#han lue

[remigonewild]

the giver

gif by @dilfgifs

minors dni

(nsfw) han lue x female!reader

ss: pov you're a throat goat. han takes you out for a late night drive and you just can’t help but act on the thoughts that are running through your mind.

a/n: hii babies!! this is my first work on this account please be kind and leave some love, i'm just testing the waters with this one! feel free to check out my account if you want more content like this.

the loud buzzing of han’s engine was all that filled your ears as he sped through the streets of roppongi, tokyo. his right hand gripped the steering wheel casually as if he wasn’t going over 100 mph; his left hand was occasionally moving to the clutch to switch gears, but it always returned to its rightful place on your thigh.

his touch still gave you shivers; it doesn’t matter how long you guys have been together. his touch, his smell, and those goddamn eyes… they were all too intoxicating.

your eyes darted to his lap along with your hands reaching to tug at the zipper of his jeans. han turned to look at your innocent face, your eyes slightly hooded over, silently begging for him. he knew what was about to happen, and it definitely wouldn't be the first time.

"do you need something, princess?" he asked casually while he gave your thigh a firm squeeze and casually inched his cold hand higher up your skirt. he always toyed with you, but not tonight.

you swatted his hand away without a word and sat up in your seat onto your knees, moving to face him while the car continued speeding through the streets. your hands tugged and pulled at his pants until you finally freed what you wanted most.

"someone's eager." he chuckled in his seat, moving his hips slightly to give you a better angle, his eyes still glued to the road while he expertly navigated through the city.

"i think you're the eager one, baby." you purred, leaning down to lick a thick stripe up his base before taking him whole into your mouth. the car jolted forward as you took his whole length; sure it was a challenge, but the noises the man was making above you were heavenly.

"fuck... you're so perfect." han groaned, trying to keep his eyes open while you swirled your tongue around him, also making sure to give his throbbing pink tip the attention it desired; various pet names and praises slipped through his moans while the car swerved back and fourth on the empty road.

his hips started to thrust lightly, making you take more and more of him if it was even possible. your moans vibrated his shaft as you continued your expertise even faster than before; you could tell he was about to come undone by his mindless babbles and his jerky driving.

in between moans han mustered out an "i'm gonna-" and then his hot, wet cum shot down your throat, and the car jolted to a stop. it was warm as you swallowed all of it and sucked his length clean. you sat up, wiping your mouth with your perfectly manicured hands as you admired the man in front of you.

han's head was tilted back, heavy breaths slipping from his lips as sweat covered his forehead; he shimmied his pants up and looked at you with sparkling eyes. he grabbed your chin, bringing you towards him to plant a passionate kiss on your plump lips; he could even still taste himself on you.

"y'know, i almost crashed like four times." han smiled at you, raising his eyebrows.

"it was like six times last drive, so was my head not as good this time?" you joked, knowing that could never be the case.

"clearly i'm just getting better at driving while having your mouth wrapped around me." he shrugged his shoulders while he changed gears and took off speeding down the streets once again.

"maybe we need to test that theory." you challenged, still staring at him deeply as he drifted around corners effortlessly, showing off just for you.

"we will, baby, but for now i'm taking you home so i can show you how appreciative i am." han cooed, returning his hand to your thigh this time all the way up your skirt, right where you craved him the most. it was going to be a long, blissful night, and you ached at the thought of it.

[cafecitoypanesito]

Dating Han Lue | Tokyo

a/n: I was going to let this rot and die in the drafts but I didn’t want to let the mini story go to waste soooo eat up <3

•Late-night ramen and lingering glances

You start hanging out at the garage more often. You don’t really belong to the racing scene, but Han never makes you feel out of place. One night, he asks if you want food — and instead of bringing you back takeout, he picks you up in his RX-7 and drives you through neon-lit Tokyo just for a tiny, hole-in-the-wall ramen spot.

He doesn’t say much. But when he watches you slurp your noodles, hiding a grin behind his hand?

That’s the first time you feel like maybe he’s not just being nice.

• Teaching you how to drift... sort of

You’re not a racer—not really, but one night Han catches you watching him a little too long during a tune-up session. Without a word, he tosses you the keys to one of the older cars in the garage.

