#brian o'conner x you

[saltwaterburns]

pairing: brian o'conner x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT - read at your own discretion

a/n: in honour of rewatching f&f i went through my drafts found this beauty. can't write endings for the life of me. hope u enjoy 😋

He's older, he's cocky, he looks so damn good and he knows it. BRIAN O'CONNER goes through girls like wildfire, leaving utter destruction and chaos behind. He knows what pleasure is, it's his second fucking name. Every girl he leaves behind, he makes sure to have fucked them so good that he's all they think about the next time they go to bed with someone, unable to cum unless it's his blonde, curly haired head they imagine between their legs. But by then, he's far away, having left when the sun was first peeking its rays over the horizon.

Then he meets you. You, who doesn't instantly fall for his pick up lines and sultry smirks and teasing touches and actually makes him work for it and he's enamoured. He doesn't know if the primal urge to be buried in you to the hilt originates from needing you because you're you and it seems that he's finally stumbled upon a girl who could be his everything, or because you're the only one who hasn't given yourself up to him (yet) or because he's trying to get Mia and the scent of her vanilla shampoo out of his head, but does it really matter? It's exhilarating to him either way.

So when somehow after weeks and weeks of trying to get you to cave, he finds himself balls deep in your soppy, weepy cunt, he doesn't know how he ever managed to go without feeling your tight walls squeezing, practically suffocating his cock like that. You're riding him, your head thrown back in pure erotic bliss, your tits on display for him with your gold cross laying flat on your sternum. He's looking at you through his half lidded eyes, desperate to burn the image of your perky tits with gold glinting between them to the deepest, darkest spots of his brain so when you find him gone the next morning, he has something to jerk himself off to when he's pulled over to the side of the road because of the tension in his back getting too much. His hands are warm and big compared to you, callouses slightly rough against the supple skin of your hips as he grips onto you, bruising your blemishless skin while guiding your body up and down on his cock. Every time you come down he meets you halfway there by his hips snapping up, fucking into you. An airy moan is torn from your slightly raw and marked up throat with every thrust and he feels his cock twitch inside you, his precum mixed with your wetness, coating both you and him with a white, sticky layer. It's so fucking hot and filthy that he feels like he could almost combust.

"M'getting close, Bri." You choke out, the pressure in your lower stomach starting to feel unbearable. Your mouth has fallen open, little ah! ah! ah!'s echoing around the bedroom, the corners of your mouth glinting with drool. He growls, his nails leaving little crescent moon shaped marks on the plush of your hips, his balls tightening. He's going to cum, he's going to cum inside you and it's going to be the best fucking nut of his entire life. His neck gives up and his head falls back against the mattress, his chest heaving up and down with the sharp breaths he's taking through his nose, his lips pressed together because god forbid a sound escapes him. He isn't like that, he isn't that kind of man that lets girls know how good their pretty pussy feels around their cock because that's what they thrive on, giving up more and more pieces of themselves for a single world of praise, until he leaves into the horizon and they realise he's taken their souls with him.

He comes inside you with a choked whimper, you following him closely because of the rough pad of his thumb doing tight circles on your clit. You still on his cock, shudders wrecking through your body. You squeeze your eyes shut in pain, the tension in your muscles making you feel like you've just taken a taser, and a cry leaves your lips when you finally collapse on top of his chest. He laughs and runs a hand through your hair, giving your ass a smack.

You let out a soft moan at that and push yourself up to your hands, caging him between them. You bite your lip and lean down, letting the tip of your nose brush against his. "Round two?"

He's taken off before you wake, because some things never change. But for once, Brian O'Conner can't get a girl out of his mind, and when he comes in his palm on the side of the road, your tits with flashes of gold between them stay burned behind his eyelids.

[hanasnx]

NOTES: for @xstarkillerx

You can't conceptualize what's wrong, a combination of things weighing you down as you seek out comfort. BRIAN O'CONNER sits at his work-table, sketching concept designs for the tweaks he'd like Tej to make. He's not a very gifted artist, but he's got the general idea down, at least until you pad onto the scene. As quiet as you are, he's learned your tells, glancing at you after he speaks, "What's up, sweetheart?" he asks, a little curl to his lips at the sight of you rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. You don't say anything, coming up to his side to fix your hands on his thigh, hoping to silently grab his attention while you wait for him to notice you. It takes him a second, but he does, gazing at you more deliberately this time. You exchange a look, and he adjusts in his seat to accommodate you while you invite yourself onto his lap.

You nestle in, tucking your head under his chin with a sigh. With an arm, he secures you, drawing you into him to get more comfortable himself, he inclines into you, curling his body around you as if you're his centerpiece. Gently, he bounces you on his leg, eyeing the tip of your nose. "S'the matter, bunny? Don't feel like talking?" You're unresponsive, you don't even look at him, and he strokes your back with his big hand. "I got it. Don't worry, I got it." Sweetly, he rubs his cheek on the top of your head, ending it with an affectionate kiss.

[nostalgicmania]

Me? In love ❤️‍🩹

[thefanficmonster]

These bad omens...

Sean Boswell x Reader (Female) [Fast and Furious]

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Romance

Summary: A few illegal endeavors, close calls and dangerous stunts are but a walk in the park when you love somebody.

It's two in the fucking morning and he should be asleep. Hell, he was sound asleep just half and hour ago when his ringing phone snatched him from the comfortable slumber. He doesn't recall much of what happened between the moment the call hung up and the present but he's sure it's partly his fault.

What is it that's his fault, you might be wondering.

Nothing much other than the fact that he's found himself eerily lurking near a guarded junkyard at this odd hour.

Sure, he could've - and probably should've - said no. He didn't even have to pick up the phone. Truthfully, he probably wouldn't have had it been anybody else on the other line.

He never learned to say no to her, as it would seem. He'd rather get himself a criminal record than let her down. That might sound like an exaggeration but seeing as how the favor she asked of him isn't particularly legal, I believe I'm not at all blowing the situation out of proportion.

"Hey!" The whisper-yell snaps him from his thoughts with a full body jolt of panic.

Whirling around to where the voice came from, Sean finds Y/N sitting atop the trunk of his Nissan Sylvia, grinning from ear to ear. It's no wonder she hasn't been caught for her shenanigans yet when you take into consideration the fact that she just spawned behind him without a single sound that would give away her presence.

Instead of voicing the shock caused by her sudden appearance, he resorts to trying to put up one last pillar of opposition - not a particularly steady one though. It's not like he's about to turn back now. When it comes to her, he's all in.

