There's supposed to be a full-on character sheet with art, but I'm both busy and lazy right now. Drawing doesn't give me the same joy I get from writing, and it takes way longer too. I'll share this anyway, just for better insight.
Special thanks to the 3D Tuning site, so I can customize the cars without needing to draw them. It doesn't have the new GR86 though, so I'll have to draw that.
TAGS: NSFW, Porn With Plot but the full plot is in AO3, Explicit F/M Smut, Top M!Reader, No Use of Y/N, 2nd Person Pov, Flirting, Car Sex, Making Out, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie
SYNOPSIS: You're a delivery boy who just happens to be very good at driving. A woman driving a Dodge Challenger Hellcat challenges you to a race. You've beaten and impressed her, and she invited you to drive her car to an impromptu (not) date. She convinces you to join an underground racing crew, and you get intimate afterwards.
A/N: This is the beginning, I'll only put the smut here on tumblr. The long, elaborate version of this is in AO3. Wait till I have the time to draw my boys, then I'll post the gay smut. Anyone is welcome to read, except minors.
Word Count: 3,472
You roll onto the throttle smoothly. The Hellcat responds instantly, nose lifting just a fraction. Vera’s attention drops to your hands, the way you guide the wheel with calm confidence, fingers relaxed, precise.
“There’s a crew,” she continues. “Big money. Industrial roads. Warehouses shut down for a night, like they never existed. We join weekly events.” She grins, “I can get you in.”
“Assuming I want in,” you counter, easing around a sluggish SUV without breaking rhythm.
She laughs, short and sure. “You do.”
“I don’t have the right car,” you say. “They’d laugh at me, eat me alive.”
Vera leans closer, bracing a hand on the dashboard as the road bends. The scent of vanilla fills the cabin. “That’s the best part,” she murmurs. “You think they don’t already know about you? There’s a guy in this city driving an Avalon like it’s built for war. And soon they’ll know you can drive anything.”
Your pulse spikes as you take the turn clean, feeling the suspension load, the tires bite. The car doesn’t protest. It trusts you. She watches everything, head tilted, lips parted just enough to give her away.
“Fine,” you finally agree. “I’ll look.”
Her grin flashes, bright and dangerous. She moves her hand off the dashboard and settles it over your thigh firmly. Not exploratory… yet.
“You won’t be able to resist,” she says, voice velvety as she moves closer. Her black hair brushes your shoulder. “And when you’re out there in some borrowed hunk of steel, I’ll be watching.”
Your grip tightens on the wheel. The Hellcat surges, obedient and smooth. The space between you feels smaller, hotter, filled with engine noise and intent. Her thumb presses once, slow, through the denim.
“You nervous?” She asks, voice low. “You’re gripping like you’re holding something back.” She watches your reaction with amusement, her fingers slowly rubbing circles against your thigh.
“I grip when I’m focused,” you reply, feeding in more throttle. “Different thing,” you counter, pressing down harder on the accelerator. The Challenger surges forward, speed building in smooth increments.
Vera’s laugh is breathless as the wind rushes past. “Not just fast. You drive like you’re making love to the road.” Her fingers dig in slightly.
“Funny,” you smirk. “I was thinking the same about you.”
You continue, raising an eyebrow, “Why are you suddenly seducing me, babe? I thought you weren’t easy.”
Her hand stills, pressure increasing just enough to be felt. She turns toward you fully, studying your face like it’s a puzzle she wants to solve. “I don’t do easy,” she says. “And I don’t chase boring.”
Her fingers slide from your thigh to your wrist, resting over your pulse. She feels it jump. Her smile softens, not kinder, but more certain.
Her free hand slides up your arm, fingertips tracing the muscle beneath your shirt sleeve. “But you? You’re something different.” The car swerves slightly as she shifts. “First time I saw you, I knew you’d be trouble. And I like trouble.”
She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as the car speeds down the empty street. “Besides, you owe me a proper celebration after tonight.”
“Do I? I’m the one who won.” You laugh lightly, “and by the looks of it… I’m about to win again.”
