speedway
🌙 starring. Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader
🔮 preview. “Listen, we can plan a date on a night that’s not my best friend’s bachelorette, and you can be my date to her wedding, and I’ll go with you to the next Speedway event, but right now, I need you to fuck me stupid on the hood of your car like it’s your last night on Earth, deal?”
tw/cw. Unprotected sex, exhibitionism, fucking on a car, fucking in the woods/at a lookout, fingering, multiple reader orgasms, creampie, hand job, dirty talk, praise, man handling, size kink, semi!dom Mingyu, semi!rough sex, heavy making out, some foreplay, simpy!Gyu, slight overstimulation, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.3k
🍭 aus. Strangers to lovers, racecar driver!Mingyu, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. It’s the way I went to the Speedway for the first time this summer, and I was like… yup!
One:
You’d never in a million years have thought you’d be at a small town speedway for a bachelorette party, but Park isn’t like any friends you’ve ever had in your whole life.
She lives and dies for fast cars, and you suppose a bachelorette party here makes sense. She’d described it as four (or five) hours of fun, drinking, and being cute while dressed in white on shitty wooden bleachers overlooking a track of chaos. So yeah, it’s right up her alley.
It’s not NASCAR. It’s not F1. It’s just a regular small town way of existing, and for many people in this neck of the woods, this entertainment trumps the NHL, Basketball, and the Super Bowl. You can tell, as you sit in the stands with your small party, that those around you live and breathe the speedway.
“Okay, so this is a fun one,” Park gushes. “It’s called Hit To Pass, and basically the cars have to touch each other to pass, so it’s the most fun.”
“And the most dangerous,” you note with a laugh. “This isn’t going to turn into Final Destination type of destruction, is it?”
“I don’t even understand that reference,” Park says, clearly distracted as the cars begin to move. “Okay, so you see that black car? With the six-six-six? That belongs to Kim Mingyu, and he’s a complete MacGyver and dichotomy at the same time.”
“How so?” you humour her.
“So off the track, apparently he’s a complete sweetheart. Like, wins the race, and then is all puppy boy energy. But on the track-” her words stop abruptly as the six-six-six car taps another, sending it spinning out as the crowd roars. “Well, as you can see, on the track, Mingyu is a complete asshole. Totally aggressive, but in the most entertaining way.”
You nod. “He sounds interesting.”
“If I never met Seungcheol…” Park trails off after saying her fiancé’s name, but the rest of the statement is implied. This Kim Mingyu is her celebrity crush, if you could call a small town narscar-adjacent driver a celebrity. “But anyway, he’s my favourite, and you’re lucky that you’re here to see him race.”
Two:
“Can I buy you a drink?” The voice makes you turn, and you have to tilt your head up to look at the man towering next to the bar top. You can only blink, and he lets out a chuckle. “I mean, as a congratulations on the whole marriage thing.”
He motions to your all while outfit, and a laugh escapes you. “Oh, I’m not getting married.” You fix your sash. “See, it says Bridesmaid, not Bride.”
“Lucky me,” he smirks, and you take in his boyish face. He’s definitely very attractive, all tall, dark, and handsome. To make matters worse, he’s clearly a charmer, and it lights a fire in the pit of your stomach.
Any other night and you would go home with this man in an instant… but tonight, you’re here for a bachelorette party, and you don’t want to leave Park hanging.
“How about this,” you suggest. “Buy a round of shots for the table, come over, and pretend to like speedway racing, and we’ll see if the bride will allow me to have a dance with you or something.”
The man laughs. “Easy.”
He orders a round for the table, and the two of you head back to the corner of the bar where Park is waiting with the rest of the girls.
“I found a stray,” you announce, setting the drinks down on the booth table. “First round is on him.”
Park doesn’t say anything, and when you look up, you realize she’s staring, jaw dropped, at the tall man next to you.
“Heard you girls were at the speedway,” he says smoothly, “did you have fun?”
“Holy fuck,” Park says, and then she says it again, but louder this time. “Holy fuck! You’re Kim fucking Mingyu!”
“Just Kim Mingyu,” the stranger at your side laughs. “You must be the bride to be.”
“Uh…” You see Park pause, and she swallows thickly. “Uh huh.”
You know she loves Seungcheol with all her heart; they were childhood sweethearts after all, but… You can also see the way she deflates at having to tell her celebrity crush that she’s about to be very happily married.
“Congratulations,” Mingyu smiles.
“Yeah, um, how did you two meet?” Park looks between the two of you expectantly.
