You had finally decide to get your janky car fixed for the sixth or seventh time this year, deciding to take it to a new mechanic, not wanting to face any more embarrassment of having to go to the same place, for the same rust piece of crap every month.
You park your car outside, in the crowded lot, walking into the somewhat grimy garage, looking for any member of staff, only to find a man, hunched over an open engine, cranking at something. 'Excuse me!' You called out, attempting to get his attention, despite the loud whirring noises.
To your dismay, he didn't hear you, so you got closer, 'Excuse me!' You repeated, louder this time, only for the background noises to stop mid-yell.
'Trynna make me go deaf?!' The man responded gruffly, turning around with a groan, pausing, seeing you. He gave you a quick once over.
'...what ya lookin' for, love?' He asked, his irritated tone having faded slightly. You explained your problems, pointing out your car in the lot. 'Not sure even if the big man himself could save that piece of scrap, love.' Simon, you learned after reading the tag on his suit, said after sparing it a brief glance.
He was handsome. In a rugged sort of way. Short blonde hair, a slightly crooked nose that looked as if it has never set right after being broken one too many times, defined muscles, covered in grease and grime, all barely held together but the exposed (barely) white wife-beater beneath his black, lazily-buttoned coveralls.
'Tell you what, s'hot out, come inside, cool down, and I'll have ye sorted, yeah? Could maybe tell me why yer boyfriend didn't fix i' fer ya.' Simon said, standing up, a somewhat dirty hand on your lower back.
You promptly informed him that your boyfriend couldn't have fixed it for you, considering you don't have a boyfriend!
'You don't say... looks like yer cars no' the only thing tha' needs fixin'...'
Summary: Visiting your best friend Mechanic!Simon at the shop while he’s working on his bike.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI; smut; oral (f receiving); piv (wrap it before you tap it); language/cursing; jealousy
Co-written with the amazing and talented @munsonsmixtapes 💕💕
It wasn’t unusual for you to pop into the shop midday to pester Simon for one reason or another. He’ll fake annoyance but secretly he loves it. Sometimes, you’ll bring him lunch or you’ll ask him to look at something on your car, or you’ll just come to visit with him and sit on the hood of whatever he was working on. Today, he was working on his own bike during his lunch hour when you strolled in.
You looked pretty. He always thought you looked beautiful but today was different. Your hair was done and your sundress swayed as you walked in, nearly taking his breath away. He literally stuttered, practically dropping the wrench in his hand when he looked up to see you there.
“Hey,” you waved cheerfully, “Listen- do you have my helmet?”
You were referring to the helmet Simon bought you, that he kept in his bike so you could ride with him. He made sure you had all the proper equipment because your safety was his number one priority when you rode with him. Just the mention of the helmet has him remembering the last time you rode with him, your body flush against his back and your arms wrapped around his torso.
“Yeah, it’s in there,” he says, gesturing to the storage box on the back of his bike. You sauntered over, your perfume filling up all his senses. “What do you need it for?” He asks, tilting his head as he wipes grease off his tools with a rag.
“I’ve got a date,” you admit with a shy smile, pulling the pink helmet out of the box and locking it back up.
“You aren’t bringing your other gear? What about your gloves and your jacket? You can’t wear a dress on a bike- you could get really hurt,” his voice is laced with concern and also something you don’t quite recognize. You swear that he sounded… jealous? He couldn’t be, you were just friends. You’d always been just friends.
“I’ll be fine,” you wave off his concern. “It’s a really short ride from here to the restaurant. Nothing is gonna happen.”
“You should really wear your gear,” he tries to insist, “at least wear some pants.” His eyes flick down to your bare legs, the short dress hardly would do anything if you were in an accident. He also feels jealousy stir- imagining your dress hiked up around your waist, your thighs around some other guy on some other bike. The visual of you with someone else makes him feel sick.
You were just friends. He had no right to feel like this, and he knows that. You’d been friends for years, and you’d been on plenty of dates- hell, you’ve had some boyfriends. He has hated all of them, but he especially hates any guy willing to let you on a bike dressed so impractically. Maybe it’s because you’ve never dated a guy with a bike, or maybe it’s just getting harder for him to push down the feelings he has for you. He’s let them fester, shoving them down deep and has refused to acknowledge them. Maybe now it’s because you’re both finally single at the same time, and selfishly he thought now would finally be when he could confess how he’s felt.
Now, you're dating some other guy- probably some douchebag that won’t treat you right. You’ll fall fast and hard like you always do, and he’ll be there to pick up the pieces like always. He probably rides a fucking Harley, Simon thinks, practically rolling his eyes at the thought.
“Look, he’s gonna be here any minute to pick me up- please don’t do this right now, okay?”
“Do what?” He sets his tools down on his station, crossing his arms over his chest and there’s something about the way they’re flexing, the mix of sweat and grease making your thoughts nothing but impure. Seeing him like this always makes you crazy.
