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Pairing: Park Seonghwa (Racer!AU) × Female Reader (established relationship)
Wordcount: 5.8k
Synopsis: A brutal rivalry. A high-speed race. And Seonghwa, who’ll stop at nothing to win — including fucking you in the front seat while the world watches.
Genre: Smut, Enemies / rival tension, Dark romance, Racer!AU
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Public sex in a moving vehicle (during a literal race), Semi-exhibitionism (tinted windows), Fighting / violence, Blood mention, Possessive / dominant behavior, Praise & degradation mix
The night smelled like oil, concrete, and something sour—something violent waiting to happen.
The empty parking garage echoed with every footstep, the harsh fluorescent lights overhead stuttering and humming like they might give out at any second. It was the kind of place people pretended didn’t exist, a dead space between the city’s shiny surfaces.
Seonghwa stood under one of the flickering lights, head low, hands curled into tight fists at his sides. His black jacket clung to him, rain still dripping from the hem. He looked calm from a distance, still, controlled.
But up close, the storm in his eyes was undeniable. He was pissed.
Across from him, His rival, Minjun, leaned lazily against a cracked pillar, a smirk tugging at his mouth. He looked untouched by the cold, by the hour, by the threat that hung thick in the air between them.
"You came," Minjun said, voice carrying easily in the emptiness. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his jeans, casual, cocky. Like, this was a joke. Seonghwa wasn't having any of it.
"You called," Seonghwa answered flatly. His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. The promise of violence was put into every word.
Minjun chuckled, shaking his head slowly. "Man... all this for a girl?" His hair was dripping a little.
At the mention of you, something shifted behind Seonghwa’s eyes — a barely contained rage, flashing like lightning just before it strikes. You were his.
"You really think you’re untouchable, don’t you?" Minjun pushed off the pillar, walking a slow circle around him. "Big man behind the wheel. Big man when she’s looking at you like you hung the goddamn stars."
“You don't even know. Shes mine, for fucks sake.” Seonghwa snarled. He was irritated that the younger would even dare to mention you.
The black haired boy just scoffed. “Probablys a slut for you. A whore if i may add.” He snickered. The taller was this close to killing him. “Chill, dude. She's only hung for you.”
He paused, letting the words sink in before he dropped the real poison:
"But what happens when you can’t get to her fast enough, Hwa?"
Seonghwa moved before the last syllable even hit the air.
He was on Minjun in a breath, fists slamming into him with the brutal precision of someone who wasn’t just angry — someone who was fighting for blood.
The first punch made a crackling sound against Minjun’s jaw, sending him stumbling back, but Seonghwa didn’t let up. A second hit, cleaner, harder, broke across Minjun’s nose with a wet snap.
Minjun cursed, stumbling, blood gushing between his fingers as he clutched his face.
"You touch her," Seonghwa growled, voice rough and lethal, "and I’ll fucking bury you myself."
Minjun spat blood onto the concrete and laughed — a low, ugly sound that scraped at Seonghwa’s ears and made his eye twitch.
"You’re already losing, Seonghwa. You just don’t see it yet."
He lunged then, slashing his nails across Seonghwa’s cheek, drawing a sharp line of red liquid. The sting barely registered.
Seonghwa grabbed him by the jacket, slamming him into the pillar with enough force to rattle the crumbling structure.
"I’m not losing anything," Seonghwa snarled, nose inches from Minjun’s. His hand tightened around Minjun’s throat for just a second — not enough to choke, but enough to make the threat clear.
Minjun coughed, grinning through bloody teeth.
"Keep telling yourself that."
Seonghwa’s fist slammed into his gut once more for good measure before he shoved him down onto the filthy concrete.
Minjun stayed down this time, laughing weakly.
Seonghwa staggered back, breathing hard, the adrenaline crashing through his veins like wildfire. His knuckles were split open, thick warmth dripping down onto the floor in slow, heavy drops.
He glanced down at himself — blood on his hands, blood on his jacket, the thin sting of the scratch across his face starting to throb.
Good. Let him bleed a little.. It was better than letting the rage rot him from the inside out.
Without another word, Seonghwa turned and stalked toward the open side of the garage, the cold rain slicing across his face the second he stepped outside. He didn’t look back. He didn’t have to.
Minjun’s words followed him into the night anyway:
"You’ll crash, Seonghwa. And when you do... I'll take everything you love."
The door creaked shut behind him.
Seonghwa shoved his hood over his head, jaw tight, vision tunneling in on one thing — getting to you.
It was nearly 11 PM when you heard the soft click of the front door.
You barely glanced up at first, curled into the far corner of the couch, your phone glowing in your hand, the low hum of the TV playing some forgettable late-night show. You had been waiting for him.
You always waited for him.
The second you looked up, though, everything inside you stilled.
Seonghwa stood in the doorway, soaked from the rain, hood falling back to reveal the shock of his dyed white hair — only now, it wasn’t just rain dripping from him.
There was blood.
On his shirt. Spattered in thin, dark smears across the collar.
A few bits in his hair, even a faint smear along the sharp cut of his cheekbone.
His fists were still clenched tight, the skin across his knuckles cracked and were scraped.
You dropped your phone immediately, eyes wide open. Oh god.. You thought.
“Hwa—” you gasped, scooting down off the couch.
You were only wearing a pair of thin sleep shorts and a tiny cami top, the cold air instantly biting at your skin, but you didn’t even feel it.
