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Aug 17

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Toji finds himself hitchhiking one night after a job goes wrong. when you come along, he doesn't think he should take the ride. but you're so sweet and kind; what's there to be afraid of?

Warnings: hitchhiking Toji, mentions of blood, yandere reader, stalker, EXTREMELY dubious consent, unprotected sex, very wet and messy, cowgirl position, cum eating, no prep, toji refers to reader as kid, unspecified age gap, daddy kink used once anddd I think that's it. please let me know if I forgot anything and please enjoy!!

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Toji swallows down mouthfuls of air as he hastily walks the darkened road. He tries to ignore the thumping in his head, the rhythmic beating from the last job gone wrong. Shiu’s gonna have his ass, but only if he can make it to the next morning alive. He’s not so sure, his ears attuned to every little sound behind and around him, sure that those fuckers will be back to finish him off before he can even raise his own fist to finish them. He’s gotta get home to Megumi, pay that babysitter with the money he doesn’t have. Fuck, his life has gone to shit in such little time.

But things start to look up when a few feet in front of him is brightened by the stare of a cars headlights. He hasn’t seen a car for miles, the last one swerving around him when they saw the dried clot of blood under his nose, a splatter against his collar, his knuckles bloody. He knows he probably won’t get this person to stop either, but he tries his luck anyway, as he comes to stand on the side of the road with his thumb sticking out.

And miraculously, the car slows to an eventual stop, the tires crunching the dirt and gravel beneath it, loud in the silent serenity of outdoors. Even the bugs are quiet, which unnerves him more than he cares to admit. Toji only shakes off the bad feeling when he catches sight of a much smaller frame sitting in the drivers seat, wondering what the hell someone like you is doing pulling over at night to pick up a stranger.

Toji slowly walks over to your car, his steps hesitant. As a predator himself, he knows when someone similar is in close proximity. Maybe it’s a form of self preservation, or just his growing paranoia matched with his equally growing body count, but his body alerts him every time. But you’re alone in the car, as you wind your window down and greet him with an almost timid smile.

He blinks a few times at you, unsure if he’s seeing things right. You’re a cute little thing. Obviously a few years his junior, face soft and pretty, your hands glued nervously to the steering wheel covered in fuzzy blue fur. It’s still summer, the night air thick and muggy and humid, and your small shorts that expose soft, almost delectable thighs make him realize just how much sweat has trickled down his nape into his slick shirt. He licks his upper lip, taking you in with a slow drag of his eyes up and down, how you grip the steering wheel with an almost beginners type of hand.

“Keep it pushing, kid,” Toji grunts to you with a cock of his head toward the path ahead of you. “I ain’t the kinda company you should be inviting inside this late at night.”

Your face almost falls at his words, as if you’re disappointed in this strange, older man declining a ride from someone he could easily overpower. You swallow thickly, gripping the fuzzy cover on your wheel, trying to steel yourself as you lower your music so he can hear you better.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You ask Toji, shocking him for a split second before he composes himself. Weird. He doesn’t think he’s ever had someone like you ask him so boldly of his intentions, always beating around the bush, always skirting the edges around his thick, bulging frame. But you don’t waver, don’t cower beneath his stare. You just blink at him, chin lifted every so slightly. Toji clears his throat, realizing he’s taken a beat longer than most people who don’t have Glocks strapped to them constantly would answer.

“I could.” He answers honestly. Why lie? Your eyes have caught sight of the blood on his chin, his collar, his hands as he leans against your open car window that is rolled down much too far. Hasn’t anyone ever taught you about bad people? About boogeymen that haunt not only your dreams, but your waking moments too?

You only twist your lips ever so slightly, taking him in with a slow rake of your eyes, same as he did to you. Toji has the nerve to feel a bit…lecherous, at the sight. Like he’s looking something in disguise, hiding in plain sight, right in the eye, unsure of just how far you might be able to go. But that can’t be right; he’s not the type to underestimate someone, no matter their size and look, but there’s no way his last job gone wrong would hire someone like you. You just don’t have that kind of grit about you, but there’s something off in the way you stare at the dried blood on his chin with a look that isn’t fear or disgust or worry.

