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It was going to be a long train ride back to the city. She was in the back of one of the cars. It was mostly empty. She was spending a couple days out in the country, but she had to get back to work, which she wasn’t looking forward to. At the moment she was munching on some homemade trail mix with granola clusters. She is wearing a pretty off the shoulder Edwardian style shirt with a pair of thick suspenders with buckles and a black mini skirt. She wears black thigh high stockings and red high tops.

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”

She looks up and shakes her head. He smiles and sits down.

He has chestnut brown hair, the prettiest eyes and when he smiles, he has the cutest dimples. He wears comfortable baggy jeans and a tee with a cardigan over it. He has a whistle necklace around his neck and has a bookbag resting on his lap.

He has his ear buds in his ears, but he kind of steals glances at her. She has pretty legs and there’s what looks like a tattoo peeking out the bottom of her mini skirt.

She crosses her legs towards him, typing in her phone. She is working on coding, typing quickly. Her thumbs move quickly. After a few minutes, she feels as though she’s being watched. She stops and looks at him. His eyes widen and he blushes. She smiles and raises an eyebrow. He removes his earbud.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to stare. I was just amazed at how fast you were typing on your phone.” He says.

“Oh.” She laughs lightly. “I hope I wasn’t distracting you.”

“No, no, no. I’m fascinated by it actually. What is it that you’re doing? It looks interesting…like gibberish.”

She laughs lightly. “It’s code. I’m a game designer.”

His eyes widen. “Really?! That’s so cool. Do you make mobile games?”

“I make mobile, console and computer games.” She says.

“That’s nice, which one are you currently working on?”

She puts her pointer finger to her lips. “It’s a secret.”

He smiles. “Understandable. So, where you headed?”

“Back to the city for work. I was out by one of my friend’s cabins for a week of rest and relaxation.”

“Dressed like that?”

She laughs and shakes her head. “I am meeting up with a couple of my friends at the bar for a couple of drinks before I head home and get back to work.” She explains.

“Makes sense.” He says and swallows, looking at her tattoo.

She smiles. “It’s a phoenix.” He looks up at her.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to stare.” He says.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t thinking when I was packing my clothes. I thought I grabbed shorts, but it was this skirt.” She grabs the bottom of the skirt and slides it up. He looks down sneaking a peek at more of the phoenix. He swallows hard. She pushes the skirt back down.

“That must s*ck, but at least it’s something you don’t dislike, right?”

“Oh no. I like these, but sometimes the skirt is quite c*mbersome.” She refers to half of her outfit, touching the proper parts lightly as she talks.

“Oh really? I wouldn’t know.” He says. She laughs lightly.

“You wouldn’t, would you?” He shakes his head.

They talk for a little while, laughing and getting to know each other. He tells her that he’s a musician and he was up visiting some friends, taking a little break before returning back to work. His stomach grumbles lightly. She smiles lightly and offers him some of her trail mix. He smiles and takes a small handful.

“This is good.” He says, crunching. She smiles and nods.

“Made it myself.” The train departs from its last stop before becoming a nonstop trip to Seoul. One of the train employees walks through to check tickets before returning to his post.

“So…what do they call you, besides dimples.” He laughs lightly, embarrassed.

“Namjoon.”

“Ahh. Nice to meet you, Namjoon. I’m Eli.” She offers her hand. He takes her hand and it has strength.

“Is Eli short for something?” He asks. She shakes her head.

He swallows hard, feeling her leg touching his. She asks him questions about his music and where he gets his inspiration from. He has no problem explaining his whole thought process and where he gets it from. Every song lyric is different for him. She smiles, hanging on his every word. He swallows hard, feeling as though his clothes are suddenly two sizes too small. She is playing with the hole in his jeans, her finger tracing its frayed edges lightly. The action keeps giving him chills and goosebumps.

“Um…Eli?” He says softly. She looks at him curiously and innocently with her big doe eyes, batting her lashes. He turns towards her.

Her lips look so soft and luscious. He swallows hard and leans in close to her and they meet in a kiss.

He doesn’t know her very well, but at the moment, he doesn’t care. He was aroused by her little action of playing with his jeans. He grabs her leg and pulls her closer. She pulls back, surprised by his actions.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me.” He says. She smiles and gets up and sits on his lap. He’s surprised but his mind goes cloudy as she starts kissing and licking his neck.

He shudders feeling her hands undoing his shirt.

“A-are we really gonna do this here?” He gets out, stuttering.

“It’s more exciting like that.” She opens his shirt and starts kissing down his chest, touching him over his jeans. He groans and bites his lip as she moves her hand in a circular motion.

