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Mechanic Enjin loves eating pussy (fem reader, smut, pleaser Enjin, semi-public sex, 18+ only)

You had started coming to this auto-shop about two months ago. It really wasn’t anything serious, just a routine oil change, but then you saw him for the first time.

Tall, muscular, and covered in tattoos. His eyes glowing yellow-green in the shitty shop lights. He loomed in the doorway like a bad idea, one that after that moment, you couldn’t get out of your head. That strong jaw and those big hands making your stomach flip each time you saw him.

Then it seemed that your car just kept having problems. An oil leak here, a broken wiper there, and you now were known as a regular around the shop. The other mechanics laughing every time you rolled into the lot, teasing “what seems to be the problem today?” There never was a problem, just another excuse to stroll inside and watch as he worked on your vehicle.

Muscles flexing, sweat beading on his face. His cutoff tank exposing his broad shoulders and hard arms, and of course if his physique wasn’t artwork enough the man had tattoos that traced every inch of his back, arms, shoulders, and hands. You especially loved the ones that danced up his neck.

Anytime you went to the shop you looked good and you knew it. You didn’t leave your house till you were the shining symbol of sex appeal.

Your hair was blown-out and falling lusciously around your face. Your eyelashes brushed with mascara and perfectly curled made for the perfect doe eyed look. You wore the tightest shortest mini skirt you had in your closet, along with your good pink lace push up bra, that poked perfectly, and tastefully, out of the top of your cropped baby-tee tank top.

You doused yourself in your sexiest perfume, and applied a perfect top coat of cherry lipgloss before heading to the shop.

You had reserved the latest spot available, hoping to catch him alone, or at least with as little people around as possible. Tonight was the night, you were finally going to make your move.

You had said it was something wrong with the starter over the phone, unsure of what ridiculous lie to use this time. It didn’t matter though, because as you rolled into the lot, the sky already darkening, you could see that in the dim shop lights he was here, and looking as tempting as ever.

You could feel the other guys eyes drag over you as your strutted into the office, your skirt perfectly shaping around your ass, your matching pink lacy thong slightly poking out of the top. Your tits bouncy perfectly with every stride. For once you didn’t mind the stares and drooling, this little show wasn’t for them anyhow.

You stopped at the desk, the older scruffy man behind the counter giving a long and low whistle as his eyes danced over your breasts. “Now what can I help you with, doll?” He asked a giddy smirk riding up his face. You rolled your eyes. “I had an appointment at 8, to check my starter.” You reply flatly not engaging in his pathetic catcall. He unlatched his gaze from you to check his books and nodded. “Yup! I got you right here sweet cheeks.” He winks, you stare back blankly, he slides a clipboard over to you for you to sign.

“Now I would love to stay and help you myself but me and the other fellas are packing in for the night, but don’t worry you’re in good hands little lady! Enjin over there is going to lock up tonight and you’re our last costumer of the day, you can just take seat right over there while he checks everything out, alright?” The man gives you a creepy smile before finally taking the hint to your indifference.

He rounds the desk, whistling a tune and locks up the office doors, a few men filing in behind him, their eyes burning into you as they exit the garage. You sit in a chair off to the side of the garage a perfect view of your car. You wriggle anxiously in your seat as you wait for him.

Finally he emerges from the second service pit, the one next to your car. His hair is slicked back with sweat, his hands and tank covered in oil and the labor of his day. All of his tattoos completely visible, and you can see now as he stretches, that they extend onto his chest. You bite your lip softly just seeing him.

He walks over to wear you sit and you can feel your heart stop in your chest. You squeeze your arms together slightly making sure your breasts look voluptuous and desirable.

“Hey you!” He chirps a happiness in his tone, he was glad to see you, your heart leapt. You stood to greet him your legs feeling like jelly. “Hey!” You say back breathy, trying to regain some composure.

