guilty by association

Yandere!mechanic quickly looked up from the car he'd been working on as soon as he heard your music down the road - his coworkers thought he had an invisible leash.

"S'gotten into you, lately? Girl got you by the balls or somethin'?" One of his colleagues chortled, with the other two adding to the mockery. Yandere!mechanic shot him a piercing glare.

"Mind your fuckin' business," he spat out.

The ringleader of the group rose from his chair and stood next to yandere!mechanic at the entry to the garage, folding his arms.

"Imma see what all the fuss is about now," he drawled.

Yandere!mechanic inhaled deeply. It took all of his restraint not to slam the nearest wrench into the side of the guy's jaw. He imagined it wouldn't make a good impression on you though, and he needed you to come back to him like he needed oxygen.

Finally, you peeled into the garage, quickly turning the volume off. You gave yandere!mechanic a smile and a small wave as you pulled into one of the free bays.

He walked up to your open window with his hands in his pockets and his coworker following closely behind. Before the bastard could get close, yandere!mechanic placed his hands on your open window and leaned in. You smelled like cherries and sweat. He had to resist the urge to lean in and lick that sweat rolling off your face.

"Hey, sweetheart. What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, what can he take care for ya now? Need some help in the back?" His coworker jabbed, letting out a raucous laugh.

Your eyebrows drew together, and the sight pinched at yandere!mechanic's heart. As irritating as his coworkers could be to pretty things like you, he couldn't help but feel his breathing become shaky at your adorable expression. His knuckles turned white on top of your car's window frame and he used more of his broad frame to block out his colleague.

"Ignore him, darlin'. He don't know any better than to be a pain in the ass. What's up?"

At his words, your smile came back.

"Aircon stopped working, in this heat. Can you believe it? I've had shit luck this summer," you groaned, your head falling against the headrest. You looked at yandere!mechanic through half-lidded eyes. "Can you fix it, please?"

He grinned, finally pushing off of your car and opening your door for you. It let out a loud squeak that made you wince.

"With such sweet manners, how could I say no? And I'll oil those hinges, too."

You gave him a shy smile as you got out. "Thank you."

Yandere!mechanic shot his coworker another dangerous look as if warning him to say anything else. He heeded the warning, slinking to the back, mumbling about a large stack of paperwork he had to deal with.

With it not being just yandere!mechanic in the shop this time, having you around was a lot less entertaining.

That's not to say that he didn't feel his dick twitch everytime you looked in his direction when you thought he wasn't looking, but you had politely sat yourself down on one of the customer chairs near the fan, so naturally didn't hang around him as much.

He wondered how many times he would have to fuck with your car to either win you over the proper way or catch you at just the right time to finally take you home with him, whether you reciprocated his needs or not.

The other coworkers eventually got back to their own work, but kept stealing glances at you and lowly muttering under their breath about how their own wives wouldn't smile at them "the way she did at him".

It didn't bother yandere!mechanic much, only when they skirted around the garage closer to you, under the guise of having to grab a tool that was, for some reason, a million miles away from where it needed to be.

Yandere!mechanic kept his eyes on you throughout the job. The way the setting sun caught the undertones of your hair made his heart break, and the way it floated about in the path of the fan made you appear to him like an angel sent down from the heavens, just to save his soul.

After a few hours of diagnostics and swapping out shitty parts for far better ones (ones he would pay for), yandere!mechanic finally dusted his hands and called you over.

"All ready for the summer, sweetheart. Don't worry about covering the bill, I've got it covered," he murmured, lightly putting his large hand around one of your shoulders. "Walk with me."

Much to his coworker's shock, yandere!mechanic walked out of the garage with you tucked tightly into his side, away from prying eyes and certainly out of earshot.

Gearing you towards a truck, he reluctantly released you from his grasp and leant one arm against it. He repressed a shiver, still feeling the heat of your skin under his palm.

"I was wonderin'," he started, rubbing a dirty hand on the nape of his neck. "If you'd like to go out with me. Tonight. O-or tomorrow, if that's easier. I can pick you up, just whatever's easiest for you. I was gonna ask ya' last week, but y'know."

You stifled a giggle at the mention of the previous week's events and leaned against the door of the truck with your arms folded. He takes the opportunity to come in closer to your face, until he is almost intoxicated by that sweet perfume of yours.

"I'd like too, but it depends on where you're gonna take me. I don't know many gems around here, so it's gotta be good," You tease, a sly smile growing on your face as yandere!mechanic's face turned a light shade of red.

"W-well, there's a resturant not too far away that would suit a pretty thing like you being sat in it. Reckon' you'd bring 'em more customers, y'know," He drawled.