You glance at her out of the corner of your eye. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t even pretend to be offended. Her lips quirk into a smile, hungry and sharp like the edge of a blade.
“Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?” Her hand on your arm tightens for a moment before sliding down, fingertips tracing the contour of your bicep. “You’re not scared, are you?” she murmurs. The challenge in her words is playful. “Of a little competition? A little heat?”
“You’re gonna get us into an accident if you keep this up.” You drive slower now. Your fingers tighten around the steering wheel as her hand slides from your bicep to your wrist, her thumb brushing the pulse point. Her grip is firm. The way she watches you is knowing, like she’s already read your reaction in the way your breath catches.
“You wanna take this somewhere quiet?” Vera murmurs, leaning in until her lips are nearly brushing the shell of your ear. “Or you gonna keep pretending you don’t want to see what happens next?”
The city rushes past the windows, a blur of neon and streetlights and distant sirens.
“Fuck…” You breathe out, eyes scanning everywhere to find a private area where you can park. “You keep that up, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
Her smile widens, clearly satisfied. “Good.”
You swerve into a side street lined with shuttered businesses and abandoned lots, the Challenger settling into the darkness between two streetlights. The engine idles, a low, constant growl beneath the seat.
Vera doesn’t wait.
The moment you shift the gear to park, Vera moves fast and unhesitating. Her hands find your face before you can even turn fully toward her, pulling you into a kiss that tastes like adrenaline and something sweet, like the gum she chewed earlier. Her fingers dig into your jaw, nails just sharp enough to tease as her body presses into yours, she’s half-sprawled across the center console.
You groan against her mouth, hands sliding from the steering wheel to tangle up in her hair, pulling her closer. Her hands still frame your face, fingers flexing against your skin like she’s holding you in place, as if she expects you to pull away. You don’t, of course.
The kiss deepens, your tongue brushing against her lips. Her mouth opens for you without thought, and the contact sends electricity down your spine. You didn’t expect your typical Tuesday night to turn into this, not that you’re complaining.
Your free hand cuts the engine and you reach for the button to move the driver’s seat back, giving you more space, so you can pull her onto your lap. She straddles you without hesitation, her knees settling on either side of your hips as she grips the back of the seat for balance. The denim of her own jeans rubs against your thighs as she grinds down. The heat between you two is already intense, even through the layers of fabric.
The kiss turns ravenous, teeth scraping and tongues tangling as you both pull and push at each other, hands exploring with equal parts roughness and hunger. Vera grinds down against you, her body molding to yours in the narrow space of the car. Her nails dig into your scalp, drawing a low groan from your throat. She’s not playing anymore, this is pure need, and she’s not even trying to hide it.
“Fuck,” you mutter against her skin as you kiss down her neck, your hands sliding down her back to grip her ass and pull her flush against you.
She smiles slyly, biting her lip and keeping eye contact as she removes her leather jacket, throwing it to the passenger seat. The fabric of her tank top and bra does nothing to hide the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the hard points of her nipples already pressing through the materials.
You don’t know much about her yet, but you don’t care right now. The feel of her body against yours is all that matters. You doubt this will be a one-night stand.
Her hands slide under your shirt, nails scraping lightly over your skin as she maps the contours of your chest and abdomen. She pulls back just enough to watch your face as she grinds down harder, her breath coming in little gasps that tell you she’s just as turned on as you are.
“Admit that you want this,” she murmurs, her voice rough with need. “Admit that you’ve been thinking about this since the moment I challenged you to that race.”
Your hands tighten on her hips, fingers pressing into the denim of her jeans. “I do want this.”
“But are you really giving yourself up to me like this, like we haven’t just met hours ago?” You smirk, you just can’t help but tease her as you trail kisses on her throat.
She bites her bottom lip, blue eyes flashing with the combination of amusement and lust as she moves her hips in slow circles against you.
“Hours ago, you were some delivery boy in a shitty Toyota.” Her hands slide up your chest to grip your shoulders, nails digging in just enough to make her point. “Now you’re the guy who just owned the streets of in a fucking Avalon.”
The corner of her mouth curves into a smile as she continues. “And maybe I just like the way you handle yourself under pressure.”
