──── the bet
summary: you bet your car in a street race with your boyfriend, not expecting him to win, and when he does? it's not your car he wants
pairing: detective!taehyung x trouble!reader (taehyung x reader)
genre: established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, fast&furious!au, street racer!au, pwp, smut
warnings: dirty talk, exhibitionism, begging, thigh riding, groping, ass squeezing, light degradation, teasing, praise, big!dick!tae, spanking, public sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dom!tae, slightl dumbification, cream pie, some aftercare
word count: 3.4k
no. there was absolutely no way in hell he'd done it. you're sure namjoon would shake his head in shame that his little sister had lost a street race to her newbie boyfriend. your cheeks heat; you'd be more ashamed if you weren't so turned on by the fact your boyfriend beat you. the only man in the world who had (other than your big brother who'd taught you everything you know about an engine).
he pulls up swiftly beside you, smirking down at your hot pink baby. his boxy grin widens, raising a smug brow at your stunned expression. "looks like you owe me something, trouble," he drawls out, swiftly hopping out and approaching you against the hood of your prized possession. your pout only makes him chuckle.
"don't give me that look, baby. a deal's a deal," he reminds you, tweaking your chin with an oddly fond expression. he jerks his chin towards your honda. you mentally berate yourself. your bright pink 2000 honda s2000 is quite literally your baby. it was a gift from your older brother for your sweet sixteen and you cherish it like it's your firstborn.
"but, taehyung!" you whine like a brat, folding your arm as your bottom lip juts out as if he's doing you an injustice. as if you hadn’t made a bet fair and square. his obsidian eyes only light up further in amusement. god, you're cute.
“‘but, taehyung,’ what?” he uncrosses his arms, caging you in against your hood. his tall, muscular frame blocks out the streetlights behind him as he towers over you easily, casting shadows over your pretty, pouty face. "you're the one who bet your car, sweet cheeks. where's all that confidence now, hm? now let me claim my prize."
just as his hand slips into your back pocket to claim the key, you squeak, “wait!”
he quirks a brow, fingers already wrapped around the key tucked deep into your back pocket. his thumb strokes the curve of your ass cheek through the thin, distressed denim of your shorts. "can't change your mind now, trouble. that’s not how street rules work." he tugs out the key, dangling it tauntingly in front of your despaired eyes. "but I'm feeling generous."
"careful," he chuckles teasingly, noticing the spark of hope that just sparked your doll eyes alight, "don't get too excited just yet, y/n. i said I'm feeling generous, not stupid." he strokes your cheekbone tenderly as he tucks the key into his pocket.
he takes a step closer, invading your personal space until his chest brushes your nipples. you feel the peaks harden with the familiar anticipation of his touch. a thrill rises in you and you clench your thighs together. you aren't exactly good at controlling yourself around taehyung. he is sex on legs after all; it's unfair for you when he parades around oozing that easygoing confidence and charming everyone in sight.
taehyung squeezes your hip possessively in one of those big, calloused hands of his. "still wanna walk away with your car, baby?" you nod eagerly, stepping back to put some distance between you but that only bends you awkwardly against the hood of your car. he watches you with dark, amused eyes - the way your thighs clench under his grip, the flush creeping up your neck because you know what's to come.
"you wanna keep your baby? then i want something in return."
his obsidian eyes, pupils blown with lust, drop to your plush bottom lip that you chew in consideration. the way you fidget tells him everything - he's got you worked up and you're already fantasising what's to come.
"here?" you question, cheeks heating at the insinuation of public sex. taehyung and you are wild ones after all, both adrenaline junkies with a love for the thrill of the rush... even if he's meant to be a law-abiding officer. he glances around the darkened street, the faint flow of streetcars casting shadows over parked cars and abandoned storefronts.
a smirk tugs at his lips as he turns back to you. "right here, right now." his hand slides from your hip to your lower back, pulling you flush against him. his perfect lips brush against your ear, breath hot and heavy as he murmurs, "wanna push you on that pretty hood, shove those cute little shorts down, and watch your pretty ass bounce for me while i fuck you so deep you forget your own name.”
you still, cheeks reddening as you imagine it. you're a goner. his teeth graze your earlobe cruelly. "your pussy's already wet just thinking about it, hm?" he asks, fingers tightening around your waist when you don't respond. "answer me when i ask you a question, trouble, i can practically smell your arousal from here. that tight little cunt is soaking through your panties, isn't it?" he presses a thigh between your legs, rubbing up against your core.
you shiver, the ache between your legs growing as you grind down on the thick meat of his clothed thigh. but then your eyes flicker up mischievously. "what panties?" you ask, batting your eyelashes as his intense gaze darkens. fuck.
