the expressway

A No. 4 train crosses the Cross Bronx Expressway.  The train was the only thing moving here.

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Drive down the shoulder of the road? Enjoy your fine.

I’m a New Yorker, and like all New Yorkers who drive, I hate cabbies and livery drivers with a fiery passion. I don’t hate someone just because they happen to be one of these drivers, but such a large percentage of them are perfectly happy to speed through traffic, never use a turn signal, cut you off, fuck over tourists, rapidly weave across lanes to pick up a fare, etc… that it’s hard not to generalize.

Anyway, I drive on Van Wyck Expressway every day. Everyone from the area knows that the Van Wyck has been perpetually under construction pretty much since it opened (Seinfeld even has a bit about it). Traffic is frequently congested, but it would more or less move along except that many drivers feel they’ve found a magical shortcut by cutting down the emergency shoulder, then when the shoulder runs out, they have to force their way over. This slows down everyone.

I have a dashcam on my car, and a few months ago, I got footage of a black livery SUV went speeding past me on the shoulder. I reviewed the footage later, and you can see the license plate clear as day.

I decided to check out the Taxi and Limousine Commission’s website, and found they have a very easy online form to file out a complaint about a taxi or livery driver. I filled it out, and uploaded the video as well as a couple of stills taken from it.

It was a long process, but a prosecutor for the TLC called me to discuss what happened, and they confirmed that the driver was indeed in violation of TLC rules, and would have to attend a hearing, and asked that I be available to participate in the hearing by phone as well.

On the date of the hearing, I called in and summarized what happened. I disconnected after that, so I’m not sure what the driver’s side of the story was, but it must not have been persuasive, because today (about two weeks later), I received an e-mail saying he had been found guilty, and given a $700 fine.

Car Breakdown - Jeongguk

genre : smut, Mecanic!Jeongguk
words : 5,2k
contains : nipple play, oral, a bit of fingering and spanking, teasing, sex, Dom!Jeongguk, praise kink
sum up : You never had luck, especially not with your car, which just broke down again in the middle of the road -again! But well, this time, it turns out better than excepting, really better.


You’ve never trusted your car, not even when you bought it for the first time. It was a particularly old one, dented and stratched, and the person who sold it to you warned you that you might have some problems. And you did. In the first months, it was approximatively alright, but it started to get worse on the fourth month, when you first had an alarming problem with the engine coolant. You had paid fifty bucks to get rid of it, hoping that it would get back to normal, but of course it was only the beginning of a series of problems; no matter if it was with the breaks, the windscreen wipers or the several engine failures you’ve endured. Yet, you couldn’t afford a new car, a problemfree car. You had to do with this pain in the ass, always and constantly hoping for a safe trip.

Maybe it was the karma, or even bad luck, but apparently, wishing too strongly for something led you to the opposite situation. You found yourself in the roadside of a expressway, completely drenched from head to toe because of the heavy autumnal rain that kept falling loudly from the dark sky. You should have noticed the red warning in the corner of the dashboard, or hear the faint yet continuous bang in the front of the car, but you didn’t. You were too focused on the music echoing against the sides of the car, and you were desperate to eventually go home after this dreadful work meeting about your company’s management, which was, by the way, one hundred kilometres away from home.

You wished to get there quickly, aiming to let yourself dive into the warm waters of well-deserved bath, a glass of wine in the hand to help you relax. Of course, you don’t always get what you wish for, and you realised it he second your fucking car started to be deprived of speed, slowing its pace into brusque and hasty movement, only allowing you enough time to stop on the verge. You had taken a few seconds before realising that you just had a car breakdown, in the middle of nowhere, and you had screamed. Violently getting out of the car, you decided to see what was happening under the bonnet, as if you’d knew something about it –which you didn’t.