You rushed to him, arms half-reaching — but you stopped short just inches away when your eyes caught the state he was in.
Your heart twisted painfully. "Baby... what the hell happened?" you whispered, eyes scanning every inch of him.
Seonghwa shook his head once, slow, deliberate. "Nothing," he said hoarsely. "I'm fine, angel."
You frowned deeper, stepping closer despite his warning. He smelled like rain, blood, and concrete. The sharp scent clung to him like a second skin.
"You’re bleeding," you pointed out, voice shaking a little despite your effort to stay calm.
"And that—" you reached up, gently brushing a finger against the blood-stained strands of his hair, "—doesn’t happen from 'nothing.'"
He exhaled hard through his nose, body stiff as a wire.
"It's over. I handled it."
You crossed your arms over your chest — the movement “accidentally” pressing your breasts together under the thin fabric of your cami top, but you were too worried to even notice the way his eyes flickered down, then quickly away.
"Hwa..." you said more firmly, stepping closer until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "Please. Just tell me."
For a long moment, he didn’t speak.
Then his shoulders sagged the tiniest bit — like he couldn’t bear the weight anymore.
"Minjun," he muttered, voice rough, bitter.
Your stomach dropped.
"What did he do now?"
Seonghwa’s jaw clenched again, remembering what had happened earlier, the muscle ticking visibly. His fists were still tight at his sides, liquid dripping slowly down the curve of his hand.
"He made it about you," he said tightly. "Threatened you."
A beat of silence.
The world tilted slightly around you.
Your hands moved before you even thought about it — gently, carefully, you reached up and cradled his bruised face between your palms. His skin was cold from the rain, but under your touch, you could feel the barely-contained fire.
You leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
It wasn’t a fiery kiss, it wasn’t desperate, just a grounding touch. A silent I'm here, you're not alone.
Seonghwa let out a shaky breath against your mouth, and for a second, all the fight drained out of him.
When you pulled back, you caught his hand, cold, bloodied, and laced your fingers through his without hesitation.
"C'mon," you murmured, giving a soft tug. "Let's clean you up."
You led him wordlessly down the short hallway into your shared bedroom, the rain still pattering softly against the windows outside.
The room smelled like home, like you.
It softened the hard lines of his body just a little as he followed you into the attached bathroom.
You flipped on the light.
The harsh, bright glow revealed every ugly detail — the split across his lip, the faint swelling at his cheekbone, the angry red scratch along his jaw. Blood smeared across the collar of his jacket, staining the fabric dark and rust-colored.
You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting the sting of emotion rising in your throat.
Seonghwa sat heavily on the edge of the bathtub, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His head dropped back against the wall, white hair splaying messily across the tile, eyes closing like he was exhausted.
You pulled open the cabinet under the sink, grabbing the first aid kit with shaking hands. When you turned back, he was watching you — eyes dark, hooded, tracking every movement.
Wordlessly, you knelt between his knees.
The first wet cloth you pressed to his split lip made him hiss quietly. His thighs tensed under your hands, his fingers twitching against the edge of the tub.
"You’re such an idiot sometimes," you whispered, voice thick.
He smiled — just a little.
That lazy, crooked grin that always made you feel like gravity didn’t work right when he looked at you.
"Yeah," he murmured. "But you love me anyway."
You rolled your eyes, but your heart was already breaking for him.
As you worked — cleaning the blood from his face, wiping the mess from his hair, carefully bandaging his knuckles — the silence between you softened.
Seonghwa didn’t protest. Didn’t move away. He just watched you with something raw in his expression, something unguarded.
When you finished, you leaned back on your heels, studying him.
He looked wrecked. Beautiful. Dangerous.
And he was yours.
All yours.
Without a word, he reached forward, threading his fingers through your hair, tugging you gently closer until you were between his knees again, pressed against his chest.
"Thank you," he whispered against your forehead.
You squeezed him tighter, feeling the wild thundering of his heart under your palms.
“Of course, Seong.” You muttered and smiled as you ran your fingers through his semi damp hair. “I love you..”
“I love you more, sweet girl.” He says back.
“Now go take a shower so we can cuddle after.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes at your words.
A few days passed, it was race day. The garage buzzed with noise and energy.
Wrenches clanked against metal, compressors hissed as tires were checked and rechecked, and the heavy scent of gasoline clung to the thick morning air.
Seonghwa stood by his car, a sleek, deadly machine of bright pink with the number 3 and a silver star emblazoned across the hood — arms crossed over his chest, black racing suit already half-zipped up.
"Pressure’s running a little high in the front right," one of the mechanics called, crouched down near the tire. "You want it stiffer for the turns or softer for the straightaways?"
Seonghwa crouched down next to him, one knee on the ground, scanning the gauge with a practiced eye.
"Softer," he said, tapping the rim of the tire. "She’s light on her feet already. I want her to glide through the pack, not fight it."
The mechanic nodded, grinning. "You’re the boss, Park. Pink star’s gonna fly today, huh?"
Seonghwa allowed a rare, sharp smile to tug at the corner of his mouth.
"She always does."
He stood back up, wiping his hands on a rag, glancing over the rest of the crew making the final tweaks to the engine and fins.
He was just starting to mentally settle into race mode when he felt it.. A tap, sharp and deliberate, on his shoulder.
Turning around, his stomach coiled instantly at the sight.
