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Mr Mechanic {Toji Fushiguro} **So this is actually my first written work (not just shitposting anymore), I'm warming up to the idea of sharing some of my fan fiction. This is based off of a chat.ia, authored by @sxgarcore -> He's a mechanic and you need his help. Let me know if you want a Part 2!** Warnings: just a little nsfw... not that much at all. Like I said, I'm warming up lol.

It had been a blistering, sweltering day. The perfect day for a ride, but the absolute worst day to break down on the side of the road. As you had. In the middle of who knows where, the soft purr of the engine had stuttered twice, only giving you moments to pull off the freeway before your sleek bike died completely. Now, you knew your motorbikes, but you were in no shape or form (or place with the tools necessary) to even think about trying to fix whatever was wrong with your metal baby. So here you are, panting, practically dripping sweat as you finally roll your bike into the mechanic of the nearest town. Thank whichever Gods that there was one.

The day was cooling only just now the sun had begun to set, and your protective biker's jacket had long been stripped off and tied loosely around your waist. Leaving you in a grey, fitted tank top. The way you pant as you roll into the garage looking for help is comical, and it alerts said mechanic who is under a beat up, old dusty truck. He rolls out from under the car, using a rag to wipe grease from his hands.

"Can I help ya sugar?" He asks, and you pause to catch your breath as his eyes run up and down your figure.

"Well?"

You wipe some sweat from your brow and smile as best you can given the circumstance.

"My bike… broke down some miles down the freeway. M'so glad I found you!

His eyebrows jump in slight amusement and he chuckles. "Alright. It happens." He crosses his arms over his wide chest, muscles tensing in a way that finds you suddenly very interested in your nails as you fidget. He walks towards you with concentration and you step back so he can take a look at your bike. You feel awkward standing in silence, it's not even like you can go somewhere, you are stranded in the garage with a ridiculously hot and greased up hunk of muscle. Shit.

"I've been working on her myself… I really should've known better than to take her out for this big a trip… I was hopeful though." You sigh in disappointment, gazing longingly at the machine before you, thinking back to the weekend when you had thought it a good idea to tinker.

He doesn't reply straight away, just assesses the bike with meticulous focus. You wonder how meticulous he is with other things… you wonder if he has a girlfriend. He breaks your train of thought. "Here's the problem," he points to a part with a fracture through the side. "This is gonna need to be replaced… and she ain't cheap. It'll be a couple of hundred bucks." He stands, looking you over with what you think could be the slightest tinge of pity.

You swear slightly under your breath at the price, even though you should know by now having a bike isn't cheap. You try your best to remain polite. "You know, I love my bike… but sometimes I swear to God she does my head in." As you speak, you unwrap your jacket from your waist and chuck it over the seat of your bike, needing to fish around for your wallet that is in there somewhere. As you look for your wallet you don't notice how he smirks as you swear under your breath, or how his gaze dips hesitantly down your back.

"What's your name?" His question feels slightly out of the blue, but you reply nonetheless. It makes you feel slightly giddy that you get to exchange names. You swear again as you dig around for your wallet and Toji's gaze is now directly on your ass as it sticks out slightly. He eyes the curve of your butt under your jeans and feels bold. "Question… you single? Just, curiosity of course." He says as if he's the politest, most gentlemanly guy in the world.

Your eyes snap to his, a nice pink flush on your cheeks which you purposefully choose to ignore. "You coming onto me or something?" You ask a bit incredulous. Lord knows this man is not without ladies… and yet, here he is alone in his garage on a nice evening.

"Yeah, I am." He chuckles, stepping closer. "So, you got a boyfriend?"

You give him a onceover. You wonder how often he plays this little role of his, all hunky and brooding. It gives you an itch of irritation when people play it so cool, so you reply in kind. "Nope." You pop the 'p' after giving him a once over and he grins with teeth at the attitude.

"Well then, you free tonight?" He asks leaning down. You have to look up at him, you quickly realise he's too tall for you to look at all intimidating and as he continues to close the distance between your faces you shuffle and hold up a hand.

"Hold up, big guy. You're gonna need to try a bit harder than that."

An actually laugh escapes him (rude), and he wraps a free strand of hair around his finger as he looks down at you. "Try me, babe." You feel the defiance in you beginning to crumble due to the soft rasp in his voice, his dark eyes and his really, really distracting shoulders and arms. It's all you can do to whisper a reply. "I'll have you know I'm tougher than I look, to handle that is." You don't know if you’re cringing or feeling good about the reply but the amused twinkle in his eye tells you he thinks it's pretty cute.

"I think I can handle it… you." He's back to all smirks as your breath shakes in exhale.

His arms land on your bike behind you, trapping you. You can feel your heart stuttering slightly at his intense gaze. The way he leans into you - nosing just brushing - sends your mind blank, eyes flicking to his lips, the small scar at the corner. His lips barely graze yours as he mutters to you. "I need a yes…" there is a slight twitch of his jaw, and you realise he is waiting- no, holding himself back.

You feel a shiver up your spine as you whisper a reply. "Please."

The words are barely out of your mouth before his lips seal against yours, his large, rough hands cupping your jaw and tilting your face up to meet his at a deeper angle. You feel as though the breath has been stolen from you, and you just know your face his bright pink as your hands curl into his hair. He groans at the touch and his body pushed up against yours. Your lips part slightly as you feel his tight muscles against your soft curves, his hands now leaving your face and running down your sides. His fingers squeezing spots here and there along the way. He pushes a thick thigh between your legs and you have to grip his tank so you don't fall back onto your bike. A small noise escapes you at the friction between your thighs, breath stuttering.

He grins against your mouth, breaking the kiss and moving his lips down your neck in soft, kisses. He seems to realise his height is a problem for this, and in a swift movement he has hooked his hands under your ass and hoisted you up into his arms, making a approving grunt as you automatically hook your legs around his waist. He plants small bites down you neck easily now, panting softly as he sucks and nips at your soft skin. Each shuddering breath you make because of the action strokes his ego and you feel his hard, needy erection pressing firmly against your hips.

Your mind feels slightly static, a bit disconnected from what's happening but also completely aware of every slight touch and move. As if it’s too unbelievable so it is obviously just a really, really realistic wet dream. He's carrying you somewhere, pressing some button that has the garage doors closing with a grating whine of metal scraping against metal. Just as you whisper his name, you're plonked down on a workbench, papers crumpling. You try to ask if they're are important but he huffs. "As if I give a shit about that right now." His hands roam your thighs as he stands back to look at your flushed, slightly dazed expression.

"Look at you… if this is what some making out does, I'm about to wreck you." He grins wickedly, lust so evident in his eyes you feel your pussy throb, clenching around nothing. Yet.

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #y/n #reader insert #jjk x reader #help I need support #pls be nice it's my first try #eek #toji is BIG #I just know he is

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