“Act all weird and possessive like you always do. I’m allowed to hang out with people who aren’t you.” You’re seeing right through him and he hates it-that you’re always able to read him so well. It makes it even harder for him to hide his feelings for you.
If you’re being honest, you don’t even want to go on this date. You’re only doing to get over Simon and the only way you know how to do that is by getting under someone else. It started as a way to get his attention, to rile him up, to see if he felt the same way. But you’re pretty sure he only behaves that way because you’re the only person he hangs out with outside of work and he feels like he’s losing you every time you start seeing someone.
“I never said you weren’t,” he scoffs. “And I’m not angry that you’re hanging out with other people. I’m angry because you’re going out with someone who’s not me.”
“Simon-“
“I’m not finished,” he holds up a hand to stop you from talking. “You drive me fucking crazy. You walk in here having no idea how I feel about you and seeing you in this,” he refers to your dress. “God, it makes me want to-“ he cuts himself off, his breathing getting heavy as he runs his hands along his face, trying to calm himself down.
“Makes you want to what?” You ask, putting on a flirty tone and he hates how badly he wants you-how badly he needs you right now, his cock already rock hard.
“You don’t want to know,” he shakes his head, knowing that all of the ideas that he’s cooking up would scare you away.
“I think I do,” you step closer, your hands pressing against his chest and his cheeks turn bright pink thinking about the fact that you can definitely feel how his heart is racing. “Say it,” you command, your hands moving up his chest as your arms loop around his shoulders.
“If I had it my way, I’d have you bent over this motorcycle and fuck you absolutely senseless.” His voice is even deeper and more raspy than normal and you feel like your legs could give out any second.
“Then what’s stopping you?” He has to blink a few times, so close to pinching himself to make sure that he’s not dreaming.
“You have a date,” he reminds you but you just step closer, twirling some of the hair that’s at the nape of his neck, still looking at him all flirty and it’s driving him mad.
“I don’t, actually. I was testing you.” You’re smirking now as Simon furrows his eyebrows.
“You what?” He feels so stupid for not having figured it out sooner. All of the things you’ve done over the past few months are swirling around in his head and now he understands.
“I was testing you and you passed. I knew you’d give in one of these days.”
“You tricked me?” He can’t help but smile, impressed that you were able to do something like that without him picking up on it. He noticed everything that you do.
“I sure did. I thought you’d pick up on it, but you never did. For a smart guy, you really aren’t that observant.” You let out a laugh as you lean into him and his arms wrap around you.
Simon’s hands rest on the small of your back, pulling you in flush to his body. He scoffs at your remark, rolling his eyes. He knows you’re right, thinking back to all the opportunities he had to tell you how he felt but never took. He was always so confident in every area of his life- except when it came to you. He overthought everything- he’d convinced himself that he had just imagined every sign.
“What if I just knew you’d like seeing me jealous?” he teases, his fingertips grazing the soft fabric of your dress. He’s so full of shit right now, and you both know it. You can’t help but chuckle at his attempt to save face.
“You aren’t wrong that I liked it,” you confess, biting your lip.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, his voice low and it makes you practically shiver. He tilts his head down so he can whisper close to your ear. “Can you feel how hard I am for you? Ditch the date and I’ll take you for a real ride. And we both know I’m not talking about the bike.”
Your legs feel like jello and he catches you before they can give out, picking you up and setting you on the bike.
“Already falling for me, hm?” He chuckles and all you can do is nod, your head spinning. His hands rest on your thighs, slowly sliding up them as he leans down, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss that juxtaposes his filthy words.
His large hands slowly sliding up your thighs make your body feel like it’s igniting. He’s hardly touched you and you feel yourself falling apart under his touch. You’d thought about his hands touching you like this for so long, and it’s better than you imagined it.
“I’ve hardly touched you sweetheart,” he teases, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone. His low voice makes you practically whine, desperately pulling him closer. He kisses your lips one more time before he falls to his knees in front of you while you’re propped up on his bike.
He kisses down the length of your leg from your ankle until he’s pushing up your dress to kiss the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His plan is to absolutely worship you. He smirks, feeling you squirm at his touch and he’s quick to pull your panties down your legs and he tucks them into the back pocket of his coveralls.
Simon continues to kiss the spot gently as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, his arms looping around your thighs as he pulls your clit into his mouth. You let out a gasp before looking down at him, his eyes locking on yours, looking like he wants to devour you and you like he just might.
He’s not gentle in the slightest, biting down again and again like a man starved and you have to hold onto the seat of the bike as best you can, especially when he pulls you closer. You’re glad you’re sitting because you feel your body turning to jello as he gets more aggressive, moaning as his nails dig into your thighs.
His eyes are still on you and hearing those pretty sounds falling from your lips are making him even harder, causing his cock to strain in his jeans that he’s wearing underneath the coveralls. He needs to get inside you so bad, but the way you’re responding to him eating you out is definitely worth the wait.
