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you have fresh baked cookies piled up on a tray, just barely cooled down enough to not fall apart as you head out your front door. you can hear a nickelback song playing out beyond the yard, peering over to the neighbor's house.
your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the sight, a toddler playing in the grass with some sticks and the hottest man you've ever laid your eyes on using the bottom of his shirt to wipe a sheen of sweat off his forehead.
his abs are on full view, your eyebrows raising as you just stand there awkwardly. you shake your head to get back into your own world, walking over with a nervous smile.
you can smell freshly cut grass and the stink of oil, the sound of metal clinking as he fiddles with a tool.
he's covered in grease, an old beat up 1960's corvette propped up on a jack with the hood open. he sees you out of the corner of his eye, looking at you with a smirk tugging at his lips.
"uh, hi! i'm your new neighbor, i just wanted to bring some cookies over and introduce myself." you say in a kind voice, watching the way the toddler looks over at you and runs over.
"oooo can i have one? please daddy?" the boy asks, and the man sighs and wipes his greasy hands on his jeans. he stands up, literally towering over you.
you flush at how big he is, trying to look anywhere else that's not his bulging biceps. he takes the tray out of your hands, "thanks, sweetheart. here megumi, only one for now."
he hands the cookie to the little boy and he eats it in a rush, eyes lighting up. "wow, this is so yummy!" he beams, walking over to you and staring up at you.
"can you be my new mommy?"
you cough back a laugh, a smile forming on your face at the cute boy.
he wipes his hands on his jeans, towering over you, and says with a small grin, “sorry about him. i’m toji. nice to meet you.”
before you know it, you’re finding excuses to go over and chat with your older neighbor. every glance lingers a second too long, every handoff of cookies charged with unspoken electricity.
then, one weekend evening, after his son’s been sent away, he asks you to come over for dinner.
you're anxious, dressed in a cute little sundress that you pick at while you breathe in deeply. you knock at the door and hear his footsteps approach, the door cracking open and his dark eyes looking you up and down.
you can smell food cooking in the kitchen, soft glow of lights coating the house. he's got a lopsided grin on his face as he widens the door to let you walk through.
"thanks for inviting me over." you say, turning around to catch a glimpse of him staring at your ass.
he nods slowly, looking up to your eyes without a beat. "of course. gotta do somethin' nice for my sweet neighbor."
there's a certain tone he uses when he talks to you in private, one that sends heavy heat between your thighs. you can't help the way you nibble on your bottom lip, quickly looking in the direction of the kitchen.
"what'd you make?"
he comes closer to you, hand brushing against your lower back. you swallow hard, looking back and up to meet his eyes. you can tell he doesn't care about dinner anymore.
his blackened hands settle on your hips, "ya know, i don't think either of us care about dinner as much as we're pretendin' to."
your breath hitches, and you stop pretending like he's wrong. you lean up on your tip toes, lips crashing against his. he reacts immediately to the touch, kissing you back hungrily.
his fingers dig into the fat on your hips, sliding down until he's cupping your ass and pulling you flush into his large frame.
you gasp into the kiss, clash of teeth and tongue that turns into something heavier by the second. your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck, fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
his tongue massages into yours, tasting of whiskey and something minty. you can smell that oil and aftershave on him, an addicting combination.
you don't want to stop.
he pulls back for a moment, hands leaving your ass to pull you in the direction of the kitchen. he lifts you up and places you onto that counter across from the stove, dress lifting up in the process.
his eyes fall to that wet patch coating your cotton panties and he smirks, dirty thumb brushing against it and pressing in. "such a needy little thing, aren't you?"
you whine at the touch, hips twitching against his touch as he starts rubbing you through the fabric until it's soaked through completely.
your clit is screaming for attention, grinding into his touch to feel even a little friction. but his other hand holds you still, grip rough and clearly warning you to chill.
eventually he slides your panties aside, licking his lips as he stares at your glistening pussy. "fuck, a pretty pussy too? poor thing's beggin' to be touched." he smirks.
he tugs at his jeans, the slide of leather through belt loops as he drops his belt onto the floor. once he pulls his cock out, you look down at it with wide eyes.
it's fucking massive - how's that supposed to fit?
"ya like it?" he asks, and you nod sheepishly. "good, 'cause this isn't the only time i'm fuckin' you."
and with that he guides the tip in, your eyes rolling back and head slamming into the cabinets behind you. each thick inch of him causes your breath to stutter.
once he bottoms out, he's groaning in your ear. "fuckkkkk, it's takin' everythin' in me to not be rough with you."
"t-then do it." you stutter out in a whisper, chest heaving as you feel his hands on your hips squeeze harshly.
"don't know what you're askin' for." he mutters, but starts a brutal pace.
he slides you closer to the edge of the counter, gripping you hard as loud slaps start bellowing out. you can hear the desperate sizzle of the pan across from you, but the way he's fucking you drowns that all out.
you're crying out with each brutal push of his cock in you, the tip brushing into a spot that has you seeing stars. your hands are gripping his shoulders, fingernails digging into the fabric.
his hands slide down to your thighs, gripping onto them as he pulls your legs up until they're up at his shoulders now, feet hanging so he can drive even deeper.
the counter creaks under the weight of his aggression, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the kitchen alongside the frantic, rhythmic pop of the grease on the stove.
those dirty fingers reach for your clit, rubbing harsh tight circles into the sensitive nub until you're screaming out as you cum hard.
every wave of your orgasm causes your pussy to clamp around him, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his hips stutter at the feeling. you can tell he's getting closer.
"such a dirty fuckin' girl. knew you were gonna be trouble the moment i saw you." he rasps out, cock still hitting that sweet spot with every brutal thrust.
he increases the speed, his movements becoming a blur of friction and force. your head thumps rhythmically against the cabinet, the world narrowing down to the feeling of him filling you more than you knew possible.
the smell of burnt pasta and meat fills the air, a smell that has your nose crinkle in disgust behind those moans. but he doesn't care, he just continues fucking into you.
once he finishes, he's groaning out and stilling while fully sheathed in you. you can feel the heat of his cum, each spurt a delicious warmth that coats your pussy.
after he's done, he pulls out of you and pulls your panties back over your beat up pussy. he tucks himself back in his pants and buckles his belt back up, looking at you as if none of that happened.
he glances behind his shoulder, at the burnt food, and gives you a devious smirk. "well, food's burnt. guess we gotta go pick somethin' up. my treat."
he takes you to a diner in that corvette, loud engine whirring and cum pooling in your panties. you wouldn't have wanted your night to go any other way than this.