“Let’s see what you got.”

“What?” You said, too slow to understand the implication.

“Garage car. She’s got bite. But she’ll be nice if you treat her right.”

“Wait. You want me to drive?”

“No,” he deadpans. “I want you to try. Let’s see if you’re more than just pretty looks and long stares.”

“I can drive,” you insist.

“Good,” Han replies, leaning back on the hood, arms folded. “Show me.”

You slide into the driver’s seat, heart pounding. The interior smells like dust and old vinyl. You adjust everything like you’ve seen in the movies.

Then stall the engine.

Once.

Twice.

Five times.

Okay, maybe I can’t drive,” you mutter to yourself. Watching how Han looked at you in amusement

Han strolls over and taps the window.

“Mind if I join?” he asks.

“To mock me properly?”

“I mock better up close.”

He slides into the passenger seat, one arm casually resting across the back of yours, and gestures toward the wheel.

“Alright, let’s fix whatever that was.”

“You mean my confidence?”

“That too.”

He reaches for the gearshift, brushing your hand. His fingers are rough, warm, steady.

“Clutch, gas. It’s like dancing,” he says. “You don’t step on your partner’s feet, you listen to the rhythm.”

“I’m more of a freestyle girl.”

“Clearly.”

You try again. The car jerks forward, protesting, but doesn’t stall.

“Hey!” you exclaim, triumphant.

“Don’t celebrate yet. That was beginner’s luck.”

“No faith?”

“I’ve got faith,” Han says, turning toward you with a teasing glint. “But also really good reflexes in case you crash.”

Han teaches you the way he drives — calm, fluid, like he’s got nowhere to be but enjoys getting there. You, on the other hand, learn the hard way. Curbs are hit. Cones are sacrificed.

“You trying to drift or parallel park a tank?”

“Is that tire smoke or your ego burning out?”

“You’re still terrible,” he says one night after a particularly wild turn. “But damn, you make it look fun.”

One night, you finally nail it — a clean, sharp drift that slices through the dockside corner like a knife. You hit the throttle just right, countersteer without overthinking. The tires screech, smoke curls, and when you stop, heart racing, you look over at him.

He’s quiet. For once.

“Speechless?” you ask, breathless, grinning.

“Shocked,” he admits, mouth twitching up. “Thought we’d be in the bay by now.”

“Told you I could drive.”

“Mmm. I’m starting to think you just like me close.”

“You wish.”

He leans in, that lazy grin softening just a touch. There's a pause — full of heat, the hum of the idling engine, the slow rise of something more.

“Y’know,” he says, voice low, “when I gave you those keys… I wasn’t just testing your driving.”

“Oh yeah?” you reply, arching a brow. “Then what were you testing?”

“Whether or not I’d have to keep pretending I wasn’t into you.”

Your breath hitches. He’s so close you can see the gold flecks in his eyes, the smallest curve of his lip.

You smile — smug, playful, yours.

“So how’d I do?”

He grins back, nodding toward the wheel.

“You passed. Now drive.”

• Sleeping in the car — together, unspoken

One night you stay late at the garage. Han’s reclined in the RX-7, and you're too tired to go home. He opens the passenger side, pats the seat like it’s always been yours.

Neither of you talk much — just sit in the silence while Tokyo hums outside. You fall asleep before you realize it. When you wake up, his jacket is over your legs, and he’s still awake, watching the stars through the windshield.

• Han shares his snacks, always

You never ask. He never offers. But his bag of chips? His Pocky? His peach gummies from the vending machine?

He always hands them to you first, wordlessly, like it’s automatic. Like you’re already a part of his rhythm.

Even when you’re arguing. Especially when you’re arguing.

• Tangled legs and parking garage conversations

You’ve started crashing in the RX-7 after late nights — both of you curled up together in the back seat or lying across the hood, legs tangled, listening to music

You talk about nothing. Everything. The quiet in the city. What you'd do if you left Tokyo. Whether drifting is freedom or just a distraction.

He never says "I love you." But he looks at you like the words are too small to fit what he feels.

