Bangs_Redlight

can I be the 💥 anon <3

━━━━ ɕome take a ride , b.c x reader

ʚ masterlist ɞ : blank words .’ smut .’ brothers best friend trope .’ mutual masturbation .’ fingering .’ squirting .’ jerking off .’

a/n : i’m not really a car person so i’m sorry if this is fucked💔💔 also yes ofc you can be!!

the party turned out to be a total dud. everyone was drunk to the point of being sick, and if they somehow weren’t insanely drunk, they were being boring just sitting on the couch with their noses in their phone, avoiding anyone. you stayed much longer than you had wanted to in hopes it would turn around with time but it just got much slower as the hours passed. before you knew it it was already 1 a.m. and you had no ride home.

you had walked to the party, half expecting to go home with someone but those plans had failed and now it was too late to walk home alone safely. there was no one you could really call to drive you home; your family would lose their minds if they knew what you were up to and all your friends were still inside drinking, too far gone to even walk near car keys.

it was humiliating, but it was the only option you had left. a few months ago your brother had given you his friends number before they went out, incase something happened or there was an emergency and you couldn’t get ahold of your brother. chan was his name, you hardly even knew the guy, having only met him that one time. but you didn’t have much else of a choice so you pressed on his contact and held the phone to your ear, counting the rings.

on the third ring, he answered, his voice was groggy and deep and you immediately felt bad that you had probably woken him up, “hello?”

you tried not to sound so desperate in your voice, “hi! this is seo-joon’s sister, y/n! i’m so so sorry to be calling so late and to have possibly have woken you up but i really, really need a favor.”

you heard him breathe out a little, probably relaxing now knowing it was nothing like an emergency, “no it’s ok, you didn’t wake me up, i have a horrible sleep schedule so i was actually up working,” he huffed out a laugh, “what’s up y/n, what can i do for you?”

you sucked in a deep breath, trying to gain the courage to ask him something humiliating, “so…i’m at this party right now and i don’t have anyone to take me home. i promise i wouldn’t be asking if there was anyone else, i hate to bother you but could you please come and pick me up?” your voice was shaking as you pushed out all your words in one exhale, “i’ll pay you back for gas!” you quickly added, silently begging that your little plea would work.

chan laughed a little over the phone and you could nearly hear his smile, “yea, of course i can come pick you up, send me your address and i’ll be on my way.”

you couldn’t hide your excitement, accidentally letting out a squeal as you jumped up and down, so excited that you couldn’t have to risk walking home alone now. you heard him laugh at your cheering and you felt your ears burn bright, immediately locking back in to try and seem as calm and normal as possible, “thank you so much! i’ll send that address right now. thank you chan thank you thank you!”

he giggled a little more, “of course y/n, i’ll see you soon.”

you don’t know what you were expecting. maybe a suv or a small kia but certainly not a fucking ferrari roma. you sat on the curb outside the house with your jaw on the floor as chan pulled up. when he pulled up next to you he rolled down his window and smirked.

“hey y/n! hop in.” you heard the doors click to unlock and you were immediately on your feet, nearly running to go open the door.

the car smelled like leather and a mix of chans cologne, the scent just drawing you in closer as you took a seat in the passenger seat.

you couldn’t help the star struck look on your face as you looked around the car, “holy shit chan!”

he just giggled all shyly as if he didn’t show up in a fancy ass car, “you like it?”

you turned to him, your hands resting on the console, “like it? chan this is the coolest thing i’ve ever seen!”

he covered his face with his hands, too flustered already, “ok, ok, buckle up and i’ll take you home.”

you did as you were told and looked out the window, watching the house pass out of your sight as chan took off down the road, “thank you, again, for doing this.”

his eyes stayed on the road, “of course, it’s no problem. so the party was lame?”

the quiet jazz he had playing in the back filled the air and made the atmosphere feel more relaxed, you let yourself lean back in the seat and get comfortable.

“totally lame, everyone was just being boring and either on their phones or too wasted that they were just being sick everywhere,” you said with a scoff, recounting the night, “there wasn’t even any cute people there.”

chan wiggled his eyebrows a little in a teasing manner, “ooo you’re looking to find someone cute?”

