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shift gears - h.rj | ridin’ club

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genre ➠ slow burn, smut, some fluff if you squint wordcount ➠ 6.8k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!renjun, enemies to lovers, college!au ━ where you and renjun hate each other’s guts, but still want to fuck the shit out each other. warnings ➠ explicit language, hate fucking, renjun is a little mean, degradation kink, choking kink, oral receiving and giving, dom!renjun, public sex, clothed sex, big dick renjun synopsis ➠  The main goal of joining the club is to make friends who share your same enjoyment of racing, but Huang Renjun will not let you live. The self proclaimed best racer is nothing, but good at shifting gears quickly because he’s the only one who drives stick shift. Competitiveness has never been in your nature, but you’d do anything to shut him up — even if it means kissing him.

Since the day you joined the Ridin Club, Huang Renjun didn’t give you a break. Oftentimes, you wondered how much hatred fueled in such a tiny man. However, don’t let height be the telling part of who Huang Renjun is. His robust, loud, passionate personality speaks bolder than any part of his physical appearance. 

A boy with soft delicate features can turn sharp. It’s faster than anyone you’ve ever seen, the piercings that dot his upper cheekbone and adjacent eyebrow gives him a bit of an edge. One word. One move. And his warm smile can come falling down before you can get a glimpse.

For the longest time, you were unable to pinpoint why Renjun disliked you so much. There were many girl participants in the club, but even with the few, the boys never treated you all differently. The Ridin’ Club’s mission and sole purpose was to embrace friendly competition and to share a love for the thrills that come from racing.

When joining, you had been convinced by a few friends you had met through a car meet to show up for at least one race. Nevertheless, it wasn’t just the perfect club that called to your niche interest that had you signing up, but also the four main members that started it all. 

Lee Haechan is a star in the darkest night. He is admirable on the tracks, and absolutely the brightest in the crowd. There is an undying flame in his eyes that will take years to put out. 

Na Jaemin is a true celebrity. He walks with an unbothered aura, completely immersed in the spotlight and the face tied with the infamous club. Recruits fawn over his man as if they know no other, and it’s completely acceptable to do so. 

Lee Jeno is a diamond in the rough. He quietly observes, some may miss him if they don’t examine with more detail. Although he prefers to remain out of the spotlight, he never fails to impress on the tracks.  

Lastly, Huang Renjun is a temperamental champion. It’s difficult for you to admit it, but his winning streaks are evidence of how great of a racer he is. Though a bit more soft spoken compared to the other louder members, his big personality is definitely hard to ignore. 

These four distinct individuals are what make up the aspects of Ridin Club. There could be no other core member to establish such a dynamic. They are ones to be respected, but casual enough to still hold a friendship. There is too much that you’re grateful for being a member of this club.

Jeno helped with wrapping your car in a shiny new vinyl wrap, all simply because he didn’t want you to slave over the renovations to your car. Haechan coached you through high stress situations, especially during your most vulnerable moments when visions on the road seem to blur. Jaemin has gifted many random additional features for your interior, some being way over your own budget. 

While the three boys are incredibly friendly and sweet, Renjun and you have a different kind of friendship. It’s one where you two simply cannot stand in the same vicinity or else hell breaks loose. As much as he’s admirable, he’s extremely difficult to get along with. If anything, there never seemed to be a chance with him. 

Your love-hate relationship, mostly hate, has grown into the worst feelings of competitiveness with the boy. If seen on campus, you do not acknowledge him. At races, he does not approach you unless he’s feeling rather mischievous to challenge you. During club meetings, you avoid him as much as you can, but situations seem to always pit you two together.

“(Y/N), I saw your new rims in the parking lot. They look out of this world.” Jeno compliments as he shrugs off his tattered thick leather jacket, the kindest smile reassuring you.

The auditorium is rather warm during the Spring weather and packing several sweaty men between cushioned seats is never the best idea. Nevertheless, Ridin Club meetings are always a treat; it’s a chance of socialization between members and less about the competition.

“Right, as if you don’t have the same ones?” You tease back, his smile turning more into a shy smirk as he leans back against the seat.

“Well, let’s just say you have great taste.” Jeno chuckles. Haechan enters and spots the harmonious scene. He can’t resist the banter, knowing that you’re bold enough to bite back.

“Laughing about how Jeno almost got jumped in the parking lot?” Haechan coolly slides into the seat on your other side. His brown locks fall messily above his brow and the scent of a new car follows his aura.

“I wasn’t jumped. We were mobbed by Jaemin's fanclub.” Jeno rolls his eyes, a finger rubbing his temples. 

“No wonder why he hasn’t shown up yet.” You mumble, quite aimlessly to yourself.

“Miss him already?” Haechan puckers up his lips in an attempt to mock you. He’s always asserting the false narrative that you have a crush on Jaemin when the man is more in love with himself than anyone he would ever encounter. Jaemin is also far from your type, not that they know anyways.

“No. I miss Renjun, need someone not afraid to fight back.” You pout, sarcasm clearly painting your expression and words. This simple statement causes both boys to laugh, all until Renjun steps into the room with the darkest glare. 

“Oh boy…” Jeno mutters as his friend approaches with hot steps, no friendly welcomes to the rest of the members of the club. 