"This better be important."

Y/N rolls her eyes, carelessly swinging her feet as she leans back on the palms of her hands, sprawled on the trunk lid, "You know I wouldn't have called if it wasn't important."

Sean gives her his signature 'you can't be serious' look. "You've called me for all kinds of bullshit in the past. But now you're crossing into felony territory and I'd like a debriefing before I dive head-first into whatever you're planning." He tries to play this stern part to the best of his abilities but he knows full well he's gonna begrudgingly agree to whatever shenanigans she proposes.

Y/N lets out a long sigh, clasping her hands together before hopping down, "Ok, so, there's been a slight change of plans. I originally called you to be my lookout while I scour the junkyard for anything useful. But, since you were late, I took the risk of going in on my own and it wasn't nearly as difficult or dangerous as I thought. So, we don't need anyone standing watch, which is the good news. However, the issue we have now is one of power lifting because I'm gonna need your help discreetly carrying out a V8 car engine from that junkyard right there."

Sean only realizes he's gaping at her when he feels his jaw grow stiff and he reminds himself to close his mouth and organize his thoughts before he starts picking apart her plan.

The problem is he doesn't even know where to start with his line of questioning.

Knowing Y/N, he doesn't even bother with the logical aspect of the matter - like, I don't know, how the hell they're gonna lift an engine that might weigh anywhere between 300 and 900 pounds. Instead, he focuses on the centerpiece of questions poking at his brain.

"Why the hell are we stealing a potentially fucked engine you might not even be able to use in the end? And what are you even gonna try and use it for?"

Y/N gives him a look that practically scolds him for asking something that, in all honesty, he's well within the right to question. Still, she makes it seem as if he should've already known the answers to both his questions.

"First, I know the engine is functional. In exceptional condition, even. I wouldn't be going through all this trouble and dragging you all the way out here if I wasn't absolutely sure of that. Second, you know I have an important client order I'm working on. This car, it's gonna be a fucking rocket, Boswell. After I finish it, we'll never have to worry about money again. You'll get your share for your sacrificed sleep and heavy lifting, I promise. Just don't leave me high and dry, please, Sean." She's all but giving him puppy dog eyes right now - the look contradicting the rest of her in her entirety with her jet black hair, hoop earrings and plentiful tattoos. She really is as tough as she looks....unless she needs to talk Sean into something he wouldn't even consider if anyone else was asking it of him.

But she's always been his soft spot since the day they met.

And he's always been her omen. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, but an omen none the less.

That being said, it's no surprise he cannot stand those puppy dog eyes without caving with a long, exasperated sigh.

He reaches out a hand, ruffling her hair, "Let's go get you your engine, you brat."

The childlike glee that lights up her features makes every bead of sweat, every second of sleep, every close call he's endured because of her so fucking worth it.

* * * * *

"Do you trust me?!" Y/N screams in order for him to hear her over the roar of the car engine as they're practically flying down the open road, the wheels not even touching the pavement at certain points.

Sean's heart is in his stomach and in his throat simultaneously, and it somehow grows even more restless when he hears her ask him that question that often leads to being either taken into custody or to a hospital.

Still, despite his self preservation instinct, he answers with a definite "Yes"

They are currently taking the car she's been building this past year for a test drive before Y/N hands it over to her mysterious anonymous client. She's named the beauty of a car The Vulture and it's pretty damn fitting. Sean can't help but feel jealous of this unknown character who will be able to call this car their own in just a couple days at most.

As soon as Sean's answer registers, Y/N tears her gaze away from the road, turning to look at him in the passenger seat instead, "I hope you meant that 'yes' with your entire soul because this is one of the most fucked up tricks Brian has ever taught me." She laughs, the sound displaying her disbelief in both the fact that she's actually doing it - driving and accelerating without even side-glancing at the road - and the fact that Sean hasn't looked away from her either. Not even a hint of panic on his face, not even a flinch. In fact, he's smirking at her.

Had it been anyone else behind the wheel, he'd no doubt be feeling a sickening sense of dread nestling in his stomach right about now. He'd no doubt see all the crashes he's ever been in flashing before his eyes, moments before disaster, the aftermath that would follow. All of it. But the most prominent would probably be the image of a burning car on the side of this very hill, a horrific glow in the dark and otherwise peaceful night. The car that he himself had dragged Y/N out of after she'd been de-roaded during a race.

Ever sine the accident, she's taken to calling herself his bad omen. The problem, the trouble.

She doesn't know that the adjectives he has in mind for her are quite the opposite.

It's her that's panicking when she sees him reach down to unbuckle his seatbelt, silently handing his fate over, placing it in her hands that are tightly clutched around the steering wheel, maneuvering it as if it's second nature without the need for her to even spare the road a glance.

That gesture alone would've been enough to make her fall in love with him had she not already been head over heels for him for years. Unfortunately, with nothing to show for it though.

Soon enough they near the end of the road - a lookout point at the only peak of the horizons that is accessible by car. There is a metal railing on the edge of the cliff - one she needs to mentally measure the distance of because she's still stubbornly refusing to look.

Lucky for Sean, she's always been good at math.

With a sharp 180 drift, the car comes to a harsh halt, its position reversed with the trunk facing the incredible sunset view over Tokyo.

Both Sean and Y/N are panting once the car engine's roar is silenced by the turn of the key. The Vulture goes quiet and still, and yet the driver and passenger haven't moved an inch, let alone look away from one another.

"Come on..." Y/N finally manages to find her voice even with her own heartbeat deafening her, "We can't miss the sunset."

They step out of the car, coming around to the trunk to lean against it and admire the view before them - a once in a lifetime type of sight. They bask in the last of the sun's rays before they slowly sink beneath the opposite summit, letting a comfortable silence hang over them.

Y/N extends a hand between them, the keys to The Vulture dangling from the key ring on her pointer finger.

Sean looks at the keys she seems to be offering him, inspecting them as well as her face with quirked eyebrow, waiting for the catch. "You want me to drive him on the way back."

"No, I want you to take good care of him and smoke any race you sign up for with him. Got it?" She replies, still looking out at the sunset as she gives the keys a little rattle, enticing him to take them.