• Protectiveness that doesn’t look like anger

Han doesn’t raise his voice. Ever. But the one time a drunk bystander gets too close to you, says something slick that lands wrong?

Han’s already in front of you, one hand lightly guiding you back, the other gripping his arm just a little too hard.

He doesn't say much — just leans in and murmurs something to the guy.

Later, when you ask what he said, Han just shrugs and says, “Told him not to get comfortable.”

• You patch him up

He comes back one night, knuckles bruised, a small cut on his cheekbone.

He brushes it off, of course. "Wasn’t a big deal." But he doesn’t stop you when you pull him into the bathroom and clean him up with cotton pads and ointment.

He watches you in the mirror. Quiet. Still.

“You always take care of people like this?” he asks softly.

You don’t answer — you just kiss the corner of his mouth and say, “Just you.”

• Shared routine

Han starts making you part of his rhythm without ever asking.

You start showing up around the same time. He plays the same playlist you two created while you help tidy up the garage. You hand him tools without needing to be asked. He knows your go-to snack and starts stocking it without saying anything.

One night, you ask, “You do this with everyone?”

He pauses. “No.”

leaning down to give your temple a soft kiss

Then, quieter: “Just you.”

And you believe him.

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Han Lue

Tw:NONE:)

Wc: 1221

When they meet:

They met in Rio, when Dom called them both, they answered. Like what Roman had done to Gisele when she showed, he walked over, “Sexy body baby, you gon let me have a peek in that backseat” he laughed and smiled at the girl , Y/n pulled a gun on him, and aimed at his jewels, Roman’s response was to cover his jewels and crouch, a pathetic attempt to protect them.

“You can look the day this gun melts.” she retorted, a small smirk growing on her face, “Well your looks could do just that” Roman whimpered, she laughed, loud, as she tucked the gun away. Tej looked at roman, ranting about how he didn’t learn his lesson with the last girl, Roman fought back, “Well this is just another dogfight” another voice spoke, coming up behind her, y/n turned her head, her eyes falling on an attractive Asian man. She laughed softly, eyes crinkling in the corners, he smiled too.

‘Han Lue.” He spoke; his eyes trained on the woman.

“Y/n L/n” she replied quietly. He nodded, “I uh like your car” he spoke, looking over at it.

“Thank you” y/n muttered, he nodded looking at her one more time before turning his attention to Dom and Brian who had walked in the room. She walked over beside Han quietly, walking past a arguing Tej and Roman. Han looked at her once more, as she moved to stand beside Mia, his eyes lingering on the woman, he took notice of the way her hair fell, the way her eyes followed every movement, listening as though her life depended on it. Han smiled slightly when she did.

He looked down taking a pack of snacks from his pocket and munching on them, trying to distract his mind from his thoughts of her.

When he knew he loved her:

He watched her closely, watching as you she drifted around the corners quickly, the mock camera set up making sure you she wouldn’t get caught. Y/n hit the brakes, drifting the car to a stop, Han smiled. “I’m in love” he muttered, Dom chuckled. His eyes remained on Han as he watched her exit the car, calling out to Mia, “Did I make it?” she called walking up onto the platform, Mia shook her head. “Your still to slow” she would’ve had said if y/n groan hadn’t cut her off.  y/n walked over to Dom who watched everyone else drive.

“We’ll never make it. These cars, they’re too noticeable.” Y/n spoke standing beside him, Dom nodded.

“Okay so, we need to blend in?” Han asked, he walked up beside y/n, his body barely touching hers, but the feeling was there.

Lingering.

His breath fanned down her neck slightly, causing goosebumps to rise in a storm.

“Exactly.” Dom replied, he turned to the two his eye’s scanning over their proximity. He smiled slightly before walking off to Brian.

“What was he smiling about?” Han asked.

She smiled looking down at his hand for a second, his hand rested on my hip, gently and featherlight. He pulled it away sheepishly and looked away. Y/n smiled, a small laugh filling the air.

