Biker!Simon who’s tatted uppp. He’s rolling up his sleeves while he rides to let everyone get a look at his muscly arms laced with inked designs because yes, he does want to show off
Biker!Simon who's rolling up next to you at a red light, head turning while he thrums his fingers on the seat under him. He can feel your heated gaze through your window.
Biker!Simon who flips open his visor and lets his eyes find yours. He wants you to know that he sees you staring and he's staring right back at you
Biker!Simon who passes his phone to you with the new contact sheet open on his screen, ready for you to fill out
Biker!Simon who trashes on the TikTok bikers and calls them cornballs but doesn’t hesitate to send you photos of him in a compression shirt and helmet at any chance he gets
Biker!Simon who buys you a helmet before your first date, and takes you home. And no matter how much you beg him that night, he refuses to go above sixty on the highway because he why would he ever put his girl at risk like that?
warning : strangers to lovers, fluff, flirting, biker jungkookiieeeeeee * the biggest warning haha lol*, sexual tension obviously, both of them are shy at first, the bakery operates 24 hours because of the nightlife present there so dont come at me with logic okay? Haha, mutual pinning, smut, 21+ content, explicit words, oral, wrap it before tap it guys, this is just fiction I do not support any irresponsible behavior.... Just very cute shit lmao.!! 😭😭
Summary : Jungkook starts showing up at your café every night just before midnight. Same bike. Same coffee order. Same stupid smile that gets harder to ignore every day. Somewhere between teasing conversations, rain-soaked rides through the city, and late nights at his garage, the line between regular customer and something more starts blurring a little too fast.
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Author's note : guys...have you watched his new calvin Klein campaign? God!!!!! He looks so cool and so hot. I couldn't help myself but scribble my fantasies. Lol hope you guys enjoy too..
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The café started closing at midnight three months ago because of the newest demand in the town.
Jungkook started showing up at 11:47 exactly three months ago. At this point your coworkers had theories. “Drug dealer,” Mina whispered deep in thinking while wiping tables. “Secret mafia heir,” Sungho added. You snorted. “He orders vanilla cold brew.” “Exactly,” Mina said. “Suspiciously attractive men with tattoos should not drink vanilla anything.”
As if summoned by gossip alone, the low growl of a motorcycle rolled down the street outside.
Right on time. Your eyes lifted automatically toward the window before you could stop yourself. Mina caught it instantly...“Oho.” she sang almost. “Shut up.”
The black bike stopped under the flickering neon sign, rainwater shining across the seat. A second later Jungkook stepped inside, tugging off his helmet with one hand...And there it was...That stupidly unfair smile...Not cocky exactly....Just naturally dangerous in the way thunderstorms are dangerous. Pretty enough to ruin judgment.
“Hey,” he said casually, already walking toward the counter. You tried very hard not to smile back too quickly. “You’re late.”
He blinked once before glancing at the clock.
11:49. “Two minutes,” he defendended " Punctuality is rare these days.”
A laugh escaped him softly, warm and low. “Sorry, princess. One of the bikes fought back.”
Mina made a choking sound behind you and Jungkook only leaned against the counter while you made his drink, sleeves pushed up enough for tattoos to slide into view beneath silver rings and black ink. You’d discovered completely by accident that he only drank coffee if you made it because Sungho tested the theory once.
Jungkook took one sip, stared at the cup like it had personally betrayed him, then quietly asked...“Where’s she?”
You had never emotionally recovered. Now he watched you work with lazy focus, chin resting against his fist. “You memorized it?” he asked. “You order the same thing every day.” “Maybe I'm loyal to my taste.” he said. “Maybe you’re boring.” you raised right eyebrow. “That hurt.” he made a face which reflected how hurt he was and that made you laugh....“not sorry.” He grinned again.
The thing about Jungkook was that he looked intimidating until he opened his mouth. Then suddenly he was teasing, playful, annoyingly easy to talk to. The leather jackets and motorcycles screamed bad decisions while the actual man just looked at you like you were the best part of his night. Which was dangerous.
Rain tapped softly against the café windows while you handed him the drink. His fingers brushed yours deliberately....Not an accident...Never an accident anymore And somehow those tiny touches had become a language of their own.
“You busy after work?” he asked casually before taking a sip. Your heart did a full cartwheel. “Why?"...“There’s something at the garage I wanna show you.” Mina nearly dropped an entire tray behind you. You ignored her violently. “The garage?” you asked. “Mm.” He nodded toward the street. “Mine’s nearby.”
“You own a garage?” you asked curiously.
“You thought I spent all day dramatically circling cafés on a motorcycle?” you shrugged your shoulders“…maybe.” “That’s really rude you know.” You laughed again despite yourself. Then quieter...“I mean… your bike is pretty.”