Sean is more than stunned, gazing down at her as if she'd grown a second head. His gaze shifts quickly though when he takes in the golden glow of the sunset splayed across her face, reflecting in her eyes as she marvels at the horizon.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He asks after taking a beat to recollect himself. He's caught himself looking and thinking about her in more than platonic way several times throughout the long years of knowing her. Never once has he let it bleed over into his actions though. He'd gaze at her as if she were the only person in the room, he'd say yes to anything before she'd even have the chance to finish voicing the thought. He'd jokingly suggested building her a car even.

Never did he think she felt the same way though. Especially in such a literal sense on that last entry to the list.

Y/N nods, finally tearing her eyes away from the gorgeous sight, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, threatening to turn into one of those smiles of hers he finds impossibly adorable. She'd kill him if he said that though. She's adamant she's not adorable. Oh if only she could see herself from his eyes.

"Mhmm...." she gives the keys another rattle, bringing her hand closer, "You've been my favorite client thus far."

The words take a second to register, but once they do, he doesn't reach for the keys. He reaches for her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her in for a tight embrace. He lifts her off the ground, giving her a couple spins in the air, causing her to squeal and kick her feet as she laughs, demanding to be set back down.

When he does eventually listen, he turns and sits her atop Vulture's trunk, standing between her legs with his hands still on her waist. They don't remain there, though, instead venturing up to cup her face, his forehead rested against his as he gazes into her eyes.

"You have no idea how incredible you are." He whispers, not recognizing his own honesty.

She grins back at him, her heart beating out of her chest, "Even a bad omen can bring something good with it every once in a while." She whispers with a small chuckle.

"Oh you're an omen, alright." It's true, ever since they've met, it's all been bad omens around them, as if warning them. Warning them that forever and a day could very easily end today. A reminder that if they don't come clean and be true to one another as well as themselves now or soon, they might never get the chance to. Some doors you just can't hold open once they've started closing.

The best time to say what's been biting at his heart was years ago. The second best time is right now.

And the fucker still doesn't say it. He lets her read between the lines of their lips as they connect with the sunset as a backdrop. And oh how symbolic it is, commencing this new beginning atop the very hill he nearly lost her on.

Y/N's got one thing right - some bad omens do bring something good with them after all

[b4tm4nn]

The rise of Brian O’Conner is coming back again and I’m HERE for it👍🏽

[dombrianoteretto]

My oldest sister: Stop calling The Fast and The Furious that!

Me and my other sister: No! It's-

[paisholotus]

Now playing: Little Bit~ Lykke Li

Ashia's Pov

Miami, Florida

I came speeding off the highway, pushing the gas pedal at 100 mph in the matter of 10 seconds, swerving past the red lights.

I looked over, seeing Brian's right next to me, both of us neck and neck. I smirked to myself and looked beside me, cranking up both of my Nos.

"Sorry, blondie, yuh gonna have to lose taday." I laughed to myself, I switched gears going past him in a sharp turn, holding my breath as my car jumped into the air.

"RUN DAT SHIT BITCH!!!!"

I yelled, landing on the ground swiftly. I crossed the finished line with Brian coming in right behind me.

I swerved to the right towards Tej's garage and stopped the car, my heart feeling like it was beating out my chest. I smiled and got out of the car as everyone cheered for me.

I looked at Brian and tried to stop myself from biting my lip. He looked so damn good, like seriously the finest white boy I've ever seen. He walked over to me, smiling sadly.

"Well, I guess this will be the last time I'll see you, huh?" He asked, lowly looking down at me.

I smiled, looking into his deep blue eyes, chewing on my bottom lip nervously. "I'll still take you up on that date." I said, as he gave me the biggest smile. Showing off his perfect white teeth.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as he told me he'll pick me up tomorrow at 8.

I looked at sisters and told them to come on. Tej and Suki waved bye to me as I looked back at Brian and blew him a kiss getting into the car. My sister's got into the car as I drove off going back home.

"You sure about him, Shia? Suki told me he was a fuck boy. And I don't want you going out with mfs like that." Rana said, looking at me seriously. I came to a red light and looked back at her.

"I know Tej warned me beforehand. But I don't know. I want to give him a chance, because yuh know mi nuh give men the time of day. I feel good about the date, at least." I said, trying to sound confident.

"Give him a chance, Rana. Mi tink him might actually like her. Yuh, see the way him look at her? It did more dan a "fuck you" look. Him might actually be good fa her." Sasha said, leaning up from the back seat, smiling at me.

Tirana pushed Sasha back in the seat and told her to put her seat belt on, making Sasha slap her shoulder. They argued back and forth as I laughed, pulling in the driveway, and we got out of the car. I walked into the house with a little bit of excitement about my date tomorrow.

[rowinablx]

Me on my way to beat up Dante for threatening Brian

[tom-whore-dleston]

Me: Aww shoot I lost the race :’(

Me internally:

Literally would drive in neutral if it means I can fuck this man after bc holy shit 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Losers Prize

pairing. Brian O'Conner x afab!reader

word count. 1k

warnings. this is a 18+ work, minor's buzz off. smut, fluff, oral sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

author's note. I told all of you it was coming. i just needed to get this out of my system. so like, here's my Brian O'Conner smut fic. and i guess for reference, this is like during the second movie when Brian is in Miami. k bye.

This wasn't how the night was supposed to go. Not one bit.

You were supposed to race, win, then go home with your cash.

What wasn't supposed to happen was the fourth not showing up. What wasn't supposed to happen was Tej calling Brian O'Conner. What wasn't supposed to happen was Brian winning the damn race. And what definitely wasn't supposed to happen was you going home with Brian.

But here you were, head thrown back as Brian was eating you out. Blonde locks threaded in between your fingers, tugged on periodically. Moans were pouring from your lips, Brian not letting up no matter how hard you pulled.

"Fuck, Bri," you whimpered.

He was staring up at you, bright blue eyes locking with yours. A flick from his tongue had you breaking eye contact, rolling your head back. The barely comfortable sheets were tight in your free hand. Brian's arms were under your legs, hands on your hips to hold you in place. The thick Floridian air was making sweat permeate on the both of you.

"Tell me what you want," Brian said before lapping at your cunt again.

"What I want is for you to fuck me," you replied with a bit of bite.

Brian rolled his eyes while he sucked on your clit, hard. Your hand tightened almost painfully in his hair. You propped yourself up with one elbow to watch Brian. The tightness in your abdomen was becoming unbearable. This slinky racer had you on the edge of pleasure, giving you just enough to keep you there and not push you over.

"Come on, Brian," you whined.

Brian smirked against your cunt and decided to give you what you wanted. His tongue worked over your clit feverishly. The feeling made you drop your head back, knowing this was it.

