Ek Raat, Garage, aur Woh. 🔞
The sexy mechanic..
Jai Angarchand x Reader
Warning: Sexually explicit content, smut, NSFW, one night stand (turns into more), banter, sarcasm, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, edging (slightly), p in v, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS), rough sex, riding, heavy makeout, spit kink, spit play.
Summery: Y/N's scooter breaks breaks down in the rain. She sees that that there is a mechanic shop nearly which was, to her luck, still open. She expects a quick fix of her vehicle.. not Jai Angarchand. Banter slowly turned into something... dangerous.
Thank you @rosesandpeoniesthings for the idea and this if for @cloudmast !! Love 💋
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Y/N sighed, the tiredness of the long day still on to her shoulders as she dragged her scooter toward the dimly lit garage. Rain had already started and she was soaked. The sign outside read "Chand Auto Works". To her luck it was still open.
Inside, a pair of legs stuck out from under an old Maruti. She cleared her throat. “Hello?”
“Garage band hai, kal aana,” a muffled, irritated voice said.
She frowned, she thought the man was working, but on looking closer, he was just there resting with his eyes closed. “Garage band hai ya malik band hai? Thoda farak hai dono mein.”
A deep sigh came from under the car. Jai Angarchand slid out from under the car, wiping his hands on an already dirty rag. When he looked up at her, his jaw went slack for half a second.
Fucking hell.
She was drenched, the black shirt she wore clinging to every curve of her body. The deep red pencil skirt hugged her hips and stopped mid-thigh, now riding up slightly from pushing the scooter. Her nipples were hard from the cold, straining against her shirt. Strands of wet hair stuck to her flushed cheeks and neck.
Jai stood up slowly, grease all over his forearms and that grey t-shirt he wore. His hair was messy, he had a light stubble, and those big, intense eyes made him look dreamy.
“Kya hua, madam? Rainy night stroll pe nikal padi thi kya?”
She crossed her arms, “Scooter kharab ho gaya. Theek kar do jaldi. Kal office hai, aur yeh barish mein main yahan nahi rukna chahti.”
Jai walked over to her scooter, turned the key, and the engine made a nasty grinding noise. “Engine kharab hai. Piston aur wiring dono mein gadbad lag rahi hai.”
“You know just by listening?” she asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
He smirked, grabbing a wrench. “Machine bolti hai. Tumhe samajh nahi aayega.”
She scoffed, a chuckle escaping her. “Accha? Aur meri machine kya bol rahi hai abhi?”
Jai glanced back at her, eyes deliberately dropping to her soaked chest before meeting her gaze. “Bol rahi hai ki owner bahut ziddi hai. Aur thodi si… demanding bhi.”
“Asshole.." she muttered, but her lips twitched into a smile.
He laughed. “Tool do. Wrench.”
She looked at the scattered tools and pouted, confused. She handed him a screwdriver.
Jai took it, stared at it, then looked at her. “kya kaam karti ho?”
"Assistant hu, for xyz company." She said.
He scoffed, "ironic."
Her eyes narrowed at the taunt.
He got to work, sleeves rolled up, muscles flexing. Oil soon covered his hands and somehow got on his jawline. She found herself sitting next to him, watching him work. She saw the oil on his face and without thinking, she reached out and wiped the oil from his jaw with her thumb.
Their eyes locked.
“Thanks…” he said, voice huskier.
She nodded, unable to look away. God, his eyes are really.. something.
The rain outside picked up. Jai glanced toward the entrance, then back at her.
“Lagta hai tumhe mere saath hi raat guzarni padegi, madam. Bahar toh toofan hai.”
Her eyes narrowed at his suggestive words.
He realized it too and cleared his throat, but the smirk didn’t leave. “…aur tumhari scooter ko bhi. Yeh hi matlab tha mera. Gandi soch..”
She scoffed, cheeks flushing. “Achha? Main toh kuch bola bhi nahi.”
Jai leaned closer, pretending to reach for a tool, his arm brushing against her thigh. “Flash theek se pakdo.” he handed her a torchlight.
