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ao3 fic recommendations - Ellie Williams(mostly)

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Meeting Ellie during the apocalypse

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Movie night with a very touchy Ellie

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Hide and seek gone wrong (Ellie)

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Ellie & Abby & reader

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ First time with Ellie

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ “ellie finger fucks you after you get your nails done since they’re too long to do yourself”

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ High sex with Ellie

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Ellie is your annoying roommate

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Art major Ellie who wants to paint you

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Riding Ellie in her BMW

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Reader is a klepto and Ellie keeps getting blamed for her stealing things

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Ellie is Jackson’s trusty weed dealer

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ FWB Ellie, my top choice

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ Truth or Dare with your roommate Ellie

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ Meeting Ellie after you escape the Rattlers

Note: Warnings vary on each fic, most are nsfw but vary in warnings and tags.

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 [𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎]

synopsis: they ignore you after an argument

characters: childe, ayato x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationships, mentions of injuries/ burns in childe’s

notes: since the other one did so well, i decided to make a part two. i was originally going to add dainsleif but these were both over 1k words each, so if i do another part he’ll probably be in it

part 1 (scaramouche, yelan), part three (xiao and heizou)

Childe:

You and Childe had been dating for quite awhile and were friends for even longer before you made it official.

And while you weren’t a part of the Fatui, you respected his work and stayed out of it…for the most part, anyway.

Recently, he had been coming home more and more injured each night and you were growing increasingly worried about him and his job. You loved and respected him, but you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t getting upset about his work.

When you finally brought your worries up to him, he blew up on you telling you things like “You need to stay out of my work life,” “What happens to me doesn’t concern you,” and “You could never understand.”

Admittedly, it probably wasn’t the best time seeing as he had just had a really rough week, but you knew it was better sooner than later. The last thing you wanted was for your boyfriend to leave for work one day and not come back home because he got killed.

After a long period of yelling back and forth and getting no where with each other, he stormed out of your shared home without a word and left you standing alone in your house.

Whenever you and Childe had an argument, it wasn’t uncommon for him to go out and train or practice sparring to blow off some steam. So, you let him do his thing and decided that he would probably just come back later and you guys could talk it out like the responsible adults you were.

Much to your dismay, Childe never did return and apologize like he normally would. Because, while he did come back, he didn’t utter a word to you. He merely brushed you off when you asked if you could talk to him and went into your shared bedroom and locked the door. Of course, you had tried knocking a few times to see if he would come out, but it was to no avail.

This went on for the following few days as well.

He would come home and hang his stuff up and then return to his work or to train outside, not even sparing you a glance. Even when you tried to talk to him, he would just stare ahead with a smug smile on his face as if he was mocking you.

Though, it eventually became crystal clear that he was, in fact, mocking and ignoring you. When you made dinner, he would push it away and cook his own. When you would try to snuggle up to him at night because it was too cold, he’d lightly push you off and scoot closer to his own side of the bed.

Even when you had a rough day and wanted nothing more than to have him hold you, he would return that same smug smile and ignore you. And if you tried to talk to him, he would make sure your shoulders bumped as he walked past you to really rub in the fact that he wasn’t going to listen to you.

Today in particular, you were becoming quite frustrated with him. When you had woken up, he was getting ready for work. He even made sure to flash his bandages at you since he knew how worked up you had gotten about them. You even saw the way he nearly laughed at your frown. But all you did was shove down your anger and turn away from him.

Instead, you decided to go pick up groceries for the week and run a few other errands to de-stress. And when you returned home, you decided you would make yourself your favorite food. It’s not like Childe liked it anyway, so there was at least one bonus to him not eating your food.

You put away your groceries and got to cooking. It was going pretty well, though the thought of your argument was still lingering in the back of your mind. Somewhere amidst your cooking, Childe had returned home which brought the argument to the forefront of your mind.

How long was he going to continue ignoring you? It’s not like the argument was your fault anyway. No one could blame you for looking out for your boyfriend’s safety, after all, it was out of love.

Suddenly, a painful burning sensation spread across your hand and a loud scream escaped your mouth followed by a string of curses. The tears that had been unknowingly building up in your eyes had now escaped and flowed down your face as you grasped your hand tightly.

At some point when you were lost in thought, you had accidentally grabbed the burning hot handle of a metal pan and burned your hand. You didn’t even notice the worried Childe now bent down on the floor in front of you asking what happened.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you up to the sink, turning on some cold water and carefully placing your hand underneath it before rushing off to find some first aid supplies. Once your crying had ceased and your hand was taken care of, he sat you down on the couch while he grabbed you some water.

He glanced around the room as you downed your water, now feeling quite awkward at the silence, contrary to how he was acting the rest of the week. You sat the cup of water down and stared down at your bandaged up hand and away from his gaze.

You gulped down your nervousness before softly speaking, “Are you done ignoring me now?”

Though he should’ve felt it days ago, guilt rushed over Childe and he snapped his eyes toward your own with a sad look in his eyes. A sadness you felt he had no right to feel.

He opened his mouth to respond but closed it just as quick, blanking on what to say to you. He didn’t have an explanation for what he did and wasn’t sure how he could make it up to you.

You shoulders dropped and you huffed out a sigh before getting up and turning to go to your room, “Nevermind, it was pointless to ask.”

Childe stood up quickly, nearly falling over at the sound of your dejected voice, “Y/n! Wait, I-”

He grabbed your shoulder and gently turned you around, quickly embracing you in a tight hug, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored you like I did and I shouldn’t have waited till you got hurt to stop it. Please forgive me, y/n, I’m so sorry.”

You returned his embrace but pulled back to look at him, too tired to argue with him, you spoke, “Why don’t you help me finish cooking and then we can talk over dinner?”

He nodded with a warm smile. Childe was never good at apologizing, you knew that well. Yet, you couldn’t help the way your heart warmed at the way he tried for you.

Ayato:

Ayato and you had been together for a long time, having both been prominent figures in Inazuma. Naturally, the two of you got along well and eventually began dating.

You shared a similar nature of hardwork that often resulted in overworking yourself, and because of that, you guys made it a rule to keep each other in check and take care of one another.

Recently, however, Ayato was overworking himself again with marital affairs and some international stuff. So, you decided to check up on him and try to get him to take a break, even if it was just for an hour or two.

But contrary to how he would normally react, he lashed out at you and called you overbearing and annoying. He even told you that you checking up on him the way you do makes him feel even more stressed.

Stunned at his words, you silently hid your tears and trembling lip as you hurried out of his office to leave him alone.

It had only been a day since your argument, yet, Ayato was still locked up in his office. You were too nervous to knock on the door or even see him, so you tried your best to avoid him for a bit. Though, that obviously couldn’t last forever.

Your first encounter was at breakfast.

Thoma had made a big and delicious breakfast for all of you to enjoy and you were hoping it was going to give you the chance to talk to him. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t talk to you. Instead, he spoke to Ayaka the entire time and even had Thoma join you guys.

When you had asked for him to pass you the teapot, he simply side-eyed you and acted like he didn’t hear you. Ayaka and Thoma were quick to glance between the two of you with puzzled expressions. Luckily, Thoma was nice enough to grab it for you to avoid the awkwardness.

For the remainder of breakfast, you kept to yourself and ate in silence, not even looking up at everyone else.

Your next encounter with him was when you were passing by him in one of the main areas of the Estate. You had been carrying a stack of papers to bring to Ayaka when you had tripped and dropped them, allowing them to scatter across the floor.

