[DOM!POV] Finn McMissile x [SUB] Lightning McQueen

Simmer Down

I was cruising around outside the closed body shop, headlights off, engine nearly silent. I was looking for a man who was an idol to many, but he fucked up--he fucked up bad.

In one of my past intel assignments, I followed him as he smuggled steroid-infused oil in his trunk all the way across the ocean on a ferry from Britain back to America. I wouldn't be on this assignment if he didn't get involved with Britain.

Now, I almost felt bad for him. He was staying at a slummy body shop in LA because he knew the feds were on his ass. What he didn't know is that I was the only one working this case, I told everybody else to piss off because we had more than enough going on at home. I wanted him all for myself. I convinced my superiors that he wasn't dangerous and that I could handle him, I was British intelligence--constantly armed to the grille--and he was just a racer who broke bad.

Lightning McQueen.

Just thinking about what I would do to him when I caught him here made my evaporator core start to drip a bit of condensate down the passenger side of my undercarriage and onto the asphalt under me, the result of it trying to cool my internal temp down.

"Shit," I whispered and backed into a parking space far enough away that he would pay no mind to me but that I could see him clearly if he started to pull into the garage area.

I took a sharp breath in and let it out shakily. He came up the road and did as I thought he would. I slowly pulled out and went around to the front as he started to enter the garage. As long as he doesn't look in his mirrors there is no chance that he could see me.

Just as the garage door starts to close I slam my gas and zip under it. It slams down behind me and he zooms back around to face me, as if he knew this would happen but was still surprised that he was finally getting caught.

"Finn McMissile, British Intelligence. Don't worry, son. I am not going to take you yet. In fact, I might even let you go if you do me a favor," I saw how his eyes met mine when I drew out the word 'favor' and I felt my insides heat up again. I know he wants me, I know it.

He glances away for a second and I can see him dripping underneath, which just further gets me hot and bothered and I slowly roll over behind him.

"I-I can't... I... f-fuck," he backs into me, surprising me as my wheels start to glide over his waxed shell. I let out a low gasp as his warm exhaust pipe touched the backside of my undercarriage.

"Is that right? You want me so bad that you can't speak? Huh?"

I started to roll back down off of him, feeling the steam from his exhaust pipe hit every bit of my undercarriage and having to restrain myself from not lunging right back onto him.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, bud. You're going to have to beg me to fuck you until your pretty little fuel tank almost runs out of gas, and only then will I fuck every last drop of it out of you."

He starts to drip so much condensate that a small stream forms and trickles down a crack in the cement of the garage. God, he might just overheat, and what fun will that be?

"P-please! Fill my virgin pipe!"

I force myself to laugh, "You don't even know me, are you really this desperate?"

He looks at me, "I don't care who you are. I am doing you a favor, am I not?" He sounds whiny, like he was cheated out of something.

"Oh is that right? Because it sure seems like you were the one that backed into me and forced your exhaust pipe onto me. I never said what the favor was, did I?" I felt my engine start to heat up, begging to be used.

"Please just fuck me already! I can't take it anymore, Finn. I need your bulletproof body on top of my weak fiberglass shell," he forced himself back up under me and I couldn't help but rev my engine a little bit. He moaned in pleasure at the vibration this caused.

"Oh yeah? You want to be used? Used like the washed up racing car that you are?" I started to rev even more, pushing my underside up against his exhaust pipe and putting myself into 4x4 mode so I wouldn't slip.

He started to gasp and moan as I revved more and more. Our condensate started to collect and mix underneath us and this made me even more turned on.

"Don't stop, Finn..." he started to pant and shake as I thrust the barrel of one of my guns into his pipe, making sure that the safety was on. As I moved it back and forth he started to push up against me even more and I felt my axels start to freeze up.

I felt coolant rush to every inch of my machinery, working to soothe it, as I climaxed on top of him.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I kept pushing the gun in and out of him until he came underneath me. A stream of oil started to slick down between his tires and I gasped. "I broke it. I fucked you so hard that I severed something."

He was out of breath and speechless, unable to compensate for the vigor with which I fucked him.

"We are in a body shop, though. Let me get under there and fix you up ASAP."

He closed his eyes and managed out a soft, "Yes, that'll be good."

I slid off of him and put a car jack under the side which was the origin of the leak and began to search for short term sealant or replacement parts. I smiled and knew that I could get intel out of him in a state like this, god what a good asset he could be.

I will redact a few things on official documentation, though. Just label it under "investigative technique"

I did well, ohhhh yes; I did well.