The tightness in your abdomen snapped, pleasure washing over you. Brian's hands held your hips in place, stopping them from pressing against him too hard. Moans were falling from you, head rolling back and forth on the bed. Brian tongue didn't seem to stop, making your legs start to quiver.

"Brian, please!" You yelped, the sensations becoming too much.

The plea did its job. Brian removed himself from your lower half. He climbed up your body, diligent placed kisses on your skin the whole way up. You smashed your lips to his, tasting yourself on his lips. A moan left you while your tongue roamed his. His hair was tight between your fingers.

"That enough for you?" Brian smiled against your lips.

A hand came up to cup your jaw. You opened your eyes after he broke the kiss. Your hands had moved to his shorts, unbuckling them as quick as you could. Brian let out a soft chuckle, resting his forehead against yours.

"And here I thought you didn't want to see me tonight," Brian kissed you again.

"I didn't," you started pushing his shorts and boxers down, "plan on losing either."

Brian groaned when you took him in your hand. Each stroke had him placing a kiss to your skin. Your neck, cheek, shoulder, chest, it didn't matter what body part. Brian just needed you, craved you.

Neither of you could wait anymore. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. Brian groaned when his cock rubbed your cunt. The spit and cum from him eating you out made the perfect lubricant for him. The head of his cock would periodically catch against your entrance as he rutted his hips.

"Brian, if you don-" The head of his cock slipped into you, stopping your words mid sentence.

"If I don't what?" Brian asked with a smirk.

All you could respond with was a moan as he pushed deeper into you. Finally his hips were completely flush with your own, cock completely shoved inside of your cunt. You clenched around him, eliciting a groan from him. Eventually his hips started moving, thrusting in and out of you.

The rhythm was sensual yet quick. He was hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that had your whole body clenching. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close while he rammed into you. His hands were kneading your ass and sides. You couldn't keep your mind straight, thinking about all the different sensations.

Brian was nuzzled into your neck, placing soft wet kisses where ever he could. The occasional nip had you moaning loudly. He pulled back for a moment, looking down at you. One hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek as he went in for a bruising kiss. During the kiss his thrusts became more powerful, pushing you over the edge.

He kept thrusting in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as he could. Once it subsided, he thrusted only a few more times only to pull out and come on your stomach. The groans that he produced while coming were gorgeous. He held you carefully, trying to keep the cum from getting on himself.

Eventually, he got up and searched down a hand towel to clean you up with. He wet it before giving it to you, letting you clean yourself up. He knew that's what you preferred to do anyways, no matter how many times he tried to be gentlemanly about it. Brian found an old pair of basketball shorts on the floor, putting them on before searching a clean t-shirt for you. You happily accepted the t-shirt, slipping it on then finding your underwear to put on.

"I take it you're staying then?" Brian asked as he got on the bed next to you.

"You did take my money tonight, the least you can do is let me stay," you placed a kiss to his cheek.

Brian smiled at you.

"Hey, a race is a race," Brian playfully argued.

"I never disagreed with that," you said while cuddling into him.

"Isn't this enough of a prize?" Brian joked while gesturing to himself.

"Are you calling yourself the loser's prize?" You questioned, quirking an eyebrow up.

"Only if you're the loser."

[kassiekole22]

Joy Ride

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Pairing: Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader

Description: Brian finds you walking home late one night and offers you a ride, which turns into a night-long joy ride around Miami.

Warnings: Fluff, Speeding, Friends Or Future Lovers? (You Decide)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Sooooo, I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time a around a month ago and this guy has been on my mind ever since. I have always really loved Paul Walker so this was bound to happen eventually. 😂 I don't know if I plan to write more for him or if this will just be a one time thing, but I have been working on this fic for quite some time now and I'm happy to finally be posting it. More to come from other beloved characters soon! Enjoy the fic and if you want more Brian O'Conner fics in the future, let me know in the comments or inbox! 🖤 (Also did any of you get the reference in the name? 👀)

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Kassie's Angels: @mornandil, @lorebite.

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2002

The air is pretty cool for a night in Miami, but I don't mind. I walk with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, protecting them from the slight chill. It's nothing too intense, but I haven't been used to being in cooler temperatures for awhile now.

I walk quickly down the sidewalk as a few cars pass from time to time. The sounds of their engines make my fingers and feet tingle a little, my body missing the feeling of the steering wheel gripped in my fingers and the gas pedal under my foot.

I wrecked pretty badly during my last race, resulting in my car becoming too banged up to drive. Most street racers have other cars to fall back on. Unfortunately for me, my girl was all I had. Now I'm left to walk on foot until I can get enough money to fix her.

The ambiance in the street is pretty calm until I hear the familiar rumble of a very specific engine approaching my side. To my surprise, that iconic silver and blue Nissan Skyline pulls up, slowing down to drive at my walking speed. But the slick paint job or glowing underbody isn't what makes it difficult to look away. The driver is none other than the man who beat me in my last race, Brian O'Conner.

I'm met with a kind smile as he rolls down his windows, his bright blue eyes glancing up at me from the shadows of the interior. There is just something about that man that draws me in. I could never tell what exactly it was, but it pulled me in his direction like a bee to a flower every time I was in the same location as him.

"Ey, need a ride?" He queries in a rasied voice, nearly shouting over the Skyline's growl.

Though it's tempting, I don't want to throw a wrench in any plans he may have. Knowing him, he has another street race or date to get to at this hour. So, despite the aching pain in my feet that is screaming in protest, I respond casually, "Nah, man. I'm good. Home's not too far away anyway, y'know?"

Even though it wouldn't take him too long, it would be pretty pointless to drive only a couple blocks anyway. He takes a mere second to let my words sink in and find an answer, his eyes hopeful as they are taken off the road and landing on me once more.

"We don't gotta take you home. The night's still—" He checks his watch, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes the time. "—Well, middle-aged, but that don't gotta stop the fun."

I can't contain a faint chuckle at his dumb joke, rolling my eyes as I do so. The next thing I know, my feet are subconsciously coming to a stop, and he gently lays on the brakes. His car is also stopping right beside where I now stand, but the engine still purrs softly to alert all of its consciousness.

"Ah, c'mon, girl. Let's live a little, eh?" He flashes me that dangerous half-smirk that beckons me forward into mischief. It now dawns on me that he might not have the intention of taking me home, which is intriguing in a way.

