she's dreaming (꿈)

Junmyeon had never received an electric shock in his whole life, but he imagined it would feel something like this. The brief brush of your knuckles against his as you boarded the train, the gentle wisps of your hair that tickled his face. It felt amazing, and terrifying, and he couldn’t believe the reaction he was having to such minimal contact. He looked behind him at where you’d come to stand and bit his lip. He wanted so much more.

Your hair fit you nicely and as did your eyes, sparkling like polished glass where they peered out at the world, glimmering. You looked like you were wearing school uniform, a cute bow on your collar with a blue colour that was reflecting onto the underside of your chin. Junmyeon took a step towards you. He stopped immediately.

What was he doing? Approaching some schoolgirl on a train because she accidentally touched him? Averting his gaze from you Junmyeon caught his breath again, only to instantly be pulled back by the sheer knowledge that a girl like you – so beautiful, so innocent, was stood right there. He pondered his situation. Sure you were wearing a school uniform, but it was probably high school right? He was only of college age himself, it wasn’t like he was old enough to be your father… didn’t high school girls all want college boyfriends? Or is that just a predatory assumption to have?

When he looked back over you were stood just as you had been; one hand on the overhead rail to steady yourself and the other tucked lazily in your pocket. There was a small crowd around the both of you and you seemed to be looking through it out of the window. You really were a picture of innocence. Junmyeon’s trance was broken when the train apparently arrived at the next station, a loud bing above his head alerting him to move away from the door. He panicked.

There was a large group stood waiting by the door and he shuffled inwards to the centre, grabbing the handrail above him as a man shoved his way past him with a briefcase. Knocked back as other people filtered in around him, Junmyeon felt your hands grip his jacket behind him. He knew it was you. It could only be you. The air was stifling. When the train set off again, you eventually let go. A soft touch smoothed his back out and he held in the shiver his spine wanted to conduct along its path. Junmyeon fought to turn to face you, the now busy train obstructing his movement until he elbowed his way round to see you blinking up at him. You looked nervous. He hated it. Then again, he probably looked nervous too.

You mouthed up the word sorry at him, and Junmyeon smiled politely. His hand waved it off and he looked swiftly to the people surrounding the two of you. A businesswoman staring intently at her phone, a male with large Bluetooth headphones on, and an elderly lady braced against the support pole. Assured, he glanced back.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Junmyeon could see a blush creep up to your cheeks and he soaked in the sight, heart tingling as he adjusted his hand on the rail to be closer to yours. Not quite touching, but he could feel that same energy you’d hit him with earlier. What was it about you that was doing this to him? He raked his eyes over you as he thought harder about how you made him feel, how you’d grabbed him earlier and it was still pulsing through him even with the layers of fabric between your hands and his skin.

The train jolted slightly on the tracks and you swayed to bump against his chest softly, bracing yourself with a hand against his stomach. Junmyeon’s whole body flushed with a vivid heat and the two of you stared at each other for a moment before you looked away. You didn’t move your hand. The train continued to rock and your fingers twitched against his abs, hard to resist the urge you had to feel the warmth of this stranger’s skin beneath your fingers. Junmyeon could feel it and while he wished he could write it off as nothing, you still felt far too good touching him. He wanted to touch you back.

He couldn’t so much hear the gasp you let out when his hand snaked around your waist as much as he could feel it, breathed into the stiff atmosphere of the train carriage like a sigh of relief. Junmyeon tugged you closer to him until he was pressed against you again, like earlier, and you hid your face under his chin. His face held back a smile. You really were cute, weren’t you…

Both of your journeys on the train carried on, the carriage getting even fuller at the next stop and your comfortable position against Junmyeon’s chest became a forced squeeze. His hand rubbed soothing circles into your back and you pushed away from the person behind you until your bodies were pressed flush together. Junmyeon hated what it was doing to him, hated the way his body was reacting just to having a stranger this close, but something in him felt like he knew you already. The way you were now gently holding his chest made him want to know you better.

Junmyeon could hardly help himself when his hand trailed down your body, feeling your back arch as his touch ran down your spine, fingers forming a soft grip on the collar of his worn denim jacket. He followed your skirt with little pressure until the soft pads of his fingers met your warm thighs, and you could feel him exhale onto the top of your head. You looked around in fear. No one seemed to be watching. You wondered if he’d checked at all as he slid his finger just under the elastic of your panties, running round the seam over your ass, the smooth caress both exciting and relaxing you. Junmyeon could feel how pliant you were. He wanted you to touch him too.