When she knew she loved him:

It hit like a train, y/n had driven them to the fence of the police station, the others had quickly climbed out. Han looked at her for a second, she turned to him, gently pressing the breaks to slow the car. She grinned “Don’t hurt yourself.”  Han smiled, climbing from the car awkwardly, his lanky frame bending to fit through the window. Y/n watched him jump over the fence catching up with the others, she smiled. Taking off down the road and back to their hideout, she hopped out the car in silence offering a small smile to the others before sitting down in a chair, Han’s chair. She sat quietly, drawing on a scrap piece of paper, her fingers moved aimlessly sketching out a face among the white.

“Do you like him?” a thick accent called behind her, she looked up at Gisele.

“No? I just needed something to draw” she reasoned. Gisele smirked at her, “I know love when I see it”

Y/n turned away, scrunching up the drawing, and trying to rest her eyes. They fluttered shut, enveloping her mind in pure silence.

“You can’t lie to me.” Gisele whispered in her ear, Y/n smiled. The sound of tires screeching ran through the building, police sirens followed, the women all looked up, alert. The boys stepped out, as Brian yelling and smiling about how he won against Dom, Han and Roman spoke to him quietly making his face fall. “Good to see no casualties.” Y/n muttered as Dom walked past her, he grinned before speaking.

“Don’t worry, no on hurt your boyfriend.”

y/n rolled her eyes at his teasing before looking away, “You missed me?” Han mumbled coming up beside her, she blushed before speaking.

“In your dreams.”

He grinned, “After this is over, I’m going to take you to dinner.”

“Dinner date? Or just dinner?” she replied.

“Dinner date, somewhere expensive with really good food.” He spoke before walking over to Dom.

Y/n smiled, turning away from before biting her knuckles in excitement, she suppressed a squeal before resuming her composure and turning back, she locked eyes with Gisele. Who raised her brow and smirked, clearly knowing the girls’ feelings.

When they both confessed:

The heist was over, and now in front of them was a huge, scratched vault being hacked by Tej.

“Y/n” Han mumbled looking at the girl sitting beside him, she turned to him with a small “Hm?”

Han sucked in a breath before speaking again, “I love you.”

She laughed quietly, “So you know? I don’t like being mocked.”

Han froze, his brows furrowing in confusion, “I’m serious, I love you. No jokes or mockery.” He gripped her hand pulling it from her lap and into his own.

Y/n froze, “Your serious?” she muttered in a small voice.

Han nodded placing a warm hand on her cheek, he pulled her in gently, pressing his warm plump lips against hers. She leaned in gently, pushing her body into his. Their lips moved in sync, flesh meeting flesh, love entwining with love. Claps surround them and a defeated groan form roman, y/n pulled back slightly licking her lips and taking deep breaths.

“Marry me” Han muttered, leaning in for another kiss, she smiled kissing him again and entangling her hands in his dark hair.

“ok” she mumbled, Han pulled her into his lap, his lips desperately fighting with her.

“OKAY OKAY.” Roman yelled a frown on his face, “You don’t have to rub it in man.”

Han chuckled, his arms wrapping around y/ns waist.

Tej turned back to the vault placing the plastic on the handprint and then his own hand, a click filled the room, as Tej removed his hand.

Y/n sucked in her breath, hand intertwined with Han’s, Tej grabbed the handle pulling on the door, he opened his watching as money fell out onto the concrete floor, a smile grew on y/n’s face as she looked back at Han.

His eyes were already on her, a huge smile on his face, as he connected their lips again. She kissed him back, lips moving in passionate desperation.

a/n: maybe ill decide to write the wedding and yes he would be so serious he did not care how you got married he just wanted to marry you.

[ruinedchildhood]

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DATING HAN LUE HEADCANONS

pairing: han lue x reader

word count: ~2k

warnings: 18+, no smut perse but mentions of it, language, not much really, this is pretty tame

a/n: hello there! it's been a while since i've written for this lovely man but i recently found this on my notes and figured it's a good time to finish it. this was a request i got a while ago, it was by an anon so anon if you see this, i got you!!

the request only asked for dating headcanons so there's not much plot in here unlike the waitress one.

i feel really bad cause i got my han girlies on my inbox asking for more han content and i've been jumping from fandom to fandom. i just need the last movie to come out to fuel the love i have for han.

enjoy <3

Han is a man who prefers long term relationships. Amongst a life full of chaos he relishes on those relationships he can lean back and find calm and comfort, someone he can rely on.