They then heard thunders, it was a thunderstorm.
He hummed, glancing outside. With a sigh, Jai stood up, wiping his greasy hands on his already ruined t-shirt, and walked over to pull the heavy garage shutter down with a loud clang.
Her eyes narrowed. “Kya hua?”
“Aise barish mein impossible hai tumhara ghar jaana,” he said. “Dekho, do-teen hafte ke liye dad ghar pe nahi hain. Toh tum… raat ko yahin raho. Main kuch nahi karunga. Promise.”
She crossed her arms, “I don’t trust you,” she smirked, tilting her head.
“Theek hai, jao barish mein,” he huffed, gesturing toward the closed shutter.
She couldn’t help it, she giggled, “Accha accha… thank you. Mujhe bahut thand lag rahi hai.”
Jai nodded, satisfied. “Iss scooter ko utna kuch nahi hua hai. Kal subah theek kar dunga. Andar aao.”
He led her through a side door into the attached house. The living space was cozy with warm lighting. He pointed at the old sofa. “Yahin ruko. Hilna mat.”
She stood there, dripping, as he disappeared into another room. He returned with a clean towel, tossing it to her. The warmth wrapped around her instantly. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring it, rubbing the towel over her wet hair and arms.
When she opened her eyes again, Jai was standing there naked.
Okay, she was being dramatic.
He wasn’t fully naked, he was shirtless.
But the sight was still mesmerising. His lean, toned body was on full display. His shoulders were broad, arms defined from years of mechanical work, and a trail of dark hair running down his chest and torso, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. That happy trail looked far too inviting.
“…Tum nange kyun ho?” she asked, her best attempt at sarcasm.
He laughed, running a hand through his messy hair. “T-shirt ganda ho gaya tha, oil se. Comfort chahiye tha.”
She let her intrusive thoughts win and blurted out before she could stop herself, “Pant bhi toh gandi ho gayi hai…”
Jai’s jaw dropped, then he burst into genuine laughter. “Chi yaar, what’s wrong with you?”
She giggled, cheeks flushing but refusing to back down. “Tumne hi toh kapde utar diye! Main toh sirf observe kar rahi thi.”
He handed her a bottle of water, his gaze dropped shamelessly to her chest. Her nipples were still visibly hard against the damp fabric, the cold keeping them perked up. He didn’t even try to hide it.
“Perv,” she accused, taking the bottle but not moving away.
“I am,” he admitted without a bit of shame.
She stared at his lips, at the stubble on his sharp jaw. He stared right back, at her mouth, at the wet strands of hair clinging to her neck.
Eye contact is a dangerous thing, because one second ago, they were just standing there.
The next, they were on each other.
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Jai’s hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in roughly as their mouths crashed together. She moaned into the kiss, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails lightly scratching.
Jai’s hand slid to the back of her head, threading through her damp hair as he pulled her in. He sucked on her bottom lip. His stubble scraped against her soft chin. Her soaked shirt pressed against his warm skin, the contrast making him shiver.
Her mind was a going nuts. This is crazy. Main jaanti bhi nahi hu isse. But god, he feels so good.
Jai’s thoughts were equally chaotic. He’d been fighting the attraction since the moment she’d walked in dripping wet, but now that he needed her. She’s so soft against him.
Their mouths parted slightly, and then their tongues met, slow at first then bolder.
He pulled her even closer, and the kiss turned exactly how she liked it, sloppy, wet, and filthy.
She deliberately her her tongue slide messily against his, pushing more saliva into his mouth. Spit coated their chins as she sucked on his tongue. Strings of saliva connected them every time they shifted angles. She deliberately made it messier, drooling a little more just because she loved the slick, dirty feeling of it.
They had been devouring each other for too long.
He was rock hard, his dick straining against his pants. She had been wet all along and the kissing intensified it.
Finally, Jai detached his mouth from hers. He kissed her cheek, then moved to her ear, nibbling at the lobe. Then he buried his face into her neck, breathingher in. He started sucking and kissing the soft skin there, leaving faint marks.