Minjun stood there, fully suited up, helmet tucked under his arm, smirk stretched wide across his face like he was enjoying some private joke.
"Fancy seeing you here, Park," Minjun drawled, voice slick with mockery.
Seonghwa's smile disappeared. His entire body tensed, fists twitching at his sides, the vivid memory of the blood on his hands, the concrete under his boots flashing through his mind like gunfire.
Minjun only laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
"Relax. Wouldn't want your pretty little girl to see you lose your cool."
Seonghwa snarled low in his throat — a sound barely human — but before he could make a move, Minjun was already slipping away into the maze of racers and cars, his laughter trailing behind him like smoke.
Seonghwa stood still for a second, breathing hard through his nose, forcing the rage back down into his chest where it could simmer.
Not here.
Not now.
Focus.
The minutes until the race start ticked by fast.
Seonghwa walked through the maze of engines and bodies, sharp-eyed, searching.
And then — like the world sharpened into color — he saw you.
You were standing near the gate leading up to the stands, your hair pulled back loosely, wearing his jacket over your casual clothes.
You looked soft and out of place among the metal and fumes, and yet somehow, you fit perfectly.
Before you could slip away toward the stairs, Seonghwa caught up to you, grabbing your hand gently but urgently.
"Ride with me," he said, low and serious.
You blinked, startled.
"Hwa... that’s not—"
"I know," he cut in quickly. "It’s not allowed. I know."
You glanced nervously around — mechanics, other racers, officials milling nearby.
"Someone’s gonna notice."
"They won’t," he said, stepping closer, crowding into your space until your heart stuttered.
His hand slid around your waist, tugging you just a little closer, his mouth brushing your ear as he murmured, "Windows are fully tinted. Nobody will see. And the crew—" he glanced over his shoulder briefly, "—they won’t say shit. They’re with me."
You opened your mouth to protest again, but he cut you off with a look — that intense, smoldering gaze that made your knees go weak every damn time.
"Please," he said, voice rough, almost desperate now. "I need you with me."
Your heart twisted painfully.
You could see it… The way his hands were tense, the way he wasn’t just asking to be reckless — he needed to anchor himself to
You swallowed hard. "...Fine," you whispered.
His entire body relaxed for a half-second, pure relief flickering across his face.
Before you could change your mind, he tangled his hand with your hand again and led you back toward his car, weaving between the busy mechanics and racers like a thief sneaking away with stolen treasure.
At the sleek pink car, he threw open the passenger-side door with a flourish, holding it open for you like it was a damn royal carriage.
You bit your lip, nerves sparking under your skin, but you climbed in, the sleek black leather cold against your thighs.
Seonghwa slipped into the driver’s seat a second later, pulling the door shut behind him.
Inside, the car smelled like leather, smoke, and him — dark, electric, dangerous. The tinted windows wrapped you both in a bubble of secrecy.
Seonghwa turned to you, one hand already sliding over your thigh, possessive and grounding at once.
And as the chaos of race day rumbled outside, Seonghwa grinned — slow and wicked — and leaned closer, whispering against your lips:
"You’re mine now. All race long."
The engine purred beneath you, vibrating through the seat, through your body.
Seonghwa rolled the car up to the starting line, the slick pink paint gleaming under the brutal track lights.
Beyond the tinted windows, the other racers were lined up, engines snarling and growling in the tense pre-race silence.
Inside the car, it was almost eerily still.
You shifted in your seat, nervous energy buzzing under your skin. Your legs bounced slightly, and you twisted your hands in your lap, trying to settle the storm inside you.
Three minutes to race start.
You glanced over at Seonghwa, only to find him already looking at you.
Something dark and hungry burned in his eyes, his lips twitching like he was barely holding back a grin.
"You’re antsy, Sweetie," he murmured, voice low and dangerous.
You swallowed, trying to laugh it off, but before you could, he leaned a little closer and said:
"Ride me while I drive."
Your head snapped toward him, eyes wide.
"What the fuck—" you blurted, face heating instantly. "You’re fucking crazy, Seonghwa!"
He chuckled — deep, rough, unchanged. Like he had all the time in the world to destroy you.
"Windows are tinted, angel," he reminded you smoothly, reaching out and running his fingers up your bare thigh, his touch making you shiver.
"No one will see. No one will know. Just you and me."
His hand slipped higher, just barely brushing the edge of your skirt, teasing.
"You've thought about it before... haven’t you?" he added, voice dropping a shade darker.
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Because God help you, he was right.
Some stupid part of you had wondered what it would be like. The rush. The danger. The pure insanity of fucking him at full speed. But you’d never dreamed he would ask.
"Seonghwa," you stammered, legs pressing together instinctively. "I– I don’t know if—"
He turned fully toward you, eyes black with need. His hand found yours, squeezing tight.
"Trust me," he said, rough and earnest. "I’ll keep you safe."
You hesitated for half a heartbeat. And then you let out the tiniest whimper, nodding once, your body betraying you.
Seonghwa’s grin broke across his face, wicked and victorious. "Good girl," he breathed.
The announcer's voice crackled over the loudspeakers:
"One minute until race start! Racers, get ready!"
Everything sped up.
Seonghwa leaned back in his seat, one hand on the wheel, the other already tugging down the zipper of his black racing suit, shifting his boxers enough to free himself.