“Well,” Mingyu turns to grin at you, “Saw her at the bar, thought she looked cute, and before I could even ask for her name after offering a drink, she said I’d have to buy a round for the table, and come talk about the speedway to be granted a dance with her.”
“Oh,” you swallow thickly, realizing you skipped a few steps. “I’m y/n.”
“It’s nice to meet you, y/n,” Mingyu says, his smile never faltering.
“I grant a dance!” Park declares loudly. “I grant it! Take her! The bride grants a dance!”
“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be,” Mingyu laughs. “What do you say, sweetheart? The music is good.”
You turn to look at Park, and she is nodding aggressively. It seems that if she can’t live out this celebrity fantasy, she’s more than happy for you to do it in her stead.
Turns out you might be allowed by the bride to get laid tonight after all.
“Let’s go,” you tell Mingyu, quickly downing a shot for liquid courage before dragging the tall man to the dancefloor.
In other instances, you might want to be more eloquent with words, might want to talk to this beautiful man, but tonight, you’re in a bar, and the preferred means of communication here is often physical rather than verbal.
When you’re immersed in the crowd on the dance floor, you turn to Mingyu, willing your expression and the way you begin to sway your hips to communicate that you’re very interested in him.
He grins, immediately grabbing your hips to pull you close to him as you both begin to sway to the music.
You hold onto his large shoulders, looking up at him, and you note the way he studies you. His gaze dips to your lips, and this whole thing feels easy.
He’s tall, that’s the one thing that makes the situation slightly more difficult, but all you have to do is tiptoe to press your lips to his, and he takes it from there.
One of his hands sneaks up to cup your cheek, and he kisses you deeply. His tongue tastes like whiskey, but you’re sure that your own is tinged with tequila. It’s clear neither of you mind it, and you open your mouth a little wider as he kisses your breath away.
You’re semi-cognisent of the other people, swirling and moving like ocean waves around you, but Mingyu has nearly all of your attention captured, and it’s clear from the way he holds you that he’s not intent on letting it go any time soon.
You’ve met one or two men in your life who know how to kiss you off the bat, and you’d thought those kisses were good, but Mingyu blows your entire history of making out out of the water.
This is animalistic, but fuck, it feels so good.
You long to be closer to him, and even though your chests are pressed together, it’s not enough.
He feels it too, because the hand on your hip snakes down to your ass, and he squeezes you deliciously, making you moan against his lips.
You’ve heard the term ‘fucking on the dancefloor’ but you’ve never been one to parktake in it… now here you are, with one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen, who aparranty is also a fast as fuck dangerous professional driver?
Done. You’re done.
You’re fucking this man tonight or so help you God.
You know, as you make out with Mingyu, that if you were to not fuck him, it would be one of the biggest regrets of your life, and you’re not about to do that to yourself.
The two of you make out for maybe five minutes tops, but it takes all of your will power to pull off of him, breathing deeply as you look up into his eyes. “Show me your car.”
Is it the classiest place to have sex? Fuck no, but does it suit the situation? Without a doubt.
Mingyu grins that sexy grin of his, and he grabs your hand. The crowd practically opens up for him as he walks through it, and he drags you after him- but just as you’re about to head to the door, you take pause.
“One second!” you tell him over the loud music.
Then you scurry back to your table. “Park!” you say, grabbing her attention. “I’m going to go fuck that man, is that okay?”
“Girl, live the dream! Just keep your location on or something!”
“Thank you!” You hug your friend, and then you dart back off to Mingyu, who is laughing near the exit of the bar.
“Got the bride’s stamp of approval?” he asks.
“It was needed,” you giggle.
Mingyu grabs your hand and the two of you head to the parking lot.
Your town has a lot of dude’s with trucks, and when your eyes land on a sexy black muscle car, you know that’s what Mingyu drives before he even takes you over to it.
“It’s a 1969 Camaro,” Mingyu explains. “One of the first cars I ever restored.”
You don’t know shit about cars, but you know enough about men to say, “Wow, it’s beautiful.”
“Do you want to go for a ride?” the racer asks, stepping behind you and holding you close to his front, his dead dipping down so he can press a kiss to your throat.
“Let’s do it,” you confirm.
Mingyu opens the car door for you, waiting until you’re inside of it before closing it shut.
Park wasn’t lying about him being a sweetheart off the racetrack, and your heart clenches as he gets into the driver’s seat.
“Let me know if we’re going too fast,” he grins, as he turns the car on and the engine roars to life.
You can’t help the giggle that escapes you as the car speeds out of the parking lot.
