DRIVE ME CRAZY
It started with his hand on her thigh.
They were parked on some quiet street near the river, city lights flickering through the windshield. Music low. Engine off. The windows were fogging a little, but not enough to really hide anything.
YN shifted in the passenger seat, her breath catching as Kei’s fingers drifted higher—slow, deliberate, like he had all lthe time in the world.
“Kei…” she said, glancing around. “We’re not exactly...alone.”
He just smirked. “Nobody’s looking.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Silence.
She stared at him—his messy hair, the way his glasses slipped a little down his nose, the look in his eyes like he was already imagining how wrecked she’d be.
“No,” she whispered.
That was all he needed.
His hand slid under her skirt, fingers grazing the inside of her thigh, and YN sucked in a sharp breath.
It felt wrong—his car, his car, where he drove to practice, where his teammates had definitely sat—but that made it hotter.
Her hips lifted slightly when his fingertips reached the edge of her underwear.
Kei raised a brow. “Already wet?”
She flushed. “Shut up.”
He pushed the fabric aside, and her breath hitched hard when one finger slipped between her folds, slow and testing.
“God,” he muttered, “you’re soaked.”
She clutched at the door handle, trying not to whimper.
“Relax,” he whispered, leaning closer. “You trust me, right?”
She nodded.
“Then let me take care of you.”
And then he slipped a finger inside.
YN gasped, hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. Her legs parted wider on instinct, body reacting before her brain caught up.
Kei moved slow at first, stroking deep, watching every twitch of her face like he was studying her. Then he added a second finger, curling just right—and she choked on a moan.
“Fuck—Kei—”
“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I got you.”
The car was silent except for the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her, and her breathy gasps as she clung to the seat.
It was filthy.
It was perfect.
She could barely breathe. Her legs were shaking, her head pressing back against the headrest.
“Someone could see,” she whispered, panting.
“Let them,” he said, curling his fingers again. “I want them to know how good I make you feel.”
Her orgasm hit hard and fast—ripping through her like a storm, her hand slamming against the window, fogging it up completely.
She came with a muffled cry, thighs clenching around his wrist, body twitching.
Kei didn’t pull back until she stopped shaking.
Then he slowly pulled his fingers out, lips parted like he couldn’t believe how wrecked she looked.
YN covered her face, mortified and turned on as hell.
“Your car,” she whispered.
Kei smirked.
“Best ride I’ve had in it yet.”