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The night was peaceful, with barely any cars on the road you were driving along. It was your favourite part of the day, the drive back from an extra-long shift at the hospital. Your landlord had just jacked up the rent again, and you needed the extra shifts to make ends meet. You were also short-staffed today, so you and the other nurses had to pick up a lot of the slack.
Normally, you’d be heading home during rush hour, with far too many cars honking and people rushing to get home to their families. Thankfully, the drive at 2am on a weekday looked very different. Still, you sighed, knowing there was no one and nothing particularly exciting waiting for you at home. Just more cleaning, meal prep, and laundry. Day in, day out.
You supposed the drive home was your only respite in the boredom that was your life these days. You almost didn’t want to get home, knowing you’d have to get onto the next chore instantly, when you were already so dead tired. Driving leisurely, you opted to listen to a sexy RnB playlist you’d saved on Spotify the other day, which was an instant mood-lifter.
The dark night expanse ahead you was broken only by your headlights, as you cruised along the part of the road that now had no other cars but yours. You were feeling the music, slightly moving your body along to the lyrics. So immersed in the vibe of the night, you didn’t notice the small red symbol on your dashboard flickering. It had been there for about half an hour, but you didn’t know or care what it meant.
You coasted along, still vibing to the music, when suddenly your headlights dimmed.
Huh. Weird.
And then your stereo cut out. The sudden silence swallowed the car.
What’s happening?
Your steering got heavy all of a sudden and your dashboard went black.
Your stomach dropped. Suddenly things didn’t seem so vibey.
You focused on steering as hard right as you could, to get to the side of the road.
The dread crept in when the car rolled to a stop, at the edge of the road, now with no other cars in sight.
Great. I’m stranded…
You tried your best not to panic, but didn’t know what could’ve possibly gone wrong. The image of the flickering symbol on your dashboard flashed in your head. You cursed yourself for not paying more attention back when your ex was teaching you about your dashboard indicators and what they meant.
You whipped out your phone, only to feel your stomach sink when you remembered you’d run out of data about a week ago. Of course. You’d insisted on the cheapest plan available. Now you couldn’t look anything up, and you didn’t have any repair shop numbers saved.
Okay. So what were your options?
You didn’t know anyone in the new city you’d moved to seven months ago for work. Until about two months ago, you’d been dating your ex, and he had been the closest thing you had to a local connection. When the relationship ended, what lingered most wasn’t heartbreak so much as the realization that you were now entirely on your own here. No friends and no coworkers you could rely on.
For a moment, you wondered if calling the police was an option, but it felt excessive for a stalled car. There had to be someone else to try first, surely? Roadside assistance, maybe. A tow truck. Nope, you didn’t know contact numbers for either.
A face popped in your head, and your pulse stumbled.
No way in hell am I calling that guy.
You hesitantly scrolled through your contacts, taking in a deep breath as you spotted his name saved on your phone.
‘Toji Repair Guy’
You remembered him very well, although you had only met twice, both within the first three months of moving into your new apartment. You’d requested a few fixes from your landlord for issues with the dishwasher and laundry.
The first time he showed up, he was in a loose T-shirt and black pants, looking you up and down as you opened the door, making you self-conscious. He gave you a curt greeting and got straight to work, not bothering with small talk. You remembered thinking he was extremely attractive, his large frame imposing even under the loose T-shirt he had on. You let him do his thing but stayed in the room while he worked. You offered him some water, your hands brushed briefly, and that was the end of the interaction.
The second time you requested a repair, about two months later — just after you’d started dating your ex — he came around again, this time in a tight black compression shirt and grey sweatpants. You remembered opening the door and instantly feeling guilty for the thoughts that swarmed your head. You tried not to look at him too much, knowing your eyes were itching to trail down his body, all hard muscles and ridges. But he must’ve noticed your internal battle because when he caught you glancing at him once, he gave you a cocky smirk that made your heart pound. After he’d fixed the dishwasher, he lingered a bit longer than necessary, making some small talk this time, his deep voice giving you all kinds of thoughts with the two of you alone in that apartment. You eventually dropped a casual mention of your boyfriend into the conversation, although you knew it was mostly to ease your own conscience and quiet the thoughts in your head. He did leave his business card, though, and something in you compelled you to save his number in your phone. He left soon after, and you thought about that interaction an embarrassing amount in the days that followed —though you eventually forgot all about him.
Standing there now, your car broken down in the middle of an empty road, your pulse quickened at the thought of calling him, and you hated it. There was nothing between you two, so why was it making you nervous? More importantly, would he even know how to fix a car?
Still, you knew your options were practically non-existent. You toyed with the idea a bit longer, trying to rehearse a script on the off chance he did pick up.
Eventually, you hit call, your heart hammering against your chest.