“What’s the problem, today?” Haechan stands with his hands dug deep into his pockets. Renjun releases a heavy sigh, puffing his chest at all the distress in his veins.

“I got my car washed today and they scratched up the paint on my doors.” His voice represents more defeat, rather than the bustling roar he usually speaks in during one of his fumes. His face drops, along with his shoulders.

“Aw, you poor thing.” There is no reason, absolutely none, that compels you to be so mean. Renjun rolls his eyes upon acknowledging your presence.

“At least, my car isn’t a sight for sore eyes. I suggest getting your car washed so they can help you remove your hideous paint job.” Renjun snaps back, and something deep within you feels a spark of excitement. He catches onto the malicious gleam in your eyes and the slight curve in your smile. 

“It’s wrapped, thanks for noticing.” Sarcastic remarks are your forte. “Also, that place did you a favor. Now, you can actually invest in some innovations to your lame ride.” Renjun chews at the inside of his cheek, his temper rising by the second. 

You two hold eye contact, as if it would be a loss if one of you looked away first. The award-winning smirk plasters your face annoyingly and he stares back with the most smoldering look. The tension is practically suffocating, leaving Jeno and Haechan long gone to tend to others. 

“What do you know about having a hot ride?” 

“I am one.” You snicker, the confidence oozing from your body language. Renjun blows his bang out of his face and crosses his arms. 

“If only you had this same level of confidence in your driving, you’d win more races, baby.” His laugh hurts a bit of your pride, but you try not to let it phase you. Renjun steps closer, until the tips of your noses graze lightly. For a brief moment, you both break eye contact and take a quick look at how dangerously close your lips are. 

His pale skin is as clear as day and if he didn’t wear such a taunting smirk, you’d actually fawn over how attractive he is. His cheekbone piercing always stuck out to you, liking your men with a little edge to them. Now that you’ve examined his features up close and personal, Renjun may actually be your type and that thought is enough for you to feel your gut twist into knots. 

“I can’t fucking stand you.” Crossing your arms, your demeanor drops slightly. You can roll your eyes all you want, Renjun finds it quite humorous how much you despise him. You are exactly the type to drive him wild, that only exists in fantasies. Because of this, he can’t imagine he’d get your attention any other way. 

“The feeling is mutual.” Renjun scoffs, taking this opportunity to walk away to join the rest of the members. While you silently fume to yourself, Renjun’s stare still lingers. What an incredible person you are, and he hates it. For once, he wants to admit that someone is better than him. Nonetheless, he can’t get himself to speak the words into existence and knows no other way to keep you entertained. 

While Jeno is the nice one, Jaemin showers you in affection and gifts, and Haechan teases you lightly, Renjun struggles with finding his role in your life. It wasn’t always this way for you two.

Renjun knew of you before your membership. You were this chic and courageous girl that invested in this sport as if it’s her whole career. Passionate. 

He saw it in the way you spoke about racing. Every potential member he’s come across didn’t exhibit your drive and spirit. Surprisingly, Renjun was the one who vouched for your membership, he was the one who fought for you to get into the exclusive club. 

Unfortunately, you’ll never know that and he’ll never let you know that. Somewhere in the midst of the beginnings, Renjun messed up and completely came off way too standoffish when approaching you. It was so strange, he’s never felt as nervous as he was around you. The only way he could combat these odd feelings was to warp a version of you he couldn’t like. So, he hated you.

He hated the way your passion was so loud and proud, when he was only ever obsessed with winning. He hated how easy it was for you to coexist with everyone else. He hated you for being so perfect, the ideal person he’d fall for. 

How you managed to leave with Renjun at the block’s hottest party later that night is beyond any explanation you can give yourself. Renjun stumbles over his feet, arm loosely wrapped around your lower waist. His hot hand burns at your exposed skin, but the crisp late night air causes goosebumps to form. 

You can’t shake off this hazy vision, as your world slowly blurred into one color. The strong effects of the alcohol throws you into a whirl and without you knowing, your body leans heavily against your greatest enemy. However in any others’ eyes, you two seem rather friendly under the low hanging stars. 

“Sweetheart, stay with me here.” The nickname is no longer sarcastic, although it is usually used in mockery. Renjun suddenly sounds fully alert, ringing in your ears as if you never forgot how his usual nag sounds. You just catch the clear vision of him snapping his fingers, but the focus is quick to slip. 

“(Y/N), hey! Drunkie!” Renjun catches you by your shoulders, your body bumping and swaying all over him. He groans at the pathetic sight, he’s absolutely helpless in the middle of the dirty front lawn. He silently swears underneath his breath, your droopy eyes completely shut now. 

Renjun makes an executive decision to find Jeno, the designated driver for the night. He knew that there was going to be no possible way for him to drive after drinking and he genuinely didn’t feel safe tucking you away in a random room. 

With all his strength, Renjun hoists you onto his back and you’re practically dead-weight at this point. Your arms dangle around his neck and he makes sure everything is secure before entering the noisy and robust house.

The night is still young or the alcohol is reaching its peak for many people as Renjun maneuvers past several couples grinding against each other to the loud sensual music. The low lighting makes everything twice as hard to spot his friend, but Jeno makes eye contact with him immediately as he enters from the kitchen.

