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The world has changed over the past decade. With more explicit conversations about physical touch, with more education on what it means, the government here seems to think that the best way to deal with their problems is to simply let people fuck. It’s an interesting idea — a lot of crime is rooted in stress and pressure from society, what better way to release stress than to let people have sex whenever and wherever they want?
Public nudity? No problem. You want to fuck in the middle of a park during the day while people are out walking their dogs so you can stop being so angry and upset? Highly recommended.
Personally, Taehyung doesn’t understand the appeal. During his morning commutes, he’s gotten almost used to getting shoved around so other people can make space to fuck. He doesn’t really understand the appeal, thinks that sex should be done in private between two people in love, but he also can’t explain why he heats up under his collar whenever he hears the very explicit sounds of fucking echoing down the street.
His neighborhood used to be quiet; now, he walks down the street at eight am and his neighbor is getting railed by the landlord on his apartment floor. He sneaks past them with pink cheeks when the landlord shoots him a wink as he plunges his dick back into her. The streets are no better. The bus stop bench is often occupied with students riding each other before the bus comes around, ass slapping against thighs as Taehyung speeds past them.
The trains are much, much worse. Think of hundreds or thousands of stressed workers on their way to their shitty day jobs that they hate. The only highlight of their day is when some stranger bends them over the seats or lifts them up against the train doors.
Taehyung’s learned to not take a seat when he’s on the train, mainly due to hygiene concerns. This morning in particular, there’s a couple on his right — the man in a suit slipping his cock between the woman’s thighs. She’s trembling in pleasure as he fucks those thick thighs, cock sliding in easily and slickening up her skin. In front of him, the view isn’t any better. There’s a woman perched up on the bench on her hands and knees, the two men on opposite ends filling up both her holes. The blowjob is sloppy, drool dripping down her chin, and the loud smacking of the second man’s balls against her cunt rings clear across the train. There are other passengers sitting across from them with their phones up, memorializing the moment and saving content to save for future use. Guys have their dicks out, hand wrapped around lengths and moans spilling from their lips as they jack off to the sight. Women with hands between their legs underneath their skirts, pressing up their underwear against wet cunts.
Taehyung looks away. He increases the music playing through his headphones, hoping to drown out the very lewd sound of fucking. It’s why he doesn’t realize when someone has crept up behind him.
The first time the person brushes up against him, he thinks it’s a coincidence. The second time, he blames it on the crowded time. But there’s no such thing as a third time — not when the world is this way. He can feel another person pressing up against him, body rock hard judging by the sting in the back of his head when he knocks against them. Then he feels it — a hand on his waist.
Taehyung stiffens. He’s dressed conservatively enough today, a shirt and tie with dress pants. They’re nothing that should attract unwanted attention, he made sure of that. Yet now, he can’t help how he tenses under the person’s touch. The hand on him is big — a man’s.
You don’t see a lot of gays out in the public, so it’s surprising to have him do something so bold.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” the man whispers hot in his ear, breath sending shivers snaking down Taehyung’s spine.
When he tries to pull away, the man tugs him back even closer.
“What’s your name, baby?”
Taehyung swallows. Maybe if he doesn’t answer, the man will leave him alone. Even if public sex is legal, rape is still punishable by law.
Then he feels a sharp yank in his head, eliciting a yelp. The man has his fingers buried as he pulled his hair back, causing him to tilt back and look at him.
He’s handsome. He’s got soft features but the piercings that decorate the corner of his brow and lip give him an edge that has Taehyung’s stomach twisting deliciously. His dark hair is pulled up into a bun, a rugged touch to his look. Taehyung gulps again and the man follows the way his throat moves.
“Not gonna ask you again, sweetheart. Tell me.”
Taehyung bites his tongue. “T-Taehyung.”