This feels far too intimate for a casual hook-up, she thought, a shiver running through her. It felt dangerously nice.
His hands moved to her shirt, fingers opening the buttons one by one. Finally. She slid her hands down his bare chest until she reached his bulge. She palmed him through his pants, feeling how hard he was, and started undoing his belt.
Jai groaned against her neck. Her shirt slipped off her shoulders, revealing her in a black bra that barely contained her breasts. His lips trailing down to kiss and lick at her cleavage, stubble scraping deliciously over the soft mounds. She managed to undo his belt completely and let it clatter to the floor.
Impatience won and Jai suddenly scooped her up. He carried her to the couch and sat her down on it, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her drenched red pencil skirt. He peeled it down her legs.
She lay there in just her bra and panties, eyes half-lidded with lust. She lifted one foot and slowly rubbed it against the bulge in his boxers, feeling it twitch under her foot.
“Fuck…” Jai muttered, quickly shoving his pants down and kicking them away. He stood there in just his boxers, the thick imprint of his hard cock clearly visible. The sight made her pussy flood with arousal.
He dropped to his knees in front of the couch. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. He looked up at her, silently asking.
She nodded, biting her lip.
He pulled them down and tossed them aside. Instinctively, she closed her legs, a flicker of nervousness hitting her. Jai wasn’t having any of it. He gripped her thighs firmly and spread them wide apart, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch and toward his mouth.
Then he went to town.
The first long, slow lick from her asshole all the way up to her clit made her eyes widen and a sharp gasp tear from her throat. “Ahh!” her asshole clenched at the foreign touch.
Jai groaned loudly against her. She was drenched and tasted intoxicating. He licked up her juices with broad strokes of his tongue. He sucked her clit, alternating between gentle suction and rapid flicks that made her hips jerk.
Every swipe of his warm and wet tongue pleasured her. He lightly scraped his teeth over her swollen clit, making her sob. He spat directly onto her hole before diving back in, making everything even sloppier. The sounds of him eating her out filled the room.
She was losing herself. He was too good at it. Her fingers curled into his hair, gripping hard as soft, breathless screams and moans spilled from her lips.
Jai shoved two thick fingers inside her without warning, curling them perfectly against that spot. Her back arched off the couch, a louder cry escaping her. He pumped them steadily while his tongue continued its assault on her clit.
He scissored his two fingers inside her, stretching her soaked pussy open to prepare her for what's about to happen. Her thighs began to tremble, her walls clenching around his fingers as she was about to cum.
Just as she was right on the edge, Jai pulled his mouth and fingers away completely.
She let out a loud, frustrated whine, “Kya kar rahe ho?”
He chuckled “Itna jaldi nahi.” Jai stood up and shoved his boxers down. His thick, girthy cock sprang free, heavy and veiny. He gave it two slow strokes. It looked almost intimidating.
“Dheere?” he asked, as he looked down at her.
"Nahi." She said quickly, eyes glued to his cock. He raised his eyebrows and smirked.
He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and let it fall off. Her tits spilled out, full and soft, nipples hard. He leaned down and kissed her lips once, before lining up the fat head of his cock against her hole.
“Condom?” he asked, breathing heavily.
She stared at him for a long second, then huffed, “No need.” (DO NOT DO THIS OKAY I JUST LIKE WRITING KINKY SHIT)
A smirk spread across his face, satisfied.
He pushed in slowly. Her pussy took him in surprisingly smoothly, thanks to how he had eaten and stretched her out.
“Sab theek?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed, jaw tight from how insanely her pretty pussy was gripping him.
“Hm…” she answered, voice desperate. “Move… please.”
Jai hooked her legs over his shoulders, and started drilling into her. The first powerful thrust made her eyes widen, then roll back as she screamed in pure pleasure. His thick cock slammed directly into her G-spot with every stroke.
It felt like he was splitting her open in the best possible way. Every vein on his cock dragged against her sensitive walls. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the room as he fucked her hard. Her eyes closed and all she could think about what how big he felt.