Ayato had been walking out of his room at the same time only to witness the entire thing happen.

Normally, he would be quick to get on his own knees and help you gather the sheets of paper and make sure you were okay. However, since he was seemingly ignoring you, he merely stopped to stare down at you before walking past you and around the papers.

You just sighed and continued picking them up as he walked past, wondering why he was acting like this.

The final encounter was the same night when you guys had guests over for business. There were around ten to fifteen of them, and they weren’t people you had met before.

Usually, Ayato would have you standing close to him with an arm around your waist or have his own arm linked with yours, but tonight there was a rather unusual distance placed between the two of you. You were sure even the guests could see it.

Regardless, you tried your best to appear normal with a bright smile on your face and politely answering any questions. Unfortunately, you couldn’t help the fidgeting of your hands or the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. You just hoped the guests couldn’t see it.

It felt like they were going to be there forever as you sat distanced from Ayato. While you pretended to be paying attention to what they were saying with the occasional nod or smile, you were really just lost in thought over how to fix whatever it was that was going on between you and your boyfriend.

He was barely even acknowledging you, and it almost seemed like you weren’t even there. You didn’t even look like his partner.

Having had enough, you got up to excuse yourself to use the restroom. But on your return back to the room, you had stopped as you heard two of guests, who you recognized as being an older husband and wife, gossiping to themselves in hushed voices.

“Archons, have you seen Lord Ayato’s s/o? They don’t even look like they should be with him!” The man laughed, his wife quick to join in.

“I agree, at least it’s obvious he’s not that interested in them anyway. I give it a good few weeks before he finally breaks up with them and he marries someone actually worth his time.”

You clenched your fists and attempted to stop the tears from falling from your eyes as they continued to talk. You, on the other hand, turned around and rushed to your and Ayato’s shared bedroom.

After what you had just heard, you couldn’t be bothered to stick around for the rest of the night, especially with the new found thought of Ayato breaking up with you now plaguing your mind.

—

When twenty minutes had passed, Ayato had begun to get suspicious of where you were. Sure, he was supposed to be ignoring you, but you didn’t normally take this long and he was worried. After all, he was still your boyfriend.

His eyes darted around the room at all the guests while his mind was beginning to fill with ideas of how to kick the guests out without it becoming obvious he wanted them gone.

He gulped down his thoughts and stood up out of his seat and fixing his attire before pretending to look at what time it was on the clock, “Ah, I do sincerely apologize, but it is getting quite late. Perhaps, we can all meet another time?”

The guests looked toward the clock as well before agreeing with him and grabbing their coats and other belongings. A fake smile remained plastered on Ayato’s face as he walked the guests out and bid them a goodnight.

As soon as they were gone, his nonchalant facade dropped and he was quick to rush back inside to search for you. When he couldn’t find you anywhere, he hurried to check your shared bedroom.

When he had slid open the door, he found you curled up on the bed under the covers and lightly sniffling to yourself. Alarmed at the sight, he rushed to your side and bent down to meet your face.

You were quick to cover your face with the covers and turn over to the other side, not wanting to face him. Ayato’s shoulders dropped as he let out a sigh and walked over to the other side and sat down next to you.

Carefully removing the glove off of his hand, he gently grabbed the covers and pulled them down to see your face, “Y/n, please look at me…”

Finally looking him in the eyes, he was able to inspect your tear stained face. His heart broke at the sight and he moved closer to you, but you moved back, “What do you want, Ayato?”

“What happened?” he whispered.

“What happened is you’ve been ignoring me all day. You wouldn’t even look at me! You ignored me at breakfast, you ignored me in when I dropped those papers, and you ignored me when those guests were here!” you took a breath before staring down at the bed, “And the guests…the guests-”

“The guests..what? What did they do?”

You stared down at your hands with blurred eyes, “I heard them talking about us when I came back from the bathroom. They…they said that you were going to break up with me and that I wasn’t worthy of you.”

Ayato was quick to wrap his arms around you and bring you closer to him, “Don’t listen to them. They don’t know what they’re talking about, they don’t even understand business! I love you, y/n, and I’m sorry for ignoring you like I did. It was childish and it went too far. I didn’t mean anything I said to you, I don’t think you’re annoying or overbearing, so please don’t listen to any of that or think that you aren’t worthy of me.”

“So…you aren’t going to break up with me?”

“Archons, no. I’m never going to leave you, y/n,” Ayato reassured you, “Now, c’mon, let’s go to bed and we can talk more in the morning.”

18+, fingering, squirting, slight overstimulation, crying, begging, vi being kinda mean + drabble something liteee this is a repost from my old account @/loonadaworld if it looks familiar

‘ vi, please, ‘ you mewled, pushing your head against your girlfriend’s chest. ‘ fuck babe— listen to that, you hear how fucking wet you are ? ‘ she groaned into your ear, her fingers pushing into you at an unforgiving speed. ‘ it’s too much .. ‘ your hand wrapped around her wrist in a poor attempt to stop her. ‘ if you do that one more time i’m not gonna stop until you’re crying. ‘ your thighs closed around vi’s hand, a whimper falling from your lips as you shook in her hold.

vi cursed, pulling her fingers out of your sopping cunt in order to force your legs open. ‘ maybe next time you’ll remember to watch that fucking mouth of yours. ‘ her fingers plunged inside of you once more, eliciting a moan from both of you. the way her fingers were curling inside of you, paired with her thumb rubbing your clit, it wasn’t long before you were seeing stars, your soaked pussy fluttering around her as you fell over the edge of pure euphoria.

she didn’t make an effort to slow her movements, actually doing the opposite until the wet squelches of your cunt became too much for you to handle. ‘ vi wait, i think— ‘ she covered your mouth, a smile forming on her lips as her hand muffled your scream. you felt the wet sensation before you saw the mess, your girlfriend trailing sloppy kisses in the curve of your neck. ‘ shhh .. i got u right here, ‘ vi finally started easing you through the after shocks of your orgasm, her hand coming to a stop.

you had tears running down your cheeks at this point, your chest rising and falling with each breath. ‘ what was it that you said to cait again ? ‘ take me home since my girlfriend doesn’t want to. ‘ ‘ she scoffed, moving from behind you and laying you on her pillows. ‘ how do you think that sounds, hmm ? how do you think i feel when i hear my girl asking my friend to take her home ? ‘ vi hovered above you, her wet fingertips tracing shapes on your inner thighs.

you shook your head, cupping her face as she stared down at you with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen. ‘ vi .. i won’t do it again, i promise. just wanted to leave the party already .. ‘ everything you said going in one ear and out the other. ‘ well you got what you wanted, now you have to take it. ‘ without warning, she inserted her fingers again, making your body jolt at the sudden intrusion. ‘ you’re gonna give me two more. ‘ vi felt her breath stutter at your choked sob, your hysterics only turning her on even more.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐋 | all rights reserved — do not modify, copy, or plagiarize any of my works.

Everything Feels New in Mortal Form (SAGAU)

cw: ...sfw masochism? crack....... dumb ditzy reader. im sleep deprived okay (._. )

Creator!Reader descending to Teyvat in human form, excited to experience everything there is about mortal life because what better way to be a divine ruler than to know what your own people go through?

Creator!Reader who never had a physical form before because in their heavenly realm, they existed more as a spiritual, magical whisp or something. So everything is new and exciting.

