A/N: A/N: This one flowed quite well I feel~ MK23 lends herself well to more teasing/passionate fics such as this; she's a sweetheart~

Do enjoy~


Crush

It was a busy day in the Repair Bay.

Not least because multiple echelons were returning from various missions. Some came back from scouting operations with some minor grazes, others came back from battle with missing limbs that needed replacing and such. Though the automated machines did the majority of the repair work, physical technicians were required for the finer details, such as carefully shaving off metal to make room for fresh pieces to replace it.

One technician in particular found himself working on SPAS-12, who had been part of a night battle echelon and come back with some relatively minor, though still tricky-to-fix injuries – the bullets having ricocheted at just the right angle to embed themselves into her rather than pierce straight through. Thankfully extracting bullets and shrapnel from T-Dolls was far easier than with a human, allowing him to drill a hole in, withdraw the bullet, then seal the hole back up – no pain felt from the process due to the T-Dolls themselves turning their pain receptors off.

Though the fact SPAS-12 wasn't exactly a patient person made it more troublesome.

''Come on~ Are you done yet~? I'm hungry~''

''Patience, please.'' The technician responded with a long-suffering tone, putting his drill down and reaching in with some tweezers, pulling out a bullet. ''Next time don't try and face-tank one of those machine-gun drones.''

SPAS-12 merely whined, earning a roll of the eyes from the technician. It was that motion though that let him notice some new arrivals coming in through the loading bay doors, and his eyes nigh-instantly locked onto one T-Doll in particular. MK23. The handgun-wielding cat-girl walked with a slight limp, her voice lost over the whine and rumble of machinery but the words 'sore hip' and 'ricochet' reaching his ears regardless, watching as she held onto her dress lest it fall off and leave her practically naked.

To his envy though one of the other technicians escorted the cat-girl into another repair bay, pulling a curtain closed and hiding whatever might go on. Though he knew the guy would likely just repair her his mind generated all sorts of lewd possibilities – of him ogling her as he repaired her, of getting her to strip for him and laying herself bare, of perhaps even getting it on right then and there, banging with the clatter of machinery to hide it.

The possibility was low, but the jealous thought clung to the technician's mind. Not least because he himself had a crush on MK23. It was hard not to after all; she was cute, funny, charming and with subtly-flirtatious tone whenever she spoke with him. He'd been meaning to ask her out for weeks now but always chickened out at the last second, diverting his would-be confession into a random topic that MK23 went along with unflinchingly, unaware of his imminent confession.

He sighed to himself, staring at SPAS-12's thighs and methodically continuing his work. Someday he'd confess. Probably. Hopefully.

''Are you done yet~''

He sighed. ''Soon.''

Soon, he told himself.

X-x-X

Evening fell, and when it did the technician retired to his personal quarters in the dormitory wing, reading some comics and with some music playing over the TV, changing tracks as the channel dictated.

That was until he got a sudden knock at his dormitory door.

''Hm?'' The young man sat upright in surprise, pausing for only a moment before hurriedly putting his book down. ''C-Coming!''

Swift steps carried him to the door, unlocked it – and the wind was nearly knocked out of him as he laid eyes on MK23, stood on the other side of the doorway. The cat-girl smiled at him, head tilted down and hands innocently behind her back, holding something just out of sight from him.

''Hey~'' The T-Doll merrily greeted him. ''Are you busy at the moment?''

''Uh, no. Not at all.'' He fumbled for words, stepping aside. ''Come in.''

Chirping a thanks MK23 skipped inside, lifting up the item in her hands – revealing it to be a comic. One that he'd lent her a week or so ago. ''I just finished this and came to give it back. Mind if I borrow the next edition?''

Vaguely he recalled which one that was. ''Oh, yeah, that's fine. Here I'll uh, grab it.''

With only mild awkwardness the technician crossed his bedroom over to the TV cabinet where he kept his comics, peripherally aware of MK23 waiting by the door, humming a sweet tune. His personal quarters weren't the biggest, closer to a small rectangle, making the sound all the more present in his mind; the music from the TV quietening as it went on an ad break. Earlier thoughts came back to haunt him and he found himself thinking of a certain T-Doll. Something that soon temped him to speak.

