You Can’t Take Wakasa To A Bar Bc When He Gets Drunk, He’s An Absolute Menace To Society.

Day 3: Car Sex

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x f!reader

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: semi-public sex, biting, nipple play (f), one tit slap, creampie

“Someone’s going to see us,” you pant against the lips of your disheveled lover.

You’re straddling his lap, his throbbing cock is twitching against your core, the shaft dragging through your slick folds as he picks you up only to drop you back down, slowly impaling you with his length.

“It’s late, kitten,” he grunts as he readjusts, a rough thrust of his hips has you taking all of him as he leans further into the back seat of the car. “No one’s gonna see. Just relax, lemme take care of you,” comes his sultry whisper in your ear, the subtle rasp of his voice settling your nerves as you roll your hips, adjusting to the girth that was so suddenly stuffed inside you.

He looks as much of a mess as you do. The hair that was tied back into a neat bun is half undone, jet black tresses framing his face as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, licking a stripe up to the pulse in your neck to suck as your cradle the back of his head.

The once well-ironed material of his shirt was now crumpled, top buttons unfastened to offer a peek at the patch of black chest hair beneath it.

You placed your other hand to his chest, nails raking across his skin, brushing through the coarse hair as he sucked hard on your pulse point, sending a shiver up your spine that erupted into a wanton groan.

“Shouta!” You gasp, breath flying from your lungs as his strong hands guide your hips, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he instructs firmly as his hands leave your hips to travel up your sides, over the velvet material of your evening dress.

You raise your arms, pressing one to the roof of the car and grasping at the grab bar above the window with the other to find the right amount of leverage to keep yourself pistoning up and down.

Warm lips melt into the skin of your breasts, the flat of his tongue roving between them as he pulls down the neckline of your dress to allow them to spill out before he captures one in his mouth, suckling on your nipple as you cast your head back.

A fresh gush of arousal leaves you, coating his balls, adding to the lewd noises that fill the cab as the familiar squelching sound echoes around the small space.

“So fucking tight,” he growls, your sensitive nub between his teeth as his hand takes the other between two skilled fingers, rolling and tugging in an alternating pattern. “You might ruin the seat of this car, kitten.”

He chuckles, a dark, sensuous rumble in his chest as he pulls off your breast only to strike the other with a rough slap and you keen, bucking your hips and falling out of your rhythm with the impact.

“Close,” you whimper, thrusting your hips forward, recklessly chasing that one, sweet blissful moment as you lean back, his hands sliding down your spine to support you at the angle you’ve chosen. “Sho, I’m gonna--ah, fuck, baby.”

“That’s it, ride that dick until you get what you need, baby.” He spits through gritted teeth, desperately trying to hang on through the way your walls are clamping down around him. He wants to watch you fall apart before he lets himself do the same. “Don’t you dare hold back, soak this fuckin’ backseat. Show me how much you love this cock.”

“Shitshitshit,” your chest is heaving, lungs on fire when your vision finally whites out. It’s pure pleasure as the adrenaline keeps your hips moving, sliding his length in and out of your tight heat as it spasms around his rock hard length.

He can’t hang on any longer, spilling himself into you with an animalistic groan, his hips briefly leaving the seat of the car as he loses control of them in his pussydrunk state. His lap is soaked, the rush of juices that left you and the evidence of his own orgasm oozing back out of you as the two of you slowly come to a halt together.

You lean forward, slumping against his chest to bury your face in the tresses of his hair that hang around his neck. His hands travel up your spine, one wrapping around you while the other rubs the top of your back as his lips press to your temple.

“We can’t stay here forever, baby,” he murmurs, interrupting the brief moment you’d been able to spend in the afterglow. “Sitter’s gonna be callin’ soon and we can’t ask her to stay too late again.”

“Mm, I know.” You rise, begrudgingly, pushing your fingers through his chest hair as you smile down at him. “You think Eri’s actually asleep this time or do you think she’s trying to keep herself awake in her room again?”

“Hmm, I think the brat’s still awake.” He smiles affectionately, rubbing his hands up your thighs. “She’s stubborn like her mother.”

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Your back pressed flat against the mahogany colored table, arching ever so slightly with each harsh thrust of Atsumu’s hips. His hands gripped prints that blossomed like newborn flowers into your skin, his eyes trained on how cute your tits looked bouncing as he fucked into you with no remorse.

“Isn’t she beautiful when she’s getting fucked?” Kuroo smiled, caressing your forehead before placing a sweet kiss on it. He reminded you of how much you meant to each and every one of them, his soothing words taking you to a certain mental space you’d never want to escape. “Such a good for us, aren’t you, angel? Let me hear you say it.”