Creator!Reader who wobbles their first few steps when they landed in Windrise, unsure of how to use your legs and muscles. Venti had to catch you as you tripped and you laughed — you quickly learn how much you love the sound of laughter.

You shiver with every gust of wind, your body having never built a resistance to the cold. When Diluc notices and humbly offers you his coat, his gloved hands brushing your shoulders as he places it on, you notice how warm the pyro user is.

You clasp his hands in yours, looking up at him saying "So this is what warmth feels like! It's so comforting!" as you place his hand on your cheek. Poor Diluc, his face turns the same color as his hair. He quietly thanks whatever gifted him a pyro vision.

Clinging onto Diluc and Amber as you relish in the newfound experience of warmth. Klee also becomes your cuddle buddy, just hugging Klee as she sits on your lap, talking about dodoco! What convenient walking furnaces!

Alternatively, you also learn to enjoy the cold in hot summer days by glomping Kaeya. He chuckles and holds back on a teasing comment. You hope they'll start to treat you more as a friend eventually — after all, that was your purpose of descending.

Creator reader who genuinely loves the feeling of feeling! You want to experience everything and oh, when you discovered pain—

It was an accident, really. Zhongli was just so tall so when he stood next to your sitting form, arranging tea for you, his elbow knocked on your forehead.

He's panicking and profusely apologizing as you clutch your comically bruising head. He's offering to get you some ice, or perhaps ointment when you look up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Do that again!"

Archons, poor Zhongli, he thought of it as some heavenly punishment. Was this a test? Retribution for his unforgivable sin? Must he be forced to hurt you, his most revered being, as the price for his-

"How unique! Is this what pain feels like? It hurts very much!"

Zhongli's stuttering as he realizes how you genuinely want to experience pain. He's holding onto you before you try and lunge yourself off a staircase.

"Your holiness, please don't do this to my old heart-"

Creator Reader — now a masochist!creator!reader — discovers how pain can be caused by a number of things and now everyone's overly cautious of what you do.

Kokomi and Barbara panicking because you cut your fingers while cooking and they're trying to heal you but you're messing with the cut, talking about how much it hurts.

"Y-your holiness! If it hurts, please let us heal you already!!"

Following Xiao when he goes off to Dragonspine. You notice how he scoops a pile of freshly settled snow, chomping into it.

Your eyes glimmer with an idea, taking your hand to scoop a big pile of snow and biting into it—

"Ah! It's so cold in my stomach-"

Zhongli promptly scolds you and Xiao, he's frantic as he explains stomach aches and unhealthy diets. Xiao nods attentively while you try your best to understand, but all you can think of is how ice would taste even better mixed with syrup!

"Your holiness, are you listening?"

"Yes grandpa!"

Dear archons, please help the geo archon.

note: if any of you have a brainrot with this concept, please don't hesitate to share because I love this dumb ditzy creator version but im too tired to think right now hahah

masterlist

The Promise

Character: Ushijima Wakatoshi x F!Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, cursing, slight comfort on the end.

It has been a rough month and Ushijima knows it. He has been overworking himself, pushing his limits at each practice. His typically calm and composed face is now etched with stress and strain. His temperament, once steady as a rock, is now volatile and erratic, akin to a stormy sea. The month had been grueling, a relentless onslaught of training sessions and personal workouts. His body is aching, his mind is strained, and his spirit is beginning to waver.

Today, he returns to his apartment later than usual, bone-tired, his muscles screaming in protest, only to be greeted by your sight, his sweet and loving girlfriend. Your smile always warm, eyes filled with concern, having dinner ready, a hot bath drawn, and comforting words falling from your lips.

He should feel guilty for his recent behavior, matter of fact he should apologize. He was not a man prone to emotional outbursts or thoughtless actions, and yet, he had allowed his stress to control him, to turn him into someone he hardly recognized these days.

He had ignored you, brushed off your attempts at conversations, and retreated into himself. He had been mean, cold, distant. He had forgotten your presence, forgotten the warmth you brought into his life, forgotten the love that had once made his heart flutter.

And tonight was no different, the weight of the day pressing heavily on his shoulders, his mind foggy and his spirit was weary. As he kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket on the hook, the tantalizing aroma of dinner wafted through the apartment. He followed the scent into the kitchen, his eyes landing on the sight of you, sitting at the kitchen table, a spread of dishes laid out in front of you.

You looked up the entrance and your face lights up with a smile that reaches your eyes. A sight that used to warm his heart, a sight that used to make him forget about exhaustion, a sight that used to make him feel loved.

“‘Toshi, you’re home!” You smiled happily.

But today, he could only muster a tired sigh in response. He saw you on your feet in an instant, your chair scraping against the floor as you rushed towards him. Your arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, your warmth seeping into him. But he didn’t return the hug, didn’t wrap his arms around you, didn’t press a kiss to your forehead like he always does. He just stood there, his body rigid, his mind elsewhere.

You pulled away, you don’t know if it is out of embarrassment or…due to a sudden heartbreak due to the neglect you have been suffering, but your hands suddenly cup his face, eyes searching his for a sign of the man you loved. “Um, we should, well, you should go eat,” You urged, your voice soft and your touch gentle. But he shook his head, his voice coming out gruff as he muttered, “I’m tired.”

But you didn’t back down this time, didn’t let him retreat into himself like he has done all this month. You tugged at his hand, tried to lead him to the table with the dinner you worked very hard for, trying to make him eat. “Come on, Toshi, you been avoiding me this past month,” You insisted, your voice firm, your grip tight. “Just be here, yeah?” You smiled.

But he snapped. “For fuck sakes Y/N, I’m tired!” He barked, his voice louder that he intended, his tone harsher than he meant. He yanked his hand out of your grip, his eyes flashing with a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. “You have been nagging me all these past nights to have fucking dinner and you don’t understand that I am tired.” He yelled again.

The silence that followed was deafening, the tension in the room palpable. You took a step back, embarrassed that your boyfriend had to yelled at you like that, “Ah, sorry, I just thought—“ You were saying but were cut off immediately by his sharp words.

“Thought what? Thought what, Y/N?” He yelled in disbelief, “That you have been a pain in the ass for the past few days?” He asked as he raised his voice louder, tone meaner.

“I-I’m sorry,” You apologized, trying to mask your disappointment, “I have missed you…” You mumbled embarrassedly, trying to hide your flushed face from him.

“Missed me?” He yelled, “We live in the same fucking apartment and we see each other every night!” He yelled, his voice echoing in the quiet apartment.

“I- I know, I know, Toshi,” You said, trying to calm him down, “B-But we haven’t been able to talk, you haven’t kissed me or touched me…” You admit painfully as you looked at him with teary eyes.

“God, you’re so fucking clingy and needy,” He yells as he rolled his eyes out of frustration. “All of this mess because of that?” He chuckled, “I am tired for this crap right now.” He said.

The room fell silent, the tension hanging heavy in the air. He watched your face fall, your eyes reflecting the hurt his words had caused. And guilt washed over him like a tidal wave, his heart clenching at your sight.

You know he didn’t mean any single word of it, right? He was just tired, so incredibly tired. His days were filled with endless practices, his nights consumed by restless sleep. He was pushing himself to the brink, his body and mind paying the price.

He didn’t mean it.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, “I will clean the mess,” You said as you hid your face away from his, walking towards the kitchen again.