''So uh...'' He started. ''How was the repairs? You didn't get too badly hurt, right?''

''No, just some shrapnel that hit by hip.'' MK23 cheerfully responded. ''Mister Ramirez fixed me up good~''

''That so.'' He coughed to hide his gulp, getting more bold. ''Did he do a good job with it?''

''Yep~'' There was a curious lilt to her voice now... one that changed into a more playful, daresay flirtatious tone. ''Why~? Wanna check it out yourself, Mister~?''

He didn't reply to that, earning a giggle from MK23. The technician blushed at the pretty sound and finally found the comic she was wanting, his eyes sweeping over the dark blue carpet and past the grey wall to where MK23 stood. She smiled prettily at him, her tail swishing idly behind her and her gaze flickering down to the comic in his hands, the cutesy expression on her face getting his heart thumping in his chest – the urge to speak his feelings hitting stronger than ever.

And after a moment, he dared to. ''S-Say, 23...''

''Hm? What is it?'' The cat-girl glanced up at his face, curious.

''I've been meanin' to tell you something for a while now, and uh...'' He coughed. ''I was wondering if you wanted to... y'know, go out for coffee this Saturday...''

MK23's eyes widened in surprise, stunned for a moment... before a smile spread across her face, and she giggled. ''Hehe~ I was wondering when you'd ask me out~''

''H-Huh?''

''I knew you had a thing for me, Mister~'' MK23 cheekily winked. ''I was just waitin' for you to confess to me.''

The thought lifted a great weight off of his shoulders, eliciting a disbelieving laugh from the young man too – feeling silly that he could've gotten her sooner if he'd just been up-front about it. MK23 smiled coyly at him and hopped closer, accepting the offered comic... before putting it on his bedside table, instead wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in close. Her nose brushed against his nose and her lips grazed his, instantly rooting the technician to the spot, his eyes locked onto her heterochromatic ones.

''Rather than go out for coffee...'' MK23 breathed coyly. ''Why don't we get started right here~?''

The technician had only a single second to register her words before MK23 suddenly leaned in, her lips making contact with his own in a kiss. Almost instantly he reciprocated, both of his hands coming to rest on her waist and pulling the T-Doll in close, dragging out the kiss and earning a pleased hum from the cat-girl. Her arms snaked around his shoulders and pressed herself against him, both of them only drawing apart by their burning lungs.

And then almost immediately they reconnected their lips in a kiss; groaning into it. Just kissing the T-Doll was borderline entrancing, slowly losing himself in MK23's lips – the soft smooches ringing in his ears. Inevitably they drew apart, their eyes meeting once more and eliciting a giggle from MK23, her right hand slipping into his and pulling him over towards his bed in the corner of the room. He didn't resist, and in a moment of daringness he slipped his hand from hers and snaked it around her stomach, planting a kiss on her shoulder.

''Ooh~'' MK23 cooed teasingly, twisting to face him. ''So eager~''

The technician blushed. ''Sorry, too far or-''

''Not at all.'' A kiss smooched his nose. ''I like it, actually~''

Emboldened the technician darted in and kissed her full on the lips, devouring MK23's moan of surprise and enticing her to fight back with her tongue, pushing it between his lips. His own tongue met hers halfway, their wet appendages wrestling between their mouths even as MK23 eased herself down onto his bed, tempting him to break off the kiss and push her down onto it – pinning the cat-girl down to the grey sheets. Not that she seemed to mind that.

Flashing him an inviting smile was all it took to tempt him in, their lips meeting once more and their tongues wrestling between their mouths – swapping spit before breaking apart for air moments later, the thin string of saliva that hung between their lips snapping an instant later. Without a word said MK23 grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him down atop her, one hand sliding down to his ass and pushing him between her parted legs; pressing their stomachs together.

''I like you too~'' MK23 breathed against his lips. ''So let's skip to the good part, 'kay~?''

