NCT Fanfics and More~

You press a hand over the heating pad and let out a loud groan. “I fucking hate you,” you growl at your uterus.

“If you’re done yelling at your body, I’ve got some food for you.”

You greedily take the bowl Mark hands you, your nose wrinkling when you see what he’s prepared for you. “Really? Salad? Salmon? Mark, I want meat! You know I like greasy burgers when TOM is fucking me over!”

“I know you do, honey, but the internet says this will help. Also drinking a lot of water, something I see you’ve neglected to do.”

“Fuck off,” you grumble as he carefully readjusts you so he can cuddle up on the couch with you. “I bet you guys got to eat meat today…”

“Oh yeah, we gorged ourselves on McDonald’s after practice today.”

An orgasmic moan echoes from your throat at the thought of fast food. “Fuck, I’d kill for a McFlurry right now.”

“If you eat all of that and drink water, I’ve got some dark chocolate for you,” Mark promises as he rubs over your cramps. “Think you can do that for me?”

“…I guess.”

As you munch unhappily on your leaves and watch the Fab 5 help the crusty white man of the week, Mark’s hand slowly creeps up your shirt. He pretends to be watching along with you, but you know exactly what he’s doing, and while you appreciate him looking out for you, you’re not dumb.

“Mark, I’m not wearing it,” you say, causing his hand to freeze above your belly-button. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m not stupid enough to wear it during TOM anymore.”

“I just… I like to check. It makes me feel better, even if I know you’re not going to do it.”

“Mhm. You just want to cop a feel,” you mutter as you wink at your boyfriend.

“Honey, trust me, if I wanted to cop a feel, I’d do it like this.” His hand suddenly snakes around your back and pinches your butt.

“Mark!” you shriek through your giggles.

“I know you don’t like me touching up there,” he whispers into your hair a few moments later. “And I never want to make my boyfriend uncomfortable.”

“And why is that?”

“I love you.”

“Really?”

“Really. I love you so much, Y/N, no matter what.”

A smile creeps on your face as Mark nuzzles his face into your neck. “Well, I love you too.”

“I should hope so. Who else is going to text you stretch reminders or go to the trouble of getting you all this TOM safe food?”

“Hm, I guess I should keep you around then.”

“You better.”

You had denied thousands of times drinks with the boys in fear of being left along at the table, yet here you where. As soon as your body reach the fourth shot and the DJ played a foreign song you were gone, Ten and Mark barely catching a glimpse of you as you quite literally divide into the crowded floor.

You never understood what Tae meant whenever he said ‘let the melody guide you’ when he tried to teach you some dance moves, but holy shit, you understood now.

Without permission your body swinged, dipped and moved to the songs soft melody, euphorbia filling your body to the max.

Soft hands encircled around your hips, the touch too familiar. You continue dancing, hips swaying.

“I think it’s time for us to go, baby.” Taeyong’s soft voice ranged into your ear. You connected eyes for a second, feeling how he pressed you tighter against him.

Fuck it.

You pressed your back against his chest and hands over his, you pressed harder, maintaining the same eye contact with him.

Swiftly you started rocking your hips slowly letting him grab the signal, and oh boy did he.  

Moving in complete sync with the music flow you felt as one, his hot breath and open mouth kisses being pressed against the right side of your neck.

You moan softly giving him more access to your neck, running your hands through his red hair. “Stop. Seriously, Y/n…i can-ah.” He tried to protest in vain, giving simply into you. Your bodies molded into one pressed so tightly together you could feel his rapid heartbeat match yours echoing through your chest.

Taeyong whispered sweet promises into your ear, turning your head upwards harsh breaths mingling together.

Lucas was something else. 

His beauty drew you at first, but his charisma enchanted you, filling your tiny heart with nothing but sweet thoughts & feelings for him.

But his fucking sold the deal. 

You admired his long lashes and full luscious lips, big eyes filled with lust and the way his eyebrows furrowed as he groan, reaching his limit. 

“fUCK.” His voice was rough and husky, dropping an octave as his fell on top of you. He let out a shaky moan as you ran your fingers through his soft hair. 