You’ve driven on the highway before, gone faster than you should, but there’s something different about being in this car, with this man, and this engine sound filling your ears.
It’s such a different experience than you’re used to, and you can feel yourself getting wet- maybe Park was onto something when she said that Speedway and this way of life could be sexy.
You lose track of yourself, and soon, Mingyu’s pulling off onto a dirt road.
“Where are we going?” you ask.
“There’s a lookout up here. No one really knows about it. Figured you’d enjoy a view.”
“You’re not going to serial kill me or anything, are you?” you laugh.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, I pinky promise.” The beautiful man literally holds out his pinky, and you laugh as you interlock yours with his own.
Tonight is a night for trusting the process, and when the muscle car pulls to a stop overlooking the small town below, you’re glad you did.
“Let me get your door,” Mingyu warns you as you reach for the handle, and you’re giddy as you watch him exit, walk around the car, and be a gentleman for you. He even offers you his hand to help you out of the car, and your heart leaps in your chest.
The two of you walk around to the front of the vehicle, and Mingyu leans back against the hood, pulling you to his chest again. Your back is to him, and his body is warm as the two of you look out at the town below.
“So… how long have you been racing?” you ask, supposing that now that you’re out of the bar, maybe you could actually put some effort into getting to know him.
“Since I was a kid. Did the whole go-karting thing. I really liked fixing up cars and making them faster,” he explains. “Was today your first Speedway event?”
“Am I that obvious?” you laugh.
Mingyu chuckles with you. “You just don’t seem like the type.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
Mingyu shrugs behind you. “Not really. I think it’s probably a good thing, actually.”
“Yeah, and why is that?”
“Well, you don’t have any bullshit to say about my car, for one. Because you don’t know anything about it.”
The two of you laugh. “Do people really critique your car?” you ask.
“All the time,” Mingyu admits. “But they don’t realize each car has a different reason for being built a certain way. Sure the motor or the muffler might sound off, but if it’s a Hit to Pass car then fuck it.”
“I did see your Hit to Pass race,” you note.
“And?”
“It was super exciting.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You should come to the next event too. You could come down to the pit and hang out and watch with me, it’s the best seat in the house.”
You quirk a brow, looking at him over your shoulder. “So you want to see me again?”
“I want a lot of things.”
You turn in his arms, looking up at him as his hands settle on your hips. “Like what?”
Mingyu shrugs, and you think that it’s cute he’s acting coy. Park had mentioned that Mingyu can be a little angel off the track, and you’re starting to understand what she meant.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” you grin.
His cheeks turn pink even in the limited light of the moon.
“You want to fuck me over the hood of your sexy muscle car, and then you want to take me on a date to the Speedway next weekend because you’re that whipped by little ol’ me.”
“Might also want to be your date for your friend’s wedding but I don’t know,” Mingyu says playfully.
You can’t help but grin up at him. “What makes you so sure you actually want to date me?”
“The same thing that made me sure I wanted to drive cars for the rest of my life,” Mingyu explains. “It’s a gut feeling, and I’ve learned to trust my gut.”
“Lucky me,” you whisper, leaning up to press your lips against his.
He kisses you back, but it’s more gentle than it had been on the dance floor. Apparently it had only taken one small conversation for this man to decide you’re more than just a hookup, which is sweet, and endearing, but you kind of want that aggressive side back. You want Speedway Mingyu, and you grab the front of his leather jacket, pulling him closer in an effort to draw that alter ego out.
Mingyu reacts by deepening the kiss, his hands groping at your body, but then his palm swipes down your arm and he stops. “Are you cold?” he asks.
“A little,” you admit, having not brought a jacket with you. Your little white bridesmaid dress is gorgeous, but it’s not necessarily the warmest of outfits.
Mingyu pauses to take off his leather jacket, and he puts the large material over your body, helping you with the arm holes.
“It looks cute on you,” he grins.
“It looks about five sizes too big,” you laugh.
“You might have to get used to things being too big if you stick with me,” Mingyu teases, drawing your lips to his before you can even have a moment to respond.
With two strong hands, he picks you up, turning you both so you’re now the one seated on the hood of the car. Your thighs wrap around his waist, and he teases the bare skin of your leg with his warm palm as you kiss deeply again.
In no time, you’re tugging him closer by his belt, and he begins to grind against you, prompting you to let out a deep moan.
It’s just you, Mingyu, the car, and the moon, and you don’t care who hears you as Mingyu gets you wetter and wetter by the second.
You can’t help yourself, you cup his cock through his jeans, and now it’s Mingyu who’s moaning deeply. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans.
