RIDE IT BABY — B.C.
pairing. frat boy!chan × fem!reader
word count. 1.6k
synopsis. car sex with frat!chan <3
warnings. smut (MDNI 🔞), established relationship, dirty talk, use of pet names, swearing, unprotected sex (don't do that!!), nipple play, creampie, lower case intended.
notes. this is a repost, finally no content label warnings. enjoy loves!! <3
friday has quietly bled into saturday; a warm summer's evening having shifted into the cool, early hours of the next morning. despite this, you can hear the frat party still raging on in the distance. the low pulse of bass reverberates through the pavement, and the smell of cigarette smoke curls up towards the sky, carried across the streets by a gentle breeze that weaves it's way through the trees, unable to reach the stars.
you, however, are wholly unaware of everything but chan.
seated in his cramped backseat, your thoughts are entirely consumed by the feeling of his cock buried deep in the slick on your cunt. your skirt is bunched at your waist, your top pulled down to expose your breasts, knees digging into the seat. everything is hot and sticky, with steam fogging the windows and sweat layering your feverish skin and, normally, this would be enough to drive you insane. but right now, you're too far gone, only able to focus on feeling of pleasure overwhelming all your senses.
"c-chan—" you can barely say his name. your words catch in your throat, pitched and wobbly as his hips piston upwards, thick cock plunging into your sopping pussy with a loud plap plap plap that resonates in the heated space. your body jolts with the force of each thrust.
you dig your nails into the leather seat of his car, right beside his head. "b-baby, slow down—"
"fuck, i can't, sweetheart," he huffs hotly against the shell of your ear, practically breathless as he keeps his brutal pace. his hands grip the supple flesh of your ass, giving you a bruising squeeze. "you feel too good."
you whine, dropping your forehead to his shoulder. "you're so deep. i—hnghh—i can't, chan... s'too much..."
"nuh-uh," he clicks his tongue as if chiding you. "none of that. you know how to take this cock, i know you do."
you do know. but when chan gets like this, drunk on sex and high on pleasure, it makes your head spin and your thoughts blur until all you can feel is him — on you and inside you and it has your nerves so fried that you're not sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer. clearly, you have yet to push him away, despite the harshness of his thrusts.
"fuuuck," he groans, voice rough, accent thick. "you're drenched, jus' dripping down my cock like fuckin' water. can feel it on my balls."
you press your face against his neck, embarrassment burning hot across your chest and up along your neck.
"s'your fault." you mumble. "lookin' like that tonight."
his hand comes down on your ass, hard and fast, and you cry out against his flushed skin as he soothes over the blossoming ache. he can be mean, but never too mean. "my fault? this pussy was practically beggin' f'me before i even touched you."
in your defense, he had looked unfairly good. he'd picked you up that evening wearing a loose hoodie and grey sweats, a type of casual and effortless outfit that shouldn't have looked as good as it did. you'd nearly fainted when he peeled it off later that evening, when the thrum of packed bodies had generated too much heat for him to handle. and then there he was, white tank spread taut over his broad shoulders, his muscles visibly defined beneath the fabric which tapered down to fit his slim waist. every movement caused the hem to lift, revealing a sliver of smooth skin above his waistband that you stared at appreciatively. not to mention, the almost noticeable outline of his soft cock pressing against his sweats, hanging freely and heavily.
you'd struggled to keep your composure the entire time, mind blank as your eyes constantly moved from his groin to his shoulders to his biceps and back again. each time you repeated the seemingly never-ending, but not unwelcome, cycle, your underwear grew evermore slick with arousal. chan as observant as he is, hadn't missed a thing. his sharp eyes caught onto your subtle attempts to relieve the ache between your thighs, and he was thoroughly amused by your flustered response to simply his very being.
now he's got you here, after a torturously long, tension-filled night of knowing grins and suggestive touches, he's finally caved and taken you for everything you have.
