Top Fuel Dragster racing is the form of racing where a vehicle accelerates up to 4g along a mile strip, reaching speeds upto 570 kilometres per hour (335 mph) and finishing the
305 metre (1,000 ft) runs in (3.5-4.0) seconds.
The way that a simple wheelie works is that:
If the torque applied by the engine placed on rear axle is greater than the torque exerted by the vehicle at the center of mass, the front end of the bike/car will rise.
If you don’t have an engine powerful enough to do a wheelie, having some friends to volunteer as sources of torque works too !
Now a blowover is not primarily caused by the immense torque exerted by the engine.
A blowover is the flipping of a car, due to air sweeping underneath it. This creates an aerodynamic lift which blows the car over.
If a vehicle is traveling at 200mph , the vehicle must only be pitched up a 3 degree angle to initiate the blowover.
And then came along wheelie bars which completely stopped this from occurring. The wheelie bar ensures that the car does not flip under high torques and speeds.
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader ◇ genre: angst and fluff (but mostly angst) ◇ word count: 22.293 ◇ warnings: implied sex, alcohol mention ◇ author’s note: this is an AU based on the movie ‘seeking a friend for the end of the world’. you can read this story without having watched it first. just letting you know that it follows the main ideas of the original plot, though the story is not exactly the same. :)
≪…the urgent media call NASA is holding just revealed the unfortunate results of several failed missions that have been carried out in secret for more than six years…≫
≪…the asteroid named Golevka is sixty miles wide, and travels at roughly one hundred fifty miles per hour. It was supposed to slip past our planet in a few weeks, but it is now revealed that its orbit has shifted and it is now headed straight to Earth…≫
≪…the scientists were not able to find a feasible solution. They have called it an ‘imminent tragedy’ with zero chances of survival…≫
≪…the impact risk is at one hundred percent, and our life as we know it has only three weeks left.≫
She stood at the dresser, heels kicked off to the side and her dress half way unzipped. She was finishing taking her hair down, pin by pin. She noticed Harry standing in the door way. His bow tie untied, hanging from his collar, his shirt almost all the way unbutton but still tucked into his trousers and bare foot. He watched her closely. She’d gotten him all kinds of worked up through the night. Not that she meant to. She rarely meant to but he just loved the way she looked in her dress. Looking so prim and proper beside him.
His tongue darted from his mouth for just a moment, wetting his lips before he spoke. She glanced over at him and felt her skin heating from his gaze. She knew what was about to happen but he loved her surprised looks when he threw her to the bed or kissed her hard. She went back to her own image, trying to ready herself for bed. Harry came up behind her, kissing down her neck lightly. She tried to contain a sigh as his hands slithered over her hips to her abs. His fingers dug into her satin covered flesh for just a moment. Harry’s strong hand slid down her thigh, making his intentions clear.
“They have no idea.” Harry whispered in her ear. She lifted her eyebrow as she watched him entwine her in his embrace. His lips skimmed up her soft neck, “They have no idea what you do to me.” He clarified. “They way you stare out over the auditorium with that little red painted pout. Asking me to kiss you, to devour your lips with mine.” He murmured against her ear as he swiped his thumb over her bottom lip. “The way you cross your legs like your hiding a little secret.” He smirked gliding his hand up her dress between her thighs. “They think that you’re so polite and adorable. They all thought that you were the good girl the way you hung off my arm. With the way that you stood there taunting me with your hips and those legs. They thought you were the perfect woman.” She chewed on her lip as he spoke to her. He was creating a fire within her. He knew it with the way he smirked and said, “But there is one thing that they don’t know. That they’ll never know.” She looked into his piercing green eyes through the glass. “They’ll never know what I do to you when the doors are closed. They’ll never know how you scream and the dirty things you say when I’m inside you, making you regret looking so proper and perfect.” Harry smirked even more feeling her melting against him. “They never would’ve guessed what I am about to do you to.” Harry whispered, making sure his lips brushed her ear and his breath rolled over her skin.
Harry grabbed her by her waist and tossed her onto the bed. She laid on her back, staring up at him, eager for him to make another move. She loved these moods of his. She loved the way he was demanding and ferocious. She loved the way he asserted himself and made her turn into a burning mass of desire. Harry knocked his knuckles against her thigh, signaling for her to spread her legs. When she did so without hesitation, he smiled.
“My baby knows what she needs now.” Harry snickered, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled it off her with no resistance. He tossed the pricey garment to the floor like it was a rag. Harry bit his bottom lip to see she had on no bra and no panties. “Bad girl.” He chuckled leaning over to place a chaste kiss on her. She bit her own lips and reached for his shirt. She pulled his shirt from his trousers and finished unbuttoning it. Harry threw that to the ground as well. She sat up and grabbed the button of his trousers. Harry happily let her unbutton and unzip the pants then drag them down to the center of his thighs. Without a moment’s noticed she had her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking. Harry groaned and buried his hands into her perfectly curled hair. “God they have no fucking idea what you do to me.” He hissed, feeling his now engorged cock hitting the back of her throat.
