BURNOUT HAZE ✦ YU JIMIN
── .✦ In the haze of the illegal racing scene, speed isn’t your only addiction. Karina, your rival’s girlfriend, is a temptation you can’t stop chasing, and once you have her, there’s no slowing down.
┃ pairing: dom? Karina x racer! g!p reader
── .✦ smut18+, unprotected sex, g!p reader, illegal street racing, cheating hehe, mention of cigarettes n alcohol A LOT, semi-pub sex (car sex), lmk if there’s more.
┃ w.c: 4k+
🪶 ᯓ it’s been so long ik, I’m sorry 😔 (dw I’m working on yizhuo fic hehe)
The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline clung to the night air like a curse.
Under the buzzing neon of a half-dead sign, engines screamed in the distance, a warning to anyone who didn’t belong here.
You leaned against the hood of your matte-black F-Type, cigarette dangling from your lips, eyes scanning the crowd. The underground racing scene wasn’t just about speed, it was about dominance. Your name had weight here. People either stayed out of your way… or ended up watching your taillights fade into the night.
A bottle of whiskey passed between greasy hands a few feet away, laughter mixing with the low hum of engines idling. You took another drag, letting the smoke burn down your throat, and flicked the ash onto the cracked pavement.
That’s when you saw him, Jeno.
Your rival.
Smirking as if he already owned the race that hadn’t even started.
And on his arm… Karina.
She looked out of place here, in her sleek leather jacket and dark lipstick, hair spilling over her shoulders like something painted under streetlight glow. Her eyes swept the lot like she was bored, until they landed on you.
It was only a second.
A slow glance up and down.
A subtle curve of her lips that didn’t match the tight grip Jeno had on her waist.
You pulled the cigarette from your mouth and exhaled slow, eyes locked on hers until she looked away. Something in her glance wasn’t just curiosity. It was challenge.
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Engines roared as the racers lined up. The crowd swelled toward the street, flashing bills, placing bets. Jeno strutted to his car, a heavily tuned Supra, while you slid into your F-Type, hands wrapping around the worn steering wheel. The smell of fuel filled your lungs like adrenaline.
Karina stayed beside him, but her gaze kept flicking back to your car. Even when Jeno leaned down to whisper something in her ear, she didn’t stop looking.
It made your grip on the shifter tighten.
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The flag dropped.
Tires screamed. The city blurred into streaks of red and yellow as you tore through narrow streets, the wind clawing at your hair. Jeno was aggressive, cutting corners too close, trying to force you wide, but you’d danced with death on these roads too many times. You slipped past him on a sharp right, the sound of his engine snarling behind you.
Crowds on sidewalks blurred past. Streetlights flashed like camera shutters. Your pulse hammered with the same rhythm as the RPMs screaming toward redline.
Final stretch.
You felt him on your tail, desperate.
You didn’t brake until the very last second.
You crossed first.
By inches.
The crowd exploded.
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When you stepped out, heart still pounding, Jeno was cursing under his breath. Karina stood behind him, one eyebrow raised like she’d expected this all along.
You lit another cigarette, blowing the smoke toward the cold night air.
Her eyes caught yours again.
And this time, she smiled, slow, deliberate, like a secret only you two shared.
You knew then, this wasn’t just rivalry anymore. This was going to get dangerous.
The lot was bleeding out into the city.
Engines revved one last time before fading down side streets, the smell of gasoline and rubber hanging heavy in the air. A couple of guys were still loitering, trading cash from bets, their voices half-slurred from cheap beer. Someone’s portable speaker rattled with bass, the sound bouncing off brick walls and graffiti-tagged fences.
You stayed where you were, one hip against the hood of your F-Type, bottle of whiskey in one hand, cigarette between your fingers. The glass was warm from your touch, the smoke curling upward in lazy ribbons.
The win had left your blood hot. That sharp, addictive high of knowing you’d left Minho choking in your exhaust. Still, you could feel a strange edge in the air, like the race had been just the opening move in a bigger game.
Footsteps approached, heels clicking against rough concrete.
You didn’t turn right away.
“Nice run out there,” a voice said, smooth, low, and laced with something you couldn’t quite name.