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protective!eren beating the shit out of some dude that decided it was a good idea to smack and grab your ass at the bar

protective!eren having to be pulled off of him by like 2 other guys, his shirt's a little ripped and his hair is a mess, but he doesn't care

he hates it when other people look at you too long, let alone have the fucking balls to touch you

and protective!eren makes sure you're okay, even though he's the one that ate a few punches in the process

he'd do it again and again and again

even when his friends make too many jokes around you, making you smile and laugh, protective!eren shoots them the nastiest fucking glare when you're not looking

that's his job

you're all his, there's no room for anyone else

when he's eating you out, protective!eren spits on your pussy and licks a trail up to your clit, keeping eye contact the whole time

he wants you to watch him take care of you

he'll always take care of you

protective!eren likes to ask, "who's pussy is this?" while he's railing you, your legs pushed up against your chest

he knows the answer

but hearing you break down in desperate moans and pleas sends him over the edge every time

"all yours, eren"

damn fucking right

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satoru looks happy—the real kind. the kind where his lips are curved into a soft, giddy grin and not his usual smirk. the kind where his blindfold is pushed down to hang around his neck so you can see the little gleam in his eyes. the kind that makes him cradle a newborn in his arms and rock her gently as he kisses her temple every few moments.

“she has your eyes,” he says quietly, tracing over the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek with his thumb. his hand looks rather big compared to her tiny face, and you’re almost certain it’s hearts he’s tracing with each rounded motion.

“i know,” you murmur, watching relief dance around the corners of his expression.

“thank god,” he chuckles—and if there’s a wobble to his voice, you don’t point out. “she looks like me though. ‘s why she’s so cute.”

and normally, maybe you’d indulge him in a halfhearted argument, maybe you’d scowl and tell him to keep quiet for once, but satoru is happy. and it’s not just a thin blanket with tattered rips at the seams meant to cover the weight clung to his shoulders.

it’s real, and it’s woven seamlessly into the crinkles of his eyes.

“it’s our job as parents to think she’s cute,” you snort, “but she’s definitely the cutest baby i’ve had the pleasure of seeing,” you add with a little bit of pride in your voice.

“of course she is. she’s my baby,” he coos as he stares down at her, gently pinching her cheek. she stares up at him, comically small against his strong arms and broad chest, and when a tiny hand grasps around his finger, you pretend once more that his eyes aren’t wet and glossy.

“actually, she’s our baby,” you correct, glaring at him.

“you must be really sad you’re not my only baby anymore,” he snickers, looking at you with his usual smug grin. but there’s something on the edge of grateful and awestruck that’s in his eyes—and you think he stares at you like you’ve handed him a ray of light you plucked from the sun’s core, gently pressing the warmth to his palms and soothing over the cold and dry cracks on the skin.

satoru’s hands have mapped every inch of you, they pinprick the expanse of your skin with love that seeps from his fingertips in a steady stream. and they’re rough hands—they’re callused and sometimes they’ve got busted knuckles, but they’re gentle enough to create extensions of your love, and they’re gentle enough to carry the weight of a life and then some.

“news flash for you,” you stick your tongue out, “you’re not my only baby anymore either. and i pick favorites, by the way.”

“is it me? am i your favorite?” he asks with a bat of his lashes. you roll your eyes, softening them as they watch his breath hitch when the little bundle in his arms yawns slowly.

“no. you’ll never be my favorite,” you tease, and he pouts, hugging your daughter closer as he snuggles his cheek against hers. “she’s my favorite.”

“only a few hours in and she’s already causing heartbreak,” he mumbles, “she’s gonna be trouble.”

“like you,” you remind, and he grins, raw and free and all kinds of gleeful. you wonder if satoru’s ever been this content in a long time, and you think you have your answer when he sighs gently and shifts to lean back in his chair. “i think it’s my turn to hold—”

“just a bit longer,” he pleads, still staring down at her as he pokes at the tip of her nose. his thumb traces over her lips, smooths a few strands of thin white hair across her forehead, tucks her blanket higher up her chin. he doesn’t know what part of her is his favorite—so he settles on all of it. “she’s gonna miss me and cry if i give her to you, i’m a ladies man.”

“you’re a single man too, pretty soon,” you say dryly, but then his hand reaches for yours, silently begging for your touch to remind him that he can have her and he can have you—that one thing isn’t ripped from him to make room for the other.

so you reach back, let the cracks of his hands find shelter in the warmness of yours, let him speak all the words he can’t always admit through a small squeeze as he lets out a shaky breath.

“careful,” he hums, “people are really into dilfs. i’ll get snatched up pretty quickly if i’m back on the market.”

“they’ll send you right back when they realize you can barely change a diaper,” you snort, and then he squeezes your hand again, still rocking the small body in his arm as he chuckles quietly.

and satoru looks happy—the real kind.