His mind raced, guilt and regret swirling within him. He wanted to apologize, to explain, to make you understand that fuck, he didn’t mean any of it. But the words wouldn’t come, his throat tight with emotion. He was trapped in his own guilt, his own exhaustion, his own regret. And he didn’t know how to escape.

He watched from the doorway as you busied yourself in the kitchen, cleaning up the dinner he had refused to eat. His heart clenching at the sight, guilt gnawing at his insides. He had been harsh, mean even, and he regretted it.

Your movements were mechanical, your usual cheerfulness replaced with a somber silence. He watched as you wiped the table clean, packed the uneaten food, and washed the dishes. Your shoulders are tense, lips pressed into a thin line.

And he noticed, noticed how you tried to compose yourself, how you tried to hold back the tears. But despite your efforts, a few escaped, trailing down your cheeks and disappearing into the collar of your shirt. Each tear was a stab to his heart, a painful reminder of the hurt he had caused.

Once you were done, you turned off the lights, plunging the kitchen into the darkness. The only sound was the sound of the soft padding of your feet as you made your way to the bedroom, where he was waiting.

Both of you sat on opposite sides of the bed, an uncomfortable silence hanging between both of you. He watched as you changed into your sleeping clothes, your movements slow and deliberate. You climbed into bed, your back to him, body curling up on your side.

He was at a loss. He didn’t knew what to do, didn’t know what to say. He was worried, his mind filled with the thoughts of you, of the hurt he had caused. He knew you had taken his words to heart, knew that you were hurting. And it was all of his fault.

In the dimly lit room, his silhouette was barely visible as he climbed into bed next to you. The only sound that broke silence was your soft, muffled sobs. His heart clenched at the sound. He reached out tentatively, his hands finding their way around your waist. He drew you close, his chest against your back, both of your hearts beating in a rhythm that was painfully off sync.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against your swollen and teary face, tasting the saltiness of your tears. “I’m sorry,” He whispered into your hair, his voice barely audible. His words hung heavy in the air, a confession and a plea all at once.

You remained silent, sobs subsiding into quiet sniffles. And he could feel your body stiffen at his words. It was an unspoken tension that made his heart race with worry. He wanted to say more, you deserved way more, to explain, to ask for forgiveness, but the words stuck in his throat.

“Talk to me, love.” He implored, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers tracing circles on your waist, a silent plea for you to respond.

But you don’t. Your silence was deafening wrapping you both in a shroud of uncertainty. And he held you tighter, his mind racing with thoughts and fears. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, and that scared him.

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open to a new day. His body felt heavy, his heart even more so. The events of the previous night replayed in his mind like a haunting melody.

He found you in the kitchen, a solitary figure bathed in the morning light. You were cradling a cup of coffee, your gaze fixed in the steaming liquid. Your face was pale, eyes rimmed with red. The sight of you, so vulnerable and distant, twisted his heart.

“Good morning,” he tried, he really did, his voice echoing in the silence. But you didn’t respond, didn’t even lift your gaze to meet his. It was as if he was a ghost, unseen, unheard. He felt a pang of guilt, a sharp reminder of his words last night.

“For fuck sakes Y/N.”

“You have been nagging me all these past nights to have fucking dinner and you don’t understand that I am tired.”

“God, you’re so fucking clingy and needy.”

His mind was whirlwind of thoughts. He had hoped that giving you space would help, that it would give you time to heal, time to warm up to him like you always do. But as the day dragged on, the silence between both of you grew. His phone remained silent, devoid of your usual messages.

No updates about your day, no reminders about dinner, nothing.

It was a silence that spoke volumes, and it terrified him.

Who would have thought? Ushijima Wakatoshi, the man who faced countless opponents on the court, was scared. He was scared that his actions had created a chasm between you, a distance he didn’t knew how to bridge.

As he returned from practice on the night, the apartment was dark. The usually welcoming lights were all turned off, a stark reminder of the cold silence that awaited him. He knew you would be in bed, probably feigning sleep. There would be no warm welcome, no home-cooked meal, no soft smiles.

He lingered at the door, his hand hovering over the knob. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the silence that awaited him. As he stepped into the dark apartment, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that clung to him. He was walking into a battlefield, and he didn’t know how to fight this war.

The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the noise of the world outside. He stepped in, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words. The sight of the shared room, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, was a painful reminder of the happier times.

There you were, a small figure curled up on the bed, your back to him just like last night. Your eyes were open, staring blankly at the window. The sadness in your gaze was palpable, a silent cry for help that tore at his heart.

He took off his shoes, placing his gym bag in the kitchen before making his way towards you. He tried to speak, to break the silence that hung between both of you.

“How are you?” He asked softly, but his words fell on deaf ears. You didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

Undeterred, he climbed onto the bed, his large frame curling around your smaller one. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, making you face him. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, each kiss a silent promise to make things right.

And then he hears it, he hears you crying. Tears falling like rain, burying your face on his chest and soaking his shirt. Your sobs were heart-wrenching, a testament to the pain he had caused.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. He held you tightly, as if his touch could somehow ease the pain he had caused. His apologies were a soft murmur against your hair, a desperate plea for forgiveness.

He gently lifted your face, fingers tracing the contours of your features. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, a silent vow of his love for you. He kissed away your salty tears, each one a testament to her pain, each one a reminder of his mistakes.

“I love you,” He whispered, his voice barely audible. His words were soft, filled with emotion so raw yet so powerful that it took his breath away. He repeated the words over and over, a mantra of love and regret.

Slowly, your sobs subsided. Your breathing evened out, your body relaxing against his. Falling asleep in his arms, your tear-streaked face buried in his chest. He watched you sleep, his heart aching with relief and regret.

He ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. His eyes welled up with tears, the guilt and regret overwhelming him. He kisses your forehead, a silent promise etched into your skin.

“This is the last time,” He vowed to himself, his voice chocked with emotion. “This is the last time I’ll make you cry,” He promised.

He held you close, his arms a protective shield around you.

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Pairing: gojo x fem!reader x geto

2 in 1

Trying to mess with your co-workers' heads, but they ended up messing with your body instead.

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, pussy spanking (like 1 time lol), squirting, nipple play, mirror sex, cunnilingus, double penetration, unprotected sex, anal, clit play, dirty talking

"Open up."

Satoru's voice echoed in the room as he locked one of your legs under his. The cool air inside the room blew over your womanhood, making your nub hard, protruding out of your wet slit.

"Such a pretty pussy," Suguru whispered in your ear while he trapped your other leg with his. You have no chance of closing your thighs when it's the two of them spreading them apart.

You stared in the mirror in front of you, watching how lewd you looked between these two big men. Their hands traveled and snaked all over your body. You don't know how your simple days of playful teasing turned into a night like this. You were just trying to make an impression ever since these two were transferred to your department in hopes that you'd get to have one of them on you.

Who would have thought that you'd end up having both?

About an hour ago, Satoru just invited you for a couple of drinks as you were about to leave your faculty room. Now, you're already in his apartment, sitting half-naked on his bed as one of Suguru's hands massages your inner thighs and pussy folds, dangerously close to your sensitive and throbbing clit but never directly touching it. At the same time, Satoru's fingers played with your nipples.

"Please," You pleaded to them as your essence dripped to the floor. Their deep chuckles sent vibrations to your cunt that made you squirm and rock your hips against the bed, desperate and begging for friction.

