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?"

Heeseung decides it's best to put you out of your misery and quietly reaches out to take your fingers into his hand.

“Your hands are so cold,” He slows until you both come to a stop. “Why didn't you say anything?”

“Well, you can't really do anything about it,” You answer truthfully, though not unkindly.

He huffs, and clasps both your hands between his, rubbing vigorously to create some warmth. The action makes your chest warm instead of your hands.

“We're going to be left behind.” You cock your head in the direction of the boys, still walking ahead.

“They'll call if somethings wrong.”

“Heeseung…” You pretend to tug your hands from his, though it's all a farce. You never want him to let go. “We shouldn't get split up.”

“We're fine,” he steps closer. Your hands remain in his grasp, now held firmly between your bodies. “I just…I want a moment alone, that's all.”

You scrunch your nose, pretending to be offended. “At least buy me a drink first.”

He laughs in surprise, eyes crinkling happily at the corners. “Not like that, you pervert.”

"Then how?” You can't help but tease him.

He lifts one hand to brush his thumb across your cheek, rubbing away a smudge of dirt in the process. “I was trying to be romantic.”

“Sorry,” You say earnestly, but still smiling. “Go on.”

He sighs fondly, thumb still brushing your cheek. “I'm really happy we're giving this, us, a try. I know we haven't spoken about what we are, but I have a good feeling about where we're going.”

Elation lights up in your chest. You’ve never really sat down and had a proper discussion about your feelings, mostly because you were both obvious with your affections and partly because you knew he would return your advancements. Still, hearing him say it out loud makes you a little giddy, as if his acknowledgement of your growing relationship makes it one hundred percent, without a doubt, real.

"I'm—I'm really happy too.” You lean into his touch. “This, us, it feels…right.”

"Yeah?” His face is suddenly, impossibly, close to yours. Each exhale has small, puffy clouds floating between you, courtesy of the chilling air.

“Yeah,” You confirm, your own voice soft and breathy. Your chest aches with a longing you never knew you had.

Heeseung closes in, his eyes half-lidded, lips puckered. You lean in, ready to meet him half-way.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Your head snaps towards Jake. His hands are cupped around his mouth as he calls out. “Move your asses! We're nearing the next town!”

Heeseung groans and you pull back, ears hot with embarrassment.

“Just one moment,” he mutters. “We couldn't get one moment.”

"Come on, before he gets any ideas.” You take him by the hand, your face feeling terribly hot, and pull him back towards the boys. Niki and Jake stand closest to you, fake gagging as you near the group.

Heeseung rolls his eyes. “How old are you again?”

“Not old enough to witness that.” Niki mimics throwing up, bending at the waist to add to the theatrics.

“You're an adult.” Heeseung teases.

Jay sighs and wacks Jake, who is still pretending to be disgusted, upside the head. “Stop it, let's get going.”

“Hey! Niki was doing it too!”

"You're old enough not to entertain him.” Jay fires back.

Their argument fades into the background, their attention now on each other. Heeseung intertwines your fingers with his and squeezes gently — it's an unspoken gesture, one that has you realizing that yeah, this, whatever this is, it feels right.

a/n: thank you for reading the teaser!! i hope you enjoyed it <3