You caught a glimpse.. flushed, thick, already hard for you. Your our cheeks burned hotter.
"Hurry, angel," he urged, voice taut with adrenaline. His cock twitched a bit.
Heart hammering, you scrambled out of your seat and straddled his lap, your knees digging into the sleek leather seat on either side of him.
Your short skirt bunched up instantly. No modesty left, not here, not now.
Seonghwa growled low in his throat as he slid his hands under the skirt, gripping your hips, rough and possessive. He found your panties, yanked them aside with a quick, practiced move, and paused, just for a second.
"I've got you, baby," he murmured against your lips.
You nodded desperately, clutching at his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his suit.
Another second passed, and then Seonghwa lined himself up, his hand firm on your waist.
The announcer started counting down:
"Ten."
Seonghwa thrust up just slightly, the tip brushing against you — so hot and achingly hard that you nearly cried out. “Hngh!-”
"Nine."
He grinned darkly at the way your body shivered, every nerve ending sparking.
"Eight."
You bit your lip so hard it almost bled.
"Seven."
Without warning, he pulled you down onto him — hard and deep.
You gasped, a choked sound bursting from your throat, your hands flying to his chest for balance.
Seonghwa groaned low in his chest, his forehead pressing against yours as he filled you completely, the stretch burning and perfect.
"Six."
He revved the engine, the growl of the car masking the broken sounds slipping from your lips.
"Five."
He shifted under you, adjusting his grip on the wheel — and then gave a slow, brutal roll of his hips that made your vision blur.
"Four."
Your hands fisted in the fabric of his suit, desperately clinging to him as you fought the urge to moan his name.
"Three."
He kissed you — messy, teeth clashing, claiming you all over again.
"Two."
The car vibrated harder, the tension unbearable.
"One."
The starting gun fired, and Seonghwa hit the gas. You were already riding him as the car shot forward, the world outside the tinted windows blurring into neon and smoke.
And deep inside the chaos, Seonghwa laughed low against your ear and whispered:
"Hold on tight, baby. We’re just getting started."
The tires screamed as Seonghwa floored the gas, and the car shot forward with brutal force.
You barely managed to choke down a gasp, the speed slamming your body harder against his chest. The harness that should've been holding you down was tangled around your thighs instead, abandoned in your reckless need to have him, to feel him, and every sharp lurch of the car made him shift deeper inside you.
Seonghwa didn’t flinch.
One hand clamped firmly on the wheel, cool and in control —
The other tight on your hip, grounding you, steering your body like he steered the car.
He didn’t look at you when he growled, voice low and dark:
"Bounce."
Your brain barely processed the word.
You were still dizzy from the feel of him stretching you open, still reeling from the way he'd filled you so deep, so fast.
The world outside was a blur — engines roaring, neon lights whipping past — but inside this car, the heat between you could’ve set the whole track on fire.
You hesitated, thighs trembling on either side of him. "Seonghwa, I—" Your voice cracked.
He squeezed your hip harder, almost bruising, dragging you flush down on him, making you whimper helplessly.
"I said bounce, love."
Rough. Commanding. Unforgiving.
You shivered because you loved that tone. You loved it when he stripped you down to nothing but instinct.
With a shaky breath, you lifted yourself slowly — thighs burning, your hands clutching at the collar of his suit for leverage — and sank back down onto him.
The friction was blinding.
The stretch, the depth, the filthy wet squelch of your body taking him in made heat crawl up your chest.
Seonghwa let out a low groan, head tilting back slightly.
"That's it…" he rasped. "Just like that. Fuck— ride me.. baby. Don't stop."
The car weaved through traffic effortlessly, one hand steering, one hand guiding you ruthlessly on his cock.
You started bouncing properly now — desperate little lifts and drops, every downward motion driving him deeper, harder, hitting spots that made your head spin.
"Fuck, Hwa—" you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "I can't—" Your tits moved with you as you bounced. The man swore this was the hottest fucking sight hes ever seen.
"You can," he grunted, eyes flashing dangerously as he flicked a glance at you.
"You’re my good girl. You’ll take e- everything I give you."
You whimpered, helpless against the intensity in his voice.
Sweat beaded on your forehead, your skin slick against his.
The tiny cami you wore clung to your chest, nipples hard and rubbing against the thin fabric, the sensation making you squirm even harder.
“A- ah.. S’deep S- seong..”
Every bounce sent shockwaves through your body — thighs burning, clit throbbing, overstimulated from the roughness and the speed.
The car jerked slightly as Seonghwa pulled a sharp turn, and you cried out, falling forward against him, your forehead pressing against the sweaty line of his throat.
He laughed — low and wicked — and shifted the hand on your hip lower, slipping between your bodies until his fingers found your clit.
He rubbed tight, brutal circles, making you jolt and sob.
"T- that’s it, baby," he growled, voice in a strained pant now. "Make a mess on me."
Your body was a disaster — shaking, leaking, clenching around him desperately with every roll of his hips.
You barely realized how hard you were grinding on him now, chasing your release with raw, frantic little bounces that made filthy wet sounds between you every time he bottomed out inside you.
"You hear that?" he whispered in your ear, voice wrecked.
"That's you, fucking dripping all over me. Fuckin’ slut.."
You whined brokenly — it was too much. “A- all yours!” You threw your head back, one of your hands gripping your boyfriend's shoulder, the other pinching your hardened nipple.
