#nct streetracer au

[taexoxosgf]

NA JAEMIN FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst

This list is a compilation of some of my fave jaemin ff <3 a lot were on my old recs so feel free to reread!

after you [ fuckboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

cat & mouse [ na jaemin x jaehyun's sister!reader ] s,f

cherry girl! [ twitch streamer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

talk to my skin [ friends with benefits au ] s

unforgettable [ bassist!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,a

by the window [ voyeurism, neighbor au ] s

strawberry cough , (pt.2) sour tangie [ plug!jaemin x fem!reader] s,f,a

on the rebound [ shooting guard!jaemin x fem!reader, college au] s,f,a

subtle [ established relationship, summer vacation au ] s,f

besties (gone sexual) [ best friends to lovers ] s,f,a

upon your invitation [friend!jaemin x fem!reader, ft. nct dream, vacation au ] s,f

rock me [ fuckboy!jaemin x hairstylist!reader ] s,f,a

backseat chronicles [ streetracer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

persimmon problems [ fratboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] f,a

veni, vidi, vici [ popular!jaemin x mark's sister!reader ] s,f

blur. [ exboyfriend's bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

two nights, one you [fuckboy!jaemin, one night stand au] s,f

the walls are thin [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader x roommate!jeno ] s

hush. [jaemin,haechan, jeno x fem!reader ] s

that '90's show [actor!jaemin x pa fem!reader ] s,f,a

pretty girl. [ alpha!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

thin walls. [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

cookie jar [ stepbrother!jaemin x fem!reader x stepbrother!jeno ] s

one of a kind [strangers to lovers au ] s,f,a

go there with you [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

34+35 [ established relationship ] s

parents are home [ secret freak!jaemin ? ] s

memories bring back you [ ex!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

into you [ friends to lovers au ] s,f

what she doesn't know [ mom's boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader] s

worth it. [ first sleepover au ] s,f

quiet down [ established relationship, semi-exhibitionism ] s

#nct dream #nct smut #nct #nct u #nct x reader #nct hard thoughts #na jaemin #jaemin #nct jaemin #nct na jaemin #nct dream jaemin #nct dream smut #nct jaemin smut #jaemin na #jaemin smut #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #jaemin imagines #jaemin angst #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin smut #na jaemin imagines #na jaemin scenarios #na jaemin fluff #nct hard hours #nct scenarios #jaemin x you #jaemin x y/n #nct fic #nct fic recs

[dalivanmagritte]

NCT FIC REC : LEE JENO

back to the nct fic rec

lionheart (fav, smut, fluff, royal!au, knight!au, monarch!au)

premium boy-toy (fav, smut, stripper!au)

step on a crack, dr.lee's gonna break your back (fav, smut)

wanna know what it's like (fav, smut)

yours to tame (fav, fluff, smut, knight!au, princess!au, royal!au)

koi no yokan (fav, smut, abo!au)

slick pup (fav, pervert!au, smut)

prince of wolves (fav, smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)

i suddenly realize my archnemesis is hot (fav,fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)

pride & perjudice (fav, fluff, angst, smut)

secret (smut, fluff, sub!jeno (kink discovery))

my sunset is yours (fluff, hogwarts!au)

helping hand (fluff, hogwarts!au)

sweet lies (smut, angstish, ghost!jeno!au)

heatstroke (mechanic!au, smut)

transfiguration spell (smut, fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)

sinking ships (smut, sailor!au, mermaid!au, horror!au)

tattooist!jeno (fluff, angst, tattooist!au, florist!au)

himbo (smut, himbo!jeno)

possessive dad! (smut, pregnancy!au, soon to be parents!au)

ridin' club switching lanes (smut, streeracer!au)

sweet fury (smut)

rainfall (fluff)

the deal (fluff, college!au)

just so you know x jaemin (smut)

change in you (smut, vampire!au, georgian-era!au)

puppy (smut, supernatural!au, werewolf!au)

sunshine (fluff, angst, mermen!jeno)

