Backseat

Backseat

By Jaewon

Summary:

In the middle of a shopping date, Chaeryeong’s boyfriend throws a childish tantrum because he’s too horny to wait. She gets angry at first, but his persistent begging and her own hidden desire lead to a risky, passionate quickie in the backseat of the car before they return to the mall like nothing happened.

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The mall was crowded, but Chaeryeong looked perfect as always — casual jeans, a cropped hoodie, hair in a loose ponytail, and that effortless glow that made heads turn. We had been walking for almost two hours, bags in hand, when I started feeling it again. The way her hips swayed when she walked, the way she laughed at something in a store window, the way her hand brushed mine every few steps. By the time we reached the third floor, I was half-hard and impatient.

“Baby, can we go back to the car?” I whispered, tugging her sleeve like a kid. “Just for a minute. I need you.”

Chaeryeong stopped in the middle of the aisle, turning to me with raised eyebrows. “Right now? We’ve barely started shopping. You said you wanted to buy new shoes.”

I shifted on my feet, giving her my best puppy eyes. “I know, but I can’t focus. You look too good today. Please? Just a quick one. I’ll be fast.”

She stared at me, cheeks turning pink as she realized how serious I was. “You’re unbelievable. We’re in public. Act like an adult for once.”

“But I’m horny,” I whined, pulling her closer and pressing against her side so she could feel it. “Come on, Chaeryeong-ah. Just five minutes in the backseat. No one will know.”

Her eyes narrowed, that familiar mix of annoyance and amusement flashing across her face. “You’re such a child. Throwing a tantrum in the middle of the mall because you can’t control yourself. We’re supposed to be shopping, not fucking in the parking lot like teenagers.”

I pouted harder, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind as we stood near a clothing rack. “Please? I’ll buy you whatever you want after. New bag? Shoes? That dress you were looking at? Anything. Just let me have you quick.”

She sighed, clearly fighting a smile. “You’re impossible. Fine. But only because you’re being so annoying and I don’t want you walking around like this the rest of the day. Five minutes. That’s it.”

I grinned like I’d won the lottery and grabbed her hand, practically dragging her toward the elevators. The ride down to the parking level was tense. She kept glancing at the security camera, cheeks flushed, while I tried not to look too eager. When we reached the car, I opened the back door and let her slide in first.

The moment the doors closed, she turned on me. “You’re lucky I love you, you horny idiot.”

I pulled her into a messy kiss, hands already sliding under her hoodie. She kissed back just as eagerly, tongue meeting mine as she climbed onto my lap. Her hands fumbled with my belt while I pushed her hoodie up, exposing her bra. I unclasped it quickly, letting her breasts spill free. I sucked on one nipple hard, making her moan into my mouth.

“Fuck… you’re so impatient,” she breathed, finally freeing my cock. Her hand wrapped around it, stroking firmly. “Look at you, already leaking. Such a needy boy.”

The handjob was fast and slick. She twisted her wrist perfectly, thumb rubbing over the head while she kissed my neck. I groaned, sucking harder on her breasts, leaving light marks. She pushed me back against the seat and leaned down, taking me into her mouth. The blowjob was wet and urgent — she bobbed fast, sucking hard, spit dripping down my shaft as she worked me.

“God, your mouth feels amazing,” I groaned, fingers in her hair.

She pulled off with a pop, stroking me fast. “You better cum quick. We’re supposed to be shopping, remember?”

I pulled her up and helped her straddle me in cowgirl. She sank down on my cock with a soft moan, taking every inch. “So full… you always stretch me so good.”

She rode me hard, hands on my shoulders for leverage, ass bouncing in my lap. The car rocked slightly with her movements. I sucked on her breasts again, biting her nipples while she ground down. Her moans filled the backseat, breathy and desperate.

“Faster, baby,” I urged, gripping her hips. “Ride your boyfriend’s cock like you mean it.”

She bounced faster, tits jiggling in my face. I reached between us and rubbed her clit, making her tremble. She came hard, pussy clenching around me as she squirted lightly on my lap, soaking my thighs and the seat.

“Fuck— yes—” she gasped, still moving through it.

I flipped her onto her back across the seat, spreading her legs wide. Missionary in the cramped space was messy but hot. I thrust deep and fast, the wet sounds loud. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my back.