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10• By the window (part 1)

It was common for them to sit by the window at night time, letting the moon and the street posts be the only source of light washing over the living room. Before her, Aizawa would sit on a wooden chair but for her to have more comfort when sitting on his lap, the elder opted for moving one of the armchairs close to the aforementioned spot. It was cozy, she would always bring a fuzzy blanket, sit on his lap sideways while wrapped up in the soft fabric as they talked for hours and he smoked one or two cigarettes.

His clothes smelled like smoke and so did his breath before he would have a mint or brush his teeth. She didn't mind the smell even if it wasn't the best, she was just infatuated by the feeling of his lips on her.

That particular night Aizawa was slightly more touchy than usual, squeezing one of her thighs as they were in their usual position, rubbing circles with his thumb against the skin of her inner thighs. Was it because she was wearing shorts that night or because he spent the entire day thinking about her ? He was unsure of it but not even touching his cigarettes this time, his mouth was busy against the skin of her neck.

No one would see her, she doesn't go out, she didn't need to hide any marks, right ? The freedom that gave him only encouraged Aizawa to drag his tongue over the muscle of her neck, sinking teeth almost a bit too roughly, hearing the little helpless whimpers coming out of her.

She was perhaps too immersed in the feeling on her skin which caused endless gooseflesh across her nape that she almost forgot they were sitting by the window, it was the second floor of the house so the fence was not tall enough to fully cover them from the outside. (Y/n) instantly slapped a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet, noticing some people here and there still walking down the alley in front of the house.

The blanket was so conveniently covering around her that it also hid his hand inching closer up in between her thighs. The side of his index finger started to rub up and down against the fabric of her shorts, earning another noise crawling out of her throat.

"You look suspicious with your hand on your mouth, try to just keep a straight face. " His low baritone voice uttered right into the shell of her ear.

She was quiet and obedient and it aroused him to know she would follow any and every command he gave her. Poor thing was facing the window and could see every single person walking below them, he imagined she was probably quite embarrassed but it only encouraged him to slide that hand beneath her shorts and underwear, exhaling loud through his nose when feeling the wetness between her lips.

She was already getting wet and there was something about having to be discreet that just increased their lust tenfold.

An idea suddenly crossed his mind, forcing the corner of his lips to twitch upward into such an evil grin that she didn't notice at that moment.

"Discreetly take your shorts off. "

She was taken aback, staring at him with surprise but there was no refusal, she simply hesitated when doing so out of embarrassment, holding the blanket tight around herself while standing up to pull her shorts down past her ankles, sitting back down on his lap just to be welcomed by a pair of big warm hands forcing her body to face away from him. She could feel him fully swollen up beneath his trousers and nudging against her rear but she was frozen in place, knowing that people on the streets or perhaps even on other houses nearby could see them.

She was moved and readjusted, not exactly knowing what he was trying to do because she was actually focused on their surroundings out of the house until his hands beneath the blanket shoving her panties aside on the area of her crotch caught all of her attention. What was he doing ? She was sitting on his lap facing away, wrapped up in the blanket that draped down to her knees, her knees were spread apart on top of his thighs and... The familiar feeling of his erection nudging against her entrance, trying to find a way to slip in made her squeak in surprise even though it was not unexpected.

It didn't matter how often they fucked, his girth felt heavenly thick while prying inside her, the friction it caused, the pressure against her walls, it was all too addicting, too obscene.

Her eyelids flickered shut as she rested her back fully against his chest, then a thought crossed her mind and slid out of her mouth: " But we can't move, they are going to see us... "

" We're not going to move. " His answer confused her slightly but as she turned her head towards the window, she felt his fingers sliding down against her clit once again, circling against it at a slow but rhythmic pace and it made her eyes roll back in ecstasy. " I will just keep it in there... " Aizawa would need a lot of patience to feel her getting wetter by the second, contracting and pulsating around him and not make a move to fuck her. Why was he doing this to himself ?

Even if she didn't understand his reasoning, all she could try to focus on was to cover her mouth with the blanket, eyelids low on her lustful expression, her toes curling up tight as he increased the pace of his digits rubbing circles against her. Breathing became a whole other task on its own and she could just grip tight onto the soft fuzzy fabric, grabbing fistfuls of it from the inside while trying to stay still, sitting upward but unavoidably curving forth when he reached a particularly pleasant pace.

" I can't. " She was already on the verge of it, feeling his erection subtly twitch inside her, feeling full, filled up to the very base of his shaft, feeling the pressure against her walls added to the merciless friction on her sensitive bud. It was all too much and she began trembling on top of him, trying to close her thighs by instincts but he wouldn't allow her to. She was squeezing her eyes shut at this point, biting hard at the fabric of the blanket while leaning forward while her orgasm washed over her, making her bend forward like a kick to the stomach.

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Author's note: and there's still part 2 left, Aizawa's turn.