I contemplate my options for a moment. The only thing waiting for me at home is a couple bottles of beer and some cold pizza left in the fridge from the night prior. It seems like I've been spending most of my time alone lately. Maybe it would be good to spend some time in good company.

"Alright," I give in with a subtle but still noticeable sigh, backing down in my mental debate.

He reaches across and opens the passenger door for me as I round the car, its headlights illuminating me for a brief moment as I cross in front of the bumper before hoping into the seat offered to me. It felt weird being in the left seat and not having a steering wheel before me. I could never get used to those foreign imported cars. 

But regardless, it sure is a beauty. The leather interior smells oddly fresh and calming, with a faint hint of exhaust filtering through the open windows. It's clear he just cleaned her up. Brian was always the type to take care of his rides.

I pull the seatbelt across my chest and lock it in securely, mentally preparing myself for the wild ride I know damn well he is about to take me on. He looks at me and flashes me that cocky yet proud smile as he revvs the engine for only a moment before taking off into the night.

With windows down and speed carrying us, I feel like I'm floating on air. The soft breeze I felt only moments ago is now a fast wind in my hair, and the soft ambiance of the nightlife in Miami is now disturbed by a machine growl.

I glance over at him, and it's as if time slows for just a minute as I take in how happy he is. He's a simple man. He doesn't need the fancy things in life, just a fast car to make the corners of his lips part into that iconic grin I have grown to love.

"Wanna get fuckin' nuts?" He asks me, his voice taking me out of my thoughts and putting me back into reality. That's when I notice that mischievous look in his ocean blue eyes, their pupils blown wide with adrenaline.

Hm... Blue and full of adrenaline, like the blood pumping in our veins.

"What?" I blurt out, not fully comprehending what he is asking, until my gaze wanders down to where his thumbs hovers over the nitro buttons.

I look at the road ahead, seeing that it is completely barren of all life, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of what he is suggesting. It's a dangerous game—playing with speed in such a way—but a thrilling one, for sure.

Taking my eyes off the road ahead to look back at him, I notice the hopeful glint once again in his eyes, only pushing my thought process toward wanting to comply. So without a second breath, I cheer, "Fuck yeah!"

With a simple click of two buttons at once, we are off like a rocket in space. Suddenly, the street lights look like comets, and the lines on the road are just blurs of colors. It's oddly beautiful in a way, and I marvel at how it ignites my soul with such a unique feeling, which I can't possibly seek from anything else. My fingers dig into the sides of my seat as my heart pounds against my ribcage like thunder, both overwhelmed but thirsty for more of this intoxicating rush.

Though Brian only lets this last for a moment, just seconds passed that will remain with me for an eternity. We laugh as the car slows to a semi-normal speed again. My smile is so wide, I can feel my face begin to hurt.

But I don't care. I am just so high on the thrill that my mind is lost in a cloudy space of euphoria. It's crazy how the night went from a quiet walk home to taking a joy ride with one of my rivals, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Once our laughter dies down, the soft purr of the engine is the only thing heard yet again as we both seemingly get lost in our own thoughts. What is he thinking? I wish I knew. The only thing on my mind is how happy I am. It isn't until a couple minutes later that he speaks his mind, taking a deep breath before his lips finally form the words he has been pondering.

"We should do this more often," he suggests in that nonchalant tone he carries quite regularly for someone with such excitement in his life. "Y'know, hang out outside the racing world? You're a cool girl."

I can't repress how my smile softens for a moment at his words as my eyes flick over in his direction while a million responses filter through my mind. This guy is a legend—a local celebrity, if you will. To have this opportunity is an honor. However, I don't necessarily get the vibe of entitlement from him. Instead, his atmosphere reflects something else—something friendly and inviting.

"And you're a cool guy. I'd love to hang with you more often." I reply, trying to sound chill but coming off way more sincere than intended. Though he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he seems to be pleased with my response.

The next thing I know, he is pulling into a public beach. Its sands are abandoned by any human life due to the lateness of time, though the footprints of the visitors that day still remain like ghosts of the past, their memories carved in the sand until they get washed away by the waves.

He locks the car in park, unhooks his seatbelt, and gets out. I watch through the windshield as he rounds the side of it to rest back on the hood. My eyes study him as he lifts himself to sit on the hood, not once looking back to see if I leave the car as well. It's almost as if he expects me to.

So to fulfill his silent expectations, I swing my door open and hop out after freeing myself from my seatbelt, nearly stumbling as the ground is unexpectedly unsteady where I stand. My feet sink into the sand, and I'm grateful I chose to wear boots tonight over anything else.

Once out of my sticky situation, I take a moment to appreciate the freshness in the air—the sweet smell of the ocean before me for just a second. After approaching him, I rest beside him on the hood, watching the waves crash before us. It reminds me that life is quite like the sea. It's unpredictable, a little scary at times, but beautiful in many unique ways. I release a soft breath, my body relaxing in this calming moment.

"I remember the first time I saw you pull up in that black Trans Am to the race. Fuckin' engine and bass on your stereo roaring over the sound of the crowd." He chuckles while he reminisces about old memories.

"Buni," I correct him as I smile fondly, thinking about the beauty that's currently under a tarp in my garage, just waiting to be repaired and set free on the road once again.

"Yeah, Buni." He parrots me in an almost teasing way. I know he finds the fact that I named my car ridiculous, but I can see it in his eyes that it amuses him all the same. "You're something else, (L/N). A damn good racer, though."

My heart flutters at the compliment, and I feel my cheeks heat up with this familiar warmth that only he ignites in me best. The soft breeze blows through my hair as I think of a reply, running through my strains like an angel's fingertips. But it's not the breeze nor the location that has me in such a calm and joyful state.

I continue to study him—the way his blonde curls blow in the breeze, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly to show his contentment, his biceps flexing ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. It amazes me how all the different shades of blue in his iris reflect the scene before us. It's like I could literally drown in them each time I gaze into them to admire their beauty.

"Yeah? You and your Skyline ain't so bad either." I finally quip with a small bit of sarcasm dripping from my tone after forcing myself out of where my mind has disappeared to for a short time. He smiles softly at my words, because it's evident how I really feel about him. He knows, and I know that, but I don't really care anymore.

We talk until sunrise and watch as the black sky fades into orange and pink, blending with the stars to make them barely visible. Though they are out of sight, I know they still shine brightly above us, like angels waiting for us in heaven. It's quite special—maybe even magical.