You were so full, so fucked-out, and it only got worse when Seonghwa slipped two fingers down lower — teasing your stretched entrance while still fucking into you deep.
"Seonghwa—" you choked.
He just laughed darkly again, pulling his fingers back and spreading the wetness up across your clit again, rubbing you even faster, even harder.
He took your other breast in your mouth, sucking harshly like a goddamn baby desperate for its mommys milk. You let out a mewl.
The car shot forward again — faster now — and you realized he wasn’t slowing down at all.
He was going to win this race while buried inside you.
While fucking you raw in front of everyone.
The thought made you tighten around him so hard he cursed under his breath, hips jerking up into you violently.
He let go of your nipple with a pop sound. Spit connecting from his lip to your red bud. "Shit, baby— g- gonna make me cum inside you if you keep doing that," he snarled, voice wrecked.
You moaned helplessly, nodding against him, needing it, needing him. Your thighs trembled violently now, every nerve in your body firing off at once.
Seonghwa leaned in closer, breath hot against your ear:
"C- cum for me again. Now."
The command broke you.
You shuddered around him with a sob, your body locking up, nails raking down his back as your orgasm slammed into you like a punch to the gut.
Seonghwa hissed through his teeth, feeling you milk his cock, squeezing so tight he almost lost it right then.
“H- hngh- Hwa!”
He shifted the car one-handed — cool as ice — and slammed his hips up into you harder, rougher, chasing his own finish line.
"Fuck— fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his voice getting sloppier now, the control finally cracking.
You whimpered at how deep he was, how thick he felt inside you, how messy you were getting — your inner thighs sticky, his cock slick with both your releases mixing with every brutal thrust.
He grabbed your ass with both hands now, bouncing you on him harder, almost savage, using you to get himself off while the car screamed across the track.
"Take it," he growled.
"Fucking take it."
You cried out, legs barely working, body collapsing into him fully, trusting him to do whatever he wanted with you.
He was close — you could feel it. “Sh– shit.. So t– tight.”
The way his breath hitched.
The way his hips stuttered up into you.
The way his fingers dug even harder into your thighs, bruising, desperate.
"Mine," he hissed, head dropping to your shoulder.
"You’re mine. Gonna fill you up — fuck, gonna make you so messy."
You nodded frantically, moaning into his neck, needing it, needing him to ruin you completely.
With one last brutal thrust up into you, Seonghwa growled brokenly and came — deep, thick, filling you so much you gasped, feeling it leak out around him instantly.
He didn't stop.
He fucked you through it, dragging you down on him again and again, stuffing his cum deeper inside you, not caring about the wet, filthy mess soaking into the leather seat. His hand went back on the steering wheel.
Outside the windows, the checkered flag waved.
Seonghwa let out a shaky, wrecked laugh, his arms still locked around you tightly.
"First place, baby," he whispered against your sweaty neck.
"You helped me win."
You could barely breathe.
You were trembling, your muscles spasming, your pussy still fluttering around his softening cock buried deep inside you.
The car coasted into the winner’s circle —
And you were still in his lap, stuffed full, a sticky, wrecked mess against him.
Seonghwa pressed a kiss to your temple, so soft compared to the wreckage of your bodies.
"You okay?" he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your damp face.
You nodded weakly, smiling a little, dizzy with aftershocks.
He chuckled again, that low, dangerous sound.
"Good," he said, sliding his hand down to cup between your thighs — feeling the mess he made, feeling you shudder against him.
"Because when we get home…" he murmured darkly,
"I’m not stopping until you’re crying my name."
The crowd’s roar still echoed faintly outside the garage as Seonghwa pulled the pink race car into his designated spot.
You both sat there for a second, catching your breath — the engine ticking hot beneath you, the windows fogged slightly from the heat between your bodies.
Seonghwa gave a low, satisfied chuckle under his breath.
"Fans sound happy," he murmured, reaching across the seat to grab a bundle of towels from the glove box — clearly prepared for chaos like this.
You flushed hot, face burning as he tugged your ruined panties back into place and carefully wiped the mess between your trembling thighs. His touch was oddly tender, almost reverent, like he was proud of the disaster he'd made out of you.
"Little messy, baby," he teased, smirking as he swiped the towel over his own lap, tucking himself back into his racing suit without shame.
He balled up the towel — now clearly stained with streaks of white — and tossed it casually into the backseat.
You stared at it, mortified.
"Hwa—" you hissed, cheeks flaming. "You can't just—"
He grinned wider, unbothered.
"The mechanics'll clean it. They won't care."
He reached over, flicking your forehead playfully. "Besides... kinda like knowing my mess is all over this car."
You hid your face in your hands, groaning, and he just laughed again — low, rough, still riding the high of the win and the wickedness.
Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep, dusky purples and blues.
The stadium lights cast long shadows across the garage as Seonghwa climbed out of the car, moving around to your side.
You opened the door yourself — or tried to — but your legs buckled immediately, still weak from how hard he'd used you.
Seonghwa caught you easily, one arm hooking under your knees, the other steadying your back.
"Still wobbly, angel?" he teased, voice low near your ear.
You buried your face in his shoulder, too embarrassed to answer.
With no effort at all, he lifted you up into his arms and carried you across the lot toward his other car — a sleek black one parked a little ways off.
He set you carefully into the passenger seat, brushing a kiss across your forehead, then your mouth, soft and grounding.