A final look around the carriage at the dozens of uninterested, glazed over expressions was enough to spur Junmyeon into grabbing your hand and guiding it down over his stomach. Your gaze snapped up to him, the first eye contact in a while, and the two of you held a silent conversation before Junmyeon interrupted. He leaned forward and his cheek brushed yours, flawless glass-like skin feeling like a dream as he spoke.

“Please.”

The word cut through you as much as a single word ever could and your whole body reacted to him, in a way you didn’t ever think you’d feel about a complete stranger. He looked so vulnerable but you knew he was more in control of this situation than you could ever hope to be, and it was exhilarating. To place your trust in someone so unknown for such an intimate purpose was exhilarating. You hummed against his cheek and he pulled back a little lips grazing as if to invite you in. they were chapped, despite it being summer, and you wondered for a moment if he could maybe stand to take better care of himself than he seemed to, before gently pushing your lips onto his and letting go completely in his arms. There would hopefully be other times to worry about his health. Now wasn’t one of them.

Junmyeon felt every muscle in your body loosen as you kissed him and while he would have loved to strip and fuck you there and then, his modesty and acute sudden possessive streak disallowed the thought before it even fully entered his mind. He dragged your hand down to his belt on its intended course, stomach doing flips as you gently unbuckled it, nails scratching his abdomen slightly. Every hair on his body was raised in anticipation when you broke the soft kiss he’d enveloped you in and looked down between the two of you at where you were undressing him, fingers tucking into the waist of his briefs as he bit his lip.

Your hand gripped his cock, half-hard in his underwear, and he squeezed your ass to avoid the moan resting on his lips from alerting the whole carriage to what you were doing. Junmyeon kissed the top of your head and massaged where he’d just grabbed you after feeling you flinch away, feeling you press your chest against him as you moved your gaze from his crotch to the rest of the carriage. You seemed just as nervous as you had been when he’d first spoken to you, and the frightened deer look in your eyes only spurred him on further. His fingers moved from your ass to between your legs without much disturbance to your skirt; short enough already for him to move easily around it. The fabric between your legs was damp already and Junmyeon could feel you grind your hips down slightly when he pushed two fingers to the material and started rubbing small circles in. your free hand joined your busy one.

With both hands wrapped around his shaft, you pulled Junmyeon’s cock free of his pants slightly. He gasped at the feeling of the cool air and movement of fabric over the tip before digging his fingers into the side of your underwear, hooking it out of the way, and bringing a finger up to your lips. You looked up at him and took it into your mouth completely, seeing his eyes change as he watched you, entranced, sucking on his finger hard and hollowing out your cheeks. A sudden hard stare hit you as he pulled his finger out of your mouth and caught your jaw in a hard grip.

“Behave yourself.”

Legs shaking, you nodded, sheltering your face in his neck again and leaving a soft kiss against the skin there as you continued to jerk him, slowly. Junmyeon returned the affection with a gentle nudge to your head as he buried his nose in your hair. Just then you’d had that look in your eyes again; like you were completely at his mercy. He could feel himself throbbing at the thought. Finger still wet he wasted no time plunging it knuckle deep into your waiting entrance and gradually building pace, panties still held aside from earlier. Your walls clenched around the intrusion and he could hear you gasp as he continued to pump into you. He prayed no one else could.

A bump in the track forced the hand not fingering you to grab the handrail frantically. Panicked, he looked around the carriage to see if anyone noticed the two of you. No one seemed to have. If they did, they’d averted their eyes immediately. He couldn’t blame them. You were clearly shaken by the train’s movement, but Junmyeon refused to pause his ministrations, quickly removing his hand from the rail as soon as it was stable to pull your panties down your legs for better access. One of your hands flew to stop him and Junmyeon sighed deeply before letting go, leaving them resting a few inches down from where he was pounding his knuckles to your entrance. You were whimpering in his ear, so quietly he knew no one could hear you, but so beautifully he never wanted this to end. So perfect. He only wished he could find a way to prolong this.

Next Stop: Gwacheon-dong

Your head whipped up to Junmyeon with a panicked look in your eyes, and for the first time in this entire encounter, you spoke to him.

“That’s my stop.”

There was an edge of fear and arousal, and regret even, in your voice. Junmyeon wasn’t sure if he imagined that. So entranced by your voice that he almost forgot to answer, his fingers hooked to find your g-spot, pressure inside you pushed to a point that was almost uncomfortable before his thumb rubbed a few harsh circles on your clit and your knees almost buckled. Junmyeon sighed; in relief maybe? The last thing he wanted to see was your face before you came, the way he imagined your eyes rolling back and you walking off the train with your legs shaking was enough for him to leave satisfied even if he was unfinished. Even if he remained unfinished for the rest of his life. If he could just see that beautiful face.