"Look at yourself," Satoru grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks gently as he forced you to watch your reflection. You tried to cover your breasts, but his hands were quick to swat them away, clicking his tongue. Suguru stopped his ministrations on your thighs and turned his attention to your tits, fondling and bumping them against each other in the warm palms of his hands.

"That's fucking hot," Satoru spoke through clenched teeth, enjoying how they bounced before taking one in his hands and latching on the nipple. He repeatedly sucked it hard before letting it go with a pop. The moans that you let out were quickly accompanied by his satisfied hums as he nibbled on it. He inhaled your scent as he nuzzled your chest, flicking the bud sharply with his tongue.

"Don't tell me your gonna cum from getting your tits sucked?" Suguru teased, pinching the other nipple when your eyes started to roll back. They're too much. They're too much for you. You were only starting, yet you could already feel yourself melting under their touch.

"Can't neglect this little one, though, can we?" Suguru's fingers snaked down to your pussy, spreading the slit with his index and middle finger, looking in the mirror to watch the hole flutter and clench. "Bet you've been waiting for this. You've been walking and bending around in these short, tight skirts."

"And always wearing the prettiest panties," Satoru added as he licked your nipples, making you whimper at how sensitive and tender they were from all the sucking. Your hand flew to caress his white locks, clenching your fingers and tugging on them.

Lost in the feeling of Satoru's mouth on your skin, you were caught by surprise when Suguru's palm landed a light slap on your pulsing clit. You squealed at the contact; pain and pleasure made your eyes water.

"Eyes on me." He growled, turning your face to him to kiss your lips hard. Your tongue danced with his before he sucked it into his mouth. "Fucking sexy." He whispered when he pulled away, eyeing your glistening pussy as he played with your pearl before slowly pushing his middle finger inside. He stared intensely into your eyes, loving the way your mouth fell open as his finger disappeared into your wetness.

You heard Satoru's belt being removed and dropped on the floor as you watched Suguru's fingers go in and out of your wet hole, mewling when he added another one, curling it to hit your spot.

"There's two of us, you know?" Satoru grabbed your hand to wrap it around his length, standing tall and proud as precum oozed from its tip. You spread it on his length to use it as lube before stroking it up and down. Every movement of your wrist equates to Satoru's moans and sighs. You palmed Suguru through his pants, making him smirk at Satoru as he undid his belt and zipper. You looked into the mirror, and seeing the position you were in only worked you up even more.

"She's creaming, Satoru, look." Suguru chuckled as he slowly pulled out his fingers to show his best friend your thick essence coating his fingers.

"Fuck. Give me that," Satoru beckons, opening his mouth as he continues to thrust into your hand. You watched as his mouth opened, waiting for Suguru to give him a taste of you. It was all so nasty yet so hot that you couldn't help but moan when you watched him lick every drop of it.

He took Suguru's fingers in his mouth, humming as he sucked on it like he's been begging for water in the middle of a desert, and you're the oasis, your juices quenching his thirst. You held Suguru's hard member in your hand, licking its head and making him grunt as he pulled his fingers away from Satoru.

"Want more. You're going to give me more, right?" Satoru spoke to you before pulling away to reposition you on the bed.

He laid you on your back, putting a pillow under your head as you continued to suck his best friend's dick. "Keep this wide-open f'me, yeah?" He pushed your legs onto the mattress on either side of you before getting into position, resting his weight on his elbows. His blue eyes stared at your hole as it clenched around nothing. The juices that he oh so badly wants dripping from it to your ass.

"Shit," you heard him mutter under his breath before giving your jewel a few pecks. The kisses then turned into lapping, then sucking and slurping, and it wasn't long until he was fully making out with your pussy. His grunts and growls sent tremors against your core, making it overflow even more.

You're a moaning mess as Suguru's fingers clench around your hair, poking the inside of your cheek with his fat tip. You turned your head towards him before taking it all into your mouth, deep throating him until you coughed and tears fell from your eyes. You looked up at him, tapping his dick on your tongue, before taking him whole again.

"Ah, fuck. Just like that. Your throat feels so good." He hissed as he pushed your head closer to him, letting your nose touch his pelvis before letting you go, panting. You felt Satoru's fingers make their way past your entrance, making you slightly arch your back. His mouth still latched on to your nub as he scissors you open with his long digits. You sucked and licked the length of Suguru's cock, eyes looking down on the other man as he flicked his tongue around your bead. His eyes looked deep into yours, lust and hunger both evident in them.

You stroked Suguru's member as you sobbed from the intense feeling. You were so lost in their every movement, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "You wanna cum?" He said while showing you his charming smile. You nodded your head eagerly while sucking his tip, batting your lashes to impress.

"Rub her, Suguru." Satoru pulled away, spreading your lips with his fingers as his best friend reached over to rub your button. He drew circles on it, tender with the right amount of pressure, making you sigh. And soon, those sighs turned to mewls.

In sync with each other, their speeds gradually picked up. You have now long forgotten about your job to pleasure Suguru as both of your hands gripped the sheets. Suguru was too focused on pleasuring you that he didn't even notice you stop. Satoru was hitting your spot perfectly, and you were sure that your dam would burst any moment.

"Thought you wanna come?" Satoru watched you as you arched your back which made it easier for him to reach the place where you wanted his fingers to be. "Go on. Cum." He encouraged you, gripping the back of your knee to stop you from closing your legs. You know you're going to make a mess.

"What are you so afraid of?" Suguru taunted, his digits moving faster and pressing harder on your bundle of nerves, making you see stars.

"No, stop. Gonna...S'gonna be messy." You tried to reach for their hands, but the ripples of orgasm were faster than you, hitting you in waves as you trembled and cried out in pleasure under them. The movements of their hands were unceasing as they locked your legs open, determined to break you.

"That's right. Let it all go, babe." Suguru cooed when you screamed out, squirting hard, wetting them and the bed. They watched your reaction with a gleam in their eyes, amazed by how your body responded to their actions. How you spray fluids of delight, and how your hole continuously clench even as Satoru pulled out his digits.

"Wow." He spread your hole with his thumbs, watching it yet again as it spasms and gushes out liquids. He gave your clit one last kiss before standing up and stroking his now very hard member. They both stepped out of their pants, watching you move and wobble to completely undress.

"Get on all fours, babe," Suguru commanded as he eyed Satoru who was rummaging through the drawers. The dim lights of his apartment seemed to make every moment sultry and sensual as you positioned yourself on the bed. You felt Suguru lightly push on your upper back, making you stick your ass out as you pressed the side of your face against the mattress.

"Catch," Satoru threw a bottle to Suguru, which he quickly caught mid-air. "Let's see what's got Suguru panting earlier, hm?" He teased as he kneeled in front of you. You automatically lifted yourself up on your arms, holding his rod. You kissed his tip, making him smirk at you before your kitten licks caused his mouth to slightly open and his eyebrows bump together. He's leaking, and you could tell how sensitive his head already was.

"Slowly," He instructed as you took him in your mouth, sliding it past your lips, inch by inch. You felt a cold liquid on your behind, making you moan. Satoru curses under his breath as he feels your throat and lips vibrate around him.

"You're so good at this," he chuckled as you bobbed your head slowly, running your tongue under his length and looking up at him with innocent eyes. You hollowed your cheeks, hearing him grunt as he grabbed a handful of your hair.

"Imma go slowly here too," You felt Suguru's tips against your ass, slowly stretching the hole. "Oh, fuck." You panted as your hand pumped Satoru's shaft. You didn't know that stinging pain could feel this good. He slowly moves in and out of you, helping you relax and loosen around him. Your sticky fluids are soon dripping out of your cunt, and your nerves feel as if they're on fire.