He rolled off you laying on his back, sweat glistening on his tanned chest. Red marks covered his neck and chest, arms and shoulders proudly showing the marks you left behind.  Chest rising up and down quickly as he tried to come off his high. 

You couldn't stop staring, chewing on your lower lip, his beauty too intoxicating. You made eye contact, eyes wide as he threw you a charming smile. 

I love you.

Shaking those feelings away you sat up, hand grabbing the items on your nightstand. Quickly lighting up the cigarette you drew it in, hoping like every night  the nicotine would erase every feeling you had for the god next to you, feelings and fucking did not mix well with him. 

You let a shaky breath, smoke escaping your mouth, leaving behind its toxic shadow.

Lucas couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he tried to grab your cigarette, he had told you multiple times he hated the smell yet you continue to smoke in his presence every night. 

You pulled the toxic stick out of reach, blowing smoke in his face and giggling as you watch his features contoured into one of disgust, a loud cough echoing through the small flat. 

You continued smoking with a small smile, trying to act as enchanting as he was for you in hopes of capturing him the same way he did to you. 

“Its just smoke you big baby.” He shook his head, pulling the black shirt from under the covers and throwing it on. He picked up the scatter clothes into his arms, dressing up. 

12:55 am. Your phone read as you unlocked it checking your texts. 

12:10 am:

From ML: ??? 

11:56 pm:

From ML: I shouldn’t but I miss you so much it hurts. i love you. 

11:40 pm:

From ML: I’m sneaking after everybody asleep. u gonna be @ home? 

11:25 pm:

From TY: Can’t wait for friday! See you soon, baby. 

11:02 pm:

From 10: ugh u fcking bitch. you need to stOOop. 

10:45 pm:

From 10: i hope he ain’t coming to urs. srsly, u need to stop doing this.

10:45 pm:

From 10: he left his wallet here and took his charger.

10:43 pm:

From 10: love boi left to “the store” like 10 mins ago. 

Lucas cleared his throat as he glance at your phone, fully clothed. You looked up at him innocently yet a dead glint in your eyes. You dropped the sheet, fully exposing your bare chest at him. He turned red yet ignored you, scratching the back of his neck. 

Why are you texting my friends? Are you stilling seeing them? Are they better than me? Why? The questions burned on the back of his throat, a knot impossible to swallow. 

yet he manage to. “I am leaving.” 

“You gotta leave so soon? Why not stay?” You pouted.

With big innocent eyes and that cigarette hanging of your delicate fingers you looked as dangerous as ever, Lucas couldn’t help but feel a pang in his chest. 

Every time you hoped and begged he said yes, that he would cuddle with you in the warm sheets, whispering sweet promises into your ears. 

“No.” He deadpanned, ruffling his hair. he needed to go, now. He couldn’t handle another second near you, or he was going to burst. 

He dropped down and gave you a kiss, making you moan into his lips. 

“See you soon, alright?” 

Angry and hurt you dismiss him.  “I have a date on Friday. I hope you don’t get jealous, baby.” 

He turned to you, roughly grabbing your jaw as he stared into your eyes.

You smirk, loving it when he got rough with you. 

His smile wicked as he sucked a hickey into your neck. “How many times have you asked the same thing?” You didn’t answer, smile flattering a bit. 

“Every time it’s going to be the same answer-” he pressed his forehead to yours, eyes dead of emotion as he stated. “I don’t give a fuck.” 

Tears brimmed your eyes as he left the bed crossing the room without bothering to say goodbye. 

You screamed after him, throwing a pillow at his back. 

“Why do you never care?! Don’t I mean something to you?!” 

Frustrated tears running down your face. 

The pang in your chest echocing within you, the heavy weight of self hate making it hard to breath.

He opened the door with a bang & turned towards you, a sad look in his ocean filled eyes. 

“How many times have I told you, I don’t want to hurt you? Stop trying, seriously.” His hands gripped on the wooden door, turning white with pressure.

He took a deep breath, mustering enough courage to meet your puffy eyes.

He was so cold when the spoke you swore the room’s temperature dropped, ice covering the walls.

“But break my friends hearts and, I am warning you, you won’t love me anymore.”