hit the breaks! (serie, smut, streetracer!au, mechanics!au)

rich purity (serie, smut, virgin!au)

the lucky one (fluff, angst, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of morpheus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of apollo (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of shadows (part of elysios serie, fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

the tale older than time (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

scream (smut (dirty smutt), halloween!au, ghostface!jeno)

possessive jeno (smut, roommate)

jeno uses his strength against you (smut)

why dying my hair was the best decision of my life (fluff)

the bat & dove (smut, fluff, mafia!au, racer!jeno)

do you even know how to have fun? (angst to fluff, badboy!au)

take my breath (smut, abo!au)

puppy pound (smut, abo!au)

jealous (smut, abo!au)

sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)

i'm a mouse duh! x jaemin (smut)

they're roommates x jaemin (smut)

sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)

stepbro alpha jeno (smut, abo!au, stepbro!au)

day6: overstimulation (smut)

day19: pet play (smut)

teddy bear (smut)

size kink (smut)

only 'til dawn (smut, badboy!jeno, goodgirl!reader)

little wifey (smut, husband!au)

all about attraction (smut)

masturbation (smut)

skaterboy -> truth or dare? (smut)

villain (smut)

service top (smut)

wake up, s*x and eat (smut)

alpha himbo jeno (smut, abo!au)

hard dom! (smut)

wrapped around your fingers (smut)

phone fuck me (smut, ghostface!au)

my first and last (smut, college!au)

the sequel x jaemin (smut, ghostface!au, halloween!au)

incubus!jeno (smut, incubus!au)

summer hair = forever young (smut, fluff)

cookie jar x jaemin (smut, stepbrother!au)

perv!jeno (smut, roommates!au, perv!au)

monster in hiding (smut, stalking!au)

can't take it? (smut)

can you handle it? x johnny, jaehyun, jaemin (smut)

ascention to the throne (serie, smut, royal!au, prince!au, political!au)

baby trapping (smut, sugardaddy!au)

undone (noncon, smut)

teddy bear -> our sick story, thus far x haechan (dubcon, smut)

stepbro!jeno part.2 (DUBCON, smut, stepbrother!au)

behind closed doors x haechan (smut, slight dubcon, stepbro!au)

the walls are thin x jaemin (DUBCON, smut)

shoplifter x mark (dubcon, smut, bodyguard!au, stepfather!au)

switch -> chain x johnny (dubcon, smut, neighbour?au)

arcade (continuation of switch/chain, smut)

#nct #jeno #smut #fic rec #fluff #lee jeno #jeno smut #jeno fluff #jeno angst #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno fic #nct jeno #jeno x reader #jeno oneshot #nct dream #nct fic #nct imagines #nct x reader

[lattaeyongs]

a collection of all my works! includes those made on my other blogs.

[BLURBS]

[all]

[most popular]

sorted by: member

taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, doyoung, ten, kun, sicheng, jaehyun, jungwoo, yukhei, hendery, xiaojun, yangyang, shotaro, sungchan, mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

[FICS]

Johnny Suh

two tickets to paradise | best friend!johnny, vacation (resort)!au, summer!au, fake dating!au, best friends to lovers!au, fluff, slight angst

↳ word count: 14.8k

↳ after your fiance leaves you at the altar, you’re devastated – but not devastated enough to cancel your honeymoon. instead, your best friend johnny accompanies you, and you start thinking that your fiance wasn’t right for you after all.

Mark Lee

reunion | barista!reader, exes to lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut

↳ word count: 7.4k

↳ Suddenly Mark Lee, your high school ex-boyfriend, is back in your life, and you’re not so sure that it’s a bad thing.

Huang Renjun

the trojan horse | royalty!au, historical (late 1700s)!au, arranged marriage!au, heavy angst, fluff, smut

teaser (unofficial; 100+ words) teaser (official; 1.7k words)

↳ word count: 19.6k

↳ In which the boy you fall in love with isn't who you think he is.