The man hums, tugging Taehyung back until their bodies are pressed flushed together. He can feel it then, something digging into his ass. Fuck, is that his hard-on? It feels… big. And thick. Taehyung’s belly flips at the thought. He hasn’t gotten dicked down in a while, sex losing all meaning once it was made legal everywhere.
So to say that he has a lot of pent-up tension is an understatement. Not to mention, there’s a reason why he always dresses more neatly than others even with oversized clothes.
The man’s hand slides around him and moves between his legs. Taehyung catches it before he can land.
“Taehyung,” the man begins and the way his tongue curls around Taehyung’s name has him tightening. “Let me touch you, you know you want it.”
“I don’t,” he whispers almost unconvincingly.
He can practically feel the man smirk. “I can sense your fat cock getting hard, Taehyung. Is that what you’re into? You like watching people get railed against the windows, fucked stupid on the seats, and then you go home and jack yourself off. Maybe you wish that a little cum got on you, someone else’s filthy cum on your skin, and then you keep it on your hand the whole way home until you can use it to slick up your own dick. You’ll fuck your own hand—”
Taehyung shakes his head vigorously, heart tightening in his chest. It’s too much. This is a stranger, he shouldn’t have this much of an effect on him. Taehyung doesn’t like this, not this public display of intimacy. He doesn’t.
While he’s distracted, short breaths choking up in his chest, the man manages to slide his hand all the way down and cup him between his legs. Taehyung jerks away from him, finally shoving him. When Taehyung finally chances a glance up at the man, thinking that he would laugh, the man just smirks. It isn’t a look of humor, but rather one that burns with desire.
His stomach flips at the sight.
“Is that why you’re so shy?” The man inches towards him again, backing him up against the train doors. His stop isn’t for another few more minutes and he’s caged in by this guy like a prey. “It’s because you’ve got yourself a cute little pussy.”
Taehyung bites his cheek and tries to shove him again, but the man is a brick wall. The palms that land on his chest only flatten, having no impact. Instead, it only worsens the heat bubbling in Taehyung’s stomach. “Fuck off, asshole,” he says, but even he knows how weak he sounds. How unconvincing.
The man catches on too. “The name is Jeongguk.” Taehyung doesn’t want to know his name. It’s even worse. It humanizes this man when he should be a filthy perverted stranger, a man out of his nightmares that he can soon forget. Jeongguk is not a forgettable name anymore. “And I don’t think you want me to fuck off,” Jeongguk grins and his hand slips down again, grabbing his pussy and yanking a squeak out of him. “I think you want me to fuck you. Is that right, princess? Your tight little cunt must be desperate to be fucked at this point. Seeing all these people getting their own share of dick while poor little you has to hide. A man with a pussy. How cute.”
It’s absolutely mortifying and Taehyung feels flames lick up his skin. “I don’t,” he grits his teeth and spits out. “Fuck you.”
Jeongguk swiftly unbuttons his slacks and Taehyung doesn’t even know how he does it. Before he could grasp the situation, Jeongguk’s hand is sliding down his pants and cupping his pussy over the thin fabric of his underwear. “Mmm, cotton. Cute. Figured you’d be more of a sexy lingerie kind of guy, but I like that kind of innocence. Makes you feel like a virgin.” Jeongguk pauses then smiles mischievously again. “Are you? A virgin, that is.”
“None of your fucking business.”
A vile laugh slips past Jeongguk’s lips. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy. You’re getting horny watching people fuck in public, but you yourself are a virgin who’s never gotten your cunt stuffed with cock. I can solve all of your problems.”
“Rape is still a crime, you know,” Taehyung argues breathlessly when Jeongguk’s fingers begin digging between his folds through the fabric. He knows his panties are soaked at this point, knows that Jeongguk’s finger is working its magic on him. He hasn’t gotten off in a while and now certainly feels that pent up tension seeping through.