Doesn’t mean Han's not into hook ups though. Whenever he’s single he’ll have his fair share of one nights stands. At the end of the day he's a man with needs, especially since he loves putting his life on the line.

Han he keeps people in boxes: friends, off limits, hookups, and relationship material. Of course there’s also that box with bright red letters that spell TOXIC. Most people in that box are one night stands that thought they stood a chance after a hookup and became a little unhinged.

Whenever Han finds that person that is relationship material he doesn’t let them go. He’ll pursue them in his cool and nonchalant way. He’ll compliment them so smoothly they won’t notice until much later.

Han will invite you out to do random stuff, wording it as 'errands' and it’s only in the middle of it that you realize it’s a date. Lunch followed by a scenic walk in a park in Tokyo and then dessert? Definitely a date. It’s perfect because it takes those first date jitters out of the way.

You fall in love with him way too quickly and Han knows when you do. It's your own fault because once you realize you're head over heels you become this mumbling, blushing mess.

It was a smooth transition from friends to dating to being in a relationship and it's all because of Han. He's great at reading people and it helped him ease your nerves and figure out how you were feeling with every outing.

With entering a new relationship there's a period of getting to know the other person. Han is an open book, he doesn't see the point of hiding anything with the girl that might be his future. You either accept him as he is now or you don't and that's the end. He has nothing to hide although he tiptoes around his late teens.

When Han tells you of his life as a fugitive you don't believe him. You laugh in his face. Like, “Yeah, sure. You pulled off a heist in Brazil and stole from the richest mafia man with your posey of misfits. Hilarious.” Han shrugs and moves on.

You could've googled it but you don't. You just think Han had a rough upbringing he doesn’t like to talk about. Which is partly true but not the case. It comes to bite you in the ass afterwards.

Moving on, Han is not a fan of pecks on the lips. If it’s not a kiss that lasts more than 5 seconds don’t fucking bother. He’s an all or nothing kinda man, you know?

I mean it’s not like Han will fight you if you do but it's visible how he's left wanting more. You’ve learned your lesson the hard way. You’re in a rush and to say goodbye you quickly peck him on the lips and then Han will pull you back in and plant a good kiss in, successfully making you even more late.

That being said Han adores kisses on the forehead or temple or back of the head. Han will randomly walk up to you while you do chores around the apartment and press a kiss to the back your head with his hands on your hips. Then he’ll walk off like nothing happened, leaving you all ☺️☺️.

Dating Han includes spending nightfall in each others arms. Resting in the increasingly comfortable sofa and raking your fingers through his hair, coaxing him to stay in.

"Do you have to go out, Hannie?" You whisper, scratching on his scalp making him shudder.

"I told them I'd be there." Han's response is muffled as he gets more comfortable, his face pressed against your breasts.

"But do you have to?" You insist as your other hand goes to scratch his back.

"I guess I can stay in and see them tomorrow night," Han sighs as he relaxes even more against you. He's far too comfortable and this cuddling will soon evolve into something much more exciting by the way you're hanging on to him.

For a time there Han pauses his life for you. He stops going to the races and ignores the calls of the Toretto crew to nurture your growing relationship.

By pausing Han completely ignores that other part of his life leading the Toretto gang to come to Tokyo. It’s not like Han meant to ignore them he was just enjoying his time with you so much that he didn’t realize how much time had gone. We’ll get into that later.

Han is not one to argue a lot. If you’re annoyed at him for one reason or another he’ll take it and try to distract you. Whether it’s by calling you a sweet nickname or holding you or kissing you.

But if it’s about something that puts you at risk Han will put his foot down. You went out with your friends late at night and walked home alone? Unacceptable. Do you know how many sickos are out there? That's when real arguments form because you can be so stubborn and independent. You can handle yourself. Han trusts you fully, it's the outside world he doesn't trust.

If you prioritize your job instead of your well being? Nope. Han will have to step in. Hell you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. He has enough money for the two of you. The idea of being taken care of like that is so tempting but you do like having your own life and money.

