ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ
synopsis: you are one of the best female racers ever, and the best racer on the nissan team, everything was regular until you got a call from your former racing coach to be an assistant chief engineer for a gran turismo program.
warnings: unprotected p in v (beg you wrap it before you fap it), soft dom! jann, spanking, accidental creampie, hand on neck action, teasing, implied freaky stuff, semi-quick burn.. ., use of [y/f/n] (your first name) and [y/l/n] (your last name).
pinterest board for visualisation
song with the fic vibe
a/n: ugh wow
you had just come off the track after a vigorous training session for upcoming races, you took off your helmet and balaclava revealing a sweaty face.
"ah, you, jack called you like an hour ago." your team leader notified you as he passed your phone over.
you called jack back and put the phone up to your ear as you walked circles around the garage that held your car.
"too busy for me now bigshot?" jack jokes.
"well yes, but what do you need? you haven't called since like, last year. you know when you signed to be a mechanic for some dick?" you quip, hand on your hip as you continue your laps.
"not funny. but yeah i need well, you. to be assistant chief engineer for me. nissan signed a program that has a goal of getting people who play a racing simulator to race actual race cars." he explains.
you choke out a laugh, expecting that to be some odd joke he expects you to follow.
"i'm not kidding." he follows up, hearing your reaction.
"jesus, i mean, you know i'll do it, but that's sort of fucked, no?" you ask out of pure concern.
"tell me about it."
so you are now here! standing amongst 10 people around your age who want to learn how to drive race cars with the minimal experience of doing it virtually. you stand tall and proud next to jack as he makes his demeaning speech. he approaches a particular towering fellow, whom jack has to make a comment to. he can't seem to keep his eyes off you, looking drastically you to and then away and biting his lip in a nervous manner. tilting your head in reaction, wondering what's his issue.
after jack walks off and the group of young women and men disperse a bit, talking about this god given opportunity, you approach the guy who you seem to have a melting effect on.
"hey, you alright?" you hum, hands behind your back and leaning towards him.
he does a double take as he takes in the fact you're speaking to him, a hesitant finger points at his chest, mumbling a little "me?".
"i'm- i'm fine. holy shit you're [y/f/n] [y/l/n]." he mutters, his eyes wide as he looks down at you, hands faltering around his face.
you giggle as you recognise that he's not experiencing a medical issue or you looked odd, but he was fangirling. "ah i see, big fan are you? get it, cause you're like, huge." you pun, shoving his arm gently in a friendly intention. he lets out a nervous, awkward laugh as he holds onto the spot you just touched.
"yes- yes, yes, yes i am, you have one of the fastest lap times in the world and, and your car is just legendary, and even after that crash you had- that speech for the victims- it's just wow-" he rambles on about you and you can't help but admire his features. hm. pretty. pretty indeed.
"i need you to breathe! god that was probably faster than my lap record. listen, i'll look out for you okay? you're sweet." you respond, giving him a soft smile, walking away to see where you'll be staying for the many nights you'll be here.
"you're- you're so much sweeter." he mumbles breathlessly as he watches you walk.
it wasn't long before you were seeing many people get dropped from the project, you were the one to give them meaningful goodbyes while jack shooed them away. you'd drive in your race car (yes its a girly pink.), following the drivers from a distance, guiding certain drivers while jack guided a certain others. the day of jann's rather problematic crash, he was obviously being guided by jack.
you take a stand in the lessons that jack teaches, when it came to him lecturing jann you couldn't help but like when jann stood up for himself. some confidence and sureness you need to do that. overall you were finding yourself wanting to be around him more. comforting him after the unfortunate crash, giving him tips on the areas he struggled on, and telling him fun race stories you experienced.
the overwhelming feeling to talk to jack about his overwhelming lecture on jack this lesson took over.
"listen, i'm going to drive the car that was used in the crash, and if those brakes are glazed you owe him an apology." you state. arms crossed and leaned against the many desks.
"i don't get why you are getting so defensive over this guy! you seriously want me to apologise? [y/n] it's too expected for these guys to make mistakes-" jack argues, standing in front of you, gesturing with his arms enthusiastically.
"if those brakes turn out to be glazed, yes you're going to apologise. if not, you can reprimand him all you want. you need to be sure about these type of things before scolding them, you out of all people should know that being told something you know is dreadful." you counter, giving him a knowing look which he sighs to in response, utter agreements under his breath.
you walk into the gym with a big grin painted onto your face, your helmet in one hand as your figure sits snug into your race suit. you go to greet jann who's working on the treadmill, making him take out an airpod. he returns your smile.
