Venus Fly Trap

Venus Fly Trap

PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x fem!Reader

GENRE: mature (smut)

CONTENT WARNINGS: established relationship, CNC (consensual non-consent) and cnc-related roleplaying that can be triggering to certain audiences, references to drinking alcohol and bar scenes. With that said, this kink is implied to be pre-negotiated in this fic. Please remember before, during, and after reading that these scenes are fictional and do not reflect the idol's personality irl.

WORD COUNT: 3,977k

A/N: I would like to thank 🐌 anonnie for this commission! I hope you like it bubs!!

smut warnings under the cut!

SMUT WARNINGS: cnc, perv!chan (he's a creep), p in v, choking, use of degrading names, fingering, oral (m rec.), unprotected sex, exhibitionism, pain play, also sex without proper prep, there's fluff at the end dw, i think that's it, lmk if i missed anything!

Brandy, cherries, and cola.

The flavors dance on your tongue the same way this stranger— who goes by the name Chan— danced with yours in the bar’s crummy bathroom. You had no plans to meet someone new tonight, your only goal being to get drunk enough to get a mild hangover the day after. And yet somehow, you find yourself in here; between the wall and his body while he licks and nips at your neck teasingly.

It’s embarrassing how a simple, dimpled smile from him had you caving in so quickly. He was charming, impressively so, seeing how effortlessly he carried the conversation without it ever feeling forced or awkward, something that always lingered whenever a random man decided to have some small talk with you during a night out like this. Besides, what better way to strike up a conversation with someone than to ask them if they had a dog? Because, coincidentally, he has one too. With the same breed. Same name. What are the odds?  

Everything just happened so fast. One moment, you were enjoying your own solitude by the bar before he joined in, introducing himself before offering to get you a drink. If it was just any other day, you would have declined, but seeing that pretty smile of his, who could even resist? It didn’t even take you long to realize that his giggles sounded like it was accompanied by a harp played by angels and that his shy demeanor was something that you find way too endearing for you to shoo him away— that's when you know that you were already swept off your feet by him.

So when he asks if you would want to go somewhere more quiet, private, away from the bodies of people raving on the dancefloor, you say yes, letting him pull you into the men's restroom and into the farthest cubicle. 

One second, he’s locking the door, then crashing his lips into yours the next. 

You wondered how many times he has done this before, luring pretty girls in with his seemingly bashful nature only to surprise them that he’s much more of an enigma if anything. His sudden change in demeanor caught you off guard because whatever facade he had moments ago was definitely replaced with someone more confident, headstrong, and assertive, taking the lead once he had you trapped within his arms with his lips on yours in a bruising kiss. 

You’d initially thought he’d take things slow, that he’d take his precious time kissing you gently, borderline romantic, an assumption that you had since he did seem like a guy who’d do something like that. But he didn’t, the rose-colored vision you had about him was immediately broken by this stone called reality that was thrown at the fragile glass. Chan doesn’t let up, not even for breath, and with a rough pace you just came out of nowhere. It was a mash of teeth and tongue, the obscene sounds of heavy making out filtering throughout the empty restroom, mixing with whatever trashy trap music was blasting outside.

At that moment, it had you wondering where the man you just met a few moments ago go. 

The sudden change in his demeanor should have been enough to set off the alarm bells in your head, and hopefully ring loud enough to wake you up to your sense clouded by lust, but your bird brain only welcomed it with arms wrapped around his neck just to pull him closer, close enough to feel his already hard member straining against the front of his jeans. 

A hand heavily gropes your ass while he kisses your neck, his teeth lightly grazing at your sensitive skin, sending a ripple of excitement throughout your body. It even almost made you moan. Your fingers thread through his hair, lightly tugging at it to redirect his lips back to yours. The action makes Chan groan, kissing you again with the same roughness he did from the start. You feel his hands start to roam around your body, over your clothes, feeling every dip and valley before stopping at your chest. Only then did you feel the chills going down your spine the moment he starts kneading one of your breasts, and you swore you felt the urge to push him away and maybe ask him to slow down at first. Things were moving too fast for your liking, and you weren’t looking forward to getting fucked in a cramped bathroom stall tonight. So, you lightly pushed at his chest, hoping that he’d get the message, but he didn't. It only made him nip into your lips before giving your breast a firm squeeze, and for what reason, it felt more of a warning for something you’re not entirely sure of. But still, you pushed at him again, hard enough for him to detach his lips from yours only to go back to kissing your neck— this time with him slightly grinding against your front. If it were any other day, you’d think that his groans sounded so hot, but right now, it only made your heart thrum against your chest in a slight panic with the realization that he’s not stopping. 