Lee Jeno

summer of love | ‘90’s!au, brother’s best friend!au, summer!au, neighbor!au, slice of life(ish)!au, fluff, slowburn

↳ word count: 15.2k

↳ The summer of 1997 was a weird time. As a person living in the modern era, you’d completely forgotten what it was like to live in the ‘90’s. In May 1997, you listened to the Backstreet Boys, flipped through TV Guide, and had an answering machine which seems so archaic now. But that isn’t the only reason why the summer of 1997 was weird. That summer was the time you fell for your brother’s best friend.

[SERIES]

sugar | ceo/single dad!jaehyun, secretary!reader, fluff, slight angst, smut (in some parts)

pt. 1 | 4k words, fluff pt. 2 | 14k words, fluff, slight angst, smut

↳ They say it’s lonely at the top, especially for Jung Jaehyun, owner and founder of Jung Industries. As a single dad who just wants to be the best father to his daughter, he realizes that you make his life a little sweeter when you’re by his side.

[EDITS]

eclipse: the first mini album | taeil & haechan, edit, mini album!au

ridin' as a netflix movie | edit, netflix!au, streetracer!dreamies

markhyuck as james bond films | edit, james bond!au, movie!au

nomin as james bond films | edit, james bond!au, movie!au

nct 2020's resonance as a netflix tv series | edit, netflix!au, mystery

random (but cute) texts with boyfriend!jaemin | text au, edit

boo's and spirits | paranormal podcaster!renjun, spotify!au

[MOODBOARDS]

johnny & dark blue | johnny & pink | johnny & cream | jaehyun & green | jaehyun & pink | jaemin & silver | sicheng & purple | jeno & black | hendery & green | haechan & yellow | renjun & baby blue | mark & brown | yuta & gray | ten & red | taeyong & sky blue |

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #nct fluff #wayv fluff #nct scenarios #masterlist #lattaeyongs

[raibebe]

Streetracer!Haechan or Streetracer!Jeno 🍰

Definitely Haechan. This boy is too competitive for his own good.

But Jeno as his hot mechanic?

And just Nohyuck bickering about the car because of course Haechan just wants to win but his car is Jeno’s baby and he does not want it to end up trashed.

send me a trope/au and make me choose between 2 (or more) nct members who fits it better 😉

#rai’s mail #rai’s anons #🍰 anon #ask games 🎲

[cherrybyunss]

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

Ridin’ Club! Masterlist

cheryybyunss Masterlist

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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.

-----

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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[2:49] Streetracer!Mark let out hysterical sobs as he reached over to your unmoving body in desperation. “No, no, no please, please wake up. You have to wake up baby I’m so sorry, please,” he cried, refusing to acknowledge the blood that was starting to seep from the back of your head. His own legs were trapped, and he was barely able to wiggle around or get any closer to you. Your neck was bent at a unnatural angle and you had gone limp in the passenger seat within seconds of the car crashing. The sound of screeching tires and your voice calling his name before the car made contact with the tree kept replaying in Mark’s head, and the more he thought about it the more he kept crying. He felt so helpless. Guilty. Scared. Angry. This was his fault and he knew it, you died and it was all his fault. The numbness in his legs seemed like it would never go away, and he decided to try and pry open the door with whatever little strength he had left in his arms. To his relief, he heard the engine of a familiar car grow close, quickly realizing it was Taeyong. Taeyong quickly pulled up next to Mark and stepped out of his car, quickly assessing the situation. “Mark, what happened? Is-,” Taeyong was cut off. “Please, just call an ambulance, quick,” Mark begged, not taking his eyes off of you. Taeyong pulled off his phone and called for an ambulance, and started to help Mark out of the car. He looked over at you and his face grew pale. “I’m going to check for a pulse,” Taeyong said, quietly. He walked over to your side of the car and pressed his fingers against your cold neck, desperately looking for a pulse. A minute passed by and Taeyong knew very well that he probably won’t ever find a pulse on you. Mark sat on the side of the road, eyes completely darkened and would not stop staring at his legs. Taeyong decided to break the news to Mark, but could barely get a word out before Mark started sobbing again. “My legs…. I can’t feel them at all… but that doesn’t even matter. Not only did I lose the person I love… I lost my everything…. and it’s all my fault. Why…why wasn’t it me who died? Why?” Taeyong walked over and pulled Mark into an embrace, as Mark’s cries were starting to be drowned out by the sound of sirens getting closer.