"You're enjoying too much," Satoru playfully narrowed his eyes at Suguru, making him chuckle as he slowly pulled out of you.

"C'mere," Suguru plopped down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his member glistening with lube. "Go on," Satoru urged, pulling out his dick to tap it a couple of times on your cheek. You obediently followed, slightly staggering from the intrusion earlier.

"Will they fit?" You asked as you calculated their sizes and how you're gonna accommodate both inside you. They're both thick and long, and sure, you have taken someone with the same size, but to have two of it inside you at the same time? It worries yet excites the shit out of you.

"Are you scared?" Satoru razzed, crawling towards you to push you gently on his best friend's chest. "I know you can take us," Suguru whispered as he rubbed your arms up and down, making goosebumps appear on your skin as he kissed your nape and shoulder blades.

You watched his erection twitch against your heat before he put a hand under your thigh, making you lift yourself up. He rubbed more lube on your puckered hole before positioning himself and slowly burying himself deep in it again.

"Suguru," Your knees weakened at the way he's filling you up, making you wrap an arm around his shoulder for support. "Look how well I fit in you," He pointed, staring into your eyes through the mirror. The sight of his stiff rod filling up your behind made your cunny twitch.

"You look so pretty getting your ass stuffed," Satoru cooed as he blocked your sight, forcing your legs farther apart. He rubbed his tip against your slit, enjoying how your body jerked every time it nudged your swollen bud.

"Slowly, please, Satoru." You begged when you felt him put the head inside. "Relax yourself," You heard Suguru murmur, kissing your ears as he held your legs in place. You can tell that he's getting impatient to ram his dick inside you by the way he's slightly thrusting upward every now and then.

Satoru grabbed your face, pressing his forehead against yours as he buried himself inside your tight cunt in an agonizingly slow manner that makes your lips quiver as you sob, staring into his cerulean eyes.

"Slowly, slowly, slowly..." He whispered mockingly against your lips without kissing you. He sunk into you unhurriedly until you could only see an inch of his length. He stopped, pecking your lips before he slammed it into you, evoking a squeal from you. You felt so full having both of them inside you.

You gasped as your head fell back on Suguru's shoulder, who's now chuckling at the way your thighs shudder. The stretch gave you a burning ache, yet the gratification it brought along with it is so blindingly good.

"That's it; you're taking us so well." Suguru's fingers reached for your pearl, rubbing it soothingly as they gave you time to adjust. "Fuck, yes. Keep clenching like that." Satoru grunted as he busied himself with your tits, rubbing and tweaking your hardened peaks.

After a minute or two, they both started moving inside you, pumping in and out in perfect synchronization that made you wonder if they had all the steps planned. You gripped their shoulders and arms as they ravage your holes, rutting like their salvation is inside you.

Their growls and shattered breaths made you roll your hips against them, eliciting curses from their lips. Your walls gripped them as you felt the heat pooled in your lower abdomen. Your moans and pleas filled the room as you felt the familiar tension building inside you.

"Show us that trick again, yeah? Will you?" Satoru panted as you sobbed, nodding your head as you tried to form coherent words to answer him. Drool was trailing from your lips to your chin as you cried out when he caught your clit between his fingers, pinching it, which sent you to the edge and made you squirt all over them again.

"Ah, fuck. I'm so close" Suguru clenches his teeth as you squeeze around him. He's nearing his climax, and the way you're babbling out their names is driving him insane. Your toes are curling with every strong and unrelenting snap of their hips, causing more juices to leak out of you.

You writhed on top of them, walls fluttering around their cocks as their thrusts stuttered. You held on to Satoru's arms as he drove into you hard. He continued rocking shallowly into you as he emptied himself, groaning before slowly pulling out to watch his seed spill out of you. Suguru soon followed, hugging your waist and kissing the side of your neck as he felt you milk every last drop of his cum.

"She's fucking sweet." He panted as he kissed your cheek, lifting you off him and laying you on the bed. Your mind was blank, and your holes were still twitching from all the sensitivity and the pleasure you felt. You looked at their blurry figures as they sat on the bed, watching you shudder.

"Even prettier filled with cum." You heard Satoru chuckle before you closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion pull you into a deep and blissful slumber.

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Strangers on a Train (Geto Suguru x Reader)

Contains: cnc, groping, 'strangers', public sex, fingering, forced flashing, 'cheating', cum eating, size difference, reader being manhandled.

I'm not quite sure what made me write this other than my attempt at writing consensual non consent. The idea of someone (specifically Geto) wanting to go along with reader's fantasy of groping in public is just so hot to me. Wrote most of this in one sitting, the end was a bit of a mess though, hopefully its enjoyable! Hopefully the end is obvious enough that you can tell it was Geto the whole time. As always, reblog/comment if you enjoy! I love you all!

For a Saturday morning, the metro was a lot busier than you had anticipated. You weren't expecting too much of a crowd, but as you stepped into your usual car you were almost overwhelmed by the amount of people.

You hoped the ride would have had some bench space, as you weren't dressed for standing in a crowd. Today's plans involved a beach date with your loving boyfriend, Suguru Geto. Unfortunately you had to take a 30 minute train ride to get to the beach you were meeting him at. Your clothes little more than a cover up for the swimsuit you wore instead of underwear, and the main cover you wore being the fishnet stockings covering your legs.

Moving against the crowd a bit you planted yourself near the back exit of the train car. There weren't any seats available so you found yourself standing. Not quite against the wall, as a large man with a hat, glasses, and a bored look on his face leaned against the wall looking at the phone in his hands.

You payed the stranger no mind. There was only one stop between you and your fun beach date, maybe a seat would clear up by then.

As the train lurched forward you reached a hand up to grab the rail above your head for balance. You felt your phone vibrate against your skin. Pulling it out of the waistband of your short skirt you saw a new message from your boyfriend.

Waiting for you ♡ it read. You smiled to yourself, he was always thinking of you. Lowering your hand from the bar to text back, you weren't ready when the train jostled a little. Nothing to be alarmed about, but enough to push you into the tall man in front of you.

Your face crushing into his chest, arms reaching for support and grasping his biceps.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. You felt your face flush with embarrassment.

Before you could straighten yourself, you felt a large hand on your hip steadying you. The grip was tight, unexpected. You were too nervous to look up at him so you brought a hand to rest on top of his before pushing it away. The fingers drug down your leg across the fishnet material before returning to his own side.

Nervously you placed your phone back into the waistband and smoothed out your short skirt. His large hand had made you more anxious about your clothing choice. You weren't small in any sense of the word, but the way his hand had engulfed your hip made you blush from more than just embarrassment.

As you stood, you tried to pay more attention to your surroundings and less to the body in front of you. Glancing around you noted that the car was full mostly of people that looked like they were on their way to work. A sea of mostly men in suits.

You suddenly felt another brush against your thigh, making you almost jump out of your skin. Quickly looking down you saw the man's knee bent and gently pressing in between your plush thighs. You pressed your thighs closer together, but as you did he removed his knee. He continued to stand there as if nothing had happened.

You noted his clothing, the board shorts and tropical print shirt a contrast to those around you. Not unlike yourself. However upon looking up to note his facial features, you noticed a black face mask. The rest of his face was mostly obscured by a hat, his long black hair pulled up under it.