"you're fucking trouble," he growls, pushing his thigh against your core more firmly. "let me rephrase that for you, baby. how bad d’ya wanna keep your car? bad enough to bend you over right here in the street? because trust me..." he leans in again to nip at your jaw. you'd never felt more alive.
his soft lips curve into a knowing smirk as he catches your reaction: your eyes a fraction wider, your pulse quickening beneath your skin, your breath hitching. he's not dumb; he's a detective. he knows you crave this: the risk, the danger, the thrill.
"you're driving just thinking about someone walking down the block and seeing your pretty ass naked against the hood of your car," he chuckles lowly into your ear, his velvety voice dropping to a ragged whisper. “bet you'd cream on my cock if someone caught us while i’m balls deep in that tight little cunt. you like risking it all, huh, trouble? dirty girl."
"there she is," he encourages with a groan, watching your hips roll shamelessly over his thigh. he grabs your ass roughly, helping you grind down harder as you whimper. "fucking look at you, baby, riding your man's leg like a bitch in heat. soakin' my jeans, babygirl. you love this, hm? being used like a street whore out in the open? yeah? use your words."
"i love it," you gasp out, head lolling forward to rest on his broad shoulder as your movements grow more frantic. “i fuckin' love it, tae.." you're soaking the denim of his jeans, completely shameless as you dry hump his thigh, chasing your high. "feels so so good... please don't stop."
taehyung stops abruptly, the smug bastard, dropping his thigh to tease you. you let out a devastated whimper, brows pulling together as your legs threaten to give out. he catches your waist before you fall down onto your car, cooing at you. he steadies your shaken form, enjoying how easily he worked you up and then ripped it away. "you looked about two seconds away from humping my leg into a coma," he teases, cupping your sex through your shorts.
your frown deepens. you'd been raised a spoiled brat by your older brother and his friends so you'd never been told no. your whines only make him smile in amusement. "whining won't get you what you want, princess," he taunts, pressing the heel of his hand firmly against your clit through the soaked fabric of your shorts, just enough to make your smaller form jolt in his arms.
he laughs deeply, spinning you around to face your car and forcefully pressing your hardened chest against the cool metal hood. "you want this dick? then earn it. ass out f'me, baby." you gasp at the sudden change in position, barely registering where you are as he yanks your shorts down in one rough motion, leaving the ruined denim pooled around your ankles. you pant, eyes wide as you look at your surroundings to see if anyone is around. you're safe for now. "look at that, trouble... drippin'."
he runs a calloused thumb through your slick folds, spreading your wetness with a sense of smug pride. his girl. he might be a cop but he's always dreamed of pinning you down on a car hood and fucking the shit out of you.
"mm, baby. this wet already? haven't even touched you properly," he muses. you hate the fact you can't see him, nothing but a glimpse of him through the dark glass of your windshield. you pause when you hear him unbuckling his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the empty street. "hands flat on the hood, trouble, and don't fuckin' move. i'll tie you up if you do." he kicks your feet apart gently, widening your stance as you squeak in surprise
"ohhh, that's my good girl," he coos as you obey his every command. "stay like that, let me enjoy my pretty view." he takes his time undressing, letting his ruined jeans and boxers fall to the ground. his thick cock slaps against his abs, already hard and leaking.
his cock is monstrous. thick and veiny, standing tall against his abs. the head is a deep purple, aching to be in your sopping cunt, and glistening with pre-cum. he's long - at least nine inches of meat - and slightly curved. you remember this from your last time together, biting down on your lip as you imagine it behind you.
you try to turn your head to get a glimpse of it, your pretty eyes wide and curious. but when you move? "ow, tae!" you squeak. he lands a sharp, stinging smack on your exposed ass, the sound echoing.