a/n: I may be a bit obsessed with the idea of streetracer Mark…🤷🏽‍♀️. Here’s another one I did a long while back. Rereading it gave me inspiration to write another abt him.

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[babbymochiiii]

Temporary Flag Girl: MARK LEE

↪︎Pairing: Illegal Street Racer!Mark Lee x female!reader

↪︎Genre: Comedy

↪︎Troupe: Illegal Street Racer au

↪︎Warning: no specific warning (but if there is let me know pls!)

↪︎ Synopsis: in which you become a temporary flag girl for his car race.

↪︎Word Count: 1.06k

Second Part ♟️

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You’re at a car meet because your friend dragged you out of your shared dorm room. Slightly sulking at how loud everything is with the engines roaring and people screaming for their teams.

“Y/N come on!” Your friend calls out with pure excitement as she looks back behind her shoulder beaming you her wide smile.

Guilt slightly took over you because you felt bad for wanting to already leave. Sighing to yourself, you closed your eyes momentarily before opening them up again only to feel intense panic seeking in. You had lost sight of your friend in a place where it is immensely packed with people.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You mumbled to yourself as you pushed passed people with small “excuse me” and “sorry” being thrown around as you moved around.

A hand took hold of your wrist which caused you to flinch and looked to the side to see someone you don’t know dragging you up to where the cars are.

“Hey! Let go of me!” You said as you pushed at their hand before finally getting their grasp off of your wrist. “What gives!?”

“Listen we need a flag girl and you’re the first one I saw that wasn’t practically throwing themselves at me to let them go.” The man says as he looks at you with hopes in his eyes.

You looked at the man with slight disgust and hesitation at the thought. You knew what a flag girl had to do, courtesy to the movie Fast and the Furious, but that didn’t mean YOU knew the rules.

How bad could it be. Right?

Sighing to yourself once again, you nodded at the man. “Fine I’ll be the flag girl.” You mumbled out which caused the man to cheer and drag you again towards the starting line.

Before you reached the starting line, the man stopped once again and looked back at you and started to assess your outfit.

“You gotta change something here.” The man said as he frowned slightly.

“Change? My outfit?” You said as you looked down at your outfit. You wore torn boyfriend jeans, with your white sneakers, a black and white flannel with a white bandana wrapped around your head.

“Yeah yeah. I mean it looks good give your props for that but ima need you to unbutton that flannel of yours’.” The man said as he gave you a cheeky smile.

“I- thank baby Jesus I decided to wear a crop top underneath this.” You mumbled as you started to unbutton the flannel.

“You look great! Come one let’s get you to the line.” The man says as he drags you once again to the starting line.

Once placed in the middle, the man gives you another smile as the cars started to line up on either side of you.

“If you need anything later on, the name’s Johnny.” The man says as he gives you a pat on your shoulders before walking away.

The cars started to rev their engines as they prepared themselves for the start of the race. Curiosity taking the best of you, you leaned forward slightly and peaked inside the cars.

A tall figure leaning back against his car’s seat with his wrist on the stirring wheel, ducks his head down and looks at you with a smirk on his face.

Blushing, you widen your eyes slightly before looking to your left to see a rather figure tall leaning against his door with his elbow propped out. His eyes traveled from your feet up until you two made eye contact and he winked at you.

Quickly looking away, you cleared your throat and looked at both of them before raising both of your hands up.

“Racers! On my mark — get set — GO!”

With that, the racers speed off into their race. Releasing the breath your were holding, you started to make your way back into the crowd where you saw your friend waiting for you at the front.