“Now I know what you meant by getting used to big things if I stick with you,” you grin, throwing his own line back at him.
He swallows thickly, his expression darkening. “Think you can handle it?”
“I know I can.”
Mingyu grabs the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his again as you continue to rub his cock through his jeans.
His free hand finds your thigh again, creeping closer and closer to where you need him most. Then, he’s under your dress, and the pads of his fingers rub your wet pussy through your panties, making you both groan.
Then, Mingyu pushes your thong to the side, and you gasp as one finger enters you, testing your walls.
“You good?” he asks, looking down at you as you whimper desperately.
“So good, need more,” you tell him, drawing his lips back to yours.
“You got it,” Mingyu laughs, adding a second digit.
Your toes curl as he finger fucks you, and you do your best to continue rubbing him through his jeans, but you’re so turned on that you can hardly think.
His palm is applying pressure to your clit, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge by the second.
“I think you want to cum for me, sweetheart,” Mingyu muses. “Think you want to cum on my fingers so I’ll give you my cock.”
“Fuck, yes please,” you whimper, gasping as he crooks his fingers up and hits your sweet spot.
He leans closer, pressing hot kisses against your throat while you throw your head back to give him room.
You’re on the hood of the sexiest muscle car, with the sexiest man you’ve ever seen up under your dress, two fingers deep in your wet core, his palm stimulating your clit while he worships your neck with gloriously perfect lips, the moon and forest are watching, and you’re on the cusp of what you know is going to be an extremely intense orgasm. Nothing could ever be better than this.
“Cum on my fingers,” Mingyu urges you, “want to fuck you so bad.”
A few more particularly rough thrusts of his digits into your sopping core has you tipping over the edge, and you release a loud moan, your pussy clamping down like a vice. Waves of pleasure rush through you, and it’s the most you can do to grab onto his shoulders and hold on as he works the most electrifying orgasm you’ve ever experienced out of you.
It’s bordering on overstimulation, but fuck, it feels so good.
With a few involuntary jolts, your body slowly comes down from the high, and Mingyu pulls his fingers out from under your dress.
You watch by moonlight as he licks his digits clean, releasing a groan.
“I should eat you out,” he muses.
“You should fuck me,” you correct him.
“You in a rush?” he teases.
“Yes, but also no. It’s Park’s bachelorette, I do need to get back to them sooner rather than later.”
“Oh.” Mingyu falters. “I thought maybe you’d come back to mine.”
“Listen, we can plan a date on a night that’s not my best friend’s bachelorette, and you can be my date to her wedding, and I’ll go with you to the next Speedway event, but right now, I need you to fuck me stupid on the hood of your car like it’s your last night on Earth, deal?”
Mingyu laughs. “Deal.”
“Also, to expedite things, I’m on birth control, and I kind of want to feel your cum in my panties when I go back to the bar,” you tell him breathlessly.
“Jesus, you’re more wild than you look, sweetheart,” Mingyu laughs.
“Something tells me you enjoy that,” you giggle.
“Definitely.” Mingyu smashes his lips to yours again, and as he presses his body forward, you begin to undo his belt.
Soon, you’re hooking your fingers in his jeans and underwear and tugging them down just far enough to expose his cock, which you grab tightly.
“Fuck,” Mingyu groans against your lips.
“I’ll suck you off next time too,” you tell him, loving how large and warm he is in your hand.
You’re both horny little devils, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Mingyu pushes forward, and you guide him to your pussy, groaning deeply as his large tip enters your tight hole. You’re so wet from your orgasm that it’s easy for inch after inch of his massive cock to slide into you, and you wrap your legs around his hips to encourage the deep penetration.
He’s groaning against your lips as you feverishly make out, and you can’t help the whimpers that escape you too. When he’s fully bottomed out, you take a moment to appreciate it, but soon, your body wants more.
“Fuck me,” you tell him, grabbing the front of his shirt. “Don’t hold back.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“A hundred percent.”
Mingyu takes a breath, and then he adjusts your legs on his hips. “If I’m going too fast-”
“You won’t,” you assure him.
“Okay.” He swallows thickly, and then he begins to fuck you. He doesn’t waste any time going full throttle, and you find your body slipping back and forth on the hood of his car like a ragdoll as he manhandles you, fucking you like a piston.
“Oh my god,” you whimper, loving the feeling of this.
“Lay down,” he instructs, and you do as you’re told, lying against the hood of his muscle car as Mingyu fucks you stupid.