You turned your head.
Karina.
Gone was the passive, detached expression she’d worn at Jeno’s side earlier. Now, her gaze had a sharpness to it, like she was studying you, reading you. The leather jacket she wore hugged her in all the right places, her hair falling forward over her shoulders. The streetlight above caught on the gloss of her lips, making them look almost wet.
“Your man didn’t think so,” you said, voice dry as you took a slow drag from your cigarette.
Her lips curved slightly. “Jeno hates losing. Especially to you.” You gave a mock shrug. “I’m not losing sleep over it.”
Karina stepped closer, her hands sliding into her jacket pockets. She didn’t seem in a hurry, didn’t seem worried about being seen. “You’ve always had this thing about you,” she said. “Cocky. Untouchable.”
You let the smoke spill from your mouth in a slow stream. “Or maybe I just don’t like being stepped on.”
Her eyes flicked briefly to your lips before locking back onto your gaze. “And here I thought you thrived on trouble.”
You tilted your head toward the whiskey bottle in silent offer. She didn’t break eye contact as she reached out, fingers brushing yours when she took it. She drank without hesitation. A deep pull, the muscles in her throat flexing as the burn went down. She handed it back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You always hang around after races?” she asked. “Depends who’s worth sticking around for.”
She smirked faintly, but her voice dropped just enough to make it feel like a secret. “And tonight?”
You didn’t answer. Not verbally. You took another sip from the bottle, your silence saying enough.
Karina moved closer, leaning her hip against your car. Her hand rested on the hood, fingers tracing idle patterns into the matte paint. The sound of her nails dragging lightly over the metal was almost drowned by the bass still rumbling faintly from across the lot.
“Jeno,” she said after a moment, “thinks he owns everything he touches. Cars. People. Me.”
You took a slow drag from your cigarette, letting her words hang. “Is he wrong?”
Her gaze held yours. There was no hesitation when she said, “About some things.”
The air between you thickened. The city noise seemed to fade, leaving just the faint whistle of wind and the crackle of your cigarette’s ember. You noticed how close she was, just a few steps away, the perfume she wore cutting through the stale scent of asphalt and smoke.
You lowered your voice. “You shouldn’t be talking to me like this.” Her answer was immediate. “Maybe I like doing things I shouldn’t.”
She said it without blinking, without flinching, and it hit you low in your gut.
Karina handed the bottle back, her fingers brushing yours again, deliberate this time. Skin to skin, a warm slide that lingered a fraction longer than necessary.
It was nothing that would get either of you caught… yet it felt like the first push across an invisible line.
Her eyes dipped briefly to your mouth before lifting again. “I heard things about you,” she murmured. “The way you drive. The way you don’t stop once you want something.”
You smirked faintly. “You believe everything you hear?”
“Not everything,” she said, voice softening in a way that made your pulse pick up. “Some things I’d rather find out myself.”
For a moment, you thought she might actually step in closer, close enough for you to grab her by the jacket, to feel the curve of her body press against yours. But instead, she shifted back half a step, that sly smile never leaving her lips.
“I should go,” she said, though it didn’t sound like she wanted to. “But I’ll see you around.”
She turned, the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement fading into the night. She didn’t look back, but you swore you could still feel her gaze on you, even in the shadows.
You tipped back the last mouthful of whiskey, the burn mixing with the buzz in your chest.
You’d just beaten Jeno on the street.
But if you weren’t careful, you were about to beat him somewhere far more dangerous.
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It was well past midnight when you finally closed the garage bay door. The street outside was quiet, the thrum of the city muffled by distance. Inside, only the faint hum of the overhead light and the slow tick of your F-Type’s cooling engine kept you company. You were finishing up a tune-up, the smell of gasoline and metal heavy in the air.
You’d just reached for a cigarette when you heard it, three slow knocks on the side door.
No one from your crew knocked.
They just walked in. Which meant you already knew who it was.
When you opened it, Karina was standing there under the flickering security light. Hair loose, leather jacket unzipped to reveal a black tank that hugged her curves, dark jeans low on her hips. Her eyes swept over you, slow, like she was memorizing the sight.
