Jimin remembers when he first saw the stranger three months ago. He doesn’t
The man came from the same stop as Jimin, an area of Seoul that held the city’s biggest university, but also various
His stop, however, was two before Jimin’s — the upper east side, holding all of Seoul’s expensive penthouses.
Jimin, rather, got off at a
Typically, Jimin wouldn’t be interested to notice the differences between himself and a stranger. But this stranger is constant, always
Some days, Jimin is able to get a seat on the train
Jimin knows better than to ever stare for too long. He minds his own business, head down, music turned up. He doesn’t look up when the person next to
It kind of makes it look like they’re one — together.
And, the one time that they did interact, was when Jimin was sick in the winter, all
At the time, there wasn’t a seat for the first half of the ride, and he tried to hold in his sniffles, was honest to god miserable, but it was hard to mask how poorly he felt, struggling to
He shouldn’t have been at school in the first place, had to get home and rest.
However, when a seat did open, Jimin didn’t notice right away, far too distracted.
Suddenly, he felt the presence of someone’s hand on the small of his back, pushing him forward firmly.
There’s no doubt in Jimin’s mind that he’s the one who’d touched him like that, purposefully guided him to the nearest open seat.
But, still, Jimin tried to get him to look his way for once, half out of it due to his cold, and half intrigued by the lingering feeling of someone
Now, a few months later, and Jimin’s at full health in the middle of a rainy night in May. Due to a spout of thunder and lightning, the trains have been delayed, and Jimin squirms a little impatiently alongside far too many passengers like himself in
Out of nowhere, however, the man in the mask appears beside him, perhaps a little too closely, but it’s like he’s noticed his own tardiness and has made sure to assert himself in his usual position — beside Jimin.
Jimin likes to delude himself — that
The train arrives at the station with a loud halt and everyone around Jimin goes into panic mode, hurrying to enter the train in hopes of catching a spare seat or something to hold
Jimin adjusts his backpack on his shoulders, swallows, and takes a step
And, like clockwork, Jimin is unsurprised to find the masked man has also made his way toward
Jimin’s feet have him planted between the stranger and the pole.
This is fine, Jimin thinks, because a seat will certainly open up soon. He takes out his phone and sets his headphones around his
The train goes back and then foward and Jimin, despite having something to hold onto, loses
Jimin doesn’t think that he
The touch, however, is removed, once Jimin’s still again.
Jimin swallows and moves in toward the metal pole until he physically has nowhere else to go.
At the next stop, more
Jimin doesn’t realize that he’s pressed up against someone until he moves back a centimeter and finds that his prominent bum has nowhere to go.
Jimin thinks that his apology must be drowned out by the noise of those surrounding
And Jimin knows that his breath hitches, because while he’s never heard this man talk before, his
Jimin has to choke down a whimper, feeling the metal pole pressed uncomfortably in
“That’s better,” the man speaks again, and every time, it feels faint to Jimin, unfamiliar, something that isn’t real. “What’s
Jimin knows better than to engage with strange men touching him like this. He knows better, but he feels oddly comfortable with this one man, as he’s seen him every day for the past ninety days, and, often times, when he leaves the train, Jimin nearly feels inclined
So, Jimin clears his throat and replies, softly, still trying to turn around, though it’s futile, “Jimin.”
“Jimin,” he hums, like he’s tasting the name on his tongue, “I’m Yoongi. You can call me hyung.”
“Hyung,” Jimin tries, and
As Jimin speaks, the train jolts, and Yoongi uses it as an excuse to push his weight further against Jimin, move in a small grind of his crotch against Jimin’s bum
“What? I’m not doing anything.” Yoongi sounds genuinely confused.
Jimin — Jimin just gapes in disbelief, confused because, how can this man not realize what he’s doing to Jimin’s body, controlling it and pushing him forward.
Quickly, however Jimin
Easily, the man’s hand claims the
Suddenly, Jimin is able to distinctly feel something hard pressing into his ass.
