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cherrybyunss · 2 years

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34+35 Pt. 1

Ship: Park Jisung (NCT) x female reader

Word Count: ~4.7k

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talking, Oral (M and F receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation(?), Protected Sex, Riding

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“I haven’t slept in like five fucking days.” Jisung said, almost screamed so you could hear him over the music blasting in the clubhouse.

“Now why would you do that.” You screamed back.

Jisung did look sleep deprived, but rather than tired or sleepy, he looked high. It was almost amusing. But you reprimanded him anyways.

“You have to take care Jisung.”

“Fuck it, I wanna get wasted.” Jisung said, and turned around before you could even react.

“Hey!” You followed him.

The night was arguably the hottest in a while. Everyone around you was dancing and smoking and drinking, and you were sure business was skyrocketing. You couldn’t exactly blame Jisung for not wanting to miss out.

But you kinda needed him to live.

“5 shots.”

And he wasn’t exactly looking like he wanted to.

Renjun looked at the younger from behind the bar counter and raised a brow. “Sung, you have to drive yourself home.”

You sighed. Glad for Renjun’s existence, always.

“Oh, come on! I already feel drunk without anything in my system, let me live it to the fullest.”

He gave Renjun a pout, and both of you sighed.

“He’s too sleep deprived to drive anyways.” You said, giving in eventually. “I’ll drive him.”

“Fuck yes.”

“On it.”

Jisung downed the shots one after the other. And maybe you were a little sleep deprived too, for you felt a mix of concern and speechlessness.

Concern from the obvious.

And speechlessness from the fact that he actually looked hot doing it. – with his hair falling onto his eyes, and his silver rings, the bracelet that Mark gave him, and really pretty neck on display, it was hard not to acknowledge.

You shook the thought away and cleared your throat.

Jisung placed the last shot glass back down and licked his lips. If his throat burned even a little, he didn’t let it show.

It was ridiculous how it made you go a little red in the cheeks.

Jisung looked at you, grabbed your wrist, and very concisely spoke. “Dance floor.”

Before you knew, you were on the dance floor, surrounded by people dancing, with Jisung’s hands going around your waist and meeting behind your back, closing you in, as yours found Jisung’s shoulders for stability.

You looked at him with slightly wide eyes, from everything happening too fast, and from him being that close.

But Jisung grabbed your hips and moved the two of you to the beat with a small smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate the contentment.

One thing about Jisung, was that he knew how to move.

And obviously he did, he was a professional dance trainer. But it showed even in drunk-dancing in the club. And it was hot.

He spun you around, and you let yourself get carried away with the music. You weren’t even drunk and yet you felt yourself have an amazing time.

Jisung closed the distance between the two of you, coming right behind you. And almost instinctively, you put your hand back on his chest, and swayed your way down against his torso, before turning back around, and bursting into laughter.

Jisung pursed his lips, trying not to smile, and failed, before he shook his head at you.

“You’re insane.” He spoke, judging from the way his lips moved.

And you beamed before grooving away with the music, with Jisung.

“I feel drunk.” Jisung said, as the two of you reached the parking in the basement.

“Sweetie, you are drunk.” You said, smiling.

“I’m not.” He said, and you nodded. But then Jisung groaned, throwing his head back. “This is insanity.”

You sighed, resisting the urge to call him out for complaining about the consequences his own actions. He wasn’t sober enough for it.

You unlocked and walked upto your Corvette, happy seeing your baby again. Opening the door to the passenger seat, you looked back at Jisung trailing behind you.

But Jisung paused in his tracks for a second, and looked over at you and your car, and then back at you again. And you just looked at the younger questioningly.

But Jisung came closer to you, and enveloped you in a hug, catching you completely off guard.

“Sung–” You spoke, but got cut off by the sound of Jisung pushing the car door shut again.

He sighed, sounding exhausted. And you mindlessly caressed the back of his head, where your hand had instinctively reached, still a little confused by his drunk demeanor.

He nuzzled in closer before bringing his hand holding the keys to his own car up where you could see it.

“Let’s ride in mine tonight.” He breathed.

And for something so seemingly harmless, you reckoned you turning red and almost losing your footing beyond ridiculous.

You thought his car was absolutely magnificent. Ferrari 458 had been one of the top cars in your list since the beginning of time, and it suited Jisung, way more than you could explain in words.

“We’re going too slow!” Jisung whined.

And you scoffed. What a cutie. “We are not. That’s your high talking.”

“Come on, y/n. I know you can do better than this.” He teased.

And you looked over at him with a raised brow and a smile you couldn’t help. “I’m not trying to.”

“Do it.”

“Ji.”

“I love you.”

And you sighed. You were weak for this man.

You looked straight ahead. And smiled. Drifting a Ferrari could be hard, sure. But you knew the roads by heart, and you knew what a car could and couldn’t do.

So you stepped on the accelerator, and let the baby race.

Jisung beamed when you guys picked up a dangerous speed. “Fuck yes!”

“Oh, wait for it.” You said.

As you neared the familiar turn, you checked the speed, smiled, and spun the wheel while applying throttle, steering the red beauty into a perfect drift, and Jisung hooted away.

You swore the trill was the same every single time. “Now we’re talking!”

And Jisung laughed in pure ecstasy. You laughed along, feeling the adrenaline color your cheeks a shade of red, as you continued to drive home in a sane manner now.

Jisung turned in his seat to face you, resting his head against the seat, and smiled away.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He spoke. “This was so fucking hot.” And let his eyes fall shut, still smiling in bliss. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You blushed a little, and laughed at the sheer endearment you had for the boy. “Go to sleep.”

“I wanna get another tattoo.”

You hummed. “Let’s go see Ten soon.”

“Mhm.” He spoke “I miss Yuta.”

You nodded again. “Let’s go see Yuta soon.”

“I miss you.”

You chuckled. “I’m right here.”

“Too far away.” He said, and you believed fell asleep right after.

Jisung had walked straight into his room as soon as you guys had entered the apartment, and you’d let him, in favor of doing some of the evidently remaining chores around the house.

But now you were done, and Jaemin was gonna be staying away for the night, and had asked you to just use his room. So you’d made yourself comfortable, and prepared to go to sleep yourself.

You knocked on Jisung’s door to check up on him, turning the knob and entering the dimly lit room slowly and quietly on receiving no response.

You looked over at the sleeping boy.

He’d taken off his shoes and his jacket, good thing.

You turned the AC on, walked over to him, and pulled the blanket over his sleeping figure.

You looked at his face and saw he still had the makeup on. You sighed, he was going to regret not removing it the next morning.

Jisung was handsome.

Pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty lips.

An image of Jisung downing the shots flashed in your mind and you shook your head.

The Jisung in front of you was adorable.

You reached out and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You smiled when you wanted to kiss the top of his head.

But Jisung caught you off guard when he slightly opened his eyes to look up at you admiring his pretty features. Your eyes widened as a deep blush spread across your cheeks.

Your eyes widened as a deep blush spread across your cheeks.

“Y/n.” He spoke, his voice hoarse.

“Uh, I–”

But Jisung cut you off by grabbing your wrist, removing the blanket from above him and with some unexplainable sort of force, pulling you into bed with him.

You froze.

Jisung maneuvered you such that your back was pressed flush against his chest, as his arm firmly circled your waist

And you would’ve sworn the world had frozen around you, if his breath falling straight onto the crook of your neck didn’t make your entire being shiver against him.

“Jisung–”

“Shh.” He cut you off in a low raspy voice, as his grip on your waist tightened, speaking right against a spot on your sensitive skin that made you want to squirm. “Go to sleep.”

But with the feeling of his breath hitting your skin making your breath hitch every time, you weren’t sure you could.

So you had to wait till he was asleep before carefully slipping out of his bed, and quickly getting into Jaemin’s.

That night, if you touched yourself to thoughts of Jisung so you could finally fall asleep, you’d never admit to it.

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You rang the doorbell and stood in the hallway, waiting for Jaemin to open the door, the mail he got delivered to your place in your hand.

You almost immediately started to reprimand the man for having you run errands for him for free, and tell him how he needed to treat you to fried chicken later, but stopped when Jisung’s figure appeared in front of you.

Oh.

“Oh, it’s you.” Jisung offered a small smile and moved away from the door, letting you in.

“Yeah, Jaemin’s mail.”

Jisung facepalmed, earning a laugh from you.

“Is he home?”

Jisung looked at you for a second before he replied. “No, I’m alone at home right now.”

And your heart skipped a couple beats at the choice and tone of his words, both of which you had your doubts were deliberate.

You remembered the dangerous last time you’d been there.

You tried to not let the memory fuck with you.

“Oh.” You said. Looking at the mail before handing it to Jisung. “Here you go then.”

Jisung took the mail and placed it on the centre table. “Yeah, I’ll let him know.”

“How long has he been gone? Did you eat yet?” You asked.

“It’s been a while. And I did eat a couple hours ago.”

“Instant noodles don’t count.” You deadpanned.

Jisung pouted.

“Oh my gosh, Ji.” You facepalmed. “I’ll make something real quick, you baby.”

“I’m not a baby.” Jisung spoke, firm, as you made your way into their kitchen.

“Sure.” You offered, before you walked over to the refrigerator to see if there was anything you could work with.

You finally decided on a cheese omlette sandwich, knowing Jisung would like it.

You carried the eggs to the counter and got a bowl to crack them open, smiling while you were at it. You really liked cooking for Jisung, more so than you did for anyone else.

But the smile disappeared into thin air when you felt Jisung’s fingertips travel down your arms, onto the back of your hands, and his back press against your chest, with a dangerous flash of last night. You took in a sharp gasp when it hit you.

Jisung was shirtless.

Fuck–

What the fuck was he doing.

“Ji…”

Jisung just rested his forehead on your shoulder first, and then sighed, intertwining his fingers into yours from above, and nuzzling into the crook of your neck instead.

And you felt a small wave of pleasure travel down your body.

“Hi.” Jisung whispered, in a voice you swore you’d hear in your dreams.

“What are you doing?” You said, your voice too frail to sound like you minded it at all. But maybe you didn’t, and that scared you.

Jisung lifted his head just a little, till his lips were barely trailing across your skin. And it felt like torture. “You don’t like it?”

You gasped when his breath hit the sensitive skin on your neck. “That’s not…”

Jisung lightly took the cloth adorning your shoulders between his teeth and pulled on it before he spoke, low again. “Then let me take this off and show you how fucking good your skin will feel against mine.”