You lashed out at engine, knocking the bonnet down before running a hand to your now wet hair, fighting back the tears that threatened to falling down your cheeks. Feeling the light cold breeze hit your wet outfit, you made your way back inside the car, not willing to, on top of that, get sick. You took some minutes to pull yourself together, staring blankly in nothing but the night. You were cold, your clothes were soaked, you were lost. At the realisation, you let your head fall against the steering wheel, loudly, hurting your forehead in the process; but you didn’t fucking care anyway.

Taking a long and deep breath in, you straightened your back against the seat. You had to do something, and he only thing that you could do was calling a car mechanic to help you out. You looked to your side, and rushed your hands through your purse, looking for your smartphone. After a frenetic research, you eventually found it, an unlocked it.

“This must be a joke.”

24% left. Your life depended on these very 24% of battery of your phone. You gulped, and browsed as rapidly as ever the number of the closet garage on google maps. ‘The Jeon’s garage’ was open, and offered mending and towing services. They were you only last hope before being left here all alone freezing amidst nowhere. So you called them, desperately wishing for someone to pick up your phone call, for charitable soul. Surprisingly, it happened, right before the fourth sound of your reach out, a hoarse voice resonated into the speaker of your device, grumbling a wannabe polite “hello.”

“Hello! Oh my god thank you for replying. I’m Y/N. I’m sorry to bother at such time of the night but you’re the only garage open in the area and my car just broke down and I don’t know what to do, I might die here.. No. Anyway, can you come and tow my car or something?”

A regnant silence appeared after your quick monologue, making you feel nervous from the absence of sounds. You licked your lips before gaping them slightly, ready to ask if the person was still there, but they beat you to it. “Wait wait wait. Do you know where you are?” They asked, and from the tone of the voice, you guessed it was boy. “I need to know where you are so I can help you.” He justified immediately, and you frowned you eyebrows when you heard some struggling pants through the speakers.

“Apparently, I’m fifteen kilometres away from you,” you indicated, looking back on the map on the screen of your cell phone. “On the National Road 4.”

“Ok, I see. Did you try to restart the car and all?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Did you try to look under the bonnet?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Don’t ever do that again, it’s dangerous. Especially in times like this. Wait for me in the car, but put some warning triangle behind your car. Do you get me?” He asked, after hearing you muttering some ‘Why is he ordering me around exactly?’

“Ok. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”


Even if he had been ordering you around, at least, he was on time. He arrived sixteen minutes after your phone call to be precise, in a recovery vehicle with way too bright lights shining in the horizon. It looked like the light of your freedom though, that would save you from this hell. Yet, it only symbolised another hardship on the way to your paradise, but, perhaps, it would lead you to something better than the shitty situation you found yourself into. At least, you wished so.

You saw him alight from the truck, dressed in a large waterproof coat, rushing to the side of the driving seat of the car, knocking on the window. Understanding the message, you lowered it down to hear him out. You couldn’t decipher his features well, the association of the big lights and the hood hiding his face from your sight. However, you managed to glimpse some cute purse lips and thick eyebrows.

“Y/N?” He spoke over the sound of the rain hitting the metal of your car.

“Yes, who else?” You said, chuckling a bit, trying to ease the mood, but he didn’t laugh, so you pursed your lips lightly, fighting back an embarrassed grin.

“Yeah. Go inside the truck, I’ll take care of this. Take all your important stuffs with you.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Sure.”

You grabbed your pursed, previously placed on the passenger seat, and pulled got out of the car, running to the lorry after the gentleman opened the door for you. Rushing inside, you were glad to find that the heating was on, warming you and your cold body up; even though you were still drenched. Rubbing your arms with your palms, you watched in the wing mirror the man running around the car arranging ropes here and locking things here. In a matter of minutes, he came back into the passenger compartment, sighing.

“Okay, don’t panic. The truck is going to move a bit, and there will be weird noises but it’s normal.”

“Sure.”

He pressed a button, and just as predicted, it happened. But you didn’t really pay attention to it as you finally put a face on this cute raspy voice. Under the light of the car, you noticed his golden skin, his dark hair, his chocolate and fizzy eyes and a sharp jaw. He was beautiful, almost graceful with the beam of the car.