"I'll be right back," he promised. "Don’t move."
You nodded dumbly, heart thudding as you watched him jog back across the lot toward his pit crew.
The fans were still screaming his name beyond the fence.
Seonghwa raised a hand, casually waving at them — that cocky, dangerous smirk still tugging at his mouth.
You could see his crew gathering around, clapping him on the back, handing him a heavy silver trophy.
One of the mechanics — a young guy with grease on his sleeves — caught sight of the towel Seonghwa had tossed into the racecar.
He burst out laughing, nudging one of the others and whispering something that made them all snicker.
Seonghwa just laughed along, completely shameless, grabbing the trophy and slinging it over one shoulder like it weighed nothing.
But then A different figure broke away from the shadows near the loading docks.
Minjun.
And he wasn’t alone.. a few of his cronies trailing behind him like a pack of hyenas.
Seonghwa stiffened when he spotted them, but didn’t break stride, just kept walking toward you.
Until Minjun stepped directly into his path.
"Congrats on the win, Park," Minjun drawled, fake-friendly.
Seonghwa didn't answer. His jaw flexed once — dangerously — but he kept walking, eyes locked on you, waiting patiently in the car.
Minjun fell into step beside him, chuckling darkly.
"Tell me," he murmured under his breath, voice dripping with venom.
"Did you have little Y/N riding you while you raced?"
Seonghwa stopped dead in his tracks.
Slowly, he turned to face Minjun fully — body language pure, lethal, calm.
Without a word, he slammed his fist into Minjun’s jaw — a brutal, savage hit that dropped him to the concrete with a satisfying crack.
The crew scattered instantly, a few of them cursing and backing away, clearly wanting no part in it.
Minjun groaned, spitting blood onto the ground.
Seonghwa crouched low, grabbing the front of his jacket and hauling him up to eye level.
Voice low, razor-sharp, he whispered:
"Next time you say her name with that mouth, I'll break your jaw so bad you’ll be sipping through a straw for the rest of your fucking life."
Minjun gurgled something unintelligible, his hands scrambling to push Seonghwa off.
Seonghwa shoved him back down hard, standing tall and dangerous as Minjun's crew scrambled to pull him away.
"Come back, you cowards!" Minjun bellowed as his lackeys bolted toward the lot exit, leaving him cursing and bleeding alone.
Seonghwa didn’t even spare him another glance.
He just turned on his heel, wiped the blood from his knuckles on his jacket, and headed back toward you.
When he slid into the driver’s seat beside you, he was breathing hard — chest rising and falling under the open collar of his jacket.
You blinked, taking in the sweat, the new streak of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"...Hwa," you sighed, exasperated, spotting the crimson stain smudged across the sleeve of his jacket.
He followed your gaze, then just smirked — that same devil-may-care grin he always wore after he wrecked someone for you.
"You should see the other guy," he said casually, buckling his seatbelt with a little grunt of effort.
You rolled your eyes hard, but your heart twisted painfully in your chest — because under all that reckless bravado, you knew why he did it.
Why he always did it.
Seonghwa turned the ignition, the engine of the black car purring to life, and threw an arm casually over the back of your seat, looking both ways before pulling out.
"You know," he said after a beat, glancing over at you with a crooked grin, "one day you're gonna realize... I'd tear down the whole goddamn world if it meant keeping you safe."
The night swallowed you both whole as he drove you away —
the city lights blurring past, the blood on his hands cooling —
But the fire between you never fades.
warnings/topics: not proofread, there’s quite a bit if plot before it gets to the actual smut, dom!yunho, sub!reader, blowjob, facefucking, unprotected sex, yunho’s a bit mean in the beginning, use of pet names (sweetheart, princess)
word count: 1.6k
a/n: i haven’t posted on here in months, but i wrote this so i could at least get something out. i might be able to post more regularly soon, but anyway, enjoy! notes/reblogs are appreciated!
it’s nearing the end of april— which only meant that the long, excruciating exam season was upon you, just like it was for every other student enrolled in college.
you’ve been studying your ass off, but the amount of assignment and project deadlines that were creeping up on you made all your effort look meaningless. with more near-failing grades than you’d like to have, you decided on requesting grade improvement opportunities from the professors of these classes.
the first two gave you extra credit assignments with no hassle— something you could do quickly for a decent grade boost, as not even the professors wanted to be stuck grading them as a side quest during a month where they were already overwhelmed with important papers to grade.
you made it to the room which held your third and last professor that you’d bother for the day— professor jeong. he taught business ethics; it should’ve been an easy passing grade, but professor jeong was someone who wanted to make his class a living hell for his students, simply because he had the time and was getting paid to do so. he made it a mission to give out intricate and detailed assignments, even selecting a 20-page paper as your semester final.
he definitely wasn’t going to be lenient when it came to extra credit assignments either.
taking in a deep breath, you knocked on his office door, waiting to hear his exasperated “come in” before opening the door and sliding into the room.
he looked incredibly tired, more so than usual; stacks of students’ finals were sprawled out on his desk. surely he’s regretting his petty decision of giving such a hard assignment right about now. regardless, his frustration only made him more attractive than he already was normally; you’d be lucky if you could make it out of his office alive with the way his intense gaze made you so uncomfortably hot.
