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It was a busy morning as Choi Beomgyu entered the subway train. He was headed for work like the rest of the people that were in there, except his morning routine was a bit different from the others.
He did his make up with detail this morning. Made sure to make his lips look pink and pouty, with a clear sheen on them that no man or woman could resist from kissing. His short, black hair which he had recently dyed, was adorned with the cutest of the hairclips.
His morning routine was simple. Get inside the train, fulfil his desire to be fucked brutally like the pervert he was, and then get off. It made him feel better at his job at the bank, as he could spend the rest of the boring day just thinking about how good the dicking was. The size didn't matter to him, but he was good at choosing people he would want to fuck.
Thank heavens he was pretty, it was easier for people to commit sins when he was near them.
He wore a little itty bitty white skirt, a simple band tee and a stretchy, knit sweater along with it, with holes in some places. A smile crept up his tinted lips as he found the train to be full today. Oh, it really was a beautiful day.
He found himself pushed around between middle aged men and women, until he finally found himself stuck against the glass and behind him was the hunk of a man. Well, not exactly, he had seen muscular men before, but this guy beat them all. Why? Simply because of his height.
He had round, black glasses perched on the bridge of his cute little nose, dimpled cheeks when he caught him smiling and a forehead so beautiful. Oh, his forehead. How badly did he want to sit on a handsome stranger's face?
On top of all that, he looked like an absolute pervert. Wearing a grey business suit that looked a little too big for him, along with a bright red tie. Stupid. So fucking stupid. It was a good thing that Beomgyu adored nerds though, and he just knew that this guy was one.
As the train jerked a little, Beomgyu's brain began to turn its gears too. He clutched his dior hand bag in his arms as his torso was pressed against the glass. He made the quick move to push his ass back too, pressing into the stranger’s crotch. From this angle, Beomgyu could see in the glass, the reflection of the tall stranger that loomed over him.
Delicious.
He would let this guy spread him open right then and there and force his way inside his pretty little cunt.
Except, unfortunately his plan didn't seem to be going in the direction that he wanted it to go. Everytime the train moved and the people inside it jerked too, Beomgyu made the show of grinding his ass against the man's crotch. He could feel his cock through his pants, that he did, but his hands never came.
He wanted, no, he needed him to drag his large hands over his waist and then slowly slip them down to his ass and squeeze. Perhaps even slide into his skirt and begin to feel around his fat pussy lips. Tease him. Just any touch would bring pathetic little perverted Beomgyu to edge.
Maybe the other was shy? He pouted. And he had not worn his panties today too… fuck. Was this man really not going to lay his hands over him?
He looked up at the reflection and saw the man's teeth. Oh, this fucker was grinning at him.
And then he decided that it was enough. The train was shaky today, and then finally, with last efforts, he reached back to palm his crotch. That should be doing something to him.
“Oh-I'm so sorry,” He whispered, tilting his head towards him.
He only got a nod in response and a small mumble, “It's okay,”
Then it was like a Christmas miracle happened despite it being summer. The lights of the train disappeared in a flash, and there was only darkness. Beomgyu panicked, about to move, and then there were warm hands on his waist.
“Don't move,” He whispered into Beomgyu's ears. “You’re such a slut, aren't you? You little fucking whore..”
Beomgyu felt like he had just entered heaven. He could feel his cunt getting damp at the same time. The man was so close to him, feeling him up and down, so close to his princess parts.
“Answer me,”
“Yes! yes oh my god..” Beomgyu whispered, leaning into the touch. He let his neck fall back onto the taller's shoulder, his hands still uselessly clutching at his bag.
An announcement played in the train, stating that the train would be down for a few
minutes and they were working on the issue.
“You're lucky I didn’t stick my dick into your loose pussy the moment I saw you,” He let out a sharp breath, and then Beomgyu felt the tip of his cock against his ass, “But then– you would've wanted that, wouldn't you?”
Beomgyu could do nothing but let his tongue roll out like a dumb, useless puppy. That's exactly what he was. He let out a high pitched whine as a hand sneaked between his thighs, prodding at his wet hole.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“G-give it to me.. give it..” There were already tears in his eyes. God, he wanted this so bad.
There was silence for a bit as his clit was rubbed against his will, even though he wanted it, and then the man spoke again.
“Call me Soobin.”
“I'm.. I'm Beom-ah!,” There was a finger pushed inside his pussy, “-gyu! God… you're so.. so mean.”
Soobin just laughed. He didn't say anything more and Beomgyu got to know soon enough as a cock slid between his thighs, nudged up against his wet, sopping cunt. He was so wet, he was probably letting his juices drip on the subway floor.