Jimin swallows and looks around. They’re between stops, the lighting is dim, and everyone around them is minding their own business - staring out the dull
No one sees how Jimin’s body is suddenly being manipulated.
“You’re a cute little thing.” Yoongi’s mask is still brushing his ear, Yoongi’s talking ever so discretely so that only Jimin can hear. “These
Jimin initially squirms, feeling a hand that doesn’t belong to himself linger in between his legs, replacing where the pole once was, and finding the hardening flesh of his prick. He gasps, and then moans, unintentionally, bucking back
“N-No,” he starts, and then, “I mean, s’okay, you can, that’s okay.”
The feeling of someone
And Jimin knows, to make it all worse, how dirty it is to let a man he doesn’t know touch him like this. To not push Yoongi away when he presses his hand in the middle of Jimin’s legs, forcing them to part firmly, and then pets his thumb over Jimin’s cock
It’s simple: Jimin rests his head against the pole in front of him, and to anyone else it just looks like he’s tired. No one can see that there’s a hand in between his legs, teasing him slowly, as it’s blocked from sight by the edge of a passenger seat and
“That’s a good boy.” Yoongi breathes, feeling Jimin relax, though he is everything but.
Jimin can’t help it, letting out the quietest moan.
Despite the situation, in all fairness, Jimin has thought dirty things about the stranger — Yoongi — once or twice
But this stranger doesn’t shy away from Jimin, who can’t help but blush at the praise and lean further into Yoongi’s touch as a way of
Jimin can’t be too sure if Yoongi’s hesitance to take things further is due to their setting — a hot train crowded with other bodies — or because he doesn’t want to take things further, but, regardless of intentions, Yoongi doesn’t make an effort to dip his hand into
It’s all rubbing, something that builds Jimin’s need over time until he’s desperate and leaking precome. Until his prick is just a hardened thing pressing against his jeans and staying still for Yoongi’s complete and utter manipulation.
Jimin nods, pathetically, against the pole.
“No, I want you to tell me with your words.” Yoongi’s voice is hard, though it’s been consistently like this. There’s no ounce of friendliness to it,
Jimin lets out the softest whine, a shakey breath that goes unnoticed, and manages to reply, “Please, hyung, your hand’s so nice.”
With that, Yoongi gives Jimin’s prick a squeeze, enough to push
Suddenly, Jimin hears a soft laugh in his ear, something taunting, and it makes his insides churn in
“You haven’t had anything yet, sweetheart.”
Jimin swallows and raises his head. He can see that Yoongi’s stop is soon and wonders if he’ll stay longer.
Yoongi seems to be thinking the same thing. He goes back to petting
He’s so slow, his fingers ever so light, and Jimin tries to buck forward, to get more, but Yoongi’s good at this — controlled.
“Or do you want more than what I’m giving
It’s a no brainer. Jimin’s so close to coming, but the feeling is premature. He needs more.
“More,” Jimin responds, realizing that Yoongi has another idea.
He wants to hear it.
“I want you to open yourself up before you get on the train, then, okay?”
“You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”
Yoongi speeds up his hand, squeezing Jimin and kissing his neck through the face mask. Jimin wiggles, if only to get a sense of
He thinks that Yoongi is going to let him come, when he lets his forehead fall against the pole once again and breathes, “Yes, hyung.”
“Yes, hyung, what?” Yoongi, suddenly, undoes the zipper of the front of Jimin’s jeans. He doesn’t touch Jimin’s
“I’ll open myself up for you.”
“Good.” Yoongi gives Jimin another kiss, quick and like he’s
“Please?” Jimin’s voice cracks, and he can’t believe that he’s pleading a total stranger for something like this, but, at this rate, he knows that he’d do and agree to anything.
When Jimin comes, it’s because
Jimin moans, and Yoongi has to hush him, whispering, “That’s it, baby, be quiet for me, though. Shhh,” and, if anything, it just makes Jimin’s release that much
Except, as quick as it happens, it leaves him, because Yoongi is fixing Jimin’s pants back up his waist, both of them ignoring the giant come stain leaking through Jimin’s boxers, and then ushering him toward a seat.