“You must be freezing,” he stressed, tearing you away from your reverie over his face.

“Yes, a little bit.”

“Here,” he said as he offered you the plaid he just took out from behind his chair.

“Thank you very much.”

“Of course. I’m Jeongguk by the way. Now we will go to he garage. It’s around twenty minutes long.”

“Nice to meet you,” you greeted and agreed, side-watching him check if everything was alright before starting the engine. He nodded his head to himself and pressed on the accelerator pedal, driving you and you cursed car to his garage. The drive was silent in the first minutes, yet it wasn’t that uncomfortable.

“So, what were you doing here at this time of the night, by this weather, if I may ask?”

“I had this work reunion in this city, and it finished super late and all. So yeah, I’m pretty unlucky.” You sighed, covering yourself with the plaid a bit more to keep you warm.

“At least, you were lucky enough to find an opened garage,” he joked, flashing you a quick smile from the driver seat.

“Yeah, maybe. But I was so excited to go home. I was really looking forwards to get off…”

You realised, from the stare of the man siting right next to you, that your choice of words was as bad as your luck. You probably were cursed at this point.

“I mean, to relax…” You whispered, sinking in your chair to make yourself as small as possible, fleeing the judgemental eyes of Jeongguk and trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah…”


“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t repair it tonight. I need a piece that will be delivered tomorrow. We ran out of it a few days ago.”

You looked at him with a blank face on, registering the information he was giving you. So you had been waiting for one hour, freezing in a cold garage and in wet clothes, at 10 pm, all for nothing. You couldn’t go home tonight. A nervous laugh past pass your lips, and you looked down at him still laid on his board, his lower body still under your car.

“I’m sorry.”

“No no, it’s alright it’s not your fault anyway,” you said, defeated. “I should have foreseen this anyway. But what should I do? Is there a motel or a place that I could crash nearby?” You asked, the last syllable swallowed in your throat as Jeongguk raised to his feet, standing close to you. Suddenly the atmosphere felt tensed in the large room, partially from how you –out of a sudden- found that Jeongguk was sexy in his mechanic outfit and messy hair and that you couldn’t avert your eyes from the sight, but also from the way his eyes tried to avoid your wet –and so see-through- white dress shirt.

“No, there is unfortunately not. I know this might sound insane, but…”


If one day someone had told you your current situation, you wouldn’t believe them. You wouldn’t believe that you had agreed to sleep in the room –note, not home- of a stranger, of a person that you barely know and who could be a psychopath. You would not believe either that you had taken a shower there and accepted his clothes to sleep in. Neither would you have agreed that, after a long fight over the subject, you ended up sleeping in the same bed as said perhaps-psychopath.

Yet, here you were, laid on your back, on Jeongguk’s bed, pressured under the heavy and awkward atmosphere that filled his room. You hadn’t talked since he left the shower to plunge himself under the covers next to you, his body not close enough to let your skins touch but surely enough to let you feel the warmth of his body. You wanted to get rid of it, because you wouldn’t fall asleep this way anyway.

“I’m really sorry, Jeongguk.”

“It’s alright,” he chuckled, looking at the ceiling, “don’t worry.”

“Yeah but still, I invite myself here and borrow your clothes and take a shower and all and it’s just-“

“Hey, you need to relax, it’s okay, really.” He stated, trying to reassure you in your apologising monologue. He was now looking at your face, a smile evident on his lips, almost teasing. “Or, should I say, you need to get off.” He laughed at his joke as your cheeks turned into a deep shade of pink.

You wanted to laugh along with him, but for some reason, you couldn’t. You could only notice how his jawline was sharper when he was laughing, how his smile was cockier, and how his eyes sparkled darkly. You realised that you were turned on by the guy laying right fucking next to you.