“What seems to be the problem today, sweetheart?” His voice was low and it rolled off his tongue like honey. A lustful ache forming in your abdomen at the nickname. You tried to speak but the words were getting stuck in your chest. He let out a throaty laugh, suddenly grabbing your hand. “Here come show me.” He winked at you and you could feel your skin melting. 

You both approached your car and a panic started to well within you, nothing was wrong with your car. What were you supposed to say? You spun around, stopping as you both reached the drivers side door. You lean your back against it to stop him. He quirks an eyebrow up at you in confusion, you can smell the mix of oil and fresh cologne on him, your legs trembling.

You want to tell him the truth, but a wicked grin begins to grow on his face. He places a hand right next to your face, leaning against the car, trapping you in. He leans down into your ear, you can feel the warmth radiating off his face, his breath against your neck. “There ain’t nothing wrong with this car.” He purrs, and runs his other hand slowly up your thigh. The contact making your pussy throb, his long fingers dragging around the hem of your skirt, playing with the top bands of your thong.

You can feel your breath hitch in your chest as his lips brush against your ear. “You don’t think I’ve noticed? You stroll in here every other week, dressed like this, just to tease me.” He growls, now gripping your thigh, you let out a sudden moan at the possessive touch. You can feel him smile against your ear as he begins massaging his thumb into your inner thigh. Your thong is soaked, your breasts heaving with your unsteady breaths as he inches his way upwards towards your heat.

He crashes his lips into yours, planting rough kisses on your mouth, your sighs of pleasure filling the garage. He removes his hand from the car, using it to grab your face. Pushing into you with his hips till you’re fully against the car. You can feel his large pulsing erection against your stomach as he grinds into you.

He gives you a long slow kiss, swirling his tongue over yours, before pulling away licking maliciously slow over your lips. “mm is that cherry, baby?” He asks devilishly. “Mhm.” You whine needily. His other hand still gripping and massaging your thigh. Your hips buck involuntarily, encouraging him to touch you. He grips your face tighter. “You’re so needy baby, after all this time teasing me, how does it feel being on the other side of it?” You squeeze your eyes shut tight, feeling your thighs clench, hungry for contact. “Please.” you moan to him.

He slides his hand up finding your center. You gasp as he works his long fingers in-between your folds. Your wetness gladly greeting him as he slides in over your clit. “Ah!” Another moan rips through you as he massages you in circles with his thumb, your slick dripping over his hand. He works his mouth down your neck till he finds your breasts. He squeezes them with his free hand, slowly coaxing one out and into his mouth. You gasp as his tongue makes wet hot contact with your already hard nipple.

He drags over it again and again, circling the bud meticulously, then putting it fully in his mouth sucking down hard. You lean your head back against the car, enjoying the dual stimulation. He pulls off with a loud pop that echoes through the garage.

He pulls his hand away from your drenched pussy, you groan at the loss of contact, but then he hauls you up, squeezing your ass hard in a way that makes you wonder how many other women he’s done this with. You put that thought out of mind as he plops your bare ass down onto the trunk of your car. You gasp at the sudden force.

He stares at you hungrily, pushing his hands up your thighs, your center clenching as he works his way up. He unzips your tight little skirt yanking it down hard over your ass and thighs. Discarding it somewhere behind him. “Aw you wear this all for me baby?” He groans seeing your pink lace thong, dipping his head down placing hot kisses down your stomach, your legs shuddering.

You grip the edge of the trunk helplessly watching as he works his way down, you tip your head back. He pushes up your chest till you’re laid back against the back windshield. He throws your legs over his strong shoulders pulling your ass forward. Still planting sloppy drooling kisses down your abdomen.

He licks above the band of your thong, dipping his tongue barely below it. You gasp, pushing your hips slightly forward. “So needy.” He laughs the sound vibrating against you.

He ducks his head between your legs, a deep sigh escaping you. He moves your thong to the side with his teeth. “Ah!” He shushes you. “Just let me take care of you sweetheart.” He tells you as his tongue makes slick contact with your cunt.

“Oh-oh my god.” You groan your hips snapping into his face.