The train is clearing out. Jimin faintly hears
Though, Jimin’s exhausted, all saggy bones and rosey red cheeks. His head hangs a little, completely unfocused and wrecked, and suddenly Yoongi grabs his chin and lifts his head off of his neck.
Jimin is looking directly into Yoongi’s
“You’ll remember our deal, won’t you?” Yoongi asks, quickly because the doors are opening.
He doesn’t know how he could forget.
It was convenient, though. It felt good, and Yoongi’s always been this looming, attractive figure on all of his train rides home.
Eventually, as Jimin peels off his clothes and throws his underwear in the wash, Jimin realizes that he can’t tell Taehyung.
This is different. This is darker.
So, Jimin sulks on his bed and thinks about what he’s going to do. Though he only has an hour or so of hindsight, he knows that what he’s done is dangerous and unsafe, and playing
Jimin considers, maybe, negotiating with himself: he can do what he wants, act impulsively for the sake of sex, but he should really search this guy up on Facebook first, verify that he’s not a total creep, see what he looks
Except, something dawns on Jimin rather quickly.
The appeal is that he doesn’t know this man. He could be anyone.
Jimin doesn’t know why this gets him hard again, he normally doesn’t get off twice within a three hour time span, but when he
Though, Jimin doesn’t notice him until
“Did you do your homework, Jimin?” Yoongi’s voice is even, and when Jimin turns his head, he’s wearing a face mask and trench coat once again.
Jimin sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and releases it,
“Yeah,” Jimin feels his voice crack embarrassingly, “I did it, hyung.”
“Good boy,” Jimin can’t see, but he’s pretty sure that Yoongi’s smirking.
They stand in
“Hyung,” Jimin complains weakly, because a part of him likes it.
It’s fine, though, as none of this lasts long, anyway. Soon enough, the train comes down the tracks and Jimin lets out a breath of relief when Yoongi’s no one longer gripping him so tightly,
Yoongi leans down to Jimin, who’s a few centimeters shorter, and whispers, “Make sure to get us a seat, baby.”
Jimin swallows and nods his head obediently. It’s not much different now, the way that Yoongi
The only difference is that once Jimin’s claimed a seat, a little confused as to where Yoongi’s going to sit, Yoongi stands in front of him and gestures for him to get up.
Jimin tilts his head but obeys, watching as Yoongi steals
Admittedly, the way that Yoongi manhandles him and how hard Yoongi feels beneath him gets Jimin harder than he was when he first arrived at the station. He sets his backpack by his feet and leans
“Jimin, sweetheart, put your backpack on your lap.”
Jimin hesitates confusedly, but consents, holding the fabric to his chest. This way, at least, no one would ever be able to see how hard he is.
This way, Yoongi is
Jimin opens his legs a little wider, and he feels dirty, exposing himself like this. Yoongi’s legs are in between
Embarrassingly, Jimin is prematurely all too eager.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Yoongi begins, and Jimin takes a deep breath, feeling Yoongi’s large hand press against his much smaller
Jimin feels…he feels like he stops breathing for a moment. Everything becomes very real.
“Hyung,” Jimin says softly and reflexively wraps his hand
Despite Jimin’s doubts, Yoongi stays confident.
“No one will,” he tells him, like maybe he’s done this before, “not if you do what I say.”
Jimin wants to — Jimin wants to listen to Yoongi /so bad/ that he
And, when Jimin lowers his hips back down so that his bum is in Yoongi’s lap, he can feel Yoongi’s bare cock fall between his lubed cheeks.
Jimin’s cock twitches and he feels his stomach pool with need.
Suddenly, Yoongi speaks at a normal volume, and the person beside them can definitely hear. He puts his hands on Jimin’s waist, pinning his trench coat to him to
Yoongi bottoms out without a moment’s notice.