What the fuck.

You felt your mind go haywire at his words. You knew what Jisung was doing.

On any other day, you would’ve laughed at any such attempt from him. – An attempt to show you he wasn’t the baby you thought he was.

But Jisung teased you again by letting his lips and breath linger over your skin begging to be touched, and there was no thinking straight anymore.

“Jisung, please just…”

Jisung let go of your hands in favor of making you shiver when his cold fingers found the warm skin of your waist under your loose crop top. “Please what, baby?” He whispered against your neck, his fingers slowly caressing the newfound skin and making you lean back onto him in desperation.

“Please touch me properly, Ji.” You managed to say in the middle of being a mess because of him.

And as if on command, his grip onto your waist tightened and he latched his lips onto the skin of your neck and sucked.

You threw your head back as you moaned. “Oh my gosh–”

Jisung didn’t stop sucking bruises all over your neck till your moans turned to whines, and you were running out of breath.

He broke away only to turn you around and pin you against the counter.

His lips met yours and he kissed you, like it’s all he’d ever wanted to do. He pulled you impossibly closer and kissed you like a man starved, and you squirmed into the kiss, your hands flying to his bare toned chest, not helping your arousal a bit.

You moaned when he dragged his tongue across your upper lip before sucking onto the lower.

Fuck, Jisung was hot.

Never breaking the kiss, he picked you up and pushed you onto the counter, before sending waves of pleasure up your body when he grabbed your hips and pulled you smack against himself. You squirmed as your legs went around where he was standing between them, and your arms, around his neck.

And strong.

As his lips trailed down your neck again, his hand cupped the other side of your neck upto where his fingers disappeared into your hair, earning a pleasured gasp from you, before he pushed your jaw up with his thumb, and sucked onto the sensitive skin with the newfound access.

Your felt your breath hitch.

“Jisung, this feels amazing.” You moaned.

He broke away, and looked straight into your eyes with something dangerously dark in his own, the stark contrast from his thumb gently caressing your jaw making you shiver. “I haven’t even started yet.” He breathed out.

And your fingers clutched onto his hair. God, you wanted him to.

You pulled him in, catching his lips with your own, the feat a little harsh, but perfect. For Jisung groaned, kissing you back just as fervent, as he moved his hands all over you, making your skin burn.

“Take it off.” You said, and as if he’d been waiting for the word, Jisung wasted no time pulling the top over your head, and diving back in to kiss you.

Your eyes fell shut as you moaned when Jisung moved down to your neck again, as you lustfully eyed, and traced with your fingers, the tattoo adorning his bicep. He’d been right. His skin felt fucking amazing against yours.

One of his hands went behind you, and he smiled against your skin when you gasped at the touch of his cold fingers against your bare back.

“Cute.” He spoke under his breath, unclasping the hook of your bra with a snap and you groaned.

Getting rid of the bra, he attached his lips onto one of your nipples, and sucked, as his fingers found the other, and you promptly threw your head back, your hands finding the counter beneath you for stability, and let out a shaky breath, clenching around nothing.

“Jisung, fuck.”

He swirled his tongue and flicked it against the swollen bud, and you moaned, the sound sinful even to your own ears.

He pulled away, looking at you with his eyes hooded and pupils blown. And you swore, shuddering, that it was the hottest thing you’d laid your eyes on.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He said, leaning in and capturing your lips once again, more gently, and butterflies-inducing-ly this time, and you squirmed at the feeling as your hands found rest on his cold, toned chest, fuck, and kissed him back, fervent.

You bit his bottom lip sucked on the swollen skin as your hands travelled down to his abs, and he took deep breath, and you could feel your brain going haywire by the second.

He took the bottom on your earlobe between his teeth, and hooking his fingers into the band of your shorts, “Can I?” he breathed against your skin.

Had someone tried to tell you that you’d be fucking Jisung on his kitchen counter a few weeks ago, you would’ve laughed in their face. But you were here, and Jisung’s voice, and his lips on your neck were taking you to the moon. And you didn’t remember the last time you’d wanted a man to fuck you this bad.

You slipped your fingers in his hair and pulled him away, before cupping his face and kissing him again.

“Yes.” You said into the kiss, and he kissed back harder than ever, before pulling away. And with you helping him by lifting your hips off the counter a little, getting your shorts off completely.

His fingers instantly found your clothes folds, eliciting a loud gasp from you when he rubbed the area with his thumb, his eyes fixated on you in a way you were sure left your panties soaked.

You about screamed when he increased the pace. “Jisung, fuck! Ah–”

“So hot.”

He pulled the wet cloth adorning your folds aside, and when his cold fingers found your clit and started rubbing circles on it, slow and first, and then at a pace that drove you insane, you threw your head back and let your moans become a free mess.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–!!” You screamed. “Jisung, please–!”

Jisung groaned at the sight before him, leaning in to drown your moans with his lips, fastening the pace of his fingers. “Please what, baby?”

“I–I’m gonna come!”

“Are you?” He breathed against your skin, making you squirm, and he scoffed.

His free hand travelled from where it was holding your thigh in place, to between your legs, before he let his fingers circle the entrance, and you whimpered from the added touch.

“Mmm” Jisung said, licking his lips, and when your eyes met, he had a sick expression of deep gratification that left you speechless. “This wet for me?” He said, before ramming his digits inside you, and curling them into your g-spot. “Cum for me.” He said, voice deeper than you’d ever heard before.

And the command was all it took for your orgasm to crash down onto you in waves. “Oh my gosh!!”

You screamed as you rode your high with Jisung’s help. And he hissed at the sight, kissing you again. “So pretty.”

You breathed heavy as he withdrew his fingers, dripping from your arousal, and one look at them had heat pooling in your stomach again.

You leaned in and took his long digits into your mouth, licking them clean as he watched you do it, his eyes trained on you unwavering, and hot as fuck.

His hands were so big, and his fingers so slender Fuck, you thought you’d come again.

Jisung took you by surprise when he pushed his fingers deeper inside, till they hit the back of your throat, and it sent a wave of pleasure down your body as you tried to gasp for air.

Jisung exhaled, withdrawing his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. And you wanted nothing more than to kiss him like you wouldn’t see daylight the next day.

Your hands went around his shoulders and he picked you up, his strength making you whine into the kiss, and carried you to his bedroom without ever breaking the kiss.

He let you fall flat onto his mattress as his knees hit its edge, and without wasting a second, he hooked his fingers into your panties and got them off, and brought his face near your heat.

He kissed the skin of your thighs, making you shiver, as you gasped when you realized what he was doing.

But he spread apart your folds and licked a stripe up your slit once, and then twice, before taking your already sensitive clit between his lips, and sucking as he swirled and flicked his tongue around, driving you insane from overstimulation, and you screamed.

Tears rolled down your face as he made you cum the second time that night, your hands in his locks, and back arched against the bed.

“Mmm!” You whimpered as you rode your second high out. And breathed heavy after.

Jisung came up, and hovered over you, before kissing you and letting you taste yourself once again, and you whined into his mouth from how filthy, and yet hot, the whole thing was.

He pulled away, and stood back up against the edge, and you sat up following suit, and never taking your eyes off his, let your hands trail down his abs, and his hip tattoo, which was driving you particularly crazy today, onto the waist of his jeans, and fiddled with the button.

“Let me take care of you now.” You blinked up at him through your lashes, gently palming his very apparently hard bulge. You half couldn’t believe yourself, but half, Jisung was the hottest man on the planet and you needed him.

Jisung sighed as he unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled the zipper down, giving you butterflies in anticipation. You gasped when he set his cock free.

Jisung was huge, and very hard. You looked up at him, and swore you saw a ghost of a smile on his face. He knew.

He gave his length a few strokes, as his free hand came to caress your hair, “Come on then, baby.” He said, holding himself in place for you use your mouth. “Make me feel good.”

You sighed at the command as placed a small kitten lick at the tip, before taking the head into your mouth, never looking away from where he was looking down at you with his lips slightly parted, and sucking as you swirled your tongue against the bottom.

Jisung took a deep breath as his hands caressed your hair still. “Just like that.” He said, and you felt the sound all the way down to your core.

You moved in further, attempting to take more of him in. And Jisung groaned, before holding your head in place, and ramming into your mouth.

You cried in ecstasy as he hit the back of your throat. You wanted more.

So you stilled, and let him fuck your mouth till tears formed in the corners of your eyes, and you fluttered them shut, letting the tears fall.

You opened them again when he pulled away, peering up at him questioningly as you wiped the tears and drool off your jaw with your thumb.

And he cupped your face, and leaned down to kiss you again.

“Let me fuck you.” He said, his face just centimeters away from you.

And you stared at him for a second, before letting your hands travel upto his hair, and kissing him like a woman starved.

When you pulled away, he pecked your lips one last time before travelling down to your neck, and leaving fluttering kisses on sensitive spots he knew all too well now. And you sighed at the pleasure.

“Jisung,” you said, and he hummed against your skin, before sucking onto a spot he’d missed marking the last time.

You took in a deep breath.

“I need you to fuck me.” You said, and he bit down onto your skin in response, eliciting a breathless moan from you.

He leaned away, stood back up, and looked at you with a dark, hooded gaze. You saw the lust you felt in the moment getting reflected in his eyes and you knew the sight would drilled into the back of your own for days to come.

He moved away, walking over to his bedside stand and opened the first drawer, and grabbing a condom.

In a sudden dominant urge, you bit your lip, and stood up, the feat significantly harder than it would’ve been on a normal day, and walked over to him, grabbing the packet from his hands, and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed as you stood in front of him.

He eyed you as you tore the packet and rolled the condom onto his length, before throwing your hands over his shoulders and straddling him.

His hands grabbed your waist in a tight grip as you bit down onto the bottom of his earlobe. “Let’s do it this way.”

You lifted yourself up a little, before sinking down onto his cock till he bottomed out, and you moaned and clenched at the delicious stretch it gave you.

“Fuck.” Jisung breathed out, his hands on you tightening. And you felt your sanity leave you a little, as you lifted your hips again, and let Jisung slam you back down onto him.

“Ah!” You cried in pleasure, and then again with the next thrust you felt.

Your moans became more frantic, and desperate as you fastened your pace, and you knew both of you were being driven over the edge by second.

Jisung attached his lips to your neck and you whined at the added pleasure as he groaned against your skin.