The whole car is rocking slightly now, and there’s something so sexy about that. You look up at the moon, and realize the exhibitionistic side of this is making you even hornier.
You can’t help yourself as you reach down under your dress to rub your clit, and Mingyu groans when your core tightens around him from the stimulus.
“Fuck,” he says roughly.
“Just like that,” you tell him, closing your eyes and giving in to the sensation of being properly railed on top of a car by a Speedway racer.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” Mingyu tells you. “So fucking wet too.”
You can only moan in response, rubbing your clit harder.
Each powerful rock of his hips feels like absolute heaven. You find yourself getting close to the edge again, and you’re not the only one who notices.
“You’re so tight, gonna cum on my cock, yeah?” Mingyu grins.
“Just feels so good,” you whimper.
“I want you to cum on it,” he tells you.
“Will you cum too?”
“Not yet,” he warns, swallowing thickly. “I want to enjoy you a little longer.”
“Okay,” you nod, fingers continuing on your clit, a constant built up of pressure and pleasure in the pit of your stomach.
“That’s it,” Mingyu encourages you, listening intently to your whimpers and moans.
“I’m so close,” you tell him, toes curling.
He fucks you even harder, the whole car rocking deliciously.
Two more thrusts send you over the edge, your core clamping down on his massive cock- and then, to your complete surprise, Mingyu fucks you faster.
Your entire body goes into overdrive, electric pleasure flooding through you. You moan and whimper, practically clawing at the hood of the car as he rails you through your orgasm like no man ever has before.
This is overstimulation, but it’s the best kind of pained pleasure you’ve ever experienced.
As you come down from your high, Mingyu pulls out of you, and you let out a whimper of annoyance, but then he’s dragging you off the hood, flipping you around, and pressing you back to the metal. He lifts your dress up and enters you standing doggy style, making you squeak with surprise.
His stong, large hands grab your hips. “Now I’m going to cum in you,” he tells you, making you moan a sound of affirmation and excitement.
His groans are the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard, and your knees wobble as he keeps you upright and in position. The smacking noise of his hips against your ass has your mind reeling, and each thrust is deep penetration.
You can safely say no man is ever going to fuck you like this again, so you enjoy every second.
“Fuck,” Mingyu grunts, one hand flattening against your back to keep you pinned to the hood of his car.
“Cum in me,” you whimper desperately.
Mingyu jolts, and you feel him filling you up, cumming hard.
You’re both breathing heavily and moaning as he enjoys his release, but soon, you’re both just gasping and trying to recollect yourselves.
“Are you sure you have to go back to the bachelorette party?” he asks.
“Uh huh,” you groan.
“What if you come over after?”
“Mingyu, the best things come to those who wait,” you tease.
“As if either of us have a lot of patience,” he scoffs.
You laugh. “Good point.”
Three:
“Is that Mingyu’s jacket?” Park asks as you rejoin her in the booth at the bar.
You nod. “Yup.”
“So… ya’ll fucked then?”
“At a lookout on his car.”
“On it?” she gasps.
“On the hood,” you confirm. “Oh, and he’s my plus one to your wedding now, hope that’s okay.”
Park rests her head down against the table, letting out an inhumane sound. Then she looks up at you with a forced smile. “I’m so happy for you.”
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🔮 preview. “Oh no, not paint!” he says dramatically, undoing his belt. “Looks like everything has to be washed!” Now both of you are giggling as he strips down to his underwear, and the moment you’re both half naked, you grab his face with both hands and press your lips to his own. Mingyu’s hands find your hips, and you can feel the wet of the paint on your skin but you don’t care.
cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, oral, pussy eating, fucking on a couch, multiple reader orgasms, multiple positions, man handling, size kink, big dick Mingyu, foreplay, breast worship, breast obsession, simp Mingyu, semi!rough Mingyu, giggly cuddly sex, etc… I petnames. (hers) sweetheart.
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.1k I teaser wc. 140
🌙 starring. Mingyu x afab!Reader
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It’s been a wild year with Mingyu. You’ve done everything you’d promised; had him as you plus one to Park’s wedding, gone on a date with him to the Speedway, and things had just kicked off from there. The two of you fit so naturally that you’re shocked you’d gone most of your life without him.
You’re now a Speedway girlie, and Park comes with her husband all the time, too. Park was able to let go of the fact that you’d ended up with her celebrity crush, and even she admits that the two of you work very well together.
You’ve made sense of what Mingyu had meant when he said it was a good thing the two of you are different. Because you came into this knowing nothing about cars, it gave him the opportunity to teach you.
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