“But are you going to?” You ask him, voice quiet, gnawing gently at your lip. Your eyes are wide and rounded, curious little thing you must be. Curious enough to put yourself in harms way, it seems. Toji squints his eyes, trying to figure you out, wonders if its worth the ride if you’re a bigger lunatic than him.

“Not unless I was paid to, but you’re not on my roster, so you’re safe.” Toji answers with a shrug, half joking, half not. But you smile at him, good natured, bowing your head slightly as you unlock the door, despite the fact that he could’ve unlocked it himself with how far down the window is. He should teach you a lesson about being this easy with strangers, but he’s much too tired, and needs a bath and beer as soon as possible.

“Then please, take the ride.” You offer him, twisting your mouth this way and that when he still doesn’t move, when he only looks at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“It’s late,” you explain to him, finally letting go of the steering wheel with one hand as you gesture to the openness of the road around you both. “It’s pitch black out here, all kinds of wildlife are running around, feral. I can’t in good conscience let you walk to the nearest gas station which is like, twenty five miles away from here.”

Toji stares at you for a long while, running his tongue against his gums, still bent over against your car, his thick forearm taking up most of the space in your window. He looks down the road and up, taking in the pitch blackness of the open air, how no one’s passed you since you stopped, how you’ll probably be the last person he sees until the sun rises, and by then, it might be too late for him. He still tries to give you a way out.

“I don’t have any money to pay you back. Not right now, and I’m not sure how far in the future.” He mutters honestly, eyes locked onto yours, ready to see your face twist in unsureness, for you to lift your foot off the brakes and tear away from him, the way a good girl like you should have in the first place. But you smile, so sugary sweet and pleasant, that it makes a knot form in the pit of his belly for a reason he doesn’t think he wants to find out.

“That’s alright.” You affirm good-naturedly, going as far as leaning across the console to open the door for him, despite it already being unlocked. “This will be my good deed for the week. Paying it forward, and all that.” Toji stands there in disbelief for a moment, before he shakes himself out of his stupor. He has to get home to Megumi, no matter what, but it would be preferable to do it before he has to get up for school tomorrow. The little fucker gets snarky with him when Toji’s coming home at the same time the little dude is leaving out.

With a deep inhale, does Toji finally take the door from you, opening it enough for him to slide himself in your cramped little car. His neck is at a slightly awkward angle, but he settles himself as much as he possibly can in your seats, his knees hitting your dashboard as he spreads his legs to get as comfortable as possible. He tries not to snarl at the way you stare at him the whole time, turning to stare out of the window as he mutters,

“Whatever you say. Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” you tell him softly, finally taking your foot off the brakes as you ease back onto the road. Toji looks at you from the corner of his eyes with this strange little look at your words. The fuck do you mean, ‘your pleasure?’ In what world would it be your pleasure to pick up a middle aged man at one in the morning on a lonesome road where you’re not guaranteed to see another human for god knows how many miles? Fuck, he hopes you’re not some goddamn lunatic ready to skin him alive and cut off his dick after. He think he’d like to keep his dick in the afterlife, to be quite honest, despite not having had used said dick in a while. So he’s having a dry spell, sue him.

You two drive in silence for a few minutes, your radio turned low as you hum along to whatever shitty songs you kids like this week. Toji taps his fingers against a thick thigh, grinding his teeth against each other as he tries to figure out how the fuck he’s going to explain to Shiu just how much he fucked up, and how much he’ll be getting paid despite his fuck up. He knows it won’t be enough, but goddamnit, he needs something.

Toji’s pulled out of his thoughts by you clearing your throat ever so slightly. He glances over at you from the corner of his eye, mouth twisted tightly from his own internal bullshit. He would’ve rather walked until his feet bled than to have to endure small talk with someone who’s probably young enough to be his kid.