Jimin feels like the wind has been knocked out of him, feels his own cock strain against his boxers and poke through the hole where his zipper’s undone at the front of his jeans. He grips his backpack to his chest and
“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin starts, but his voice is so pitifully weak with his need, “what — I need more. What’re you gonna do?” He wants to
He can’t believe that no one’s detected anything, that he’s being impaled like this in public without anyone seeing.
“No, Jimin,” Yoongi’s quick to correct him, “it’s what you’re gonna do.”
And Jimin doesn’t
“Discretely, I want you to hump your backpack. And every time there’s a bump or the train’s unsteady and the people standing struggle
On Friday, Jimin’s interaction with Yoongi was all Yoongi. It was his body being manipulated and toyed with, no effort made on Jimin’s part.
And, now, it’s all
Jimin can see how this is the perfect position for Yoongi. Jimin’s doing all of the work, is able to give his cock friction, whilst subtly fucking himself on Yoongi’s cock. And, staying
Jimin, of course, bounces more than necessary, and Yoongi holds onto him tighter, moans in his ear, and Jimin would do anything
“You like this?” Yoongi asks. “Tell me how you like this.”
“S’just,” Jimin tries to explain, but he’s distracted, “you’re, um, you’re really big.”
Yoongi hums, as if Jimin’s more coherent than he actually is. “If I told you to get off my cock, would
“I don’t—“ Jimin begins, “I don’t want to.”
There’s a silent pause. Yoongi doesn’t say anything.
“Did you, you want me to?”
Jimin’s suddenly confused. He thought that they were just dirty talking, but he’s a little panicked by this suggestion, because he needs Yoongi
“Try it,” Yoongi offers, “get off.”
He doesn’t sound too serious, like he’s upset with Jimin or anything, but genuine enough that Jimin begins to lift his hips and quickly realizes—
“Hyung,” he whines, “‘m stuck. I have to— I can’t get off
There’s no way for Jimin to subtly slide up and push his pants back on. He’d really have to show his bum to the whole train, and he can’t risk something like that.
“Oh,” Yoongi sounds surprised, though it’s all mockery, “you’re
“Yeah, I— what do I do?” Jimin’s weak and a little panicked, forcing himself to keep his voice down. He’s reliant on Yoongi, completely.
Jimin can’t help that Yoongi’s too big, that Yoongi’s /hard/.
“Guess I’ll just have to come first then, hm?”
And Jimin lets out the softest moan, something that has Yoongi moving his arm around
“You really are a good boy, aren’t you, baby?”
Jimin whines in response.
“You’d do anything I said, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jimin admits, much to his own shame, “I will.”
“That’s okay,” Yoongi presses Jimin so that his back is flush to his chest in
Jimins breath juts and he shakes his head.
“Not if you put it underneath your shirt. I want you to come all over your chest.”
Jimin — of course he’d thought about coming on the train like he had Friday, but the reminder of if gets him just a little closer. The thought of coming
“Okay.” Jimin concedes. He has to shuffle a bit, undo the button of his jeans, and then quickly block his cock with his sweater.
“You keep humping the backpack, even if your cock
Jimin thinks that it’s much better like this, having Yoongi touch him through his sweater, when all he has to do is worry about riding him.
And Yoongi’s hand touching Jimin is nothing but relief. He knows how to hold Jimin, wrackes his fingers around him through the fabric, and when Jimin chances a look down at his lab, he can see how much bigger Yoongi’s hand is than the size of his prick.
“You’re so cute
Jimin agrees. Anything other than this position is too much, but still. He wants it.
When the train stops to let another group of
“No,” Jimin’s quick to defend, “I mean, um,” he stutters, “sometimes.”
“Oh, really?” Yoongi asks, perhaps intrigued or perhaps just plain mocking, “You’d let her fuck you then?”
Jimin swallows at Yoongi’s boldness.
Jimin flicks his gaze to the woman again, only to quickly avert them in fear of being caught.