“Maybe I want that too.” You whispered, not confident enough to completely let it out in audible words, but not too coward not say out loud what you though, because after all, what did you have to lose from this? You dignity because you were dying to get laid after so long? You self-esteem for trying your luck with a guy who was way too attractive for you to handle? Yeah, not much anyway… but you might regret this for a long time from the silence left by Jeongguk.

“Don’t say things you don’t know about,” he broke the silence, allowing you to notice a change in his voice. It became more hoarse, deeper, something that made you oddly weak at the knees.

“What If I do?” Unlike his, your mouth was not above a whisper, and it was weak and unassured. Your eyes lifted to meet his own as you saw him get closer to you, his face now just right in front of yours. You could feel his breath caress your cheeks, and his lips brushing past yours.

“Are you sure about what you’re saying, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

With your consent, his lips crashed on yours, sealing into a hot and messy kiss. It was passionate and bold, your tongues soon dancing a sensual dance together as he pressed his body closer to yours. His hands found their way to your waist as he left some heated kisses along your jaw and neck, making you shiver from the touch. You fell his thumbs dig into the skin of your hipbones, and you bucked your hips into his touch, wanting to feel more, more of him and more of his way too soft caresses. You wanted his hands wandering everywhere, from your waist to your butt, from your butt to your boobs. You craved this.

You realised he desired the same when you sensed the obvious bulge in his boxers as he brought your body closer to his. This new proximity, leaving nearly nothing between your bodies, allowed him to firmly grab your bottom, his two hands gripping your lower cheeks fully, earning a moan from you as he started to suck a blossoming mark on your left collarbone.

Just when you started to feel yourself get lost in the pleasure, he gently pushed you on your back to hover above you, his lips never leaving your skin in the process. You appreciated his wet kisses which slowly moved forward your neck to reach your jaw, eventually crashing on your own again. You ended up kissing hungrily, tongues dancing passionately and teeth crashing in hurry.

Your hands grazed over the skin of his muscular back, heading for his neck to grip at his hair, pulling the small locks that stuck to his flesh, expressing a silent demand for more. Just as you let out a throaty whimper past your lips, he drove away from you, “Let me take away all of your clothes.” You’d almost moan from his thirsty eyes, almost. But you nodded your head quickly, your fingers already tugging at the side of your shirt.

He smirked at your actions; seeing you desperate under him pleased him. He enjoyed the fact that he was making you crave his hands and touch. So without a second thought, he took off his own shirt, and stood up on his knees to allow you to do the same. Soon, in a matter of seconds, you were both naked, and Jeongguk was now overhanging you again, his mouth trailing wet and hurried kisses from your neck to your breast. He reached your perky nipple, and didn’t waste time as he swathed his lips around the bundle of nerves, sucking and nibbling it. His fingers massaged your other boob, softly yet with eagerness, sometimes brushing his thumb over your nipple just to tease you and feel you jolt under him, something he found him appreciating quite a lot.

You felt yourself getting wetter from his attention and ministrations, and even more when you sensed him grind his crotch on your thigh. The moment you wanted to complain about wanting more, he stopped his motions, taking one last kitten lick over you nipple and earning a quiet whimper. He lifted his head up, his eyes directly plunged into yours and you noticed how they were burning with desire.

“Can I eat you out? It’s better if I make sure you’re wet enough for when I pound into you.”

You gulped at his words, not excepting them to get out of this mouth this filthy. Though, it made the blood rush to your cheeks as you nodded your answer after he squeezed your waist gently.

“I need to hear it out loud, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” You replied, trying to make your voice assured.

“Yes what?” He asked, an obvious teasing smirk plastered on his face as he already made his way down your body.

“Yes, I want you to eat me out.”

He chuckled darkly at your answer, kissing chastely your pubis before spreading your legs wide for him to settle between them. You bucked your hips slightly to the new sensation of the fresh air on your drench folds. You witnessed how the smirk on his face made grew bigger, and just to have fun, he blew some fresh air on you, and you whined.