Sleepy, morning ‘I love you’s.’ That’s when he says those three words the most. You typically wake up before him so you’ll play with his hair and trace your fingertips on his back to softly wake him up.

It's mid morning and you've just woken up. You turn in bed to find Han sleeping on his stomach, his long hair covering his eyes and tickling his cheeks.

You brush the hair away from Han's face, tracing your fingertips over his face to softly wake him. You'd typically let him sleep in more but you had plans for the day and he insisted in driving you around.

He starts to stir and softly groans. Your hands go to his naked back, because he loves when you do that. "Good morning, handsome."

"Morning," he says, opening his eyes and looking at you. His voice deeper and rougher than normal. He clears his throat and pull you to him, kissing your head and muttering an, "I love you."

"I love you, more," you say, kissing his chest before wiggling out of his arms, "Time to get up, you promised me to take me to brunch before going to the grocery store."

Han will absolutely let you drive his precious car. Whenever you want to for as long as you want to. Doesn’t matter if you scratch it or pop a tire. He can fix his car no problem. As long as you're safe he's all in for it.

Will silently get off on you driving fast and changing the gears of the car expertly. At that moment Han is a spectator and you're the show. He understands all the other girls he's either been with or hooked up with and how they got turned on at him driving.

Driving a fast car is sexy.

Han is the kinkiest yet softest lover ever. He will try anything at least once but is not into the harsher parts of BDSM. Spanking and bondage is okay he sees the appeal and he likes it but not the crazy parts of it. Han's favorite position is when you ride him. Not reverse cowgirl though because he likes seeing your face and your chest bouncing. He loves your expressions and hearing the curses that slip from your lips.

Han is a slut for long, messy make out sessions. The one's that start slow and then build up. His tongue in your mouth or his in yours he doesn't have a preference. Your hands in his hair, pulling on it. Wandering hands but not going anywhere. The ones where when he pulls away there's a string of saliva between you two.

I'm sorry but Han is a handsy man. In public he'll hold back so he'll keep a hand on your hips or waist, an arm around your shoulder is more common though. If he's being cheeky he'll grab your ass in public. In private though? Oh, hands always on you. Hand on your ass, hand on your tit, on your thigh, always a hand on you.

Han loves to buy you clothes and lingerie. He takes note on what clothes you like and will buy you a bunch of those but will also buy you clothes he would go crazy seeing you wear. He will demand you model them for him.

Clothes like a little black dress, four or five inch, expensive, high heels, lacy lingerie sets. You will model them but then you'll end up in his bed, clothes still on.

Han is quiet in public but in private, with you? That man loves to yap, especially when you get him to talk about things he's extremely passionate about. It's hard to get him to shut up.

Han won't succumb to his friends teasing him about the fact that his whipped, or a simp, oor any nonsense like that. He has you and he loves you. There's nothing to be ashamed of.

The day Domenic Toretto knocks on your shared home is the day you're thrown for a spin.

Han is right behind you greeting one of his closest friends. He introduces you two happily, urging Dom to come in and take a seat.

You stay right besides Han in the couch across from the big man. You've heard a lot about Dom and it's all been great things. You're just shocked at the surprise visit.

They make small talk until Dom says, "We need your help, Han."

"Anything, Dom."

When Dom leaves you're too quiet. Han approaches you, giving you a look, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? This man just came here to ask for your help in a secret mission to take down this dangerous mercenary. How do you think I feel?" You exclaim overwhelmed at what was discussed.

"You sound very surprised. I told you about Brazil and my past," Han cocks his head curiously.

"I didn't think it was real, Hannie!" You yell, "I thought you had a rough upbringing and this was your way to joke and cover it up."

"I'm sorry," Han apologizes, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Are you really doing this?" You ask, scared of what might happen now.

"I have to. They need my help," Han responds, cupping your face in his hands. There are tears in your eyes, afraid of the new reality. Gone are the days of ignorant bliss.

"What about me?" The question was heavy and loaded. You only asked one question but there were hundreds in disguise.

"I'll be back in no time. You will stay here and stay safe, alright?"