“You doing okay over there, big guy?” You ask him softly, giving him a small smile as you look over at him briefly before he can answer.

“Fine.” He says curtly, before facing the window once more, resting his mouth on his palm as he leans his elbow against the door. You two fall into an almost awkward silence for a few minutes, your mouth twisting this way and that. But Toji won’t start the conversation, too busy trying to figure out if he was actually safer out on the road than he is in here with you.

“Can I ask if you’re seeing anybody right now?” You blurt out when the minutes have ticked by far too long, your grip on the steering wheel too tight to be comfortable. Toji blinks once. Twice, before he stiffly turns in his seat, eyes squinting as he takes you in, wonders just how many screws must really be loose inside of your head.

“Really? That’s the fucking question you have for me?” He grinds out, trying to keep his cool, but tonight has fucked him over too many times for him to be the ever composed version of himself that he knows best. “Not; why are you walking on the side of a near-deserted road at one in the morning? Why are you bloody? What are you running from? Are they still after you? Am I in danger?” He scoffs at you, truly affronted, wondering who in the ever loving fuck raised you for you to be this careless with a stranger, with this older man who could so easily do whatever he wanted with you if he so pleased? As if to answer his internal question, you only shrug at him, glancing over, raking in the crusted blood, the slight fury in his eyes, biting your lip before you focus back on the road.

“That’s not what I’m interested in.” You admit honestly, your voice soft as you finally remove a hand from the steering wheel, placing it awkwardly on the gear shift between the two of you. Toji twists ever so slightly in his seat to face you even more now, arms crossed over his chest as he cocks his head.

“Oh, yeah? Then what are you interested in, kid?” He spits the last word out like its an insult, a reminder of the vast differences between you both, but you don’t let it deter you. No, not from—

“This,” you whisper, hands creeping, ghosting over the swell of his thigh. Toji shoots his own palm out, grips your hand much too tight, but he lessens his hold ever so slightly at your quiet wince, your rounded eyes turned toward him for the briefest second. “But it won’t feel right if you’re in a relationship.”

“But groping me like the fucking perverted stranger you are feels right?” Toji chides you, eyes narrowed. Your hand is still in his, but he hasn’t moved you away, not completely. He holds your palm against his thigh, where your grip lingers against the swell of it, the muscle there twitching, much too close to where he hasn’t been touched in so long.

But this is wrong. You’re young, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about right now. You’re alone, and he doesn’t know shit about you, nor do you, him. Until—

“I’m not a stranger to you, Toji.” You pout to him, trying to wriggle your hand from his grasp, trying to inch your way higher and higher. But Toji grips you tight this time, uncaring of your wince and your whimper, eyes widening for the briefest second as he fully turns to you in his seat.

“And how do you know my name?” He asks slowly, his voice leveled. He should get his gun, he thinks. His free hand inches down until it finds the warmed metal resting against his skin, but he gives pause when you slow the car down until it creeps along the road to look at him as you speak.

“I told you; I’m not a stranger.” You say softly, hand against your chest before you place it back on the wheel. “I’ve been in the background of your life for so long, it feels like we’ve practically known each other for years at this point. And now, thankfully, you owe me.” You say the last part like its a love confession you’ve finally been able to vomit out, all soft and open, hearts in your eyes, your hand on his thigh. But Toji isn’t convinced, wraps his palm around the handle of his gun, ready to blow your pretty head off if things came down to it.

“Owe you how? Is it your boss?” He spits out, his words rushed, his eyebrows furrowed. He should’ve asked which boss; he owes a shit ton of people money. But you only shake your head, trying to soften his grip as you glance at the road momentarily before focusing on him once more.

“No, I don’t work for anyone that threatens you. But you’re in my car right now, broke and needing so much from me.” The car putters off into a slow stop, sitting in the middle of the road. Anybody could pass you—he doubts anybody would—anybody could find you—he doubts anybody would. You fully turn to him now, reaching over to place your free hand on his cheek. He wants to push you off of him, but he wants to keep his grip on his gun even more.

