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A Bumpy Ride 2

Chan x Fem Reader

PART TWO

Tags: outdoor sex, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving) fingering, choking, breeding, overstimulation, reckless sex, unprotected sex, cream-pie, breeding kink.

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Chan gets a little too bold after the car incident and now its like he cant get enough of you, so you’re both sneaking around camp and getting off at odd places. The group also now suspects you both…

A/N: Please read part 1 before starting this, if you’re a new reader.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

<< Part 1 | Part 2

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It was late. The others had finally gone quiet—some asleep in their tents, some still murmuring by the fire.

You were curled up on your sleeping bag, body still sore from the ride, heart still racing whenever you thought about what you’d done. Sitting on Chan’s lap. Feeling him hard and throbbing under you. The way he shifted your panties to the side and slid in like he owned your body.

You hadn’t spoken since.

It was too risky.

Too dangerous to admit how much you wanted it again.

And then—

zzzippppp.

The tent door opened.

You sat up, heart hammering.

“Chan?” you whispered.

He ducked inside, hair messy, hoodie slung low over his forehead. His eyes met yours in the dark—and you felt it. That spark. That silent, breathless need.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said quietly. “Kept thinking about you.”

You swallowed hard. “Someone might see—”

“I don’t care.”

He crawled toward you slowly, eyes never leaving your face. “You think I can forget what that felt like? The way you rode me? The way you came so hard around my cock you soaked through my jeans?”

Your breath hitched.

“Chan—”

“I need you again,” he whispered. “Right now. Just us.”

Your resolve shattered.

You pulled him in by the hoodie, crashing your lips into his. It was messy, hungry, desperate—all tongue and teeth and soft gasps.

Chan shoved his sleeping bag aside and laid you down gently, his body pressed over yours, warm and solid. “No one can hear us,” he murmured, grinding into your hips. “You just have to be quiet.”

You moaned into his mouth, already tugging at his hoodie, needing to feel him—skin on skin. His hands were under your shirt, pushing your bra up, mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck to your chest.

“Missed these,” he mumbled against your skin. “Wanted to suck on them in the car. Fuck, I nearly lost my mind.”

You gasped when he latched onto your nipple, tongue swirling, one hand slipping between your legs. Your shorts were already damp—your ruined panties sticking to your skin. He groaned at the feel of you.

“Still wet,” he whispered. “You’re such a mess for me, baby.”

He slid your shorts down slowly, kissing every inch of your thighs, until he was face-level with your soaked core.

“Don’t scream,” he grinned. “Unless you want them all to know how good I make you feel.”

And then—his mouth was on you.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as his tongue dragged through your folds, slow and steady, teasing your clit before sucking on it hard. He moaned into your pussy like he was starved, and your hips bucked off the sleeping bag.

“You taste even better out here,” he whispered. “Like fresh air and sin.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he tongue-fucked you, building you up with that same expert rhythm he had in the van—only this time there were no seats, no clothes, no one in between.

Just him.

And you.

And the stifled sounds of your orgasm as you came on his face, thighs clenching around his head, every nerve lit on fire.

He licked you through it, slow and loving. “Still with me, angel?”

You nodded weakly.

“Good,” he said, climbing up your body. “Because I’m not done.”

You wrapped your legs around his hips as he pushed in—bare, thick, deep—no barrier, no hesitation. You gasped, clinging to him as he filled you in one slow thrust, bottoming out until your walls clenched tight around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel like home.”

He started to move—deep, lazy strokes, dragging along every sensitive spot inside you. His hand cradled your face, his other holding your thigh high against his hip.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Even if no one knows it. You’re mine.”

You came again before you could stop it—shuddering around him, mouth open in a silent scream as he fucked you through it, groaning at how tight you squeezed him.

“Gonna cum inside,” he panted, speeding up. “Fill you up again. You want it?”

You nodded, eyes wide. “Yes—please, Chan—”

“Take it, baby. Take all of it.”

He thrusted once, twice—then came hard, hips jerking, cock pulsing as he emptied inside you, filling you to the brim.

You held each other in the dark, breathless and warm, your legs still wrapped around his waist as his cum dripped out slowly.

“Stay with me,” you whispered. “Just a little longer.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

⸻

The sun had barely risen when you emerged from your tent, legs still wobbly, skin still tingling from everything Chan did to you hours ago.

You’d cleaned up the best you could. Fixed your hair. Wore a skirt. Tried to act normal.