It rang for a good forty-five seconds before you heard a click on the other end. The bastard had cut the call. But now you were desperate — maybe he was still awake?
You tried again. It rang for another thirty seconds before he finally picked up.
“Who is this?” an extremely annoyed voice asked on the other end, and you felt a shiver, suddenly reminded of just how deep his voice was.
You gathered your thoughts before answering. “Hey, you probably don’t remember me, but you helped me with some appliance fixes a few months ago, and you left your business card, so I thought I’d give you a call. My car broke down in the middle of the road, and I don’t really have the number of anyone who could help. I just thought maybe you’d know what to do,” you said, only slightly stumbling over your hurried words.
There was a pause, which made you rush to fill it. “Sorry, I know it’s super late. I just didn’t know who to call. I mean, I don’t even know if you’d know how to fix a car. Sorry.”
Another pause.
“You’re a client? What’s your name?” his voice came after what felt like an eternity.
You gave him your name, and he grunted. You had no idea whether he remembered you or not. You thought you vaguely heard a woman’s voice on the other end and got curious. Was he taken? Married?
He then asked for your location and you gave it to him, thankful that you were good with remembering street names and directions.
“I’ll be there in 20,” he said, hanging up. You felt some small relief that he had agreed to come help, but you were also nervous.
The wait felt like an eternity, with your anxiety growing every second. Not a single car had passed by in the time you were waiting. You weren’t even worried about your car anymore, you were more worried about seeing the attractive man after so long. And now completely alone, with no one around. You suddenly felt really stupid. Had you really just given a man you didn’t know and had met all of two times, your location, knowing you were completely helpless, stranded and alone in the middle of the night?
If he chose to hurt you here, no one would even find your body until a good amount of time passed. Well, it was too late to worry about that. Besides, as strong as he seemed, and even though there was a hint of danger about him, you suspected it wasn’t the kind that would hurt you.
After what felt like a lifetime, you saw headlights flashing in the distance, slowly getting closer. You felt nervous and relieved all at once. You weren’t sure if it was him, but you stood near the door of your car anyway, looking expectantly at the approaching vehicle.
His pickup truck slowed to a halt behind your car, and you took a deep breath. The headlights dimmed, and you finally caught a glimpse of the man in the driver’s seat.
Toji stepped out of the truck without looking at you and went to the back, pulling out a large toolbox. Finally, he walked over, his expression unreadable. Had he somehow gotten even bigger since you last saw him?
You arranged your face into an apologetic smile. “So sorry to have called you out so late. I really appreciate you coming so quickly.”
He nodded, his eyes boring into yours. There was another pause as he set his toolbox down before he said, “So, what happened?”
You gave him a rundown of how your car broke down, and he listened quietly. You didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over your figure. A slow warmth stirred in your core, and you tried not to let it show. He seemed like a man of few words, yet you couldn’t ignore the strange tension between you. Were you the only one feeling it?
When you finished explaining, he simply said, “Sounds like your battery’s shot. I’ll try a jump, but you’re probably gonna need a new one."
You nodded, and he got to work. You stood nearby, slightly awkward, as he got in his pickup again to park in front of your car, opened your hood and began working.
Your thoughts drifted to the woman’s voice you thought you’d heard over the phone. “Did I wake you up? Do you usually work this late?”
He spared you a glance as he said slowly, “Nah. I was chillin’.”
You wondered what that meant, frustrated by his lack of detail, though you knew you had no right to be.
“What about you?” he asked, surprising you with the question. “Where ya driving to so late?”
You tried to be just as cryptic. “Just vibing.”
Silence. You hesitated, then caved, “I was coming home from a shift.”
“At two?”
“I work at the hospital.”
That got his attention. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He gave a small nod.
“Makes more sense.”
You tilted your head. “What did you think?”
He popped the hood and clipped the red cable onto your car’s battery terminal. He smirked without looking up from the engine. “Thought maybe you were out makin’ bad decisions.”
You felt heat creep into your cheeks. “I wasn’t. I’m not like that.”
“Relax sweetheart,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Just messin’ with ya.”
You tried not to react to the nickname he said so casually, like he wasn’t aware of what it did to you.
He connected the black clamp to a metal bolt under the hood, then walked back to his truck and started the engine. The low rumble filled the quiet road. After a minute, he leaned against the open hood of your car. “Though,” he added, “don’t think I buy it when ya say you’re not like that.”
You snorted. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Know enough,” he said lightly.
You couldn’t help feeling your core stirring again. Was he flirting?
“I heard a woman on the phone earlier,” you said, trying to sound indifferent. “Sounds like you were the one makin’ bad decisions.”
He looked at you from the corner of his eye, amused. “You keep tabs on all the men who fix your appliances?”
“I’m just saying,” you replied. “Felt bad if I interrupted something.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Worried about who I’m sleepin’ with now?”