“If you can’t pay your way with gas money, then aren’t I entitled to something else for this long, lecherous journey home?” You draw your words out in a coo, your lips soft and wet where you lick them, your cleavage presented and inviting from where you lean over the console. Toji licks his lips, eyeing you. It’s been a while for him. But this is fucked up.

He tries to quickly open up the car door, tries unlatching the lock, but he can’t get out. He’s pressed against the door, his big frame almost squished into the corner of the car as you follow him over the console, climbing into his lap until your head hits the roof. He still holds your hand in a death grip at his thigh, but he holds the other at your waist, squeezing once, twice.

“You’re crazy,” He mutters, leaning back when you invade his space, when you rub against his cheeks and his jaw and his chin like some house trained feline. “Let me the hell out.” But he doesn’t even believe his own voice when he hears it, hoarse and rough. You only mewl, whimpering, skimming your lips over his as you plant yourself down heavily in his lap until you feel something twitch.

“Please,” you beg pathetically, looking at him from under your lashes, biting gently at his bottom lip and pulling before releasing it to watch it snap back in place. Toji licks his lips, inhaling heavily at the faint taste of your lip balm, at how your thighs cocoon him in his seat. “I’ve been watching you for so long, and you have a dick that’s so fucking fat, and you barely even use it anymore.”

He should be appalled at your words, disgusted and freaked out. You’ve seen him naked. You obviously have been following him for so long that you have kept track of his sexual history. It should feel invasive; it is invasive. But you’re seated so pretty and pathetic in his lap, pawing at him like some bad little thing with absolutely no manners, barking up a tree that you have no clue bites back. He shouldn’t be in here. You’re too young; you don’t know what you’re doing; he’d be taking advantage of you; you’re taking advantage of him. But you’re just so—

“Just one time, please.” You whimper, pressing the faintest kiss to his lips, that he tries not to return, and fails immediately when you begin to pull away. “I’ll drop you off at home right after, no attachments,” you look at him from under your lashes, tracing your tongue against his mouth as you whisper, “unless you want to see me again.”

“Fucking insane.” Toji whispers under his breath, but he lets you kiss him again and again and again. “You’re fucking insane.” But he lets you and lets you and lets you, like some brat that’s never heard the word no before. He’s no better.

Your lips are hesitant, despite all the fanfare from before. His grip eases on your hand, letting you explore the expanse of his stomach, his chest. Your fingers find their way under his shirt and he sucks in a tight breath at the warmth of your grip. Your lips hover over his, despite the way you gave them to him so easily when you were simply trying to take. And now that he has given you permission, you seem almost…

“Are you scared?” Toji asks you softly, his head titled as he looks at you from under his lashes. His cock has grown thick beneath you, and he goads you into rocking your hips against his, makes it seem like its your idea. You gasp softly, glancing down from where you’ve raised his shirt, at the milky expanse of toned abs and a thick, solid chest. His dusky brown nipples are hard and he inhales shakily every time you skim your thumbs over them.

“Should I be?” You whisper. He watches as your eyes flutter shut as you lean in to kiss him, pretty lips puckered, a slight tremble in your chin. He watches you as he kisses you, at how your boldness has flown out of the window, the hesitant rock and sway of your hips.

“You should.” Toji confirms, suddenly gripping the back of your head. You gasp, and that’s exactly what he wants from you. He gathers the saliva in his mouth and spits into your awaiting cavern, smirking when you flinch at the intensity. He expects you to back away, realize this was all a mistake, that you’re just some dumb little girl with ambitions much too big for your own tiny being.

But you get this lovestruck kind of look, this hazy glaze passing over your eyes as you seal your lips shut to swallow down what he’s given you. Toji falters ever so slightly before his eyes narrow, holding you tightly, wondering what he could do to scare some kind of sense into you.