“You were so cool up there!” Your friend cheered as she jumped on her tippy toes while clapping her hands.

You chuckled nervously as you looked down at your feet while a shy grin plays on your face. “You think so?” You questioned her as a blush took over your face.

“Hell yeah! Especially when Lucas and Mark lined up and basically flirted with you.” Your friend said as she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Dude stop, they’re just flirting it’s nothing serious.” You laughed as you pushed your friend’s shoulder lightly, causing the two of you to giggle.

“Excuse me.” You hear and then you felt a pat on your shoulder.

You turned around and you felt your eyes widen at the sight of one of the racers in the first line up.

“I’m Mark.” The guy introduced himself with a boyish grin as he extends his hand out towards you.

“O-oh um I’m Y/N.” You said as you smiled slightly and as you shake his hand.

“Wassup? Wanna be my sugar mama?”

“Huh?”

“Joking! I was joking! Well — kind of but you looked good out there!” Mark rambled out as the tips of his ears turned red as he tried to laugh it off.

Which caused you to laugh as you looked at him continuing to ramble.

Hearing you laugh, caused him to stop rambling and look at you with a smile on his face.

“Why — why are we laughing?” Mark laugh slightly as he looks at you mesmerized.

“Just how naturally you put yourself out there.” You said as you looked at him with a smile.

The tip of his ears turned even more red which caused you to chuckle and coo at him at how cute he is for being so shy. To which this caused the two of you to continue talking and getting to know one another more.

“Hey, so uh — do you want to hang out in my car after the races are over? Or at least when my races are done? I only got like...2 more.” Mark rambled out as he looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

Seeing the way he was looking at you, you knew you couldn’t say no. “I’d love that.” You said as you smiled widely at him and feeling glad that your friend dragged you out of your dorm room for the night.

updated on: feb. 01, 2024 🕷️

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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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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.

#listen i know i should proofread this but my head: [hurts] and i haven’t released a fic in so long ong #i’ll proofread it later; pinky promise !! #i was watching fast and furious and i suddenly had the urge to write streetracer jeno hhhhhhhh #i should be working on requests but instead i did this #i’m so sorry 👉🏻👈🏻 #i hope you still like it though 👉🏻👈🏻 #lee jeno #nct dream #nct #lee jeno x reader #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #lee jeno au #nct dream au #nct au #lee jeno fluff #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #lee jeno one-shot #nct dream one-shot #nct one-shot #lee jeno fic #nct dream fic #nct fic #lee jeno scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios

[markftmingi]

SUPER CAR - JOHNNY SEO

au: nct au, streetracer!au

pairing: streetracer!johnny x doctor!reader

genre: fluff & angst

summary: being a doctor meant that you saw a lot of patients on a daily basis but you definitely didn’t expect to see your younger brother and your ex-husband in the emergency room for the same reason.

“dr. y/l/n, has no one informed you yet?” one of the other doctors, wen junhui, asked when he stopped by your office.

“informed me about what?”

“your ex-husband and brother are in the emergency room.”

you were quick to get up and run to the emergency room. you knew what the reason could be. after all, it was the reason that you and your ex-husband had got a divorce in the first place. johnny seo was a streetracer. he was apart of an illegal secret race organization. it was exciting at first. dating the big bad streetracer in high school was a totally rush. you’d go to all his races. sometimes you would be in the crowd, sometimes he’d let you ride with him. he never lost so the money he earned was plentiful. being high school sweethearts led to you being engaged in college. the day after your college graduation, you were a married woman. it didn’t last too long sadly. racing was growing old. you wanted johnny home at normal hours, you wanted your husband to settle down into a safe job. something legal. but he wasn’t ready to give up that life. johnny loved you but he loved racing more.

“hi, noona,” your brother greeted you with a small smile.

his arm was wrapped in a blue cast and he had a few cuts on his face and arms.

“oh save it, jisung. you’re racing now? are you kidding me?”