Han left early the next morning. He woke you up with a hand on your cheek and another in your back. Han gave you a long, sweet kiss and whispered 'I love you.'

You were left at home with all this new information, your computer to google Brazil, and time.

ta-daaaa. i hope you guys enjoyed this. i know it's not a lot but i feel like i would be repeating myself since dating han headcanons is very much like the waitress headcanons, except without a plot.

i'm trying to get back into writing for han it's just a little hard since i feel like all my fictional crushes are pulling me apart, begging for my attention. my love for han is always there it's just not string enough to make me sit and write a lot. it's why i need this movie to come out asap.

you guys have been so patient so thank you for that. in any case i hope you like or enjoy some of my other work while i try and bring back han <3

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to race for respect | l. know/minho ✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

pairing: drift king lee know! x han lue's younger sister oc!

warnings (not really): slight suggestive scenes, curse words, street racing, drifting, bad grammar (i think).

a/n: oc's name is shego lue and she's a racer too, is mentioned that minho is half japanese and a sukeban's son, han's referred as hannie by shego, han likes to call shego, go-go.

btw lino's header credits to @hyunminsunger on Tumblr

originally posted on @feliciasharpclaws

During the time Han had became business partners with DK and started going to the car meetings, he never expected to see his baby sister Shego being whispered on her ear and tightly hugged on the waist by Hirai Yuka's son, Lee Minho on a dim corner of the parking lot after winning a purple 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV. Yes, he was aware that his sister was in Japan, after all he had seen her leaving Sean's school with Lee one day on a blue 1996 Nissan Skyline GT-R R33.

The truth was that Han never expected Shego to be that close with Lee Minho or DK Lee Know as people in Minato called him, he knew that his mother Hirai Yuka used to be a sukeban on her teenage years to later get married with a korean financial advisor. So why they were secretly clingy towards eachother only made him more curious, with slow movements he stopped leaning on his car and carefully approached the young adults in the corner.

Lee's back now was facing to him, his right hand was set on the concrete wall and his dominant hand was covering Shegos's cheek and part of her jaw, the sound of slow making out filled Han's ears making him clear his throat and the younger's to separate.

“It's nice to see that you haven't lost your touch Go-Go” Han's usual lazy tone filled Shegos and Minho's ears. Slowly her left hand slipped out of her boy's neck while the other one patted his chest to come out of the darkness.

“And it's nice to finally see you Hannie” Shego's silky voice reached his ears making him smile softly. “I thought I had to go to your garage for you."

Han chuckled, his gaze flicking between Shego and Minho. "You know where to find me, little sister. But it seems like you've found some other... distractions here in Tokyo."

Minho stepped forward, his stance protective yet respectful. "Han, I didn't expected to see you here tonight." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension, unsure of how Han would react to the situation.

Shego rolled her eyes playfully, trying to ease the tension. "Come on, Hannie, you knew I'd make friends here. Minho's been showing me around since I arrived. He's actually quite the gentleman when he's not racing."

Han raised a corner of his lips, his curiosity piqued. "And here I thought you'd stick to your books, Go-Go. Isn't that why you were sent here?."

Shego smirked. "There's more to life than just books, Han. Besides, Minho here has been teaching me a few more things about cars. Turns out, I do have a knack for it."

Minho nodded, adding, "She's a quick learner. Not only that, she's really got some natural talent behind the wheel."

Han looked at the purple Supra, then back at the duo. "I know, I taught her how to drive. Speaking of talent, whose car is this?"

"Mine," Minho answered with a hint of pride. "Won it tonight. Thought it might look good next to my GT-R."

Han walked over to the car, running his hand along the smooth bodywork. "Nice choice. Seems like you've both joined forces on car racing, huh?" Suggestion slipped in his voice

Shego stepped closer to Han, her voice softening. "Don't worry. I'm safe here. Minho takes care of me, you know I'm learning, growing."

Han gave a slow nod, understanding the unspoken message. "Just make sure you keep your head in the game. Both of you." His eyes met Minho's, a silent agreement passing between them.

Minho nodded, acknowledging the responsibility. "I will, Han. You have my word."