Renjun signals with an eyebrow raise and slight tilt of his head, backtracking toward the front door again. Jeno follows, dodging random drunk individuals trying to dance with him. 

“She’s out?” Jeno asks, almost breathless when he escapes the traps of sweaty bodies. The night is much quieter, Renjun can hear your small snores in his right ear.

“Absolutely shitfaced.” Renjun chuckles, but his grip on your thighs doesn’t falter. He’s afraid of letting you go, of letting you fall.

“Want me to take her back?” Jeno pulls his keys out quickly. “Are you staying or should I take you back too?” 

“I’ll just come with, can’t stand drunkies making out against the wall and the alcohol is all gone.” Renjun happily walks with you on his back, striding next to Jeno to find his friend’s sick ride. “The others gonna be okay?”

“Fuck that. Jaem and Haechan already left with someone.” Jeno laughs, opening the back door for Renjun to gently place you in the car. You’re so far gone that Renjun doubts you’ll remember anything. “I was looking around for you and (Y/N), good thing you two came as a pairing.”

Renjun slightly blushes; it might be the existing alcohol in his system that heats him up, or it could be the fact that Jeno mentioned you two as a pairing. Nevertheless, the silly thought doesn’t fester in his head as he punches his friend lightly. “You’re lucky I’m drunk or I would have cussed you out for that one.”

“Just admit you like (Y/N) and it’ll be the end of discussion.” Jeno hops into the driver’s seat with a smug smirk, but Renjun hesitates to answer him. He looks back at your sleeping figure flopped over the leather seats, as peaceful as you could ever be. 

He can’t shake off the feeling tonight. Your body against his, even briefly, felt like a spark of lightning. Something about you on his back, cozy and snuggled up against his neck, drives him into the sweetest imaginations.

“So you don’t deny it.” Jeno whispers, one hand on the wheel and the audacity seeping from his aura. 

Renjun glares with deadly eyes, “Could care less about playing into your jokes.” 

“But you don’t actually hate her.” 

Renjun gulps, “I don’t, but I think she does. Everything is complicated, we’re too far gone to fix anything.” 

Jeno scoffs, “you two step on each other’s toes and it’s hard to ignore the tension from your fights. It’s disgusting how bad you two are down for each other.”

“You’re all delusional.” Renjun rolls his eyes, but the thumping against his ribcage tells a different story. “We race tomorrow, don’t ruin the competitiveness between us or how am I supposed to have some fun?”

Jeno only smiles, knowing that it is as close to a confession as he's going to get from Renjun. As stubborn as Renjun usually is, enough alcohol in his system could break down his walls.

Once Jeno pulls into your apartment complex, Renjun assists him with helping you back into your building. Your compex is rather dark and eerie, not a sound in sight and not a light seeping from underneath doors. It might have been the confused look on Renjun’s face upon entering the quiet atmosphere, but Jeno switches on every light switch he passes.

“Her housemates all went home for the weekend.” It’s as if being at your place is second nature for Jeno, when Renjun has only visited a few times. It definitely smells like the sweet reminisce of your perfume, knowing that smell every time you pass by him.

“She’s all alone here?” Renjun asks as the two of them tuck you into your bed. You’re beyond unconscious, completely unaware that you’re even in the safety of your own place. However, this troubles Renjun to a mild degree and it doesn’t sit right with him to leave you here by yourself. He just can’t seem to spit it out.

Jeno peers up at him as he ruffles your blankets, gently making them comfortable for you. “That’s right.” He is suspicious of Renjun’s question, knowing damn well they both saw how empty it was walking in. 

“That sucks.” Renjun nervously chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He just can’t say how he wants to stay, to make sure you’re safe throughout the night.

“Yeah, I would stay but my girl is waiting for me.” Jeno checks the nightstand, “I’m going to get her some water.” Jeno hurries out of the room, key jingling as he walks.

Renjun looks down at your sleeping figure, unsure what is compelling him to want to protect you. It could be the effects of the alcohol still running its course, but there is a gut feeling inside of him that is screaming at him to swallow his pride for once.

You begin to toss and turn, small inaudible noises coming from you. Your eyes are still closed, skin still hot, and breath still smelling like alcohol. 

Nonetheless, you mumble his name briefly, and Renjun leans forward in order to hear you better. Throughout this entire night, you hadn’t muttered a sound or a word. He’s shocked, to say the least, as your lips part again to speak. You’re clearly still beyond drunk, but you mutter soft words for him to hear.

“Stay.” And that is just enough for him to tell Jeno that he doesn’t need a ride home. 

The next morning was a complete disaster. You woke up with the fattest headache and smeared makeup. You can’t remember much of the previous night and what a shock it was to see Renjun lying on your living room couch. Of all the people … why was Huang Renjun sleeping over your place? 

He woke up to your scream upon seeing him on your sofa, hitting the floor as if it was a scene from a sitcom. You two bickered for a few moments, learning that Renjun also couldn’t remember much of the night either besides having Jeno take you home. 

Needless to say, Renjun was completely hungover and out the door as fast as he could. But of course, not without reminding about how he is gonna kick your ass tonight at the race.

“I’ll make you eat your words, Huang Renjun.” 

The rev of engines roars through the silent night. Renjun rubs his knuckles against his temple as his other hand handles the wheel. Your car finally pulls up beside him, windows rolled down and an arrogant smug on your gorgeous face.