“It’s not rape if you like it, baby,” Jeongguk smiles. “Plus, who can tell the difference here?” He jerks his head to a man fucking a woman who’s holding on for dear life onto the pole. She’s sobbing and crying, begging him to stop, but nobody makes a move to help her. The man in front of her who has a clear view of her exposed breasts instead films the scene while his hand wraps around his cock. “Nobody will save you even if you try to tell them. Plus, I don’t think you’d want me to stop.”
Taehyung’s words die out in his throat when Jeongguk finally, mercilessly shoves his panties to the side and sticks a finger in. It’s almost a relief to feel himself being filled up. It’s not close to being enough, but it’s something. A moan spills from his lips and he knows he’s made his mistake then, eyes flying up to meet Jeongguk’s devilish ones staring straight back at him. “Please don’t, I can’t. I have to go to work, I can’t look like a mess. My stop is the next one.”
“Do you really think I’d care when I’d rather have you cockwarm me all day? I can support you, pretty thing. Quit your job, spend all your hours sitting on my dick. Whenever I want to fuck, I’d just have to thrust up and fill you with my cum. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Yes, the traitorous voice in his head says.
“I-I— please, not now.” Taehyung reluctantly grasps his wrist. When the train doors finally ding open, he quickly stumbles out and runs as fast as he can away from the man. He doesn’t care that his fly is open or even if people can see the pink panties he has on underneath. He just needs to get out of there. At least until he gets his self-control back.
It takes him 10 minutes to rush to the office and, by the time he gets there, sweat is dripping down his back and the last thing his manager pays attention to is the small stain on his slacks between his legs where his pussy has dripped. He can still feel his cunt tightening and loosening, seeking Jeongguk’s fingers. He chides himself for being so stupid. How could he have let himself lose control like that?
The office isn’t any more of a relief than the streets. He can hear whimpers bouncing off the walls in a nearby meeting room where he’s pretty sure he got a glimpse of some sort of threesome, two of his male coworkers spit roasting the floor’s secretary. One desk over, the accounting guy is riding the sales manager’s dick, his own poor cock out in the open, leaking pathetically.
“Tae,” a voice greets him, pulling him out of the hazy daze.
He looks up to find Jimin smirking at him as he’s tucking his clothes back into his pants. The meeting room door is open now, the trio gone. Jimin must’ve been one of them judging by the mussed up hair. “Hey, Jimin,” he greets shyly.
“You’re jumpy today, you okay?” Jimin laughs.
“Yeah, fine. Just — rough morning,” he simply explains. Better that than say a guy tried to rape me on the train and I think I liked it.
Jimin coos and ruffles his hair. Taehyung scowls and swats it away, he knows full well the man hasn’t washed his hands. “Grab a drink with me later. Come on, we can relax a bit.”
Taehyung agrees, which proves to be his second mistake of the day. The first being letting that moan slip out when Jeongguk was touching him.
After work, they end up in a small ramen shop just around the corner from the office. Jimin keeps pouring him soju and Taehyung keeps drinking them because, after the day he’s had, he definitely deserves it. The night goes on for a few hours, a drunk Jimin is a very encouraged one and he keeps eating and feeding Taehyung. By the time his coworker finally bids him goodnight and stumbles into his taxi, Taehyung is left alone by the bar nursing his last beer.
He thinks about his morning again, how nice Jeongguk’s fingers felt between his legs — did he say nice? No, he meant repulsive. He shakes his head and slaps himself awake. He needs to get a grip.
As if to make matters worse, even more so than the way his pussy is already squeezing with need, the chef is bringing around an order when he trips and spills a scalding bowl of soup all over Taehyung’s legs. He yelps and feels the liquid sear through the fabric, feels the burn already creeping up on his skin.
The owner apologizes profusely and Taehyung can’t even let his irritation show. He knows how genuinely sorry the guy is so he sighs and waves him away. “It’s fine,” he purses his lips.
“Please, let me at least get you a change of clothes. I — well, I don’t have any on me right now, but my daughter might have something.”