Jungkook went still for half a second. Not frozen. Just caught off guard. “You like the bike?”you nodded “I’ve never even sat on one before.” The look he gave you after that felt warm enough to melt streetlights. “Well,” he said slowly, “that a problem we can definitely fix.”
Closing time came with rain finally slowing to a drizzle. Mina cornered you instantly while you grabbed your bag. “If you do not kiss that man tonight, I’m reporting you both to the government for unresolved tension.” you hit her arm “You’re insane.” “You’ve been making eye contact like divorced lovers for two months.”
Before you could retaliate, the café bell chimed again. Jungkook stood there with his helmet tucked under one arm.
Then your gaze drifted outside toward the motorcycle.
Sleek black body. Rainwater glimmering under streetlights.
“You really know how to ride one right? ,” you mumbled. Jungkook’s mouth curved instantly.
“Yeah..you don't trust me?” " I do " You nodded once. Silence stretched for a second before he stepped closer slightly. " I know how to ride my things well princess. " Oh no a blushing mess you were.
The city looked different from the back of Jungkook’s motorcycle.... Alive. Your arms wrapped cautiously around his waist at first until he laughed over his shoulder. “You can hold tighter, y’know. I’m not made of glass.”
“Focus on driving.” you shot back. “I can multitask.” you can hear the grin in his voice.
“You definitely cannot.” But you held tighter anyway. And when he felt it, his shoulders relaxed beneath your hands. The rain had stopped completely by the time he pulled into the garage.
It sat tucked between older brick buildings, warm yellow light spilling from inside. Music played quietly somewhere. Tools lined the walls beside half-finished bikes and grease-stained workbenches.
It smelled like metal, gasoline, and him.
You stepped inside slowly, eyes widening. “This is yours?” he nodded and mumbled “Mhm.”
“You live here or something?” you ask still looking at the inside of the garage. “Sometimes.”
“That’s kind of hot.” you said without giving a thought and that made Jungkook nearly walk directly into a toolbox. You pretended not to notice but a smile was on your face now.
He watched you wander through the garage while leaning back against a workbench, arms crossed loosely.
You touched everything curiously. Helmet..collection....Polaroids pinned beside shelves.....Silver tools organized surprisingly neatly. “This one yours too?” you asked, brushing your fingers along another motorcycle.
“Don’t touch that one.” You turned instantly. “Oh my god, why?” “Because now I have to marry you.” You stared....He broke first, laughing while you shoved his shoulder. “Idiot.” he smiled softly and said “Worth it.”
The garage suddenly felt smaller after that.
Quieter. Your heartbeat got embarrassingly loud as you stopped beside his workbench. Jungkook stood close now. Close enough to smell rain and coffee on him still.
“You know,” he said softly, spinning a ring around his finger, “I actually wanted to talk to you for weeks before I did.” You blinked. “What?” “At the café.” His eyes met yours directly. “You looked busy all the time and I kept chickening out.” You laughed immediately. “You? The bad biker boy? Scared?” “Very.” he admitted. “No way.” you almost didn't believed him. “I’m serious.” His grin faded into something gentler then. “Pretty girl making my coffee every night?” he murmured. “That’s enough to make me nervous.” The air shifted..and Your fingers brushed absentmindedly over one of the chains hanging from the shelf beside him while his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth. Then back up. Then down again. Every tiny movement suddenly mattered.
“You flirt with everyone like this?” you asked quietly. “No.” A beat. “Just you.” That one landed straight in your ribs. Your breath caught softly as he stepped closer, slow enough to let you pull away if you wanted. You didn’t.
Jungkook’s hand settled lightly against the edge of the workbench beside your hip. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice rougher now. Your throat went dry instantly. “Yeah,” you whispered.
Jungkook let out a shaky breath, like he still couldn’t believe it. His first kiss was clumsy...noses bumping, a soft “sorry” mumbled against your lips...before he tilted his head and kissed you properly. It quickly turned hungry. Wet and a little desperate. His hands roamed under your shirt, warm and slightly rough from work. “Can I take this off?” he asked, voice already husky.
You nodded. The shirt came off, then your bra. He stared for a second like he’d won the lottery, then leaned in and kissed down your neck, sucking lightly as he cupped your breasts. When his mouth closed around one nipple, tongue flicking, you moaned and grabbed his hair. He switched sides, slower this time, like he wanted to savor it.
“Been dying to hear your sweet voice like this..,” he murmured against your skin. One hand slid down, rubbing you over your pants. “And fuck… you’re already this wet?”
“ I-I..too was dying to get this close to you...so yeah,” you breathed.
