#yuujinsfwagedup

Damn, this is not good. 

Bumping into the back of the car on a freeway wasn’t in the schedule today. 

A man jumps out of his car, scowling at the damage done to his sedan. As if the workday wasn’t stressful enough.

The seat you're in feels too big. It can’t swallow you up and make you disappear. 

Breathe just breathe. The damage isn’t bad. Just a bump really. An exaggerated scratch. 

You already know. Already know. This is not a scratch.

The hellcat owner seems to agree. His eyes pointed at you.

He tucks his hands in his pockets, swaggering over. 

Rolling down your window, you force a smile.

“Shit, you sure got me good. Gonna be a pretty penny to fix this” The man says flashing you a cheeky grin. The penetrating glare betrays his real feelings. 

He leans over, meeting you eye level as he leans against your car. He looks from you to his hellcat.

“Hope you got damn good insurance.” He rested an arm on your lowered window.

“Can we talk about this?” You plead, masking your panic as you rummage your purse. Your jaw trembles, eyes burning. Making it harder to find your wallet.

“Talk about what lady?” Teeth shine at you. Your hands wriggle around your purse without purpose. Trying to find something, anything to ground you back and calm yourself. 

Hazel eyes narrowed, he stares at you. You feel it. Like he’s counting down the seconds before tears fall down your cheeks. 

Your driver's license. It's sitting on your office table. In such a rush to leave work you leave it behind. The brand new wallet you purchased missing nothing but. 

“I don’t have my license.” You finally admit, squeezing your eyes shut. 

A laugh, a long one too, echoes through you. 

“You're joking right?!” He explodes with bubbles of joy, as if what you said was the most outrageous thing in the world. “Lady if anyone should be crying it should be ME, but then again your ass is on the road without a license”

Teeth nip your lip. This will be a big bill. An enormous bill. And possibly a ticket on top of that for forgetting your license.

“I know I know” You whine, running your hands down your face. “ I know it's my fault, I was stupid and not paying attention…”

“Damn right”

You want to plead with him, making him forget this entire accident. You don’t want this on your record. On your license. What if you get points for this? He can easily say you were tailgating and win this no problem. Its hopeless.

“Please don’t call the police. I’ll give you my insurance and my contact info, just please…” 

He looks at you blankly, lips pulled in a thin line. The scar you find on his mouth is stretching too. “Sweetness, I know you don’t want me to but I have to”

“I could get a ticket…I don’t..” Words choke in your throat, as you whimper and cry. Your head leans forward, as your hands cradle your face.

“Hey…shhh”. Something smooth rubs against your back. “Don’t cry, your not pretty enough for that” 

Your body shoots up and looks at him incredulously. His chest rumbles with laughter, retracting the hand that attempted to soothe you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t resist” He cackles, smacking the top of your car. This jackass. 

“You know what. Call the police, you’ll be needing them for a different reason pretty soon”

He stops, smirking at you. It's irritating how handsome he is. “Oooh so scary” 

You grumble under your breath. Making a move to close the window. The male stops you, his larger hand pulling the button back.

“Don’t be that way, i’m just making fun with ya”

Your teeth clench, glaring daggers at the man. 

“I'd rather see you angry than crying.” He takes a gentler tone. You wipe your tears and huff. “You're way cuter when your mad”

“I…” You pause. The winds carrying his light pink hair shadowing his dark undercut. He smiles, and it looks genuine. 

“You must be getting off work in this late evening traffic. You're probably dying to go home aren’t ya” He empathizes. He must have noticed your collared button up, and pencil skirt and made that assumption.

“Well what are you?” You chance a look at his clothes. Somewhat like yours; Black collared button up, and navy slacks. Does he have an office job too? That expensive looking rolex on his wrist says he’s CEO material. Your interest piques. 

His eyes follow, he checks the time before looking back out at sky. “Its getting pretty late, I may have to call the cops so they can get a report of what happened” He looks back at you.

