Genre: explicit, smut, bj,
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- minor scroll away. This is 18+ reading
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That afternoon, Caleb was deep in focus, shirt tossed somewhere on the workbench, hands covered in grease as he leaned over the engine of your car. He’d been at it for hours, ever since you wouldn’t stop whining about the weird clanking noise yesterday. You were sure it was something serious, and Caleb, being the Colonel who can dismantle a whole weapon system blindfolded, took your car like it was a personal challenge.
You padded into the garage, barefoot, curious and a little bored. The heat made the air thick, and his tanned skin glistened slightly from sweat. His torso flexed with every movement, muscles rippling under the golden light streaming in through the open side door.
You sat next to him, cross-legged on the floor, pretending to care about the engine. But really, your eyes kept wandering to his bare abs, especially when he reached for a tool and that V-line dipped lower.
Without thinking, you poked his abs.
Slowly, Caleb turned his head, raising a brow. “Did you just poke me?”
You grinned. “Just checking if you’re real. You look like those mechanic posters people hide in their lockers.”
He chuckled low in his throat, tightening a bolt before facing you fully. “You’re distracting the technician, love.”
You leaned back on your hands. “Then take a break. You’ve been at it for hours.”
He wiped his hands on a rag, then leaned toward you, closing the distance. “And if I take a break, will you behave?”
You tilted your head. “Define ‘behave.’”
His eyes darkened slightly. “Exactly what I thought.”
Then he smirked… and tossed the rag at your face.
“Hey!” you laughed, swatting it off.
“Keep poking me like that,” he said, returning to the engine, “and I’ll show you how real I am. Later. In your room.”
You leaned over and whispered near his ear, “Make sure the car survives first. Then you can ruin me.”
He grunted. “Deal.” She reached over and gave his stomach a light tap with her fingers.
“Ouhh, it’s hard,” she giggled, eyes twinkling with amusement.
fingertips drumming softly across his abs like a cat making biscuits.
Caleb glanced down, arching an eyebrow. “Are you seriously kneading me right now?”
“You’re warm,” she said nonchalantly, still tapping. “And solid. Like a heated brick. A sexy brick.”
He let out a deep, amused sigh. “I’m trying to fix your car, not get pawed like a lap cat.”
She smirked, unbothered. “I’m providing moral support. This is encouragement.”
He gave her a side-eye. “You call this encouragement?”
“You don’t like it?” she teased, tapping again, now more deliberately. “Tap. Tap. Ta—”
He caught her wrist mid-tap, firm but gentle. “Keep doing that,” he murmured, voice dropping low, “and you’ll really see what this brick can do.”
Her breath hitched. The warning in his tone wasn’t exactly a threat it was a promise.
She slowly grinned. “...Guess I’ll be walking to work tomorrow.”
Caleb smirked, releasing her wrist. “Guess so, love.” Then he rolled his shoulders, returning to the engine. “Now hush. Or I will forget about the car entirely.”
She stayed quiet. For five seconds. Then—tap.
“Okay… okay, my hand will behave,” she chuckled, pulling it back dramatically like it had a mind of its own.
Caleb side-eyed her, suspicious. “Better. Or I’m strapping that hand to the gearshift.”
She snorted. “Kinky threat for a mechanic.”
He grinned without looking at her, tightening another bolt. “You bring it out of me.”
She leaned in close, lips brushing his shoulder. “Guess I’m good at that.”
He paused for a beat, then let out a slow exhale through his nose. “You keep testing me, sweetheart.”
She leaned back, lifting both hands in surrender. “I’m innocent now. Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a scout.”
“I could be. If you teach me how to tighten that thing.” She pointed vaguely at the engine.
He handed her a wrench without looking. “Alright. Loosen that nut, then tighten it again.”
She blinked. “Which nut?”
He glanced at her with a smirk. “Yours, if you don’t quit playing around.”
Her jaw dropped, laughing. “Caleb!”
He shrugged, smug as ever. “You started it.”
She muttered under her breath, gripping the wrench. “If the car blows up, it’s on you, dirty colonel.”
“And if it doesn’t,” he said, wiping grease off his hands and leaning closer again, “I’ll be the one blowing you up later.”
Her fingers slipped off the wrench.
“…Okay, I’m definitely walking to work tomorrow.”
Her eyes wandered completely ignoring the engine now. From the sculpted ridges of his abs, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her gaze dipped lower. The way his body flexed with every slight adjustment made it worse. Or better, depending on how you looked at it.
God help her. That sharp, dangerous trail leading down from his hips like a damn roadmap to sin. And then there, That little bulge in his sweatpants, subtle but definitely there. Pressed just right from how he was crouched, thighs tensed, hips shifting forward slightly as he reached across the car frame.
She bit her lip. Hard. Caleb didn’t notice at least she thought he didn’t until he suddenly paused mid-movement.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he said, voice smooth and laced with suspicion. “What are you looking at?”
Her eyes snapped up too fast. Guilty.
“Nothing,” she said way too quickly. “Just… observing.”
He turned slowly to face her, one hand braced on the edge of the car, the other gripping the wrench, arms flexed. That smirk was already forming on his lips. “Uh-huh. Observing the engine, right?”
“Exactly,” she nodded, still biting her lip. “Your… piston movement is very impressive.”
He huffed a laugh. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
She cleared her throat, looking anywhere but there again. “Totally.”