The technician didn't need a bigger hint than that; responding by way of kissing her once more and devouring MK23's throaty moan. His hips pushed forth at the same time, grinding himself against her crotch and earning a pleased coo from the playful cat-girl, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him against her more, both of them practically dry-humping as they kissed. Though the friction was slight and the layers of fabric between them muffled the feeling it was erotic all the same, hastening his movements and coaxing further groans from the cat-girl underneath him.

Until with a cute grunt MK23 rolled them over, pinning him to the bed. The technician blinked as he found himself on his back, gazing up at the T-Doll as she leaned upright with a cheeky smirk. Rather than speak she slipped her hands down to the hem of her dress and pulled it straight up over her head, flashing him her flat stomach and bra-clad breasts, the latter clad in a flowery pink bra that pushed her chest up arousingly, leaving plenty of cleavage on display.

''Take your clothes off too, Darling~'' MK23 cooed playfully.

The new nickname instantly burned the technician's cheeks, his head jerking in a nod before he started working on the buttons of his shirt – undoing them within moments and all but yanking his arms out of the sleeves. As he did so his eyes remained glued onto the cat-girl straddling him, watching as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, causing it to go slack. MK23 held it to her breasts and methodically shrugged the straps off her shoulders, her coy look not waning even slightly as she did so.

Until with a hum she tossed her bra to the side; laying bare to him her plump breasts tipped with pinkish nipples. Despite her request the young man couldn't contain himself, both his hands sliding up her smooth belly and groping her doughy-soft breasts, squishing them between his fingers. The T-Doll mewled at his touch and responded by rocking her hips, grinding her panty-clad pussy against his swelling bulge, reminding him of what else waited beneath her clothes.

''Mn...'' The thought tempted his hands off of her breasts and to his pants, hurriedly undoing his belt and sliding it off; letting him unbutton his pants.

MK23 helpfully lifted herself off his waist long enough for him to shove his camouflage pants down and kick them off his feet, leaving him in just his boxers. Flashing him an approving smile MK23 responded in kind, sliding her hands down to her pink panties, tugging them down. He watched with rapt attention as they slid down her creamy thighs, slowing to a crawl and giving him a peek at her womanhood – only to tug her panties back up with playful giggle.

''Come on...'' He groaned, needy.

''Take off yours first~'' MK23 teased.

The young man didn't hesitate to comply, digging his thumbs in and shoving his striped boxers down, some heat flooding his cheeks as his erect cock was exposed. MK23 blushed at the sight of it but held up her end of the bargain, peeling her underwear down her thighs and off her legs – keeping one hand over her womanhood in a final tease, tempting him with the view beneath. The faux-demureness made it more erotic than anything else, soon tempting him to grasp her wrist and tug it aside, allowing him to admire her smooth slit – her position meaning his dick was practically touching her sex.

MK23 fixed that by cupping the back of his cock and pushing him against her womanhood, cooing as she rocked her hips and practically grinded on him. The young man groaned at that, rocking his own hips and getting off on the slight friction, the lack of any clothes on either of them making it all the more exciting. Doubly so when MK23 lifted her hips up a tiny bit and shuffled closer, allowing her to line the tip up with her entrance – the tip teasing it but not quite entering.

Not until he grabbed her waist. ''Put it in...''

''As you wish...'' MK23 leaned back a bit. ''...Darling~''

Then without another word MK23 eased herself down onto his cock. What little foreplay they'd done had eased her into the mood, letting his cock slide inside her with only token resistance – forcing a tight gasp from the technician's lips as he felt her searing vice clamp down on him, so ungodly hot yet blissfully snug that his mind briefly short-circuited. His fingers sunk into her waist and guided her down deeper, his breath hitching briefly as he slid in more and more – until at last he was balls-deep in her, their pelvises flush together.