No. No. No. No. No. He can’t.

Your fists clench, if he does go through with this you could get into trouble. REAL trouble. Points on your license, your insurance skyrocketing, Paying off a goddamn hellcat, and your car too. 

“Whoa lady, no need to freak out”

“What the fuck you mean ‘no need’? This shit is gonna be the end of me! Not all not all of us saved a bunch of money from our little nine-to-five- on a rollies and hellcats!” You bark, stuttering between your words. You don’t want this to happen. You don’t want to end up in debt over this. 

He ponders you a moment, his eyes looking almost sympathetic. “How much do you make anyway? At your job”

“W-what do you need to know that for?!” You exclaim, still wiping away tears.

“Look, do you wanna listen or do you want the police involved.” The man’s eyes lowered, looking at you with seriousness. He will call the police on you, and everything you feared will happen. 

You shudder, your crystal clean record would be destroyed. Whatever glimmer of hope he has in store for you, you better take it. 

“I want to listen” Your wobbly voice manages to utter. The man looks you up and down before walking away.

“My car. Now” Is all he says. 

You don’t think twice. Opening your car door and stepping out. 

Getting in a stranger's car is probably not the best idea. But your positive he won’t be driving anywhere in its current condition.

The car unlocks with a click. You're hoping inside. Tinted windows…This couldn’t possibly go wrong. 

Not one bit. 

The man’s already inside. You focus your attention around the interior to help ease your nerves. Red seats. Blackberry fragrance. And a silver chain hanging from the visor. 

“Nice thing isn’t it.” He gazes in the direction you do. “Or it was”

“I’m very sorry about this, I really am!” You admit, inhaling a shaky breath. Hazel eyes are reading you. 

“Oh yeah?” His smile stretches wide. “How sorry are you?” A hand moves over, cupping your chin firmly. “Are you gonna show me, faerie?”

By now it's pretty clear what he wants. Adjusts are made before you proceed. His seat inclined a bit so he can comfortably lay back. Eyes bouncing from you to his lap; under different circumstances you would think him adorable. 

But this isn’t adorable. It isn’t cute. It's frightening. It's extortion.

It's hot. 

You reach for his slacks, unbuttoning them. He lifts his hips so you could ease them down a bit. Double-blinking at the rather large lump in his boxers, your eyes jump to him. You see his eyebrows wiggle.

It's cute.

But it's not.

Not in this situation.

But his boyish charm is so addicting you want more of it.

Slowly, you peel away his boxers as hot eyes bore into you. It's like you're in the spotlight. You're not very good at this, nor have you much practice. But guys on adult websites sort-of like the young-naive type. For odd reasons.

You wrap your hand around him, your middle and thumb just barely touching as you stroke his thick cock. Shallow breaths leave his lips. But he isn’t satisfied.

“This may work for some idiot, faerie, but you rammed in the back of me. I’ll need a bit more than that” His voice comes out so low, slow and sweet like honey. 

If only you’ve met him under different circumstances…

You lean down, licking the slit of his dick. Lapping off the precum pooling.

So much of it is coming out. Are all guys like this? Every lick more comes. 

“Fuck, faerie stop teasing” He groans, shifting his hips a bit. He pushes you down on it a bit, so the entire tip is in your mouth. “Oh god…like that.”

It doesn’t help that the fat mushroom of a tip fills your mouth almost completely. And Gods there's more, you try to lower yourself, only to choke on the intrusion. You don’t think an expert dick sucker could handle this guy. 

You pull off his dick with a wet smacking sound. He growls, obviously displeased with your early departure. Blame yourself for the monster cock you have not me. 

“Fuck, faerie whats wrong now? Having second thoughts?” He beams, flashing you that grin your beginning to like. 

Ugh. You don’t wanna inflate his ego any more than it already is but…

“Its too fucking big! That's not going too far in my mouth” You state. Not something you say everyday. 