Jai groaned loudly, the tight heat of her pussy driving him insane. “Mm.. fuck,” he growled.
Her moans were too loud. He clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries while continuing to fuck her. The pleasure was almost too much for both of them. Barely three minutes in, they were already about to cum.
He suddenly pulled out completely.
She groaned in frustration, "Kya problem hai tumhara?!” she whined.
He chuckled breathlessly. “Itni jaldi nahi. Utho.”
She obeyed. Jai sat down on the couch and pulled her on top of him. She understood immediately. She sat on his lap and lined up his cock with her entrance and sank down onto him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, tongues sliding as she started bouncing on his dick. Their moans were swallowed by each other’s mouths. Jai grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh hard, and began lifting her up and slamming her back down onto his cock.
This time she couldn’t hold back. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she came hard, soaking him with her cum. She screamed into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders.
Jai quickly lifted her off, pulled out, and wrapped his hand around his cock. He jerked it twice and came with a groan, thick ropes of cum painting her stomach.
...
After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Jai’s hand lazily slid down her back and landed on her ass with a firm slap.
“Uth jao,” he said.
She groaned softly, burying her face deeper into his neck. Her body felt limp, thoroughly fucked and satisfied.
He huffed in amusement, then simply wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up with ease. He took her to the bathroom. He set her down gently on the toilet seat.
“Pee,” he instructed casually while turning on the tap and cleaning himself.
She looked at him, "with you here?"
He smirked, "Dekh toh liya sab.. dont be shy."
She blushed but did as told. When she finished, he pointed toward the shower. “Nahalo. Garam paani hai. Call me if you need anything.”
He stepped out finally giving her privacy, and went to his bedroom. He rummaged through a drawer and pulled on a pair of loose black shorts. Then he grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts, one that was super old and now probably too big for him also.
When he turned around, she was standing there in the doorway, completely naked. Water trailing down her curves, over her breasts, and down her tummy. Behind her, there was a trail of water from the bathroom all the way to his bedroom.
Jai stared at the mess for a second before looking back at her.
“Tumne towel nahi diya… meri kya galti,” she said with a mischievous smile.
He tried to keep a straight face but failed. Cute. He thought.
He grabbed a clean towel from the cupboard and gave it to her. He started drying her off, first her hair, then her shoulders, her back, and down her arms. He took his time on her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples teasingly, which she slapped away. Once she was dry, she slipped into his t-shirt.
They moved to his bed. She immediately turned toward him, pulling him close. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, the other resting on her hip under the t-shirt.
For a while, neither spoke.
“Kal office hai na?” he murmured quietly
“chup,” she replied sleepily, pressing closer.
He chuckled softly. “sorry, madam.”
Soon, both of them drifted off to sleep.
...
Next morning.
Jai was crouched beside her scooter in the garage.
She stood a few feet away. She was sipping the hot chai he had made for her earlier in the same tshirt of his. Her office clothes were still lying in a damp, crumpled pile on his bedroom floor. There was no way she was going to the office today.
Jai gave the scooter one final check, wiped his hands on a rag.
“Ho gaya,” he announced.
She smiled, lowering the cup from her lips. “Kitna hua?”
He hummed, pretending to think, running a hand through his messy hair. “Puncture ka hua…”
She frowned instantly, tilting her head. “Puncture toh tha hi nahi?”
Jai’s lips curved into a slow, mischievous grin. He grabbed a screwdriver and gave the rear tire a sharp jab. The tire began to deflate.
She stared in pure disbelief, mouth falling open.
“Ab ho gaya,” he said smugly, turning back to her with a wink. “Kal phir aana.”
For a second, there was complete silence.
Then she exploded with a laugh.
“YOU ASSHOLE!”
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Writing smut during ovulating is my favorite thing ever. So here is yall's goon material. @rosesandpeoniesthings ne yeh idea mujhe diya, aur @cloudmast ne mujhe bole yeh likhne so here you go! I love you my girlies and i hope this satisfies some of that thirst you have bottled up 💋.
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