It was probably an accident anyway, you were both just standing on a moving train. Still the feeling of his skin rubbing against your partly clothed thighs gave you a feeling in your guts you didn't want to label.

You moved to step back a little, to create some more space between the two of you. Unfortunately you happened to step on the back of someones foot.

"Watch it!" a voice harshly whispered before elbowing you in the back. The jab you weren't expecting causing you to once again fall into the large stranger's chest.

This time, both of his hands came to rest on your hips, pressing your body tightly against his own.

Trying to keep your sound of shock in, you bit your lip as you wiggled against his grip.

He held you tighter against his noticeably sturdy body. You could feel his musculature through the thin shirt he wore.

Suddenly you felt him lifting you off of the ground and switching your spots. He sat you down as swiftly as he'd lifted you. The strength it must have taken to move you so quickly and gently had you too stunned to speak.

"Now that you're against something solid maybe you'll be less clumsy," the man's quiet voice whispered in your ear. His hands gripped your hips tighter before falling away. One coming up to the rail above your head, he leaned slightly into your space as he stood.

You looked down and leaned back, pressing into the wall trying to disappear. This whole situation was embarrassing! It was also very shameful for you, as the feeling of being manhandled in such a way lit a fire in your guts that was reserved for you darling Suguru.

Crossing your arms across your stomach in an attempt to hide yourself further, you silently willed the train to travel faster.

After a few moments of nothing strange happening you relaxed a bit. Checking your phone again you saw that you only had about twenty minutes left on this ride.

While you were looking at your phone, you didn't notice the arm above you coming to rest against the wall above your shoulder. What you did notice, however, was his other hand. It pressed lightly into your hip and slowly slid up to rest against the side of your breast.

You froze, looking up and noticing how caged in you were. You met his eyes for the first time and the heat in them made your blood run cold.

Without breaking eye contact, the stranger's hand squeezed your breast through your shirt. The thin material of your button up and swimsuit top leaving little in the way of protection against his hands kneading your soft flesh.

Leaning into you more, the hand undid a few more of the buttons on your shirt before slipping inside and cupping the skin directly. You gasped, shaking your head at the stranger.

"Please don't do this," you whispered, begging to keep your decency.

The hand inside your shirt yanked at the swimsuit top, exposing your breasts to him. He was so close to you that you doubted anyone else could see, but the thought still made your guts burn with a hot mix of shame and desire.

"Shhh," is the only response he gives you before twisting one of your nipples between his fingertips. The sensitive nub hardening at the attention.

You bit down on your lip trying hard to keep quiet and not draw attention to yourself. It felt so good and you hated it, one hand coming up to hold the arm near your face and the other coming to your lips.

His knee again nudged your legs open, this time you let him. Your plush legs parting without resistance. The sensation of his knee sliding up your thighs made you squirm. Not too much though, as you were exposed and the only thing keeping you from flashing the train was his large frame.

The hand fondling you breast squeezed harder before moving to play with the neglected nipple. A moan threatened to escape your lips but you swallowed it down like a bitter pill. Like the realization that you were enjoying being groped by a stranger.

The knee in between your thighs finally pressed against your pussy, and you knew it was unlikely he wouldn't notice how wet you were. The thrill of being caught and being forced into this situation was uncomfortably arousing.

The train lurched again, slowing to a stop. The man stepped even closer to you, shielding you even more from potential view and preventing you from escaping even if you wanted to.

Only one more stop til you met with your sweet boyfriend.

You buried your face into the chest now directly in front of you, shamefully hiding your exposed form. As you felt the train fully stop and heard the doors open, you felt the knee against your pussy grind up into you. You forced a cough from your throat in an attempt to cover up the moan escaping your lips.

The pressure the man was putting on your pussy had you clenching around nothing, barely daring to grind your hips down. The hand on your chest squeezed again before moving away, leaving you to feel you nipples rub up against his shirt. Your over sensitive body shivering at the contact.

His large hand lifted to pat your head, pressing your face into his pecks. The gentleness unexpected. You heard a muffled voice but couldn't quite make it out.

"Oh she's okay, trains make her feel ill. I'm just trying to comfort her," the smooth voice of the man trapping you against the wall said. You nodded against his chest, an affirmation to anyone watching. You knew you didn't want to meet anyone's eyes right now.

You'd assumed the person inquiring about you had left or turned away because the hand on your head slid down to your ass. Despite wearing a skirt, fishnets, and swimsuit bottoms, the grip his hand had on your ass was definitely enough to bruise. He forced you down on his knee. You could feel the bottoms you wore wetting his skin.

You pushed at the man's chest weakly, not strong enough to remove him, but more like an attempt at showing him you didn't want this.

The hand on your ass moved, making you think for a moment that this was all over as his knee also slid out from between your legs. You sighed, attempting to move back but you were just pushed more into the wall.

Instead of looking up to meat the eyes of the man groping you, you glanced around again. No one was looking in your direction, but plenty of people were around you.

Your moment of reprieve was short lived as his hands switched places. The hand by your shoulder dropping to your hip while the other moved up next to your head against the wall. The angle and position change, though slight, now cornered you even more.

The hand on your hip slid down, rubbing circles into your fishnet-clad thighs. His fingers traced the hem of your skirt before slipping up under the thin material and moving toward your soaked pussy.

Your hand again shot up to cover your mouth as the thick fingers slipped your bottoms to the side and slid in through the holes in your fishnets to caress your folds gently. His finger circling your clit gently before pinching at the sensitive bud.

Choking on a moan, you again coughed, burying you head in his chest and clutching the bicep near your head. You were glad you'd braced yourself as you felt his finger slip down and stroke at your tight hole. Swirling around your juices a little before it began pressing into you, it was an easy fit considering how wet you were.

With how easy the first on slid in, he quickly added another alongside it and you felt yourself stretch on the thick digits. He wasn't thrusting much, but crooking his fingers to rub against the spongy spot inside of you. You felt your legs quiver, the pleasure too much. You bit hard into the meat of your palm to keep the noises inside.

"Such a slut, going to squirt on a stranger's hand are you?" he whispered into your ear before resting his chin on top of your head. The height difference and his ability to fully engulf you while still having his fingers buried inside of you turned you on even more than his words.

The train hit another bump, forcing his fingers deeper into your pussy. You felt tears prick your eyes at the overwhelming feeling. Being stretched open in front of a crowd by a sexy stranger. And he was right, you were close to climax already. It's as if he knew exactly where to touch you.

You felt his thumb swirl around your clit as the two other fingers sharply thrust up into your pussy. The added pleasure made your legs almost give out, you were thankful for his large frame hiding your trembling body.

You could feel your pussy clenching around his fingers. So close to climax.

The thought of your sweet Suguru waiting for you entered your mind, at the same time his thumb pressed harshly into your clit as his fingers sped up.

Turning your head, you bit into the stranger's arm to keep quiet. You felt more than heard him groan. You were too distracted by the cum gushing into his hand as you finally finished to care. The hot wet feeling of orgasm flooding your whole body as you squeezed his hand between your legs.

He rubbed a few more circles around your sensitive clit before his hand slid out from your bottoms. He was careful not to get any on your skirt, and you were thankful for that. Bringing his hand up between the two of you he pressed his soaked fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth without much resistance and quickly sucked your own release from his fingers.

You felt dizzy, but took your hands off of him to button your shirt back up. He didn't interrupt you at all. Now fully covered, you leaned away from him and against the wall, sighing as you noticed the train slowing again.