“Well I don’t care what you wanna use.” The man murmured, snaking a hand behind your head to pull you close. “How about that pussy? D’you want me to fuck that instead of your pretty mouth?”

By now your cheeks are burning hotter than you think they ever had. His narrowed eyes and lowered brows. Butterflies are swarming you harder than a crushing middle-schooler. 

It is a nice dick. Real big. It's bigger than the dildo you keep at home. 

“Well?” he tilts his head awaiting your next move. 

You take a breath looking from him to his dick and back to him. Your brain is certainly not doing the thinking right now.

You awkwardly throw your leg over, managing yourself on top of him as you make yourself comfortable. Your knees on either side of him, you lift your skirt up, exposing your panties to the man. Oddly enough, he’s just looking at your face. At this point you rather him looking at your body.

“You're not used to this are you?” He speaks, hands finding your hips, gently massaging your sides. You hum, craving the touch of him a bit too much. Strong thumbs rubbing circles into your sides.

“Don’t make me answer that” You huffed making him chuckle, sliding down your panties while your other hand balances you on top of him. 

You lube your fingers up in your mouth.

Your arm is pulled away, your fingers entering the mouth of the man under you. 

“What are you–”

“I’m helping” He smiles, “I’m not a complete meanie”

You inhale quickly. His lips sucking your index and middle before he releases them with a wet pop.

“Do you need me to touch you down there too or are you okay?” 

“N-no!” You yelp defiantly, avoiding his stare as you rub the entrance with the wetness of your fingers.

Next, taking his cock. Maneuvering him around your entrance to wet him up a bit more, so hopefully this is easier on you. Men have it so good being able to orgasm so easily and not having to stretch themselves like this. Your lips squeeze as you begin to lower yourself on him. 

“Shit,” He curses, hands itching to lower you faster. Even he knows better than that, patiently awaiting you to meet him at the end. “This tight cunt”

The pain isn’t as bad as you thought. Manageable at least. That moment when he moves over your G-spot feels like ecstasy. The way it rubs on before meeting your cervix like a kiss. 

It's all the way in. But it's not. A part of him, half of an inch, refuses to go inside. You really don’t have the room for all this cock.

He eagerly awaits you to start moving. Hands tightening on your hips, but don’t pressure you down. He’s patient. 

You start slowly, moving up and down. You don’t think you could go faster if you wanted to, the slow drag of his cock plugging you up as it enters and exits. You hold your breath, hoping to not moan around this stranger and his huge dick, but its testing.

“Yeah that it” He moans, his hips shuddering. At first you thought he was cumming. But he could possibly be trying not to thrust into you. 

You starting moving a bit faster, its inevitable at this point, it feels too good not to moan. He’s with you, groaning, his hands sliding down to your bare ass. 

“W-what are you doing?!” You yelp, feeling him massage and knead your butt. His eyes glance from you to the cunt he’s inside. 

He looks like he’s feeling good. Mouth open as he pants. You feel the car move with the both of you.

“Trying not to scare you, wanna fuck you so hard but I’m trying to wait till your ready” He explains, teeth clenched.  You watch his eyes squeeze shut, his nostril flaring. You could feel him twitching in you. 

You think you're beginning to get lower on him now, your pussy accepting his massive intrusion. Gradually getting faster.

Your hand reaches down and rolls over your clit, the combination of the friction of his cock against that special spot. You're in heaven. To think only 10 minutes ago you thought you were in hell. 

“Faerie you making yourself feel good? Feel good on my cock? Can feel you squeezing me” He whines, his grip on you tighter. He isn’t holding back for much longer. 

You exclaimed before you realize what's happening. You're flipped over on your back. Your eyes open again to him hastily unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it in the backseat. You're not left to wonder long before he enters you again. You're not doing the work either. He’s thrusting into you in a strong strokes. Like his mission was to somehow make the rest of himself fit in a bit deeper with every push. You're whimpering out loud, the force of him is a bit too powerful. Those muscles of his were hiding under his sleeves too well. His abs too. And damn it feels even better now.