She swirls her tongue around his ******, making him blush and moan softly. She unzips his jeans as she gets closer. He watches her slip down between his legs and kisses just above before pulling him out. He is breathing hard, watching her kiss up and down his shaft, running her tongue up and down. He feels his toes curl up inside his shoes. She sucks lightly on the tip, swirling her tongue around it.

He whimpers, his thigh muscles twitching lightly.

She pumps him lightly with one hand while sucking on him. He grips his hands into fists, enjoying the feeling. He’s trying to avoid grabbing her hair, but he wants her to go faster.

“Faster, Eli.” He gets out. She goes faster, moving her hand and getting more of him in her mouth.

He gasps and actually grabs her hair. He wants her to go faster. He can feel it coming. Like waves pounding against his body. His head presses into the back of the chair harder. She clamps her hand around the base of his shaft.

He groans hard, letting her hair go. He’s breathing hard, sweat glistening on his neck and chest.

“Why are you stopping?” He asks, swallowing hard. She smiles and starts to move away, but Namjoon is blinded by passion. He grabs her wrist and pulls her back on his lap. She gasps lightly. He hugs her, kissing her collarbone he pulls down the shirt easily and kisses down to her chest. She moans softly, gripping the shirt tightly in her fist.

He sucks on the n*pple, massaging the other with his free hand. She squeezes her legs lightly, enjoying his ministrations. He lifts her skirt up and moves her off his lap. She’s surprised, but doesn’t fight him. He has her on her knees on the seat, facing the window. He pulls the cute red lace and silk underwear down and pushes two fingers inside. She gasps and moans as he moves them in and out quickly.

It’s building up in her gut, he’s causing her body to get hotter.

He smiles and kisses her and sticks his tongue inside. She moans out loud, but bites it back. He grabs her hips, making her stop moving.

“Namjoonie…” She gets out. He stops and stands behind her, tracing her center with his hard member. She whimpers lightly.

“I kind of like that.” He says and pushes inside. He grabs her hips, pushing all the way in. She moans and drops her head. He gives her a chance to recover before he starts moving.

It’s slow and steady at first. But as his body temperature rises, he starts to get quicker. He leans forward, placing a hand on the window and the other wrapping around her and starts playing with her sweet spot.

She gasps.

He nibbles her ear.

He’s trying to keep himself in control, but it’s getting pretty hard as he can feel the id in him wanting to take over and get lost in her. He doesn’t want to finish too fast, because it’s not just about his pleasure, but it’s about hers as well.

Her upper body fails, getting weak. She rests on her elbows, moaning feeling the heat rise. The pleasure rides the waves through her veins.

“Oh my…it feels—Namjoon-ah, I’m…”

He’s breathing hard, moving faster and faster. He’s lost all control over his mental faculties and his pleasure center has taken over. He grabs one of her arms and lifts her back, moving her closer to the window. She rests her head against the window as the scenery flies past. He’s going faster now. One hand massages her br*ast and the other is on her sweet spot.

“Namjoonie…” She gets out. He can’t hear her anymore, feeling his own release getting closer.

She gets loud feeling her release smash through her like a wrecking ball. Arching her back as it courses through her hard. He follows behind a few seconds later, releasing into her hard.

He breathes hard, pressing against her, pressing her against the window. He moves his hips lightly, chasing that high, kissing her shoulder lightly.

He can finally move and moves back. She watches him zip his pants back up and buttons his shirt. She slips her underwear back on pushes her skirt down and then fixes the top. He watches her fix her thigh highs.

“Can I—can I see the tattoo?” He asks, tucking his shirt into the front of his jeans. She nods and lifts her skirt showing him the tattoo of the phoenix in flight with some color in the tail.

“That’s gorgeous.” He touches it lightly. She smiles lightly. It’s on the front of her leg, but some of it goes around to the side.

The two of them sit back down after fixing themselves up. She had dug in her bag and pulled out some dry pieces of meat. She hands Namjoon some.

“This is good.”

She smiles lightly. “Made it myself.” She says. They talk while snacking on the dried meat. He learns that she can change her voice after hearing it just once. He’s laughing as she kind of sounds like him.

After a little bit, she’s fallen sleep on his shoulder. He’s leaning back, sleeping as well. She’s curled up in a ball next to him, his hand on her leg, one of them over his leg. They got all comfy, cozy together.

The train finally arrives at the station in Seoul. Namjoon wakes first and wakes Eli up. She yawns and stretches.

“Ah. We’re here.” She grabs her two bags and the two of them walk off the train. Namjoon is greeted by a manager. He looks back at her.

“Hope to see your next game soon.” He says. “I’ll tell my friends about it.”

She smiles and bows and leaves, walking through the crowd. He follows behind his manager.

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