He took one step closer, eyes locking with hers. “You keep staring at me like that, sweetheart…”
Her voice came out as a whisper, “Like what?” He leaned in, lowering his voice to a growl, “Like you wanna skip straight to the test drive.”
And just like that her face flushed, her thighs pressed together, and the car was long forgotten. She cursed under her breath. “Stupid sexy mechanic.”
Caleb just smirked wider. “Your sexy mechanic.”
Her intrusive thoughts won before she could stop herself. Her hand slid down and grabbed his bulge firm, deliberate. Caleb jolted so fast he smacked his head on the underside of the hood.
“Sh\*t—!” he hissed, one hand flying to his skull as he stumbled back, groaning.
She just sat there, smug as hell, watching him. “Aw, poor baby. Head hurting?”
He narrowed his eyes at her, still rubbing his head. “You think this is funny—?”
But she wasn’t listening anymore. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for his zipper.
She tugged it down inch by inch, mischief sparkling in her eyes, while he stayed half-dazed, still feeling his head throbbing. And then
It slapped right against her face. Her eyes widened for only a fraction of a second before a wicked smirk curled on her lips. She tilted her head, looking up at him through her lashes.
Caleb just froze, speechless, caught between throbbing pain in his head and a different kind of throbbing entirely.
“…You’re insane,” he finally muttered, breath heavy.
“And you love it,” she shot back, giving him that smirk again.
His jaw clenched, his hand dropping from his head. “Sweetheart…”
That tone made her shiver.
“…you’re not walking out of this garage.”
Her eyes flicked up at him as he still half-sat under the hood, one hand bracing himself, the other rubbing his head.
“And I don’t think you can get out from under there,” she smirked, voice dripping with challenge.
Before Caleb could even fire back, she leaned in and pressed a teasing kiss to the swollen tip.
His breath caught. Then she did it again, slower this time. her tongue darting out to lick just the very edge, deliberate, lazy, like she had all the time in the world.
Caleb’s knuckles whitened where he gripped the frame of the car. He was stuck literally half-trapped by the damn hood, head still throbbing from the bump, body tense from her touch.
“Sweetheart…” his voice came out low, warning and needy all at once.
But she only chuckled against him, lips brushing feather-light as she teased, “Mhmm, what was that? I can’t hear you under here.”
Another kiss. Another slow lick. His jaw clenched, veins standing out on his forearm as he fought to keep control.
“You’re playing with fire,” he growled.
She smirked against him, her tongue circling just enough to make his hips twitch. “Good thing I like the burn.”
She didn’t give him another second to think. With that same smug little grin, she parted her lips and slid him fully into her mouth.
Caleb’s head thunked back against the hood again, a groan ripping out of his chest. His hand flew down instinctively, fingers tangling in her hair as his hips jerked forward.
“F\*\*k—” he hissed, the sound strained, guttural.
The heat of her mouth, the way she took him in without hesitation, made his whole body tense. He could barely process it, still half-crouched under the hood, stuck and throbbing in more ways than one. She hummed around him on purpose, sending vibrations straight through him. He groan, leg slowly spread open to give her more space.
“Sweetheart,” he gritted out, voice low and desperate, “you better stop before I...”
But she didn’t stop. She went slower, then deeper, her tongue dragging along every inch as if she was savoring him. Focusing on the tip, his hip jerk up immediately. She smirk
Caleb’s eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt. “You’re… gonna drive me insane.”
When she finally pulled back just enough to breathe, she smirked up at him, lips glistening. “That’s the plan, Colonel.”
Caleb braced his hand on the hood and tried to roll out from under it, his body trembling with the effort.
“Move let me..” he growled, voice ragged.
But before he could pull free, her hand pressed flat against his hip, holding him in place.
Her eyes flicked up, dark with mischief. “Nope. You’re mine right here.”
And with that, she slid him back into her mouth this time deeper, taking him down until the tip hit the back of her throat. Caleb’s breath broke in a harsh gasp, his fingers clawing into the metal frame of the car with one hand, the other buried in her hair. His legs tensed, hips jerking forward despite himself.
“God sweetheart.....” his voice cracked, low and strangled.
She didn’t give him a chance to recover. Pulling back only enough to breathe, she dove in again, her pace quickening. Faster. Deeper. Each time she swallowed him down, her throat squeezed around him, making his knees buckle where he knelt. The garage filled with the wet sounds of her mouth and his ragged breathing.
Caleb’s head thunked against the car again, sweat beading along his temple. He was trapped couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do a damn thing except hold on while she devoured him.
“Sweetheart.... ” he choked, his voice breaking with a groan. “If you keep that up I’m not gonna last.”
But she only hummed in response, her tongue curling and her pace ruthless, determined to wring every ounce of control out of him.
His hip start jerk up more, knowing he is close. His moan turn from groan tu moan to curse. She smirk. Pulling out.
"closing colonel" she said then continue sucking the tip. Then slurp the whole dick fully inside her mouth.
Caleb literally begging her to slow down, but she pin him down and pick up his pace.
"love....e slow down" he beg. She smirk and suck deep. Making sure that his tip hitting her throat.
Only few more suck. Before he cum, he growled while his hip jerking up. She take it all, splurt of warm cum slide down her throat.
When the jerk slow down, she clean him up. While Caleb look like his life just got drain. She smirk, clean up his soft dick then put it back in the boxer. Pull up the pant, button n zip it.
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