Your cries were ecstatic as you rode him hard, the grinds and thrusts, and his hands and lips on you making your vision go blurry in pleasure as you practically screamed.

“You know how much I wanted to fuck you in my car that day? Make you scream my name?”

Fuck. You whimpered at his words.

“You’re so fucking hot, y/n.” He said against your skin, as both of you panted in desperation.

“Jisung, I’m gonna come again!” You cried.

“Mhm.” Jisung said, staring up at you, “Cum all over my dick, baby. Show me how good it’s making you feel.” He growled, and slammed your hips down onto him hard, once, and then twice before you were grinding down and clenching around him and screaming his name as your third orgasm washed over you, pushing him to his own.

He kissed you as you came down from your high together, and you swore it was the most mind blowing orgasm you’d had in your life.

Jisung rested his head on your shoulder, still holding you close as both of you breathed heavy in bliss. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

And you let your head fall back and took a deep breath.

Jisung had most possibly just ruined sex for you forever.

“Tell me about it.”

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lattaeyongs-main · 4 years

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[ 7:39 p.m. ] streetracer!jaemin stands in front of the bathroom mirror, buttoning up a dress shirt he stole from the local mall and wearing slacks he dug up from the bottom of his closet. he chuckles to himself. he couldn't believe that he was skipping this week's race just to take you to the prom.

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fullsunalicia · 4 years

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addicted — LJN

worrying about your best friend has become a common occurence, but never has it broken your heart more than now - since you’ve long moved on from looking at jeno as a friend and now search in him a lover.

streetracer!jeno x reader

Lee Jeno hides all his secrets behind a pretty face and a crescent-eye smile.

It works beyond well, that’s why he uses it all the time. A picture-perfect son, the heir to the high position in his father’s million dollar company. Since Jeno has learned to walk, he has been taught to be flawless. Never do this. Always do that. Behave, look gorgeous, be dangerous. Your parents should always support your dreams, and his have done that all his life - up until Jeno turned eighteen, and all his job wishes have been thrown out of the window to prep him as the next-in-line CEO.

You’ve known the boy with the moon eyes all your life, have found comfort in the plump arms that have soon become stronger and encase you like a protective cage. Your families are closely connected, interwoven in businesses and loyalty. Just like your fathers did, Jeno and you have been childhood best friends since day one. It’s no wonder that when his dad first starts forcing him into the company properly, Jeno climbs through your window and not Jaemin’s to find advice and a little bit of cheering up. (God knows what Jaemin would’ve done with him. Weirdly, Na Jaemin thinks the solution to everything is alcohol.)

There was little resistance to his parents’ decision though. Despite the boy complaining for hours on end on that destined night in your warm bedroom, Jeno never once voiced any of them infront of his parents. Like a good son, he fitted into the role they wanted him to play, an even better actor. You and him have already attended thousands of galas and fancy evening parties, but the first time Jeno was announced to be the next company head, you weren’t the one accompanying him inside. His parents were.

Your arm had felt weirdly empty that night. Jeno and you never stray far from the other, the invisible tie between you both keeping you rooted at the other’s side. It didn’t feel right to ascend the stairs to the hall without someone cracking a bad pun beside you. The loss of a trusted hand in yours, fingers tightly interlocking as silent encouragement.

That’s why Jeno always takes you to his nightly races, even though you almost worry yourself to death at them. The ugly secret beneath the perfect facade. Lee Jeno craves the rush of the car thrumming to life below him, steering wheel beneath his fingertips, eyes on the horizon. In other words, he lives for the race. The very illegal, dangerous race.

The only danger to exposure of his illegal affairs are the days where soirées and race dates cross over, and Jeno either leaves the parties early or shows up late. You’ve spun so many yarns and tales to excuse him, to the point where even lying through your teeth is more succesful than the many myths you tell his parents when they ask about their son’s lack of attendance. How can you say no to a begging Jeno, though? How do you turn away from his crystal clear eyes, where honesty and love shine through like the sun breaking through storm clouds? It’s an open secret that you’re wrapped around Jeno’s pinkie. (L/N) Enterprises littlest princess, falling to another boy’s feet.

Jeno thinks it’s because of a live-long friendship. Everybody else knows it’s because Lee Jeno has made stars explode inside your heart and set it on fire, burning like embers in his palms.

That’s why you already groan when a grinning Jeno climbs through your window.

You move to close the window in his face, but your best friend has already stepped inside and wraps both arms around your waist. The tiny squeak you let out at that doesn’t seem to reach his ears, because he begins swinging you around like a child would their teddybear. “(Y/N)ie, please lend me a hand.”

“No.” You slap a palm to his chiseled cheek and try to push him away, but Jeno has always been stronger than you. An arm leaves your waist to stop your hand from assaulting a gorgeous face, and then Jeno drops you on your bed, eliciting a scream from you that he quickly smothers with a bear hug. He’s more clingy than someone else would expect of him, but it shines through once you get to know him better. Only his closest friends know that side of him. Well, there’s not any closer you guys can get.

Though you always dream of doing just that. Coming closer. So close that you can grasp his heartstrings to tie them to yours. Make a pretty little bow out of them, set them ablaze. A taste of the inferno he created inside you, sweetened by his smiles and softly spoken words.

Jeno’s pout always hurts. Not in a bad way, more like looking at the sun too long even though it’s the greatest thing in your life. You cover his face with your hands, not able to look perfection in the eyes. Jeno nuzzles into them like a cat would, channeling his inner Bongshik as he pecks your fingers and hums. It hurts. You can feel your heart snapping into two pieces inside of your chest, right below his own. Can he hear it? Is he even aware of the shards, the very thing he destroyed? Does he know?

“You didn’t even listen to my request. You know, if you hate me, you can just say it. I’m a big boy. I can handle it. I’ll only cry for like a minute or so, and then I’ll move on and destroy the altar I made for you in sixth grade.”

You snort so loudly it makes Jeno laugh aswell, and now you can’t stop him from peaking between your fingers. Warm hands cover your own and move them so they rest on his cheeks, so he can properly look at you. It’s intoxicating, intimate. In moments like these, you can never be sure whether your feelings are unrequited or not. “Would you really do that?” you ask him, fingers tracing his cheekbones, down to his jawline. Jeno moves his head so he can hide his face in your palm, breathing in deeply, his existence weighing heavier on you than his body ever would. Jeno is a piece of imagination, the prettiest idea an artist would ever think of. Surreal. Immortal. “After I sacrificed so many scrunchies for it? I’m still missing that pastel one, you know. You promised to keep it forever.”

“Well, maybe I’d spare the scrunchie.” The queen-sized bed creaks below Jeno’s muscled body, too heavy for a man his size. Dozens of kisses are placed all over your face before Jeno pulls back, grinning. “But only because it took so much convincing to get it from you.”

“Damn right, asshole. I loved that scrunchie.”

Your best friend only shrugs. When he moves off you, the light of the lamp finally hits you directly in the face again, and you blink several times to get used to its’ intesity. Are his shoulders that broad? Sitting up, you grab your water bottle to pour the contents into your mouth. Jeno makes himself at home, settling right in.

Why wouldn’t he? He practically lives here. If Jeno isn’t standing on the race track or sitting in his business lectures, he’s surely lazing around in your room, annoying the hell out of you. This is the room where Jeno first held you close after a particularly bad nightmare, the very first window he’s ever climbed through even though this house is gigantic, and where you’ve first tried to treat his broken hand after he fell of the window sill and vowed to never scale the side of your house again. (He lied - obviously.) The walls are plastered with polaroids reminiscing your childhood, your way to adulthood. It’s paved with first parties that involve alcohol, the bitter taste of heartbreak, the sweet remedy of movie marathons and tight hugs, and most important of all - friendship.

Of course there’s always Jaemin, the third addition to your little trio. But Jaemin has joined you both freshman year, wasn’t joined to Jeno’s hip since birth. He was pulled into the world Jeno and you live in, not born into it. Not the upper class life, not tainted by rude businessmen and plastic wifes. Jaemin is bewildered at the sneak peek he gains into your world through you both. Jeno and you are desensitized to it.

Jeno lets you run his fingers through his hair, freshly dyed. A dirtied blonde, the perfect color on him, even though you always swear his natural hair color is the best. Blonde weirdly seems to fit him. “What do you need from me, Lee? I’m busy.”

The snicker he lets out at that makes you punch his shoulder. Unbothered, he pulls at your fingers, satisfied when your knuckles crack. “I have a race today. I won’t be able to make it to our fancy get-together. I need someone to cover for me.”

“Absolutely not,” you deadpan. With one quick move, you’re off the bed, an uneffective attempt at eluding him. Jeno’s quicker than you, pulling you back with a silent grunt as he throws himself on you again. The heavy weight knocks the air right out of you, and you don’t even get to catch your breath as your best friends begins rolling around in the bed with you in his embrace.

“Please, please, please! I’ll make it up to you!”

“No!” You whine loudly, but the smack of Jeno’s lips against your cheeks is louder. Resisting is so hard when he acts so cute, missing your mouth just barely. The kiss he delivers to the corner of your mouth is dangerously close. Your breath hitches. “No, let me go, you damn blackmailer! Your parents won’t believe me forever.”

“Please, pretty please.” Jeno cups your face in his hands. It’s the one thing that makes you drop your weapons, forces down the protective walls to keep him out. Jeno already knows he won, but he keeps begging you, needs you to voice it. This is the sole thing he gets high on. Victory. The knowledge that someone is beneath you, putty in your hands. Jeno loves stepping out of his car after winning a race to laugh in his rivals’ faces, even though you know his “holier than thou” attitude is just an act. Jeno is way to sweet, too good to be like that. “Please, (y/n), for me. Can you do that for me?”

If Jeno knew. If only he knew that you’d do absolutely anything in the world for him with the flick of his wrist. Just to hear that boisterous laugh, the gorgeous, innocent smile that etches onto his lips. His crescent eyes.

You only nod.

— ❦ —

It feels wrong to clutch Jaemin’s hand instead of the one that has been guiding you since the very first step you took in this life, but nonetheless, you let Jaemin tug you inside the enormous building. His eyes are wide in awe, so unused to the glamour this fake world offers. You giggle and pinch his cheek, his sides, his shoulder, until he finally sets his eyes on you again and wraps you in a hug. “Thank you so, so much for bringing me, princess!”