"m'close," he pants, breath warm. "m'gonna cum in this pussy. gonna—a-ah shit—m'gonna fill you up a-and fuck it into you, nice and deep.
you don't get time to fully digest his filthy words. chan slides further down the seat, planting his feet and wrapping his arms firmly around your middle to lock you in place. any response you had dies on your tongue, and you swear you see stars burst across your vision.
this new angle has the fat tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot with ruthless precision. his balls smack heavily against your puffy clit, causing cosmic sparks to shoot down your spine.
you gasp, hands flying to grip his blonde hair, your shaky thighs pressing against him on either side. your pussy clenches around his glistening length. "o-oh, fuck!"
"there she is." chan grunts, pleased with himself, and nuzzles his nose along the underside of your jaw. he kisses his way down your neck, over the bruises beginning to blossom along your slick skin, until his lips are at your breasts. you mewl when he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling on the already sensitive nub.
your fingers tug painfully on his blonde hair, pulling a deep chested groan from him. the action no doubt hurts, but you'll apologize later, when he's not busy fucking you like he hates you.
"don't stop," you plead, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes in a hot trail. you can feel that familiar band of tension in your abdomen, tightening with alarming speed.
chan releases your nipple with a satisfied, wet pop. he smooths a rough palm up along your spine until he grips the back of your neck and turns your face to meet his.
"come on," he murmurs encouragingly, hips losing it's steady pace. "come on baby, let me feel you, all of you. wanna feel you cumming around this dick, let go for me."
you tremble in his embrace, hands slipping from his damp hair, but you manage to find a grip on his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into his muscles as you cry out, that taut band snapping under his guidance. you clench, hard, and he hisses against your parted lips. his hips stutter, thrusts weak and sloppy, until he uses the last of his strength to bury himself balls deep, strong thighs flush against yours. he cums in seconds, cock throbbing as a deliciously familiar warmth splatters across your inner walls.
you go practically limp in his arms, slumping forward onto his warm, bare chest, no longer gripping onto his shoulders (or his cock) like your life depends on it.
the sounds of the frat party occupy the silence between you and chan; all wordless songs and muffled cheers. you focus on taking deep breaths to clear your mind and calm your rapidly beating heart. chan's hands rub firmly along your back; from your shoulders, down the sloping curves of your body and back up, a rhythmic motion that helps ground you to reality.
you hum weakly, taking a moment to relocate your voice. "that—that was..."
"yeah, i know," chan soothes his hands back down and over your ass, now tender and surely bruised from his earlier antics. "fuck, i seriously love you."
you manage a breathless laugh, though it sounds more like a wheeze. "that's the post-nut clarity talking, babe."
you can feel his grin against your hairline. "whatever, i still love you."
you snort, amused, and adjust your position, laying your cheek against his chest where you can faintly hear his heart beating beneath his ribcage, fast but steady.
you let it settle before you speak. "i can't believe you weren't wearing underwear."
"no one else noticed but you," his chest rumbles with laughter.
you ignore his comment, too mortified at how easily he can read you. "you did that on purpose."
"maybe," he hums cheekily. "but surely the outcome was worth?"
"maybe," you echo.
chan pinches your side lovingly and you squirm, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
"brat," he mutters, though his lips find your forehead for a tender kiss.
you let yourself sink further into his warmth, allowing time to stretch on. eventually, you feel your eyes drooping, a wave of exhaustion washing over your body and pulling at your bones. you grow heavy in chan's arms.
"baby..." he murmurs, he shifts his weight, and you feel him twitching inside you. your brows briefly pinch together at the feeling, then you settle back in, oblivious to his restlessness.
chan tightens his arms around you, and you don't think much of it, until he rolls his hips experimentally and you feel him graze against your sensitive spot with an embarrassingly audible squelch.
"chan..." you whimper, eyes snapping open and body instinctively jolting as your pleasure spikes into slightly painful, though no less enjoyable, territory.
"what?" you can hear his smirk. "i told you i was gonna fuck this cum into you."
"i-i didn't think you—ngh—that you were serious..." you bring your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers into the curls at the base of his skull, and lift your face to meet his. his plump lips are tugged up into a devious grin.
"i was more than serious, baby." he smoothes his hands under your thighs, helping you lift and drop your hips to meet his thrusts halfway. your breath hitches in your throat, fatigue fading into pleasure.
"come on, sweetheart, time for you to put in a little work, hm?"
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