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You had stopped frequenting this grocery store the moment you had hit puberty. They always said that men picked up women the most in stores like these, and it seemed like age wasn’t ever a varying factor for those old fuckin’ creeps. Your parents didn’t make you come with them after you had admitted your uncomfortableness in these stores, and after moving away for college, you didn’t really run into the same issues.
But now. Now you were back in town for a few months after graduating college and trying to find your footing. There weren’t any other good grocery stores in the city that weren’t crawling with desperate middle aged creeps who wanted to stick their dick into anything that seemed young and fresh. So, sucking it up, you decide to just go to the creep infested grocery store and get what you needed as quick as possible.
Damn you and your late night cravings. It wouldn’t have been so fucking bad if your parents had brought you the ice cream flavor you wanted and not the nasty fucking pistachio that you had hated since—since fucking forever, damnit!
Huffing, you don’t notice the tall figure that watches you from the other end of the cold aisle. You mull over if buying two tubs of a small ice cream is better on your wallets than buying one big one. You don’t really wanna share with your parents since they got the wrong flavor, but that would be kinda petty—
“S’crazy how they jack the prices up for this shit, huh?” A deep voice rumbles above you. You jump slightly in place, whip your head to the side to see who the fuck snuck up on you without you even noticing. You’re greeted with a black shirt that strains over the muscles in the mans stomach and pecs that looked almost bigger than your own boobs. As you slowly trace your eyes up from his chest, you only hope its a cute young guy, around your age, a little bit older wouldn’t be that bad, and hopefully not some old fuck—
It’s some old fuck. But, he is kinda hot, especially with the long scar that traces up the side of his mouth. Still obviously very much older than you, if not your parents age. Gross.
“Yeah.” Is all you offer, eyes darting right back to the ice cream in front of you. You wished that the old fuck would fucking move over some, his thick arms practically brushing against yours. You sidestep slightly, cut your eyes at him from the corner, watch how his chest puffs up in a small huff of a laugh.
“What flavor?” The man asks, insistent upon not letting up. You roll your eyes, snatch open the freezer door and get two small personal ice creams of your favorite flavor. You just wag the dessert in his face, before stomping off without another word. The man only laughs, the deep sound reverberating throughout the otherwise empty store.
You stalk off into another aisle, figuring you might as well pick up some milk while you’re in here, too. It’s almost no surprise when you see the man sidle up next to you again only seconds later.
“You live around here? I’m sure I would’ve seen your pretty face before.” He says, opens the sliding door to get his carton of milk. When you glance over at him, he’s already watching you, grinning wide and unabashed. You scoff, shove the two ice creams into the corner of your elbow as you open the sliding door to the right of his own.
“Grew up here, just moved back.” You hope if you answer enough of his probing questions that he’ll eventually just leave you the fuck alone. Your answer has the opposite effect.
“Oh yeah?” He smirks, leans against the closed sliding door to properly cage you in. You hadn’t noticed that you stood in the innermost corner of the aisle, the only way to escape by sidestepping the burly man with the lip scar. You face him, watch how his deep colored eyes roam over your form hungrily.
“Let me guess; fresh college graduate?” He grins, licks his lips, leans in even closer to you. You pull back some, noticing how his warm breath hits the apples of your cheek. If he wasn’t so hot, you would’ve been pulled out your pepper spray. But the old fuck mighthave had a chance because of his looks. He was about to blow it though, if he didn’t back the fuck up.
“Whoopdee-fuckin-doo, you guessed correctly. Now move, please.” You snap with a roll of your eyes. The mans eyes narrows at you, glazing over with some dark look as he obviously gets annoyed with your answer. Good, hopefully he’d back off some, at least ask for your number so you can give it to him and then block him. Maybe. He was kinda fuckin’ hot.
Instead of straightening up, the man leans in even closer, dwarfs your body until you’re almost completely hidden by his thick form. You narrow your eyes at him, watch how his gaze travels up and down your t-shirt and sweatpants clad body like you were half fuckin’ naked. He smiles, wide and crooked, leans a thick forearm on the wall above your head.
“Oh so, what, you’re only 21, 22?” He huffs amusedly, licks his lips at your shuffling feet. “You’re practically a fuckin’ baby.” He growls the words playfully, snickers when you frown and grip your ice cream and milk tighter.
“And you’re an old fucking creep. Now fuck off.” You snap, voice raising slightly as his looming form makes you quiver more than you want to. You try not to show how much this old fuck is actually equally scaring you and, ashamedly, turning you on. You want to both run and crash your mouth against his, bite his bottom lip, hear him whine. A huffing laughter brings you from your inner turmoil.
“M’not an ‘old fucking creep’, as you like to call it.” The man murmurs, pressing even closer until you feel his body warmth seeping through his thin shirt against your hand. “I’m a—what do you kids say nowadays?” He cocks an eyebrow, pauses in his advances toward you with a quiet hum before a light bulb lights in his mind. His grin is lecherous as he leans down to fit his mouth against the lobe of your ear.