He flexed the tendons of his forearm, making angled shadows appear on his skin in the dimming sun. He doesn't want to be anything but this close to you, forever. You fill his veins with a drug stronger than anything he's ever done and he's desperate to have the same effect on you, even if he has to force it from you.

All this time, you look at him with those gorgeous eyes he could fall in to, toying with his heart. Can't you see how desperately he needs this, needs you? You're killing him the longer you go without giving him an answer and he feels like his heart-

"Yes, of course. I would love to." You admit, softly. "I'll give you my number and address. Got a pen?"

He can't fucking believe you said yes. Like his brain is lagging five seconds behind, he quickly scrambles for a pen in his pockets, before realising something. "Don't need it. It's in the paperwork I did last week."

You laugh at his triumphant expression and the sound of your laughter is like an angel chorus just for him. It reverberates in his head for a few seconds as he commits the sound to memory.

"Right, right," You nod. "Tomorrow, then. Pick me up at seven?"

Yandere!mechanic leans in closer, his lips hovering above yours. "Sure, doll."

He pulls away at the same second you angle your head towards him, and his heart aches again.

Not yet. It has to be perfect.

Just like last time, he watches you get in your car and leave, with sorrow carving a deep hole in his chest.

You really should draw your curtains at night, y'know. Who knows who could be looking in?

Yandere!mechanic wrote down your address after work, and was currently watching you get ready for bed from his truck. He had parked out of the way of streetlamps, not that there were many of those in your area, to be honest.

It made him worry about what other boogeymen were lying in the dark, watching and waiting, just like him. He would get to you first, of course; he'd take down anybody wanting to get close to you. You flitted back and forth in front of the window, completely oblivious to the eyes obsessively tracking your every move. Were you.. on the phone?

He shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable at the heat beginning to prickle under his skin. Who were you talking to this late?

Were you talking about him? The weird mechanic that cornered you earlier, practically forcing you to go on a date with him, but who also gave you the greatest fuck of your life last week?

Yandere!mechanic barely managed to stay in the truck, furious and conflicted with the lies he had just so easily crafted for himself. In reality, he knew you had given him no reason to believe you would do that - you had been nothing but kind to him, and so grateful for the work he did to your car.

He wondered at your reaction if you knew he watched over you like this, imagining the sweet things that would tumble out of your mouth in gratitude, and if he could persuade you to show him just how grateful you were for him acting as your guardian angel.

Maybe it would be a fond story for him to repeat when you were all settled down with him, feet barefoot, hair down, with a couple of little ones running around a house he had built for your growing family.

In his hazy daydreams, he barely noticed the light in your bedroom flickering off. Were you laid in bed now, still holding your phone to your ear? Still talking with that sweet voice that should only be talking to him? Or were you more settled now, tucked under your covers?

Maybe your hand would dip under the sheets, and yandere!mechanic would be at the forefront of your mind. His own hand reached down to unbuckle his belt, letting it slip out of the jean loops. He let out a low, stifled groan as his hand took his length out of pants, beginning to give it a few soft tugs.

He pulls your black panties out of his jeans pocket, wrapping them around his hand.

Yandere!mechanic began to picture you between his knees again, looking up at him with those wide eyes as your hand would slide up and down his cock again, dwarfing your fingers. Would you be able to lay and take it like the good girl you were or would you struggle?

He didn't mind that.

His thumb brushed over his slit and his hips bucked up, making his hand slide further down his length. It wouldn't be long before he came, with your face constantly flashing under his eyelids.

He tried to remember the sweet moans that escaped your body as he took you last week, but his imagination isn't as good as the real thing. You're right across the street, if he just had the balls to go in and-

Finally, he releases his load and it spills all over his hand, your panties, and his jeans. Some even lands on the steering wheel. Grunting, he reaches down into the glovebox and cleans himself up with an old wad of tissues.

He's not sure if he's going to be able to look at the steering wheel the same though.

He starts the truck, cursing at its loud protests cutting through the silence of the night and he reluctantly pulls away from your house, giving the window one last look.

All's quiet.

Three loud slams against your front door break the concentration of applying your final layer of mascara.

"Just a minute!" You call out, hoping yandere!mechanic hears. Quickly, you slip in your shoes and spritz your perfume around you for the final time before practically flying down the stairs to get to the door.

You swing it open, only to be greeted by yandere!mechanic's back. He sways round at the sound of the door opening, a bouquet of pink lilies clasped in his hands.

He's wearing a black leather jacket, dress shirt and jeans, with his hair lightly styled. His cologne smells of amber and citrus.