You grip on his cock was reduced to one hand and your other held onto the sleeve of the hand he was fucking you with, a desperate look on your face as you refused to break eye contact now. All this time you’d been hiding from him, hiding from the fact this would end, but given the sudden and harrowing reminder that it would you were more convinced than ever that you didn’t want to let this stranger down. Something about him made you feel like you could put your entire life in his hands and feel entirely freed even if he chose to end it, although he looked far too soft for that. Right now in fact, he looked far too destitute for that.

The pace you set was furious and he responded in the same way, both of you rutting against each other like wild animals in a panicked attempt to get you both off within the short span of time remaining for you. Gone were all inhibitions about fellow passengers, not a single glance around the carriage spared before Junmyeon leaned forward to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss that almost knocked your head into the person stood behind you before you returned the force he’d started it with. You felt your end building faster than you could warn Junmyeon and you bit his lip hard before a strong feeling of heat and pleasure broke through you and your legs buckled under you.

You’d never felt like this. Your own touches and all your partners’ somehow never compared to this frantic, aggressive fingerfuck from a complete stranger on the train home from school. It was less that you never wanted it to end and more that you wanted it again. And again, and again. You had to see him again. By whatever means.

Junmyeon held you where you’d fallen, halfway to your knees, entirely convinced that your fellow passengers knew exactly what was happening by now and were choosing to ignore it. If not, the refusal to help a falling girl even out of eyeshot was vaguely concerning. He dragged you up and held you to his chest again, feeling the train start to slow. You’d be there any moment now. As if you’d heard him, you reached for Junmyeon’s crotch again and he jumped in shock. That nurturing side you were sure he had came through from beyond the dominating façade he’d been holding and he grasped your hand lightly before moving it away, tucking himself still hard back into his pants and doing up his belt again. You looked up with a pout and he smiled at you again as the train came to a halt.

Staring into the depths of those brown eyes of his, your mind moved a mile a millisecond. Your hand grabbed his and dragged him to the door of the train, jumping through the crowd onto the platform before checking behind you that he was still there – the physical connection suddenly not enough to confirm it after twenty minutes of you being so close you breathed only each other’s air. Junmyeon was staring at you like you’d grown a second head. Both of you were panting, staring at each other at the side of the platform as people passed by uncaring.

“Why did you do that?” Junmyeon said, almost sounding annoyed. You blinked in surprise. You hadn’t really considered why.

“I didn’t want to leave you.”

Junmyeon was shocked by your words, while vaguely irritated by the fact hed have to wait up to 15 minutes for the next train home.

“You could have just stayed on the train and come home with me, why did I have to stay with you.”

“I didn’t even know where you were going!”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. There was a scar there that you felt the sudden urge to kiss. A breeze blew past the two of you as Junmyeon turned away, and you pulled out your phone to check train times before realising you didn’t know where he was going. The breeze also alerted you that, to your horror, you had obviously lost your underwear at some point, and you decided to speak up.

“I, um… I live about 5 minutes away, if you want to wait somewhere for the next train.” You said, and he looked at you with slight confusion.

“It’ll only be 10 minutes or so.” He said, as if waving you off or reassuring you. As soon as he looked away, he looked back again with a more disappointed expression.

“If you want to go home then you can go. I won’t make you come home with me.”

You smiled a little. That sounded like an invitation.

“Ah, I’d love to I just don’t have any clothes with me…” You explained, hand reaching to twirl your hair with the awkwardness of the conversation. He shrugged you off, smirk on his face that was clearly to hide his excitement.

“That’s fine, I’ll lend you something to sleep in.”

“And uh, I think I lost my underwear on the train.”

A/N: uh ok so. This has kinda like a weird vibe and im sorry but I was trying to think of ways that only touch could play into this fic and this idea kept popping into my mind sorry if yall don’t like public shit or age differences

idk how Korean high school ages work but over here in the u.k. you’d be legal sorry if I accidentally just made u underage yikes I don’t advocate or support sexual relationships between adults and minors

also... this was so long ????????? I checked lol it takes 1.3k to get to the part where u touch his dick ://///

fetish series ;

baekhyun / sehun / jongin / yixing / kyungsoo / junmyeon / minseok / jongdae / chanyeol