I Think We’re Both Addicted to Almost
racer jake x reader
contains: street racer jake sim, obsessive tension, possessiveness, jealousy, dangerous attraction, emotional intensity, almost-kissing, adrenaline highs, underground racing, soft obsession, non-idol au, “been like this” inspired energy
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he drives like he’s trying to outrun himself.
you look at him like you’d let him crash into you anyway.
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𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.
𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬.
𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.
𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.
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Jake’s car sounded dangerous before he even arrived.
The entire underground lot vibrated with it—engines growling beneath flickering neon lights, smoke curling through the cold night air, people packed shoulder to shoulder waiting for the race to start.
You weren’t supposed to be here.
That’s what your friend kept saying while dragging you through the crowd anyway.
“Don’t stare when he gets here,” she warned.
“Why would I stare?”
She gave you a look. “Because everyone does.”
Then the crowd shifted.
And suddenly—
There he was.
Jake stepped out of a black Nissan like the night belonged to him. Dark hoodie half-zipped, rings catching the low light, hair messy from driving too fast with the windows down.
People noticed him immediately.
Not loudly.
Worse.
The kind of attention that followed him automatically.
Like gravity.
Your friend leaned toward you. “That’s Jake.”
You already knew.
You’d heard about him for months.
The street racer with the impossible turns. The boy who drove like he had nothing to lose. The one girls got obsessed with after one conversation because he looked at people too intensely for it to mean nothing.
You expected him to be arrogant.
Untouchable.
But the first thing he did was laugh quietly at something his friend said, head dropping slightly, eyes crinkling at the corners.
Human.
That somehow made him worse.
Then his gaze lifted.
Straight to you.
Your stomach tightened instantly.
You looked away first.
Mistake.
Because after that, he kept looking.
—
“You know he noticed you, right?”
You nearly choked on your drink. “No, he didn’t.”
“He literally looked over here three times.”
Your friend smirked. “You’re exactly his type too.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Quiet girls.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not doing this.”
But your pulse betrayed you anyway when Jake walked past ten minutes later.
Close enough for you to smell smoke and expensive cologne.
Close enough that his shoulder brushed yours slightly.
Not an accident.
His eyes flicked toward you.
“You here for the race?”
His voice was lower than you expected.
Smooth.
Dangerous in a calm way.
You swallowed. “My friend dragged me here.”
“Did she?”
A tiny smile pulled at his mouth. “You don’t seem like you hate it.”
Before you could answer, someone called his name from across the lot.
Jake glanced away briefly, then back at you again.
Like he didn’t want to.
Like he couldn’t help it.
“You should stay after,” he said.
Then he walked away.
Just like that.
Leaving your heart racing harder than the cars around you.
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He won the race.
Of course he did.
You watched from the sidelines as his car slid around the final corner perfectly, tires screaming against pavement before crossing the finish line first.
The crowd erupted.
Jake stepped out of the car breathing hard, adrenaline still written all over him.
And somehow—
Somehow—
His eyes found yours immediately.
Like he’d been looking for you before anyone else.
Your friend noticed too.
“Oh, you are so screwed.”
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After that night, Jake kept appearing.
At first it was random.
Then it wasn’t.
He started sitting beside you when your mutual friends hung out.
Started texting you after getting your number “for directions” even though he never needed them.
Started watching you constantly.
Not subtle glances.
Full attention.
Like the room blurred whenever you spoke.
“You’re quieter over text,” he said one night, leaning against his car while you sat on the hood.
“You’re louder in person.”
He laughed softly.
“You nervous around me?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
The way he said it made heat crawl up your neck.
Jake noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
His smile deepened slightly, eyes dragging over your face slowly enough to make your pulse stutter.
“You do this thing,” he murmured.
“What thing?”
“When you get flustered, you stop looking at me.”
You forced yourself to meet his eyes.
Big mistake.
Because his expression changed instantly.
Darkened.
Not mean.
Worse.
Interested.
“You’re looking now,” he said quietly.
Neither of you moved.
Cars sped past somewhere in the distance, music echoing faintly through the empty parking structure, but it felt far away.
Everything felt far away except him.
Then—
A girl walked over.
Tall, pretty, confident.
She touched Jake’s arm naturally when she spoke.
You looked away immediately.
Jake noticed that too.
“Yo, are you coming Friday?” the girl asked.
“Maybe.”
“She’s racing too.” Her eyes flicked toward you briefly. Assessing. “Didn’t know you brought someone.”
Something ugly twisted in your stomach.
Before you could stop yourself, you slid off the hood of the car.
“I should go.”
Jake’s brows furrowed instantly. “What?”
“You’re busy.”
“I’m literally talking to you.”
But you were already stepping away.
The jealousy embarrassed you.
You barely knew him.
So why did seeing another girl touch him feel like something sharp under your ribs?
“Hey.”
Jake caught your wrist gently before you could leave.
Not rough.
But firm enough to stop you completely.
His attention shifted fully back to you.
Like the other girl wasn’t even there anymore.
“Don’t do that.”
Your heartbeat stumbled. “Do what?”
“Walk away when you’re upset.”
“I’m not upset.”
Jake stared at you for a second too long.
Then—
“Again,” he said softly. “But looking at me this time.”
You couldn’t.
Because if you did, he’d know.
And judging by the look in his eyes—
He already did.
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After that, Jake got worse.
Or better.
Depending on how honest you wanted to be.
More possessive.
More attentive.
He hated when other guys talked to you too long.
You noticed it during one race night when a friend of his started flirting with you near the drinks table.
Jake appeared beside you within minutes.
Silent.