''Myaa~'' MK23 mewled, her tail waggling. ''Gosh, I can feel it twitching inside me~ You're so excited, aren't you~''

The technician merely groaned, bucking his hips up and fucking a soft, drawn-out moan from MK23, the cat-girl's lips spreading out into a smile before she rocked her hips, stirring him around her searing insides. The T-Doll slowly started to move at that, moans drifting past her lips as she raised her waist up only to impale herself back down barely a split-second later, her movements tentative at first but quickly gaining speed as she got used to the motion.

And as she got used to it she built up a rhythm; taking him deep inside her with every bounce of her hips. MK23 was quick to spice things up though, slowing her hips only to rotate them around in slight circles, stirring him about her clenching insides until he moaned for her to resume bouncing – enticing her to do just that. Only now she was moving to an unseen beat, smacking herself down rhythmically before speeding up, her flesh slapping down against his until she suddenly slowed, making him wait an agonising second before she took him balls-deep in her.

''Ah~ Ah~'' MK23 moaned happily, resting her hands on his chest and leaning forwards – her breasts unintentionally pushed together by her biceps, emphasising their plump shape. ''Darling, does it feel good~?''

''Y-Yeah...!'' The technician managed to gasp out, sliding his hands down to her ass and groping her rear.

The cat-girl cooed; her voice momentarily rising in pitch when he tugged on her black cat tail, her inner walls clamping lovingly around his shaft at the same time. Paying him back MK23 leaned down and stole a kiss, their lips remaining joined for a mere few moments before they were forced apart, but the brief kiss only excited them both further.

Something that tempted the young man to sit upright. MK23 adjusted her hold on him, her arms looping over her shoulders and pushing her bare breasts against his chest, enticing the technician to put his hands on her thighs and hold her close – groaning into her ear as he started to thrust up into her tight tunnel. The T-Doll worked her waist in kind, impaling herself onto him with breathy grunts or cute mewls, squeezing his shaft with every drop.

''Dar- Mmph~'' MK23's breathy mewl was cut short as he kissed her; melting her voice into a wordless moan of bliss.

The young man kept the kiss going as she rode him, shifting his hands to her rear and helping the cat-girl bounce on him, spearing himself into her wet, wanting depths. The searing grip on his shaft seemed to grow even tighter, her walls quivering as he scraped between her walls and made her rake his back with her nails, nearly scratching him had she not been so gentle about it. The thought only hastened his upwards thrust, hilting himself in the T-Doll with growing excitement, unable to hold himself back any longer.

''2-23, I can't...!'' He gasped to the cat-girl, feeling her wet heat clamp around him.

''D-Do it~!'' She cried out, pushing her face into his neck. ''C-Cum in me, Darlin- Ah~!''

A shrill, pleasure-filled squeal tumbled out of MK23's mouth as he suddenly and powerfully climaxed inside her – unloading thick, plentiful ropes of heat into her innermost parts. The feeling was so novel and intense the T-Doll climaxed practically an instant later, her walls seizing around his pulsating shaft and wringing even more of his hot load out, her juices leaking around his cock as they orgasmed together.

MK23 kept feverishly rocking her waist until her stamina began to wane, the cat-girl letting out a moan as she gradually slowed until she inevitably came to a stop – panting into his ear with hot, puffing breaths. The technician held onto her tightly, kissing her cheek and neck in breathless arousal, satisfied just holding her naked body so close to his own; sharing their body heat in the most lewd, intimate way possible.

Until MK23 kissed him on his right ear, and whispered into it. ''Darling, can you go another round?''

With her on his lap, asking for it? Most certainly.

He proved that by holding her tighter and shuffling back further onto the bed, carefully laying MK23 down on the sheets without pulling out. The T-Doll cooed and kept her arms around his neck, holding him close as he eased himself down on top of her, both of them moaning as he started to move – slow back-forth rocks of his hips sending electrified jolts through their joined parts.

The addictive feeling only encouraged the technician to keep moving, pumping himself between her nether lips and sheathing himself entirely within her, bumping against her innermost parts. Being the one to do the moving was a new feeling but one that he quickly found himself liking; a groan of bliss tumbling from his lips as he moved. The realisation that he was fucking MK23, belated as it was, only excited him further – wanting to make sure she wouldn't forget this for the rest of her life.