“don’t yell at him. i was the one who recruited him.” johnny spoke up.

you looked up at him for the first time since your divorce. johnny still looked as handsome as ever. more mature, more built, more pain in his honey eyes. he had blood-stained gauze and bandages wrapped tightly around his bare torso.

“i know that. same way you recruited yangyang and jeno too. you even got chenle fixing cars and he knew nothing about mechanics before he met you...what are your injuries?”

johnny smirked slightly, “three broken ribs, 5 stitches, and a punctured lung... they said it’ll be awhile before i can leave and guess who’s my personal doctor?”

“you’re an idiot,” you mumbled.

jisung cleared his throat, “well, i can be discharged today so i think i’m gonna head home.”

“don’t think i won’t tell mom about this,” you called out as he walked out the room.

“you don’t seem as mad as i thought you would be.”

“what do you want me to say, johnny? the only thing i’m mad about is that you two reckless idiots crashed. sure you recruited my baby brother but i understand why he was so eager to say yes. racing is addicting. the rush of it is powerful. i miss racing too.”

johnny shrugged, “then race again.”

“i-what? johnny, please. i’m a doctor now. i can’t put my job on the line like that.”

“just one race. there’s a race between me and taeyong two weeks from now. just ride with me for one last night. please,” he begged.

and you did. for one last night, you pushed your responsibilities aside and raced along side of the love of your life. little did you know, it wouldn’t be the last time.

#johnny seo #nct johnny #nct johnny au #nct johnny angst #nct 127 au #nct au #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #johnny seo imagines #johnny seo scenarios #johnny seo au #streetracer johnny au #nct #nct 127

[starjaem]

[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

[dalivanmagritte]

NCT FIC REC : JEONG JAEHYUN

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just us. (fav, smut, fluff, royal!au)

promise of duke (fav, smut, nobless!au)

oops, baby (i love you) (fav, smut, fluff, angstish, modern royal!au)

a summer love (fav, fluff, suggestive, 60's!au, smalltowngirl!au)

seeds of pomegranate (fav, angst, smut, fluff, greek mythology!au)

just us. (smut, fluff, royal!au)

sleep well? (smut, incubus!au)

of sunrise and roses (fluff, suggestive, demigod!au, mythology!au)

on the shore of the styx (angst, mythology!au)

son of zeus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of lachesis (fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of dionysus (angst, demigod!au, mythology!au)

the charming (smut, housemate!au, college!au)

not so charming (fluff, hogwarts!au)

romanée-conti (smut, fluff, sugardaddy!au)

the v week spy (smut, fluff, college!au, stvalentine!au)

king of the streets (smut, fluff, angst, streetracer!au, journalist!au)

begin again (smut, angst)

rose bud (smut, fluff, angstish, college!au)

pregnant partner (fluff, smut)

je ne sais quoi (fluff, suggestive)

two worlds appart part.2 (angst, smut, royal!au)

midday reverie (smut, angst, fluff, abo!au)

twilight (smut, vampire!au)

boy toy (smut)

body party (smut, boxer!au)

milf (smut, fluff, milf!au)

no distraction (smut)

one of the girls (smut, neighbor!au)

sleep well, princess (fluff, smut, brotherbff!au)

horizon (smut, office!au, ceo!au)

chained (smut, arranged marriage!au)

Fucking up the sheets (smut)

back for more (smut)

our little secret (smut, ceo!au)

shapeshifter wolf (fluff, angst, witch!au, shapeshifter!au)

teacher's pet (smut, teacher!au)

deadly kiss (smut, office!au)

head over broomsticks (fluff, suggestive, hogwarts!au)

jaehyun's new secretary (smut, office!au, ceo!au)

stress no more (smut, ceo!au)

make a mess for me (smut)

racer (smut, angst, streetracer!au)

trick or treat (smut, halloween!au, dad!jaehyun, neighbour!reader, ceo!au)

trick or treat (smut, halloween!au, neighbour!au, voyeur!au)

a nonsense christmas (smut, camgirl!au)

christmas puppy (smut, fluff)

cockwarming (smut)

runway (angst, fluff, smutish, e2l!au, fashion!au)

stars, moons & other celestial bodies (angstish, fluff, retro!au)

you have one missed call (smut)

wrong hands (smut, bodyguard!au, mafia!au)

tits obsessed (smut)

