[18+] pairing: euijoo x gender neutral reader (no reader pronouns or anatomy descriptions) / word count: 379 words / warnings: exhibitionism, consensual dubcon (kinda), chikan-esque elements i suppose
notes: first kinktober post (lol), 400th post on my blog, and a wonderful (late) celebration for inkigayo mc juju's debut !! we love to see it
9am, rush hour. the air feels sticky and heavy in the subway car, with countless people breathing both metaphorically, and physically down your neck. euijoo stands pressed against the door, with his back towards you, exactly as you instructed him to do prior to stepping into the terminal. you scan your peripheral, it seems everyone else on the train is absorbed in their own world; staring at their phones, reading, you even manage to witness the occasional businessman catching a few minutes of extra sleep. nobody is aware enough to catch you slipping your hand under euijoo’s shirt, to watch as you drag your fingers down his spine. fingertips ghosting over the skin of his waist, to the front of his abdomen. you feel his muscles tense as your hand slides down his lower stomach, dipping your fingers into the waistband of his pants. his breathing is slow and intentional, pausing when he feels your hand plunge lower. he’s already hard, dick tenting in his light brown khakis. he grabs the metal bar next to the door as your hand wraps around his dick, grips almost mirroring each other's. wet and sticky on your hand; you focus most of your attention on his sensitive tip, grinding it against the palm of your hand. his whole body trembles and his breath comes out as a wet hiccup when you pull his cock over the top of his waistband. you begin pumping him earnestly now, you have approximately 2 minutes before the train pulls into the next station, you need him to cum now. you squeeze the head and flick your wrist at just the right angle and you immediately feel his cock pulsate in your hand, the inside of his shirt catching the majority of his cum. you watch the rest dribble down to the floor, tucking him back into his pants before wiping your dirty hand on his stomach. you pull your hand out of his shirt at just the right time, feeling the slight sway of the subway arriving at your stop. the doors open, and euijoo reaches backwards for your hand, leading you out. feet dragging slightly to smear his mess into the floor, you make a mental note to clean the bottoms of your shoes later.