“I didn’t phrase it like that, but I’ll stick with it.”

He didn’t let you the time to properly comprehend his words and dived in right away, teasingly lapping your labia and purposely avoiding your clitoris. You sighed from pleasure, interlacing your fingers into his hair as you felt him massage your squeeze your thighs. He kept leaving kisses here and there, teasing you to no end. You tried to rush him to business, casually thrusting your hips upwards, but it only fuelled his want to tease you.

“Jeongguk, come on.” You complained into a whimper.

“You kept teasing me with your words and outfit and attitude all night,” he spoke against your pussy, the vibrations sending shivers down your side and making your head fall back on the pillow, “but you’re lucky I’m so fucking hard right now. I’m going to make you cum just with my tongue, baby. Then you’ll get what you’re asking for if you’re a good girl.”

Your cheeks couldn’t possibly be more pink as you realised that he might me into dirty talk. Yet, you didn’t give it a second thought when you felt his tongue gently rasp your clitoris a few times, making you moan silently and close your eyes. After taking a few kitten licks on your clit, he let his tongue enter your vagina and graze your walls, allowing his upper lip to tease your folds gently. You tried to close your legs under the overwhelming feeling, but he kept them down, bringing them to your sides to keep you in place.

After a few seconds, he stuck out his tongue to make it rub against your whole pussy’s lips, tasting your juices and humming against you. “It’s so sweet. You taste so sweet, kitten. All this juices for me,” he purred against you against as he brought you even closer to his mouth. “Such a good girl, completely soaked for me.” He carried on licking everywhere, devouring you as if you were his last meal. You sensed his tongue and lips everywhere at the same time, and the pit in your stomach started to form, warning you that you weren’t far away from your orgasm; just like the way your panting breath.

“Moan out loud for me, baby. I wanna hear you when you cum over my tongue. I want to hear how good I make that little cunt of yours feel good.”

His lewd words made you spread your legs wider, if that was still possible, and buck your hips to get more of him. The sounds of your moans soon echoed on the walls, satisfying Jeongguk’s ego. He was eager to make you cum just with his pink muscle, and he wasn’t going to let that go, so when he heard your shaky whimpers and desperate moans, he made it his mission to make you climax right away. He nibbled on your clit and hollowed his cheeks to suck on it as the same time, willing to give you as much pleasure as he could.

He loved seeing his partners begging to cum, begging for him to let them release. That was what made him hard. He lived for this feeling of dominance, for this physical superiority, for this capacity to control of someone else’s orgasm. So he continued his ministrations, occasionally alternating with long laps all over your lips.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?” He asked, tilting his head to side to dive back his tongue right in your vagina again. He purposely teased you a bit before going back to clit. “Cum for me.” He ordered in a whisper, his rasping voice sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, it all became too much, your vision started to get blur and you couldn’t help but desperately buck your hips into an unsettled rhythm. He kept on sucking your clit through your climax, your moans and whines stimulating him to do so. He only stopped when he felt your hands faintly pushing his head away, your arms obviously lacking strength.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He praised you, crouching on his knees between your legs. You were tired, but exited for what was going to happen next. You smiled at his words, and your lips curved upwards even more when you saw his hand travel down his stomach to reach his throbbing dick and pump it gently. You licked your lips at the sight. You haven’t paid attention to it until now, but the view was quite mouth-watering.

“Do you want to be a good girl and suck my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours a bit?”

You locked your gaze with his, and crooked a grin before lifting your back to end up lying on your stomach in front him, a pleasing sight for the both of you. You noticed a teasing smirk on his lips, but it didn’t restrain you to wrap your lips around the head of his dick, never averting your eyes away. His lips parted slightly at the sight, and you smiled around his member, taking him in your mouth a bit further, you tongue grazing the tip.

“Damn, you make me feel so good kitten,” he confessed, patting your hair away from your face, “You take me well. I bet you take me even better with that sweet pussy, wet just for me.”