He chuckled, but his cheeks were flushed. “ should've bought you here way sooner baby.” He peeled your pants and underwear down, kissing every inch of your legs on the way. Then he dropped to his knees on the concrete floor like it was the most natural thing in the world. The first slow lick over your clit made your back arch. He hummed happily and did it again, figuring out exactly how you liked it stupidly fast....broad strokes of his tongue mixed with gentle suction while two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling just right.
“Jungkoo- oh my god...!!!!”
He looked up at you with dark, sparkling eyes, lips shiny. “Taste so fucking good,” he mumbled before diving back in, more eager this time. His fingers pumped steadily while his tongue worked your clit until your thighs started shaking around his head. You came hard, tugging his hair, moaning his name loud enough to echo through the garage.
He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking stupidly proud and a little dazed. “Good?” he asked, already leaning in to kiss you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.
You nodded, still catching your breath, and reached for his belt. Your hands were clumsy. He helped you shove his jeans and boxers down. His cock was hard, heavy, and leaking at the tip. You stroked him and he groaned loudly, hips twitching forward.
“Shit...slow down, baby. I’m already close just from eating you out.” you placed you palm on his mouth. Such a filthy talker he was. He grinned on your palm and fumbled for the condom in his wallet, nearly dropping it twice before rolling it on. When he finally lined up and pushed inside you, slow and careful, both of you moaned.
“Fuck… so tight,” he hissed, forehead pressed to yours. “Give me a second… don’t wanna embarrass myself.” You laughed breathlessly and pulled him into a kiss. He started moving...deep, rolling thrusts that gradually got harder. The workbench creaked under you. Skin slapped against skin. He kept talking the whole time, voice wrecked and affectionate.
“You feel so good… been thinking about this every night after I left the café… shit, baby...”
You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, nails digging into his back. He changed the angle and hit that perfect spot inside you. Your moans got louder. He grinned against your neck, all cocky for a second, then reached between you and rubbed your clit with his thumb.
“Come on, princess. One more time. Want to feel you come around me.”
You did...harder than before, clenching tight around him. Jungkook cursed loudly, hips stuttering as he followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning your name into your shoulder. he didn’t pull out right away.
He stayed buried inside you, arms wrapped around your waist, face hidden in the crook of your neck. His breathing was still heavy and warm against your skin.
After a minute he started pressing tiny, lazy kisses along your shoulder, your collarbone, up to your jaw...super soft and sweet, completely different from how he’d just fucked you.
“You okay?” he mumbled, voice all hoarse and gentle. “Mhm. Really okay.” you nodded exhausted.
He smiled against your skin. Then he finally pulled out carefully, got rid of the condom, and helped you down from the workbench like you might break. He grabbed his discarded tank top and gently wiped between your legs before cleaning himself.
“C’mere,” he said softly. He pulled you into his chest, hugging you close. One hand rubbed slow circles on your back while the other played with your hair. You could hear his heartbeat, still a little fast.
“So… that wasn’t just garage sex, right?” he hesitated at first but gradually asked quietly, a little shy. “I meant all that boyfriend stuff. I want to do this properly. Take you on actual dates. Bring you coffee in the morning. Show up at the café even when I don’t need caffeine just because I miss you. All the stupid cute shit.”
You smiled and hugged him tighter. “Yeah. I want that too.”
Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at you, his big doe eyes soft and sparkly. He brushed your messy hair out of your face and kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips...slow and sweet.
“Good,” he whispered, grinning that bright, boyish smile again. “Because I’m already planning to spoil you.”
You laughed and poked his chest. “You’re such a sap under all the leather and tattoos.”..“Only for you,” he said, nuzzling into your neck again, clearly not ready to let go yet. “Now stop making fun of your boyfriend and let me cuddle you for a little longer. I’ve waited months for this.”
You stayed like that...wrapped up in each other in the middle of his messy garage, soft kisses and quiet giggles, the city quiet outside.
Could I ask you for your hcs for biker as a husband? If one managed to get that far with him ofc!