“You’re hard to find alone,” she said.
You smirked. “You’re not supposed to find me at all.”
Her lips curved. “And yet… here I am.”
She stepped inside without waiting for permission. You shut the door, locking it, your chest tightening with the knowledge that if anyone saw this, you’d both be in deep shit.
Karina walked the length of the garage, fingertips trailing over toolboxes and car fenders until she reached your workbench. She leaned against it, crossing her arms, watching you like she had all the time in the world.
“You’ve been on my mind,” she said simply.
You raised a brow. “Jeno know about that?”
Her smirk sharpened. “He doesn’t need to.”
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She didn’t give you a chance to answer before closing the distance, grabbing the front of your shirt, and pulling you in. The kiss hit hard, her mouth hot and demanding, her tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your stomach clench.
You barely had time to drop your cigarette before she shoved you back against the workbench. The edge dug into you as her hands roamed. chest, waist, then lower until her palm cupped the outline in your jeans. You hissed at the contact, your hips jerking involuntarily.
“Mmh,” she hummed against your lips, her voice a low purr. “Already so hard for me.”
Her hands were quick on your belt, metal clinking in the quiet room. She tugged your jeans down just far enough for your cock to spring free, thick and heavy between you. Her gaze flicked down, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip.
“Fuck…” she breathed, wrapping her hand around you. The warmth of her grip made your breath hitch.
Karina dropped to her knees without breaking eye contact, her hands stroking you slowly before leaning in to run her tongue from base to tip. You groaned, one hand instinctively finding her hair.
She took you into her mouth, slow at first, the wet heat making your thighs tense. The soft moan she let out around you made your cock throb in her throat.
“Ah— Karina…” you gasped, your hips twitching forward.
She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing your tip. “You like that?”
You nodded, jaw tight. “Don’t stop.”
She smirked, then swallowed you again, taking you deeper this time. Her hands braced on your thighs as her head bobbed, saliva slicking your length until each pull from her lips made a wet, obscene sound. You groaned louder, your fingers tightening in her hair.
When she finally stood, your cock glistened with spit, and her lips were swollen. She kissed you again, messy, breathless before grabbing your arm and guiding you to sit on the edge of the workbench.
“Stay,” she ordered, climbing onto your lap.
You hissed when she reached between you, lining you up with her entrance. She was soaked, your tip slid easily through her folds before she sank down, inch by inch, until you were buried to the hilt.
“F-fuck,” you gasped, gripping her hips.
Karina moaned low, rolling her hips to adjust. “God… you fill me so good.”
She started moving, slow, deliberate grinds that had you gritting your teeth. Her nails scraped down your chest as she set her rhythm, the slap of skin meeting skin echoing in the garage. You let out a sharp moan each time she took you deep, the sound of her wetness mixing with the metallic creak of the bench beneath you.
“Karina—” you groaned, your head falling back.
“Yeah, say my name,” she breathed, bouncing harder now. “You sound so good when you moan for me.”
You could barely breathe, each thrust pulling another broken sound from your lips. She leaned in, kissing you between gasps, her moans mingling with yours.
“Faster— please—” you panted.
Her hips slammed against yours, the pace rough now, her body clenching around you with every movement. You cried out, the pleasure spiking until it was almost too much.
“Come for me,” she whispered against your ear. “I want to feel it.”
You groaned her name again, spilling inside her with a shudder, your hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She kept riding you through it, drawing out every last pulse until you were gasping for air.
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When she finally stilled, she leaned forward, her forehead resting against yours. “Mm,” she hummed, catching her breath. “I knew you’d sound like that.”
You smirked weakly. “You’re… dangerous.”
Her smile turned wicked. “That’s what you like about me.”
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The air at the docks was heavy with exhaust and gasoline, the kind that clung to your clothes long after you left. Engines revved in the shadows, and neon strips lit the cracked concrete in feverish colors.
You were leaning against your car, cigarette between your lips, when the crowd shifted — Jeno was walking straight toward you, Karina a few paces behind.
“Thought I’d find you here,” he said, his voice sharp and loud enough to turn heads. “Guess you don’t know when to keep your distance.”
