Feeling Relaxed Yet? (M) // Im Jaebum & Park Jinyoung Threesome

Feeling Relaxed Yet? (M) // Im Jaebum & Park Jinyoung Threesome

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader x Jinyoung

Genre: Smut // Threesome

Summary//Request: After coming home from having a bad day, your two house-mates decide to try and help you feel a little better - under one condition.

Please note that this scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut, unprotected sex, anal sex, master/sub, dirty talking, boyXboyXgirl, threesome, wtf i’m going to hell

It had certainly been a long, tiring day for you in terms of work and studies. Going home to your cosy, shared apartment was the only thing that kept you going throughout the day; the mere thought of kicking your shoes off and laying down in bed being enough to help you make it from your workplace to your car, and then eventually to your apartment block. You knew that tonight, you would have the place to yourself as your house-mates, Jaebum and Jinyoung would be out – bar hopping and pulling girls until the wee hours of the morning, so you could get a few hours of undisturbed sleep until then – which you were more than happy about.

You were so looking forward to the thought of having an empty place for one night, however; when you turned the key in the lock and opened the door to be greeted by the two boys watching T.V surrounded by buckets of KFC, you screamed internally as you let out an exasperated sigh – slamming the door behind you and causing them to both jump out of their skins.

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Cuts and bruises - Brian O'Connor

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Warnings: none

AN: This is my first Fast and furious fic so be gentle with me

You hadn't intended on falling for the man. It just happened, and quite literally too.

You would go to races as often as you could, marvelling at all that surrounded you. The life that you lived for, wanted. You could drive, and very well at that, but you didn't have a car and couldn't afford one. The job you had was barely enough to pay bills, but you still dreamt of everything you couldn't have as you watched cars race by.

The smell of smoke when a car’s tires would burn as it drifted on the tarmac. The sound of engines roaring, machines alive and wild as they revved. You wanted this life. One on the edge, the adrenaline rush of it all giving you something to look forward to.

It was at one of these races that you had met him. Blonde, blue eyed, fairy tale prince worthy; Brian O'Connor.

With the many people pushing forward to see Dominic Toretto and his crew, you were stumbling, a small body against the many, being pulled along with them as they pulled up. Busy keeping track of your feet, the noise of the cars, music, and cheering was almost too much, and before you knew it, you'd tripped. Tumbling forward you were out of the crowd but not in the way you wanted to be. Almost regaining your balance, you thought you'd saved yourself from embarrassment but one final shove from a stranger sent you flying again, out toward the ground.

The rough surface scraped your knees and hands, your bare arms copping some cuts as you landed on your side with a smack. A string of "ohhhs!" Rang from the crowd and without looking up you flipped them off.

Pushing yourself up from the ground you could feel the warmth of a hand on your arm. It was the hand of a man, palm soft but fingertips calloused from hard work. You shrugged them off as they tried to help you, running your fingers over your scraped hands as you made your way back to the crowd. Some people looked at you, but most had moved on, eyes fixed to the cars and drivers before them. Staying in the front row looking from person to person you spotted Dominic Toretto, smile wide with a girl on his arm. You knew her too. Letty Ortiz, Dominic's girl. And then there was him. Staring straight back at you, someone you hadn't seen before. Blonde, handsome and looking your way.

It shocked you when he mouthed words and you turned, looking to either side of you for someone that might know him. When you looked back, he was smiling. It was a beautiful smile directed your way and he mouthed the words again. This time you caught them.

'Are you okay?'

You pointed to yourself still unsure and he nodded, the amused grin still on his lips. He was talking to you. Sending him a thumbs up you were careful not to let your fingertips press against the cuts on your palms, trying to smile back through your embarrassment. He mouthed something you couldn't read before his attention was turned to a hand on his shoulder. Dominic Toretto was by his side whispering words into his ear. You wondered what they were.

-

"Someone called O'Connor. He's one of Toretto's boys" The voice was gruff and well suited for the man as he turned his attention back to the race now beginning. You did the same.

Not long after that, the races begun. Bets were being thrown around for who would win, cash going all over the place. You wished you had that kind of money to spare. If you could pull a hundred out of your pocket it would be a miracle. The people always went insane when the races started up, the revving of the engines excited everybody, you included.

