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“Fucking great!” you exclaimed, seething full of anger and annoyance. Your tire got trashed, lucky for you, you were still able to roll onto the next pull-in. It was 11 pm, the parking lot was full of trucks and no help was near. “How am I supposed to get home now?”
There was no other outlet for your anger than that damn tire, so you kicked it. Regretting it immediately after, you hissed in pain and jumped around for a moment. You were trying to drive back home for the weekend, college sucked the soul out of you with the many exams and assignments and now you needed to rest.
That rest was currently escaping your vision, it looked like an uncomfortable night in your car seat and a long wait for a tow, taking you back to college again. Goodbye homemade food and goodbye wonderful crackers that only your mom knew how to excel perfectly.
A heavy sigh escaped your throat when you sat down on your engine hood. It was either that or finding someone who was able to help you change the tires. But no one seemed to be awake, all the trucks stood there, no light inside and no soul cared to walk around this place at nearly midnight.
You needed a drink. Water, of course, in case someone suddenly would be sent by god to help you fix this shit and you could continue to drive back home. Leaning over your front seat to grab the water bottle you put in the back, you suddenly stilled. Steps that seemed to get closer to you were clear to hear and you didn’t know if you should be glad or cry out for help.
“I saw you kickin’ that tire back there, seemed like you’d need a hand,” a dark timbre voice muttered from behind you, sounding beautifully raspy and broken down. “My truck’s back there, come along and I’ll get you that new tire on, yeah?”
Slowly turning, you held a tight lipped smile until you saw the tall man in front of you. He had a mullet, silver hair, very country. Wide eyes but a gorgeous smile with dimples, broad frame and handsome overall.
“And who are you?” You asked dismissively, not showing how much he intrigued you.
“Name’s Namjoon, but I could ask you the same, beautiful.” He carried himself like he clearly knew how attractive he was, seeming like the hero with a cape with the way he suddenly appeared and offered his help.
Coming back to his truck seemed risky, but you never once were the type to think situations like these over. Nodding slowly, you gave him your name, held out your hand for him to shake and muttered, “then show me that truck of yours, Namjoon.”
He smirked, shook your hand with a confident grip on it and your skin tingled when he pulled away.
He led the way, walking across the parking lot to a truck, color not visible because of the dark that was enveloping you. “What do I get for helping the Lady, anyway?” He suddenly asked, glint in his eyes when he turned to you, hand still holding onto the door handle to the front of his truck.
You curled a strand of your hair around your finger, bit your lip and licked across it right after. Your eyes traveled up his figure and he didn’t miss it. “Being on the road must be lonely?” You asked, seemingly off topic but you knew where you were headed with this.
Namjoon stepped closer, nodded to your question. “I’m sure I could do you a favor, too,” you purred, seductive with the way you put your hand on his shoulder, letting it glide down to his wrist. You held your hand there for a bit, moving it only when he chuckled and invaded your space even more.
“Yeah? I think so too, pretty.” He pulled you into his frame with a hold on your waist and leaned down, breath fanning across your lips. “Let’s get up in there and you can show me that favor of yours.”
Anticipation shook your body, watching Namjoon open the door and when he held his hand out to help you up the steps, he smacked your ass and jumped in right after you. The space was quite roomie, a mattress behind the two front seats that was decorated just like any normal bed would be. You couldn’t dwell on it longer, Namjoon turned you around and held your face close.
“You sure about this?” He murmured, lips moved only a hair’s width away from your own. There was almost a ghost of his lips on yours, stealing a gasp from you when he walked towards his bed with you still firm in his hold.
You hummed, raising your arms to hold onto his shirt on his sides. “Yeah, you got condoms?” He groaned, pushing his lips the final space and kissing you. It took you by surprise, but you moved your lips with his, holding his plump bottom lip between yours and humming into the kiss.
Just for a second to speak, Namjoon retreated, “yeah, got ‘em right there,” before he kissed you again, moved his head to deepen the connection and pushed you forward until your knees hit the bed and you fell onto it. He had to hold himself up, standing and quickly he rummaged through the glove box, showing you the foil packet.