You didn’t even blink. “Distance from what? A race?”
His smile was humorless. “Distance from what’s mine.”
Karina froze just behind him, jaw tight. She didn’t speak, didn’t try to pull him away.
You exhaled a slow stream of smoke. “You’re paranoid.”
“I’m not paranoid,” he snapped, stepping closer until his chest almost brushed yours. “I know.” His eyes burned into yours, wild, furious, like he was daring you to admit it. “She’s been acting different. Coming home late. Smelling like your cigarettes. You think I don’t notice?”
The crowd was watching now, sensing the shift from friendly rivalry to something sharper. “If you’ve got a problem,” you said quietly, “settle it on the street.”
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The race lineup was tense. Jeno’s crew stood behind him like soldiers, glaring at you. Karina stayed near the start line, arms crossed, her face unreadable. But you saw it, the tiny twitch in her fingers, the way she bit her lip when Jeno wasn’t looking.
The flag dropped.
You both launched hard, engines screaming through the night. Jeno was aggressive from the start, cutting into your lane, forcing you toward the guardrails, throwing every dirty move he could. The air reeked of burning rubber and the metallic tang of adrenaline.
At the midpoint, he leaned half out his window, shouting something you barely caught over the roar:
“I’ll kill you before I let you take her!”
Your grip tightened on the wheel. You weren’t sure if he meant on the track or off it.
The final stretch was chaos. Both of you neck-and-neck, his car veering dangerously close. At the last possible second, you cut in and took the win by half a hood length.
The crowd erupted, but Jeno didn’t stop at the line. He slammed on the brakes, threw his door open, and stalked toward you.
“You think this is over?” he growled, slamming his hand against your hood. “I’ll end you. I don’t care if it’s here or off the road.”
Karina appeared then, grabbing his arm. “Jeno—”
“Don’t,” he barked, yanking away from her touch. “You’ve already done enough.” His eyes flicked to her, and for a moment, you thought he might say it right there in front of everyone, but he didn’t.
He turned back to you, his voice low and venomous. “Watch your back.”
He stormed off, leaving Karina standing in the glare of headlights. Her eyes met yours for half a second before she turned away.
That night, your phone buzzed.
Karina: Meet me. One last time before everything blows up.
You stared at the message, pulse pounding. You didn’t know if she meant last time tonight… or last time ever.
Either way, you were already grabbing your keys.
The diner sat like a ghost in the dark, no cars, no customers, just a flickering red OPEN sign that hadn’t meant anything for years. You pulled in and cut the engine, your headlights dying to leave only moonlight and that neon glow.
Karina was leaning against her black Skyline, the shine of its body catching the faint light. Her jacket hung loose over her shoulders, unzipped to reveal the low neckline of her tank top. She looked like trouble in human form, the kind that made your pulse quicken and your body ache before she even touched you.
Her eyes swept over you as you approached, stopping at your mouth, then your hips, and finally back to your eyes. “Jeno’s losing his mind,” she murmured. “He’s asking questions, watching me. This might be the last time before he—” She stopped, like saying it out loud would make it real.
You stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her. “Then let’s make sure it’s worth the risk.”
She didn’t give you a chance to breathe.
Her mouth crashed onto yours, tasting faintly of cigarettes and something sweet. Her kiss was hot, unrestrained, her hands already gripping your hips like she couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. You felt her press forward, pushing you until your back hit the cold metal of her car.
“Get in,” she ordered, voice low, dangerous.
You slid into the passenger seat, heart racing. The moment you closed the door, she was there, climbing halfway into your lap, straddling you. Her hands cupped your face as she kissed you again, slower this time but deeper, her tongue slipping past your lips like she owned every part of you.
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Her hips rolled against you, slow at first, grinding down in a way that made you gasp into her mouth. She could feel the hard press of your cock through your jeans, the friction making her dizzy.
“Been thinking about this all week,” she breathed, kissing down your jaw to your neck. “How your length wrapped around me. How you sound when I make you come. How you beg.”
Your breath hitched as her hand slid down between your thighs, fingers brushing over you through your jeans. She smiled against your skin when she felt the heat there.
“So ready for me,” she murmured. “Take these off.”