Two cars were pulled up next to each other, a sign that a race was ready to begin, and you turned to the man next to you. You recognized the red car from a race a month before but the Gray and blue skyline wasn't one you remembered seeing. Tapping the man on the shoulder you asked him who was inside.

The cars roared as they raced down the road, the smell of burning rubber filling your senses as people shouted encouragement knowing full well, the drivers couldn't hear them over their engines. It didn't matter. It was the spirit in the people here that you loved too. How passionate they were about street racing, just like you. You cheered as well, and soon the cars came back around, nearing the finish line. The red Camaro was in the lead, but you knew they wouldn't win. The driver in the Skyline waited a few seconds and he seemed too far behind, but you knew he had something under that hood. He was one of Toretto's boys. How could he not?

There was a loud revving and the skyline sped up, passing its opponent, and leaving a trail of smoke in its wake. Everyone rallied as the car drifted over the finish line and people handed their money around. You moved forward clapping as the driver got out of his car. It was him again.

People clapped him on the back, and he smiled brightly at all of them, shaking their hands and bumping their fists. Toretto's crew came up behind him too, giving him playful shoves. His eyes scanned the crowd as he took in the applause and you wondered how that must feel. To win a race. To have people cheer for you like some kind of hero.

And then it happened. Those blue eyes on yours again bringing you in and asking you a million questions with just one look. You smiled at him and let out a loud "whoop" to which he smiled brighter.

-

The night dragged on further with more races and more betting. Each race was different from the next and you didn't want to miss a thing but, as a figure walked up beside you, hands in his pockets watching the race, you knew distractions were in store.

"You race good!" You shouted over the roar of the engines, still watching the cars in front of you whilst you spoke. His body shifted as he shouted back "Thanks".

There was a silence between the two of you as the cars came over the finish line and you yelled out praise loudly to the winner. You couldn't see it but the man beside you smiled. When the noise died down you turned to face him.

"So, you just going to stand there, or are you going to say something?"

He let out a chuckle before nodding his head in the direction away from the crowd. It was weird to say you had no hesitation in following as you walked with him toward his car, but in truth you didn't. There was something trustworthy about him, in his eyes. You watched him closely as he approached the car and lent against it, so comfortable and calm before you slowly you circled the vehicle, taking in every part of it and looking back up to the blonde.

"She's pretty".

He nodded in agreement "Yeah she's a-"

Cutting him off you smirked "Nissan Skyline GT-R R34. Yeah, I know"

He seemed shocked but laughed it off as he watched you inspect his car with interest. "You know your stuff".

You raised your eyebrows still checking his car, crouching, and observing the wheels as he observed you. "More than just a pretty face I guess".

Straightening up you locked eyes with the blonde again. The hair, eyes, smile. He was cute to say the least and you had to resist the urge to stare. He was looking at you too, but you couldn't decipher what he was thinking. There were so many things that could be running through that pretty blonde brain and you tried to avoid the thought of him judging you.

"So, where's your ride?" His voice was sweet like honey. A sound you would love to hear every day.

"I don't have one" You admitted feeling embarrassment creep through your body as the words left your mouth. Biting your lip, you took your gaze away from him, looking back to his car longingly once again in the hopes he didn't see how much the statement affected you. Everything in you begged him not to ask why but without words it wasn't that simple and soon, the question left his lips.

"Why not?"

Pressing your lips together tightly your heart ached at the truthful answer you thought over telling him. Maybe a lie would work best but then again what was the point?

"Can't afford one" You muttered, running your hands over the roof of his car. It was smooth to the touch and cool in the night air.

"What's your name?"

His question startled you, having not been ready for such a quick change in topic. You thought the conversation over your lack of vehicle would have gone on longer, but you were grateful it didn’t, and you had a suspicion he knew that.

Looking up at him you extended a hand "Y/N Y/L/N".

The blonde grasped your hand with a smile "Brian O'Connor"

-

There was something about you that Interested Brian. He liked the way you talked, the way you acted, the way you brushed yourself off after falling out of a crowd. He liked how you would get confused every time he looked at you, as if he should be looking at someone else. You were smart and he liked that too. What it was about you that had drawn him your way was the one thing he couldn't figure out, but he was glad that little magnet whatever it was, had done just that.