But nothing was normal. Not after the way he’d touched you. Fucked you. Owned you.

And the second you sat down at the picnic table with the others, coffee in hand and heart pounding in your chest, you felt it—

Chan’s hand, sliding across your thigh under the table.

You flinched. He didn’t even look at you. Just kept eating his granola like he wasn’t trailing his fingertips higher and higher beneath your skirt.

You tried to scoot away subtly.

His hand tightened.

You choked on your coffee.

“Everything okay?” Jisung asked, eyeing you.

You nodded, smile strained. “Just… hot.”

Hyunjin raised a brow. “It’s 7am.”

Chan smirked beside you. His hand reached the top of your thigh—dangerously close to the soaked center between your legs—and you squeezed them together.

“You’re no fun,” he whispered, voice low and sinful.

You gave him a death glare.

His fingers slipped under the hem of your panties.

You gasped. Silently. Eyes wide.

He laughed under his breath.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured. “You like being teased in front of them?”

“Chan,” you hissed.

“Hmm?”

And then—he slid a finger in.

Right there.

At the breakfast table.

With everyone around.

You bit your lip hard. Fought to keep your body still. He moved slow, shallow thrusts—just enough to feel him, to make you crave more. He rubbed your clit in circles, dragging his slick finger back up and teasing your entrance again.

“You’re gonna cum like this?” he whispered. “So needy. So full of my cum from last night.”

You clenched—hard—and he laughed softly, clearly pleased with himself.

Then—

“Chan and Y/n” Minho said, checking a list, “firewood duty. Take the wagon and don’t get lost.”

Chan pulled his hand back instantly. “Got it.”

You were still in shock. Still leaking. And now you were being sent into the woods alone with him?

You were doomed.

⸻

The second you were out of sight from the campsite, Chan pounced.

He shoved you against the nearest tree, lips hot on your throat, one hand cupping your ass under your skirt like he owned it.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned, rutting his hips into yours. “Woke up with your taste still in my mouth. Couldn’t think about anything else.”

You whimpered, pulling him closer. “Then do something about it.”

That was all it took.

He dropped to his knees.

Yanked your panties down in one rough motion—didn’t even take them off, just let them hang around one ankle like a trophy.

“Spread for me,” he said, breathless. “C’mon, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy again.”

You did—leg up on his shoulder, skirt bunched around your waist, back pressed to rough bark.

And then—his tongue was on you.

Slow. Heavy. Devastating.

He licked through your folds like he was starving, groaning into you as your hands tangled in his hair, thighs trembling around his head.

“God,” he muttered, licking up your arousal and dipping his tongue into your entrance. “So fucking sweet. I could live between your legs.”

You gasped when he latched onto your clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking in maddening circles.

“Chan—fuck—” you moaned, head thrown back.

“You’re gonna cum like this?” he smirked, voice husky. “All over my tongue again?”

You nodded, thighs squeezing his head as he doubled down—faster, harder, fingers gripping your ass, holding you steady as your orgasm hit fast and hot.

You came with a cry, legs shaking, one hand slapping against the tree for balance as he kept licking—through your orgasm, into the overstimulation.

“Too much,” you gasped. “Please—Chan—”

He stood, mouth wet with you, and kissed you—tongue pushing into your mouth so you could taste yourself.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he growled. “You think I can stop now?”

He flipped you around—your front pressed to the tree, ass out—and shoved your skirt up to your waist. You heard the sound of his zipper, the low curse under his breath as he lined himself up.

And then—he was inside you.

In one deep, possessive thrust, he filled you—raw, thick, so deep you saw stars.

You gasped, gripping the tree bark. “Fuck, Chan—”

“Shh,” he whispered against your neck. “Be quiet, baby. Don’t want the others finding us like this, do you?”

You shook your head, already trembling.

But then he fucked you. Hard.

Thrust after thrust—slamming into you with wild, panting desperation, one hand sliding down to rub your clit again.

“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So warm—so wet—this pussy’s fucking mine.”

“Yours,” you gasped. “Yours—please don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He couldn’t.

He fucked you like he needed it—like he’d die without you. The wet slap of skin, the squelch of his cum from the night before still leaking out as he thrusted deeper and deeper.

“You ruined me,” he panted. “That night in the tent—you fucking broke me. All I want now is to be inside you. Fill you up again. Mark you.”

You were so close—grinding back against him, whimpering his name.