“Your daughter?!”
“You don’t want the hot soup to burn your skin so I suggest airing it out.” The man disappears out back for a moment before returning with a—
“A skirt? You want me to wear a skirt?”
At least the chef has the decency to look sheepish. “I apologize, I don’t really keep spare clothes here. You can change in the bathroom.”
“I’m not wearing a skirt,” he sputters.
Clothes have no gender, sure, but considering… what he has — he’s not about to risk people finding out. If they see him in a skirt and no dick between his legs, that’ll surely draw people’s attention.
“Please, Sir. I don’t want to be sued if you get a burn.”
Taehyung knows the man is genuinely sorry and he truly feels bad for him. “I won’t sue.”
“Just as a precaution,” the man insists again, nudging the fabric in his direction.
This is ridiculous. Perhaps it’s the alcohol calling the shots or the fact that the soup is really starting to hurt his leg, but he snatches the skirt and dashes straight for the bathroom. He pulls the fabric off him and cools the stinging down with a wet tissue, and then pulls the skirt up his legs.
Unbelievable.
It’s a perfect fit, but it’s also stupidly short. They end halfway up his thighs and he’ll admit that it does do better to soothe the burn with more aeration. Still, he looks bonkers. “I can’t go out like this,” he groans, shoving his pants into his bag.
Sure, he’s got nice, lean legs. But he’s a man, he’s going to get ridiculed for wearing a skirt.
When he finally sucks it up and steps out, the owner quickly jumps to his feet. The man looks him up and down and Taehyung sees a strange darkening in his eyes. “Oh, it fits.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’d just like to pay my bill and go.”
The man is silent for a second then he licks his lips. “On the house, for your trouble.”
Taehyung takes a deep breath. He really needs to get home.
“And if you need a place to stay, mine isn’t too far from here.”
That snaps him out of his thoughts. “Uh, no thank you.”
“Are you sure? It’s kind of chilly out and you in that skirt — pretty, but I don’t know if you’ll make it home.” That kind man who worried about him is gone. Now, he’s another pervert looking for a quick fuck.
He yanks a few bills out of his bag and dumps it on the table before rushing out. The last thing he needs is to encourage that behavior. The longer he stayed, the more he’d probably entice that man to make a move. Disgusting.
Unfortunately, the man was right. It was a little chilly out and he’s tucked his dress shirt into the skirt so people don’t think he’s out and about without pants. Which he is. But with a skirt. He ignores the curious look of passerby’s, some even cat calling him for his legs. His cheeks flush in embarrassment, yet he can’t help how his pussy tightens with the flattery. It’s always nice to be admired. After a few minutes of walking along the streets (and getting smacked in the ass by some random construction guy), he manages to make it to the subway station. He hopes and prays that no one is on this late at night, but he forgets that this city barely ever sleeps.
He only breathes a sigh of relief when he gets on the train and tucks himself into a corner. Certainly not standing in the middle where everyone’s eyes would be on him. He’s still got almost an hour to go before he gets to his stop, the night train running local rather than express. He tries to ignore the obvious sounds of sex going on in the train car. No matter what time it is, someone’s always fucking. It’s not surprising when it’s even worse at this hour, everyone finally drunk after a long day and looking for some sort of release. A couple bumps around next to him, naked bodies touching him until he winces away. The guy shoots him a lascivious smile before lifting the woman to another spot.
However, even from where he stands, he can still see how his cock slides in and out of her. Thick muscle pushing past those slick lips, pulling moan after moan from her throat.
“Pervert.”
He whips around because the voice is all too familiar. Too dangerous. It provokes a visceral reaction from him, one that he hasn’t dealt with in a long time. Not until this morning.
Jeongguk stands in front of him in the same clothes he wore earlier today. The man’s eyes dip to his legs where a skirt floats casually around it. It’s a schoolgirl skirt, pleated and short. His legs are exposed to the cold air and he can feel heat rising on his skin as Jeongguk’s eyes rake him from feet up.