“good afternoon professor jeong… i wanted to ask if any extra credit assignments were availab–”
“no. if you really wanted a passing grade this semester, y/n, you would’ve made that project that was turned in a few days ago look a little less rushed and pathetic than it was.” yunho spoke with a flat tone, only looking away from his computer once to give you a strong, disappointed look as he finished his critique.
“well– yes, that is true, i’m truly sorry about that professor… i’ve been so swamped with studying and going to class and working that i didn’t have much time for the assignment… even a small extra credit assignment would do, or even an extension on the original–”
“was i not clear enough the first time? even on the first day of my class, i made it very clear to everyone that half-assed work would not be tolerated nor forgiven. i will not be giving you an extra credit opportunity, y/n.”
the way he spoke down to you so sternly alone was enough to make you quiver; the man was the living and breathing embodiment of sex appeal itself; you had to be extra careful in not letting your mind drift off even while having such a serious conversation with him.
you were almost certain he had seen the way you looked at him. the tone in which he reprimanded might as well have caused you to come undone right there in the middle of his office. most of the people who took his class only registered for it because of how hot he was compared to the other old and worn out professors that taught classes for your major. so, could you really be faulted for following in everyone else’s footsteps?
“are you sure there’s nothing i could do to bring my grade up? i really need to pass my classes this semester, i’ll do anything, please,” you felt so pathetic begging him for a chance at the possibility of a grade improvement, but it was better than retaking his entire class again after the summer.
yunho sighed before taking his reading glasses off of his face, finally removing his attention from his screen in order to analyze the situation at hand. the underlying suggestive intent of your words caused him to cock an eyebrow; he takes in your position over his desk, the way your slightly leaning into it and the way your cleavage is on full display in front of his face at the moment told him all he needed to know about your request.
a small grin crept onto his face as he reconsidered his previous firm rejection to your request. there’s no harm in a little fun, and he’d be a fool to reject an advance from such an alluring student of his, right?
“anything… is that so…” yunho teases, getting up from his chair and walking around his desk, towering over you as he now stood in front of you. “if you really wanted some extra credit, i could use a nice stress reliever right now… siting and grading 20-page essays for hours without break has made my body so tense…” he mockingly whined, rubbing a hand over his stiffened neck to verify his words.
you looked up at him with doe eyes, practically waiting for whatever his next command would be. you were surprised at how easy it was for him to fall for your act– not that you were complaining about his fast submission. you were lucky to even hold his attention for this long, let alone have the honor of relieving his stress in exchange for a better grade in his class.
“get on your knees, sweetheart,” yunho paused, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fly of his slacks. “you’ve done so much talking and pleading, why don’t you show me what else this pretty mouth of yours is capable of?”
a blush crept over your cheekbones as you obeyed him, pulling his hard length out of the confinement of his boxers and stroking it slowly with your soft, manicured hand. as you spread the precum down his cock to reduce the friction, yunho groans at the sudden feeling pulsing through his body.
you took most of his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue swirled around his tip. you eventually fit his entire length into your mouth, deepthroating it as your head bobbed back and forth with ease. you moaned around it, sending vibrations throughout yunho’s core– this elicited a long, drawn out groan from him, followed by a string of curses as his hands find their way to your hair. he maintains a stern grip on your luscious strands as he takes control of your head, thrusting into your face to chase his high that was approaching.
“f-fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good around me– so fucked out all because of my cock, hm? you take it so well y/n,” he teased before giving your throat one final thrust before spilling his seed into your mouth, moaning as you stroke his length once more, overstimulating him in the comedown of his climax. “get up off the floor and bend over the desk, sweetheart.”
almost as if your body was moving on autopilot, you immediately follow his command. before you could even lay upon the desk, yunho’s large hands are halting your movements to quickly undo the buttons of your blouse, causing the garment to be thrown somewhere on the floor of his office. he undoes the hooks of your bra before discarding of that as well. he gently but hurriedly pushes you forward onto the polished wood, trailing a hand down your spine in admiration of your soft, glowing skin that covered your body. the action sent shivers throughout your body, the ghostlike touch of his fingertips now haunting your lower back. his other hand traveled to your skirt, lifting it up to reveal a red lace undergarment that just barely covered what it was meant to.
“looks like you planned for this, unless you just normally go around with such an inviting surprise hidden under your clothes. i’d be disappointed to hear that anyone else is getting this view, sweetheart.” he spoke with a half-sincere tone as he moved the lace to the side, the tip of his length now teasing your wet entrance. he only slid in deeper as you began to respond.
“ah, you’re the only- fuck, only one professor jeong, only ever- fuck! wear it on days i have your class,” your vocal moans sound through the room as his thrusts became deep and fast, his cock hitting all the right places to make you a wrecked, hysterical mess.
“i’m- mmh, so close professor, fuck, ‘s so big, i can’t,” you ranted. he gave one last long thrust before you reached your high, coming undone on his length. he sped up his last few thrusts, causing you to see stars as you were already getting overstimulated from the overwhelming orgasm he just gave you.
yunho soon pulled out, cleaning the both of you up a little before he pulled your skirt back down and freshened up himself. he handed you the clothing that was previously discarded to the floor before he adjusted his tie and sat back down in his office chair.
“you can consider your grade in my class to be fixed, y/n,” yunho said with a bit more life in his words than he did when you first came into his office. he fixed his hair and put his reading glasses back on his face, his fingers soon clacking on his keys again. “and feel free to visit my office again any time; i’ll be here to help.” a slight chuckle left his lips as he made the double meaning of his words apparent.
