hongjoong teasing you during the train ride
tags: public play, fingering, reader has to be quiet!!, implied aftercare :P not proofread
i've hit a wall on the seonghwa's sister!reader fic so i decided to take a break from it for a bit :D
the train rocks softly beneath you, and it's late enough into the evening that the windows reflect the lights of the cabin. you'd picked the quiet car because you were tired, and you though hongjoong would actually relax for once.
but he hasn't. he's been staring at you for the last ten minutes, rule breaking definitely on his mind.
your thigh brushes his when the train sways, and that's all it takes for hongjoong's hand to drift over the seat divider, tracing slow circles on your knee. you shoot him a warning look, but he just smirks in return.
"don't pretend you didn't sit next to me on purpose," he whispers, voice low in the hollow of your neck. "you know what you do to me."
you inhale sharply, but before you can push his hand away, he's tugging lightly at the hem of your skirt, lifting it just enough to slip his fingers underneath.
heat floods your face. "joong- this is the quiet car."
"right," he murmurs, thumb brushing the inside of your thigh. "so stay quiet."
your breath stutters as his fingers move higher until he finds your panties, finding you warm from the way he's been looking at you.
"knew it," he hums. "you're already getting wet."
you grab his wrist, but his fingers keep stroking you through the fabric. the motion is barely noticeable to anyone else, but it feels like sparks are running up your spine.
"joong, someone could-!"
"no one's looking," he says, leaning in like he's kissing your shoulder, like nothing out of the ordinary is happening. his fingers slip under the fabric of your panties, finding you wet and ready for him. "fuck, baby.."
your hips twitch before you can stop yourself, pulling a smile to his lips. "you're gonna sit here and take it," he whispers, lips brushing your ear. "you wanted my attention, right?"
one finger slides into you slowly, causing your lips to part in a gasp you have to swallow back. you grip the edge of the seat until your knuckles tense, and hongjoong watches your reaction, amused.
"there you go," he coos, voice gentle while his finger moves in shallow thrusts. "just breathe. let me make you feel good."
you try to sit still, but he crooks his finger just right and your body jerks, thighs squeezing around his hand. the tiniest sound slips out of you, a broken whimper that causes hongjoong to tighten his grip on your thigh.
his lips brush your cheek. "shh.. you do that again and everyone will know exactly what i'm doing to you."
he adds a second finger, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth. he curls his fingers every time you tense, dragging pleasure through you until your eyes burn and your legs are trembling.
"you feel how tight you are?" he whispers. "squeezing around my fingers.. you want my cock instead?"
your hips grind into his hand before you can stop yourself, and hongjoong presses a thumb to your clit, shattering your composure.
your head falls forward, teeth digging into your lower lip to stay quiet. "cum for me," he murmurs. "right here. nice and quiet. be good for me."
you cum hard, your body locking up, trembling silently as the orgasm rushes through you. hongjoong keeps his fingers buried deep, milking everything out of you as he watches you fall apart without a single sound.
you finally slump back into the seat as hongjoong pulls his fingers out carefully, slipping them into his mouth to lick them clean.
he smiles sweetly at you. "don't worry," he whispers, leaning close enough for only you to hear. "we're not done. i'm fucking you the second we get off this train."