“Does your head hurt?” The plain mockery in your tone picks at his temper, but he only scoffs back. He rolls his eyes, dragging his teeth against his bottom lip.

“You really do drive me insane, Y/N.” Renjun mutters softly, but something about his words does not sound sarcastic or mean. If anything, it sounds like a personal remark that he hopes you didn’t catch onto. However, you hear him so clear over the engines and cheering crowd that those words send a ping to your heart. 

“Are we ready, lovebirds?” Jaemin appears between your vehicles, a hand placed on the sills of your windows. His hearty chuckle is friendly, but the nickname irritates Renjun more than usual. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You scoff, heart pounding in your chest from all the adrenaline building inside of your system. 

“She just can’t wait to lose.” Renjun winks, as he readjusts in his seat and the road vast and clear for him. 

“Alright, this is a friendly competition. So, play nice.” A slap on your car doors signal the start of the countdown. Your foot hovers over the gas, fingers tight around your wheel and eyes focus ahead. 

In a blink of an eye, you and Renjun fly forward toward the horizon. The track is short and straight loop, no confusion and no excuse to lose. Victory should be easy tonight, so why does your car feel heavy under your feet?

You have a lead as Renjun is close on your tail. Sweat slightly lines your brow, checking your rearview mirror repeatedly to see how close his lights seem. There was something that bothered you the entire day, why was Huang Renjun over at your apartment? What exactly happened last night? 

The questions trouble you greatly, like a blister waiting to be popped any second. Jeno refused to answer your pestering, leaving you with one word answers and ambiguity. 

As the road recedes underneath your vehicle, the night sky feels as if it's caving in. Tonight feels oddly different, you’re usually pumped and fueled with hatred. Races against Renjun have always been intensely competitive and fierce, but he is staying behind you for too long. He has you second guessing your confidence. You aren’t sure how this man managed to get into your head, but you can’t stop thinking about how his words made you feel just minutes ago.

As you two approach the finish line, a light bump against your bumper startles you from your clouded judgement. Renjun, then, speeds ahead. His tires leave tracks along the concrete and you’re cursing underneath your breath at how you let him distract you.

“Can you drive?! It’s not bumper cars out here.” You pull up aggressively next to him in a parking spot, rushing out of your seat to fume with anger at his petty move.

Renjun coolly steps out of his car, lights and engine still running. Your spit gets caught at the back of your throat at the small smirk that rests on his pink lips and the way his hand runs through his messy strands. 

His voice is gentle, but full of darkness. “No, because I’d rather be bumping something else.” He cocks an eyebrow at you, piercing just adding to his edge. 

“Shut up, you cheat.” You blow the hair out of your face, arms crossed across your chest.

Renjun laughs, “shouldn’t have lost your focus, sweetheart.” His face drops to a deadly expression, heading back to bask in another one of his glories.

“You’re really not all that of a hot shot.” Your statement causes him to stop in his tracks. Normally, you can predict his reaction. It’s like watching a child throw a fit, but he remains cool. The aura around him is entirely shifted. 

“Care for a ride, then? I think you probably need a front seat of how a champion drives.” His offer piques your interest more than it does mock you. Renjun never offers to drive anyone other than himself, knowing damn well that all his friends are racers with a habit of backseat driving.

“If it’ll mean proving you wrong, then sure.” You shrug, hopping into his passenger seat without any hesitation. Renjun blinks, not actually expecting your boldness to bite back at him. Nonetheless, he closes the door and joins you in the tight space.

He can feel his palms grow a bit slick with sweat. The smaller space feels way more intimate than it needs to be, it’s just the two of you. It’s as if a tension thicker than mud fills every crevice. 

You observe the personality of his car --- sleek and clean. His car is a direct reflection of him and you actually like how the driver compliments the vehicle. “So, you going to start driving or are we going to sit here all night?” 

Renjun notices Jeno and Haechan in his side mirror, smiling and nodding at each other as if they know something he doesn’t. However, he shakes them off and rests his hand on the stick shift. 

In all honesty, you’ve never seen someone drive stick before. It has always been impressive in retrospect, but now that you’re actually witnessing it firsthand, it’s beyond anything you could do. At least for now.

“How long have you been driving?” Your question is out of pure curiosity, not an assessment. Your eyes never leave the gear stick, watching as Renjun moves it as it is second nature. 

“Since high school. Did a lot of car meets with older guys and started racing when the city slept.” Renjun drives with nowhere in mind, but it doesn’t bother him. Oddly enough, he finds comfort in you being next to him, like how he’s always wished you’d be.

“You never got caught?” Racing is illegal, even more so industrial areas with speed limits that monitor the streets. You picked up this passion only when you entered college, where meeting an array of individuals led you on the journey you are now. 

Renjun shakes his head, “not once. I know how to control my speed at any moment.” 

You nod in recognition, “that’s actually impressive.” 

There it goes: the subtlety in your smile makes his heart tremble. He peeks over at your profile momentarily, your demeanor relaxes in his leather seats and he begins to notice the light makeup on your eyes. These small details are the ones that he tries hard to ignore, he can’t let you catch him staring.

“You know, I’m not as bad as your head makes me out to be.” Renjun tests his waters, treading lightly to gauge your response. Nonetheless, his hands grow slick against the wheel.