“Chan,” you call out to him a bit breathlessly as you try to tug his head away from your neck, “Chan.” He only hums at the sound of his name, his hand finally moving away from your breast but only to trail it down your navel. His hand was already dangerously close to your clothed core before you finally grabbed his wrist to stop him, only then did he finally pull away from you. 

“What’s wrong, sweets? ‘Thought we were gonna do this at some point?” He says with a dazed, and almost dopey look on his face. “Yeah, I—” you gulp, “It’s just that… I think we’re moving a bit too fast?” You didn’t know why, but the longer you looked at him, the more it made you feel like you wanted to shrink into yourself and away from his intense gaze. Suddenly, it’s as if you couldn’t read him, not when his eyes became so void of emotion, no longer matching the small smile he’s sporting on his lips. “Come on, Y/n,” he says, his hands resting on your hips, and you can faintly feel the way his thumbs slightly press into your flesh.

You blink at him, unsure, before sharing an awkward chuckle with him with a shake of your head. “I um…” you feel his grip tighten, tilting his head to the side as he waits for your next words, but judging by the way his smile slowly starts turning sour, you recon that he already knows where this is heading. 

“Tonight has been great and all but,” you paused, trying to gauge his reaction, and you find it funny how you’re suddenly nervous—  as if you’re now walking on eggshells just waiting for him to crack. “I think I should go.” 

You move, trying to create even just a little bit of space for you to get away from him, but he blocks you, now putting one of his hands against the wall to trap you. “Leaving already?” Chan asks, still with the sickly sweet souring smile on his face that has your heart beating frantically in your chest, alarm bells ringing in your head now that you’ve come to the realization that things were quickly going south. 

You gave him a sheepish smile, masking the panic that was slowly bubbling within you, before trying to move away again, but this time he trapped you even more by putting his body closer to yours leaving you no room to escape. 

“Chan, come on, I gotta—” 

“Don’t go yet, please?” He asks, his face mere inches away from yours, his eyes darting to your lips— you’ve never felt this vulnerable and scared in your life before until today. The tension in the air thickens, even more, the moment he locks eyes with you, and suddenly you feel as if you’re claustrophobic with the proximity between the two of you.

He tries kissing you, but you dodge, turning your face away so he can kiss your cheek instead. “Playing hard to get now, are we?” Chan briefly comments before leaning in to kiss you again, an attempt that fails yet again as you dodge him the second time. He drops his head and then scoffs, his fringe falling over his face making it hard to see his expression, but you catch a glimpse of him licking his lips before breaking out into a toothy, open-mouth smile as he pokes his tongue against his cheek. “And here I thought you were easy,” you hear him mumble under his breath with a shake of his head. Appalled, you look at him incredulously, fear momentarily forgotten because of the sheer shock you felt because of his words. “Excuse me?” 

“Come on, sweetheart. Aren’t you here for a quick fuck?” 

“What? No! Jesus, what made you think that?!” 

“Well, you’re here, aren’t you? In the men’s bathroom? With me?”

You hear the sound of skin hitting skin before you even realize that you’ve slapped him— slapped him hard enough to leave his cheek throbbing with a dull ache that settled on his jaw— and you wished that the earth would just swallow you right then and there for what you’ve done.

When he turns to look at you again, his free hand cradling his face, the smile he’d put up is no longer there anymore, replaced by a clenched jaw and eyes that just made your insides scream run, run, run!

Yet you stood still, out of fear and pride, facing him with your chin held high and unblinking eyes, hoping that he’d get the message that you’re not as easy as he thinks you are. 