“Don’t mention it.” You hum along to the melody playing from the speakers. Suprisingly, it’s not a classical piece, but a pop song for once, one you know and bob your head along to. People in long dresses dragging over the silken carpet and expensive suits roam infront of you, creating a stuffy crowd at the entrance that makes you sigh and lean your head against your friend’s shoulder. Jaemin is impatient to get in, his eyes still fixed on the jeweled chandelier.

It’s funny how Jaemin is so amazed at anything he sees. The only reaction you can muster is a yawn. It’s all a waste of money, the need to show off. You wish they’d show off by comparing donations to charities and good causes but sadly, not everyone can be like your parents. They place bets on who can donate more money, picking up more shifts at the office to gain enough to do so. Of course, there’s no use in denying that you are pretty wealthy. You can’t complain. Your house sometimes feel like a castle, for god’s sake.

But atleast you’re not blinded by greed. Love and respect flow throught these veins, gratitude, passed onto you by a family that used to be so poor and run-down that the daily life consisted of surviving on the streets. You’re what these stuck-up people call “new money”.

Jaemin plays with your fingers while he waits. His eyes glitter with curiosity. You know he’s dreaming of a glass of expensive champagne while he twirls either you or Jeno around the dancefloor, and you giggle at his sweet appearance. The boy grins and turns to face you. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I think you’re being pretty cute right now.”

“Only right now?” Jaemin juts out his lip in fake disappointment. “I thought I was cute all the time. What a way to bring me down, princess.”

“Oh, shut it.” You roll your eyes and take charge, pressing on forward since you’re tired of waiting. The guard knows you and your family, only nodding as you as Jaemin and you pass him. You try to ground yourself in the here and now, but your mind keeps racing about the endless possibilities of what could happen to Jeno. You dream of burning cars, out of control vehicles sliding down the bride. Jeno, lifeless in the driver’s seat. Your stomach churns, your heart jumps - and then you breathe in deeply, trying to chase away all the bad thoughts.

He’s fine - he must be. Lee Jeno is the best driver in underground Seoul, his winning streak so notorious it attracts racers from all over Korea. He’s beat them all; Gwangju, Incheon, Daegu. It doesn’t matter who they are. It doesn’t matter how good they are. Jeno wins every time.

His parents swallow the little white lie you present to them, and they only sigh. Since Jeno has never rebelled against his career choice, they tolerate his little temper tantrums, as they call it. After all, they don’t know that their son tweaks engines in his free time, and chases the sweet taste of adrenaline as he surges through dark streets. Squeaky drifts instead of smooth, careful turns. The disgusting scent of motor oil and the unknown stuff racers like Jeno use to turn their cars into speed demons.

You’ve felt it. That high he craves, the forbidden pleasure of acceleration. You’ve sat in his cars plenty of times as he drives the last hundred meters towards his goal, joining into his loud laughter as he comes to a halt infront of a cheering crowd. He has the audacity to reach over and hold your hand, guides it to his lips to kiss it. Success in his eyes, in his blood. The world at his feet. You understand it, but it doesn’t make you accept it.

You love Lee Jeno too much to let him drive peacefully. God knows how many nights you guys have spent arguing and yelling at each other, just for Jeno to pick you up, drive to the edge of the town and count the stars. Name them, rearrange them into different constellations. Love declarations in a language only you guys can understand, ever since Jeno’s father taught you how to read the sky. Apologies that barely mean anything, because the next morning, Jeno is already scouring the internet for new races. But it’s not only apologies you remember, but lovingly spoken words, aswell, coaxed out by a drop of wine too much. You can still hear Jeno’s voice, loud and clear, even though he whispered into your ear.

“There’s a star constellation I’ve named after you, because it’s one I’m able to see while I race. You watch over me always.”

There’s also one you named after him, but you’ve never told him. It’s Orion’s belt, clearly seen from the window in your bedroom, reborn as Lee Jeno.

When you finally return home, high heels in your head, you turn on the light in your room to the sight of said man sitting on the edge of your bed, staring out the window he entered through. You often leave it open for him, though today you just forgot to do so as Jaemin had spammed your phone with messages to finally come down. Jeno’s face is wiped clean of expression, so unusual to the boy you fell in love with.

Jeno opens his arms. Though he still hasn’t looked at you, you get the clue and walk towards him, cradling his head in your hands as his arms come to rest on your waist. He pulls you closer, so close he rests his chin on your tummy and finally looks up to you, the stars in his eyes like paint on a canvas. “What’s wrong?” you whisper, afraid to set him off.

For a very long time, the man you call your best friend doesn’t answer. It’s like speaking to a ghost. Physically there, and at the same time, on another plane of existence. Unable to interact with the world. He splays his hands over your naked back, buries his face in your dress as his shoulders tense. He’s angry. Very, very angry. Jeno never relaxes as you caress the back of his head, bowing over him as if you could protect it from the rest of the world that way. Shielding him.

If you could, you’d lock Lee Jeno in your room and keep him there forever. Just you, him and the stars. The silver clouds matching the moon, who knows all your secrets and has been keeping them for the better part of a decade. The only witness for the love you feel in your heart for this man.

Jeno’s fingers start to dig into your skin. Needle-like pain, on the edge of your consciousness. “I lost today. I lost the race.”

Your breath hitches. “How much money did you bet?”

“I don’t care about the money, (y/n),” he hisses. As if he had burnt himself, Jeno moves away from your body and looks you straight in the eyes, pure fury looming like a dark shadow of the sweet boy he normally is. He’s a bad loser. Even though Jeno isn’t ill-tempered, things like these get under his skin just enough to make him seethe. “I lost because my car gave out and I managed to stop at the side of the road without causing an accident. Because I fucked up.”

The relief and shock hits you so suddenly that your knees buckle, and it’s a wonder Jeno manages to catch you. You’re placed on his lap almost immediately, the venom in his voice cast aside by the worries that flood him. His races are important to him, but the most important thing in Jeno’s life is you. “(y/n)? What’s wrong?”

“You had an accident?”

“No, I just said I didn’t.” Jeno shifts below you, now nervous. “I promise nothing happened, baby, I’m alright...”

You’re too suprised to react to the pet name your best friend let slip, instead clutching his shirt in your hands, pulling him closer. “Jeno, please, please,” you plead him, not even knowing what you’re asking for until you’ve spoken the words. You’re moving on auto pilot, not in control of yourself. “I’m begging you, you need to stop doing those races... It’s gonna get you killed... It’s gonna kill me.”

Your words fall on deaf ears. He pulls you into a tight hug, one that quiets your sobs as his shirt soaks up the tears streaking down your face. Like a baby, Jeno rocks you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you finally calm down. A routine that has been established years and years ago, when your tears were wasted on silly reasons like messing up a presentation in school or fighting with your parents. None of his sentences contain the promise for him to quit streetracing so you can sleep soundly at night, with him at your side. You’re the one addiction Lee Jeno can’t quit, sickly sweet ambrosia dripping down his lips when he brushes them over your skin. Your love makes him immortal. But you’re not the only thing Jeno can’t quit.

And that means no matter how much you beg him, Jeno will never turn his back on the race tracks.

— ❦ —

When you had first started how to ride a bike, it was your best friend on the sidelines who had been anxious, and not you. No, you had thrown your training wheels away after two short days, even though Jeno had spent hours trying to change your mind. Your heart was set on riding without them, the bravery flowing through your veins.

Jeno isn’t emotional. He doesn’t cry, nor does he have screaming fits when he gets angry. But when you had tumbled down from the bike he had deemed too high for you, hot blood running down your scraped knees, the boy had burst into tears, running inside to get you some band-aids and desinfectant. He didn’t stop crying until your knees were finally taken care of and you were safe in his embrace, tucked below his chin like his personal teddybear. Though you were reluctant, you had let him put on your training wheels again, giving him the pinky promise to never, ever to do that again until you were ready.

You wish you could do that. Shake Jeno’s shoulders and force him to promise to stay far away from those damned tracks. Why is it so hard to keep him off them? Why does he keep feeding into that addiction, when he never gains anything from it? Jeno doesn’t need the money reward, neither does he do it to impress others. It’s just him and the accelerator, foot pressed down on it, brake long forgotten.

It’s so hard to worry over someone who seemingly is never going to care about you like in a way that satisfies you. Like poison, your feelings for Jeno spread inside your heart, eating everything until there’s nothing left but the rotten shards inside your chest.

They’re piercing into your lungs. Drawing blood, contaminating it. You can’t breathe. Somehow, you don’t think desinfectant and a Hello Kitty band-aid are going to fix this.

— ❦ —

Apparently, the sight Jeno and you make is beyond funny to Na Jaemin. He giggles and laughs while Jeno tries to get your attention, unaware of the fight his best friends had nights prior, when Jeno’s car had betrayed him.

Jeno’s kisses scorch your skin, like a brand connecting you to him. As if your existence doesn’t already orbit around him, like the moon around the earth, a love not spoken out loud. You try to dodge him, but moving only means leaning closer into his embrace. So you hold still, jaw clenched, eyes looking anywhere but him. You’d look at Jaemin, if the bastard wouldn’t be having the time of his life.

“Everything alright, bubs?” Your blueberry haired friend asks, smirk etched onto his lips. He has ignored all your calls of help, because Na Jaemin is a snake who’s loyalty belongs to Jeno. He doesn’t stop your best friend from clinging to you like superglue, neither does he tell him off from whining. “You look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

You don’t answer. Your eyes narrow at Jaemin, seething below Jeno’s touch, but you fear that once you start speaking you’ll start screaming at Jeno for being such a gigantic idiot. The cars behind you roar to life, a race the boy clutching you is not gonna join. His own race is still a few rounds away, and he’s wasting all his time on you, the pouting, angry baby that refuses to get in the car with him. The one who’d rather steal his keys and toss them into the ocean.

When you close your eyes, you see Jeno, torn up at the side of the road. You shake your head.

“(y/n), please look at me,” Jeno pleads. His own voice is soft, such a contrast to Jaemin. It reminds you of the sweet little boy that used to fuss over you instead of the other way around, of training wheels and tearstained cheeks. When you don’t listen to him, Jeno uses force and whirls you around.

You stomp on his foot. Jaemin laughs.

The man affected though, seems unfazed. His fingers hold your chin so you don’t move away, but you wouldn’t have tried, anyway. When Jeno looks at you, everything in the universe comes to a halt - except for your heart. It jumps erratically, painfully almost; so quick it resembles a ticking bomb. You stay like this for a long time, Jaemin’s joke not reaching your ears. You don’t even notice that Jeno abandons your chin to caress your cheek, his touch like your own drug. The breath you take in is shaky.