Watching you like this, seeing that he has all the power to make you feel good is driving him crazy, stroking his ego much more than it should. Simon’s usually the one who’s in control in the bedroom but he knows that he would fold at your command, that he would do whatever you asked because you have that much of an effect on him. He’s literally on his knees for you. He doesn’t like taking orders, but he’s sure that you asked him to jump, he’d ask how high.
“Simon, oh my god,” you whine and he swears he’s going to explode in his pants if he hears it again. He moves down to your slit to give it the same treatment and he doesn’t miss the way your pushing against him, the bike rocking as you do so. His grip tightens on you to keep you still as he continues to work, still going at it more aggressively than he probably should.
He just can’t help himself. He’s been wanting this for longer than he’d care to admit and now something has been unleashed inside him. And the more he hears the sounds you’re making, the more he needs his cock to be the reason.
Simon pulls his face away from your cunt and before you can ask what he’s doing, he’s unzipping his coveralls, pushing it down his arms and legs before tossing it to the side. His pants are down to his ankles in record speed and you can’t take your eyes off of his rock hard cock, the way it’s sticking straight, the fact that you were the cause of it.
You pull him closer and his lips are on your, desperate and hungry as his cock presses against you. His tongue slides into your mouth and you can taste yourself on him. You moan into his mouth as his hands push your dress up even higher.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispers.
“I don’t care. I have an IUD and I just really need you right now.” You’re voice is breathy and desperate and he grins as his cock slides inside, pounding into you as the bike rocks back and forth, the most dirty sounds pouring from your mouths as Simon fucks you absolutely senseless.
His lips find yours again and you feel like you’re melting when he nips at your bottom lip. He’s got on that cocky smirk because of your response to him-as if his ego needed to be any bigger.
“Fuck, taking me so well, princess. Who knew a little sweet thing like you liked it so rough.” His pace picks up even more, the bike still rocking and you both should be concerned about how unstable it is, but neither of you seem to care, too caught up in each other to even think about it.
“Just goes to show how little you know about me, Riley,” you reply and he goes even harder, fully seated now and you swear you’re so close.
“Do you like this?” He asks, his lips right by your ear. “Like it when I fill you up?” All you can do is whimper in response, feeling your body going limp in his arms as pounds into you again and again, not being so nice as he watches you finish, wanting the finale to be worthwhile.
You’re screaming his name and he has to put his hand over your mouth, concerned that someone will come see what all the noise is about. Tears prick your eyes as he stays there, still fully seated, your screams muffled by his hand.
“Doing so well, princess. That’s it, just like that.” Once you’re coming down, he pulls out and wets one of the clothes at his station before cleaning you both up. He then helps you to your feet before pulling up his pants and his coveralls that you zip up for him.
Simon has no idea how he’s going to be able to finish his shift after all that. You kiss his lips and tell him you’ll be waiting for him at your place when he gets off, telling him that you can keep his panties as long as he promises that there will be more where that came from tonight.
dentist!graves….hearing him saying “open wide for me, sweetheart” in that sexy ass southern accent of his.
bartender!gaz who listens to all your problems, fixing your favorite drinks just how you like it
mechanic!ghost who told you to get rid of your car MONTHS ago but you didn’t listen, you like coming back to him over and over
// warning(s); dub-con // dentist!graves lord, the accent!! for some reason, your appointments are always right before closing, when all the other technicians have left... his gloved hands spend more time on your lips than teeth, caressing and toying with them -- and he has this look in his blue eyes while he does it.
gets jealous if you have bruises on the back of your throat. on the bright side, at least he knows you won't take as much coaching when he eventually has you throat him 😏 and always has the AC up really high at the clinic, so that your nipples are visible ;p
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bartender!gaz lets you come into the bar after hours, way after last call. especially if you need to vent :( he'll take care of the tab every time, and won't accept your tips. the most protective person, too. it's not a seedy bar -- it's quite nice, actually. he knows the owners, so he had a hand in picking the theme. regardless, that never stops seedy people!!! he will break an expensive bottle over a man's head!!! no fucks whatsoever!!!
all i'm gonna say is you'll have your cheek pressed against the cold bar top occasionally......... take that how you want 🥳
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mechanic!ghost he knows. there's no way he doesn't know. at first, he didn't care. it was your money to burn, not his. until... he started to look forward to the visits. a microscopic scratch or dent, the air pressure of your tires, or worse --- a serious problem with your shitty car.
there's a more selfish part of him that waits for the day you call him, needing his help because you're stranded with a flat or a ruined engine. how horrible would it be, to pick you up? to offer you stay with him, so he can "take you to work"? he did say it would be "easier" -- and there was little chance of you declining. it truly was a good arrangement, and it's abundantly clear that you have the hots for him. win-win.
imagine the dirty hands.... the rolled sleeves..... something going wrong with whatever vehicle he's fixing and he storms in all pissed off about it..........