Like a predator he stalked towards you, wicked grin on his face and he crooked his finger, “take those clothes off, pretty. Show me what I’m working with.”
You stood up, taking his face in between your hands and kissing him, before you pushed Namjoon on the bed and slowly touched your body. From your breasts to your hips, you slowly skimmed across your figure, stood between his spread legs and tested his patience. He growled, slapping your ass again and with the movement, you stepped a bit closer.
With a giggle, you started to raise your shirt, showing the first sliver of skin to him and immediately, his big hands touched your stomach, holding your hips. He watched close as you raised the fabric more, slowly your bra started to show and without much more patience yourself, you threw the top off. He blew a kiss right over your belly button and hovered his hands over your sides.
“Beautiful, more,” he urged, eyes hungry. You obliged, moved your hands down to your Jeans. Unbuttoning them was easy, but to get out of them proved a bit harder, especially when you tried to make it sexy. Nevertheless, Namjoon soaked up all the skin he got to see, helping you stand stable when you stepped out of the pants.
He slid his hands across your thighs and didn’t notice when you moved up to unclasp your bra, removing the thin straps. It dropped into Namjoon’s lap and he looked into your eyes with lust, reached up to kiss your breast. He held one in his hand, sucking your nipple into his mouth and playing with it until you whimpered, put your hand on his shoulders and slowly drove them up towards his hair.
Just when you were about to continue with your underwear, he grabbed your hands, held them together with one of his own before he looked up at you. “I’ll do the honor,” he said, lazy in his tone and you let him, willingly removing your hands and holding them back.
He didn’t tease them down your legs like you would’ve done. He ripped them down the length of your thighs, pulled you closer to his face with his hands on your ass and made you fall across his lap. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty pussy. Did you plan to get fucked tonight? Why else would you wear this skimpy shit, hm?” He referred to your undergarments, laughing at your pathetic mewl as he spanked you again, taking a hold of your bottom lip with his teeth.
He pressed your lips together for another kiss, opening his mouth and you got the hint, doing the same and letting your tongues twist around each other.
The cabin of his truck was quiet other than the wet noises your lips made and the small moans you let out, high in pitch and shaky with anticipation.
Namjoon suddenly threw you off of him, to the side and stood up himself. His pants were off much quicker than yours were, just as his buttoned shirt. Your eyes were fixed onto his face, the sinful expression he carried when he hooked his thumbs into the boxershorts he was lastly wearing. Only now, you noticed that he took off his shoes already when you were stripping down in front of his eyes.
He removed the last fabric and stroked his shaft up and down, already erect and you couldn’t help but gaze down and watch him work himself up.
“Must admit, I didn’t think I’d be fucking tonight. But with the way you’re basically throwing your little cunt at me, how could I not give in, huh?” He murmured, climbing onto the mattress and letting go of his penis. You gasped at his foul words, pushing yourself up on your elbows to reach towards Namjoon. He was almost on top of you, letting you connect your lips with his for only a short moment before he sat back on his knees.
You whined at the loss of contact, looked back down onto his erection and watched Namjoon as he unpacked the condom and rolled it onto himself. With another few glides across his shaft, he made sure the condom was on and looked back up at you, biting his lip. “You look so ready to get fucked by a stranger, what a fucking slut you are,” he groaned taking your hips and raising them, pulling you close by your thighs and spreading you over his lap.
Full view of your glistening cunt, he licked over his lips and slid his hand up your inner thigh. Without you asking, he rubbed across your clit before he pushed a single finger in, up to the last knuckle. You keened with the feeling, breath hitching but you were greedy. “More, please,” you asked with a breathy voice.
He curled his finger up before he removed it, pushing back with not two but three of his fingers and smirking up at your face. You moaned loudly, without shame and looked at Namjoon with pleading eyes. He cursed when he saw and felt you clenching around his fingers and he pumped into you a few times, before he deemed you prepped enough.
“Gonna split this tiny pussy open,” Namjoon growled, looking into your eyes. He leaned down to your face and kissed you, sloppily and trailed down to your chin, your jaw and finally your neck. He bit into your skin, sucking and you gasped his name. His distractions helped ebb the pain of his head finally entering but the more he pushed in, the bigger he seemed to get.