His cock was so fat, but also a good length. He loved the way it fit between his plush thighs and made a soft, squelching sound each time Soobin thrusted. They were such perverts, doing this in public.
“I don't want to cum in you just yet,” He said and removed his cock, probably tucking it back in before he replaced it. His hand was now at the front of Beomgyu’s skirt, pulling the soft material up to cup his soft, shaved mound. Soobin had really hit the jackpot with the way he found a cute boy with a cuter cunt.
His index finger rubbed his fat little clit, and Beomgyu tried his best not to let out sounds that would alert other passengers and possibly the security– for of course, they could go to the police station just for this.
But the thought only excited him more. What if there were hot police officers in uniforms that would bend him over their desks and rail him good? Yeah.
“Mm yeah, that's a good little bitch,” Soobin whispered into his ear and left little, wet smooches on his neck. They prayed that the light was forever gone and they could enjoy this moment of rush, excitement by themselves.
Unfortunately the light soon did come back but Soobin did not remove his hands. It was a good thing they were in the corner of the wagon, where Soobin could stare at Beomgyu in the window and Beomgyu could do it too.
“D'you wanna get off at this stop?”
“Yeah.”
They held hands as the train comes to a halt and they push through the crowd that eyes them with suspicion. No matter how hard they tried to be discreet, it was quite evident with how loud and sloppy Beomgyu’s pussy was.
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Dumb little Beomgyu, sat on the covered toilet seat with his legs spread out - showing off his flexibility as well as his dripping pinkish red, hairless pussy. He mewled, his sweater pulled up along with his t-shirt. His hair was a mess, cheeks red and spit coated his lips from sucking on Soobin’s big, fat cock.
His eyes were hazy as he stared at Soobin dumbly. He's dumbed down, reduced to nothing but a hole for Soobin to use. It was easy to get Beomgyu to this state of nothingness, of having thoughts only about sex. Sweet, precious sex.
They had already done two rounds of ‘love making’ as Soobin said. Each time Soobin muttered curses about how much of a filthy slut Beomgyu was, into his ears. And each time, Beomgyu diligently let Soobin cum into his fertile pussy because he was good only for that.
His sole purpose was to feel full and to be bred.
He was beginning to giggle each time Soobin slapped his cum coated pussy, using his fingers to keep the cum in. Yet, oddly, something about this exchange was intimate. Perhaps it was the way Beomgyu looked up to him with lust filled eyes, fluttering his eyelashes. Or maybe Soobin had fallen in love all over again.
Beomgyu whined, spreading his pussy folds with his fingers as he wanted more. But of course the poor baby couldn't use his words. He needed direction, needed actions to let Soobin know that he needed another round of sweet, warm cum inside him. Babies? He could think about babies later. But honestly he didn't mind having a kid that would end up looking as handsome as Soobin did.
He drooled as the other pushed in for the last and final round for the time being, and this time Soobin kissed his tear stained cheeks.
Beomgyu blushed deeply. Was feeling little butterflies during sex normal? He closed his eyes, keeping his hands on Soobin’s shoulder and wrapping his legs around his waist as he clenched his pussy around his cock, moaning out Soobin’s name each time he fucked into him.
Beomgyu finally came for the third time. He squirted as the other filled him up, for the third time and now he was creampied to the maximum level of satisfaction. He giggled as he thought about how filled up he was, and how many babies there were going to be in him.
They shared a kiss for the first time in their whole endeavor as Soobin did not pull out yet. Something about staying locked inside Beomgyu- soft and warm, made him feel safe. Like they belonged to each other. Like their bodies belonged to each other.
And as soon as Beomgyu gathered the sense to speak what he had been wanting to say, he stuttered, “ Soobin… Soobinnie…. I think you put your babies in meeee...” he stretched out the vowels and laughed.
His legs were still locked around the other’s waist. Now it was Soobin’s turn to become shy and he blushed as Beomgyu took his hand and rubbed his own swollen stomach, filled with cum.
“Look... i'm gonna be a mommy... for your babies...” he continued, star struck. He looked so high. Like he had taken an edible or something. Maybe Soobin’s cum was the drug here.
“Beomgyu-ah… Take my number just in case you get pregnant..”
“Hehe.. and if I.. if I don't?”
“I don't think I can let go of this pussy.”
Beomgyu giggled for what seemed like the hundredth time of the day as he lightly smacked Soobin's shoulder. “Can you make sure this cum doesn't leave?”
They both burst into laughter at that, Soobin eventually helping Beomgyu put back his ruined clothes. They ended up discovering that they worked at the same place, and that Beomgyu worked underneath him.