The moment is ruined by your hungry third party, who tousles your hair to make you look at him. „I’m gonna get popcorn,” Jaemin comments, chuckling over his own joke. Nerd. You’d watch him leave if your gaze wasn’t locked on Jeno’s.

Finally finding in your eyes what he was looking for, Jeno stands upright and places his hands on your waist to pull you against him. You fall against his chest like a ragdoll, delivering a well-deserved slap to his shoulder, but like before, Jeno doesn’t react. “Why won’t you drive with me?”

“You know damn well why.” You try to step on his foot again, but Jeno pushes you onto the hood of his car and settles between your legs. The blood rushes to your cheeks in embarrassment, hot enough to rival the inferno your childhood best friend brought to life inside your heart a few years ago. “I want you to stop racing - for good. I’m tired of fearing for your life night after night.”

“But I’m good at what I do. Why would anything happen to me? You’re worrying over nothing.”

You ball your hands to fists. “Yes, you’re good. But your talent doesn’t have anything to do with an engine giving up on you. Your brakes not working anymore. Someone else not being talented enough to maneuver through these streets like they’re born for it, just to crash into the one who is. Your talent is not going to protect you from malfunctions, Jeno.”

He blinks. Mulls over your words, pondering over them - you see the wheels turning inside his head, know him by heart like your favorite book. Jeno and you are the same person, interlocked, two puzzle pieces slotting into one. “(y/n),” Jeno sighs, fingers digging into your sides. He bows his head. “God, (y/n), you drive me crazy.”

Your throat closes up. The air around you seems to have shifted, and you want to ask him what he means by that, but Jeno is already speaking again. “We’ll talk when we’re home,” he says. Your heart skips a beat, stutters, then picks up its’ pace. “I’ll even get some takeout from that chinese place you like so much. How about spring rolls?”

You want to complain. Yell, cry, anything. But at the moment, arguing with Jeno is like arguing with a wall. You nod your head, offering him your cheek to leave a kiss on it. As if to soothe you. Like some child that has to be fussed over.

What you didn’t expect is for Lee Jeno to angle your face upwards and kiss you, lips chasing yours as Jeno steps closer.

Your hands fly up to cup his face, gasping in surprise - meeting Jeno’s tongue as he uses the opportunity to curl the warm muscle around yours. This isn’t your first kiss, but in certainly seems like it, as your heart races thousands miles per hour. Fire meets gasoline, and you melt in his embrace, barely holding on to your sanity.

Breathless, Jeno parts from you. A string of saliva connects the both of you before he swipes his tongue over his lower lip, hands covering your blushed cheeks. “Thanks for the good-luck kiss,” he says, then Jeno is gone, helping you off the hood and getting into his car.

When Jaemin returns with his salty popcorn, your lips are swollen and your hair tousled.

— ❦ —

Jeno dislikes doing a race without you.

The passenger seat feels empty, lacking the warmth of the person living inside his heart. Your memory is embedded into his mind, a constant reminder of what is precious to him. You’re his sun and his moon, the only reason he ever attends those stupid evening parties. Nothing feels better than dancing with you, your warming laughter in his ear, sweet smile saving his day. It’s especially funny when you’ve had too much champagne, your loose tongue letting slip more compliments than when you’re sober. Compliments received from you are a killer ego boost, enough to make Jeno feel like on cloud nine.

Usually, you’d be sitting beside him and complain loudly, tiny hand encased by his own. Jeno likes drawing patterns onto the back of your hand and guess what it is, though he usually ends up leaving hearts. It’s cheesy, but it’s also his only way of expressing what he feels for you. Nobody knows that (l/n) (y/n) is the emperor of Jeno’s heart, ruler of his mind and soul - except for Jaemin, of course. It’s hard to hide something from two best friends.

Jeno’s lips still tingle from kissing you, makes him dizzy, distracted. He groans and leans his head back. There’s no time to waste, the race is about to start - but he knows, he knows if you’d ask him Jeno would give you eternity, without thinking twice about it, spend the rest of his life adoring the brightest star in his life, (y/n).

He’s looking at you right now as he gazes through the windshield, the real you and the constellations in the sky, twinkling and lighting the way for him. With you, Jeno is invincible. He doesn’t tear his gaze away once, not even when the flag girl counts down the seconds to the start, still entranced by the sight of you as he forces his foot down on the gas and hurls the car forward.

It’s a steady start, perfect almost. It would be if Jeno was able to look at over and look at your scared face, the beautiful, enthralling features he’s been memorizing all his life. The curve of your neck, your soft cheeks, warm beneath his touch. Jeno has seen a lot of beautiful things, enough to last him a lifetime, all the jewels in this world. But all of them pale in comparison to you. You, the only person in the world who can make Jeno the happiest man alive, just by gifting him your heart.

Lord knows you already have his. 3650 days and counting since Jeno has looked at you and never looked away. His love to you is like fuel in a motor, keeps him living, breathing. The only thing that rivals his love for the roads.

For the first time in years, though, Jeno’s love is put to a test as the opponent infront of him jerkily comes to a halt and doubles over, losing all control over car and life.

Jeno rips the wheel around. He only hopes it’s in time.

— ❦ —

Word travels fast. The many scouts placed over town ring the people who host the race, and rumors start to spread like wildfire. They’re dead, you hear them whisper, they must be. That part of town is the deadliest to have an accident on. There’s barely room to evade the other. That’s the challenge of finishing the race. They speak and speak, more nightmare fuel for the visions your mind overproduce, and you’re losing your mind.

Jeno doesn’t answer his phone. You call and call, but it sends you straight to voicemail, all your messages unanswered. Texts don’t go through. It seems like your best friend vanished from the face of the earth.

Life is such a fickle thing. With just one moment, everything can change. A ripple in the ocean of your soul, crashing against the shores. It’s more than just aging and experiencing. Living is leaving an impact, an affect of others, a big gigantic puzzle made out of your favorite colors and the people you have loved most. Every once in a while, you step back and look at it and you ask yourself - is this really what you wished for? Is this the life you dreamed of, or is it just the work of Arachne you’re looking at, the many colors of blasphemy and arrogance?

A long time ago, you came to the realization that you cannot live in a world without Lee Jeno. The boy with the crescent eye smile and his pink bandaids, his golden heart, an angel gifted by heaven itself. You can’t think, can’t ground yourself as your emotions spiral out of control. They merge with all your memories of the soulmate you found in a sea of people, the one who guided you into this world and who’s going to accompany you out of it. That’s the plan, that was the plan, until Jeno sat behind the steering wheel and threw away his life for the adrenaline rush his races provide.

You can’t even hear Jaemin speaking into your ear. He begs you to look at him, to calm down. Nothing’s confirmed yet. For all you guys know, Jeno could be far away from the place where the accident took place. Maybe he’s driving here, peacefully unaware of the chaos that is happening on the streets. Ignorance is bliss, sometimes, and you wish you would’ve never found out about the stupid rumors circulating at the starting point.

If only you stepped into the stupid car with him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Jaemin tucks you beneath his chin and hugs you close. No matter what he says, he can’t reach you anyways. That’s why he resorts to holding you close, pulls you down on a bench and hides you from the rest of the world, the reality in which maybe Jeno left you and Jaemin behind.

“(y/n),” your friend gasps, shaking you. Disoriented, you look up. Your eyes feel swollen, pricking from the amount of tears that have leaked from them, your face sopping wet. Jaemin forces you on your feet. “(y/n), look. Look!”

The crowd parts to make way through a racer - your racer. You break free of Jaemin’s embrace and start running. Jeno meets you in the middle, enclasping both arms around you and pulling you against him so tightly you’re barely catching your breath, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s here. Here, and alive. Jeno’s heart pounds in his chest, below your trembling fingers. He puts a hand over your own, holds it softly, guides it to his face. “I’m fine,” Jeno finally says. “I’m fine, baby, please look at me. Everything is alright. I’m here.”

“Oh my god,” you sob, then again: “Oh my god. I thought I lost you for a moment, don’t you dare ever do that to me again! Do you understand, Lee Jeno? Never!”

Jeno has the guts to laugh, his voice croaking. When you finally lean back and look him into his eyes, you see the scratches on his face, probably caused by a broken window. But he smiles at you, all wide and innocent, like it was the happiest day of his life. Jeno is happy. His own fingers are shaking as he interlocks them with yours, kissing his way up and down your palm. “I’m so glad to be here,” he whispers. “Here, with you. My (y/n).”

Hours later, when Jaemin walks you home and promises to text you as soon as he’s home himself, you open the window in your bedroom as wide as you possibly can without breaking it. The wind is annoying, but it dries your face, still wet from crying in worry and then relief. Jeno is still at the police station to give a statement - you now know that the driver infront of him lost control of his vehicle and swerved dangerously in the lane. Jeno managed to avoid hitting him, but drove into a tree because of braking too late. That’s why his face is all cut up because of the shards. Jaemin had to desinfect it because your own hands were too shaky, so you resorted to holding Jeno’s hand until it was over.

When Jeno finally climbs through, the clock reads 12am. Despite the time, Jeno balances several takeout bags in his hands while he throws one leg over the other and hops into your room. “I brought comfort food,” he announces. “And kisses.”

You roll your eyes at that, sniffling quietly as you play with your fingers. Your nerves are still fried from the shock, not quite grasping the situation yet. You could’ve lost Jeno today. Everything could’ve come to an end today, days after an argument where you tried to convince him to stop racing. This situation was a fatalistic intervention by God.

The plastic bags rustle as Jeno lays them down on your desk. Moments later, your best friend - boyfriend? - kneels infront of you, hands moving to hold yours. Fire meets ice. He feels like a human furnace, almost running a fever. “I’m sorry for scaring you today. I really am,” he mumbles. The wind blows through your curtains like an eery melody, tousling your hair like Jeno’s hands did hours before. Mere minutes before his last race. “Do I need to remind you of my promise? I’ve already given up racing. There’s no need to worry anymore.”

“I always worry about you.”

Jeno inches closer. “I know. Thank you.” He sets down his chin on your knee, but you don’t answer. The physical affection does calm you down, and you wish you wouldn’t overreact like this. But that’s just how people in love are.

You love Jeno. You do, with every fiber of your being.