The sea reflects the morning sun as it rises from the horizon, its golden rays shining upon us as we remain on the hood of the car. It's just us out here in our own little world. If I learned anything from last night, it's not the place that makes a moment special, but the person you share it with.

I don't know where this road will take us. I know it will be a long one—with plenty of traffic and bumps ahead—but the ride will be an enjoyable one with a new friend in the seat next to me as we speed through it all. And if we happen to get separated some point along the way, I know in my heart that I'll see him again.

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[evermoresversion]

Can you do more Brian O'Connor x fem reader pls

"Have you ever wished you had another life?"

His voice distracted you from your observation of the stars. Brian and you were on the hood of his car, observing the night sky.

"What do you mean?"

You watched his mind spin from your spot next to him, sitting as he lay on his side.

"I've been thinking about running away, leaving everything behind." He muttered, tracing a small scratch in the paint on the hood. "But I didn't want to leave you behind."

Your heart pounded between your ribs at the implication of his words.

You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as his blue eyes locked with yours.

"Are you asking me to run away with you?"

"Would you like to?"

You leaned into him, your lips welcomed between his.

His hand ended up on the curve of your hip and yours on his cheek.

"Is that an answer for you, O'Conner?"

"Maybe a couple more would help me."

His smile lit up his face, which was caused by your giggle and your lips reunited again.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2024.

[taylormarieee]

Ride or Die, baby Brian O'Conner

Summary: Brian was your ride or die, always...

Pairing: Brian O'Conner x Fem!black!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: PiV sex, Riding, cowgirl, Brian being a tease(as per usual), reader being shy, slight angst, Jealous Brian, Jealous reader

A/N: This is dedicated to @dollyfl1rt my love. I hope you like your surprise!

Brian and you were inseparable. He was your ride or die. He was your everything.

It kinda hurt when he started to get more closer with Suki then you. You usually weren't the jealous type when it came to Brian and women, he was a literal chick magnet. Plus Suki wasn't a bad person at all, she was a really good friend of yours.

But when they started hanging out and having nicknames for each other, it kinda hurt because it became as if you didn't exist.

You eventually started hanging out with Roman more and really liked the dude. You hung out with him almost as much as you use to hang with Brian.

You two always rode together, went out to eat together, and sometimes just took walks and talked about the past together.

Everything you did with Roman was what you used to do with Brian, and you felt bad. You weren't trying to hurt Brian, you just wanted his attention, and you felt that if you went up to him to express your feelings, they would come out sounding jealous or selfish.

You eventually started to kinda avoid Brian because you felt bad but was scared to get confronted.

Eventually Brian and you started to text again and he began to ask you why you were avoiding him...

{ Texts from last week... From both points of view...

Bri🎀- Why you avoiding me baby?

My baby🌺- I'm not avoiding you Brian, why do you think that?

Bri🎀- well for one, you never text my full name unless your mad

Bri🎀- and two, you haven't talked to me for the last two weeks baby, what's wrong?

My baby🌺 -Bri, I just... I feel a little jealous of Suki, like i'm not mad at her, or you!

My baby🌺 -I just feel like you're distancing yourself from me... so I'm doing things with Rome more.

My baby🌺 -I didn't wanna say anything because I felt like I would sound selfish... I just miss you

Bri🎀- Awww baby, I'm sorry... It's nothing I promise, I didn't even notice I was making you feel that way.

Bri🎀- I'll make it up to you. Next week I'll come by the garage, ok? Spend some time with my favourite girl, yeah?

My baby🌺- Ok! See you Bri, I luv you!

Bri🎀 - I love you too my sweet girl.}

Today's the day where Brian is coming to hang or talk with you. You see his car pull up and immediately smile. You notice Roman is with him so you walk up to greet them both.

"Hey Roman! Hey Brian!" You say as you walk up to them. You were currently working at the car wash where Tej usually is. You were wearing a green bikini top with matching bottoms but had a sarong wrapped around your waist.

Your toned skin glistening in the miami heat as you have slight water droplets coating your chest and legs.

"Hey girl. Wassup? How ya doin?" Roman asks. He smiles at you and gives you a side hug. "I'm surviving I guess." You respond with a chuckle, "Trying to get through the torture Tej is putting me through." You say smiling while using your hand to shield the sun from your eyes.

"Hey baby, you doin' ok?" Brian asks, finally speaking up. His tone sounded annoyed with the whole altercation between you two but his face showed to be soft and sincere, loving almost as he admires your body.

"I'm ok Bri, how are you? How's ya car?" You ask smiling at him. He smiles back at you noticing it's a different smile then the one you gave Roman, he loves when you have a special smile for him and him only.

"My car's ok. Lookin nice and pretty." He says smiling, "How's your baby?" He asks motioning to your car in the parking lot.

"Oh she's doing good. Lookin nice and pretty." You say smiling as you repeat what he just said.

He laughs and so do you. You both were so engulfed in your conversation you both didn't even notice Roman was long gone.

"You look good." He says, eyes glazing over your body. Your face heats up more than it already has and you smile.

"Thanks, don't look bad yourself." You say letting out a slight giggle. You always giggled when you were nervous and Brian picked up on the habit a couple months ago.

"Why you nervous baby? Hmm? I make you nervous?" He asks leaning in closer to you as your back is now flush with your car. He whispers in your ear.

"You don't make me nervous Bri... I'm just hot." You say wiping sweat of your forehead.

"Well I know your hot, I mean who wouldn't think your hot but I know when you giggle like that, your nervous. I know you like I know my car." He says, his blue irises staring you down intently.

His blonde curls framing his face, god how badly you wanted to tug on them.

Before your able to say anything back, Roman's voice brings you both out of your intense staring and breathing. The tension between you two finally cut.

"Yo Brian! Let's go. I'm hungry!" He says walking to the car. Brian glances at Roman before looking back at you again.

"Meet me at my place tonight at 8:30 got it?" He says smirking at you before walking away, he didn't need to get your answer because he already knew what it was.

He winks at you as he enters his car and drives off with Roman. You wave bye and Roman and Brian wave back.

-TIMEJUMP-

It was now approximately 8:23 pm and you were arriving at Brian's place now. You knock on the door and wait a couple seconds before Brian finally comes into view with just a towel on.

You quickly cover up your eyes, "Woah bri! Cover yourself you little slut!" You say chuckling and giggling nervously again.

Brian doesn't say anything he just stands there. You assume he's gone so you remove your hand from your face only to be met with brian so close to your face.

You met with his chest at first considering Brian is 6'2, and when you look up you see Brian staring you down with a smirk on his face.