A thought that gave him the strength to speed up; plunging himself inside MK23 with renewed vigour. The cat-girl gasped in surprise and held onto him tighter, her cute voice muted when he stole her lips in a strong kiss, tilting her head back with one hand so he could keep it going – dragging it out even as he railed his newfound love. She reciprocated wholeheartedly, weaving her fingers between his own and guiding his hand from her cheek to her left breast, encouraging him to touch her.

''Mn~!'' MK23 moaned into his mouth as he did just that; squishing her plump breast between his lustful fingers.

The sounds she made drove him wild, and with a moan of his own the technician bucked his hips with unending passion, the raw 'pap-pap-pap' of their clapping flesh bouncing off the walls and filling his personal quarters, so loud he wouldn't be surprised if his neighbours overheard. He didn't care if they did; let them hear him fuck the T-Doll under him and show her his love. He didn't care one bit.

''Mm~! Darling, Dar- ah~!'' Another sweet cry fled her lips as he buried his face into her neck, hungrily kissing and nipping at her creamy flesh, marking her with hickeys.

The cat-girl clawed at his back with one hand and grasped the back of his head with her other, her back arching off the bed and pushing her bust against him. The young man responded by snaking his free arm underneath her back, keeping her boobs pressed against him and slamming himself into her pussy all the harder, growing so rough he was briefly worried he'd hurt her – but MK23 was nothing if not durable, taking his pounding thrusts with sweet cries of pleasure that echoed in his ears.

Their prior orgasms had only made them more sensitive; every thrust, every forceful clap of flesh, every grope or scratch, all of it was amplified thrice over. He could intimately feel the shape of her insides as he plunged into her, how her walls practically sucked him back in when only the tip was let in and how snugly she clenched around him when he bottomed out inside her, almost begging him to stay balls-deep inside her. So raw and intense was the pleasure that he rapidly found himself running out of stamina, a distinct heat racing up his cock and begging for release.

''23... I'm...!'' He warned; groaning the words into her neck.

In response the T-Doll pulled him out of her neck, hands cupping his cheeks and staring him straight in the eyes – the moment lasting even as he kept slamming into her weeping, wet pussy, the urge to blow his load ever so tempting, yet they didn't kiss. Instead they waited, dragging out every moment as her own orgasm swelled, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist and his short, hammering thrusts making him throb against her insides-

''Darlin-!''

-and just as they peaked in unison the technician darted down, mashing their lips together in a passionate kiss and climaxing in unison. Their locked lips muffled MK23's shrill squeal of pleasure, her curvy body seizing in orgasmic bliss and his own hips jerking back-and-forth, spearing him between her tightening walls and shooting rope after rope of searing heat into her, splattering it across her walls or into her innermost parts, filling MK23 with his heat for the second time.

Until with a grunt he bottomed out inside MK23 and went still; intimately feeling her walls squeeze him repeatedly, incidentally wringing out every last drop of cum she could from him.

''Mn... ahh...'' The young man soon groaned, rearing his hips back and finally pulling out.

Beneath him MK23 mewled in bliss, giving him a beautiful, if breathless smile as she came down from her own orgasmic high. Both were too out-of-breath to speak so he just shuffled down onto the bed next to her, wordlessly snaking his arms around her bare belly and pulling her back against him – earning a pleased coo from MK23 as they spooned, his dick twitching against her behind. She curled her tail around his left arm in response and snuggled back into him, basking in the afterglow.

''Mm... that was fun~'' MK23 breathed, eyes shutting. ''So... wanna go for a date on Saturday, like you said?''

''Coffee date?''

''Mm... I'm thinking more of a romantic dinner date~'' She playfully fired back. ''And maybe after that...''

MK23 peeked at him from over her shoulder, suggestively wiggling her eyebrows. ''You could 'inspect' me more thoroughly~''

''Sounds good to me...''

''Hehe~''

Safe to say the technician spent many more nights 'inspecting' MK23.

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