“Cum for me, angel,” he growled. “Show me this pussy’s mine.”

You broke.

You came hard, legs giving out, only held up by the tree and his firm hands on your waist as you pulsed around him—tight, wet, throbbing.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed, burying himself to the hilt. “Gonna cum—gonna fill you up again—”

And then he was spilling inside you, his cock twitching as he fucked his cum deep, both of you shaking from the intensity.

You collapsed into his chest, still pressed to the tree, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“Mine,” he whispered. “All fucking mine.”

The forest had never felt so small, your every step heavy as you tried to pull yourself together. The skirt you’d so proudly worn now stuck uncomfortably to your skin, and your panties were still clinging to your thighs, damp and sticky with Chan’s cum.

You reached the edge of the trees, and there they were—the rest of the group, lounging around the campfire, unaware of the debauchery that had just occurred in the woods behind them.

Chan walked beside you, cool as ever, a sly grin on his face as he casually threw an arm over your shoulders, the same arm that had just been knee-deep in your pussy.

“Did you get everything?” Minho asked, glancing at the firewood pile, clearly not expecting much from your “excursion.”

“Yeah,” Chan said smoothly, as if he hadn’t just made you cum twice in the forest. “Everything’s good.”

But then you shifted uncomfortably. You could feel it—his seed still dripping out of you as you stood in front of the group, trying to act like everything was perfectly normal.

Hyunjin’s eyes locked onto yours. He smirked.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, his gaze trailing down your legs, as if knowing exactly what had happened.

You froze. You could feel the wetness between your thighs, the sticky aftermath of Chan’s fuck filling you up like a messy secret, leaking in small trickles.

“Yeah, just, uh… really tired,” you said, a fake laugh escaping your lips. You couldn’t help but cross your legs, trying to hide the evidence of your earlier indiscretions.

Chan, of course, was in full control—his hand slid down to rest on your waist, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin like he hadn’t just fucked you stupid in the woods. His casual demeanor only made you feel more exposed.

“So,” he said, grinning like a man who knew exactly what he was doing, “let’s get this fire going. We’ve got plenty of time to relax before the night.”

Hyunjin raised a brow but didn’t push it further. He’d caught the glimpse, the hint in your flushed face and the way you couldn’t stand still, like you were still trying to adjust to the feeling of being wrecked.

But as you helped with the firewood, things got more complicated.

You kept sneaking glances at Chan, trying to ignore the feeling of his cum slowly leaking down your legs, his eyes on you like he could see right through your nervous act. The heat between your legs was impossible to ignore. You were beyond raw, and every time you moved, you felt a reminder of the mess he’d made of you.

“I don’t know how you’re not shivering,” Jisung commented, eyeing you with a grin. “I thought you’d be cold after being out there for so long.”

You managed a laugh, the sound shaky. “Yeah, it’s a little chilly… but I’m fine.”

Chan leaned over your shoulder, breath warm on your ear, his voice low enough only for you to hear: “You want me to do something about that?” His hand brushed dangerously close to your inner thigh again, just grazing, but enough to send a jolt of heat through you.

“Stop,” you hissed, swatting at his hand.

“Stop?” he said, voice teasing. “Can’t. You’re still making me hard thinking about last night. I can’t help it if you’re the one who made me lose control, baby.”

Your face flushed deep red as you forced yourself to focus on gathering firewood. But you couldn’t escape the feeling of him behind you, the way his body heat radiated against your back as you both moved.

Everyone was starting to notice. You could feel their eyes on you—particularly Hyunjin, who was still smirking like he knew exactly what had gone down.

“Maybe you two should go get the rest of the firewood,” Minho suggested, as if the idea had just come to him. “The pile over by the creek looks like it could use a little more.”

No. No, no, no.

You shot a panicked look at Chan. He grinned.

“Great idea,” Chan said, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the trees again.

“Chan—wait—what if someone sees?” you whispered, voice cracking.

He pulled you in close, breath warm against your neck. “No one’s gonna see. I’ll keep you quiet. Don’t worry.”

The moment you were out of sight, his hands were back on you—grabbing your ass, rubbing your clit through your skirt, making your body ache for more.

“Chan,” you gasped, barely able to keep your voice down.

“You wanted this,” he breathed against your ear. “Now let me fuck you again. You’re so fucking wet for me, even with everyone watching.”

