climbing up your peak.
“I-I’m…ahhh.. Kuroo” you clutch his shoulders tighter, looking only at him. You barely recognize your voice. “Can I cum now?” your voice was desperate. You saw something flicker in his eyes, but, you don’t have the energy to read on it. You just want your release.
“Cum, y.n”
With that, you crash back down with your orgasm taking over your body. There was no stopping your eye from clamping shut this time. Your body thrashes wildly as you feel the pleasure spread from your center to the tips of your fingers and toes. You feel dizzy both from the rapture of your climax and intoxication.
He does not say anything and lets you ride your high. He sucks on your shoulder while slowing down his fingers.
He looks at your post-orgasm state. You look so spent, so beautiful. Your hair is disheveled. Your top is still hitched above your chest which is heaving as you take deep breaths. Your lips are a tad apart since you were breathing through your mouth as well. He regrets stopping in this spot. He wanted to eat you out but his back hurt real bad when he went down on you before. He should’ve brought you straight home. There, he can do whatever he wants with you. His idiotic, petty self got the best of him when you said that you do not want him in your place. If you don’t want to be fucked in your place, he thought at least your car would do.
Looking at you now, he realized that he was so stupid. His place or yours, he will still fuck you senseless. When you asked him if you could cum, it was hell. He got a kick out of how you made him in charge of your orgasm. You were so hot and submissive. It drove him wild. He really would’ve fucked you then, but the constraints of your car wouldn’t let him do what he pleases.
He sighs. Now he suffers with the painful erection he has in his pants.
You open your eyes and look at him.
“Hey. Can you fix my clothes? I can’t ughh.. anymore” your voice was weak and tired.
He pulls up your pants and fixes your shirt. He also fixes your seat. You grab your tumbler and chug it. Then, you close your eyes again.
“Umm. So where to?” he asked, praying that you don’t change your mind. He’ll probably smack himself if you suddenly want to go home now.
“Weren’t we going to your place?” You don’t bother to open your eyes as you speak. “Just wake me up when we’re there.”
He smiles triumphantly and drives away.