"didn't i say stay fuckin' still?" his large hand firmly presses between your delicate shoulder blades, pinning you chest-down against the cold metal hood of your car. "eyes front. don't look until i say so." he kicks you legs wider and you adore the dominant side of him. "keep that arch."
he runs his thick cock up and down your soaked slit, teasing your aching entrance but not pushing in. "you wanna see me, baby? that what you were tryna do?" he chuckles softly, slapping his heavy length against your swollen clit. "so cute. count this out loud while i slide in."
you blink slowly, barely registering what he's saying as your head spins. the thought of taking his cock out on the street like this... you're lucky it's a ghost town today. "hmm? count what?" you ask softly.
"god, you're fucking gone already," he groans, amused and turned on at your confusion. "'m gonna push my cock into your pretty pussy, baby. need you to count each inch until i'm buried. got it?" you nod with a muffled sound that he takes as a yes.
"good girl," he praises proudly, tapping your engorged clit with the head of his cock once more as he soaks himself in your wetness. "count f'me."
he starts pressing his thick head inside, stretching your entrance painfully slow. you gasp, aimlessly clawing at the hood of your car. you silently pray you don't damage the paint. your eyes instantly roll back, pussy fluttering around the massive intrusion. "one!"
"two," you pant as he guides another inch of his thick shaft into you. your pussy stretches around his girth, slick and hot. "t-three..." he holds it there, letting you adjust to the new fullness. the metal hood is cool against your hot body, naked ass raised high, completely exposed.
you tense up at the sound of a car driving by but they don't spot you in the darkness. your heart hammers, cheeks heating as you enjoy the sick thrill. "four!"
your breathing comes out in shallow gasps as he continues to shovel his cock into your hole. your cunt clenches around him, begging to take more of him inside. you whine when you feel his tip nudge your cervix, pressing against your deepest spot. “nine!” you yelp and he laughs darkly.
"that’s my perfect girl," he praises, breath hot against your ear as he buries every single thick inch inside you. "so so perfect. squeezing my cock like a fucking vice." he holds himself there, balls deep, letting you feel every vein and curve. the streetlight shines down, casting shadows over your intertwined forms.
you squirm impatiently, trying to turn around to get a glimpse of your handsome boyfriend. he grabs a fistful of your soft hair at the back of your head, keeping your cheek pressed against the cool metal hood. “patience, trouble. didn’t i say you can look when i let you?” you nod pathetically, blushing because he has you exactly where he wants you. he keeps his hips still, letting you rock back impatiently against him.
“greedy little thing,” he grumbles, watching your hips wiggle in desperation. “stay still.” he holds himself buried inside you, enjoying the way your walls flutter and contract around his thickness. when another car turns onto the street, headlights sweeping over your exposed bodies, he stills you with a heavy hand on your lower back. “do. not. move.”
you freeze, heart in your throat as the headlights pass over your forms— him buried to the hilt, you bent over the hood, completely exposed. luckily the car doesn't slow down and just keeps going. “now,” he breathes against your ear, releasing your hair and giving you permission. “look at where you're sitting, baby. on my cock. bent over in public. what would your brother think, hm?”
you moan at the shame, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him behind you. your eyes lock onto the sight of him disappearing into your pussy, balls deep, the massive length stretching your little cunt wide open. taehyung’s thick base is practically splitting you apart, your lips hugging the root tightly. your juices coat his balls, dripping down onto the hood. “see that?”
“please move!” you finally cry out, too loud for the empty street. you’re so desperate you’re reduced to begging him. “i’m going to go insane if you don’t move. please?”
"crazy?" he pulls out agonizingly slow until just the head remains inside you, making you whimper. "you want me to move, princess? say please like a good girl." he slaps his heavy balls against your clit, the sound echoing. "beg me properly while you're spread out here." he teases the entrance, refusing to give you what you need.
your nails rake at the hood as you try to regain some composure. “please! taehyung, please!” you whine, trying to wiggle your ass backwards for some friction. the words tear from your throat, desperate and humiliating. “there it is…” he coos.