"I'm only a slut for you." He says with the biggest smirk on his face. You both stare at each other for a couple of seconds before you both are bursting out laughing.

He caresses your cheek before grabbing your hand and guiding you in his home. He stares at you once he closes the door and pushes you against the wall.

"Your mine baby, all mine." He whispers against your neck as his hands roam all over your body.

You whimper at his touch enjoying the familiar feeling that has now turned intimate.

"Brian..." You breathe out. He hums in your ear and you tug on his curls. It isn't until your hands touch his chest that you realize he's completely naked besides the towel around his waist.

"Brian... I think we should- fuck- I think we should slow down..." You moan out trying to gain your composure but Brians hands are already undoing your skirt zipper in the back and lifting up your t-shirt.

"You've been a tease all week. Making me all sad whenever you're with Rome. Always laughing with him, being with him. I gotta say baby, you've made me jealous."

You roll your eyes and chuckle, "Your one to talk Brian, all that hanging with suki has made me jealous and I told you this."

He is now the one to chuckle as he nips at your neck and his hands roam over your clothed pussy. Your hips jolt forward as he runs his finger up and down your slit.

Your soaking through you panties and he feels every bit of it. "You know I don't like Suki though." He starts.

"And you also know that Suki and Tej are dating, you just wanted some attention because your horny and can't do anything about it." He says as he picks you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

"T-That was not the reason Brian!" You say tugging on his hair harder eliciting a moan from Brian's lips.

"See how your- fuck- see how your not denying the fact that you knew?" He says with that charming and mischievous smirk on his face that just displays "I told you so" energy.

"Your annoying you know that?" You retort.

"Yet, you want this dick badly don't you?" He asks with that shit eating grin on his face that you so badly wanted to slap off his face.

But the throbbing between your legs was getting in the way of that feeling and you suddenly find yourself shaking your head yes at his question.

That makes him smile as he carries you to his bed. Your left in your bra and underwear and Brian is left with nothing on. You feel the pre-cum leaking from his warm, sticky tip.

You moan out at the feeling of his tip poking at your entrance. "Yea you like that mama?"

"You know your my ride or die right Brian?" You whimper out, feeling his hands caress your thighs.

"Well I'm mean your gonna ride me till I die anyway so..." He says and you playfully slap his arm and laugh a bit. He always knew how to turn everything into a joke.

"Yea my love, I know. Ride or die always." He says as he lines his tip to your entrance. You flip him over with all your strength and sink down onto him as you land on him.

"Oh fu-fuck Brian!" You say as he fills you up nicely. You feel the delicious stretch his cock gives you and you begin to slowly rock back and forth on him.

He groans and you feel dizzy already. That was the effect Brian had on you. Constantly making you feel dizzy and nervous.

But right now your on top and you feel dominant but baby trust me, he's the one in control of everything. Your hips movements, him slowly thrusting up into you, everything.

He tugs on your bra and panties. He has to keep pulling them to the side as he holds your hands behind your back as he thrusts up into you.

Your crying out his name at this point feeling tears in the rim of your eyes. Your body glowing in the moonlight from the small window he has in his room.

He can't believe that your finally his to take, his to finally fuck every time he wins a race or loses a race. He just wanted you all to himself.

You felt comfort in knowing you were his as he was yours. No lady could ever touch him unless it was Suki and you of course.

You loved how possessive he was of you and boy when he finally brought you to your orgasm and he came inside you and held you tight as your hips weakly tried to help you through your high and his, you knew that he was the one forever.

Brian O'Conner, your ride or die till the end of time. Always.

Taglist: @dollyfl1rt @dustbunniess

[edgessunflower]

Knick knacks

Pairing: Brian O'Conner x Fem reader

Description: Brian hides in your shop after running from the cops leading you to find him asleep the next morning

Brian knew if he didn't do something after then he would definitely be arrested leading to him picking the lock on a door and hiding in the storage room as he heard the sirens pass by until it was dead quiet. You walk in the shop as you did on a calm day like this starting off with cleaning around the shop and rearranging a few things around before going to the storage room to take out the trash stopping when you walk back in and notice a pair of shoes sticking out thinking they just have fallen out of one of the boxes until you notice them move feeling your heart stop when you slowly move a box to see a man asleep on the floor, instead of calling the cops you keep the storage room locked and opened the shop which passed by since you were only open half the day hearing the doorknob jingle as you counted money in the register leading to you unlocking and opening the door right before locking with the most vibrant and truly stunning blue eyes you had ever seen. "I'll be out no need to call-" you stop him by closing the door behind him and locking the front of the shop which makes him confused before handing him a drink and warmed up pizza from your fridge, "I didn't call the cops, I found you asleep in the storage room" he slowly eats in between bits of conversation and complete silence, "Nothing normal in here" you laugh a little as you sweep behind the counter taking the of hand comment as a strange compliment while dusting off a few shelves before he asked what the purpose of the knick knacks you sold were looking around with a fond smile as memories flood your mind, "My aunt use to own this as an antique store so I expanded it a bit and changed it into a thrift store with some knick knacks here and there" the conversation turned deeper while opening up to each other about yourselves and your lives learning that brian was was an undercover cop who was working on a case as a car stopped across the street. He looks and immediately tells you that he had to leave but not before exchanging numbers and asking you to dinner at your place the next day agreeing before he leaves from the storage room leaving you with a smile before finishing your small clean up and locking up, you hear your phone dinged as you plugged in your boom box to play music while you showered only to see a text from brian that said "Have knick knacks for you" you laugh as you responded and hopped in the shower wondering where things would lead between you and brian the next day and the impending future.

[nostalgicmania]

Hi!

I wrote a little idea I had in my mind for a while

If you would like to read it!

It's Brian x Dom, very sweet, very nice.

"Moments like this"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62101090

[xstarkillerx]

Rail

TW: Drug usage

Drabble based on this ask.

Dom toretto x fem!reader x Brian O'Conner

hop hop 🐇

Long, fat, red at the tip, Dom Toretto's cock is hot in your hands. The heady scent of musk, of body, of a long day working the garage and even longer night putting that RX-7 to work fills your lungs as you rail the line he so graciously laid for you on it. He's got one of his massive hands on your head, heavy, warm, thumb stroking your head affectionately while your swipe your nostrils, eyes squeezed shut at the momentary discomfort. On the other couch is Brian, eyes furrowed, keeping cautious, never really able to drop the cop in him that's ready to jump in if he needs to. He's got a half-smoked blunt burning away in his hand that has him too high to not be laced with something. Despite himself, despite the bizarre circumstance, Brian's fucking hard too.