Terrifyingly calm.
His hand settled low against your back possessively.
“What’re you talking about?”
The guy smirked. “Just keeping her company.”
Jake’s jaw ticked slightly.
“She already has company.”
Your breath caught.
The guy noticed too.
“So it’s like that?”
Jake didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
Because his fingers pressed slightly against your waist and suddenly you couldn’t think properly anymore.
The guy left soon after.
Jake watched him go before finally looking down at you.
“You okay?”
You stared at him. “You’re jealous.”
“No,” he said immediately.
Then, after a pause—
“I just don’t like people looking at you too long.”
Your chest tightened.
“That’s basically the same thing.”
Jake stepped closer.
“Maybe.”
The air felt heavier suddenly.
Charged.
His thumb brushed lightly against your side absentmindedly and you nearly forgot how to breathe.
“You know what your problem is?” he murmured.
“What?”
“You act like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Your lips parted slightly.
Jake noticed.
God, he noticed everything.
“You keep looking at me like that,” he said quietly, “and then you get surprised when I lose my mind a little.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“You make me dramatic.”
His face was too close now.
Close enough that if you leaned forward even slightly—
“Jake,” you whispered.
That ruined him a little.
You saw it happen in real time.
The way his expression tightened.
The way his hand gripped your waist harder instinctively.
“Say it again.”
Your stomach flipped.
“Jake.”
His eyes shut briefly.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “That’s not helping.”
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The almost happened after a race he nearly lost.
Rain slicked the streets dangerously, engines screaming through wet roads while you stood near the barricades with your heart in your throat.
Jake won by inches.
But when he got out of the car, he looked angry.
Not triumphant.
Angry.
You barely had time to process it before he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the crowd, deeper into the empty parking structure where the neon lights barely reached.
“Jake—”
“You scared me.”
Your breath caught. “What?”
His grip tightened around your wrist.
“When the car spun out…” He dragged a hand through his damp hair harshly. “All I could think about was you watching it happen.”
“You could’ve gotten hurt.”
“But I didn’t.”
“But you could have.”
The words cracked between you.
Rainwater dripped from the edge of his jaw, hoodie soaked through, chest rising hard like he was still trying to come down from the adrenaline.
But his eyes—
His eyes were entirely on you.
Heavy.
Obsessed.
Like he’d been holding something back for too long.
Then his hand lifted slowly, brushing wet hair away from your face.
His fingers lingered.
Your pulse went wild.
“You know what I hate?” he said quietly.
You swallowed. “What?”
“The way you act like this doesn’t affect you too.”
Your breath faltered.
Jake stepped closer.
“So tell me I’m imagining it.”
You couldn’t.
Because he wasn’t.
And judging by the look on his face—
He knew that already.
“You drive me insane,” he muttered, almost angry about it. “You stand there looking at me like that and then pretend you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I’m not pretending.”
That made him freeze.
For one second, neither of you moved.
Then Jake laughed softly under his breath, completely wrecked by your answer.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
The sound of it hit harder than it should’ve.
His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck slowly, fingers tightening just enough to make your heartbeat stumble.
Possessive.
Not enough to hurt.
Enough to keep you there.
“You should stay away from me,” he murmured.
“But you don’t want me to.”
His eyes darkened instantly.
“No,” he admitted. “I really don’t.”
The tension became unbearable.
Every breath felt too warm.
Too close.
Jake looked at your lips again and this time he didn’t even try to hide it.
“You know what the worst part is?” he said softly.
“What?”
“I don’t think I’d stop if you asked me to right now.”
Your stomach flipped violently.
The honesty in his voice ruined you more than anything else could’ve.
You stepped closer anyway.
That broke the last thread of restraint he had left.
Jake pulled you against him suddenly, one hand gripping your waist hard enough to steal your breath as your back hit the cold concrete pillar behind you.
The sound that escaped you made his entire expression snap.
“Don’t,” he warned quietly.
Your fingers curled into the front of his soaked hoodie. “Don’t what?”
“Make noises like that unless you know what it does to me.”
Your heartbeat felt dangerous now.
Out of control.
Jake leaned in until his mouth brushed the edge of your jaw.
Not kissing.
Worse.
His breath was warm against your skin despite the rain.
“You have no idea,” he muttered, voice rough, “how hard it’s been not touching you the way I want to.”
The confession hit like a spark to gasoline.
Your hands tightened on him instinctively.
And Jake lost it a little.
His forehead dropped against yours hard enough to make you gasp softly, grip on your waist almost bruising now like he physically couldn’t let go.
“That,” he whispered immediately. “That sound.”
His eyes shut briefly like he was trying to survive you.
Then he looked at you again—
completely ruined.
Completely obsessed.
“Tell me to stop,” he said one last time.
But neither of you moved.
Neither of you breathed properly.
And when Jake’s mouth finally brushed yours—
barely there, maddeningly slow—
it felt less like a kiss and more like finally giving in to something that had already happened weeks ago.
His hand slid into your hair carefully, despite the way he was shaking with restraint.
Like even now, he was trying not to destroy you with how badly he wanted you.
The kiss deepened for half a second.
One dangerous half second.
Then Jake pulled back abruptly, breathing hard, eyes dark and unfocused.
“See?” he said quietly, thumb dragging across your swollen lower lip. “This is exactly why I can’t stay away from you.”
And the worst part was—
you didn’t want him to.
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“you should stay away from me.”
“but you don’t want me to.”
“…no.”
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the worst part wasn’t the kiss.
it was the way he looked at you before it happened.
like he already knew he’d lose himself in it.
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𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫.
𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭.
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
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second ff im scared!