-

You spoke for a while, leaning against his car as the night grew colder. The both of you laughed over little things and you kicked the gravel at your feet, seeing how far you could make the small rocks fly. You took turns in naming cars you wished you could own and things you wished you could do. Until the sirens came.

People began shouting, rushing to their cars as the police sirens grew louder, and you cursed scattering with the rest of them until a car pulled up beside you. It was Brian.

"Get in"

"No, it's okay" You scanned your eyes around the surrounding area for an escape and Brian honked his car horn. You jumped at the sound and turned back to him.

"Get in".

-

As soon as you were in the car Brian sped off, eyes focused on the road ahead. He knew the risks of waiting for you and Dom would probably scold him later for it, but he couldn't leave you alone without a car or form of escape.

The time you'd spent arguing had given the cops an advantage, many of them already in attempts to block your way out. You felt a sudden wave of panic for putting Brian in this situation, but he didn't seem to see it as a problem, not slowing down at all as he raced toward the patrol cars. He swerved between them without a second thought, shifting gears faster than you could register and leaving the officers in the dust.

You couldn't help the whoops and cheers that your left lips as Brian turned the corner, cops off your tail for good. It was thrilling and hard to describe, a warmth filling your body as you drove down the street with the blonde by your side. Looking over with a laugh you saw a grin plastered on Brian's face and had no doubt the same look was on yours.

"Go faster!" You urged still laughing as you tapped on his seat like a child unable to contain your excitement. He didn't seem to mind and obliged, a chuckle leaving his lips as you cheered for him. You laughed some more, and he laughed with you as you raced down the street together.

-

"Eyes on the road speedster" You teased as you caught the blondes gaze on you in the rear-view mirror. He couldn't help but stare, you intrigued him, and as you took your eyes away from his, he was watching you again.

"Pull over here" you pointed to the side of the road and he obeyed, the thrill of the night still glimmering behind his eyes as you thanked him. He didn't seem to grasp the meaning of your thanks, until you reached for the door and it hit him that you were leaving. "Wait, where are you going?" His voice filled with question made you turn, just slightly as you opened the door.

"Home. I can walk from here". He grabbed your arm, and you recognized the touch, smiling just a little as you twisted around, eyes on the blonde.

"You were the one that tried to help me up, weren't you?" You asked and his chest lifted as he tried to suppress a laugh. "Yeah, I thought you knew that".

Shaking his response off you opened the door and stepped out, his words following you as you did "You sure you don't want a ride?".

"Yeah, I just met you, you could be a serial killer for all I know. I'm not showing you where I live".

He laughed at that; a sound so genuine it sparked something inside you "A friend once told me something similar".

You frowned leaning in the car window "That's not comforting at all".

"Don't worry, if I were to kill you, I'd do it on the third date" He grinned hands on the wheel and your heart skipped a beat.

"So, this was a date?"

"If you say so".

Rolling your eyes, you waved to him, stepping away from the car.

"Bye Brian".

You took no more than three steps after you turned away from him and his ride before stopping. He'd done something to you. To your heart. Maybe it was just the way he looked like price charming, or maybe it was more. His voice. The way he spoke to you like you were more than just an object to hang off his arm. He was kinder than most you'd met. Maybe he was just trying to butter you up, and if he was it was working because you spun on your heel and made your way back to the car.

Brian hadn't expected you to come back, but he didn't drive off right away. He watched you pause in the street and he watched you turn, making your way back to him. Opening the passenger side door, you leant in, knee on the passenger seat and kissed him on the cheek.

It was sudden and short, but Brian enjoyed it nonetheless before you got out and closed the door, tapping the side of the skyline with your palm. "Take care of this beauty".

He simply nodded a smile tugging at his lips as you walked off into the dark of the street.