“I was hoping I’d go easy with you tonight,” he huffs out, his hand reaching out to grab your face, his thumb harshly digging into your cheeks that has you struggling to escape his hold with your hands tugging at his wrist, “Especially after seeing this pretty face of yours.” Despite digging your nails into his skin, he doesn’t budge, not even when you try to tug at it as hard as you can. 

“I’ll give you another chance, yeah?” Chan says and he finally, finally, lets go of you. He reaches out again to touch you but you quickly swat his hand away with a glare and a shove. “Stay. Away.” You warn him and all Chan does in response is chuckle in the most demeaning way possible, as if he knows that your little warning poses no real threat to him. 

He grabs you by the hips before quickly pulling you toward him, catching you off guard and landing on his chest with an ‘oof’. “Come on, baby. Just the tip, I promise. What do you say?” He whispers against your ear, his lips just barely brushing against the shell. 

“You fucking asshole!” You curse, shoving him before spitting right at his face, absolutely fuming in anger. Chan was taken aback at what you did, angrily wiping his face with his hand before grabbing you before you could even push the door open. With a surprised squeal, he pushes you against the wall while he swiftly locks the cubicle again, your effort to escape immediately going down the drain. 

“Listen here, you bitch,” he says as he pins you with his body, his warm breath hitting the skin of your cheek. “I’m gonna take what’s mine and fuck you right here, ya hear me?” He lightly shoves you again for good measure, making you whimper, your breath hitching in fear as you clutch the wall in front of you. “Answer me,” another shove, then you nod as best as you can despite having your face squished against the wall. 

Your heart pounds hard against your chest, loud enough to hear your own pulse in your ears, as he starts unbuttoning your jeans just so he can shove his hand in. “Chan, please,” you whimper, wincing at the sound of your own zipper going down. “Don’t do this, please.” He doesn’t answer you, nor listen because he shamelessly cups your core over your panties.

Then he huffs, amused. 

“You sure you don’t want this?” He asks, his fingers putting pressure against your clothed clit which he seems to find right away. “I can feel you soaking through your underwear, babe.” Your face heats up at his words, and a moan almost threatens to slip past your lips the moment he presses again. “N-no,” you stutter out, and you wanna curse at your body for basically betraying you. You weren’t supposed to like this, him touching you in the most perverted way possible that is, and yet here you are, pleasure buzzing throughout your body every time he manages to rub your clit the right way despite having a barrier of clothing in between. 

“Chan I–” you gasp when he suddenly shoves your pants down together with your underwear, the action leaving you bare for him to see. “Chan, no! Oh god, stop— please don’t look!” You pleaded, even going as far as trying to cover yourself, but Chan was quick to grab both your knees and pin them behind your back, pushing you against the wall so that you could arch your back and present your ass toward him.

“Why even cover yourself, sweetheart?” He asks, and you feel him putting his fingers on your embarrassingly wet cunt, fingers pushing through your folds. “I can’t believe you even dared to hide this pretty pussy of yours. Did you really think I’d leave without having a taste first?” He spends his precious time just toying with you, admiring how your slick coats his digits and how your body tries so hard not to react with the pleasure that was getting so hard to ignore. “It’s okay, pretty girl. You can feel good,” he says, dipping the tips of his finger against your hole until your knees threaten to buckle from under you. “N-no,” you say with a shake of your head, “Doesn’t f-feel good.” It really doesn’t, not when all he does was tease you, only rubbing your cunt through your folds and purposefully avoiding your aching bud. Perhaps this was his revenge, riling you up to the point where you forgot that you never wanted this in the first place, which again, he does ever so effortlessly the same when he managed to lure you in. Maybe he really is right, you think. Maybe you are easy, no less easy than the fly who falls victim to the sweet nectar of a Venus fly trap. Before you knew it, he had clamped down on you the same way the jaws of the carnivorous plant snap close to capture its prey. 