You scoff, blowing a piece of hair out of your face. Looking over at Renjun, the boy sits with legs spread open and one hand on the wheel. Part of his hair is gelled out of his face and the other covers his forehead partly. Your eyes travel from his cheek piercing down to his light pink lips, your mind conjuring up the most outrageous thoughts.

“I’ll admit…” your voice falters slightly, gulping the spit that manages to pool in the back of your throat. “... you are hot when you drive, but I still dislike you.”

Renjun smirks, not taking his eyes off the road to steal a glance at your shyness. “The feeling is mutual. I know I’m hot so it’s not uncommon.”

You laugh, “wow, so you have a massive ego. How could I forget?” Your question is laced with light playful sarcasm, but Renjun catches you off guard with his next response.

“You want to know what else is big?” His words are suddenly dark, a different tension filling the air. You’re unsure how the atmosphere managed to shift, especially with Huang Renjun. You hated this guy, right? 

Nevertheless, your stomach dances in circles at the odd silence. “S-shut up.”

Renjun pulls into an empty parking lot far out from the main road. “I’m just playing, sweetheart.” He points out the window at the night sky, “ever seen how beautiful the stars are here?”

His change in conversation leaves you unsettled, like you anticipated more from him. “What else is big besides your ego?” 

Renjun blinks over with taunting eyes, his pupils as dark as the horizon. His crooked smirk is more than telling, but you wonder if his words are going to have another effect on you. “I don’t think a good girl like you would be able to handle it.” 

Your throat closes at the sensual implication in his tone. Good girl, who the hell does he think you are? A fuel adds to your burning fire, as if his backhanded comment poured gasoline into this ruthless relationship. But something inside of you doesn’t want to beat him in a race, or walk away with eyes to the ceiling. A heat bubbles in your lower stomach and it wants to prove him otherwise. 

“C’mon, you’re like five feet on a good day, Renjun.” You cross your arms, trying to remain nonchalant about the heavy tension. His car shuts off and your heart is in your chest, anticipating the sudden intimacy that can escalate in less than seconds.

Renjun unbuckles his seatbelt, relaxing back into his seat with the most arrogant yawn. “I have other ways to make up for my height.”

“Well it’s definitely not your personality.” You bite back, but Renjun is unphased. When did he get so cool? Something about a leveled headed Renjun causes you to tremble. 

“Like I said, I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it. You can barely beat me in a race---” Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, your lips press against his before he can finish. If it means kissing him to finally shut up with this banter, so be it. You’re going to prove him otherwise, shut him up once and for all about this nonsensical competitiveness. 

Renjun’s hand snakes across your jawline, pulling you into him closer. Chills rise across your arms at his movement, knowing that you are kissing your enemy. However, the thrill consumes you as Renjun’s lips hastily want more from you.

“You didn’t even let me finish.” He says as you pull away for a gasp of air. Your thoughts are incomprehensible at the moment, feeling hot and heavy with intimacy. You wanted Renjun. 

Looking over at him, you note the slightly rosy blush across his cheeks and the rise and fall of his chest. “Are you going to let me finish?” 

Renjun meets your eyes with a twinkle. “Get out of the car right now.” Without hesitation, you both leap out of the vehicle quickly. The summer night is warm, the surrounding area being absolutely deserted. He lifts you to sit comfortably on the hood of his car, hand wrapped around your neck to pull you into another steamy kiss. 

His needy hand runs up your shirt, reaching to unclasp your bra. You knew that he was skilled with his hands, but wasn’t aware of this extent. Your bra becomes loose without even a struggle, Renjun pulls away to read your face before proceeding.

“You want this?” He asks, hot hands resting on your thighs. The proximity of the placement is enough to cause you to gush. 

You hated this man, but you wanted to fuck the shit out of him. “Yes, do you?”

“Of course.” Renjun kisses your lips gently, a bit more soft and tender hearted before lifting your shirt up. Your bra is pushed out of the way, tongue against your exposed nipple. 

The stimulation causes shivers to run down your spine. An immediate moan flies from your lips and Renjun unbuttons your jeans. Slipping a hand into your panties, he rubs light strokes on your clit. His knee keeps your legs spread open for him. This position feels so exposed, yet you are still fully clothed. 

“You’re the worst, fucking someone you hate. That’s just twisted.” You have always been used to appraisal from your sexual partners, so this degradation is something new and exciting. Hearing Renjun speak with a lower tone has you growing wetter by every word. 

“What does that say about you?” You grunt as he pulls away, his fingers coated with a sheen. Your nipples are raw in the air and your panties stick to you uncomfortably. 

“Just as twisted, I guess.” He shrugs, licking his fingers clean. “Damn, you taste good.” He smacks your thighs and motions you to stand up. He turns you around, pushing your back lightly to adjust you onto the car. Your stomach presses against the cold metal, ass up for him to admire. 

Renjun peels your pants and panties down halfway to your thighs, getting down on his knees and two hands to spread your slick lips open. “Oh fuck, you’re such a pretty slut.” Renjun can’t wait to devour you, like all the excitement rushing to his dick at the sight of your spread wet pussy before him. 

His tongue enters your hole, warm and full. You gasp into the night, “Renjun!” Your hands curl into fists, completely in a trance from the pleasure.