He works his tongue in you, moaning into you as his tongue slides through your pussy. Your arousal already dripping down his mouth. He pulls back for a moment “You taste so good baby.” Before he dives back in. You can’t help it, you grip at his hair, pushing his mouth further into you. He works his tongue around your clit forming tight circles your hips rocking against him. “Mm” he pushes down on your lower stomach, building pressure there.

He slips his tongue inside you working it in and out. Finding that spot inside that feels so good. You are shamelessly humping his face, feeling your walls clench against his tongue. The wet sounds dirty as you ride his face.

He drags your wetness back up to your clit, sucking there, your pussy tightens and flutters, your back arching as your orgasm rips through you. You hold his face tighter into you. “Fuck!” You scream out, riding out your pleasure on his face.

He pulls off, his mouth soaked with you. He licks his lips, and bends down handing your skirt back to you. You lay on the trunk still, shuddering through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Your legs shake around his neck, falling limp against his shoulders. He rubs your knee thoughtfully planting a light kiss there. The stickiness of your cum still fresh on his lips.

He looks down at you, a wicked grin on his face.

“Let’s hope your car breaks down next week too.” He smirks, and gives you a little smack on the ass. You yelp, blushing up at him. Praying your car never gets fixed.

A/n: Lowkey inspired by that one artwork I have reposted a few posts down, I #need dat! I also love a pleaser what can I say.

Borders by: @/cafekitsune

Shota Aizawa loves a bad girl (smut, fem reader, slight bondage, sweet aftercare, 18+ only)

It had been months of long nights. He taught in the day and patrolled at night. You had been fine with it. Or at least you tried to be, but lately you’d been feeling neglected.

You were not a maiden in distress by any means. You had your own life, your own career, but at night when you’d come home to an empty bed the aggravation couldn’t help but grow.

When you first started dating Shota Aizawa the inconsistency of when you could meet seemed thrilling. Almost like a game of cat and mouse. Now it was his turn to be the mouse.

You knew his schedule fairly well now, living together giving you the advantage of being able to pin him down more. It was dark in the apartment, only the glow of moonlight through the curtains illuminated the room. You loved this high-rise. The city looked so beautiful at night. A city full of danger, one your lover had sworn to protect, but tonight he wasn’t going anywhere.

You sat perched perfectly in the window nook. The moonlight hitting your body, shimmering off the sheer négligée you wore. Exposing your bare body underneath. No panties, and nipples already perky and hard.

You could hear him shuffling in the next room, getting ready to leave for his nightly patrol. He rounded the corner now, he was in his full hero gear, his hair tied up halfway. He looked so good, so strong standing there in doorway, a breathless sigh escaped your lips.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice low and husky. You feigned a coy smile, shifting slightly in the window so your slip brushed over your breasts, exposing your hard nipples in the soft light.

“What do you mean?” You ask back, a tease in your voice. He stalked over to you, leaning down to your face. “You need to move.” He growled, you knew he always took this way out to work. You pressed a slim finger into his chest. Feeling the hard muscle underneath. “What if I don’t?” You purred, smoothing your hand over his chest, feeling it start to rise and fall rapidly.

You could feel the need growing between your legs. Pressing your thighs together at the scent of his cologne. It had been so long, you were needy. He grabbed your hand forcefully, holding it tightly in the air, an unwanted moan falling out of you. “Ah!”

“I don’t have time for this” he hissed at you. Shoving your hand back at you. You slipped a strap down your shoulder. Watching as his eyes followed you. His breathing becoming uneven, you could see the stretch of his pants tighten over his dick. He still held your hand.

You pressed your other hand down your stomach, pressing into the sheer fabric, following it down till you pressed at the heat between your legs. Another moan escaped out of your pouty lips. He groaned quietly watching you.

“Don’t be a tease, you know I have to leave.” His voice breathy and shallow. You ignored him, continuing to work your hand, more soft gasps coming from you. He had enough.