The tension eased as Han leaned back against his car with a lighter vibe. "Well then, I guess we should celebrate your new ride, Minho. And Shego, you owe me a race to see what you've learned.

Shego laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Challenge accepted, Hannie. But let's make it interesting. If we win would you let Minho officially date me?"

Han smirked. "Sure, why not. You're on, Go-Go. But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my sister."

The air was thick with anticipation as Han, Shego, and Minho prepared for the race. The makeshift track was the old runway at Haneda, long and straight with a few sharp turns that would test their skill and strategy.

The cars lined up, headlights piercing the night. Han’s black Evo IX sat sleek and menacing, its turbocharged engine purring with potential. Next to it, Minho's newly won purple Supra MK IV had a reputation for speed but was less known for its handling. Shego, now behind the wheel of the Supra, felt the power beneath her hands, her nerves tingling with excitement.

Han gave a nod to Shego, his eyes conveying both challenge and pride. "Remember, Go-Go, it's not just about speed. You've got to feel the road."

Shego smirked back, her confidence bolstered by her brother's words. "Don't worry, Hannie. I've been paying attention."

Minho, standing beside Shego, patted the hood of the car. "This baby's got some tricks up its sleeve. We'll show you."

A little crowd who had gathered around counted down, the tension palpable. "Three... Two... One... GO!"

Tires screeched as all three cars launched forward, the sound echoing across the empty runway.

Han took an early lead, his Evo's all-wheel drive giving him superior traction. He used this to his advantage, pulling a quick slingshot maneuver to get ahead. His driving was smooth, each shift and drift a calculated move.

Shego, however, wasn't far behind. She leaned into the first turn, feeling the car's weight transfer. Minho had shown her how to use the Supra's weight distribution to her advantage, teaching her to initiate a drift by slightly letting off the throttle at the apex of the turn, then counter-steering to control the slide. She executed this perfectly, the car's taillights forming a wide arc of light as she kept the momentum going, closing in on Han.

Minho's voice was heard from the passenger seat, calm and instructional. "Use the handbrake for a tighter turn. It'll unsettle the rear, but we can control it."

Shego nodded, as they approached a sharper bend, she gently pulled the handbrake, feeling the back end begin to slide. She counter-steered, her hands dancing over the wheel, keeping the car's nose pointed where she wanted it to go. The technique shaved off precious seconds, allowing her to nip at Han's heels.

Han chuckled over a little radio Minho had given him, "Nice move, Go-Go. But let's see you handle this."

He feigned a wide drift into the next turn, making it look like he was losing control. Shego, expecting an opening, committed to overtaking on the inside. But at the last second, Han tightened his line, his car's turbo kicking in, propelling him forward with a burst of speed.

"Oldest trick in the book," Han muttered to himself, grinning.

Minho, anticipating Han's strategy, instructed Shego, "Draft off him! Use his slipstream."

Shego caught up, tucking in close behind Han's Evo. The aerodynamic pull helped her close the gap. As they approached the final stretch, where precision would count more than power, Minho's voice was calm, "Now, let's show him the Supra's real power. Shift down, then floor it at the exit of this turn."

Shego followed his advice, downshifting just before the turn, then as she powered out, she floored the accelerator. The turbo lag was minimal thanks to the car's tuning, and she felt the surge of power, the car rocketing forward.

The finish line was in sight, and it was neck and neck. Han, knowing he couldn't outrun the Supra on the straight, attempted to block Shego's path. But she was ready, braking later into the last corner, cutting inside with a precision that made her brother proud.

They crossed the line together, but the crowd's roar suggested Shego had edged out Han by a hair's breadth.

Pulling over, the engines quieted, and Han laughed, shaking his head as he got out of his car. "I guess I owe you more than dinner now, huh?"

Shego hopped out, her face alight with victory and adrenaline. "Looks like I've got myself a boyfriend, thanks to you, Hannie."

Minho joined them, his hand finding Shego's, a look of genuine pride in his eyes. "And you've got yourself one hell of a racer, Han."

Han looked at them, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. "Seems I do. But you won't win the next time Go-Go."

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Han Lue (Fast & Furious)

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Bro upgraded from RX-7 to Ghast horsepower.