"That good?" Dom asks, and with powder still on your nose. You look up at him with those pretty eyes like that line wasn't enough and you can squeeze more outta him if you're sweet enough about it. He gives a fond half-smile, his little fucking junkie. Dom swipes at your nose, collecting the powder with his thumb like a father with a snotty child. He does the same with the residue on his cock before invading your lips with the large digit and spreading it on your gums. Your tongue chases it, already feeling the way it makes the thin skin tingle. He watches your pupils change, watches the coke kick in and, fuck, that's the part that always gets him, makes his dick twitch. Corruption. Corruption and pretty young girls who just just can't help but look up to him, trust him, let him lead them astray. He remembers Letty, the way she watched him down the street her whole life, wanted nothing more than to get Dom's attention until she learned this was what you need to do to get it. She had that same look in her eye that first time, wild, hungry fucking ready to go. He's a sucker for it.

Your skin is hot, your heart is racing, you feel like you can fly. You shove Dom's cock in your mouth and almost too eagerly and swallow him down your throat, earning a hiss from Dom through gritted teeth. You can't see it but Dom's looking at Brian and suddenly you're a prop, a toy, like all the other pretty things he uses to get his rocks off. The air is thick between them, scored by the wet gagging sounds of your throat. Tears well up in your eyes when Dom starts fucking your face, hips moving off the couch to shove it deeper down your throat and back out again, you grasp at his thighs for purchase. Brian and Dom are locked in eye contact, Brian is breathing heavy, fingers twitching to to free his cock from his boxers but his limbs feel heavy and sluggish.

Gasping and drenched in your own spit, Dom pulls you off his cock before he cums and uses what saliva you left on it to jerk himself off. "Where'd you want it?" His voice is low, slurred with lust and his own cocktail of chemicals in his system. He doesn't normally ask you this, you know he likes coating your face, likes the mess it makes, the way your features skew when you try to keep it out of your eyes. The question wasn't for you. He isn't even looking at you.

Brian blinks slowly, his head tingles with every movement and his eyes are heavy. "Tits." he says simply through his laboured breathing. Dom complies, and Brian's hips twitch at the sight of your pretty chest coated in his cum.

Desperate to take back the attention of the room you stand from where you were kneeling and lean in and capture Dom's lips in a sloppy kiss, the spit on your face smearing against his skin. You can't help but whine at the feeling of his warm tongue against your own. His fingers find your cunt and he isn't gentle about it; rough and thick he spreads your wetness before shoving them inside. You whine and are forced onto your tip-toes for a moment. Dom breaks the kiss.

"Look at him." he says, directing your gaze over at Brian who can't take his eyes off of you. He's since pulled the waist of his boxers down below his cock and is stroking it, slow, easy, shiny with the spit he shot into his own hand to slick it. "Go on." Your attention is brought back to Dom. "This pussy's greedy, I can feel it. You wanna get fucked? Go on." He slides his fingers out and sticks them in your mouth before sending you across the room to Brian who sits up out of his slouched posture to make more room for you on the couch. You straddle him, knees on either side of his waist and wait for him to guide his cock into position before you sink down on it, and christ, it's almost too much. The coke has your nerves on fire, the entrance alone was enough to get you moaning, but his voice, god his voice, the sound he makes when you get your pussy on him is what heaven must sound like.

"Fuck." he breathes, head spinning, every limb in his body tingling and sensitive, for someone who was so quiet before, he can't seem to shut up now, groaning and whining with every movement you make. It's a slow and easy fuck, too lost in the feeling of your pussy being filled to wanna rush it. Brian fills you up just right, hitting a spot inside you that makes you double over and grab the backrest behind him just to stay upright, it puts your cum-coated tits in his face which he happily sucks on until they're clean, sore and purple. Your orgasm rolls in slow, with the promise of hitting like a giant wave, full body, and it makes you go faster to chase it. Brian is barely containing himself, hands at your waist, staring up at your pretty face while he does everything he can to hold onto his orgasm until you find yours. It's the way you clench when you're close that sends him over, he cums just before you do, enough to where you get the pleasure of hearing his ragged voice cry out while you fuck down on his now sensitive cock. His body is limp, like all life has left it, shot into your body with the cum that's oozing out of your cunt.

Sweaty, placid, hoping for another line you look behind you at Dom who's already making his way over to the couch you share with Brian. He sits down and pulls you in for another dirty kiss, right there, while Brian's still got his cock in you, and with the guidance of Dom's hand, Brian forms a half-tight fist on Dom's cock to stroke it until he cums again. You clean it off of his fingers when he does.

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[synnamonroll666]

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Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader Imagine #1

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Imagine:

You and Brian are in the Skyline, speeding down the road to the point that the all around you are just blurs of color. But this joy ride is very different compared to the usual.

He's holding a vibrator between your legs as he drives. You watch as his veins bulge beneath his skin as he flexs ever so slightly to keep pressure on your most sensitive spot, his knuckles turning white as he clenches the device tightly in his grasp. He only takes his hand away to shift gears, before it's right back where it belongs between your thighs.

He has always been so damn good at multi-tasking like this that it's almost unnatural. But here he is, pleasuring you while speeding down the highway like he's on a high-speed chase.

But then he looks over at you, holding eye contact with that usual cocky smirk on his lips and within those ocean orbs as he slowly increases the speed of the car. He knows damn well your heart is fucking pounding in your chest right now due to the vibrations between your legs and the danger of the moment, and he's loving every goddamn bit of it.

He stares for a matter of seconds which feel like an eternity, weaving through traffic like he has some sort of sixth sense with knowing where each vehicle is on the road. It lasts until you finally let go, your body writhing in your seat as your seatbelt acts like some sort of restrain for bondage.

When you come down from your high, you gaze up at him through your glazed over eyes, completely over the moon for his creativity when it comes to pleasing you. But he won't stop there. In fact, he'll make you cum several times until you're squirting all over his dashboard. He doesn't mind the mess. Actually, he sees it as an achievement.

You sit beside him with your fingers digging into the sides of your seat, panting breaths, pleading whines, and occasional gasps as those feelings of overstimulation slowly turn into something that has your thighs clenching around that little device and his hand. And all that time, he has that same smirk on his face. He knows what he's doing and fuck, does it give him a high like nothing else.

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