After half of his length sat inside of you, he paused, checking in on you and kissing you with his mouth open, tongue across yours. You moaned when you were ready, pushing against him to make him move. Without much hesitation, he first pulled back before he pumped into you with his full length. You threw your head back, clawing at his shoulders and his back, taking what he was giving you.
Namjoon pushed himself up after he thrusted into you with strong hips, taking your ankles into his hands and placing them onto his shoulders. The new winkle pushed him deeper and he came closer, pushing your legs up against you and plowing into you, ankles tight in his grip.
“Ah, Namjoon,” you moaned. “You’re so big, I’m so full!” He moaned at your hurried words, slamming his hips even harder against you. “Mmm, you’re fucking me so good.”
“Yeah? Can’t get enough of this cock? Your tiny fucking cunt can’t even take me,” he grunted, sweat gliding down his temple. His words were breathless, just like yours and he put your ankles back onto his shoulders to grip your thighs, slapping your ass and making the sensitive skin swell red. “I’m gonna fuck you so full of my cum, you’ll think of me for days.”
“I want all of you, fuck, give it to me! Give me all you got,” you held your legs close to your chest to keep yourself open, breathing heavy. “Fill this pussy, make me feel even fuller!”
Your bodies grew sweaty, loud smacking sounds filled the truck and Namjoon’s thrust grew sloppy.
“You’re such a whore, bet I could piss inside of you and you’d love it,” he seethed, gabbing one of your breasts and smacking it. “You like being slapped, slut? Want me to hit you here, too?” He asked, tapping your cheek.
“Yes! Yes, fuck, Namjoon! All of it! I want all of it!” You cursed, raising your head to look into his face as you gave him your consent.
“Fuck,” he stuttered, slowing down his thrusts to give himself a break. He gave slow but hard slams into your hips and you gasped with every single one of them. He gripped your jaw, making you look at him and closing your mouth. “Whore,” he spat, slapping your cheek and you bowed your back with pleasure.
“You have no self respect, huh? Such a dumb fucking slut. Hold still and let me piss inside of you, that’s all you’re useful for. Fuck.” His words came out slurred, pleasure taking up his features and he retreated and removed his condom, looking back at you once more, before he plowed back into you. After a few thrusts,he stilled and warmth filled you.
Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back from the soft feeling of his piss filling your pussy. It wasn’t much, but you felt so full and so good being used by this man.
“God, such a good brainless bitch. Letting me ruin you like this.” Both of you didn’t need much more than this, he twisted your nipple with two fingers and reached between your legs to slap your cunt, harshly rubbing your clit and pinching it. He was rough in all ways and it made pleasure zap through all your nerves before your body started shaking. Namjoon pushed into you only once more before you clamped tightly around him, cumming as hard as you never did before.
You moaned his name loudly when you came, losing the hold on your thighs and letting them droop down. Namjoon moved slowly to heighten your orgasm, letting you come down before he quickened his movements once more, pulling out and jerking off with a rushed hand. He positioned his head on your clit and let his cum spurt onto your cunt, across your lower belly. He milked out the last drop of his sperm before he slumped down onto the mattress next to you.
Both of you needed to catch your breaths, chests raising with big intakes of air and a tear slipped down your cheek. “Fuck, that was so good.” You murmured into the air.
Namjoon groaned, “your cunt is a gift.”
At his comment you chuckled a bit, starting to get up and looking around the truck. You cringed at the feeling of his urine slowly dripping out of you. “Do you have tissues or something? Need to wipe your cum off.”
He sat up himself and moved your face to look at him. “No,” he said. Before you could retaliate, he scooted across the mattress and picked your slip up, “sluts like you don’t get to clean up. Get dressed,” Namjoon smirked, but you knew he was serious. Your stomach swirled with arousal at his assertiveness and you nodded, gulping.
He helped you get dressed when he noticed you legs shaking, laughing once you were done and laying flat on his bed. Namjoon got dressed himself and then opened the door, all the cold air immediately rushing into the stuffy room.
He jumped down onto the floor and looked up at where you still sat on his bed. “Gotta change a tire now,” Namjoon said with a wink.