You rolled your eyes. “Hardly.”
He pushed off the hood. “Alright. Get in and try starting it.”
You slid into your driver’s seat and turned the key, leaving the door open. The engine coughed once, then roared to life. Relief washed over you. “Oh my God. Thank you. Seriously.”
He walked back over and carefully removed the cables, one clamp at a time. “Let it run for a bit,” he said. “Battery’s probably drained. You might need a new one soon.”
He shut your hood with a firm press and dusted off his hands. “Don’t mind a ruined night if I get paid for it,” he added casually.
Your stomach dropped. You had completely forgotten about payment.
“How much do I owe you?”
He considered it for a second. “Hundred and fifty. Late-night call-out fee.”
Even you knew that was steep, he was clearly upcharging. But more importantly, you had no cash on you.
“Uh… do you take card?” you asked apprehensively.
He looked at you like you’d just told a joke. “You think I carry around a card machine?”
You just stared at him and he sighed. “Don’t tell me you got no cash.”
“I got no cash,” you said sheepishly. A quiet laugh left him, low and disbelieving. “So I drop everything, drive out here, fix your car… and I don’t even get paid?”
“I can pay you tomorrow. If you come by around six? I can try to get off early—” He cut you off with a sharp look.
“Now I gotta drive another forty minutes to your place tomorrow just to collect?”
You hadn’t considered that. “I’m really sorry. I totally forgot about payment.”
He clicked his tongue, jaw tightening slightly. “You always this unprepared?” he asked, not unkindly, just assessing.
You bristled nonetheless. “I didn’t plan on breaking down.”
“No,” he agreed. “But ya decided to call me.”
You folded your arms. “I didn’t have anyone else.”
Something shifted in his expression at that. For a moment, neither of you spoke.
“What about your boyfriend?”
So he did remember you from back then.
“We broke up.”
Another pause.
“So,” he said slowly, “what exactly were you thinkin’ when you hit my number?”
Your throat felt dry. “That you’d be able to help.”
“And that’s it?”
You held his gaze. “Isn’t that enough?” His eyes dropped briefly to your mouth, then back up again.
“Maybe,” he said quietly. “Why not the cops? They’d have helped.”
“I didn’t wanna be a bother,” you said quietly.
“Didn’t wanna bother the cops, but had no problem ringin’ up a guy you barely knew at two a.m. to get him to drop everything for ya.”
You didn’t know what he was getting at. Silence stretched between you. The engine hummed steadily behind you, your headlights cutting through the dark.
You stepped closer without meaning to, looking up at him. “I really appreciate you coming.”
His eyes flicked down to where you stood too close, then back up to your face.
“Appreciate, huh?” he murmured. You swallowed. “Yeah.”
He stepped closer, not enough to touch, just enough that you were aware of the heat radiating off of him.
“There’s other ways to show appreciation,” he said, voice low.
Your pulse jumped at his boldness. “Like what?”
His gaze held yours, steady and unreadable.
“You tell me.”
The air felt thicker now.
You crossed your arms, trying to steady yourself. “You’re not serious.”
A faint smirk took over his features. “You called me at two in the morning.”
“That was just about my car.”
“Was it?”
Your breath caught slightly, and you knew he noticed.
He leaned in enough that his voice brushed your ear. “See, I think you were feelin’ a little lonely,” he said softly. “Were you hopin’ I’d take care of that too?”
Your heart was pounding now. You had no idea whether he was joking.
“Am I supposed to be your replacement for whatever woman you left hanging?” you shot back.
His smirk deepened. “Sounds like she really got under your skin, pretty thing.”
Heat pooled low in your stomach.
“But to answer your question —no.” His hand lifted slowly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Don’t think I haven’t thought about you since that day at your apartment,” he added, voice low.
“What?” you breathed.
“C’mon now,” he murmured. “I know you felt it too. If you’d been single…” His thumb traced lightly along your jaw before he pulled back just enough to look at you. “I’d have made a move right then.”
Something bold took over you. “Well I’m single now. What are you gonna do about it?”
A glint flashed in his eyes, followed by a slow grin. “Careful,” he warned quietly.
“I know a way you can take your payment right now,” you pushed.
That was all it took.
His hands found your waist before you could overthink it, and in one smooth motion he lifted you. You gasped, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as your balance shifted.
“You sure about this?” he asked, voice low but steady.
You nodded.
He turned, setting you back against the hood of his truck, the metal cool against your spine. His hands gripped firm at your hips, keeping you there, your thighs on either side of his torso.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he murmured.
You wrapped your legs around him tighter in response.
A large palm slid from your hip to the hem of your shirt, his fingers teasing along the sensitive skin there. You let out a soft moan. He took his time exploring the curve of your waist and trailed his hands across your ribs before finally tugging the fabric up and off completely. The cool night air hit your skin, making you slightly shiver.