“A dilf.”
You still can’t really pinpoint how you found yourself here, honestly. After his self declaration, you have to admit you said a few meanand unsavory things to the man. Internally, you knew it was because you wanted to work him up, get him agitated and wanting more, build him up by giving him your number just to ghost the old fuck by the time he actually contacted you.
So you don’t really know how you ended up bent over the trunk of his car, his broad chest plastered to your back, with three of his thick fingers fucking your sloppy cunt open. Yeah, it’s kinda hard trying to connect the dots with how good only his fingers feel inside of you, and the nasty shit he keeps panting into your ear.
“Little fuckin’ brat, aren’t ya? Just need someone to put you in your place. Ain’t that right?” He asks while pushing his thumb pointedly onto your clit, rubbing quickly as he grinds his erection onto your ass. You’re too fucked out to even form proper words, and the man—Toji, he finally told you his name was—hadn’t even fucked you yet. Just made you cum once already with his fingers in the almostempty grocery store parking lot.
“Want my cock, brat? Wanna fuck this ‘old fucking creep’ in an open parking lot, like the slut you are?” Toji snarls, pulls his thumb away to slap his whole palm against your clit as his thick fingers speed up inside of you. It creates a wet sloppy noise, embarrassing and loud in the quiet parking lot, as you try to hide your moans from where you dug your face into your arms. You yelp at the sudden snatch of your nape, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss from the side as you feel your orgasm creeping up closer and closer.
“Answer me, brat. Or I’ll leave you here just like this.” You don’t know Toji, but you know that by his tone, he isn’t fucking around. So you whine, spread your legs a little wider to fuck yourself back on the thick fingers that have slowed inside of you. You whimper against his lips, against the scar that twitches when you trace it with your tongue.
“Fuck me, cmon old man, fuck me.” It’s not the response he was expecting, but fuck, if that wasn’t even better. Toji snarls, rips his hands from your dripping cunt, slaps wet fingers against your ass to make it sting. You whine, wiggle your ass enticingly as you hear him ripping open a condom with his teeth, gasping when you feel his cockhead quickly breach your entrance.
Toji wastes no time in sheathing his full, fat cock entirely inside of you. Doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, a moment to breathe. Just grips your leg under your knee, hoists it up to your chest as he rests it in the crook of his elbow, slaps your clit, and starts fucking you like he’s trying to break you. Like he wants to rip you into two with his cock alone, split you open and tear you anew until you can only whine for him to pull you back together.
“Toji—fuck!” You’re coming in seconds, coating his cock and the condom in cream that slides down to make a mess of his dark curly pubes. He groans at the sight, hikes your leg up higher, fucks you so hard that his car rocks with the intensity of it.
“Dumb fuckin’ brat,” he growls, lands another harsh slap on your still spasming cunt as he leans forward to dig his canines into your exposed shoulder. You have to muffle your screams with your palm, lest the worker that’s standing near the entrance finally catch onto why the car seems to rock in a steady rhythm.
“Smart fuckin’ mouth you got on ya. Gonna stuff it with my dick the next time, make you choke around me.” He seems to be rambling on to himself, keeps digging his teeth into your skin to whisper the words against the bite marks.
“Toji, fuck—m’about to—gonna—again—fuck!” The words are tumbling out of your mouth as you reach your third high, poor cunt abused and sore as the older man keeps fucking into you with the same brutal intensity that your old college flings could never match. He holds you up like you’re a rag doll, laughing when your body goes limp and when you whimper at every snap of his hips.
“That’s it, what a good little hole for me. Clenchin’ all around me, all you needed was some dick. Huh, brat?” Toji laughs, strained and huffy as his balls slap soundly against your ass, the clap loud and resounding in the silent parking lot. He reaches his hand up from where it was still grazing your cunt, inches up higher and higher until he grips your chin. He makes you nod your head, laughing again at your squeal when his grip makes you hike your leg up higher, make his cock reach even deeper.
When he hits that sweet lil soft spot inside of you, you go limp, boneless, mouth forever gaped open as you make a mess around the fat cock inside of you. Toji only groans, abandons your chin to instead grip your throat instead. He guides you through your orgasm as he reaches his own, moans deep and heavy into the crook of your neck, bites at the already bruised flesh to hide his noises. You feel him fill the condom up, feel how warm it gets, and you almost wish he would’ve fucked you raw, stranger or not. God, you were disgusting.
Toji sucks in a deep breath, finally guides your leg down slowly as he starts to pull his softening cock from inside of your gaping walls. You whine when he lets go of you, legs shaking and weak as you crash against the trunk of the car for support. He only laughs, pats your ass condescendingly as he straightens himself up.
“Give me your number, brat. You were a fun little bratty hole to use.” God, you were gonna strangle the old fuck one day. One day—but definitely not today, if the shake of your legs had anything to say about it.