“I could shove my gun in your tight fuckin’ pussy, blow your pretty little fucked up brains right out.” He threatens you, even though he knows he would never do such a thing. But instead of fear, of hesitance and a need to run far, far away from him, you only shiver all over, moaning under your breath. You wriggle out of his grip to tongue at his thick throat, down further and further until your mouth finds the swell of his pec. Toji can only watch you in vast fascination, wonder just how much you’re really fucked up in the head.

“Please fuck me with your gun, Toji,” you whisper, tonguing around the perkiness of his nipple, watching him from under your lashes as you close your mouth around his bud. Toji hisses under his breath, his cock jumping in his sweats as he has to hold his head back to keep from looking at you. Little fucking minx, fucking siren, succubus, something.

“You’re sick in the fucking head, kid.” Toji grits through his teeth, but you only hum around his nipple, rocking your hips to find the friction you so desperately need.

“Touch me, fuck me, please, do something.” You plead to him, baring your teeth around his pec in a threat, but Toji only presses your face forward to complete the act. He grunts when your teeth latch around his tit, fisting your hair as he rips you away, bringing you up to kiss feverishly, angry and upset with this stupid fucking predicament he should’ve known better than to let get this far.

But you’re easing your shorts down your legs with an awkward clumsiness of someone your age, and it should snap him back into reality, into how wrong this is. About how you’re taking advantage of him, and how he’s just as guilty. But instead, he has to throw his head back with a groan when you peel your outer layer off and reveal a soaking wet cunt without any underwear to act as a barrier. He licks his lips at the string of slick that connects you to the denim, at the curls soaked in your arousal, at how he hasn’t felt a pussy this soft in ages.

He can’t help but run a finger along the seam of your lips, splitting them to find your clit. Your hips buck against his hand, whimpering softly as you grip his shoulders, nose pressing against his, lips to his parted ones. You lick inside, pulling away to lap at the crusted blood beneath his nose, breathing heavily when Toji holds your hip tightly in his thick palm, to the point of bruising. Anything that will help commemorate this night forever.

“You expected this to happen,” Toji whispers, licking his lips, licking yours, biting them in punishment to hear you mewl. “You planned for this, didn’t you?”

“Just wanted to feel you inside of me, Toji. Didn’t know what else to do.” You paw at him, hopeless, helpless, lifting yourself as much as possible as he aids you in shucking his sweats down. He wants to fight you on this, throw you the fuck off of him, out on the road, wants to take your car and speed the hell out of here. But you moan—you moan—at just the sight of his cock when he rests the waistband of his sweats beneath the swell of his balls. You moan and you hover yourself over him, gripping his cock in smooth hands before he has a moment to stop you, to catch his fucking breath.

“I don’t want any prep.” You whisper, pupils dilated so far, he can barely make out the color of your eyes. His own flutter shut when you press his leaking, fat tip against your wet hole, so tiny and small and tight, barely stretching around the thickness of him. “Just wanna feel all of you, tonight, tomorrow, next week. I wanna feel you all the way up here.” Your fingers flutter over the base of your throat, your eyes low and full of so much lust, Toji can’t keep his hips from bucking, from his tip breaching your hole just a second before you’re ready.

He thinks this is the first time you’ve given pause all night. Your nails claw into his shoulders, your mouth drops open in a soundless gasp. Reality is smacked back into Toji at the sight of your pain, of how your entire body trembles as the head of his cock carves its way inside of you.

“Kid, I think we should—” but Toji is swallowing his words when you lift yourself just to drop down a little further on his cock. He sucks in a shaky breath, a death grip on your hips as he tries to steady you, his head spinning on his shoulders. You’re fucking crazy, he thinks, as he watches your entire body shake and shiver as you fight to take him without any fucking prep, only the wetness of your pussy from just being in the same car as him after god knows how many months of stalking.

“Fuck, it hurts so good,” you whisper to yourself, reaching down to start rubbing your clit in tight circles. Toji can only watch you; watch you take and take and take from him until your hips start a slow rhythm of riding the first few inches of his cock. Your head keeps hitting the roof, but you don’t seem to care. You only get some sense in you when Toji hands it over, grabbing you by the nape of your neck to bring you forward to his mouth, to kiss you quiet when your little whimpers and whines make him feel as though he might cum entirely too early.

