it's been a couple weeks since he'd seen you last. he's in your hometown while the two of you are on break from university classes, and it'll be a full week until you can finally have sex again.

in a blur of hair and hands you'd disentangled from each other as you'd pulled at the button and zip of his favorite pair of jeans, and he'd been rock hard when you'd finally, finally gotten your mouth on his already-leaking tip. since then, cars had been passing intermittently, and you'd always come up when hyuck had tensed or stopped making a sound.

this time, though... this time, he doesn't let you up.

"sorry, princess - this car is too close and has been there too long. tap me if you need air, okay?"

your muffled affirmative pleases him, and he brushes some of your hair away from your face so he can see you, any part of you, as you lave your tongue over the ridges just under his tip. his breath hitches, and he rewards you by bucking his hips, shoving just that much more of his cock down your tight throat. you gag around him, but the lights of the other car are so close now that you're aware of their warmth surrounding you. besides, you love this. you love as the back of your throat massages his tip while you sloppily lick up and down his shaft, the simultaneous sensations having hyuck's fingers curl while still in your hair.

"god, you're so good for me," he gasps out, winding his fingers through your hair and slowly but surely beginning to pull you up and down on him. "you're such a good girl."

on impulse, you whine at the praise, your insides shifting with want. hyuck is hot, but he's the hottest when he needs you, even if he has the physical upper hand in your mutual desire. he pushes down harder than before, and you choke on him again, though, this time, your eyes start watering, and he thumbs away a tear without thought.

"you're so fucking sexy." he hisses, such a final, absolute truth of a statement. you push yourself down further, even as you hear the other car drive off and feel your boyfriend slacken the pressure on the back of your head. there's something so powerful about having him in your mouth, about working your tongue and your throat at once and not only watching hearing him come undone but feeling it as well.

after being around you but not being able to fuck you for the past few days, it doesn't take too long for hyuck to finish, holding you back down and filling your throat with bitter cum while talking you through him mouthfucking you, reverting to his mainstays of "sweet girl," "my good little baby," and "my princess" as he loses thought in return for physicality. you swallow around him, earning a soft groan, and lick over his tip one last time on the way up, making him gasp before heaving an out-of-breath laugh.

"you're an actual angel, you know that?" he asks, pulling you in for a kiss before you can reply to him, though you're glowing with the praise.

"yeah, yeah," you mumble as you pull back, smiling at him in a way that has him muttering "minx" under his breath. he'd fuck you through an apocalypse right now if he could, and you see this on his face.

"wait a week until we have a bed to have good sex in, baby," you laugh, pushing his hair away from his eyes. he pouts, but he knows you're right.

"what now, then?" he hands you the aux, and you put your phone on, turning to a playlist he won't make fun of you for before responding.