PAIRING: racer!ej, x f!reader
SUMMARY: you meet ej at a car meet, his black mercedes catching your eye as much as he does. you guys then make a daring bet if you win, you get his car, if he wins, he gets you. as the the night goes on the tension between you two is impossible to ignore.
CONTAINS: smut, public sex, car sex, unprotected sex, choking, riding, dirty talk.
the engines were already roaring by the time you stepped onto the concrete, the lot buzzing like it had a pulse of its own. floodlights hummed overhead, washing everything in pale yellow. smoke drifted through the air, mixing with the heavy beat of hip hop shaking from someone’s open trunk. people leaned against cars, talked in groups, people were smoking, drinking, racing, everything you needed to get away.
you had snuck in with your friends, the night air brushing cool against your skin. your pink toyota supra gr mk5 rolled to a stop, the kirby decal catching the lights just right. a few people pointed, some nodded, a couple smiled. it wasn’t the loudest car here, but it had personality and it made you feel bold.
your eyes then landed on a black mercedes amg across the lot. glossy, clean, sexy af…. it practically glowed under the lights.
that’s when you saw him. leaning against the hood like he was part of the car itself.
tall. brown hair under a black beanie. black glasses. wearing an all black outfit with a silver belt that drew your eye for a second. he carried himself with that confidence that basically said he didn’t need to impress anyone. his smirk deepened the moment he spotted you stepping out of your supra.
his gaze stuck to you as you walked over. you tried to keep your cool but of course you were freaking out on the inside…this man was hot. “nice ride” you said, nodding at the mercedes without looking directly at him.
he let out a soft, amused laugh. “thanks… had her for a hot minute ” he said, pushing off the hood. as he closed the distance, smelling like clean cologne, a little light, not too much. “you here to admire… or you race?”
you finally met his eyes. “a bit of both…name’s y/n.”
“im ej.” he took your hand, firm and steady, his thumb brushing over your hand before he let go. “so you race?”
“sometimes….” you knew he could tell you were stretching the truth. the slight squint of his eyes made you want to prove yourself anyway.
the flirting came easy, little jabs, lingering looks. he called your supra cute, you called his mercedes a pretty boy toy. he laughed, shaking his head like no one had talked to him that way before.
then he gestured toward the open strip of asphalt. “wanna find out if you’re actually fast, or just talk?” he said. “loser owes the winner whatever they want”
your heart had jumped, but you didn’t hesitate. “fine, if i win, i get your sexy ass mercedes”
his grin grew slow as he ran a hand through his hair. “okay… and if i win, i get you”
the words settled deep. the way he looked at you made the meaning very clear. you nodded, pulse racing as the crowd stirred, watching.
you both headed to your cars, doors slamming shut almost in sync.
once the countdown was over the flag dropped, tired screeching as you launched forward. adrenaline surged through you, the world blurring into streaks of light. ej’s car was a monster. it was quicker. hugging the track. you pushed hard, determined to win…although you didn’t mind if you didn’t. as you shifted the gears frantically, he had already pulled ahead crossing the line by a solid length. you had lost.
you had pulled over, engine ticking as it cooled. he sauntered over, victory etched on his face.. “looks like i won…” he smirked as the crowd dispersed seeing everyone either driving off in their cars or walking away from the abandoned lot. you had stepped out of your car rolling your eyes. making him laugh “come on..” he said as he led you to his mercedes, the door clicking open with a soft beep. he slid in the passenger seat and murmured “get in” and you listened. setting onto his lap. the leather was warm, the tinted windows shielding you from any prying eyes.
“wait…here?” you breathed, staring down at him realizing how good looking he was up close. you slowly started grinding against him “right here..you lost fair and square sweetheart” his hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. your panties brushing his crotch area due to your skirt. he then unzipped and unbuttoned his pants lifting up a little bit to slide his pants and underwear down. his cock sprang free hitting your clothed pussy, which was already soaking through your underwear. ej’s fingers hooked the side of your underwear pulling them to the side. “fuck you’re so wet” he whispered.
you smirked before sinking down, a sharp gasp escaping as he filled you completely, stretching you out. “shit you’re so tight” he groaned, hands roaming up your sides to cup your breasts through your top. you started to move, rolling your hips in a slow grind, the car dipping slightly with the motion. ej’s eyes darkened, one hand sliding to your throat, fingers wrapping around it with deliberate pressure. “show me that i won y/n”
the choke was firm, restricting your breath just enough to make stars dance in your vision, heightening every slide of his shaft against your inner walls. you bounced harder, the leather creaking, as your clit grinding against his base with each drop. “so fucking fine” he said as his thumb stroked the pulse point on your neck. “fuck you’re so p-perfect”
his dirty words fueled you, pussy clenching as you picked up the pace, the windows fogging from your shared heat. he thrusted up meeting your rhythm, his free hand spanking your ass lightly before gripping it to pull you down harder. “you feel that? how wet you are for me? bet you wanted to lose all along”
the pressure on your throat tightened, then eased in pulses, syncing with your bounces. you moaned, the lack of air amplifying the coil in your belly, every nerve alight. “cum for me baby..” he moaned out, panting heavily “take my fucking cum”
that was all you needed to hear and your walls fluttered around him as your orgasm ripped through you, cries muffled by his hold. he didn't let up, slamming up once, then twice, before filling you with his cum, his grip unyielding until he was spent.
panting, he released your throat, rubbing the marks gently as you slumped against him. “told you i’d win”
dededos
kianamaiart
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baratheonpilled
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