“No?” He says with faux sympathy, finally shoving his middle finger inside and he almost moans at the feeling of your walls clenching around his digit, warm and velvety and so, so snug for lack of better words. “Well, that isn’t really my problem now, is it?” You hear the telltale sound of metal clinking and you realize that he’s undoing his belt. You shake your head, muttering no, no, no before looking over your shoulder in horror. “Chan, what are you–” 

“Does it matter?” he cuts you off with his head tilted and his brow raised. “Isn’t this what you wanted in the first place? Don’t tell me you’re still playing hard to get.” Chan scoffs out, pushing his pants down his thighs before palming his now hard cock over the thin fabric of his boxers. You thrash against him, which really was a mistake because it only managed to shove Chan’s finger even deeper, you swore it nearly grazed your cervix, making you shudder almost instantly. “Stay fucking still,” he tells you, almost like a command, while he stills you by holding your hip in place just so he could shove another finger inside.

“I don’t think you’d be needing that much prep,” he says after a while of wiggling his fingers in your hole, experimentally pulling it out before pushing it right back in, purposefully missing your sweet spot. “Not like you really need it.” He pulls his fingers out just to spread your wetness all over your cunt just to prove a point before putting it right back in. 

It’s embarrassing to hear the loud noises of your cunt  every time he moves his fingers, the lewd wet sounds echoing throughout the bathroom, and if anyone were to come in, they’d definitely know right away what the two of you are doing. But then the idea of Chan possibly fucking you without prep makes you clench around his fingers as an attempt to push them out and definitely not because of how aroused you felt with the idea. 

“Be good for me now, yeah?” He says, leaning over your body just so he can press his chest against your back while pulling his cock out of the confines of his boxers. You shake your head once again, telling him no for the nth time of the night, but he only shuts you up by putting the very same fingers that were inside your pussy into your mouth to shut you up before pushing his cock inside you without any room for adjusting. The sting of the intrusion makes your eyes water and squeal around his fingers, your breathing erratic as you can physically feel your cunt throbbing around the size of his girth. Chan groans at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, even more so when he starts moving, fucking you as if he already owns your body. Every thrust sends your body forward into the wall, making you use your arms to stabilize yourself and keep yourself from hitting your face against the wall. 

“Such a tight fucking cunt, babe. Can’t believe you would even keep this from me,” he pants out, fucking you hard enough to let out huffs of your own pleasure, tiny, quiet moans coming out muffled as the sting slowly turns into pleasure, especially when the curve of his cock is just enough to make it hit your sweet spot. 

You feel his fingers dig into your hip as he pulls you against him to meet his thrust, and you are sure that you’ll wake up with bruises the size of his fingertips tomorrow. But at this point, it’s like you wouldn’t even mind, not when you already start to feel fuzzy from the pleasure his cock was giving you, drooling around his fingers with your own spit dribbling from your chin. 

The sound of skin against skin, his heavy set of balls smacking against your clit, and his moans that bounced with every thrust were enough to make you feel your orgasm slowly building up like a rubber that’s pulled too tight threatening to snap. And Chan knows you’re close if not with the way you just got wetter, your essence forming a ring at the base of his cock, with your tight pussy clenching around him nonstop, so he pulls his fingers from your mouth just to hear the pretty noises you were making. 

You can get caught like this, the both of you know, and every time you remember it makes your heart skip a beat or two. You definitely don’t want to get caught per se, but the idea itself makes the skipped beat from your heart appear in your cunt, you know? 

“C-close,” you mutter, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he decides to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you closer against him so he can just press himself against your back, deepening his strokes until he feels you cum around him with a silent scream, your eyes crossed as you twitch and shake against his hold as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “There ya go,” he comments before nibbling at your ear. “I could have made you cum like this moments ago if you weren’t being so fucking difficult.” 

Just then, before Chan could even focus on chasing his orgasm, the door to the public bathroom opens and a drunk man stumbles in, and he was quick to pull out of you and push you to the floor to shove his cock in your mouth, the sound of you gagging when his cock reaches the back of your throat silenced by the sounds of the drunk man throwing up a few stalls away. You had to breathe through your nose and blink your tears away, and you thought that Chan would stop right here and wait for the person to leave so he could continue, but he didn’t. Instead, he wraps his hand around your throat, choking you, while his other hand threads through your hair before gripping at your roots just so he could move you against his cock, moving your head back and forth like a toy for him to use. 