Silence looms for you only for a few heartbeats. Jeno looks forlorn, but also determined. He forces you to look at him by cupping your face and angling it down, crescent moon meeting the windows to your soul. “Do you know that one movie trope?” he asks. It’s such a strange question that it rouses you; you square your shoulders and raise an eyebrow, confused. “You know, that one where your life flashes infront of your eyes when you die. Like a revue... I didn’t die today, but I could’ve come really close to it. And it seems silly, but I did wait for that flashback. The recap of my life. But all I could think of was you. Only you, (y/n) - I looked into the skies and I thanked your stars for saving me, even though they’re not literally you. I was so grateful to have been given the chance to spend the rest of my life with you, instead of having it snatched away because of a addiction that almost cost me a friendship. And ... our relationship, I hope. If you even want me.”

Jeno looks down. So unusually shy. For the first time in twenty years, you’re not the one avoiding the other’s one gaze - Jeno is. He keeps his gaze on the ground as he continues speaking, voice shaky. “I am so, so happy to be in your life,” he breathes out, and when Jeno finally looks at you again, your heart soars in your chest. In his eyes lies the universe - you can see it clearly, the ever-expanding galaxy that looms behind the crescent-eye smile, your Orion’s belt. You brush away the strands of his hair, and he gifts you a smile. Your favorite one, the one that knocks the air right out of you and makes you lie to his parents instead of being a tattletale. The man in front of you isn’t Lee Jeno, champion streetracer, but instead your childhood best friend and lover. “So grateful. That’s why I wanted to talk to you about. I love you, (y/n), love you more than the sea loves the moon and more than anything else in my life. You are my life - I saw your face in those moments during the race, your beautiful smile. I love you. Forever.”

And when you lean down to kiss him, it’s even better than the first kiss you got on the hood of his car. It tastes like new beginnings and the promise of safety, of a love returned in full. You let Jeno lay you down and kiss you until your lips feel numb, the room starts spinning and the stars stop shining. After all, you’re the one addiction that Lee Jeno won’t ever quit, one that gives him life instead of taking it.

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starjaem · 5 years

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[6:03 pm] "you don't have to do this, you know."

when streetracer!jeno looks up at your pleading eyes, all he can do is sigh and run a hand through his brown locks. he has no response to your hopeful wishes, and he knows you don't really believe those words either. he has to do this. it's what happens when you're part of the neo crew.

"i know you understand. you know i can't escape," he muses, leaning against a sleek car. it's one that's stolen and is about to be sold, and while jeno thinks it's a lovely breed, he understands that an attachment to it would be dangerous.

just like the one he has for you.

#this is bad #but lately ive been reading choices #yes the offbrand episode game #ITS ACTUALLY SO GOOD THO i think the chapters are well sized for the 3 hr ticket wait #and i just finished ride or die and i want to fucKing cry #nct scenarios #jeno #nct 127 #jeno blurbs #lee jeno #jeno angst #nct jeno #streetracer au #car crew #nct blurbs #nct dream #nct #nct angst #nctzen

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marksassybanana · 4 years

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Why is 2 Fast flopping so bad :(( I was really excited to post it but now...:/ did I do/write something wrong? Didn't tag the right things?

#nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct streetracer!au #nct street racing #nct street racer au

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cloudyynct · 4 years

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denim - prologue

genre: streetracer!au + gang!au

pairing: ???

warnings: language

“GO!” at the flash of the green light, I floored the gas pedal, causing my front end to lift off the ground. jaechan and I raced down the side road, the smell of gasoline filled my nose as our cars roared. he was leading as we went around a curve in the road but not for long. I slowly crept up beside him and smirked to myself, I looked over at him to see him shocked. the last stretch was a straightaway and the two of us could already see the black and white checkered flag. we sped up to as much as we could, shifting gears every now and then. there were only a few metres left when I pulled ahead of him just a bit and we crossed the finishing line. instantly I shifted and gradually let off of the throttle as we pulled into chaeryoung’s grandfather’s farm. I parked my car, turned on the fan and stepped out of the car, before walking over to jaechan and shaking his hand, “it was a fun race” I said. “it was, congrats by the way” he replied as chaeryeong walked up with four bills, that had five zeros each, in her hands. “you did it again bitch!” she exclaimed, as heojun pat jaechan on the back, “and we didn’t even get caught” I added.

#nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct dream #nct #neocity #nct dream blurbs #streetracer!au #gang!au

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tryagainmv · 6 years

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drive (part 4 of 10)

➷ after the top streetracer in town breaks for a new scene, you’re left in his dust, trying to make a new fortune. that’s when you meet up and coming streetracer na jaemin.

prev ❧ next

ignore timestamps!

#drive #spence.docx #nct #nct au #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct fake texts #nct social media au #nct dream #nct dream au #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fake texts #nct dream social media au #nct jaemin #jaemin au #jaemin scenarios #jaemin imagines #streetracing

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smutbymia · 4 years

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smutbymia masterlist♡

Mark

Happy Hour: (smut) you landed your dream internship at an entertainment production company and are forced to work alongside Mark, who you’ve known since you were in grade school and who seems to constantly be in competition with you.

Playtime: (smut) He captivates the attention of everyone with his dominating energy each time he graces the screen, or a stage, but when he’s alone with his girlfriend he’s a needy little baby who isn’t ashamed to beg for it. - soft dom female reader -

bestfriend!mark: (suggestive fluff) blurb of a trip to the movies with your sweet bff Mark

streetracer!Mark series: (smut) enemies to lover story about the dangerous underground world of racing.

(Pt.1): Go

(Pt.2): 2 fast

(Pt.3): Highway to Heaven

(Pt.4): Mad City

(Pt.5): Long Slow Distance

They were roommates: (smut) markxjohnnyxreader - your boyfriend Johnny is a psych major with an interesting theory to test on you but he needs his shy roommate marks help. - nipplesucking, boyfriend!johnny -

Jaehyun

Home: (angst/smut) You’ve return to Seoul after leaving suddenly to travel after going through a rough patch with your ex-fling, NCT’s Jaehyun. Months later, Jaehyun, who didn’t take your sudden disappearance well, returns from his world tour looking for closure.

What friends are for: (smut) req: bestfriend Jaehyun offers help you relieve some stress after a series of terrible tinder dates - bestfriend!jaehyun, fwb

Million dollar baby: (smut) req: ceo!Jaehyun is caught on camera rubbing your belly at an event, accidentally breaking the internet with pregnancy rumours. - impreg! Kink -

Tease: (smut) req: the tension becomes too much to bare when you and your ex-boyfriend!Jaehyun end up at the same birthday party - enemies->lovers

Blizzard: (fluff) req: boyfriend Jaehyun with nipple sucking habit - nipple sucking! -

Congratulations: (smut) req: you run into your ex bf jaehyun at an award show years afer your breakup. - angsty -

Haechan

Rule breaker: (smut) After his friend (Y/N) goes through a sudden breakup, and the discovery of a pair of handcuffs leads him to the reasoning why, Hyuck finds himself in an interesting position. He may be in for more than he expects when she offers to show him just what it was that her ex couldn’t handle. - bestfriend!haechan , fwb , friends->lovers , dom!reader , dom!haechan -> sub!haechan for the first time -

thot!hyuck x virgin reader: (smut) req: Y/n finally gets some alone time with Haechan — her brother Jeno’s best friend who also happens to have a naughty reputation when he is forced to bring Jeno’s drunk ass home early from a night out. - corruption, innocent!reader, brothers best friend -

Lost Bet: (smut) req: you lost a bet to your boyfriend Hyuck and he has the perfect punishment prepared - toy, edging -

Lonely drunk loser: (smut) req: your bestfriend!haechan is tired of your boyfriend treating you like shit - impreg!kink, roommates, friends->lovers -

Jungwoo

Rewind: (angst) req: you struggle to cope with online hate after your relationship is made public. Jungwoo finds a way to undo the pain for you.

Comeback: (smut) req: you reward Jungwoo after he returns from his hiatus

Yuta

비밀: (smut) you accidentally find out what Yuta does during his “secret time” after 10PM - voyeur!reader -

into the woods: a strange encounter with a boy in the forbidden parts of the Forrest outside of your compound lead to an interesting experience away from home.

Johnny

Teachers pet: (smut) Johnny is used to y/n getting attention from everyone in school but when she catches the eye of a professor he decides it’s time to mark his territory once and for all - bestfriend!johnny , softdom!johnny , uni au, friends->lovers -

Doyoung

Just fine: (angst/fluff) your friend doyoung comforts you after you get your heart broken - bestfriend!doyoung -

Taeyong

Jet lag: (smut/fluff) req: Sucking on your nipples as he drifts off to sleep is the only thing that makes Taeyongs nightmares go away. - nipple sucking, boyfriend!taeyong -

Renjun

Halloween: (smut) req: soft dom Renjun can’t help but corrupt an angel on Halloween night 🧛🏻👼🏻 - dom!renjun, halloween -

Jeno

“Girl” best friend: (smut) req: a game of truth or dare forces Jeno to reveal his biggest kink to his best friend - nipple sucking, bestfriend!jeno, friends ->lovers)

Enemies to lovers: (smut) req: you can’t stand your classmate Jeno & he can’t stand you but when the universe teams you up in an unexpected way, you find common ground. - enemies->lovers,

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hirokari · 3 years

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📁 WIP FOLDER TAG 📁

tagged by: @daegall

tagging: I HAVE NO FRIENDS T^T @sappycup

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. then, people can send asks with the title that most intrigues/interests them and you’ll post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

non collab wips.

heartsmith | bang chan x reader

↳ kind of my own au, like a modern steampunk. angst, platonic, high school student!reader x heartsmith!reader, feat. playboy! jisung + upperclassmen! changbin

strange feeling | lee jeno x reader

↳ friend group!AU, aiming for comedy, angst, basically where you like jeno's best friend, donghyuck and jeno likes your best friend, jaemin, but hyuck and jaem think you two are pining for each other

half a heart | na jaemin x reader

↳ childhood friends to strangers to lovers!AU, college!AU, best friend!hyuck, feat. roommates!jeno+renjun

consider it solved! | nct dream x reader

↳ literature club!AU, mystery, angst, slight crack

lucky cat cafe | nct x reader

↳ fantasy, apprentice!reader, teacher!johnny, tutor!doyoung, high school!dreamies, a really complex au but i'll explain it once i upload it

stardust | na jaemin x reader

↳ high school!AU, student council!dreamies, depressed!jaemin, new student!reader, fluff fluff fluff, feat. teacher!kun

collab wips.