That was simultaneously the longest and fastest thirty minutes of your life.

Adjusting your skirt and making sure you were no longer exposed you stepped away from the stranger as the train fully stopped. You felt him turn behind you, following. But you paid him no mind.

Stepping outside the train car and walking a few steps away you stood, waiting.

An arm wrapped itself around your shoulder, before you could look up you felt a kiss pressed into the crown of your head followed by a hat being placed on you.

Turning to look you saw your sweet boyfriend, Suguru Geto, reading glasses perched on his nose and a black face mask dangling from his ear. You leaned into his large, sturdy frame. Face rubbing against the thin material of his tropical print shirt.

"Hopefully the ride was to your liking, sweetheart. We have a long day at the beach ahead of us!" he winked at you before whisking you off the platform and out into the sun.

JAKE AND READER WATCHING 🌽 TOGETHER PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏

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you set up your computer at the foot of the bed—the screen in front of you blown up to full size—as you crawled back to your boyfriend.

“whoever cums first loses,” he grinned.

the two of you sprawled out, naked legs intertwining, as one of jake’s arms reached toward the mousepad—clicking the play button just as pornographic moans ripped from the speakers.

and that’s when you began.

two of your fingers tapped your clit—smearing slick along the expanse of your slit. you bit your lip, eyes rolling as they flicked in the direction of your boyfriend.

jake’s hand wrapped around his chubbed hard-on. his thumb ran along the veins of his cock, slowly—almost teasingly—making its way to the sticky slit of his swollen, mushroom tip. “f-fuck…” his other hand ran through his hair as his head fell back.

“hah…” you gasped, slipping a finger between the precum-lathered walls of your cunt. “you sensitive already, jakey?” you laughed breathlessly, your ring finger forcing itself between your clenching walls as you fucked yourself at a steady pace.

“no… n-no way, you wish… ngh!” he gritted his teeth, still fisting his cock, letting his head snap toward the screen.

all of this had started because of the competitive nature of your relationship. playful kisses had turned into a playful argument about who was easier—who came the quickest. “aww… baby, you know how good i make you feel,” you cooed, condescendingly twirling your fingers in his black locs as you smiled against his neck.

“maybe.” his grip on your waist tightened, pressing you into the tenting bulge in his pants. “but don’t i make you feel better?” he groaned against the shell of your ear—proposing there was only one way to find out.

on the screen, the girl was face-down, her leg propped on the counter as her partner ravished her. cum dripped from her slick-glistening folds, his moans guttural and uncontrolled as he fucked into her at a relentless pace despite having already come so many times.

the video reminded you two of yourselves.

“shit… i’m close,” jake huffed, squeezing his shaft hard, like he was trying to milk himself dry. “m-me too.” you frowned, back arching into your touch as three fingers thrust into you, your thumb massaging your clit. one hand worked your nipples—pinching the sensitive buds between your thumb and index finger.

“t-truce? please, ‘wanna watch you cum, angel,” your boyfriend whined, sounding eerily like the man on screen as his orgasm grew closer.

“yeah… mpf! oh my god, jake, baby!” you swore, head spinning, dizzy with need.

so was jake’s. he tugged his cock—sore and throbbing—pre-cum slicking his hand.

“cum with me, please, please… ‘want to cum together, y/n.”

“mhm..! fuck, i’ll cum with you, baby. just—ah! hah… oh, shit!” your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, warmth blooming in your core as you rode it out.

you could feel spurts of jake’s cum paint your mound, globs of pearly white dripping down your cunt as your hips jerked—clear liquid shooting from your fluttering hole as you screamed like the woman in the video.

the sheets beneath you were soaked—ruined by the slobbery, slicked-up mess you and your boyfriend had made.

the video on the screen had faded to black, the next one auto-playing.

“fuck…” your thighs trembled. jake breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath, while the two of you chuckled at the mess you’d made.

when your heads turned to the screen again, a new video was playing. “we should try that next,” he grinned.

“think you’d last?” you cocked your head, smirking as you sat up on your elbows. “is that a challenge?”

“only if you’re not willing to admit you’d cum first.”

you rolled your eyes. “challenge accepted.”

he squinted, sitting up—already preparing for round two.

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‘ look so gorgeous like this, this what you wanted ? ‘ she kept her eyes fixated onto your body, watching the way you struggled to bounce on her strap, urging to fuck up into you, but she only observed. ‘ feels so good. ' you nodded at her question, panting on low breaths and giving in all your effort. the friction of her strap against her from your movements made you earn a hiss from her as she tossed her head back onto the head rest.

her hands roamed all over your body, your thighs, your waist, your perked tits that spilled out of your skimpy shirt, to the fat of your ass. vi latched her mouth onto one of your pebbled nipples, sucking and swirling as the quietest whimpers escaped your mouth ever so often. you pink charmed nails digging into her chest, if there was a pain she liked, it was this. ‘ fuck i— i cant do it. ‘ you confessed, feeling the lack of movement you began to have as you looked at her worriedly.

‘ shh i’m right here, i got you, angel. ‘ she whispered before pecking your lips, marking some of your gloss onto her plumped lips. she grabbed ahold of your ass and quickly drilled into you from underneath. her cock punching your spot, each nudge against your cervix causing your breath to stutter and your stomach to tighten. ‘ oh my god .. ‘ you mewled, vi looked up at you to see you with furrowed eyebrows and shut eyes.

‘ such a pretty girl, shittt— wanna take you home with me, treat you so good. you want that ? ‘ she groaned, hearing your heavy breaths. you nodded in no hesitation, making her chuckle, you were so cute. ‘ i wanna cum .. pleaseplease— ‘ you beg as one of her hands travel to your cunt, her fingers brushing your puffy clit. ‘ aw fuck— look at you.. that it ? could you imagine it, being able to you up ? make you mine ? you like that sound of that ? ‘ she quizzed, watching your expressions as you were close.

‘ yesyesyes, please. want you to fill me .. make me full— ! ' you blabbered all kinds of words, wanting her to breed you if it were possible. she wastes no time in plowing into you, hips snapping up faster and faster at a pace and force that she’s certain could’ve shattered your hips if you weren't human. you felt yourself clench around her again, this time tighter than before as you both felt yourself at your peak, your tiny moans doing it for her. ‘ don't stop, ohmygod. ‘ your mouth fell open.

‘ i won't, princess. cmon, give me all of it, ‘ vi encouraged. it makes you flustered up again, the fact that someone as attractive as her is taking pleasure in you, when it was the least you ever expected. a large cry rips free from your throat with her thrusting into you and rubbing on your clit. ‘ fuckkk— needa make you mine forever. ‘ she spoke into your ear. vi felt herself closer and closer, your cunt drenching her strap as you came with her. surprisingly, wetting her abdomen.

you both can barely breathe as the only thing being heard between you were pants. remained buried into you, she furrows her brows and rests her forehead against you for a moment before her thumb wipes away your rolled down tears, then you're looking down at her with lidded eyes.

‘ you okay, precious ? ‘ she questions gently before pressing a kiss to your nose. ‘ was it too much ? ‘ she looks at you concerned. you widen your eyes as you shake your head with a reassuring smile ‘ god no, not at all, promise. it was perfect. ‘ she laughs in relief, mirroring your joy before bringing you into a kiss, reveling in your quick bubbly state.

‘ taking you home with me, ‘

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