You hummed around him, going down a bit more and swallowed around him. A long and pleased moan past through his lips as he threw his head back. You decided to focus more on his dick, making your tongue brush past his member as your cupped and massaged his balls with the strength you had left. A lot a praises fell from his lips from the new sensation, but he stopped your motions by grabbing the back of your neck. “I’d love to cum in your mouth and see you swallow each drop like the good girl you are, but I’d rather fuck you right now.”

“Yes, please.”

He chuckled darkly at your begging, still hovering above you with his dick near your face as your upper body was supported by your elbows. He caressed your cheeks with his thumb for a few seconds before stepping down the bed.

“Don’t move, stay like this. I’m just putting on a condom. Can I fuck you from behind, sweetheart?” He asked as you gazed at his fingers, rolling up the rubber on his dick.

“Fuck.. Yes.”

A smirk found its way on his lips, and he climbed on the bed again, already settling down on the back of your thighs, his hands squeezing your ass cheeks, hard. You moaned from the sensation, loving the way he gripped at your flesh. Suddenly, he slapped your ass, the sound echoed in your ears, and you couldn’t repress the gasp from escaping your lips. Yet, the light burning sensation was bearable, and pleasing in the end, particularly when caressed the spot he just slapped. He did it over again a few times, fond of the noises coming from your mouth, encouraging his actions.

“Damn, kitten, I think I could spank you all day, damn, your butt is so plump and meek,” he moaned, squeezing your cheeks together. “But I’m so fucking hard right now,” he confessed in a hoarse voice that made your pussy even wetter than it was before. “Can you feel it, sweetheart?” He questioned, and you’d nearly jerk from the new presence amidst your arse, which was nothing else than his rocking cock. He thrusted his member between your butt cheeks. “I asked a question, can you feel how hard my cock is for you right now, sweet cheeks?” He teased.

“Yes.” You replied, raising your waist to create more friction for him, “I’d rather feel it inside of me though,” you whispered, feeling your clit pulsing between your legs in excitation and anticipation of what was going to happen next. He stopped his thrust and stilled his dick between your cheeks, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” It was all he said before freeing your butt and spreading your legs a bit. You sensed two fingers at your entrance, coating some of your juices, “Sweetheart, you’re so fucking wet for me, you’re such a fucking good girl.”

You breathed out at the praise, your head falling forwards. “Just for you,” your voice was not above a whisper, but he managed to catch your lewd words anyway, which made him smirk. He didn’t except you to say this kind of things, but he was still delighted by your horniness and will to have him inside of you.

He dived two fingers in, slowly and sensually, and started to caress your folds, wanting you to become a begging mess under his touch. And you did, letting several “please” and “Jeongguk” pass past the barrier of course, some louder than the others when he scissored his fingers to stretch you well. When he valued that it was enough, he took them out, “Turn your head and look at me.” He ordered, and you obeyed, only to be encountered with the sight of his fingers in his mouth and his other hand pumping his length. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the view, which only made his smirk grow wider and cockier on his lips.

He removed his digits and wiped them on the skin of your thigh, his eyes still profoundly plunged into yours. The atmosphere felt heavy, hot and tensed, but in a good way. It was built from the arousal you both felt, and you couldn’t wait anymore to have him inside of you. You needed it, you needed to get off for good. As if he sensed it, he directed his cock to your entrance, “I’m going to enter you now kitten.”

And he did, painfully slowly. After the few seconds of empty torture, he finally completely in, and you both released a long sigh from the sensation. You felt full and hot under the touch of his hands on your waist and the burning of the skin of his thighs on yours. He filled you just the right way, and a long throaty moan echoed in the room from the new sensation. “That’s right kitten, moan for me. I want to hear you, be a good girl and let it all out.”

He started to move when you began to thrust yourself onto his dick, weakly. “You’re such a good girl Y/N, laying down here, taking all of me, begging to be fucked.” The more he talked, the faster he went. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and the way his hands griped harder on your waist. He liked it too. “God, you feel so fucking good around me, tight, hot and wet.”