“Oh, god, I think I’m—I’m gonna,” you stutter the words out, teeth gritted as you rub your clit in quick little circles, fucking yourself open in a way Toji doesn’t think is much comfortable. But it must be, with the way your entire body locks up, how your back bows straight, how uncaring you are in hitting your head once more as your tight cunt somehow gets even tighter around his leaking head.

You flood him, covering his cock in your cum until it runs down in thin rivulets to pool in the tight black hairs at his base. Toji can only watch you in fascination, panting ever so slightly, as he tries to keep from coming himself, holding your hips in his palms much too tight. But you only hold him, still rubbing your clit as you bite your lip, collapsing against his chest as you try to catch your breath.

Toji thinks its done, that this whole thing is over with now. That you just wanted to use him for your own benefit, and that now you’ll finally let him either leave or take him the fuck home. He doesn’t know why he ever thought that this would be so easy.

“I told you I wanted to feel you in my throat,” you mumble after a beat of silence, lifting your head as you lock your hands behind his nape, an almost wicked grin splitting your face. Toji only has a split second to fear for his life before you’re lifting your hips to press them back down, swallowing a majority of his cock in your still tight, soaked pussy. He groans between gritted teeth, hands curling around to grip at the fat of your ass, his eyes clenched shut.

“Holy shit, kid,” Toji mutters under his breath, inhaling deeply as you start riding his cock from base to tip, slow and torturous. He’s not gonna beg you to pick up the pace, he reasons with himself, to ride him like he knows a good girl like you would, but fuck, he’s close to it. You watch him with every stroke, your lips splitting around the thickness of his cock, the picture obscene between your legs; wet and milky white covering the forking veins on his shaft, your tight cunt stretching around him in a way that shouldn’t be possible. But you take him so well, tightening yourself around his tip as you swallow him all the way down to his base and grind yourself until he snaps.

“Fuck this,” Toji murmurs before he holds your ass tight in his grip and lifts you until the tip is barely inside. He has only a second to revel in your surprised little gasp, your sweet little giggle, before he’s forcing you back down on his cock much too harshly. Your laugh is cut off, swallowed thickly in your throat as you fight to catch your breath, as the wet slapping of your thighs on his is loud enough to be heard for miles on the deserted road.

“This oughta fuckin’ teach you, yeah, kid?” Toji growls out, nails digging into your flesh as he rips you up and down his cock as if you weigh nothing. He splits you open again and again until you’re only a babbling mess, clawing at him, pulling at his hair, trying to slow him down just the tiniest bit for you to catch your breath. But he keeps at it. You need to learn why you shouldn’t accept strangers this late at night inside of your car. Why you shouldn’t fight so hard to fall on the dick of someone like him; older, a father, a criminal.

“Take your fuckin’ tits out.” He commands you, expecting you to whimper, to cower. He wonders why he still doesn’t understand that you’re wired differently, because you only listen to him with a fucked out grin, pushing your shirt over your chest, your bra beneath your ribs, baring yourself wholly to him. Toji growls under his breath, pressing you down as he begins fucking his hips up, slamming his cock inside of you brutally, without remorse, waiting for some kind of sense to be knocked into you.

But you only moan all high and pitchy, your breaths punching out of you with every slam of his hips against yours, with every bite at the fat of your breast, every nip at your jugular. You scratch at his nape, whimpering as you still rub at your clit, fat and swollen and sensitive from how much you’ve been touching it, but you don’t seem to care. You’re too fucked out as Toji forces you to ride his cock, a dopey smile on your face as your body begins to lock up once more, your moans becoming high and staccato.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, fucking make me cum, Toji, please.”

