𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, 21+. Age difference, size kink, car sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, raw, barebacking, creampie, size difference, pet names. 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘, 2.5k words for my horny bitches ;)
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He shouldn’t do this.
It’s forbidden for him to even think about you like this.
Toji was here from the beginning to watch over you, pick you up from the campus, and make sure you weren’t doing anything fishy regarding your father’s wedding party with his mistress.
Nothing else. Nothing more.
But seeing you sulking all over the place from the start and almost at the end of the wedding party has him itchy to do something. Something that could put a smile on your pretty little face. Something that could wipe off those pouty lips and replace it with something better.
Something that’s his.
“You...” Deep forest irises widened, his low tone of baritone voice trailed off, his right hand holding the back of your thigh, while the other fingers buried deep inside your wet cunt. “Never been fingered?”
He is the first. He is your first.
His ego shoots off to the sky, his core burning like hell.
The sound of heavy rain pouring down outside the black sedan is the background of music for him, besides your soft whines and moans. In this cold weather you were sweating, both your mind and the car windows were getting foggy.
Toji had you placed your leg up on top of the dashboard, while the other was held by him, he curled his fingers and you would jolted up slightly by the sensation of rough pad fingers against your soft g-spot.
Knuckles deep inside your warm walls, Toji twisted his wrist and added another, and your head was getting dizzier. Slick sounds from his fingers and your drenched labia has your cheeks flushed from peach to red lobsters.
“I’m.. gonna..” You babbled out softly, stomach knotted, eyes shut.
Toji breathed out encouraging whispers to your cheek, biting your cheek softly, “Give it to me, let me see you cum.”
His words are a spell to your ear, as if being ordered, and you unwillingly obliged. On his palm, wet and sticky. Back arching and stomach twitching.
“Good girl,” A small smirk formed on his lips, to watch your thighs shaking like that under his touch is too hard to let it pass. He licked his finger.
Once you opened your eyes, your view was replaced from the car ceiling to him, he brought you to his lap with his arms, those big arms wrapped around your waist as you seated on top of his thighs.
Naturally your hands came to rest on his shoulders to support your body that’s still slightly shaking from the earlier release.
His hand reached up to brush your hair away from your face, flushed and sweaty. His thumb pressed against your lower lip, swollen and red.