"such a good fucking girl," taehyung groans, giving you what you begged for. he slams back in, hitting your cervix with a loud smack of flesh against flesh. "taking my cock so well out here."
the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echo against the empty street. he’s not gentle— each thrust drives you forward, your chest bouncing against the hood with each impact. he knows you need the thrill of someone dominant and rough, not gentle love making. "makin’ a goddamn mess of yourself, trouble." he grunts, glancing down at the puddle forming beneath you.
your eyes roll back, toes curling against the pavement. your cunt starts clenching violently around him, squeezing that thick cock like a vice. "there she is," taehyung recognises instantly, slamming into your sweet spot ruthlessly. "let it go, princess. come right fucking here on the street." he smacks your ass, driving you over the edge. "let go."
and then you shatter. your orgasm hits like a damn freight train, your body buckling against your car. your pussy clenches and clamps down on him in violent waves, milking every inch as he praises you in that sexy, deep voice of his. you’re seeing stars, overstimulated as taehyung continues to rock into you.
“where do you want me?” he growls against your ear, impatient as he threatens to blow his load at any moment. “inside, please!” you yell in your fucked out state. “‘m on the pill!” that’s all it takes for him.
suddenly, taehyung buries himself balls-deep with a raw, broken groan. thick, hot ropes of cum pulse deep inside you, flooding your pussy. his cock kicks repeatedly against your cervix, pumping you absolutely full of his load. you both tremble violently against the hood, your exposed forms lit by streetlights, completely spent. "shh, there we go..." he pants heavily, staying buried inside.
taehyung pants against the back of your neck as you both come down from the intense high. he rubs your hip affectionately, slowly pulling out with a wet pop. you whimper at the longing ache between your legs, turning to face him weakly. the two of you glance down at the mess between your shaky legs, his cum and your essence dripping down your thighs. “fuck,” he breathes out quietly, kissing your forehead.
he handles with you with utmost care for someone so large and gruff. after tucking himself back into his jeans, he tugs off his shirt to gently wipe you up. you whine, clinging to his biceps as he shushes you softly. he knows how your brain gets fuzzy after these intense moments, kissing both of your cheeks as he tugs up your ruined shorts to cover you back up.
“that’s my girl,” he praises with pride and affection, pressing kisses all over your face and rubbing your back. he pushes down the guilt eating at him for lying to you; your relationship is built on nothing but lies but you’re oblivious to it. still, he treasures the soft moment between you.
he carries you to his car, tucking you in the passenger seat and leaving yours parked on the curb. he’ll get it for you tomorrow - you need some rest. you yawn softly as he buckles your seatbelt for you. “taehyung? does that mean I get to keep my car?” you ask with a tired sweet smile that makes him grin widely. bread cheeks and all.
he lets out a low, breathless laugh, pressing another kiss to your temple as he finished buckling you in. "you got to keep the car the moment you let me bend you over the hood, trouble. that beauty is yours. you earned it.”
he starts to drive you both back to his place for the night as you fight off sleep in his oddly comforting passenger seat. you sigh, thinking back to the race you’d lost, your pride hurt. “I’ve never lost a race before… except to joonie.” he smiles at the mention of your older brother, who is now his friend after gaining his hard-earned trust.
"mmm, you didn't lose, sweetheart." he taps your nose affectionately, starting the engine and pulling away from the curb smoothly. he rests a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. "you drove perfectly. you just happened to have a boyfriend who plays dirty." he kisses your knuckles. "keep the car. my treat.”
you grin back at him, “thanks, tae… tonight was, um, fun,” you settle on the words and he laughs. understatement for the two of you. it seems every night between you is a game to upstage the last. he’s just praying his coworkers in the LAPD don’t see it on surveillance… especially with that neon pink car of yours, the definition of flashy.
“fun?” he snorts, pulling onto the highway before reaching out to ruffle your soft hair fondly. “baby, you were screaming my name on a street corner, soaked through your fucking shorts, begging me not to stop. that’s not 'fun,' that's a fucking religious experience.”
you both know it's more than that. this push and pull, the danger, the raw intensity of every encounter—it's your love language. every race, every dare, every punishing fuck against a car hood is you two saying "i love you" in the only way that feels real to your adrenaline-addicted souls.
taehyung squeezes your thigh. "same time next week?"
“fuck off. i’m never racing you again,” you snort but his body grin widens in pure amusement.
“we’ll see about that, trouble.”
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