After another moment, Harry pulled himself from her mouth. He pushed her down onto the bed roughly, but not to hurt her. He removed his trousers quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time. When Harry crawled back onto the bed, between her legs, she smiled up at him, ready for whatever he was about to do to her.
“Do you want me, baby?” Harry asked her teasingly, lining his cock to her soaked cunt. She nodded slowly, he bottom lip between her teeth once again. She whimpered when he pushed just the tip inside. “Tell me.” He smirked when she whined as he pulled out. She stared at him with wide eyes. This game was new. He stuck just the tip in again, a whimper falling from her red painted lips. He pulled out, “Tell me you want me the way I’ve wanted you all night.” She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t get the words out. She was to preoccupied with him teasing her with the tip of his huge dick. “Baby.” He teased again, it evident in his tone as well. Finally, she got fed up with his games. She sat up then pushed him to the side, making him land on the bed, on his back. She swung her leg over his hip in the most seductive way he’d ever seen. She sunk down on his cock with a heavy sigh.
“I want you.” She moaned as she began to rock her hips slowly. Harry struggled to breathe for just a moment because of the speed of events. “I want you.” She panted again. Harry brought her torso down to meet his. He meshed his lips to hers passionately. It was an interesting turn of events but he loved it. He gripped her hips tightly, to keep her where she was. He began to thrust upward quickly and with force. She cried out loudly into his neck and twisted the sheets beside his head. She tried to lift her hips to ease some of the pressure but Harry just held her where she was. Harry grunted lowly and in rhythm with his thrusts. He was giving it his all. She was going to be screaming his name. No one knew that his perfect princess of a wife could turn into a temptress with a salacious mouth. He wanted that side of her to come out. He loved it. He thrusted harder when she made that delightfully familiar squealing sound. She was about to come. Harry slammed her mouth onto his as he released one of her hips to caress her clit. She broken the kiss with a string of screamed profanities. Harry smirked and flipped them so she was pinned underneath his body.
“Are you ever going to act like that again at an award show?” He asked her with a deep and dominating tone.
“Every fucking time.” She replied with a smirk of her own. Harry slammed his still rock hard dick into her again, eliciting an earth-shattering moan from her lips. He felt his insides waver at the sound. Harry took her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. He pounded into her with force and speed again. Her moans and panting breaths were driving him closer to his own release but he loved playing with her like this. Harry was a bit shocked when she was able to free one of her wrists from his grip. She let her fingers dance down Harry’s side lightly, creating a trail of sensitive skin behind. He smiled gently at her when she gripped his rear. She smirked up at him before giving him a firm swat right on his ass cheek. Harry meshed his mouth to hers fiercely, biting her bottom lip to show his dominance. She screamed out another list of profanities as her insides clenched around his cock. Harry biting her lip had driven her over the edge. She laid shaking underneath him as he still drilled her with everything he had. Another orgasm coursed through her soon after, her body not being able to handle his strong thrusts and intense speed any longer.
Harry’s body grew weak and he started to moan louder. She moved her hips with his trying to bring him to his climax. His thrusts grew uneven and he couldn’t contain it anymore. His legs tensed and his dick twitched inside her. He groaned loudly and lustfully as he came, filling his wife with every ounce of his desire. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted from fucking so hard. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair. She kissed his shoulders and neck tenderly. Harry lifted himself from her body after just a moment of laying in her arms. He fell to the bed next to her. She smiled as she looked at her husband. His hair was a mess, sticking to his face because of how sweaty he was, but she loved it.
“Ever going to act like that at an awards show again?” Harry asked her with a knowing smile.
“Every fucking time, baby.” She replied with the same smile. Harry pulled her into his arms again. She rested her head on his chest and stroked his sweat soaked skin lovingly. They laid in silence for a long while, just listening to and feeling each other breathing.
“I’m going to have a bruise on my ass.” Harry laughed kissing his her hair lightly.
She looked up at him with sweet, tired eyes, “Sorry, honey.” She then stated, “My lip is bleeding a bit. I can taste it.”
Harry pecked her sweat covered forehead, “Sorry, love.” He then placed his mouth over hers. She moaned slightly when he began to caress her bottom lip with his tongue and suck on it gently, trying to ease the almost non-existent pain. “Maybe next time, we shouldn’t get so carried away.” He murmured backing away.
She shook her head with a smile, “Where’s the fun in that?” Harry smiled as well, not so worried that he’d been too aggressive toward her. “But next time…” She began. “I get to tell you how I feel about you watching me the way you were. All sexy with your bow tie and shirt undone.” She stated with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
Harry smirked, “Why wait?” She grinned as she sat up and he knew that he was in trouble.