“I’m going to give you the best fuck of your life, sweetheart. A pretty whore like you deserves it.” His mouth is ruthless across your pussy, dragging his tongue in and out of you while also paying close attention to your clit. Your legs shake every time he flicks against your sensitive bud.

The feeling of his hot mouth against your skin sends goosebumps forming along your body. It’s quite sensational, especially knowing how badly you wanted to rip his head off just an hour ago for bumping your car. It’s as if all the hate turned into adrenaline and utter lust. Renjun eats you out with such a gentle rage, like he also is fueled by this spiteful excitement.

All the while, his hand is giving your ass some light smacks and keeping you spread open. “Fuck, Renjun. I need you in me before I bust.”

You try to swat his face away from your pussy, knowing one more lick could send you into your climax. Renjun stands, unbuckling his pants and pulling his dick out from the zipper. “Deep breaths, it can be quite a bit of stretch.” 

His warning is sincere, as he enters slowly and every part of your lower regions is on fire from the sudden stretch. You wish you could grip onto something to bear the sting, but the cold metal of the car provides none of that. Once he settled all the way in, you released a long exhale and adjusted to his size.

“You mean to tell me you were packing this whole time?” You turn your head to look back at him. His eyes are trained on your entrance, practically drooling over the sight of how he fits inside and how delicious your tight pussy feels around him. 

“And what would you have done with that information?” He scoffs, pinning you down by the back of your neck onto the surface of the car.

“I don’t know.” Your voice is unstable as he begins to move his hips. The pleasurable sting burns as he pulls out, but immediately thrusts back forward. Your body jolts up against the car, taken aback by the power in his hips.

“Treated me kinder?” His next push feels a bit more personal and rough. “Would’ve given me a chance?” 

Renjun isn’t sure what overcomes him, but the image of your pleasurable expression and light squeezes around his cock has butterflies swirling over the crown of his head. The feeling of hot adrenaline is addictive, and his heart could burst at any second. 

“I do treat you kindly.” You whimper, his tip pressing against your sensitive sweet spot. 

Renjun’s ears perk at your slightly bratty tone. “You have a funny way of showing it.” He picks up his pace, every form of competition fueling his thrust. Every moment he has shared with you has been endless bickering, cruel competition, and cut throat insults. 

He can’t even remember when he started to act this way toward you. Nonetheless, he fucking hates it. He rails into you deeper and deeper, fucking out all the hatred and pent up lust. Renjun can no longer think straight and you’re seeing stars at how he is all the way up your gut.

You’re a moaning mess, but it didn’t matter how loud you got. There is no one within a mile radius. Renjun is fucking you so good in an empty parking lot, ass up, pants down to your thighs, and neck pinned to the car surface. 

And you’re close, practically seconds away from the greatest climax of your life. “Please, don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” Your hand holds onto his wrist, while his hand is full of your hips. 

He keeps his constant rhythm, noting how your eyes are starting to roll back as he hits a bit deeper each thrust. Your mouth hangs open at the build up, his tip railing into your sweet spot over and over. 

Renjun is dangerously close too, but he feels your walls closing in around him and the grip on his wrist is tighter than ever. Your eyes are shut and the scream that comes from your chest indicates your orgasm, your legs shaking violently against the vehicle. 

He pulls out quickly, picking you off of the hood and turning you around. You barely get on your knees as his red cock glistens with your juices right in front of you. 

“Open and put that dirty mouth to use.” He says, entering your hot wet mouth that invites him eagerly. You’re still shaking from your own orgasm, your pussy feeling empty and sore now that Renjun is stuffing your cheeks. 

The wet sounds mixed with your soft tongue sucking at his sensitive tip sends him over his edge. With a grunt, his hand is lightly placed on the back of your head as he cums in your mouth. 

His dick pulses in your mouth, and the pure sight of Renjun all fucked out above you is mesmerizing. You never knew how badly you wanted to see him just lose himself, until this very moment. 

You aren’t entirely sure how you started spending your nights in empty parking lots with your greatest enemy. Nonetheless, here you two are again as you’re shoving each other’s tongues down your throats.

You straddle Renjun in the driver’s seat, making out with him until you two run out of air. His needy hands roam all parts of your body, squeezing your thighs and your breasts. Nights like these have been occurring more frequently after the first fuck. 

Though you two have become quite acquainted with each other, the others aren’t aware of your secret nightly make outs in parking lots. You aren’t too sure how much longer you two can keep it up, especially since the boys blow up Renjun’s phone nonstop.

“Maybe you should just answer it.” You pull away, your chest rising and falling to catch your breath. Renjun narrows his eyebrows, kissing the nape of your neck. You lightly push at his chest, “I’m being serious, Renjun. They’re going to keep calling until you pick up.”

Rolling his eyes, he groans and looks at the rude caller that interrupted his moment with you. “And what am I supposed to say?” Sarcasm in his question, as dark hooded eyes peer up at you. 

“Say you’re with me.” You gulp, and watch as his eyes lighten up at the suggestion.

“Are you sure?”

You grab the phone out of his hand, sliding the screen to answer the call. Renjun barely had time to stop you, as your voice carried, “leave us alone, Haechan.”

“What the hell?! Is that (Y/N)!?” Haechan’s voice is loud through the receiver. 

