payment [kinktober special]
mechanic!smoke
a/n: guys this is a lil all over the place, don’t chew me up. I had to rewrite this three time bc tumblr and my docs wouldn’t save it so bear with me if there are some errors/issues.
👻: @ohyouluckysaint @blkqueeninspired
themes : sub!smoke, oral ( smoke receiving), orgasm denial
mechanic!smoke who gives you attention even if you don’t notice it. He starts doing extra stuff on your car when you bring it in. All you asked was for an oil change and your car came back, new paint job, new tires, sleek, and with a nice shine to it.
mechanic!smoke who you say hi and bye to every time you come to pick up or drop off your car. Now when he sees a black BMW pull up into his garage, he gets a little giddy, knowing that his favorite customer is here.
mechanic!smoke gets excited about the thought of getting in your driver seat to double check your engine, only because of the vanilla perfume that lingers in the air. You would never know he’s excited or looks forward to seeing you, He’s not a very expressive man. Barely talks to his colleagues but you were told he does the best work.
mechanic!smoke starts to notice the way you dress, you work a corporate job so often it's a nice blouse, heels, dress pants, and on a good day, (his favorite), a pencil skirt.
mechanic!smoke wishes you’d just glance at him. He’s a handsome man, yes but you’re so caught up with work, you barely make eye contact with him as you're always on your phone for work. You assume that the extra work he does on your car is out of niceness not because he thinks you're the finest woman he’s ever laid his eyes on.
mechanic!smoke is not a man of many words, he gives you a respectful thank you and your welcome but on a hot day, you came earlier because work finished early. You find him in a looser sleeveless shirt, dripping with sweat, crouched over someone else’s car. He’s grunting with how much force he’s putting into the wrench.
That day, Smoke notices you, despite you hoping that you didn’t look like some creep. But he doesn’t seem to mind, He tells you bout his name is actually Elijah, He’s about 5 -6 years older than you, he was a war veteran. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him talk this much before. You get a phone call from work but you let him know you’ll be back.
You start noticing him every time you visit the garage. You come by more often even if there aren’t any issues with your car.
“Can you check my engine?”
“Can you look at my oil?”
“I think I need air in my tires.”
One night in particular, he tells you to come pick up your car. It’s damn near 2 am, you don’t bother changing out of your sleep shorts and hoodie. It’s a little revealing but you don’t mind and on top of that you're half asleep.
Who’s leaning up against your car and you can finally see him, not covered up by all the motor oil and the soot. You wonder if he’s always been so toned. His muscles are bulging out the compression shirt he’s wearing, sweats loose, making you wonder what’s underneath. He’s glancing down at the pavement, not even realizing that you’re here already.
He makes eye contact with you and his eyes do a full sweep of your entire body and his eyes lingering around the frilly hem of your very short sleep shorts.
He dangles your keys over your palm when you reach out. You glance at your car, extra work again. When you question him about it though, his face remains still.
“S’all good, mama, don’t worry bout it,”
He puts the keys in your palm and you’re starting to notice how close he is to your face.
And that’s exactly how he found himself doing his absolute best to keep himself upright against the grill of your car. He didn’t think you were gonna take the lead at all, he also didn’t expect you to be this eager to suck dick. His palms are at the side of your face, gently cradling your face despite the fact that his dick is lodged in your throat.
Your knees are digging into the little pebbles of gravel on the floor and you're sure that they’ll be bruised and just might be bloody by the end of the night but you don’t care enough.
His hips buck while he focuses on the sound of your mouth dripping, wet and warm all over him. You’ve been so focused on him down here that you’re shocked when you take a look up at him. He’s got a layer of sweat over his trembling abs, he’s barely coherent, cussing and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. God, he’s so damn easy.
He’s bigger than you imagined but this isn’t your first time giving head and you’re sure that it won’t be your last with Smoke. You feel his muscled thighs trembling beneath your palms, he’s so shaky. You’re sure he’s had his fair share of women but he’s trembling like he’s never had this before.
“Baby, c’mon, slow down.” He trembles the second you finally pull off his dick, watching it twitch. Heaps of pre-cum seep out his slit and you’re barely five minutes in and he’s already ready to bust. Your right hand travels up so your thumb can rub at his thick curly happy trail and v-line.
“You keep adding that extra shit on my car, why?” You question him while pressing a kiss to the hair there. You swear you hear a soft whimper before he answers.
“J’s wanna be nice,” He slurs out when you start kissing the base of his dick. There’s a silence that passes that makes him look down at you.
“Don’t lie to me, ‘lijah,” You firmly tell him before continuing, you kiss him from base to tip. He’s thick all throughout.
“‘Cause you pretty an’ I like you,” He blurts out honestly, waiting for a reaction, anything.
You wrap your lips around the tip, keeping your eyes on his face while you do, noticing the way his jaw unclenches. You take him to the brim, your nose tickling the hairs there. Your eyes start to water, your vision blurs but you don’t care. You let his length warm in your throat and when you’re sure he’s not gonna bust then and there, you hallow your cheeks out as you pull away from his dick,
You keep going till spit bubbles cover his entire length.. You continue taking him deep, to the brim and pull off with strings of spit connected to your plump lips. You do it over and over until his hands start tightening around your jaw and his eyes water from how damn good you are at this. He hates when you pause and pull off of him, exposing him to the cold air. He has no idea how you can fuckin’ tell he’s bout to bust.
He fucks up without realizing it when he suddenly thrust his hips. You pull off, starting kissing his thighs and he’s ready to beg for your mouth to wrap around his dick again.
“Fuck, baby, M’sorry…ain’t mean it,”
You barely accept that mediocre apology, only giving him lousy kisses all over his length, You get off your knees and stand tells, watching him. He looks like he’s ready to cry at the thought of you leaving. His boxers hanging below his thick length, he’s dripping from both his pre-cum and your spit.
He looks at you, you truly never expected a big, strong, man like him to be so desperate and willing to listen, When you cup his face he leans into it, murmuring out incoherent apologies. He only stops when your other hand wraps around his length, slowly moving up and down. Your hand can barely fully wrap around it even. You start gently cooing and make him keep his eyes on your own.
His chest starts heaving, hips jerking into your palm. His eyes start rolling back.
So he does, despite how hard it is not to. Your hand gradually moves faster, tightens around him. Whenever you feel him get close you speed up and then leave him hanging. Everytime he managed not to nut, you rewarded him with a kiss to the ear or his jaw, cooing at him to see how long he’d last.
“You’re so pretty, ‘lijah,”
Once you’ve decided that he’s earned it, you tighten your fist around him. He's basically drooling at this point and you get on your toes to finally kiss him on the lips. Not that you expected him to, but he barely kisses you back, too busy groaning and instead tucking his face into your neck while he cums. His big hands wrap around your waist while you keep jerking him off, whispering filthy ass shit in his ear.
He blinks a couple times and by the time the haze is all over, his dick is limp against his thigh, still dripping wet. He’s catching his breath, his hands finally loosening on you. You’re kissing his jaw, telling him about how good he did while he’s thanking you. When he's finally back down on earth, you’re both looking at each other and he smiles which you’ve never seen before.
“So what was allat for?” He questions.
“Thanking you for the extra work you did on my car,” You reply back, watching him fumble with his boxers, ready to pull the band up before you stop him.
“We ain’t done, I still gotta thank you for the tires.”
He’s not sure he’s gonna survive the night.
dividers from @cafekitsune