And before you could protest, he shoved you against a nearby tree again—this time even rougher than before, his fingers sliding under your skirt and into your panties without hesitation. He was relentless, fucking you in the shadows while the camp remained blissfully unaware of the mess you were both making.

Your legs shook, your head spinning, and you couldn’t tell if it was the lust or the fear of being caught that made your heart race.

Either way, you were beyond saving now.

The fire crackled in the middle of the camp, the laughter of the group around it, but you couldn’t focus on any of it. You tried to laugh along with their jokes, smile, act like everything was fine—but it wasn’t. You could still feel Chan’s hands on you, his breath in your ear, the aftermath of the heat in the forest still clinging to your skin.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how everything had changed. About how his touch felt different now—more possessive, like you were something he couldn’t let go of.

“Hey,” Minho said, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between you and Chan. “You guys seem… close.”

You nearly choked on your drink.

“Oh, we’re just, uh, getting firewood,” you said, your voice slightly too high-pitched.

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Getting firewood, huh? That’s a lot of… wood you’re carrying, huh, Chan?” he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You almost wanted to die, but Chan just smirked back, completely unfazed. “Yeah, well, she makes it worth it,” he said, his hand sliding casually to your lower back, pulling you into his side.

Your heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t even trying to hide it now. The possessiveness, the way he looked at you—he made it clear to everyone that you were his.

Chan noticed your hesitation and leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “Let them talk, baby. I don’t care.” His breath sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m not letting you go.”

You clenched your thighs together, still feeling the way his presence consumed you.

As the night wore on, the teasing from the group didn’t stop. Jisung kept making suggestive comments about how “in sync” you and Chan seemed, while Hyunjin gave you knowing glances, clearly trying to figure out just how far this had gone.

The longer you stayed by the campfire, the more you realized that everyone knew.

And it was awkward.

The whole night was a blur of playful jabs and stolen glances. You and Chan exchanged quiet moments, brief touches here and there, but the group’s eyes were always on you—almost like they were waiting for something to happen. Something more.

Finally, when the group had started to settle down for the night, Chan pulled you aside. His hand was warm on your back as he guided you towards the tent, away from the group.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling you into the dimly lit space.

You stepped inside, the warmth of the tent contrasting with the cool night air. The fire outside seemed far away, and the quiet between you two felt almost… intimate.

You tried to ignore the feeling of tension that had grown since this morning—the way your body still reacted to him, how every time he was close, your heart raced.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence. “I guess the whole camp knows now, huh?”

Chan smiled, leaning against the side of the tent. “Yeah, I think they have a pretty good idea.”

“And what now?” you asked, your voice soft. “Are we… Are we just gonna keep sneaking around?”

He stepped closer, his eyes serious now. “I don’t care what they think, Y/n. But I do care about you. I don’t want this to be some secret thing. I want to know where we stand—where you stand.” He reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “What do you want, baby?”

You stared at him for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you.

“Chan,” you began, your voice trembling, “I want you. I want this. But I don’t know if I can handle all the eyes on us. The group—this… everything.”

He nodded, understanding in his gaze. “I get it. But we’re gonna figure it out. No matter what, you’re not going anywhere. And neither am I.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, and without thinking, you closed the space between you and kissed him.

This kiss was different than before. Slower. Softer. There was no rush, no desperation, just a feeling of possessive comfort, like he was claiming you in a different way now—not just physically, but emotionally.

You pulled away, looking at him with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. “But how are we gonna handle all of this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “One day at a time. Let’s just take it slow. I don’t need to rush, as long as I know you’re mine. And you’ll be the one who decides how fast this goes. Whatever you want, we’ll do it together.”

And in that moment, you realized—he wasn’t just obsessed with you. He was committed.

And that made everything feel a little less messy, even in the aftermath of the forest and the teasing group.

For once, you didn’t have to pretend you weren’t craving him, because now, you both knew where you stood.

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Authors note: Hey guys! I’m sorry that A bumpy ride 2 is coming months late, i had this sitting in my drafts but i didn’t know if anyone wanted it, until i started get requests for it. For the new readers, please make sure to read part one, its tagged on the intro. Thanks for reading!

I know a lot of requests are being sent daily but i need you to understand that i cannot write them all, except the ones i can relate to or work with, so if you dont get a fic, dont be mad 🫠 i love you!

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Lee Minho

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Bang Chan

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Hyunjin

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Minsung

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Fan art drawing of Felix from the Fan Fic Tangled on AO3

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Fan art of Bang Chan’s Railway