“Fuckin’ hell, kid,” Toji groans, his hips faltering, his grip on your waist tightening as your cunt clenches down around him in a vice like grip as you cum on his dick in waves. He doesn’t know how you muster up the strength, but when he tries to pull you off of him as he’s about to cum, you hold on tight to him, wrapping your entire body around him, coiled like a snake.

“Get the hell off,” Toji grunts, his hips unable to keep still as he fucks himself inside of your wet, flooded hole, still spasming, still gripping him. But you only wrap yourself around him even tighter, tucking your feet under his thighs, slinging your arms around his neck, clamping your pussy down until he doesn’t think he’ll be able to ever get away from you.

“Cum inside me,” you mewl into his ear, a devious grin splitting your face as you whisper, “Daddy. Fill me up with your seed, daddy, please.”

A shiver runs throughout Toji’s entire body. He tells himself its from disgust—he’s never had much of a daddy kink in his years, preferred to just be called his name. But you must’ve put some kind of fucking spell on him because he does—cum inside you, that is. His entire body stills as he floods your insides with rope after rope of cum, too much to be normal, after months, years, of not coming inside something as tight and wet and desperate as you. It spills from your clenched pussy, pools into his pubes, onto the seats below, creating a mess that you only sigh and coo at.

Toji bites the perkiness of your nipple in retaliation, the only power he feels as though he has at the moment. But you only gasp before giggling at him, pulling his head back by the hair at his nape to kiss him softly, like a lover would.

“If I knew you couldn’t blow my head off, I’d keep you.” You whisper, smiling, gentle, your tone so reserved and sweet, your words everything but. Toji growls when he realizes what you’ve said, when he’s finally come down from the most epic orgasmic high he thinks he’s ever had in his life. He nudges you off of him, and surprisingly, you go. Lift yourself from his cock, the both of you unable to help from watching how the mixture of both of your cum spill from inside your now slightly gaping hole, how it winks and smacks against his tip in a kiss when you finally pull off.

Toji tries to swallow his groan, and fails, as he watches you shimmy your shorts back on without any kind of clean up. His softening cock twitches at the sight, at how the mess between your legs is now pressed against you, against the denim, at how you smile at him from under your lashes when you catch him staring, glancing at the bite mark around your nipple.

He scoffs and looks away, pulling his shirt down as you make your way back over to the drivers seat. Toji goes to clean his cock off with a napkin in your cupholder, but you’re stopping him with a grab at his wrist. He wants to snarl at you, tell you that you’ve taken enough from him, but his words die in his throat as he watches you lean your head over into his lap.

“Kid, I ain’t got much left in me, at this point.” Toji grunts, a subtle reminder of his age, and yours. But you ignore him in favor of licking from the base of his flaccid cock all the way to the tip, cleaning him of both of your messes. Toji’s entire body grows stiff, his teeth clenched as he can only watch the way your pink tongue darts out to lap at the cum still dribbling from his tip that you suck out like some filthy vixen.

You lap at the thick pools of white from his shaft, the curly pubes at his base, even going as far as lifting his heavy cock to lick away whatever slid onto his balls, too. You rub his soft length over your cheeks and mouth and chin until you’re covered in him. Toji can only sit there, his teeth gritted and grinding against each other, his fists curled at his sides. He feels filthy. Disgusting and fucking used.

But you sit up with the sweetest smile, as if his cum doesn’t stain your tongue, your chin. You smile at him and you kiss him and pass the taste of both of your pleasure into his mouth and he lets you and lets you and lets you.

“Let’s get you home, yeah? Don’t wanna be late dropping Megumi off to school.” You say casually, as if you’re a fling that he’s grown comfortable with, and not some stranger who has been stalking him and coerced him into fucking you. But Toji only scoffs at your normalcy, finally tucking himself away into his pants as you put the car back in drive, humming along as you turn the radio up, pleasant, as if nothing ever happened.

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#what do u MEANNNN it’s been a year since I wrote this #I have no concept of time anymore #bc in my head it’s only been like 6 months since I wrote this #need to update the hitchhiker series >_>

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