"Evenin', bunny. You look.." He drinks you in with a long, lasting look. "Tasty enough to eat."

He gives you a toothy grin and gently holds out the flowers.

You laugh, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. "Thank you, that's very sweet of you. Please come in, I'll find a place for them quickly before we go."

Stepping back, yandere!mechanic watches as your hips sway away from him into your kitchen, and he whistles lowly as he shuts the door. "Nice house you got here, darlin'."

"Thank you!" You shout from somewhere in the back. Moments later, you rush out, looking proudly at the glass vase full of colours you have now. You place it on a side table not far from the front door, so you'll see it when you come home.

"All ready?" He asks, holding his arm out for you to take. You nod, slipping your arm around his.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world.

His truck gleams as it sits outside your house, the dust and grime from hanging around the garage having been washed off.

He even put an air freshener around the rear view mirror. He can't decide if he likes it or not, but as long as you don't complain, that's all that matters.

Yandere!mechanic opens the passenger door for you and holds out his hand to help you get in the seat. As he looks at you, he wonders what gods he has to pray to tonight for you coming in to his life.

After making sure you're buckled in, he turns the knob of the radio to low and sets off towards the restaurant.

His hands are slipping on the steering wheel. He has keeps having to dry them on his jeans (a clean pair for once) and prays you don't notice. You hum along to the songs on the radio, seemingly oblivious. If you do notice, you don't say anything and, for that, yandere!mechanic is intensely grateful.

The scent of your perfume clings to the fabric fibres of the seats and floats around his head. He feels like he is being hypnotised. Warm summer air floods the cabin as he cracks open his window to stay focused on the road.

He has a bittersweet taste in his mouth as you finally make it to the restaurant. If he wasn't so nervous, he could've taken you right then and there. It's not like you could have gotten out - the doors of the truck were locked, of course.

He could've taken you home, your real home, with him.

For now, he is happy to play the game and serenade you all night.

The table is a window seat, looking out on the forest behind the restaurant. It's a truly stunning view, of lush green ferns and towering trees. You thought it was breathtaking, but yandere!mechanic wasn't looking at that. His chin rests on his hand, gazing longingly at you.

"This place is so beautiful," You exclaim. "How on earth did you find it? You've got a good eye."

He beams at your compliment, a giddy rush of excitement filling his veins.

"Always knew about this place, just never had a girl as gorgeous as you to take here," He muses.

Soon, your food comes and the rest of the date goes smoothly.

You find out he has a brother that lives out of town and that they rarely see each other. Yandere!mechanic tells you he has no other family. Wait. Does a cat count?

He shows you pictures of an adorable tabby cat on his cracked phone.

"Got her a few months back. She's only 6 months old herself," He chuckles. "Haven't got a name for her yet."

He finds out about your family, your job, and how long you'll be staying in this town for. You say you mean to leave in late August, and his leg starts jiggling under the table.

Absolutely not.

He'll find a way to make you stay.

He charms you as the night draws to a close and before you both know it, the truck is stopping in front of your house.

"Feels like we were here just a minute ago," You laugh. "I had a really lovely time tonight. I'd like to do it again sometime, but it'll be my treat."

Yandere!mechanic thickly swallows. He doesn't want you to leave, ever.

"Sure thing, sweetheart. I'll take you to your door."

You both walk up the steps to your front door, his hand splayed on the small of your back. As you unlock and open it, you turn back to him, leaning slightly forward on your tiptoes. He steps closer and slides his hand up the nape of your neck, grasping at the base of your skull.

The warm musk of amber envelopes your senses.

His breath fans your lips lightly as he comes closer, and the kiss you share is sweet. Your lips are so, so soft, beyond his imagination.

He will remember this moment for the rest of his life.

You pull away first, a flush of heat stinging your cheeks.

"Goodnight," You say sweetly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He feels his knees go weak.

"Goodnight, bunny."

He knows that he's not much, that there are better men out there that you'd probably be happier with. But he'll be damned if he doesn't try to give you the life you want, the life you deserve.

Whether that be willingly or not.

"Hi," you say sweetly, with a small wave. "I broke down not too far from here, so thank god you're here! How much would it cost for you to have a look at my car?"

yandere!mechanic sticks his fingers through his jean loops and sways on the balls of his feet. "Sure thing, darlin'. I'll grab my tools and be right outside."

"Thank you so, so much!" You beam, turning and walking outside.

A few minutes later, he's leaning against the hood of your car, making a low whistle and slowly shaking his head. "Looks like your alternator's shot, and you're runnin' real low on oil, sweetheart. S'alright, I'll take you back to my shop."