He snatched your hand away, you whined at the sudden change absence contact. “You’re being a brat.” He closed the gap between you, breathing into hungrily into your neck. He ran his tongue up to your ear, hot, wet, and greedy. You leaned your head back enjoying the warmth. Your legs pressing together needily.

He started sucking on your neck, placing a heavy hand on your thigh forcing your legs open. He thumbed at your inner thigh, teasing there. “Ah, please.” You groaned. He shook his head no against your neck. Letting it go with a loud pop.

“No, since you wanna make me late for work, you can wait.” He growled, his voice deep and full of want. You whined, and he grabbed your face. Your soft lips parting with anticipation.

His eyes glowed in the dark, and you watched as he unraveled his bandages. You gasped as he wrapped your wrists tightly, pulling them hard.

He slid his fingers between your legs now, you let out a needy moan feeling the sudden contact. “You’re already so wet for me.” He breathed, pulling you deeper into his touch with the bandages. You could feel your wetness spilling over his hand as he worked you up and down. Your hips grinding into him. Filthy moans escaping you.

He pulled his hand away, unclipping his belt and exposing his throbbing erection. You sighed breathlessly at the length of it, big and pulsing for you. A bead of precum already sitting on the tip, just from touching you.

He yanked you up by the restraints, your arms extending above your head. A sudden yelp at the movement. In an instant he had you turned around, your tits pressed against the cold window. The cold glass rubbing against your hot skin. The stimulation feeling unbearable.

He wrapped the bandages around his hand, then firmly pressed it against the window. Binding you both there. He pulled your hips back, riding your slip up over your ass. You arched back into him, and he ran his hand down your breasts, stomach, and hips. You could feel his heavy erection against your ass.

He teases you with the tip, sliding back and forth over your clit, till you were bucking your hips into the cold glass of the window. Your arousal dripping down your thighs. He groans as you rolls your hips over his head again and again. He pulls back, licking your shoulder and back up your neck.

“Is this what you wanted?” He sighs “I-

But before you can answer he slams your hips down onto his cock. The sudden fullness and intensity sending waves of pleasure all over you.

“Yes!” you yell, as he snaps his hips back into you. Possessively holding your hips and gripping your thigh, his other hand still holding your restraints firmly against the window. It was driving you crazy not to be able to touch him.

He began circling your clit as he drilled into you. The stimulation was all too much, the glass against your nipples, the pressure of his fingers touching you, the harsh thrusts inside. You could feel your walls tighten around him as he pounded up into you.

The sounds of skin against skin was filthy, your collective moans loud enough to surely be disturbing your neighbors, but you didn’t care. You continued grinding down on his dick, taking every last inch.

He sped up behind you chasing his pleasure as he continue to rub and fuck you. “Making me miss my patrol, like a little slut?” He snapped into you hard. Pushing up into your cervix. “Ah-“ you whined. He ignored it, pushing into you again and again. Hitting that spot inside you like a jackpot. His dick brushed over it again and again, as his thumb pressed into your clit.

You couldn’t take it anymore, your orgasm was hard and loud. You bounced on his cock as you rode it out. His stamina never wavering, a loud grunt coming from him. He buried his head in between your shoulders as thick hot ropes of cum shot into you. The feeling of fullness gladly welcomed by your pussy.

You both had made a mess and it dripped down your thighs as you shook with release. He slowly pulled out of you. The empty feeling made you shiver as he slowly unraveled your hands. He disappeared into the darkness coming back with a warm towel.

He wiped you down sweetly, kissing your wrists from where they were bound. He has already tucked himself back away and was still dressed to go on patrol. He scooped you up and moved you to the bed. Giving your ass a squeeze as he laid you down. He planted a rough kiss on your lips, adjusting his capturing weapon carefully back around his neck.

“Don’t do this again.” He sighed as he made his way to the doorway.

“We’ll see.” You cooed, before rolling over to sleep.

A/n: borders by @/cafekitsune! Lowkey inspired to start writing smut on here by my fav smut author @/sadisticslut666 fr check her out! This was lowkey self-indulgent bc I’m in love with Aizawa but hey sue me!

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