Undisclosed Desires

9. God Damn

The car rumbles underneath the leather seats, just like the drive to the shopping center, the palm of his hand remained on your thigh.

No jewelry decorates his slender fingers, only the rugged grooves of his knuckles.

As strong as his hands look, gripping on your exposed thigh, they have a softness to them as your fingertips dance on his skin, tracing all the protruding veins.

There was almost a hunger to the way he held on to you. As his fingernails softly scrape your skin, you feel him reaching upwards with every speed bump. Moving further up until his fingers were enveloped with your dress.

Harshly swallowing at the sensation, trying to hold in your trembling.

He could feel it too, the way your breathing began to intensify, biting your lower lip trying to hold on to the temptation of jumping on him while he drove.

"Are you always this sensitive to touch? Or is it only when I touch you?" He asks as he stops the car in the middle of an open field.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You harshly swallow as you hear the release of his seatbelt click.

"Hmm." He chuckles

"You look fuckin incredible, Bonnie." He says, leaning his body over the center compartment to reach you. "It took all of my strength not to rip your clothes off in the store and fuck you in front of everyone."

His words send a shiver down your spine. Anything he says in his sultry tone always manages to make your entire body radiate with heat.

"So then why didn't you?"

Atsumu always unashamedly says what's on his mind. Why can't you?

"Are you going to continue to tease me? Or are you finally going to do all the things you keep promising me?" Flirtatiously, your fingers glide through the silver button of his leather jacket.

The orange light from the sunset, casting a glowing aroura around his figure, a pool of honey from his eyes inches closer to you—forcibly because you are tugging him close.

Immediately your lipstick glides on his mouth, roughly, hasty you nip at his lips.

"Damn." His lips vibrate intertwined with yours. You caught him by surprise, caught yourself by surprise. But the tremble between your legs, the desperation, the hunger, all brought to you by his crooked smirk. You were at your limit.

Plus, he did say you could rip his clothes off that one time.

"You already made me once. I'm not going to beg you again." You firmly state as your fingers roam his brown hair. His immaculately styled hair, tugging it, pulling it, keeping him in place.

"So, just fuck me alre—"

Your words, silenced by his mouth colliding with yours. There was a subtle growl that left his lips after you said those words. Mouth twitching, hunger rising, in one swift motion, he manages to pull you onto his lap. Taking back control.

Your body is on his lap, as your legs extend to the passenger's seat, and his fingers loop your underwear, slowly inching them off of your body.

"Oh, but I like hearing you beg." His lips find your neck, harshly butting and sucking your pumping jugular. "I want you to moan my name out while I fuck you. Alright, baby?"

His slender fingers reach the anticipation you've been holding on to in between your legs.

He wastes no time rubbing his middle finger softly, purposefully. He hums in approval as his fingers get coated with your excitement.