She nuzzles the side of your face. “Maybe I like the way your hands work the wheel.”
She leans closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “Or maybe I just like the way you look when you’re driving my car.”
Her words send a pulse of heat through you, making your grip on her hips tighten reflexively. The leather of the driver’s seat feels warm under your body, the heat from the engine still lingering in the car’s interior.
Vera’s tank top has ridden up, exposing a sliver of slim stomach, the smooth skin inviting your touch. You trail one hand up her side, fingers brushing the underside of her breast as she arches into you.
“Maybe you just like the way I do things in general,” you murmur in her ear, dragging your thumb along the curve of her waist.
She lets out a soft laugh, breathless and amused. “Oh, I definitely love that.”
She shifts her weight, rolling her hips against yours in slow, teasing circles as her fingers work at the hem of your shirt. The material pulls tight across your chest as she yanks it up. You lift your arms without hesitation, letting her peel the shirt off over your head. The cool night air kisses your skin, but the way she’s looking at you intently makes you burn all the same. She tosses your shirt onto the dashboard before moving back just enough to tug her tank top over her head.
She makes a show out of it, maintaining eye contact with you. She lifts her arms, pulling the white tank top over her head, purposefully slow and teasing. The fabric drags against her skin, and the bra follows right after. In the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the car windows, her naked pale skin seems almost luminous. She’s not shy at all.
She leans down, her teeth grazing your collarbone before she licks a stripe up to your neck. Your breath catches as her teeth scrape lightly against your skin, the sharp edges sending a jolt straight down your body. The damp heat of her tongue follows, dragging across your pulse point before she nips at the tendon in your neck. Her fingers explore your exposed skin as she presses closer, her skin flush against yours.
Your hands find her hips again, fingers pressing into the softness of her flesh as you guide her movements. Her covered thighs squeeze against yours in the narrow space, the heat between her legs pressing unmistakably against the growing hardness in your jeans.
You help her take the rest of her clothes off, struggling in the enclosed space of the car, but you manage, and now she’s completely naked on your lap. The car’s interior feels smaller now, warmer, as if the air itself has condensed around the two of you. The flickering streetlights outside cast a dim, rhythmic pulse through the windshield, washing over Vera’s pale skin.
Her head tilts back, exposing the pale column of her throat, and you take full advantage, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin while your hands explore her body, running at along every curve. Her nails dig into your shoulders, her breath coming in short, panting gasps.
“Ah, mhm…” She gasps, face flushed red as she presses herself against you. “You really know how to drive a girl crazy, don’t you?”
You smile against her neck, one hand sliding up to squeeze her breast. “I could say the same about you, sweetheart. You’re about to ride me harder than you rode this Hellcat.”
A grin spreads across her face at your words, her fingers tightening in your hair before she kisses you again, moaning into your mouth.
Your hand gropes her ass before sinking lower, teasing her already wet folds before sinking two fingers in. She gasps, rocking her hips against your hand as you sink them deep. Her free hand moves between your bodies, deftly working the button and zipper of your jeans open. The cool air hits your skin as she pushes the denim aside, her fingertips trailing fire in their wake. She strokes you, spreading the bead of precum along the rest of your length.
She positions herself above you when she feels ready, one hand guiding your cock to her entrance as she slowly sinks down. Her eyelids flutter close as she takes you inch by inch. Your hands are now on her hips, steadying her. A low moan escapes her lips as she seats herself fully, her internal muscles instinctively clenching around you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, her breath hitching as she adjusts to your size.
Once you’re fully sheathed inside her, she stills for a moment, her forehead pressed against yours, hot and intimate.
Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide and almost swallowing the blue. Her hands caress your face affectionately.
Then she presses her palms against your chest, pushing you back against the seat as she begins to move. She moves slowly at first, rolling her hips in tight circles, letting you feel every squeeze as she adjusts. The heat between her thighs surrounds you, her slick walls fluttering around your shaft. Her hands brace against your shoulders as she lifts herself up, then sinks back down with a soft gasp. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass, guiding her movements as she picks up speed.