priorities | huang renjun x reader

↳ action figure collab; spy!renjun x detective!reader, aiming for crack, angsty

soda | zhong chenle x reader

↳ 23 ways to fall in love ; streetracer!AU, fugitive!reader, fluff, love at first sight

#wips!#wip list #jaemjenjam

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haechannieluver · 4 years

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nct dream fic rec masterlist

my favorite nct dream fanfics. updated weekly.

created: 8/17/2020

updated: 8/30/2020

nct dream

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multi member series

Ridin’ Club: Dream Series- @notnctu smut/mature content series, pwp (kinda?), dark themes, angst, fluff? streetracer!au, badboy!au, college!au, flirt!dreamies

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huang renjun

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lee jeno

A Case of You and I- @haechacco[ 3.4k+] angst with fluff

Kiss and Tell- @leesmrk [22k] angst, smut, fluff?- inspired by the movie ‘the kissing booth’

Not Another Love Song- @choerrypuffs [3.7k] musician!jeno x waitress!reader- fluff, just full of clichés and cheesiness

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na jaemin

When Athena Fell for Daphne- @nctream [21.9k] enemies to lovers! au, rich kid! au, romance, slow burn

Blinding Lights- @nctream [3.7k] ex lovers! au, angst

Smultronställe- @gohyuck [27.7k] single father!surgeon!na jaemin x surgeon!reader + fluff & angst, there will be smut in part 2

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zhong chenle

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park jisung

Even If It Is, Just For Tonight- @fydream [7.3k] jisung x reader, slice of life(ish), fluff, angst?, high school!au? kinda

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#nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fic #nct dream scenarios #nct drabbles #jaemhyun

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dalivanmagritte · 9 months

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FIC REC : NCT

SOLO FIC REC BY MEMBERS :

suh johnny

jeong jaehyun

lee mark

lee jeno

na jaemin

lee haechan

lee taeyong (ty track)

fall from grace (smut, angel!au, demon!au)

half blood camp! taeyong ver (demigod!au, mythology!au)

nakamoto yuta (yuta)

predator (DUBCON, smut, alien!au, scientist!au)

golden (smut)

kim doyoung (doyoung)

push & pull (smut, fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)

the reserved (smut, housmate!au, college!au)

NCT series

housemating (finished serie, jaehyun, johnny, doyoung, haechan, jaemin, smut, housemate!au)

house of pleasure (finished serie, haechan, johnny, jaemin, taeyong, mark, doyoung, jaehyun, smut)

nct dream and the hogwarts series (finished serie, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, smut, hogwarts!au)

ridin's club (finished serie, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, smut, streetracer!au, badboy!au)

nct dream as supernatural creatures (ongoing serie, fluff, angst)

king's crown (ongoing serie, royal!au, rebel!au, smut, angst)

wanna ride? (Finished serie, smut, streetracer!au)

inferno (finished serie, smut, angst, monsters, halloween serie)

masturbation series (serie finished, smut, individual stories)

halloween serie (finished serie, jaemin, mark, jeno, haechan, smut, genie!au, mermaid!au, vampire!au, werewolf!au)

and they were roommates (finished serie, jaemin, smut, college!au)

a hogwarts collection (jeno, renjun, jaemin, haechan, smut, fluff, angst, hogwarts!au)

alpha camboy's are ruining my life (ongoing serie, jeno, johnny, smut, abo!au, camboy!au)

nct dream as supernatural creatures (ongoing serie, dreamies, fluff, angst, monsters and mythical creatures)

the pick me chronicles (ongoing serie, haechan, jeno, jaemin, smut, college!au)

campus heartbreakers (ongoing serie, jeno, jaemin, mark, haechan, jaehyun, smut, crack, fluff, college!au)

the poison archives (finished serie, smut, angst, drama, some dubcon)

animal instinct (ongoing serie, dreamies, smut, monster!au)

giving into things (i don't) want to (ongoing serie, smut, dubcon, dark themes, smut)

scented poison: faded fantasies, poison that spreads, final scent (finished serie, jaehyun and jaemin, smut, cheating)

the dream demigod diaries (finished serie, dreamies, fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)

elysium chapter 1 (ongoing serie, 00's and mark, demigod!au, mythology!au)

don't kiss and tell (finished serie, mark, jeno, haechan, suggestive)

NCT imagines

when you use your safe word (mark, haechan, jeno, jaemin, smut)

when you walk through the rain (dreamies, fluff)

nct dreams + sungtaro as greek gods (mythology!au)

Other fic rec

lee jeno fic. rec by taexoxosgf

lee mark fic rec by taexoxosgf

na jaemin fic rec by taexoxosgf

na jaemin fic rec by miragewitch

nct masterlist by notnctu

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cherrybyunss · 2 years

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Dangerous Woman Pt. 2

Ship: Mark Lee (NCT) x female reader Word Count: 3.6k Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talking, Oral (M and F receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Protected Sex

Dangeorus Woman Pt. 1 Ridin’ Club! Masterlist cheryybyunss Masterlist

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You shook your head to clear the thought again. And Mark raised a brow in question.

“Well,” You said. “I guess I’ll go and try to sleep now.”

Mark blinked at you. “Sure.” He said.

And you pursed your lips, there was something in the air that you were sure you’d regret letting go the moment you walk into your room, but you didn’t know what else you could’ve done.

“Uh, y/n?”

You looked up at the male in question.

“I actually have something for you.”

And your eyes widened a little in surprise. “Um?”

“Wait here.” He said and walked towards his room before disappearing into it.

When he returned, he was holding a huge box wrapped up super prettily. “What the…”

“I thought I’d give it to you once the renovation was done, but right now felt like a pretty good time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to hold back a smile, as Mark handed it to you.

You carried the box to the dining table, and placed it on the table top, before carefully removing the wrapping paper.

And your eyes widened when you realized what it was.

It was a beautifully framed photograph of the eight of you in front of your cars, smiling and laughing together.

You turned to look at Mark, who had a tiny sheepish smile on his face.

“Like it?”

You felt like you’d cry. “Mark, I love it! What the fuck?!”

Mark just smiled warmly at you. “I’m glad.”

And you felt your entire being heat up.

Your body moved on its own as you scurried towards the older and threw your arms around his neck, enveloping him in the tightest hug. And his hands instinctively went around your waist, tightening the hug as if it was even possible.

You took in a deep breath and , not caring that he’d notice how warm your skin probably felt against his touch. And he nuzzled into your neck.

You sighed, your voice quiet. “Thank you for everything.”

And he hummed, just as quietly, and you shuddered as his breath hit the warm skin of your neck.

Your heart picked up a dangerous pace as you realized the position you were in – one definitely too intimate for two people who were just friends.

But being in Mark’s embrace felt like holding the world, and you didn’t wanna let go yet.

You tip-toed and buried your face into the crook of his neck, and God, how you wished you could stay there like that forever.

You felt his hands move against your waist, and your heart broke a little when you guessed he’d break away, but he nuzzled in closer, and his hands slowly moved up the sides of your waist before the grip strengthened, and you gasped at the touch.

You hand instinctively went to his nape, and he took in a deep breath, making you go weak in the knees.

You felt your mind haze up a little, the vulnerability of the moment a bit too much to take.

You wondered if you were allowed to let yourself revel in the feeling for this long, or at all.

You wondered if it was so wrong to just…

Just…

You felt Mark move a little against you, before you felt his lips against your neck, and you took in a deep breath as your grip on him tightened at the feeling.

“Mark…” You let out with a shaky breath.

Mark slowly pulled away, probably just as scared, and you were sure your heart would beat out of your chest at the prospect of looking at him right then.

But with your faces merely centimeters away from each other, lidded eyes, parted lips and deep breaths… you forgot to think altogether.

He looked at you with searching eyes, before his eyes travelled down to your lips for a split second, and that was it. You let yourself want him.

Bringing your hands to rest on his chest, you leaned in a little, and Mark closed the rest of the distance, pressing your lips together, as your eyes fell close and you felt warmth travel across your entire being.

There was no going back now.

Mark was gentle, yet passionate. His hands on your waist tightened. He kissed you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. And you kissed him like it’s all you’d ever wanted to do.

And maybe it was.

Mark’s hands gently cupped your face, as he sucked on your lower lip, soothing it with his tongue right after, and you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

You felt like you were starting to lose your mind. You pulled him impossibly closer, and deepened the kiss. You swore if you’d known kissing Mark would feel this good, you would’ve never waited this long.

You both breathed heavy when you pulled away, his eyes lidded, and lips red and swollen. And he looked so sinful, every second you spent not kissing him felt like a crime.

So you leaned in again.

And Mark was just as desperate.

Never breaking away, he grabbed your waist, closing the small distance between you and the dining table, and pinned you against it, earning a gasp from you, that he kissed away.

You loved that Mark looked like he couldn’t get enough. ‘Cause neither could you.

By the time Mark pulled away, both of you were out of breath. He looked at you with gentle eyes, caressing your cheek with his thumb. And you leaned into the touch, looking at him like he held the power to break you into pieces in that moment, with you hoping, praying he wouldn’t.

Mark took in a deep breath, before giving in and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Fuck.” He whispered in a low voice.

“Mark…” You spoke weakly, holding onto the hem of his t-shirt.

And Mark groaned, turning into the crook of your neck before breathing out. “I’ll go feral if you keep saying my name like that.”

You froze, but only for a second, for Mark’s lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck, and your hand flew to his shoulder as you gasped at how fucking good it felt.

And Mark realized that. His hand cupped the other side of your neck as he continued trailing the most sinful kisses down your neck.

“Ah…” You moaned when he came across a particularly sensitive spot, and he caught on.

He latched his lips onto the spot and sucked. And you threw your head back in response.

“Fuck…” You managed to say, though it came out like a moan.

“Feel good, baby?” Mark spoke against your skin, caressing the skin under your ear on the other side, and you shuddered.

“Yes.” You breathed out.

Mark pulled away, making you miss the feeling instantly, and straightened up.

You looked up at him, looking at you almost as if he wanted to break you. And it turned you on way more than you’d ever care to admit.

Fuck, Mark was hot.

He leaned in again, and your eyes fell close, but this time he pressed his lips against your forehead. And you wanted to cry when he did.

When he kissed you again, he hooked his hands under your thighs and pushed you on top of the table, his hands staying on your legs, as yours went around his neck again.

He kissed down your jaw with painful heat, and your breath hitched. He trailed his kisses down to your neck, onto your collarbones, and you were sure he left marks on your skin.