You watch Renjun’s worried expression, cute enough that you had to plant a kiss of reassurance on his pouty lips. “I’m glad you’re able to recognize my voice. Now, stop calling. We’re busy.”

“Just so you know, we all saw this coming.” Haechan says before he hangs up abruptly, finally giving you two the peace that you have been anticipating.

“There’s no way. We hated each other's guts.” You toss his phone over to the passenger’s seat, wrapping your arms around Renjun’s neck and relaxing into his warmth. 

“I think they were saying that more for me….” Renjun soothes your back with a hesitant hand. 

However, you finally understood loud and clear. Underneath all that concealed hatred was a harbor of likeness for you. Now, waking up to Renjun in your apartment a few mornings ago did not seem so questionable. The thought that appears in your head causes you to giggle slightly, “you’re like those boys who pick on the girl they like.” 

Renjun shoots up, “Am not!” 

“So you don’t like me?” You sit up to face him. He falls silent, his mouth opening and closing to find an explanation. 

He feels his heart in his throat and he looks away shyly. “If I said I did?”

“Then it confirms what I just said. C’mon, Renjun. If I knew you had a crush on me this whole time, I wouldn’t have been so mean to you.” Your thumb brushes against his cheek softly, the beating of his heart increases tenfold. 

You take his silence for his answer. “Us rebels have to stick together because no one else is going to understand us more than we do.” 

He laughs, taking your wrist in his hand. “Yeah, but you’re a bad bitch not because you’re cool, but because you’re bad at driving.”

You pinch at his skin lightly, as you two giggle under the moonlight. And who would’ve thought that this entire time Huang Renjun was absolutely head over wheels for you. He definitely had a funny way of showing it. 

Regardless, you’re thankful to Ridin Club for being there to embrace the hobby that you’re so passionate for and for giving you the opportunity to find people who perfectly align with your interest. And you’re just happy to be included for the thrills and adventure that these four boys have given you. 

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst  wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​​ ; @p-mini​​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​​ ; @pikijaemin​​​ ; @suhweo​​​ ; @yunoyeol​​​ ; @lanadreamie​​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​​ ; 

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating. 

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart. 

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well. 

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.  

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you. 

#neosmutcollective #neowritingsnet #nct-writers #kpopscape #neothestars #nct scenarios #nct smut #jaemin #nct #jaemin smut #jaemin scenarios #na jaemin #nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream smut #nct imagines #nct dream series #ridinclub

[notnctu]

anon who was lighting themselves on fire—yes it very much is a good thing haha I was just squealing the whole time I was reading.

I also had a question about the riding club universe that I forgot to ask sorry: do each of the 00 liners’ like ~love interests~ know each other/coexist? I’d like to think they at least know of each other,, maybe not personally but yeah! Just curious

HAHAHA ok ok ty for the explicit compliment

I didn’t write them in order but the ridin club universe timeline happens in this order (i think?), haechan & jaem might be switched im not too sure:

renjun -> jeno -> haechan -> jaemin

haechan’s y/n knows of them all, given that she is the most consistent and been there for the longest in the timeline. because she is so prevalent as the role of his best friend, she is indirectly the closest to the boys so she knows the tea LOL

Jeno’s y/n does not know of the others. Jaemin’s y/n only indirectly knows of haechan’s and renjun’s bc she actually shows up to a lot of the races where they are frequent at too. But these two love interests are considered more of the ‘out group’ where they aren’t involved within the club and met thru external circumstances.

I believe in Renjun’s I reference how jaemin doesn’t love anyone more than himself (implying he’s still single) and the “girlfriend” jeno leaves to see when dropping drunk y/n is the one he’s mentioned dating in his own part (NOT y/n yet).

They’re also not very flirtatious w the love interest in Renjun’s for the reason that she is a club member and it’s more of a cordial relationship. Jaemin’s love interest is more of a passing acquaintance and it’s hilarious for them to tease at jaemin for bringing around the same girl as often as he did (bc he’s the biggest hoe within the universe)

anyways theres the character breakdown no one asked for HAHAHHAHA

#asks #ridinclub

[notnctu]

legit fell of my bed when i saw youre writing the renjun part

HAHA yea I’ve been writing his part bit by bit 😅 here a little snippet of it :)

#asks #IGNORE MY GREEN DOC #LMAOOO I NEEDED A CHANGE OF MOOD #ridinclub

[notnctu]

SO WE CAN ALL AGREE ON THE FACT THAT BACKSEAT CHRONICLES HAS RUINED ME- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I loved it pls😭 the way Jaemin confessed to reader and his jealousy towards Haechan- PLEASE- the way you described the dominance in his voice- 😳 I may have paused reading to go and drink a little water- anyway so what I'm trying to say is that it was perfect and I loved it <3333

WAHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY TO HEAR SUCH POSITIVE FEEDBACK <3 ILYSM MY BABY MONA AND THANK YOU FOR READING !! it took way too long to write tbh and i feel so bad lol i hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations heheh

#asks #i feel so loved #ur adorable #ridinclub

[notnctu]

hi! how are u guys? i wanted to know when youre going to publish the rest of the ridin series?