“Baby, you’re just begging for it at this point.”
“There was an accident,” Taehyung tries to reason.
Jeongguk pins him up against the corner, Taehyung’s ass pressed against the cold glass between the seats and the space he stands in. If the passenger sitting there just looks down, he’s pretty sure they can see his ass clearly. Jeongguk has an arm above him pressed against the glass and another smoothing down his jaw then his neck. His tie is loosened and Jeongguk pulls it down further until it’s unknotted. Taehyung gulps.
“Please don’t,” he whispers, a futile attempt given the hunger in Jeongguk’s eyes.
“You’re in a skirt, right after I told you I wanted to rape you when I found you with a cunt. You need to stop lying to yourself, Taehyung.”
Taehyung sniffles, pressing his lips together as Jeongguk begins unbuttoning down his shirt, exposing the tanned skin.
“God, you’re so, so pretty. An angel just begging to be tainted. What are you so scared of? I’ll show you a good time, promise. Fuck that cunt full of my cum until you can’t walk. I want to see you squeeze your pussy so not a single drop leaks until you get home. I want you to fuck my cum back into your tight little hole when you’re in bed until it’s dripping onto your sheets.”
The image itself is more than enticing, it has Taehyung whimpering low in his throat. He can feel his pussy clenching as if asking for more, as if asking to be filled the same way Jeongguk’s just described it.
Jeongguk’s thumb brushes his nipple, causing him to jerk slightly. “Sensitive nipples too,” he hums, pleased. “You’re so cute.” Jeongguk dips his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, mouth hot around the sensitive skin. He tongues the nub, pressing and curling around it until Taehyung is writhing before him. Slow pants leave his mouth and he feels his own head hit the glass behind him with a thud. It feels so, so good after so long. Jeongguk’s an expert at this, mouth toying with one nipple and his free hand pinching and twisting the other one. “Cute little tits on you,” he says as he continues to lave at the skin. “But I can’t wait to taste this pussy of yours.”
The man sinks to his knees and Taehyung tries to clamp his legs closed but Jeongguk moves faster, an arm prying one leg away and over his shoulder. He lifts the skirts and ducks his head underneath. Taehyung can feel his hot breath on his cunt before he hears the distant sound of a rip.
“Fuck,” Taehyung curses.
“You shave?” Jeongguk looks up, quirking a curious brow.
Taehyung licks his lips, shaking his head. “N-no, I just — I don’t know why but I don’t have hair down there.”
An expletive leaves the man’s lips as he brings his face closer again to his cunt. His breath now directly hits his skin and Taehyung can practically sense his pussy leaking with desire, waiting, anticipating Jeongguk’s mouth on him.
The first press of a tongue against his clit sends him soaring to the clouds. Jeongguk doesn’t miss a beat and dips and dives the muscle into his pussy. He licks along the lips, expert fingers alternating their ministrations. He sticks two fingers in deep, lubricated enough from Taehyung’s juices to slide in all too easily. Taehyung’s head drops back against the barricade with a thud and his eyes find the man who had been fucking that other lady just across from him. Even as he fucks her, he’s looking straight at Taehyung who’s getting his pussy eaten out by a stranger. The thought of being watched while doing something so perverted has his heart squeezing with need and embarrassment at the same time.
Jeongguk doesn’t feel like a stranger, not with how good he is. It’s as if he’s memorized exactly how to make Taehyung feel every bit of intense pleasure he’s currently experiencing. His thick fingers pump easily in and out of him, while his lips continue to lick and suckle on the sensitive skin. The slurping is obscene, but it only proves to rile him up even more. His cunt tightens around Jeongguk’s fingers and tongue, squeezing and begging for more.