Toji’s eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of you laid out beneath him, now only in a flimsy bra. His palm flattened against your stomach possessively before drifting up to cup one breast through the thin material.
“Such a pretty sight,” he purred softly, his voice rumbling through you. Your arched your back upward and unhooked your bra clasp, and he immediately pulled it off your body, watching your breasts spill out. The pad of his thumb rubbed over one nipple until it pebbled under his touch. Toji leaned down to capture the other breast in his mouth, sucking on it, all teeth and tongue and barely restrained desire.
You could feel his hardening length now pressing against your clothed core, and you let out another moan. “Toji…” you breathed. “More.”
He took your lips in a rough kiss, while calloused thumbs circled and pinched at the hardened peaks of your breasts until you were arching up into his touch with needy whimpers.
His kisses turned sloppy and urgent as his hands roamed over every inch of exposed skin. He nipped sharply at your bottom lip before trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. You moaned louder, grinding into his length, wanting him inside you already.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded hoarsely, sucking a dark mark onto the side of your neck. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Please Toji,” you begged. “Need you inside me.”
Toji's hands made quick work of your jeans, tugging them down along with your panties until you were bare before him. He took a moment to admire the sight, eyes roving hungrily over your pussy, wet and glistening for him.
“Already so wet for me baby?” He rocked his hips forward, his cock pressing against you, broad shoulders looming over you.
“What if someone drives by?” you breathed out with the little sense you still had left.
"Someone drives by?" he repeated with a chuckle. "Let them see what a slut you are for me."
The words sent a shiver down your spine as Toji's fingers found your slick heat. He groaned at how wet you already were, two digits pushing inside without preamble. "So fucking tight," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "I can't wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock."
Toji pumped his fingers in and out roughly, curling them just right to hit that spot deep inside that made stars explode behind your eyelids. His thumb rubbed firm circles on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Come on my fingers like a good girl," he ordered gruffly. "Show me how badly you need it."
The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your own moans filled the empty road as he works you over. Toji's free hand gripped the back of your thigh hard enough to bruise as he spread you wider for his ministrations.
His fingers pistoned in and out of you at a relentless pace, pushing you higher and higher until your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. He muffled your cries with his mouth, swallowing every moan and whimper greedily. The hand on your thigh tightened as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. Toji growled into the kiss, grinding the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit to prolong the aftershock.
As soon as you started to come down from the high, he was pulling away just long enough to free his aching cock from its confines. Toji lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing the swollen head through your slick folds teasingly.
"Fuck," he gritted out. "I can't wait any longer."
With one hard thrust of his hips, Toji sheathed himself fully inside you.
The breath punched out of him at how tight and wet you are.
"You feel so good on my cock," he grunted. "Fucking perfect."
Toji set a brutal pace, hips slamming into yours over and over as he chased his own release. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined moans echoed through the night air.
One hand gripped your hip while the other tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to bare the column of your throat. Toji leaned down to bite and suck at the sensitive skin there.
Toji's thrusts quickened as he neared his peak, each one grinding deep inside you and hitting that spot that made your toes curl. He leaned back slightly to watch where you were connected, eyes dark with lust.
"Where do you want my cum?" he asked roughly. "Inside this tight little pussy or all over these perfect tits?"
The words pulled a second wave of orgasm from you, Toji’s erratic thrusts letting you ride your high. “Tits,” you managed to moan out.
"I'm going to paint these fucking tits white."
You felt euphoric, even as Toji pulled out abruptly. With a guttural groan, he came hard all over your stomach and breasts. Thick ropes of pearly cum splattered across your skin as he milked every last drop from his throbbing length.
“Fuck yes…” he breathed out finally.
Toji took a moment to admire his handiwork, eyes roving over your cum-covered body with a satisfied smirk. He leaned down to capture your lips in one last filthy kiss before pulling away.
For a few seconds, neither of you moved.
Your breathing slowly evened out as he stepped back just enough to look at you properly. His hair was slightly disheveled, shirt stuck to his sweaty torso, chest rising steadily. You were suddenly hyper-aware of how you were completely naked on the hood of your car on a public road.
His eyes dragged over you in a slow sweep, a surprisingly gentle smile on his face. You felt your own gaze doing the same, taking in the broad lines of his shoulders, the solid build of him.
Something softer settled between you. He picked up your clothes off the ground and dusted it off, helping you get dressed again.
“Think any ice cream places are open this late?” he asked casually. “I could go for something sweet after that.”
The question hung in the air between you for a long moment before you responded.
“I’ve got some at home. Just stay over at mine,” you suggested with a small smile. “We can get some sleep, and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
“Shit,” he said with a quiet chuckle, “can’t say no to free breakfast.”
“You deserve it after that.”