a/n: mechanic kats i love u - lowk longer than i thought it’d be
your hands are on your hips, lips pouted as you look at the man exasperated. he’s under your hood grunting, muscles flexing and when he comes up his hair is slicked to his forehead and he has a scowl.
“tch, sit down.” he glares at you. “staring at my back isn’t gonna fix your car faster, sweetheart.”
“and where do you want me to sit?” you cross your arms. “it’s dirty.” you huff.
“shoulda called you princess.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.
“and what should i call you.” you raise your chin.
“katsuki is fine.” he walks past you. “not gonna sit on this stool i take it?” he sighs.
“it’s like.. dirty.” you turn to him.
he shakes his head, wondering why he even answered the tow trucks call. you clear your throat and he pushes stuff around on his table, grabbing a towel and setting it down. he turns to you with raised brows and you mimic his expression. he pats the table and your eyes go wide.
“c’mon. i got you a towel and everything.” his lips twitch up. “or what.. need me to lift you up? hm?” he walks over to you.
“no.” you click your tongue and walk over to the table.
you look at the table with a frown, looking down at your skirt and sighing. you drag the stool over for you to step onto, placing yourself on the towel and keeping your feet propped up on the stool. you squint your eyes at him, daring him to make another comment but he just turns on his heel and goes back to your car.
“so how long is this going to take?” you sigh, pulling out your phone.
“don’t know.” he shrugs. “maybe if you got regular maintenance..”
you ignore his comment and begin to scroll on your phone, occasionally glancing at him every couple of minutes. the sound of metal being pulled and scraped, clangs throughout the garage accompanied by more of his grunting.
after an hour you’re completely bored of your phone and go back to staring at him. his back muscles ripple with each movement, the white tank he’s wearing clinging perfectly to his body, now sweaty and covered in oil and grease. he sets his tool down and turns to you suddenly, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm.
“what?” he leans back against your car.
“what do you mean, what?” you purse your lips.
“i mean..” he starts walking over to you. “why are you staring at me?” he stops in front of you.
“mm.” he fake frowns. “why don’t you run into the shop and get me some water.”
“fine.” you sigh, though happy to be doing something.
you hold out your hand and he looks at you with raised brows. clearing your throat and extending it further, he grabs it and you hum, stepping down onto the stool and back onto the ground.
you smile up at him and pat his chest. “thanks.”
“you are a princess.” he clicks his tongue and walks back over to your car.
you walk into the main shop, it's dim and seems to be closed for the day. you look around spotting the cooler and smile when you spot the water. you grab one for yourself and turn to go back into the garage. when you step back in, your mouth goes dry and you stop in the doorway.
“thank you, princess.” he walks over to you.
his white tank is balled up on the floor, his muscles on full display, flexing with each step towards you. you’re staring at his chest, letting your eyes travel down to his abs and that delicious v line that disappears into his dark pants.
“my eyes are up here.” he tilts your chin up and you’re met with a grin.
“mhm.” you blink slowly up at him.
he takes off the lid of the water, taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact with you, even when some droplets drip down his neck. your tummy twists and you feel heat rise to your cheeks before you walk past him back to your spot. you climb up the stool and plop down on the table before looking at your car with a frown.
“what? don’t wanna stare at me anymore?” he chuckles.
“how much longer?” you glance at him.
“maybe an hour.” he shrugs.
he sets his water bottle on the ground next to him and goes back to working on your car. you can see every ripple and flex of his muscles, the little droplets of sweat that slide down his back. your thighs press together the longer you stare at him and you’re practically panting imagining him above you grunting and sweating like he is now.
“c’mere princess.” he turns to you.
“need you to come try to turn the car on so i can see what’s going on under here.” he walks over to you and offers you his hand.
you're too busy trying not to stare at him that your foot slips off the stool and he has to catch you. you’re smushed to his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your back and the other cupping the back of your head. he searches your eyes, making sure you're okay before he helps steady you.
“thanks.” you smile quickly, walking over to your car.
you slide into your drivers seat, glancing at him and waiting for him to tell you what to do. he makes his way back over to your hood and nods at you, telling you to start the car. you push the button and your car comes to life again and you squeal.
“thank you thank you thank you.” you hop out of the car and jump up and down.
“we’ll leave it running for a little bit just to make sure-” you jump on him and hug him, his hands automatically wrapping around you. “what’re you doing?”
“oh! i.. thank you!!!” you beam down at him, kissing both of his cheeks.
“if you’re gonna kiss me, kiss me right.” he clicks his tongue.
you quickly peck his lips and lean back. “like that?” you tilt your head.
he presses his lips to yours and you melt instantly, mouth opening and granting him access to anything he wants. he chuckles, walking you backwards until he can set you back on the table. he pulls back only for you to lean forward and press your lips to his again, your hands reaching out to feel his muscles.
“been staring at me all day.” he mumbles against your lips. “thought you didn’t like dirty things.” his hands squeeze into your thighs. “look at you.” he nips at your bottom lip. “all over me.”
“katsuki.” you slowly spread your thighs.
“what d’you need, princess?” he grins.
“mmm, please.” you hook your legs around his waist and pull him closer.
“want my cock?” he laughs when your eyes widen. “say it. lemme hear those dirty words on your perfect lips.”
“want your.. cock, katsuki.” your face burns at the crude words.
he smashes his lips to yours, tongue sliding along yours while one of his hands presses on the outside of your panties finding them soaked. he laughs at you again for being so wet from just staring at him but you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s circling your clit perfectly.
he tugs your panties to the side, sliding his rough fingers through your folds as your hips jerk. he pulls his hand back and brings it out to his mouth, staring at you as he slips his fingers past his lips. he groans and kicks the stool closer, taking a seat and attaching his mouth to your pussy.
you throw your legs over his shoulders, heels digging into his back and hand flying to his hair to pull him closer. he flicks his tongue against your clit until you’re shaking, sucking the little bud into his mouth and you whimper so pretty for him. your back arches when two of his fingers push into your pussy, stretching you open on the thick digits before he starts pounding them into you.
“katsuki! kats- nghh!! i’m gonna- kats!” your thighs lock around his head as you soak his face and fingers.
“good girl.” he kisses your clit and lifts up. “thighs open.” he pats your leg he starts to undo his pants.
your thighs twitch at the sight of him, he’s big and leaking, veins running down the length of him. he pulls you to the edge of the work table and slides into you in one motion. your lips part in a silent scream and he takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth as he slowly pulls out. the drag sends fire to your lower tummy and then he’s fucking into you with a purpose.
“fuck you feel good.” he pants.
you’re holding onto his shoulders, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he pounds into you. your tummy is twisting, pleasure coiling low as he zeros in on the spot that leaves you moaning. he leans down, lips brushing yours as he stares in your eyes, nose bumping against yours.
your orgasm bursts through you and he fucks you faster, harder. you’re squeezing around him so tight that his own orgasm is sneaking up on him. he tries to push it off but he can’t and with a low groan he’s filling you. he pulls out and watches you leak with him, chuckling as he fixes his pants.
“you’re filthy, princess. leaking with my cum, my handprints all over your clothes.” he pulls your panties back.
“can we do that again?” you pant.
“when you come back for your oil change.” he cups the side of your neck and kisses you once. “next week.”