19:30 (smut)

heart aches (smut)

honeymoon avenue (smut, angstish)

around the corner (fluff, angst, rich!au)

deadly kiss (smut, fluff, office!au, architect!au, engineer!au)

boyfriend material (fluff, fake dating!au, angstish, college!au)

7:37 (fluff, college!au)

baby making (smut, new parents!au)

hearts won at practice (fluff, smut, junior footballplayer!au)

pastas? (fluff)

that's it (smut)

popsicle (smut)

perv! jaehyun (smut)

perfume (smut, werewolf!au, witch!au)

danger x johnny (smut, abo!au)

can you handle it? x johnny, jeno, jaemin (smut)

i wanna make you scream (smut, ghostface!au)

send in the clowns x mark x haechan (smut, halloween!au)

#nct #jaehyun #smut #fluff #nct 127 #nct fic #nct fic rec #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun smut #jaehyun angst #jaehyun one shot #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fic #jaehyun fanfic

[marksassybanana]

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

[cloudyynct]

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

[cherrybyunss]

Ridin’ Club! Series (NCT Dream x Reader Smut AU)

You’d known Mark for as long as you remembered, or knew what it meant to have a friend. He’d come to you, or you’d go to him, and you’d walk around the suburbs, hand in hand in your little adventures – smiling, laughing, falling, getting hurt, crying, and laughing again alongside each other. It had been the two of you against the world.

Till three boys your age and one a couple years younger came around. You didn’t remember any clear lines between the times. One day it was just you and Mark, and the next, Jeno, Donghyuck, Jaemin and Jisung each held a piece of your heart too.

Fast forward to high school, the six of you who’d grown up together found yourselves warming up to the two curious new Chinese kids, and Renjun and Chenle found a way into your hearts just like that, like it was meant to be.

And today, the eight of you together owned a clubhouse, The Ridin’ Club, the most happening underground place for dancing, gaming, and street racing in the entire city.

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🐰 - fluff         💦 - smut

Characters and their routes:

Y/N

drives a Chevrolet Corvette C8, calls cars gorgeous, is a badass.

God Is A Woman (a small intro to our protagonist and the people around her because why not)

Mark Lee

leader of the pack, with a Shelby GT500. respect and loyalty 101.

Dangerous Woman Pt. 1   🐰

Dangerous Woman Pt. 2   💦

Dangerous Woman Pt. 3

Huang Renjun

Aston Martin DB11 riding brain of the group. also its heart.

Positions

Lee Jeno

bad boy alert!! actually a sweetheart. loves his Chevrolet Camaro ZL1.

Everyday

Lee Donghyuck

fixes cars for fun. some Audi RS7, but also some Toyota Supra. he’s fun ;)

Boyfriend

Na Jaemin

him and his BMW M5 are always the hottest things to ride. truly.

Into You

Zhong Chenle

McLaren 12C and Porsche 911 ‘cause he can. the life everywhere he goes.

Side To Side

Park Jisung

baby of the group. but not so baby... owns a Ferrari 458. yes, hot.

34+35 Pt. 1   💦

34+35 Pt. 2

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• Masterlist •

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct racer au #nct streetracer au #bad boys nct dream #nct dream racer au #nct x reader smut #nct dream x reader smut #nct dream x reader #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct mark smut #jeno smut #lee jeno smut #nct jeno smut #renjun smut #huang renjun smut #nct renjun smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut #nct jaemin smut #chenle smut #zhong chenle smut #nct chenle smut #jisung smut #park jisung smut #nct jisung smut #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #nct haechan smut

[tryagainmv]

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.

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