You curse under your breath at the news and he finds it to be the sweetest noise to come out of your mouth so far, barring the skipped breath as he re-rolled the sleeves of his work shirt.

"How much is it gonna cost?" You mumble. A small crease forms between your eyebrows as you frown at the thought of spending money you don't have on a really horribly timed emergency.

He shakes his head and lowers the hood down with a slam. "Hm, depends on the part. Labour costs, y'know. If you don't have the money, don't worry. Call it my good deed for the day."

yandere!mechanic gives you a grin and sees your shoulders visibly relax.

It's hard work having to push the car from where you broke down and into the garage, but he keeps having to stop himself from licking the sweat rolling down your neck at the exertion.

"That should do it. Sit tight, might be a few hours." He sighs, lifting his cap and running a hand through his hair. "In fact, would you help me out? Jus' me in the shop today, so could use the hand."

Like the good girl you are, you nod vigorously. After all, the guy said he would do the work for free! Who would you be to refuse him? "Whatever you need, I'll try my best to find it."

That sickly sweet tone you answer him in makes his bulge twitch in his oil-stained jeans. You try not to notice, but he doesn't make an effort to hide it. Instead, he grins back at you unabashedly before turning to grab a rolling table that already has a pile of greasy looking tools on it.

"All I need is on this table, so all you gotta do is pass it to me, 'kay, princess?" yandere!mechanic looks you up and down with a learing eye, itching to grab at you and feel you underneath him.

"Sure," You nod, but move your gaze to the floor as you being to feel heat pooling in your cheeks. He chuckles, throwing his hat on the table and starts to get to work.

2 hours pass, and he seems almost finished.

"Hey, could you come over and pass me that wrench, darlin'? Says 10 millimetres on it."

Quickly, you make your way over to yandere!mechanic and pick out the wrench.

"Got it!" You chirp. He rolls out from under your car with oil, grease, and a scowl on his face, but that quickly changes to a smirk when he sees you. You hold the tool proudly and turn away before he can even blink, only to hover near the table and start scrolling mindlessly on your phone.

Unbeknownst to you,yandere!mechanic has a perfect view of your panties and ass with you hovering almost directly over his face. His cock stretches further in his jeans (as if that was even possible), making him let out a small groan at the uncomfortable tightness of the fabric.

Before you can turn around, he rolls under the car and begins to finish the job. He thinks of bending you over the hood the entire time, your ankles over his shoulders as he pumps his cock into you over and over again. He pictures how your eyes would roll into the back of your head at his girth and how tightly your pussy would grip him, and pull him in.

Suddenly, yandere!mechanic has a revelation. He knows you don't have the money to pay, and although he said he would do it for free, he wonders what he could make you do instead. You were so worried about letting him do it for free, as you tried to convince him earlier to take all the spare cash you had, so he knew you were desperate to repay him.. somehow.

"Alright," he exclaims, wheeling himself out. "I think that about does it, pretty girl."

He starts the car, and feels a sense of pride when it rumbles to life.

"Oh, thank you! I'm so grateful. I don't know how long I would have had to wait for a tow truck or how much that would have cost," You gush.

You're standing so close to him, he can smell your perfume. It's intoxicating to him and it sends his head reeling slightly.

"I'm glad I could be of service, sweetheart. Need you in the office for some paperwork now," He says, beckoning you to follow him with a wave of his hand.

yandere!mechanic's heart pounds through his chest as you innocently follow him through to the office in the back. He moves his hand to the small of your back as you go to walk through and coughs as the lock of the door clicks shut. Smirking, he gestures for you to sit down on a ratty plastic chair.

Grunting, he takes a seat in the office chair and pulls out a form from a stack of wild papers on the desk. He asks for your name, address, and phone number, which you ever so obediently give him. He scrawls it down, barely being able to hold the pen as his hand is so sweaty.

"Perfect," he purrs, shoving the paper to the side. "Now, do you think you could help me with something else?"

He looks at you with glossy eyes, and your cheeks begin to burn as he undoes his top button of his jeans. You've been eyeing him since he first appeared to you in the workshop. His solid muscle, tanned skin, veiny hands you wish would be pinning yours down.

yandere!mechanic doesn't look away from you as he pulls his jeans and underwear down in one swoop. Your eyes widen as his cock springs out, slapping audibly against his stomach. He's thick, with veins running up the sides and precum leaking out of his already wet tip.

"You gonna stare all day or be a good girl and get to work?" He commands.

