warning-same as pt 1
"oh, you'd call this well?"kuroo cant help but ask, wanting to know what excites you about it. are you just as twisted as he is?
"i liked watching you do this... and it felt nice kissing you again," your hands are now around his neck as kuroo sits up so he can be closer to you. "so maybe i can look over what happened under the agreement that you let me know when you plan on doing something like that again..."
"never, i swear," his words come out whiny, but only because he's so happy to even be given this opportunity.kuroo's not going to risk it again, ever. "wait, you... did you enjoy this?"
the smirk that paints your face a shade of cockiness he's never seen before tells you he's in for a ride even before you speak, "want to know how much?"
"always," kuroo sounds pathetic because he is.
you don't say anything and that surprises him. what's even more surprising is that you take his hand and sneak it under your dress, between your legs, leading his fingers to your clothed core. when he reaches your underwear, you use his hand to rub the soaked material, and he grunts. you're so fucking wet for him, you really are, and he hasn't touched you, save for the kisses. "fuck... oh god."
"i like you a lot kuroo, i told you," you chirp in that tone of voice you've been using all night, the one that tells him you have the upper hand—you know he's dirty and you want him for it.
"oh fuck... you're so hot," kuroo mumbles and swallows loudly, preparing to do something he usually wouldn't. "can i touch you?"
the relieved look on your face tells kuroo you've just been waiting for him to ask. "please."
that word is all kuroo needs to rub you harder, which instantly gets you to moan and rub yourself against him. clearly, you need more, you've been dripping this entire time, probably, so kuroo slides your underwear to the side and gently inserts his fingers inside of you.
"oh, fuck," you grab onto his shoulders and look down at him.
"good?"
"mhm," your grunt counts as a yes, so kuroo starts moving them in and out slowly, just to get you adjusted to them and to get them all wet.
once they feel slick enough, so fucking coated with your juices, he starts to finger you properly, hooking the fingers into you, the bottom of his palm pressed against your clit. once you're in that position, all kuroo needs to do is start pulling his hand towards his torso and back, making sure to keep his palm pressed against your clit.
this works every time, so he knew it would work on you, yet he's still so surprised to hear you moan, to feel your fingers dig into his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you're so taken aback by the way he's touching you that you can only moan and grunt, head clearly empty of all other thoughts, other than his name, which you mutter over and over again in a voice that makes him melt.
"you're so tight," kuroo tells you, imagining just how tight you'd feel around his cock. it's a lot thicker than his fingers, but he has no doubts you'd learn to take it well and that you'd be happy with the size. "love feeling you like this."
"don't stop, please, ku—uh, don't stop," your voice is strained now. as if that wasn't proof enough that he was doing a good job, you start moving your hips back and forth, smacking them into his hand, and his mind makes him think about you doing that on his cock.
god, you'd ride him so well, he can just tell. his other hand grabs your ass while he leans in to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking it in, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, humming at the fucked out sounds you're making.
it doesn't take you long to come either, and you coat his fingers with faint white stickiness that he really wants to suck off his fingers, or even better, smear all over his cock and jerk off using it. however, he doesn't do that. kuroo wipes the remnants of your orgasm, which you still seem shaken by as you grip onto his shoulders even tighter, and leans in to kiss you, enjoying the way you kiss back pliantly, moaning into the kiss as if he hasn't just made you come.
kuroo always thought you'd be a great match—you have way too much in common not to work out. the only difference between you is that he's so sex-hungry. he can't stop thinking about it when he's around you, always wondering how you taste or what you look like when you get fucked, how long he'd have to stretch you before you can take him on the first try, and other things you just don't think about people.
but, when you pull away from the kiss, you reassure him once again, without even knowing it, "can you go again? i want to feel you, kuroo."