“of course i am! got all dressed up and looked cute for literally nothing!” you threw your hands up, defeated.

he pulled up to a red light and turned to look at you. you felt his eyes look you up and down and you suddenly felt very exposed, your tight shirt now seemed to expose more cleavage then you thought and your mini skirt was riding higher and higher up your thighs, getting dangerously close to revealing your clothed pussy. his eyes kept returning to your hips though, the straps of your thong hanging out over the waistband of your skirt got him more worked up then he expected.

you caught a glimpse of chan adjusting himself in sweatpants, a blush rising on your cheeks but you chose not to point it out.

he cleared his throat a bit, “you do look cute tonight.”

you giggled a little, “oh really? are you trying to pick me up chan?” you looked over at him and really took in his appearance. his great sweatpants that were starting to strain against his hardening cock, his black tank top that gave you a clear view to his ripped arms. his hair was scruffy and a little curly and his lips were plump and parted a little in concentration as he drove.

he shrugged, “maybe i am,” he turned to look at you just a for a second with a smirk, “you are already in my car.”

you giggled a little, “i wouldn’t mind if you were.”

after what felt like a three second drive, he pulled up in front of your home, you were suddenly wishing you lived farther away, you wanted more time with chan.

he put the car in park and leaned back, he wasn’t in much rush either, “your parents let you go out like that? your skirts so short i can see your little pink panties.”

your eyes widened and your cheeks burned brightly as you were quick to land a playful slap against his arm, “chan! you perv, shut up! and i’m a grown adult i don’t need my parents permission!” you crossed your arms and pouted, completely oblivious to the comment he made about your panties.

he just hummed and let his hand drift over so his fingertips were brushing your thighs, “was your skirt this high up the whole night or did you just pull it up to try and tease me?” his voice was low and deep, making it hard for you to even hear him.

you squeezed your thighs together and your words came out in a quiet sigh, “they j-just rode up..” it was a lie. you had made no effort to pull your skirt back down once you noticed how high it was riding up, you wanted his attention.

“mhm.” his tone showed his didn’t believe a single word you said, “how about you just take that pretty skirt off? not doing too good of a job at covering much of anything anyways.”

you don’t know where the confidence came from but you just blurted out the words before you could even think, “only if you take off your sweatpants first.”

he just smirked as his hands went back to his own waist, untying the knot on his sweatpants and pulling them down to reveal, oh my god. he’s not wearing any underwear. your heart fluttered as his leaking cock sprung up and slapped against his shirt. he was so big. you already had an idea of how big he was when you could see the outline through his pants but nothing could’ve prepared you for how thick he was. his tip was pretty and a deep shade of red, throbbing a little as pre cum beaded out.

chan reached down to slowly stroke his thick cock. keeping eye contact with you while he did, “your turn.”

you couldn’t take his eyes off his dick, working to take off your skirt without even breaking your stare. your panties cane off in a swift movement, strings of your arousal still connected to your pussy lips as you threw them to the ground. you turned your body to face chan, each leg getting propped up on the console, putting your pussy on display as you reached down to spread your folds. you couldn’t believe you were doing this.

“fuck, you’re so pretty baby.” he groaned a little, his stroking picking up pace a little, “finger your pussy for me, show me how you touch yourself.”

this didn’t feel real, ever since you had met chan that one time you had always thought he was attractive, but you never thought it would lead to you two touching yourself in front of each other. but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

your pussy was so loud, the squelching sounds echoing through the small space of the car. you were two fingers deep, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot. chan wasn’t exactly quiet over there either, his small moans and whines came out in a steady stream as he teased himself, rubbing his thumb over his tip with every stroke. his cheeks were a dusty shade of pink, his lips parted with a small string of drool dripping off onto his cock.

you were biting your lip, trying to to scream out his name too loudly and seem too pathetic as you fucked yourself dumb on your own fingers. strings of your arousal leaked from your pussy onto the leather seats and you made a mental note later to profusely apologize for it, but you were too busy whimpering at the current moment. a pretty creamy ring started to form around your fingers as you picked up speed, the squelching sounds getting louder and louder.

chan wasn’t far behind, his whole cock had a white veil over it from using his precum as lube, the slick sounds filthy, “fuck! baby..im so close..”

you bit down on your lip impossibly hard to prevent screaming so loud it’d wake the neighbors, “me too-ngh!”

he looked up to hold eye contact with you, “cum with me y/n, please.” his eyes were watery from need.

“coming! coming!” you cried out, meeting his eyes as your mouth fell open, your creamy white cum dripping out around your fingers, leaking down your hole and onto the seats. your thighs trembled and threatened to close in but you wouldn’t risk ruining the view for chan.

he came right after you, his cum coming out in hot spurts, coating (ruining) his tank top. his moans grew even louder as his fist refused to slow down, his cum now leaking over his fingers. he jerked a little as he overstimulated himself, drawing out the orgasm even longer.

“fuck,” he panted, “call me anytime you need to be picked up, i’ll happily be your uber if it means i get that as my tip.”