Evo
Twice Momo x M!Reader
Word: 1K+
The Mitsubishi Evo sits low and mean on the quiet morning road in Tokyo, matte black panels swallowing the weak light, blue accents cutting sharp lines along the sides and the hood scoop. Custom carbon fiber mirrors, widened arches, the subtle growl of the tuned exhaust even at idle. You’re behind the wheel, one hand loose on the shift knob, the other resting on the thigh of the girl in the passenger seat.
Momo. Twice’s Momo. Your bratty little girlfriend who somehow decided an older guy with ink covering both arms, half his chest, and crawling up his neck was the one she wanted. She’s in a short white skirt that rides high when she sits, black crop top that shows the flat plane of her stomach, hair still a little messy from sleep. The city is just waking up—delivery bikes, early salarymen, the distant hum of traffic—but this stretch of road is empty enough.
She shifts in her seat, knee bouncing. “You’re driving too fucking slow, Daddy.”
You glance over. Her lower lip is pushed out, eyes half-lidded, already restless. “We’re in a residential area. You want me to floor it and get us pulled over?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, blunt, voice low and spoiled. “Right now. In this car. Before the streets fill up.”
Your cock twitches hard in your jeans. She’s been like this since last night—teasing, grinding against you in the elevator of the hotel, whispering filthy things against your ear until you had to shove her off and tell her to wait. She doesn’t like waiting.
You pull into a narrow side street lined with parked cars and shuttered storefronts, the Evo’s engine settling into a low idle. The windows are tinted dark. Still, anyone walking past could glance in if they tried hard enough. Risky. Exactly how she likes it.
“Get over here,” you say.
Momo doesn’t hesitate. She climbs across the center console, knee between your legs, skirt already riding up to show the black lace of her panties. She straddles your lap facing you, the steering wheel pressing into her back. Her hands land on your chest, fingers tracing the tattoos that peek out from under your shirt collar.
“You’re so hard already,” she murmurs, grinding down against the thick ridge in your jeans. “Big fucking cock just for me. My old man with all those tattoos. Makes me wet every time I look at you.”
You grip her hips hard, fingers digging into soft skin. “Take it out.”
She does, quick and eager, popping the button and zipper, shoving your jeans and boxers down just enough. Your cock springs free—long, thick, already leaking at the tip, the veins standing out against the dark ink that runs down your lower stomach and the top of your thigh. She wraps both hands around it and strokes once, twice, watching the way it pulses.
“Fuck, Daddy… it’s always so big. I don’t know how it fits.”
“You know exactly how it fits.” You slide two fingers between her legs, push the lace aside, and find her already slick. She gasps when you push one finger inside, then a second, curling them. “Dripping for it. Bratty little cunt couldn’t wait until we got back.”
She rocks against your hand, chasing the friction. “Because you keep teasing me. Driving around in this hot car looking like that. All those tattoos. Older. Mean. I need it.”
You pull your fingers free, slick them over the head of your cock, then line up. She lifts herself, holds the base, and sinks down in one smooth, greedy motion. The stretch is immediate—tight heat swallowing every inch until she’s seated fully, her ass flush against your thighs. A broken moan spills out of her.
“Shit—so deep.” Her forehead drops to your shoulder. “You’re splitting me open.”
You don’t give her time to adjust. Hands on her hips, you lift her and drop her back down, setting a rough, shallow rhythm that makes the Evo’s suspension creak softly. The windows start to fog at the edges. Outside, a bicycle rolls past. Neither of you stops.
Momo braces on your shoulders and rides you harder, skirt bunched around her waist, panties shoved to the side. Her pussy clenches around you every time she bottoms out. “Harder. Come on, Daddy—fuck me like you mean it. We’re in public. Someone could see.”
You growl and thrust up to meet her, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet car. “You want them to see? Want some salaryman to look in and watch you bouncing on this cock?”
“Yes,” she breathes, eyes glassy. “Let them watch your bratty girlfriend take every inch. Let them see how you own this pussy.”
You shift, angling her so you can reach deeper, one hand sliding up under her crop top to pinch a nipple. She cries out, loud, then bites it back into a whimper. The risk is real—any moment a pedestrian could pass close enough. It only makes her wetter. Slick runs down your shaft, coats your balls.
You push her off suddenly, turn her around so her back is to your chest, and pull her down again. This angle is different—deeper, the head of your cock dragging against her front wall with every bounce. She grabs the steering wheel for leverage, ass working in your lap, the blue-and-black dashboard framing the view of her arched back and the ink on your arms wrapped around her waist.
“Look at you,” you murmur against her ear, voice rough. “Taking Daddy’s cock in the middle of Tokyo like a good little slut. So tight. So fucking needy.”
“I’m not good,” she pants, pushing back harder. “I’m a brat. I do what I want. And what I want is this cock filling me up until I can’t walk straight.”
You reach around and rub tight circles over her clit while you fuck up into her. Her thighs start to shake. The car rocks subtly with every thrust. Somewhere down the street a door opens and closes. Footsteps. You don’t stop. Neither does she.
“Gonna come on it,” she gasps. “Gonna come all over Daddy’s big cock right here where anyone could see—”
Her orgasm hits hard. She clamps down, pulsing, a broken moan muffled against her own arm as she tries not to scream. You keep thrusting through it, chasing your own, the wet heat of her milking you relentlessly.
When she goes limp against you, you lift her off, spin her again so she’s facing the passenger seat on her knees, ass up, chest pressed to the leather. You climb over the console just enough, shove back into her from behind, and start pounding. The position is awkward, cramped, the roof low, but it lets you drive deep and hard. One hand fists in her hair, the other holds her hip steady.
“Take it,” you grunt. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you asked for.”
“Yes—yes, Daddy, fill me up. Cum inside. I want it dripping out of me when we drive again.”
The filthy words push you over. You bury yourself to the hilt and come hard, cock pulsing as you empty thick ropes deep into her pussy. She moans at the heat of it, pushing back to take it all. You stay locked inside her for long seconds, breathing heavy, the windows fully fogged now.
When you finally pull out, cum follows in a slow, messy trickle down her inner thighs. She stays bent over for a moment, catching her breath, then crawls back into the passenger seat with a satisfied, wicked little smile. She doesn’t bother fixing her panties or skirt properly. Just sits there, legs slightly spread, the evidence of what you just did visible if anyone looked close enough.
You tuck yourself away, wipe the fog from the windshield with your sleeve, and put the Evo back in gear. The engine rumbles to life. Morning light is stronger now. More cars on the main roads.
Momo reaches over and rests her hand on your thigh, fingers tracing a tattoo. “Drive us somewhere else,” she says, voice still rough. “I want to do it again before the city wakes up completely. Maybe with me bent over the hood this time. Or in the back seat. Or—”
You cut her a look. “Insatiable brat.”
She grins, sharp and sweet. “Your insatiable brat. And your cock is still half-hard. Don’t pretend you’re done with me.”
The blue-and-black Evo slides back onto the quiet Tokyo road, exhaust murmuring low. You can still feel the heat of her around you, still smell sex in the cabin. And she’s already shifting in her seat, restless again, ready for the next quick, risky round before the streets get too crowded to hide in.
You keep driving