Because she stares back, stands confidently, wearing a blouse with the first few buttons undone. She stares right at Yoongi
Jimin suddenly stops moving his hips, letting Yoongi’s cock sink all the way into him, and he feels full, is reminded of how consistently big Yoongi is, but then distracted by Yoongi’s hand stopping on his cock.
Jimin’s heart races, thinking that he’s been caught.
Yoongi begins to touch Jimin again, squeezing his waist with one hand and resuming
He should’ve expected something like this from Yoongi — the physical stimulation, but also the psychological humiliation. He likes both, he decides, one just as much as the other.
Yoongi kisses the back of Jimin’s neck and whispers, “Be a good boy and hump your backpack again so that I can come,” and Jimin doesn’t know any better at this point than to obey him. He feels the slickness of Yoongi’s cock, filling him whole and
It’s easy to tell when Yoongi is near coming, too, because his words are dirtier, his hold on Jimin tighter, like he’s just some doll positioned
Despite the excitement of being on a train, Jimin realizes quickly that he’s always particularly
“Calm down, baby,” Yoongi tuts, “don’t make it too obvious that you’re about to come, or I won’t let you.”
The idea, Jimin thinks, of Yoongi coming inside of him right now, but not letting Jimin come himself, of
For him then to feel his come stain his very own chest underneath his sweater.
And Jimin tenses, around Yoongi and on top of his lap, bucking his hips with another bump on the train that has Yoongi resting his head against Jimin’s shoulder
To anyone else, it looks like he’s adjusting Jimin’s position on his lap, but. Jimin knows better, feels the stretch and the fullness, and feels weak from Yoongi using him like this.
Yoongi, who comes with a muttered, “Fuck, Jimin, you’re
Jimin’s embarrassed by the time that he comes down from it all, when Yoongi’s silent for a couple of moments, recovering from his own orgasm, leaving Jimin to his own thoughts, reflecting on
Jimin realizes that he has to get off of Yoongi, whose stop is coming up. He can’t just sit like this, with Yoongi’s cock softening and his bum already stretched more than it’s used to.
“We have to be careful,” Yoongi tells him, likely thinking the
Now, unlike before, there is no one in the seat next to them, so Jimin thinks that at least he has somewhere to go when
“I want you to lift your hips and pull up your pants, count to five, and then sit beside me, okay?”
Jimin, a little tiredly, hums, “Yes, hyung.”
Which, Jimin does, feeling Yoongi slip out of him as he hovers over his lap, lifting his bum. However,
And, suddenly, Jimin feels a wedgey forming as Yoongi rubs the wetness covering his cock all over Jimin’s underwear.
But Jimin can’t do anything about it, waiting
It’s not until Jimin’s sat down on his own seat that he realizes…uncomfortably,
“Hyung,” Jimin whispers, turning to look at Yoongi, whose side profile is exposed to him now.
Yoongi pulls down his face mask and Jimin swallows, a little taken aback, because he has soft pink lips, a wet tongue that he
Jimin feels like he’s with a whole different person, a
Embarrassedly, Jimin looks down at his shoes and whines quietly, “Hyung, your come is leaking out of my bum. I’m — I’m covered in it.” Because he can feel his own sticking his
“That’s okay,” Yoongi tells Jimin, faux innocently, and places his hand on Jimin’s thigh
Jimin just… Jimin doesn’t know what to do with that information, at the suggestion of, maybe, this happening again. He blushes, his cheeks red from just coming and from Yoongi’s implications.
“Maybe,” Yoongi begins, “I’ll play with you sometime again in the near future.” He offers this with a deviant look in his eye, knowing the exact message that Yoongi is
He wants to fuck Jimin like this again.
Jimin wants it, too.
That’s why he stutters, “O-Okay, hyung,” and nods his head, stunned. Because he does want it, again and again.
Laughing, Yoongi commends Jimin, “Good boy.”
And, a few minutes after Yoongi leaves,