The man obliges and slips in another finger, three digits stuffed into his cunt. “Pretty pussy,” Jeongguk breathes against him, loud enough for him to hear. “You’ve got the sweetest juices, Taehyung. Like nectar. Best pussy I’ve ever tasted and I’ve had plenty. Might have to take you home with me.” He pulls away and continues to finger fuck Taehyung, grinning up at the man like a Cheshire Cat. “I’d want to milk you every morning, put your cum into my coffee to start my day. Don’t worry, I’ll return the favor and feed you my cock, have you drink my cum. Wouldn’t you like that?”
It’s a vile thought, he knows that. Still, he doesn’t seem to have any authority over his own reactions anymore. The lust has simply taken over, his libido through the roof after months of avoiding sex. Jeongguk is too good with his hands, his mouth. He’s a fucking god and Taehyung can’t imagine how many times he’s done this to others.
“Tell me,” Jeongguk abruptly halts his movements, which has Taehyung whining desperately. His fingers wrap around Jeongguk’s wrist underneath his skirt. “I won’t continue until you tell me.”
“Y-yes,” he stammers nervously, too caught up in his desperation to comprehend what in the world is happening. “I’d like that. So much.”
“Tell me what you’d like.”
Taehyung lets out another pained whimper. “Y-your cock in the morning, drinking your cum.”
Humming, Jeongguk looks too pleased with himself. He sets Taehyung back down to his feet and stands. Not before he slides Taehyung’s panties down his legs and tucks it into his back pocket. Before Taehyung can protest, Jeongguk crashes their lips together. Taehyung can taste himself on Jeongguk’s lips and his tongue, feel the slick all over his own mouth. Filthy, filthy. It derives some sick sort of satisfaction from him when he hears Jeongguk moan, knowing he’s had as much of an effect on him as the other has on Taehyung.
Taehyung can hear the subtle sound of an unbuckling belt and his eyes jerk open. Jeongguk growls as he finally shoves his pants and briefs low enough to pull out his cock. The moment Taehyung’s eyes fall on his length, he can’t help but gasp. It stands tall and proud, veins running along the length almost angrily. The tip is red and leaking, seeking a hole to fill with his cum.
He wants that.
He really does.
“Beg me first, princess,” Jeongguk grumbles, burying his dirty fingers in Taehyung’s hair as he pulls it back. He noses Taehyung’s neck, breathing in his scent. His teeth sink in on the delicate skin, which in turn elicits a cry from the man. “Come on, Taehyung, beg me.”
“Please,” Taehyung hiccups, “please. I want you.”
“Want me to what?”
“I just — I need you in me. Please.”
Jeongguk hums, stalling even further. Taehyung’s stomach twists unpleasantly. He feels so empty now that Jeongguk’s fingers are gone. Having seen his cock, Taehyung can already imagine how fucking incredible it would feel to have that stuck deep inside him. The idea of cockwarming him that Jeongguk planted in his mind that morning seems to have bloomed into something bigger, a hunger to please this man no matter what.
Chuckling, Jeongguk continues. “I want you to beg me to rape you. You said you didn’t want it this morning, but now I want you to beg me for it.”
The mortification is quick to rise on his cheeks. That’s his dignity and pride he’s putting on the line. For sex? Can he really do that to himself?
“Losing my patience, doll,” Jeongguk urges.
Taehyung licks his lips. Just this once, he’ll compromise his morals. With a heavy heart, he opens his mouth. “Please rape me.”
“What’s that? I don’t think I heard you.”
“Rape me, Jeongguk, please. I want you to fuck me, want that fat cock inside my tight, needy cunt.”
Jeongguk lets out a long groan at that, hand falling to grasp his length. He pumps it a few times and Taehyung swears he sees it get even bigger. “That’s what I love to hear, doll.” He slides Taehyung lower against the wall and eases himself into the man’s small pussy. “Christ,” he grits his teeth, “you’re so goddamn tight. I knew you were going to be squeezing my fucking cock, but I didn’t think you’d feel this tight.”