You try to not gag every time he pushes you too deep, so you try to focus on smelling his musk and the taste of his precum mixed with your own juices in your mouth, anything to keep you focused on staying quiet until the man leaves. It’s a shame that even in this moment you think that the stranger you just met an hour ago looks so pretty with his face contorted in pleasure. His plush bottom lip is caught between his teeth and he’s got sweat beading on his temples, and you could see just how much he’s trying to stay quiet too. 

When you finally hear the sound of the toilet flushing followed by the bathroom door opening and closing, Chan lets go, keeping your head in place before shallowly thrusting into your mouth before he cums. “F-fuuuuuuck yeah, baby. Shit, did so fucking well for me.” Streaks of his hot cum shoot down your throat before he pulls out just enough to get the last bits of his release on your tongue. 

His chest heaves as he comes down from his high, gently pulling you off his cum just so he could watch you open your mouth just to show how much there is in your mouth before swallowing it with a satisfied giggle. 

“Fucking hell,” Chan comments with a breathless chuckle, watching you take his softening cock back inside your mouth just to ‘clean’ him off until he hisses with overstimulation. “H-hah— that’s enough, baby, please,” he says with a wince, finally breaking character, so you pull off with a pop before giving the tip of his cock a kiss with a sweet giggle. Chan then helps you up before pulling you into his arms, immediately attacking your face with so many kisses, making you whine and break into a smile. “Channie, nooo,” you squeal out, “stop!” 

“‘M not stopping,” he says, his dimples making an appearance on his handsome face as he smiles at you. “Gonna give you so many kisses for being such a good girl for me.”

“You can give it to me later, you know?” You say with a smile before giving a kiss on the tip of his nose. “We might get caught if we stay like this!” 

“You’re worried about that now?” He jokes before helping you put your pants up and straighten your clothes. “Yes now,” you retort. “I was busy getting railed by my boyfriend earlier! Of course, I worry about it now!” 

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about anything, Mrs. Bang,” Chan teases, giving you a forehead kiss. “I’ll fuck you again the moment we get home. This time, we’re definitely not getting caught.” 

Hellohello luv :> been having some fluffy thoughts about skz and okok hear me out:

Them calling a friend/member talking about you but being unaware that you speak Korean and accidentally confessing-

Thats all thank you for your attention mwah kthxbyee <3

omg omg omg idk why but this is so Channie coded to me

Like his phone would ring while you're hanging out and he gets up, trying to at least walk a little ways away before he picks up. But Jisung's voice is still more than loud enough for you to hear where you're on the sofa.

"Jisung-ah?"

"Hi Channie-hyung, I won't disturb you for long, but we're about to head to the studio and we don't know where you keep the hard drive. We wanted to work on that one song from months ago."

"It's all good, top drawer of the desk in my room."

Silence, the sounds of rummaging.

"Got it! Thanks, hyung!"

"Don't lose it, Jisung, I swear."

A silly little giggle.

"Don't worry, Changbin-hyung is here, too, and he will supervise"

"Okay, good."

"No need to worry while you hang out with your future wife."

"Jisung!"

"What! She can't hear me! Or understand me!"

"She's not my future wife."

"Awwww, Channie don't sound so sad. I'm telling you, she likes you, too. You just need to find the confidence to tell her."

I agree, Changbin yells from the back somewhere and Jisung makes a triumphant noise.

"See, Changbin-hyung thinks so, too. Plus, we've seen you together. You're like, meant to be. Two peas in a pod. I can see you already, just like you said, apartment in Seoul, a big, happy dog, small wedding, mind-blowing sex every night until maybe one day you put a baby in her, preferably a little girl ..."

"Jisung, oh my god please," Chan whines and turns around to check on you. You're just scrolling through your phone. He chuckles painfully and digs the heel of his palm into his eyes.

"What are you guys doing right now?"

"Nothing much, eating sushi, watching a movie. She ... She looks very pretty and smells really good."

"Oh, you're so cute, Channie-hyung! So just, you know, do the usual. Put your arm around her, pull her in, put those big old lips to good use. Just make sure you wash your mouth out before you do, sushi breath is stinky."