hi love! so I just started school again and there’s a lot going on rn but I did start writing the next one! I’m hoping to finish by next weekend or in about 2 weeks time💛 there isnt going to be much activity on the blog from now on so it’s going to be my next full fic release :)

-author doie

#asks #ridinclub

[notnctu]

for the ask game: ‘before the beginning’

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

current project: ridin’ club

He annoyingly taps his foot against the concrete flooring of the large garage, echoing and mixing along with the loudness of mechanics at work. There’s a harsh back and forth between the seller and himself, his hotheadedness getting the best of him as always. But the irritation settles in him more when he feels his phone buzzing nonstop in his front pocket. When he looks down at your ridiculous contact name and the several alarming impatient texts that flood his screen, he’s running out of the car shop to speed over to you.

thank you charm for playing w me heheh !! this one was difficult to interpret lmao i wasnt sure what it meant so i wrote like an event that happens before the actual scenario. 

-author doie ❀

no excuses writing game!

#asks #ask game #im trying so hard not to reveal who the member is #HAHAH #ridinclub

[notnctu]

Can we get a status update on the last ridin' installment? I'm just veryy curious >,>

Yess ofc !! I’m going to be very transparent with everyone and tell y’all that I haven’t written anything for shift gears yet. I’ve made some changes to what I have prioritized on my wips and rn my Christmas collabs need more of my attention than ridin club, so i want to estimate that it’ll be in early February - mid February ? I’m so sorry for such a long wait, I’m very bad at multi-managing things😭😭

#asks #ridinclub

[notnctu]

POV 👀

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

current work: ridin’ club

Nonetheless, you are family to Jeno and his desire to win for you too remained as hot. While he had a false start at the beginning of the race, he finally catches up to the horrendous blinding green car competitor and the rev of his engine roars in the late night. Jeno had one motive: do not let him win, no matter what. So if it meant maxing out his own speedometer to diminish the chance of your past hookup from excelling at the race, he’d do it without a second hesitation. 

thank you for playing this game with me hehehe i hope ur excited for ridin club as i am to finish writing this one!!!

-author doie ❀

no excuses writing game! 

#asks #ask game #ridinclub

[notnctu]

Which if that is what they are talking about there is more than one part like that in Jeno’s Ridin that excludes black people. In the party you talked about “your name” having a dazzling smile and red glow on cheeks so I think maybe it’s best to say flushed with heat or something bc lately a lot of Black nctzens have come forward with how ignored & kicked out they feel in fan fiction because of descriptions like that which cater to only lighter stans 🌾🦔

thank you for catching that for me! i will go ahead and edit that !! like i said in my previous answer, I try my best to make y/n as neutral as i can! and if i do slip up, please come forward and let me know so i can make adjustments to my works! i want people to feel included in my writings

and gosh wow i literally feel so bad im so sorry bc i had not been mindful of that and so, thank you again for pointing it out. to the previous anon and to you, this has been very insightful and i will learn from these mistakes! 

-author doie ❀

#ask #ridinclub

[notnctu]

Iwoeirheiieirhshaif WOOOOWEEE I FINISH READING THE Slide ThrUuu and damnnnnnnn, it was hot /fanning myself/ but ALSO cute & uwu 🤧🤧👌 and makes me hungry too for Hyuck that is, too bad he doesn't visit me at my dream ㅠㅠ, thank you for writing it ㅠㅠ have a nice day

WOW YES THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME AN ASK!!! i was literally sitting here like damn its a lil quiet is it bad like ....... is it good....... LMAOOO honestly hyuckie isnt one of my tops but let me tell u i watched so many of his fancams so i can write his part and i can officially say i will throw my ass in a circle for that brat LJAKSH LOL hope u have a nice day too bb!!

-author doie ❀

#asks #ridinclub #i wish he would visit me in my dreams too #thank you again cutie!

[notnctu]

hhhhhhh I just read stay in your lane and like !!!!!!!!!!!! first of all your writing is?????? incredible?? even tho we all know we're here for Hot Leather Jacket Jeno the plot Outshone and your writing style just 😩😩❤️ I did not struggle to keep reading one Bit. you are fantastic!! I would love to be tagged for the future parts of ridin club! ❤️

youre the fantastic one! im soooo happy that you liked it!! it took me over two weeks to finish it haha thank you for sending me your thoughts like i clicked the notification so quick LOL ! and yes, i will add you to the taglist.. hope youre excited for the rest of them hehe

-author doie ❀ 

#asks #ridinclub

[notnctu]

Hi !!! I was wondering if I could be added to the taglist of riding club? Thank you so much !

yes baby i gotchuu!! but imma need you to make sure your blog is discoverable in the searches in order for me to tag you !! you can change that in your settings :) bc i tried to tag you when i was drafting but your user wasn’t popping up! 

-author doie ❀

#asks #ridinclub

[notnctu]

hi for everyone who wants to be on the tag list for ridin club and commented on the original post, i got you and yes! i will be making a tag list for that series!! i would comment back to acknowledge and thank you all for showing interest 

but since this is a side blog, tumblr doesnt let us comment on posts with it ): 

so dont worry if u think we don’t see your comments on our post! we do and we love them all and we wish so bad to be able to reply back )):

i just wanna say thank you all for anticipating the series i am working so hard to get it out soon :))

-author doie❀

#authors note #ridinclub #nct