Moans couldn’t be refrained from escaping your mouth, not that Jeongguk wanted to anyway. He loved to hear that his partner was well pleased. He loved to see his cock go in and out of you, wetter after each thrust, something that made him go speeder and deeper. He couldn’t help it, the sight turned on way too much. Yet, after another strangled moan from you, he deciphered a “harder.”

It was all he needed to placed his hands flat by your sides and started to bang into you, animalistic-way. You could hear the sound of your skin slapping against his, his erratic and panting breath, and even how wet you were. The whole mix made the burning pit in your stomach grow bigger, and you felt yourself clench around him. All of a sudden, he reached the special spot inside of you that made you go crazy, letting you moan out loud various “right here” and “yes, please, I’m going to cum.”

“Are you going to cum for me baby? Are you going to make me feel how good you feel around me when you come and clench all over my dick?”

“Yes, yes,” you kept repeating, hands lost in the sheets as you sensed yourself getting closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm. A new heat warm your back, and you realised that it was Jeongguk’s chest. He had lowered his upper body to lay completely on you, allowing him another angle in you, “cum for me then.”

At his words, you climaxed, hard, for the second time of the night. You saw stars in your eyes and felt soaked between your legs, but you were in a state of bliss and pure physical pleasure, your legs shaking a bit from the intensity of your orgasm. Jeongguk’s moan in your ear became faint for a moment, but then he took his cock out of you as he raised to knees. You heard the sound of your wetness on his dick being rubbed rapidly, showing that he was pumping himself. After a few breathy and high-pitched moan, some thread of white cum landed on your back, but you were still too high in pleasure to care.

After a few seconds -or minutes, you didn’t know anymore- Jeongguk crashed by your side, pearls of sweat sticking his hair to his forehead sexily. “Damn, it felt so fucking good.” You didn’t have the force to reply, so you just granted him a smile, to which he responded with a smirk. In the end, this car might be a problematic hell, but at least, tonight, it sent you to paradise, for once.


© 2016 Wang-banana. All rights reserved.

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Near West Side, Chicago. 8 March, 2016.

Faithfully

SPN FanFic

~It’s hard to live apart while he’s at work, but this is the life you both signed up for~

Jensen x Reader

1,612 Words (including lyrics)

Warnings: Bit o’angst. Touch of smut. Romantically sad? 

A/N: Based on the song “Faithfully” by Journey. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to @taste-of-dean for the read over. 

Highway run

Into the midnight sun.

Wheels go ‘round and ‘round

You’re on my mind.


Another season. Months away from home, going weeks at a time without your touch. It was hard, but it was the life you’d both chosen.

Another con. Another weekend where he could be home with you, but you insisted he go. The fans kept him going, kept him coming back for more, but he longed to see you.

The phone calls weren’t enough. The texts, the quick little messages helped him get through the day, but at night, he would reach across the vacant bed, fingers closing around the empty place where you should be. On the darkest nights, those nights when it seemed too hard to be gone, he would call you, laying the phone on his pillow just to listen to your voice as he fell asleep. You’d tell him of your day, silly things the kids had done, anything really. He wanted to know everything he was missing, needed to know you were alright. It broke your heart to hear the sadness in his voice as he whispered to you, promising everything was OK, that he’d be home soon. The miles between you stung like so many needles in your heart, but you stayed strong, keeping up a smile so he wouldn’t hear how much you were hurting too. You soothed him with your voice since your arms couldn’t reach that far.

“I love you Y/N/N,” he’d sigh as his eyes finally drifted closed.

“Love you more.”


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Parking

For my dear @edierone, in response to her fantastic prompt: “The directions were unclear, but they’ve clearly missed a turn or something; they’re miles away from where they were supposed to be, and definitely going to miss the last flight out.”