"I'm never telling you anything ever again, Jisung," Chan deadpans and Jisung laughs, but takes the hint.

"Fine, fine, stew in your unrequited puppy love for the rest of your life, then, see if I care ... which I do, of course, it's the only reason I'm saying all of this."

"I'm hanging up now, Jisung."

"Fine, fine, I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Bye, Jisung."

Chan heaves out a giant sigh and takes a moment to collect himself before he turns around and makes his way back to the sofa

"Sorry," he says in English, "Jisung needed a hard drive, him and Changbin have been working on this older song again and he didn't know where it was."

You just nod, looking at him in a way that makes his cheeks heat up. When you open your mouth, he's pretty sure he can feel his heart fall into his ass.

"I'm more of a cat person," you say, your Korean solid, but definitely a little accented, "but I'd definitely also want a girl. And an apartment in the city, that would be a dream."

His heart is thundering in his fucking ears as he watches you, your cheeks flushed with nerves, clutching your phone in your hands until your knuckles turn white. Wait, did you just ...

He leans in, pushing you back until you're splayed out on the sofa underneath him.

"I really fucking like you," he says, in English again. He loves the way your breath hitches, the corners of your mouth ticking upwards.

"I really fucking like you, too," you breathe and that's all he needs before he leans down and presses his lips to yours, sushi breath be damned. And it's a perfectly imperfect kiss, just like you, just like him.

Later he will scold you for never telling him you understood Korean. Later he will give a very confused Jisung a hug and shake him slightly. And at your wedding he will reenact the whole story, with Jisung right next to him, playing himself.

LEE KNOW SKZ CODE, EP.46

thinking about being drunk in the back of a car with minho…

tags: drunken decisions!!!!, bsf!lee minho x afab!reader, kissing, making out, spit, fingersss, no actual smut but kind of implied, driver!changbin is fed up

author’s note: not sure if this is considered dubcon due to drunken consent but if you don’t like don’t read!! both characters are functioning and understanding of what’s going on despite drinking, NEVER hook up with someone who is past the point of awareness.

purely fiction, minors dni

you probably shouldn’t have drank as much as you did- if your blurry vision was anything to go by.

as fuzzy as everything around you felt, minho’s beauty suddenly stuck out to you clearer than it ever had before. you never really took in how perfect his features were; his perfectly sculpted nose now scrunched up cutely between two sharp, feline like eyes that currently struggled to maintain focus on changbin, the designated driver of the night, as he attempted to hold a conversation with the tipsy man.

“min,” you eventually whispered. his eyes flickered towards you, to which you finally got to admire his dark orbs under a slight state of intoxication. his eyes were more than alluring; you’d have no problem stare into them forever.

“hmm?” he questioned, his voice low and husky to match the faintness of your own. you didn’t immediately respond, being too busy admiring his features. your attention travelled down to his pink lips: they still looked wet from the drinks he was previously taking down, glistening from the reflection of the moon through the car window. “…what?” he asked again, his voice curious yet playful as his lips turned up in a smirk.

“…nothing,” you reply. “you just look nice.”

‘nice’ is not the word you wanted to use. best friends tell each other they look nice all the time. ‘you look nice’ is the phrase you use to compliment each other before a first date or when dolling yourselves up for a night out.

maybe it’s just because your sex life had been rather dry recently, but what you really wanted to tell him was how hot he was making your body feel. just being next to him and appreciating his features made your face flush with a heavy and sudden lust. minho’s fierce eyes were lidded and faded, yet you still felt intimidated under his gaze. the way he was staring into you, trying to decipher your true intentions, had your thighs shifting together- a small detail that failed to go unnoticed by minho.

“i look nice?” he repeated in a slur. his hand landed on your leg under the guise of holding his balance when the car drove over a small bump. your lower region tingled up at the light touch. “you look nice,” he replied.

“no,” you simply responded, turning your face away from his. he leaned closer, his face following yours. he cocked his head to the side to try and read your face that avoided him so persistently. your cheeks were now visibly red, feeling unbelievably warm from his close proximity.