"those brakes could not be more glazed, jann." you assure, watching his face brighten.
"which means.. you'll be by my side for a bit longer now." you hum teasingly, holding his eye contact for a few minutes longer before giving him a nod and beginning your way out the gym, jann's mouth lays agape, his treadmill reaches a stop. you hear his loud cries of triumph from behind you, bringing you into a subtle pit of laughter.
not too long after you're sat in janns bed in the shared dorms, you've been resting with him since the first week he was here due to you guys staying up and talking so much, why not bring it into the bedroom? you're tucked in under the duvet, the other 3 are sleeping peacefully, you fiddle with your hands as jann leaves the bathroom, his coils wrapped in satin and baggy shorts sitting at his waist. jann wraps himself in the duvet beside you, an arm institutively wrapping around you. you cup his face in your hands, his pupils dilating in response to the physical affection.
"i see so much potential in you jann. it's unfathomable." you purr, slowly leaning your forehead onto his.
"you're perfect." he whispers, he moves his head, nudging your nose against his, he keeps nudging lower and lower until your lips are tickling each other. you're a bit taken a back by his sudden, intimate response, he seems incapable of having a conversation with you without showering you with praise.
"we should go to the bathroom." you suggest, looking into his comforting eyes that blink yes, he's on his feet in an instant, steadily guiding you into the rather large bathroom. jann leads you up against a wall slamming his lips onto yours, a large hand snaking up to your neck, a subtle grip but you for some reason cannot find any negative or aggressive intention in it. your arms rest on his shoulders, letting him take control of this moment. you can't help but lift your hips up from the wall you're leant up against, wanting more from him.
"needy girl." he mutters into your mouth.
huge, manly hands take an unholy grip on your lively hips and grinds you against his hard and even livelier cock.
"you feel it, baby? 'ts all for you." he states in your ear before nibbling at the lobe. you can't help but whine in response, sucking in air through your teeth as you try to comprehend his big package.
"you want it?" jann prompts, when you nod, he responds:
"tell me you want it." he commands, leaning his back on the sink, slightly out of breath, looking at you to impress him.
i mean, you're not the one to perform usually but, you slip off your pyjama shorts and leave your pretty, pastel panties on. your palms rest upon the cold tile of the bathroom wall, your back arched and backside wiggling subtly in the air as you push your panties to the side to show the affect jann has on you.
a faltering, subtle gasp is evoked from the 6'5 racer behind you. "i have to be dreaming." he stutters out before laying a smack on your plump ass cheek, stimulating a moan from you. "fuckin' perfect." he utters before taking out his heavy dick and laying it between your ass cheeks,
"ready princess?" he asks, a reassuring hand, the one that just slapped your backside, on your lower back.
"yes, please." you whine, wiggling your ass more, resulting in little agreements from jann. the feeling of his dick filling you up inch by inch is a significant feeling you don't plan on forgetting. your mouth is dragged open, eyes are scrunched up and you can't help but feel like your expression is matching jann's. he finds his pace almost instantly, trying to avoid making it too noisy by setting a slow, hard momentum.
"f-feel so good-, holy shi-" jann stammers, asserting a grip onto your hips as he thrusts. the bathroom fills with hesitant moans and whimpers and the smell of sex. your hips smach back at his, that and your cunt clinging to him is enough for janns eyes to roll back. his tense balls smacking against your cunt is enough to send you the signal that he's close to the edge, you've reached the point of having your hand smacked against your mouth in attempt to prevent your mewls to escape.
"f-finishing." jann warns, his thrusts stumbling and face beginning to sweat, his hands grabbing at your ass like dough. you're thinking he's alright for a few more minutes but a few seconds pass and you're being filled to the brim with his cum, relieving moans escape yours and jann's mouth, the two of you not being bothered by the potential pregnancy that might have occurred is the most concerning aspect.
"m'sorry, so sorry, i thought i could hold it-" jann stumbles, you cut him off before he can say anymore, standing up and fixing up your panties, not letting any more cum escape.
"eh, could be done by someone worse." you grin teasingly, as he chuckles awkwardly at your relaxation with what he's just done.
"alright pretty. so what, racer kids?"
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