Slowly, you get on your knees and crawl a little to close the gap between you. He smells of sweat and musk.

yandere!mechanic takes his cock in his hand and gives it a few languid pumps as you hover your head near it, hesitant on if it will even fit in your jaw and not dislocate it.

Impatient, he grabs a fistful of your hair to make you cry out and shoves it inside as the opportune moment. A salty taste floods your mouth and you gag slightly at the sudden intrusion. It makes your throat tighten, and yandere!mechanic groans in response, gently rutting his hips in response.

His head relaxes around your hair and cradles your head. You struggle to breathe through your nose, and you come up for air, gasping.

A thick string of saliva and precum connects you to him. He looks down at you with a passionate, but frenzied look and his dick twitches in your face, almost hitting you in the nose. With his hand applying gentler pressure, he guides you to take him as he were taming a foal, being careful to make no sudden movements and spook you.

With a soft moan, you take him in your mouth once again, swirling your tongue around the tip and against his frenulum. A sharp whimper escapes him and his hand strokes your hair. "F-fuck, jus' like that, baby. Doin' so good for me," He stutters.

Slowly, you take him deeper in your mouth, feeling his tip grazing the back of your mouth and throat. You move your gaze up to his face and meet his half-lidded eyes. He has a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead, making small strands of hair stick to his forehead.

You begin to take him quicker and a little deeper each time, making him groan deeply as you quicken the pace. You brace your hands on the inner sides of his thighs, feeling the thick muscle flex beneath your fingers. "Wanted those lips around me the second I saw ya," He mutters under his breath. "Didn't know you'd be this- fucking Jesus- warm and wet."

yandere!mechanic started to pump faster, taking over control. You started to gag around him again, in turn making the thrusts harder and faster. The salty taste of his precum swirled in your mouth as he fucked your face. Spit coated his length, dripping down your chin onto your breasts, and making a series of squelching noises fill the room. He panted roughly with each thrust, nearing his release.

"No, f-fuck, gotta be inside you for that," He said, quickly pulling you off him. You tried to scramble to your feet as he got up, still dazed by the brief lack of oxygen. Without a word, he lifted you by the arms from the floor and then the hips to place you on a semi-clear section of his desk, huffing lowly at the shit he had to shove out of the way.

yandere!mechanic slid your skirt up to your waist, his eyes widening at the sight of your black, lacy panties. He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing in small circles and chuckling at the way you tipped your head back. He can feel a warm wet patch that has soaked your panties, just like he imagined.

"Look at that, drippin' for me already?" He drawled. "Fuckin' waitin' for this, hm?"

You whimpered in response, but it wasn't enough for him.

"Use your words, bunny." His thumb began to slow down, taking away that precious friction you were so desperate for.

"Y-yes, yes! I want it!" You whined, tipping your head forward to look at him. "P-please, need you inside."

His thumb pressed down harder after hearing you offer yourself so sweetly, and his cock twitched in response to the moans leaving your throat. With a sound of frustration from you, he grabbed your panties and yanked them down your legs and over your feet, shoving them quickly into his pocket.

"Only 'cause you asked so nicely," He cooed, lining up his cock with your entrance. He didn't need to push hard to comfortably enter, your slick already coating your lips enough to draw him in. At the warmth slowly enveloping his length, yandere!mechanic let out a long, low groan.

Without waiting for you to adjust to his girth, he began harshly moving his hips and rubbing his thumb harder on your clit. "Need you to keep making those pretty noises for me, sweetheart."

Easily, you obliged and began to whine with every pull and drag of his cock. The head brushed up against your cervix once of twice, making you yelp and pull away in pain, only for yandere!mechanic to hold your hips tightly enough to bruise and pull you back down on to him.

You were quickly becoming aware of a coiling feeling and pleasurable heat pooling in your abdomen as his thrusts become harder, filling the room with the sharp sound of skin slapping skin. "Can feel you getting tighter around me, darlin'. Gonna come for me soon, yeah?" He teased.

Nodding, you lifted your legs so they rested on his shoulders and he turned his head to lightly kiss at your feet and ankles, a cute gesture that made your head spin.

"Fuck, angel, gonna come inside, fill you up," yandere!mechanic purred, making your cunt clench. Your orgasm was an overwhelming warmth now, and suddenly came crashing over you, finally making you release a long, sweet moan that was music to his ears. A few seconds later, yandere!mechanic slowed, and his hot cum spilled inside you, just as he had promised.

Sweat covered the both of you, and the scent of sex permeated the room. He moved his hands to the underside of your thighs and tipped you slightly back.

"Gotta make sure it takes, sweetheart. You're not leavin' me now."