Title: Parking

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Timeline: Season 7, post Rush

A/N: Mega-thanks to @piecesofscully for giving it the once over and correcting my mistakes. I swear to God, I will one day learn where commas go and when to capitalize or not capitalize things…

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The busy expressway they had been barrelling down has slowly transitioned and narrowed into a one lane highway. Scully adjusts her speed, guiding the silver Taurus along a soft curve through the thick Virginia forest. Mulder is quiet in the passenger seat, an unopened bag of sunflower seeds sitting untouched in the cupholder as he gazes at the passing trees through the window. He jumps in surprise at the gentle touch of Scully’s hand sliding over his knee, the soft caress startling him out of his reverie.

“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a little bit, Scully.”

Scully smiles, her eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the bumpy country road. “I said I think I might have missed a turn or an exit some ways back. Can you check the map?”

Mulder nods his head and reaches for the glove box, digging through receipts and paperwork.

“You ok, Mulder? You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t said much since leaving the hospital.”

Mulder speaks as he unfolds the map. “Sorry, I uh, I guess I’ve just been lost in nostalgia. This case has me reminiscing about what it was like to be a teenager, the desire to always be older and faster, the excitement for new stages of life, the angst. I think you should turn around up here.”

Scully slows down and checks the surrounding traffic before swinging the car into a U-turn.

“Do you miss it?” she asks.

“What?” he asks as he studies the Virginia state map.

“Being a teenager.”

He looks up from his lap to ponder the question before responding. “No. Yes. No.” Heaving a sigh he looks at her and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Hmm.” She pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and adjusts grip on the steering wheel. “I miss the lack of responsibility, but I certainly don’t miss the tumultuousness of that time.”

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Little things that remind me of the signs
  • Aries: Orange flavored soda, math class, pulling an all-nighter, skipping rocks on the water, making new friends, a pure laugh, buying travel books, going to music festivals, falling asleep in the shade
  • Taurus: Finding an old treasure map, reading mystery novels under the covers, the scent of cedar, having deep talks with your mom, roasting marshmallows with your friends, a full moon, exploring old castles
  • Gemini: Driving down the expressway way to fast, reading novels about magic, missing your mom and dad, peach ice cream, doodling animals in your school notebook, keeping a secret, singing in the shower
  • Cancer: Boarding a flight, the mid-July heat, reading art technique books, jumping on a trampoline with your best friends, waiting for the storm to pass, bakery fresh apricot brioches, relaxing on a river bank
  • Leo: Falling in love for the first time, watching shooting stars, going to an art museum, exploring a grassy meadow, bright blue eyes, peeling an orange, Sunday brunch, the smell of roses
  • Virgo: Sunday mornings, kayaking on a lake, making s'mores on summer nights, having a picnic in a meadow, cuddling with your cat, writing in your journal, baking oatmeal and cranberry cookies
  • Libra: Endless rainy days, watching old French films, sipping freshly brewed coffee, getting strawberry jam on your fingers, watching historical documentaries, the scent of honeysuckle, keeping a dream journal
  • Scorpio: Dark skies, grape jelly beans, finding old love letters in your attic, going on adventures through the forest, the beach in the winter, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, quiet libraries
  • Sagittarius: Dark eyes, paint stained jeans, buying new art supplies, taking late afternoon naps, binge watching tv shows, drying flowers in a book, freshly made lemonade, the scent of cotton, reading on the train
  • Capricorn: Your first heartbreak, sliding across a wood floor in your socks, orange and yellow autumn leaves blowing in the wind, cramming for a test, the scent of cinnamon, reading until you fall asleep
  • Aquarius: French braids, watching a meteor shower, a foggy shower mirror, breeze blowing through an open window, succulents, reading about space, the smell of the ocean, eating fresh red cherries
  • Pisces: Old film cameras, newspaper clippings, a cloudless sky, yellow rain boots, picking blueberries with your brother, sleeping outside on a warm Spring night, blowing bubbles, toast with honey