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The hot sun of mid-June burns through the windows. The metro is completely packed, full of human bodies pressing against each other.
And Majima is so damn irritated. He could go even more insane than he currently is if it weren’t for the sweet smell of coconut shampoo coming from the woman in front of her that keeps him grounded.
She is trapped between him and the train doors, his front pressed against her back, and he shamelessly inhales the sweet scent coming from her hair to calm his temper just a bit.
Damn, he loves it when she wears his favorite shampoo.
“Come on now, you’re starting to look like a creep.” The tone in Makoto’s voice shows that she’s just as irritated as Majima is, frowning at him over her shoulder.
“Can’t help it, Makoto. Ya know how much I hate ridin’ the Metro, especially durin’ rush hour.” He keeps taking in the addictive scent of her silky hair. “And you also know how fuckin’ much I love it when your hair smells like coconut.”
Not even the sun casting on her right now could make her blush the way Majima did whenever he showers her with praises and compliments, making her feel loved. A small smile appears on her face at the sentiment, but that doesn’t stop what he’s doing from looking weird in other people’s eyes.
“Well, it’s still a while before we get to Shinjuku so you’re gonna have to find a way to kill time.” Though, she thinks that’s probably not a bright idea considering the position they’re in right now.
Makoto starts hearing rustling behind her, thinking he probably came up with something to do in the cramped train when suddenly, she feels his breath on her ear and a quiet gasp escapes her.
“So, anythin’ fine with ya, then?” Majima whispers in her ear, not trying to hide the lust that his voice carries.
It sends a chill down Makoto’s spine, curiosity getting the best out of her. “W-Why? What did you have in-”
She doesn’t get the chance to finish that thought as she feels Majima nip at her earlobe, making her yelp and pretty much forgetting where they are now.
“Shhh. Ya gotta be quiet, babe.” Seduction dripping out of his mouth. He starts leaving wet kisses on the back of her neck, down her shoulder, glad that she’s wearing a pink sundress that gives him quick access to her soft skin.
Makoto struggles to keep her moans down as Majima keeps worshipping her skin with his lips and whispering sweet nothings to her ear. Her body starts to become heated, aroused as his naked hands travel down her body. The rustling from before was probably him taking off his gloves, she thinks.
She feels his hands get inside her sundress from behind and before she can ask what he is trying to do, she lets out a loud moan when his hands grab her ass and squeeze it firmly.
“G-Goro…” Makoto bites her bottom lip as she looks around the train. It seems nobody heard her, but if this keeps going…
Majima brings a hand to her front and starts rubbing her pussy through her panties, realizing how wet they are already.
She cannot stop the small whimpers coming out of her as he keeps working her. “Goro, w-wait… I don’t think-”
“I know this is turnin’ you on, Makoto. Am I right?” Majima smirks and gets one finger inside her panties and starts working her aching clit, feeling little by little how she breaks. “Fuck, I just got in and my finger’s already soaked.”
Makoto can barely breathe and it’s becoming impossible for her to keep her mouth from moaning at the delicious pleasure Majima is torturing her with.
In a moment of clarity, she tries to reach behind her with one hand and she fidgets a bit until she finds it.
Well, two can play that game and she starts feeling his hard cock through his leather pants, the tightness of it making it easier for her to grab it and squeeze it firmly.
He growls in her ear, making her body vibrate. Majima pulls Makoto’s panties to the side and gets one finger inside her dripping sex, while his thumb keeps rubbing the swollen nub above.
“Goro, don’t stop…” The heat in Makoto’s voice is more than enough for Majima to do as she wishes and get another finger inside, hitting that sweet spot of hers and sending her soaring.
She finds some strength in her and starts grinding her ass against his clothed erection, feeling his groans throughout her body. “Fuck, Makoto.”
Majima pumps his fingers in and out of her mercilessly, making it inevitable for her to moan loud. They really are doing this in front of a lot of people, but fuck it, he just wants to hear those sexy sounds that never fail to make his dick throb.
While he keeps working her pussy hard, he reaches for her front with his free hand and grabs one of her breasts from under her dress and twists her hard nipple between his fingers. She jumps at the contact, her ass grinding hard against him which got an animalistic growl out of him.
Makoto feels it’s too much and not enough at the same time, so she grabs her free breast and works her nipple in sync with Majima. She doesn’t bother to keep quiet anymore, moaning freely and lewdly in the packed train.
At the back of her head, she wonders if people really don’t hear them, or they are just simply ignoring them. She only hopes no one thinks she’s being sexually harassed and tries to ‘help her’…
Because she’d punch the poor idiot in the throat for interrupting them.
Makoto’s legs start shaking and Majima’s rhythm starts faltering, indicative that they’re both close. Her cute butt making friction with his aching groin over and over, and him fucking her hard and fast with his fingers as he gropes her breast, her doing the same, can only feel better knowing they’re doing this with a live crowd.
“Goro, please~” Makoto purrs as Majima keeps pumping his digits in and out of her deliciously, just like he knows.
“Fuck, baby. You make it hard to say no to ya.” The way she rubs his painful erection with her ass makes him groan loud in her ear.
Flushed and close, they work faster on each other until they both reach the climax, they oh so desperately chase. Makoto is the first one to let go with a drowned moan of his name, her body stiffens as her blissful release showers the fingers working her through it with some of it sliding down her legs.
Her body feels weak, and she puts her hands on the door for support as Majima grabs her by the hips to finish the job for her. One hard rub on her rear and he sees white, feeling his cock bursting with his hot cum inside his pants, going from growling her name to moaning now that he feels relieved.
They feel hotter and more uncomfortable thanks to their releases sticking to their bodies and clothes.
Yet, the irritation washed away.
They try to catch their breath, Majima rearranging Makoto’s panties and getting his hands out of her dress and somehow, her breast and sex feel cold, missing his warm touch. She straightens up, pulling away from his now soft groin and she hears him whimper, missing his contact with her just as much.
They both look around the train and all the passengers still seem unaware (or uninterested) to what they just did. They smile at each other, mischief and love mixed in their expressions.
“Next stop, Shinjuku-Nishiguchi. We’ll be arriving shortly. Thank you very much.”
“Well, that’s our stop.” Majima huffs, thankful that the annoying trip ended. Though he figures it wasn’t that bad this time around.
“I still can’t believe we did that.” Makoto mutters, clearly embarrassed and still flushed but with a coy smile on her face.
The doors open and they step outside, all the bodies that were cramped in there pushing and walking fast. Out of the station and on their way to their apartment in Kamurocho, they share a loving kiss, though not free of the lust that build up moments ago.
They walk home fast as they hold hands, desire pooling in their stomachs yet again.
They both think they wouldn’t mind doing something like that again.