“Y-you’re so big,” Taehyung gasps, the breath knocked out of his lungs as Jeongguk tries to squeeze his length into him. There’s a slight burn as his pussy is stretched for the first time in a long time. He didn’t think it would be possible. It’s not as if he’s never taken on dildos Jeongguk’s size, but somehow it’s different. It feels better. There’s a burn as Jeongguk finally sinks himself all the way in, balls pressed up against his cunt.
The man breathes a sigh against Taehyung’s neck, letting him adjust as he pulls out and slides back in slowly. He’s huffing and puffing against his neck and Taehyung feels like he’s been hunted by a predator. A big bad wolf. “Shit, so tight, baby. Cunt’s got a vice grip around my dick. You haven’t been fucked in a while, have you? Can’t believe how this cute little cunt could squeeze me so tight. I can feel you pulsing around me, god.”
“Can’t help it,” Taehyung swallows. “I haven’t had sex in a while. Never wanted to. Until now.”
“Yeah?” Jeongguk smirks. That comment seems to have fueled his ego. “Never wanted to until I threatened to rape you? You’re a kinky bitch, Taehyung. I’m not complaining.”
Taehyung’s cunt pulses again at that word. He never thought something so filthy, so unlawful, could turn him on. The idea of being taken against his will, being pinned up against a subway wall in public where everyone can see him and being taken, has his belly churning with need. His skin feels as if it’s on fire as Jeongguk lifts him up, wrapping his legs around him. This position seems to sink his cock even deeper inside of him, Taehyung can feel the man press up against his womb.
He doesn’t know if he could get pregnant, he’s always used condoms. Now — this thrill of not knowing, the possibility of getting bred by a random stranger who wants to rape him is enough to send him flying.
“Rape me please, want you to fuck me harder,” Taehyung moans.
Jeongguk doesn’t miss a single beat and he’s soon fucking into Taehyung. His skirt lifts and falls with the thrusts, brushing up against his thighs. His ass feels cool against the glass as Jeongguk continues to fuck up into him. His cock feels as if it’s expanding inside of him, as if it was fattening up with every pump. Filthy words continue to spill from Jeongguk’s lips. Filthy slut, tight cunt, little rapehole. Taehyung doesn’t bother hiding his cries and whimpers anymore. The man from earlier has finished, but he’s still leaning up against the opposite barricade and lazily jerking himself off to the sight of Taehyung getting fucked into oblivion.
His vision is getting hazy as his mind loses itself in the pleasure that consumes him. Jeongguk continues pounding into him like this, thrusting his hips up so he can fill Taehyung over and over again. When Taehyung looks around him, many have paused to watch him. Some are raising their phones to film him taking a dick up his cunt. He’s never been so embarrassed and turned on in his entire life. This video could be everywhere. He’d be known as the guy with the pussy who got fucked by a random stranger on the train in the middle of the night. The guy who wore a skirt and was basically “asking for it.”
“God, you’ve got the prettiest cunt, Taehyung. I bet you’d like it if everyone here filled your holes, huh? Bet another guy could stick his dick up your ass. You’d be able to feel two cocks moving around inside your stomach. By the time we’re done with you, you’ll be dripping out of both holes — and, when that happens, what are you going to say?”
Taehyung chokes up as Jeongguk fucks up particularly deep into him. “T-thank you.”
“Thank you for what.”
“Thank you for raping me.”
Jeongguk grins, pupils blowing up with greed. His eyes are dark with need, his tied hair loosening with his movements. Taehyung can feel his biceps flex where his fingers lie. The man is built and he’s built good. “That’s right, sweetheart. You’d thank us. You’ll get addicted to this, to fucking strangers. I’ve seen you stick your nose up like you’re better than the rest of us, but this just proves that you’re not. You’re as much of a slut who just needs to be filled stupid.”