“no? but you always look nice.” his pretty lips were molded into a pout when you finally faced him again. his body was now extremely close to yours, his leg only a hairs length away from pressing against yours.

you tried to look into his eyes again, you truly did, but his lips look much more enticing in your buzzed state. despite minho’s clouded mind, he was certainly alert to where your lidded eyes settled on his face. you merely whined in response to his compliment, the only form of reply you could manage, before he took your cheek in his palm. “you know you always look good, right?” he practically purred, forcing you to finally make eye contact.

his fingers trailed from your cheek and down to your chin, and now it was his turn to stare at your pretty lips. electricity ran through your body under his intense gaze. your lips subconsciously fell into a pout, presenting them deliciously to minho’s view.

it felt like forever before he finally leaned in with a hum, kissing your lips slowly and tenderly.

the way he kissed you was a contrast to his feisty personality. his lips moved against yours in a steady rhythm, taking his time as if it was the last time he’d ever lay his lips on another human. for how riled up he had you, you weren’t expecting him to pace you like this. his hand that wasn’t resting on your chin rubbed at your thigh, pulling small noises from your mouth that vibrated through the passionate kiss.

you could taste the alcohol lingering on his tongue when he finally welcomed it into your mouth. you took initiative in intensifying the kiss, an unexpected bout of courage leading you to bite down softly on his bottom lip. his eyes opened momentarily, catching yours as you mentally panicked that you may have crossed a line. you didn’t have a lot of time to overthink it, because minho eagerly returned the gesture after a moment’s time, pulling at your bottom lip between his teeth as he groped your thigh with a little more fervor. the man was practically straddling you at this point.

you had to stop yourself from moaning out, nearly forgetting about changbin in the front seat of the car. as if on cue, you heard a loud gasp of your names coming from the front of the car.

“yah! what are y- in my car???” changbin cried as he met your eyes in the rear view mirror. your face flushed and you hid yourself in minho’s neck.

“we’re just kissing, relax!” minho scoffed in response, settling back into his seat.

“i don’t care! it starts as kissing, then kissing turns to fucking in the back of my car!”

in the midst of changbin’s complaints, you watched minho’s fingers lift up to his lips in the corner of your eye. his digits slid past his bow-shaped lips momentarily, returning to your view coated in a thick layer of saliva. your wide eyes followed his slender fingers as they drew closer to your face, your mouth unwillingly gaped open. he tapped two fingers on your bottom lip, an unspoken request that you gladly obeyed.

your lips captured his spit-covered fingertips, little by little taking in the whole length of his digits. your lidded eyes maintained contact with his steady gaze. if it wasn’t for the prominent tent in his pants that twitched at each swirl of your tongue, you wouldn’t think he was phased by your actions at all. it felt messy, you felt like taking everything he would give you, and he was absolutely dominating your mind.

his fingers curled down your throat, triggering a small gag that had changbin whipping his head around and losing control of the car.

“what the f- can you guys NOT?”

to that, minho practically lunged at you, instantaneously replacing his fingers with his mouth and pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips. the kiss sounded as messy as it felt. his tongue danced around yours in a lustful exchange of saliva that drooled down your own chin.

it was over as soon as it started though, or at least it felt like it. minho pulled his whole body away from you and once again sat back in his designated seat under harsh glares from the irritated driver.

changbin sighed out, visibly aggravated at the two of you. “minho if you’re not in the front seat in ten seconds, i’m calling the cops and asking them to pull me over.”

you peeked over at minho who exchanged an amused glance with you. he leaned over to level his lips with your ear. “stay at mine tonight?” he practically purred, his fingers ghosting over your thigh and his breath tickling your neck. you nodded a little too quickly, to which minho smirked and patted your leg. he then stood up and crawled across the body of the car, taking his place next to changbin in the passengers seat and muttering a small “cockblocker” under his breath.

in a clouded state of drunk and horny, you didn’t care much about the sober consequences that the next day would bring. you missed his presence next to you, but you knew he’d make up for it once you were both finally out of this damned car.

⭑ Minho moments that live in my head rent free 58/?? ⭑