i kind of struggled with ideas for this one lmao so i hope this is what you were looking for. ty for your request!! also for everyone who has submitted one i am getting to them asap:))
biker husband headcanons
word count-608
warnings-mild language
-you’ll have to date him for a long time before he even considers marrying you. for a while it’s his commitment issues that make him hesitate regarding marriage, but eventually it turns into him being afraid of “ruining” you in some way. he’s aware that he’s a bit of a mess and he’s dabbled in some suspicious things throughout his life and he doesn’t want any of that to rub off on you, he sees you as a perfect angel and he’s terrified of his past negatively affecting you. he’ll ask you if you’re actually willing to marry him multiple times before he ever actually proposes
-he comes up with a really elaborate plan to propose to you but he ends up abandoning it and proposes completely on impulse. one night while you’re out on a date together he looks at you and realizes how much you mean to him, how upset he’d be if he lost you without making you his forever. he doesn’t even kneel, he just pulls the box with the ring in it out of his pocket and places it in your hand. he’s baffled when you say yes, even if you’ve said before that you would marry him. he can’t find any words to say to you, to describe how happy he is, so he just holds you as close to him as humanly possible
-when you agree to marry him he really tries to clean himself up. he attempts to stay away from alcohol and whatever other substances but it’s hard for him to not use those things as a coping mechanism with all of the shit he’s seen. even with his efforts at bettering himself he’s still a bit of a mess (you’ll probably have to bail him out of bar fights a few times, but he really does try his best to be better for you)
-he allows himself to be a lot more soft around you after you’re married. knowing that you’re willing to stay with him for life makes him feel like he can be vulnerable and he’s much more likely to be sappy and tell you how much he loves you and all that
-he’s definitely the type of person to constantly talk about the fact that you’re married. he’ll mention it any time he gets the chance and will refer to himself as your husband whenever he can (he melts when he hears you do the same, no matter how much time passes he still can’t believe that you said yes to marrying him)
-the ring he proposes to you with is obnoxiously fancy, he wants to make sure everyone can see the gems gleaming on your ring finger and know that you’re his. he loves when people ask about it and will go on and on about why he picked the ring he did
-despite how flashy he is regarding your marriage, he’s not the type to want an elaborate wedding ceremony. he’d much rather have a low-key courthouse wedding and spend the rest of the day with you without anyone else around to take your attention away from him
-after marrying you he wants to get the two of you out of miami (if you haven’t left already). he doesn’t want to take any chances with somebody who he pissed off in the past finding you and hurting you, he wants to have as close to a normal life as he can with you
-even if he’s not the most stable husband, his entire life revolves around you and he spoils you and treats you like you’re the most precious thing in the world
Biker! Suna Rinaroru who you met at the bar one night after your friends stood you up for their boyfriends. He bought you a drink after plenty of conversation and didn’t judge you for not taking a sip right away.
Biker! Suna Rintarou who gives you his number, half expecting you to not text him but is pleasantly surprised when you did.
Biker! Suna Rintarou is the type of guy to text you all the time, expect for when he’s riding on his bike.
Biker! Suna Rintarou who invites you to one of his stunt shows, especially excited for you to see his tricks when you say you’ve never been to a stunt show before.
Biker! Suna Rintarou who makes sure to blow you a kiss for good luck and begins revving his engine before taking off along the track. he did all sorts of tricks, wheelies are his personal favorite and he’s damn good at them too.
Biker! Suna Rintarou who finishes his portion of the event before heading back to his booth to see you. He laughs when explain in hurry of how cool that was and how amazing he was.
Biker! Suna Rintarou who kisses you suddenly, pushing your body up against his bike as his hands settles on your hips. He pulls away slightly, half lidded eyes staring at you with such a passion as he asked if it was alright to take you home tonight and that only leaves you chasing his lips which he took as a yes.
Biker! Suna Rintarou who after you started dating introduces the idea of couples stunting to you. You were hesitant about it at first, being at the front of his bike as he did a front wheelie? but after experiencing it once? god you needed more and more of the tension and the adrenaline.
Biker! Suna Rintarou who makes sure to book all kinds of competitions for you two to compete in, and of course you won.
Biker! Suna Rintarou who fucks you against his bike after a successful competition, your walls squeezing him so tight as one of his hands cup your neck in a chokehold. and if you ask him nicely he’ll even keep his helmet on.
In this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, you end up in the hands of four men in helmets who don't take kindly to strangers: Axel, Jace, Rowan and Dominic. Who will win your heart?
Axel Kane, Jace Moreno, Rowan Vance, Dominic Russo (Biker OCs) x Fem!Reader
NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure
CW: Noncon/dubcon, Violence
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🎮interactive fanfic "Steel Hearts & Midnight Roads (Bike, Biker, Motorbikes)" by hauntedprincess
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can we have more details on the simon biker fic? there’s quite a few, so idk which one you’re thinking of
ughh i'd appreciate it so much if you helped me find it!! it went something like the reader was with her male friend on some kinda car show and she heard like WROOM WROOM and she turns around and its simon and she goes up to him and theyre yapping for a bit and shes like yo wanna come to a party w me and its like a masked party i guess and i remember the picture that was in the fic too it was a girl with a pink purge mask i balieve. i remember that when they got to the party they went to the bathroom and did stuff-
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