“I-I am,” he rasps, nodding desperately. “Jeongguk, please, I’m so close.”
“Yeah? Are you sweetheart? You want me to cum inside you? I’ll fill up your cunt with my warm cum and stuff your panties in to keep you plugged up. I want to make sure all my cum stays inside you until you get home.”
Taehyung can only bob his head numbly. He can’t think anymore, his entire mind a jumbled mess. The only thing that’s keeping him grounded is Jeongguk’s cock buried deep inside him, the friction delicious on his skin.
“You live with roommates?”
The question feels out of place given what they’re doing, however Taehyung still shakes his head.
“Interesting,” Jeongguk hums. He looks as if he’s barely exerting any effort as he lifts and fucks him. He has a slight sheen of sweat on his skin, yet it only makes him glisten underneath the shitty fluorescent lights. “If you did, I was going to make you show off your cute little pussy dripping with cum to them. Maybe they’d fuck you too, you know. Since you don’t, that just tempts me to pay you a visit one of these days.”
Taehyung’s heart lurches against his ribs, he stares at the man wide-eyed. “What do you mean?”
“I know which stop you get on, which stop you get off,” Jeongguk simply says. “I could break into your apartment in the middle of the night, shove your face into the mattress and fuck you stupid. You can only cry into your sheets and nobody will hear you.”
His stomach fires up again at the thought, his cunt clenching around Jeongguk.
“And when I’m done and you have cum spilling onto your sheets, you’ll thank me and invite me to come back, won’t you?”
The idea is very tempting, Jeongguk is right. It’s enough to have him crying out when Jeongguk picks up his pace, taking advantage of his being caught off guard to really plunge his cock into him. He can feel every ridge, every slide of his dick into his pussy. It feels too good, his skin too warm despite the winter chill.
“P-please, I want to cum. Jeongguk, please,” he pleads desperately, his voice hoarse. They sound more like a garbled mess of words at this point, his comprehension out the window along with his sanity. His heart is caught in his throat as Jeongguk fucks harder and faster into him.
“Cum, doll. Cum around my cock,” Jeongguk says.
Taehyung lets himself go, lets himself free fall into this blinding pool of pleasure. He pulses and squeezes around Jeongguk at the same time he feels warmth spilling into his pussy. His heart is tight, but his cunt is even tighter. He’s pushing in around him, making sure that he’s milking Jeongguk for every last drop of his cum. He doesn’t want to waste a single one. Jeongguk’s fingers, which were on his ass to hold him up, dig deeper into the flesh as he feels the last spurts of come fill Taehyung. Expletives leave the man’s lips as he fucks up one last time into Taehyung, making sure that all his cum his stuffed deep into his pussy.
When Jeongguk pulls out, he’s quick to pull the flimsy fabric from his back pocket and bundle it up to push it into Taehyung’s pussy. The action, the fullness, has him groaning again. Licking his lips, Jeongguk beams too proudly. “Keep that in for me, kitten. It’s been a goddamn pleasure to experience your cunt.”
Taehyung hesitates for a moment before he finds his voice. “W-will you — I mean, will I see you around again?” His cheeks flush a deep scarlet, knowing the implication of his words. Just hours ago, he was criticizing the world around him for being so filthy and obscene. Here he is now, pussy filled with a stranger’s cum and him practically pleading for more.
“Did you want to?” Jeongguk asks with that devious sparkle in his eye. He backs Taehyung up against the wall again. Taehyung’s cunt clenches and he can feel a drop of cum slipping past and rolling down his leg.
He licks his lips and shrugs. “Maybe.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning same time? Make sure your cunt’s all warm before you go to work?”
Taehyung swallows the moan that threatens to leak. “Sure.”
“Then you can show off that pretty pussy of yours to your coworkers, Taehyung. Maybe they can all have a go with you too.”
The thought isn’t unwelcome. Still, he swallows and nods.
“See you soon then.”
“See you soon.”