“Ahh—you feel so good,” she breathes against your ear, her breathing hot and quick. Her pace intensifies, her ass slapping lightly against your thighs as she rides you.
Your hands tighten on her hips, guiding her movements as she fucks herself on your length. The heat between her thighs envelops you, each downward thrust squeezing you tight. Her tits bounce lightly with every motion.
“Is this what you wanted?” you ask, voice rough as you grind up into her, meeting her movements.
“Mhmm…Nghh,” she moans, nodding, rolling her hips in slow circles before slamming down again. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she quickens her pace, chasing her own pleasure. The tight space of the car makes every movement more intense, her bare thighs sliding against yours, the leather seats creaking beneath you. Her hips rolling in sinuous motions. Every movement is intended to milk your cock, to make you go crazy. Her inner walls flutter around you, squeezing in rhythmic pulses that have you gritting your teeth.
“Fuck… just like that,” you groan. Her hands leave your shoulders to brace against the headrest, giving you a better view of her breasts bouncing during every movement. She watches your face, her own expression warping as her body tenses. You lean forward to capture a nipple in your mouth, sucking and biting gently. Her back arches, pushing her chest forward as a sharp cry escapes her.
The sound of her moans fills the car as you switch between her breasts, lavishing attention on each bud with equal fervor. Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as she pushes herself against your mouth. Her breathing quickens, small whimpers accompanying each motion. The stark contrast between the wet heat of your mouth and the cool night air makes her shudder.
One of your hands is gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, while the other roams around her back. She grinds down onto your cock with increasing intensity, and you meet her halfway by thrusting up, her slick walls clenching rhythmically around you.
“I-I’m gonna come… don’t stop…” she gasps, her nails scraping down your chest as she bounces harder. Her thighs tremble against yours, muscles straining as pleasure builds. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the confined space of the car.
She throws her head back with a choked moan as her orgasm crashes over her, her entire body tensing for a moment before shaking violently. Her inner walls pulse around your cock in tight, undulating waves, soaking you further as her juices gush onto your thighs. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, her nails digging crescent moons into your shoulders as she rides out the pleasure.
“C-Come inside me,” she whimpers, still rolling her hips in slow, shuddering circles. She can feel you’re close, feel how your cock throbs inside her, feel the perfect friction every time you thrust. Her skin is flushed pink all over, especially across her chest and face. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps as she looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes.
You usually wouldn’t risk it, but something about the way she looks at you tells you it’s fine. You thrust up hard, burying yourself to the hilt inside her as your hips stutter and jerk. The first hot pulses of your release fill her in thick spurts, each one dragging a guttural groan from your throat. She moans at the feeling, her inner walls still fluttering with aftershocks as she milks your cock, drawing out every last drop.
“Fuck… yes…” you mutter, hands gripping her hips as your body trembles. She’s still moving, rolling her hips in small circles to prolong the pleasure for both of you, her slickness making the movements smooth and effortless. She can feel everything, every twitch, every vein, the heat of your release, and the way you slowly soften inside her.
“Mmmh,” she hums, biting her lower lip as she watches you come down from your high. Vera admires how hot you look right now with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, your breathing uneven, and your skin flushed. She can’t help but pull you into another kiss again, savoring the taste of you.
You both stay like that for a while, enjoying the moment, making it last longer.
“Why are you randomly on birth control, babe? Unless you were looking to fuck from the start?” You finally ask after a while, smirking knowingly.
A throaty laugh escapes Vera’s lips as she slides off your lap and moves to the passenger seat. You both clean yourselves up with the wet wipes she keeps in the glove box. Her blue eyes glitter with mischief as she starts to dress up.
“Sweetheart,” she murmurs teasingly, using the same terms of endearment that you used on her. She tilts her head to the side, “In this day and age, it pays to be prepared for… unforeseen opportunities.” She looks up at you through her lashes.
You laugh genuinely at that. “… What an eventful night,” you sigh happily as you run your fingers through your sweat-slicked hair and put your shirt back on.
Vera hums in agreement, shifting just enough to get comfortable again, unapologetic in the way she settles back against the seat. “Eventful,” she repeats, amused. “That’s one word for it.” Her lips curve, satisfied, eyes half-lidded as she studies you like she’s still memorizing the shape of your face.