“thank you– and you'll see me again very soon, professor jeong.”
♡ | pairing — song mingi or jeong yunho x fem!reader (not both at once)
🜚 | genre — smut, no plot — MDNI !
！ | warnings — riding, neck/collarbone kissing, lots of “i love you’s”, usage of pet names ( baby, doll ).
✧ | wc — 0.5k !
୨ৎ | nova’s voicemail — hi stars, im back ♡ lunar hrs are now open! ( these will be short, no plot, multi member fics ). I felt like my writing for this fit mingi & yunho, so take this as you please ★ enjoy! likes & reblogs are appreciated—thank youu ♡
“…just like that,” he grunted ever so gently into your ear.
it’s dark, it’s late—when did it even come to this? doesn’t matter, you’re in his arms now, and all you can feel is the abundance of love he has for you, and in return, you’re making sure to show him that tenfold.
“I love you,” a hushed whisper, “god, I love you,” yes, that’s what you needed. you’ve been craving it, ‘saving’ yourself for the perfect moment, and you’re sure this was it. currently, this is all the both of you need—just each other. there’s nothing better.
“focus on me, baby.” … “feel that?” … “oh, my pretty girl.” … “so good…”
you’re wrapped in his arms, sitting so prettily on top of him, slowly taking in all he’s giving you. the motions of his hands assisting you up and down like this almost hypnotized you, pulling him deeper and deeper into your ocean.
“..min / yun, fuck,” you finally looked down only to be met with such a gaze that only can be described as unreal. a picture wouldn’t even be enough to capture such pristine beauty as this.
the sight of his messy, dark hair swept over his eyes as he lazily smiled back, the noisy sounds of skin slapping against skin growing louder—this was all so much for you. the air around the both of you began to chill, but came down to nothing in comparison to the fire that went ablaze in your heart.
right now, ‘love‘ is the only word you can think of. you could practically reach out and feel it—that is how much he loves you.
“baby, oh god,” he whispered, “gonna cum, gonna make you mine..” he sat up, burying his face in your neck, peppering weak kisses all down your neck and collarbone. “y-yes, me too… ah,” you whispered, letting out the prettiest cries he’s ever heard. you knew it made him oh so proud to be the one making you moan like that—plus, you couldn’t hold back anyway.
“please- oh fuck, inside…” you begged so pitifully even while knowing he was going to regardless. and that he did. mingi / yunho’s hips stuttered, bucking up as you both reached your peak together, panting and twitching in each other’s grasp. you tilted your head back, biting at your lip desperately.
after some time, he would gently pull you down on top of him, opting to lay comfortably underneath you—leaving little to no space between the two of you, all so he could whisper sweetly into your ear, “so good.. oh you’re so good to me, doll.” he knew just what to say and how to say it to get your head spinning and your heart racing, of course, he would use that on you in such a moment.
genre: smut, club setting, strangers to (not quite) lovers.
warnings/topics: basically no plot, seonghwa is shy, reader is quite the opposite, unprotected sex, public sex (in a club bathroom), handjob, oral sex, everything goes by really fast.
word count: 0.8k
a/n: hi! I have not updated in so long but i was finally able to write something and post it. notes are appreciated, enjoy!
seonghwa removed one hand from his hold on you, his dick sliding into you slowly, not moving at first to let you adjust. His hand returned to its original position as he breathed against your collarbone, his soft moans vibrating against the surface of your skin as his thrusts picked up in speed.
“f-fuck, faster baby,” you moaned out, your fingers wandering up seonghwa’s head and entangling themselves in his pink-tinted locs. he abided swiftly, his hips snapping up against yours at a rapid, yet rhythmic pace. the latter left open-mouthed kisses up and down your neck as the both of you crept closer and closer to reaching your highs. his hands held a tight grip on your thighs, you knew there was sure to be handprints there to remind you of him the following morning.
a few more long thrusts from seonghwa left you a moaning mess in his arms— your liquids leaking all over his torso as your orgasm left your vision blurred for a few seconds. seonghwa pulled out of you and made sure you were standing upright again. before he could do anything else, you dropped to your knees in front of the taller and began to stroke him with your hand. you looked up and could see his head being thrown back in pleasure, the soft moans leaving his lips ultimately being muted by the music. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, please, ah,” his whiny voice echoed off the walls as your tongue caught his load, quickly swallowing it before you stood back up on your feet once again. you couldn’t help but smile at the ruined look painted across his face as he caught his breath; you didn’t think he could look any prettier than he did when you first saw him, but oh, were you wrong.
once you both cleaned up, you slipped a note with your number written on it into seonghwa’s pocket and left a kiss on his cheek. “text me?” you asked, leaning in by his ear once again so he could hear you.
“wait— i don’t think i ever caught your name,” seonghwa above the music as you began to leave the stall.
“y/n. a bit late for an introduction, don’t you think?”
he scoffed, smiling at the irony of asking for a name after the fact. “seonghwa.”
“i’ll see you soon… seonghwa?” you winked at the blushing boy, soon disappearing off into the bustling crowd of the club again.
eventually, seonghwa came to his senses once again and went off to find the friends that he first arrived with— they were both seated at a bar off to the side of the room. once they caught sight of seonghwa, they exchanged quiet glances and giggles as if they already knew what seonghwa had busied himself with for the last half an hour.