Your fingers found their way to his hair, as some sort of relief, and grabbed it, and he hissed against your skin.

And something in you turned dark when he did.

“I’ll go feral if you keep saying my name like that.” His words played in your mind again.

And you felt yourself clench around nothing, because fuck, you wanted Mark to lose his mind because of you, like you were because of him.

You pulled him away with your grasp on his hair, chin up. And he breathed out when your eyes met.

Mark was fucking handsome. And fucking hot.

You leaned in till he could feel your breath against is lips, never letting go of him, as you felt his own grip on your hips tighten.

“Mark…” You said again, licking a tiny strip across his bottom lip. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me so hard, for so long.”

His eyes fell shut at your words, and something inside you felt so deeply satisfied, as you dove in to leave marks on his pretty neck.

“I need you to fuck me, please.” You breathed heavy against his jaw as you pleaded. “Will you please do it for me?”

He snapped his eyes open, and you about moaned at how dark they looked. And you kissed him, slow and dangerous.

Your heart skipped several beats when he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his hips, but his lips caught the gasp that left yours, as he kissed you with intent that made heat pool in your stomach.

You could feel his hard on against your clothed core, and it made you dizzy with desire.

You grinded against him, the groan that left his lips making you feel things you’d never say out loud.

He threw you onto his bed and wasted no time climbing on top of you and kissing you again.

A part of you marveled at the prospect of what was happening – you were under Mark, your hands in his hair, and he was kissing you like a man starved.

But Mark bit your lower lip, and soothed it with his tongue, and any semblance of caution left in you, was thrown out the window as you snaked your arms around him, and attempted to pull him impossibly closer.

“Fuck, baby.” He said and you moaned, just from his voice.

You felt Mark press his knee between your legs, up against your core, and you instinctively made way for the newfound pressure, and grinded down on it, the pleasure making you throw your head back and squirm under Mark.

Mark hissed at the sight. Making you look at him getting drunk on you. And that combined with the way his knew massaged your core, drew out the whiniest moan from you.

Mark visibly snapped, pulling you up from the mattress and pulling your top over your head and discarding it, and kissing you while his hands go behind your back, unclasping your bra and getting it off and out of the way.

He pushed you back down, and took in your form for an instance, before pulling his own t-shirt over his head, making you drool at his toned torso.

It wasn’t your fist time looking at the tattoo on his chest, or his sleek dog tag necklace, but those things had definitely never made your head spin this way with lust before.

You wanted him. He knew that.

He dove back in and captured your lips with his again, diligently swallowing the moans it earned from you, before trailing his kisses down to your jaw.

By now, he knew the spots that made you go haywire, and made sure you knew he did.

You cried with every mark he left on your skin – sucking, teasing, abusing the most sensitive areas of your neck and collarbones, before he moved further down, and made your toes curl in anticipation.

You gasped when his lips closed down on one of your nipples, his fingers going to the other, before he swirled his tongue against it, making you squirm, and arch your back against him.

“Ah–” You cried.

Mark flicked his tongue against the swollen bud one last time before moving onto the other, and you positively lost your mind.

“Mark, please fuck me, I need you right now.”

Mark pulled away to look down at you, and you gulped as you came down from your body feeling as if it was on fire.

You could feel your soaked up panties against your core as heat pooled down there yet again, from you just being under him. And you about whined at how stupidly attractive Mark was.

“Patience baby.” Mark said, his voice raspy. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”

You took in a deep breath at his words.

“You want that right, baby?”

You nodded, desperate.

“Words.”

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“I want you to make me feel good, Mark.” You breathed out.

“Good. Then, be a good girl.”

Your hands clutched the sheets. This was your first time seeing this side of Mark, and to say you were loving every bit of it would’ve been an understatement.

Mark pressed his lips to your belly, and gently traced them, leaving fluttering kisses on your skin, and you whimpered. It felt amazing.

He stopped at a particular spot, latched his lips onto it, and sucked. You moaned his name as your finger went to grab his hair. He continued the assault on your skin till he was satisfied with how dark the skin turned, moving onto another and repeating the process, and you were left squirming under him.

When he sat back up, you shot up, and pull him smack onto yourself, kissing him like your life depended on it.

His hands travelled down your body, inside your shorts and panties, and you moaned when his fingers parted your soaked folds and ran between them.

“Mark, please–”

“So wet for me.” Mark groaned.

He pushed a finger inside, and you clenched around him, desperate for any kind of relief.

Mark hummed against your jaw, a smirk apparent in his voice. And if he wasn’t making you feel this good right now, you would’ve felt sheepish.

He pulled his finger out, adding another one this time, and the delicious stretch made you hold onto him for dear life as you hissed.

Mark curled his fingers up and you gasped when it hit your g-spot, but he refused to move, earning a whine from you.

He pulled away to look at you with a smile, giving the spot a light teasing rub, and pulling his fingers out and slowly teasing the entrance again.

You whined for him to stop teasing you. And he snickered at how desperate you were.

Deciding to finally have mercy on you, he withdrew his hand entirely, hooked his fingers into the band of your shorts and panties, and got rid of them at once, letting the cold air hit your hot core, and making you gasp.

He lowered himself between your legs, and you shuddered in anticipation, before he kissed your thigh, and then your folds, licking one long stripe against your slit. He looked up at you, and kissed your folds once again before pulling away.

The teasing was killing you.

But his fingers found your heat right away, sliding slowly against your slit, and slowly driving you over the edge.

Your body jolted when he circled your slit, rubbing small circles on it right after, making your breathing get heavier as you felt your orgasm build up in your stomach.

But he let go and slid his finger down to your entrance again, before he rammed his fingers inside and made you scream in pleasure.

He did it again, and then again until you were screaming his name, asking him to not stop.

He lowered himself on you again, and parting the folds with his free hand, took your clit in his mouth, and sucked.

You writhed in ecstasy as he continued his ministrations on you, swirling his tongue around your clit, flicking it every now and then, as his fingers pounded into you ruthlessly, driving you fucking insane.

“I-I’m close!” You managed to form.

Mark hummed against your core, making you whine in desperation, before he curled your fingers one last time, and you saw stars.

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves of pleasure.

But Mark didn’t let you ride it out. He didn’t stop or slow down at all.

“Mark!!” You yelled. But the sound fell on deaf years as Mark drove you to overstimulation with his tongue and fingers still working your sensitive heat. “Fuck!”

Mark pulled away, letting the torment of his tongue come to a halt, but only momentarily as his free thumb took its place right away, pressing down onto the swollen bud, and making your jolt under him.

“Mark, please! Ah–”

Mark cut you off with a particularly hard thrust as he sat back up.

“Come on baby, you can do it.” He breathed out. “Come for me once again.”

And you swore if he wasn’t driving you crazy with his fingers, you would’ve absolutely lost your mind at the way he looked right there.

The metal chain against his toned tattooed torso, marked up neck, swollen lips, and eyes feeding off of your writhing state.

Fuck, Mark was dangerous.

“You look so beautiful right now.” Mark spoke with hooded eyes. “Come for me baby.”

And his words combined with his fingers threw you over the edge the second time that night. Your eyes fluttered shut as you saw white and with Mark letting you ride it out this time, you swore the high took an infinity to come down from.

You collapsed onto the bed as you did, you breath labored and body tired.

Mark climbed on top of you again, smiling as he placed a kiss on your forehead, followed by a light peck on your lips. “You did so well.”

You smiled back at him, but you knew you were far from done yet.

You pushed him up as your sat up yourself, and decided to let your actions answer his questioning gaze, as you traced your fingers down his torso, almost drooling as you did, before leaning forward to place long, soft kisses where your fingers had been.

He took in a deep breath at the sensation, making you smile a little.

You pulled away to look at him with want flooding your being, as your hand traveled dangerously low, down onto his hard on, and his lips parted as you palmed him over his sweats.

You leaned forward and took his lower lip between your lips, and sucked, before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“That was the best orgasm of my life.” You said against his lips, hooking your fingers into his waistband. “Let me take care of you now.”

You pushed him down onto the mattress and removed his sweatpants along with his boxers, and took in a deep breath at the sight before you.

Mark was huge.

You looked at his anticipating eyes, before you leaned down to press a kiss to the leaking tip, and took him in your hands, before taking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue against it, making his breath hitch.

He groaned when you sank further down and sucked, a sound traveled straight to your core.

You felt him support himself on one elbow as the other hand grabbed your hair in a ponytail, encouraging you to continue.

You moved up and down against him, fastening your pace with his growing grunts of pleasure. Tears formed in your eyes as his dick hit the back of your throat, and you moaned with him still inside your mouth.

“Fuck.” He groaned. And your own fingers traveled down to your sensitive clit again.

Mark pulled you away, and pushed you down onto the mattress again, hovering over you with labored breath.

He reached for his night stand and grabbed a condom from the top drawer, tearing the packet and rolling it on, before guiding his dick to your heat.

He teased your wet folds with the tip, making you whimper when he touched the clit. But he stopped at the entrance, depriving both of you of what you wanted the most.

“Tell me what you want baby.” Mark said against your ear, and you shuddered.

Your breath hitched yet again when you realized what Mark was waiting for.

“Do you not me to fuck you?”

“I do!” You whined.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to fuck me so hard, Mark!”

And as if on command, Mark rammed his length inside you. And you screamed his name like it was the only thing you knew.

He pounded into you like a man on fire, his length filling you up deliciously and every single thrust made your toes curl with pleasure.

His mouth latched onto your nipple as he was sending you over the edge with his dick.

“Fuck, Mark!”

“That’s right.” He pulled away before he breathed against your jaw. “Tell me baby, who’s fucking you this good?”

“You are!”

And with one hard thrust by the man sending you over, your third orgasm for the night washed over you cried.

“Mmm!”

“Fuck.” Mark groaned as your walls clenched down on him, sending him over the edge right after.

Both of you stayed that way for a moment, breathing heavy. But then Mark peppered your face with kisses, before pulling away, and getting up to clean the two of you up.

You pulled the blanket over yourself. Mark put his sweatpants back on again.

“Come back.” You said to him, who you already knew was returning.

And Mark smiled. “Right away.”

He got under the covers and let you cuddle upto him, smiling fondly at your figure.

“Cutie.”

You nuzzled in closer. “Let me borrow one of your shirts.”

Mark kissed the top of your head, and caressed your hair as he replied. – “Whatever you want tonight.”

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