He fucks you fast, shaking the both of you in this hellcat.

Only thing on your mind right now is building the growing firework in your belly. Hand making wobbly circles on your clit along with his movements. 

“Can’t believe your letting me fuck” He heaves breathlessly. “You're so damn cute…crying n’ shit” His hips sputter, he coughs his breath escaping him before it morphs into cute chuckles.

You can’t take much more of this either. Something inside burns hotter than you recall. Feeling more intense with his every thrust. You moan unashamedly as you chase this unfamiliar end.

“Oh. Oh faerie, it's coming, I’m close” The male whimpers. He leans over you, pressing his body into you. Your waist lifts into the air, effortlessly maneuvering you to slam you on his cock. If you cared you would wonder if people on the freeway could hear you. 

It's strong. Taking you by surprise your legs spasm. A Burning through your entire body. Cumming so hard it hurts. Every muscle in your pelvis contracting and pulsing. A broken whine rings in your ears before he follows you too. Warm spurts of his cum filling you deeply. He fucks you both threw it. Pressing into you so you could get it all.

After a few moments you both lay together. His car seat needed a good cleaning, and the windows are fogged. 

You relish the warmth of him. Hopefully this was enough so he wouldn’t call anyone to rat you out.

“Hey…” he starts, moving off of you to look directly into your eyes. Hazel irises sparkling in the evening sun. 

“Hey…” You parrot, not meaning to. He chuckles, bringing your hand up to kiss. Surprisingly affectionate.

“You wanna…stay with me for a bit?”

“What about your car?”

“Don’t worry about it” He moves to the passenger side. Reaching for his phone, he finds it lit up with notifications. 

You breathe easy, grateful he isn’t telling the cops about this. 

“What's your name? He asks, tucking himself back into his pants. Noticing; you do the same, adjusting your shirt and dress. He inclines his seat.

“Y/n” You answer. He hums, reaching for a small case. Revealing a blunt underneath. He lights it up, taking a long drag. A plume of smoke filling the car with an almost nauseating smell.

“Wait…is that” “Weed.” He finishes for you, offering you a hit. It’s considered illegal where you both were. You eye him cautiously, you could only wonder if he considered calling the cops in the first place.

“Yuuji.” He begins, “that’s my name.” Yuuji watches as you take it from him slowly, not much gets through without sending you into a coughing fit. He laughs nudging you.

“So Y/n. You never mentioned how much you made”

You, adjust his seat back up before you answer “35,000 a year” He nods, taking another hit. 

“Wanna make more?” He offers, hazel eyes gleaming. His addicting smile lighting fires in you all over again.

“I wouldn’t sell anything”

“Wouldn’t ask you to” He’s quick to counter, “I can tell you're not into that sort of thing.”

He’s a lot more perceptive than you gave him credit for.

“Then what?”

“As my assistant, I need one for my company” He says plainly, your eyes widen at that. 

“Sorry, your company?” You heard right, but you want him to confirm it.

“Yeah my company, I'm the CEO of Itadori inc.”

You blink, double, triple, quadruple.

“Your kidding”

“I’m not”He says, putting out his spiff and putting it back in the case. Assumably saving it for later. “I want to hire you for my company”

You're speechless. It could have been anyone you ran into today. But it happened to be a young, handsome CEO? You look around for imaginary cameras. 

“Y/n its true” He giggles. Cute. You're beginning to wonder how he doesn’t have a girlfriend or something. “Let me give you the address, if the commutes too far i’ll get someone to drive you.”

“I…” A smile you can’t contain grows on your cheeks, he chuckles harder.

“Well? you want the job?”

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YAYYYY mega-happy ending!😙

Ugh idk why but cocky assholes are too attractive.

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