“You always this reckless?” you ask, glancing at her, voice lowering a bit. “Or am I just special?”
She snorts softly. “Please. If I were reckless, I’d be dead right now.” She replies as she flips hair over her shoulder. “You earned this.” Her knuckles brush your arm, light, familiar already. “Besides, I don’t invite just anyone into my car.”
You shake your head, smiling to yourself. “Guess I should feel honored.”
“You should,” she responds automatically. “Not many people impress me twice in one night.”
“You know,” she muses, eyes flickering to your fingers where they press lightly against her jeans, “you’re better than I thought you’d be. At driving. And…” She angles her face toward you, grinning crookedly. “Other things.”
“Seems like you want more,” you tease while adjusting the seat forward again.
“You really don’t hold back, do you?” she murmurs the words quietly.
The city is silent when you finally pull back onto the road, the Challenger gliding out of the shadows like nothing happened at all. The engine settles into a calm, confident purr, no rush right now, no proving anything. Just motion and the glare of distant streetlights stretching into lines of gold.
It's gotten to a point where I don't even know when I can update. I'm not even free on Sundays. So I'm giving away snippets and drafts now. I swear I'll update before May.
Anyway, enjoy the Vera content!
You finally moved to your new apartment. Vera came along to help... As moral support. Right now, she’s at the window, one arm resting on the frame as she peers down into the parking lot like it’s a live show meant just for her.
“Look at them,” she says, grinning.
You don’t even turn. “What now?”
“A random couple is making out in the parking lot.” She laughs under her breath, clearly entertained. “Damn, they’re really going at it too.”
You chuckle, shaking your head as you shove a stack of shirts into the drawer and push it closed with your hip. “Sounds like the kind of shit we do,” you mutter.
“It’s exactly the kind of shit we do,” she agrees instantly.
You finally glance over your shoulder. She hasn’t moved. Still watching like it’s premium entertainment. “You’re being creepy,” you tell her.
She gasps, “I’m the creep?” Her hand comes to her chest dramatically as she turns halfway toward you. “Not my fault, they’re doing it in public... like they want an audience.”
She turns back out and cups her hands around her mouth and yells, “GET A ROOM, YOU FREAKS!!!”
“Oh my God! Vera!” You immediately rush to pull her away from the window before the couple spots her. She’s laughing loudly while you scold her, “You’re going to give me enemies on day zero here.”
“Psshh, you’re so boring right now,” she shoots back, nodding toward the box in front of you. “Stop pretending you care about folding clothes properly.”
You scoff. “I do care. This is my home now.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she turns back to the window, leaning her shoulder against the frame. The couple is gone, probably got embarrassed, so instead she lies on your bed as if she owns it.
You go back to what you were doing. “What would you do if someone judges your body count and calls you a freak like that, huh?” You ask without looking at her.
She turns her head towards you, already grinning. “Fuck off,” she laughs, pointing at you. “My total body count is only four.” There’s no hesitation in her voice that would imply that she’s lying.
“You,” she starts, counting on her fingers, completely unashamed. “That rich guy with the Bugatti Chiron,” she lifts another finger, “a past fling that lasted longer than it should’ve, and... my first long-term boyfriend from college.”
You glance at her, then smirk slightly. “No Rigo?”
She looks at you with mock disgust. You chuckle, “I mean, you two seem to get along well, and you said you like trouble.”
“Yeah, he’s hot, got a nice body and all,” she admits. “But he’s a different kind of trouble, like he’s a legit dangerous criminal. It’s scary, and I don’t get involved with psychotic assholes like that.”
She grins devilishly, “Besides, have you seen the way he looks at Nico when he thinks there’s no one looking? Suspicious as fuck!”
“No, I didn’t notice. Because, unlike you, I’m not a creep that spies on people.”
She gives you a flat expression and flips you off with both hands.
This is a short, unpolished part of chapter 15 of RiE. My friend complained that there's too much dih and not enough kitty, so I'm writing not safe for work content AT work 'cause I like living dangerously LMAO
