Our pace was much faster homeward than than it had been toward the exhibition. With a sense of urgency, Namjoon checked the timetable, and then pulled me along the platform all the way to the end. Too breathless to protest the manhandling (or maybe I was just enjoying it too much?), I followed him quietly.

We had to squeeze in with apologies. A small space by the connecting door was free and I perched on the small sill while Namjoon towered over me with his hands holding onto the railing above me. I held onto the front of his shirt, enjoying the cool breeze from the crack in the window behind me.

Despite a carriage full of people, our space seemed intimate.

I raised my heated eyes to his. His gaze echoed my feelings. As if to prove a point, Namjoon brought his hand -yes, that hand- to his nose and pretended to rub it while licking his lips, nibbling his lower lip, teasing me. All I could imagine was his lips and mouth on my pussy, licking and nibbling -and he knew that... bastard.

I cleared my throat and tried to adjust my position, swallowing. I licked my lips. Nothing helped. How could that be so damn horny? How could I be so damn horny!? I looked away, flustered. His infinitesimally evil smile tickled my insides deliciously.

I was exhausted trying to pretend that I was not horny as fuck.

The train stopped and despite the carriage overflowing, more people jammed in, and I was crushed against the wall by Namjoon's hard and sexy body, my face and my breasts rubbed against him and his cock...his cock was rubbing against me. My breath shook.

I whimpered and looked up in despair, quietly asking for help. From whom, I didn't know because looking at Namjoon's face at that moment, I knew the help was certainly not going to be coming from him -he was enjoying this way too much! He could clearly see my discomfort and was planning on making the most of it. I was in trouble.

I guess this is payback time, huh? He lifted his eyebrows suggestively, winked and ran his tongue around the corner of his mouth. I'm going to die.

Adjusting his position only an increment, his thigh slipped between my thighs, his loose jeans were rubbing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, slowly closing in on my silk-covered mound.

"Please stop." I pleaded, whispering. My arms were limp by my sides, helpless.

"Why?" he asked, with an evil twinkle in his eye, discreetly glancing on either side of him and moving his leg further in.

"Because I'm going to kick you if you don't." I hissed in an angry whisper, only just audible over the clacking and shrieking metal. Lifting my hands to his sides, I tried to push him away, feebly.

"Sorry hun, you've got nowhere to go, you're just going to have to grin. and. bear. it." He grinned; his whisper wet in my ear. His leg pushing in further with every syllable he uttered.

"Ahhhh..." I scrunched up the sides of his shirt like my life depended on it, my body helplessly opening up to him.

I was already so oversensitive from the gallery that I feared I would orgasm by accident. Even the smallest of touches was making me gasp and groan. I struggled to keep quiet.

I could tell he was enjoying this greatly. He was on a power-trip. I will remember this, I cast a silent curse.

I could feel beads of sweat collecting at the nape of my neck and between my breasts. Hadn't we already been in this train for like three hours? I tried to stand up higher, even on my tiptoes, to stop him from touching my sensitive areas. But he just chuckled and pressed my shoulders with his long fingers, pressing me back down firmly onto his muscular thigh. I could have cried.

Slowly releasing his fingers, he slid down my arms, rubbing them but extending his thumbs sufficiently to also rub my nipples between our squished bodies at the same time.

My neck lolled back, eyes rolling into my head. He took advantage of this and bent over to blow gently onto my neck. If it was possible to have a spontaneous orgasm, I was well on my way there...

"I am going to kill you..." I panted into his ear. He chuckled.

"Good luck with that..." he mocked me.

I thanked my lucky stars the train stopped, and it was time to get off the train.