Your hands were shaky as you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down just enough, freeing yourself. Your thick length springing free, hard and ready. She bit her lip at the sight, body already clenching in anticipation.
She guided your cock to her entrance, teasing just rubbing your tip against her folds, making you whimper.
“Beg,” she said simply.
“Please, Karina… I need to be inside you.”
That was enough. Letting you slid in slow, stretching her inch by inch until you’re buried deep. Both of you groaned — her from the stretch, you from the tight heat gripping her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” you growled, pulling back before thrusting in again, harder this time.
The cramped space of the car made every movement feel more intense, your knees bent high, your back pressed into the seat as she fucked into you. Each thrust made the suspension creak, the whole car rocking with the rhythm.
Your moans filled the small space, breath fogging up the windows. Her hips slapped against yours thighs as she ride you faster now, each thrust hitting her deep enough making her cry out.
“Say you’re mine,” she demanded, her voice rough.
“I’m yours,” you gasped.
She slammed into you harder. “Again.”
“I’m yours, Karina! I’m— oh, fuck—” Your words broke into moans as she grinds faster. You watched her, mouth open, head thrown backwards as sweat dripped down her neck. You put your fingers at her clit, circling it in time with her thrusts making her moan loudly.
The sensation built fast, heat curling in your stomach until you couldn’t hold back. “I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” she ordered, her pace unrelenting as you match her pace with her.
Your orgasm ripped through you, making your body shake under her. She clenched hard around you, dragging a guttural moan from her lips as you buried yourself deep one last time. She shuddered, milking you, her breath hot against your neck.
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For a moment, neither of you moved. The air was thick with sweat, sex, and the faint smell of leather.
Finally, she pulled back just enough to press her forehead to yours. “I’m done hiding,” she said softly. “I want you. And if Jeno can’t handle it… that’s his problem.”
You smiled, still breathless. “Guess that means I’m yours for real.”
Her lips curved into a small, almost shy smile before she kissed you again slow this time, sweet, her thumb brushing over your cheek.
When you finally climbed out of the car, her legs wobbly, you laced your fingers through hers without hesitation. Under the flickering diner sign, you both stood there like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
“Tomorrow,” she said, squeezing your hand, “and the day after that… you’re still mine.”
“Good,” you whispered. “Because I’m not letting you go.”
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The air smelled like burnt rubber and gasoline, the kind of mix that stuck to your clothes and hair long after you left the strip. You’d just parked your F-Type after the win, engine ticking as it cooled, when you spotted Karina leaning against her Skyline.
She didn’t need to wave, you were already walking over. The crowd parted for you without much thought; they knew better than to step in your way after a win.
When you reached her, you didn’t waste time with small talk. You caught her by the waist, pulling her in, and kissed her. Not sloppy, not rushed. just enough pressure to make her lips part and her body melt into yours.
When you pulled back, she was looking at you like she’d forgotten where she was. That’s when the movement caught your eye.
Jeno.
He was threading through the crowd, eyes locked on you both, his shoulders tight. You felt Karina tense, but your hand stayed firm on her hip.
He stopped just short of you. “Really?” His voice was sharp. “You think this is how it’s gonna be?”
You met his glare without flinching. “This is how it is.” His gaze flicked to Karina, but before he could get a word out, you slid your other hand up her back, keeping her close enough that she had no space to move away. She didn’t try.
You dipped your head, speaking low enough for her but not so low he couldn’t catch it. “Ignore him.”
Her breath caught. not from fear, but because you’d tilted her chin just enough to kiss her again. This time, your hand stayed on her jaw, keeping her exactly where you wanted her. The crowd noise dipped into a different kind of energy, the kind that came when people knew they were watching something they shouldn’t.
When you pulled away, you didn’t look at her — you looked at Jeno. “You get it now?”
He didn’t answer, but the way his jaw worked said enough.
You stepped aside just enough to open the passenger door of your car for Karina. “Come on.”
She slid in without a word, but the look she gave you as you rounded the hood said everything, she liked it when you didn’t give anyone else room in the conversation.
By the time you were behind the wheel, Jeno was already gone.
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THE END