-

When Brian made it back to Dom's he sat in his car, reminiscing the events of the night. How simple everything had been. Like hanging out with an old friend despite not knowing more than the casual conversations you'd shared had offered him. Opening the driver’s side door, he stepped out into the cool night air, a gust of wind catching a small piece of paper and blowing it out of his car. Catching it mid-flight he looked down at the paper, slightly crumpled from his tight grasp on it. Small writing in dark ink held the words:

Call me?

With a number underneath.

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Whatever you do DON’T IMAGINE:

Their hands grasping at your thighs.

Their head between your legs.

Them looking up at you through their eyelashes with a smirk but still with a slight blush because they honestly think you look amazing.

And definitely don’t imagine your hands through their messy hair and the slight moan they give when you tighten your grip as they kiss your inner thigh.

Just didn’t imagine it, because it’s been messing me up for days.

Jinyoung (M)

Jinyoung look down at you as you stubbornly sat there, pouting with your arms folded across your chest.  “Yah, Jagi..” He cooed, kneeling in front of you; his fingers grazing your thighs. “Why are you being so bratty today babygirl?” 

~ Though you had no real reason to act like such a brat, you decided to do so anyway. All to day you refuse to do basic chores he had given you; you refused to do anything he told you to, just because you wanted to. It was fun pushing his limits, you enjoyed punishments because in the end he’d always give into what you wanted. ~

You stayed silent, shrugging in response to his question as you avoided eye contact with him. Suddenly he brought his hand up to your face, roughly gripping your lower jaw- forcing you to look at him. “You know how Daddy feel’s about his little girl being a brat don’t you?” He sternly asked as you saw that familiar intimidating dark glint in his eyes. 

Again, you stayed silent- but nodding in response to his question.  “Not uh.” He lowly growled, tightening his grip on your jaw, “Use your words babygirl.. You wanna act like a big, tough girl, right?” He asked with the slight tilt of his head, “Answer me like one then.” 

“I don’t care..” You softly huffed, grasping his forearm, “Let me go, Jinyoung.” 

Just as you finished stating your request, he practically threw you onto the couch, immediately climbing on top of you. He then released your jaw, shoving your head back into the cushion as he wrapped his fingers around your throat, “You’re really testing me today aren’t you little girl?” He snarled, leaning down closer to you- his face now inches from yours. “Do I have to remind you who you belong to Jagi?” 

A bratty little giggle flowed out of you, “Hmm..” You purred, separating you legs a tad more for him, “Maybe~” 

Jinyoung eyed down at your lower half, a smug grin painted across his handsome face as he peered back up at you. “Oh is that what you want, kitten?” He snickered, using his free hand to slowly travel down to your heated core. Pushing your skirt up your thick thighs, revealing your pastel colored panties. “So pretty..” He whispered, his fingertips lightly trailed up your soaked panties, “Always so ready for Daddy aren’t you, babygirl?” 

Biting your lower lip, an airy giggle escaped your lips as you nodded, “Of course, Daddy.” Bucking your hips up to meet each gentle soak he made drew out a soft chuckle from him.  “Do you want me kitten?” He asked in a seductive purr, placing more pressure on your hardening clit. You answered him with a delicate whimper and a shaky nod.  “What did Daddy tell you before, little one. Use your words.” 

“Yes, Daddy..” You replied in a velvety hum, your whines gradually became louder as he put your panties to the side all while continuing his delicious onslaught. “I want you so badly.”

Biting his lip, he intently watch you melt from the pleasure- Oh how he loved watching you relax; becoming undone beneath him.  “But kitten..” He replied slowing his pace, “You were being so bad. Why should I reward you for acting like a little brat?” He snarled, pulling his fingers away from your wanting flower. 

Pouting, you whined in protest, “B-But Daddy..” 

“But Daddy..what, princess?” He asked, that pompous grin returning as he tilting his head from side to side.

“I really, really, really want you Daddy..” You whimpered, giving him some of your self proclaimed famous aegyo. 

“Yeah..” He retorted with a snide chuckle, “I can tell..” He teased as he looked at his well coated fingertips, then down to your soaked panties. “But why should I give me little slut what she wants?” He asked again, using different words this time. “Tell me why you deserve to cum, princess, and I just might feel generous enough to let you..” 

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Word Count: 2835

Warnings: Blood (In later parts), Smut (in later parts)

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