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Precious Tear ear cuff by Alan Crocetti

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Theodore Nott was like a cat: curious, jumpy and a little bit mischievous. Honestly, a bit more mischievous. But this time it was pure curiosity. 

He opened the door carefully, making sure he would go unnoticed. The rhythm intensifying, the louder moaning, the sound of flesh together – how could one resist such temptations?

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This can’t be happening.

After all that she went through in her last gane, he can’t be this saddistic.

He can. She is so concentrated on the throbbing between her legs that she doesn’t realize when he’s sitting down next to her.

Her lips tremble with a little quiet moan while the little vibrator stuck between her folds edges her again. Chishiya chuckels as the vibration stops and she is suddenly more clear. Himiko frowns but doesn’t have the energy to move more.

- You find this funny?

- Delightful, actually.

She wants to say another thing but she’s yet again stopped by the vibrations that keep her so painfully close to orgasm. Himiko breathes in and tries to focus on Usagi’s swimming, unsuccessfully.

- It’s been 3 hours, stop already.

His half smile is more enfuriating when the vibrator starts again, this time with a longer hold and she really believes he’s granting her that sweet release. But he’s not and tears slip through her eyes. If it wouldn’t be so public he would actually try to help her come, but voyeurs were never a thing for him.

The tears are too much though, he must have overestimated the situation somehow. She tries to hide a sobb when the vibrations start again, short and repetitive.

- Beg me to stop and I might.

She almost yells at him.

- Please.

- That’s not really begging isn’t it?

- Please, Chishiya.

She is serious and he knows it too, the look on her face is priceless though. So messed up, edged so many times and so willing to come - if he would as much as put a finger on her she might collapse.

- Get up, go to my room and undress.

She is too dizzy to process, but she does it. Anything for the release she’s chasing.

The buzzer starts a few times until she gets there but once she drops her bikkini bottoms to the floor the temptation to just get it out and use her fingers is so big, she almost gives in. She likes the challenge but maybe this time it was too far.

He finds her with her hands almost touching that bundle of nerves in her core, only one more second and she might have slipped.

- Such a good girl for me.

He kneels between her legs and once the vibrator starts once more, his lips - barely touching her clit - form one single word:

- Come.

And she does, while his tongue is now caressing every inch of her womanhood to help her ride the so-long-waited orgasm. She slips somewhere between conscious and unconscious for a few moments and opens her eyes to Chishya replacing the little gadget with his own fingers. He touches all the right spots and his mouth is still on her kissing, licking and sucking every sensitive area and she’s once more tensing with an orgasm.

His other hand is busy with his own issue: his grown bulge threatening to spill any second now, at the sight of her.

They find release together: he hits something inside her that feels so unholly and sweet while she scream his name for the whole Beach to hear.

He’s the one standing up first, wetting a towel and cleaning her after all her arousal went down her legs together with his release now.

Himiko snores softly once he reaches to cover her up with a blanket. He takes one of the books she has around and sits on the chair by the window.

The vinrator buzzes in weird rythms now, discarded on the floor. Chishiya looks for someone in the crowd of partying people.

…..

Kuina is holding a little remote with only one button, staring at it with annoyance and pressing it rythmically. He asked her to hold on to it and not press it but he should know better.

Besides, he didn’t tell her what it does, of course she pressed it. And so many times with no result!

Disappointing.

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Long time no see! Let’s say this is just a thought I had one day - nothing much but I sure hope you like it!

No beta. Smut, explicit content

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☠️ Chishiya Shuntaro One Shot - Spicy

Another part of Open Doors fanfiction - can be read by itself & in any particular order with the others. You can find the other parts at the end of this story.

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 FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES: 

She watched all of the groups sent to the slaughter. Some of them were actually happy, enthusiastic even, the Hatter created a religion. They went into these games as a way to fulfill a greater purpose – that she was quite sure they didn’t understand. But for many of them, it was the only way to survive. People need hope, hope comes from faith, faith is created by humans. No faith has ever belonged to a God, it has always been man-made the way it suited the said man best. Essentially, humans needed other humans to move forward and that was very well put into perspective at the Beach.

He joined rather recently, but he didn’t want to be there. It was clear as daylight, he only wanted the advantages, not the conditions.

Himiko related. She was well aware that the Hatter was supposed to be the first to leave when the time came, although she doubted the theory. But just in case it was true, she won’t let him, of all people, go back tot the real world. He did some good to these panicked people, but she could sense the madness in his utopia from the beginning. She was going to steal the cards, but now it was pretty clear there is some competition for this.

Chishiya had a small group, a spades player she recognized from other games and 2 girls that looked like they were friends. Not very useful to him and he looked displeased. She smiled, she would be displeased too, to say the least.  

But it must be an easy game, he just recently came in and although he was an asset, bringing in an 8 of diamonds and winning a few games recently for the Beach, they wouldn’t force him into taking all the difficult ones. They had her for this.

He caught her attention and Himiko knew she caught his as well. And not only from an intelligence point of view.

They went to the cars and she followed. She just finished a 5 of hearts yesterday, painful as it is supposed to be, but she finished it - safe for another 5 days. A little voice in her head told her she’s not being rational, but she went anyways, taking the last seat in the car. Sometimes she didn’t like the little voice, sometimes she needed to feel the thrill she never felt in her old, boring, pre-thought life. Besides, it was for research. Her teachers would be proud. Only she researched her latest blonde-haired and cunning obsession.

The spades player wanted to protest but a single look from her told him that he’d better keep his mouth shut. Mentally she took a note on his behavior, he was there to help Chishiya in case it was actually a spades game. They’re always paired like that: a brainy one and a strong one. Now he had her as his responsibility too, as the Hatter wouldn’t be able to blame her if she dies. He’d blame the spades player, the one supposed to bodyguard the most powerful diamond of the beach. And now the heart too. No wonder they despised her, although she didn’t really mind.

Himiko has recently concluded that Hearts are needed on every game. Almost everything could be conquered if you had the right tools. People were often the best ones. Her mind works like a chess table, if the pawns would have feelings too. She knows how to play the crying, the sad, the scared.

As opposed to the classic chess Chishiya was playing.

There was a point in these games when feelings took over and she wanted to see for herself if he took this into account. He seemed good at chess, but in this world a bit of poker was needed too.

They drove to an ice-cream shop in silence. She knew the place, usually she’d stop by whenever she got a bit of time between classes to get a cone or two, but now it looked way less joyful than before.

The spades boy looked like he wanted to tell her not to enter, but she was the first to step in. Chishiya followed. He was aware she played a good game just a few days back. He was in fact aware of all the games Himiko played, just as she was.

Chishiya realized quickly she’s not here to play the card game. She’s here to play him.

At this point it felt like a competition, he was sure she’s not on the beach to gain cards, although her intentions were not that easy to figure out. He didn’t really read her and it was frustrating, he wanted to know if she had a plan – she often seemed like she had, but he’s seen no development.

He searched for clues, he felt a bit obsessed but noticed Himiko was quite aware of him too. It was a game of cat and mouse and he wasn’t really sure which one is which at any point. He befriended this girl that talks to Himiko from time to time and found out what her room is, but he didn’t find anything in there either. No signs of a masterplan, but he did find her so many times in so many ways and shamelessly replayed everything he saw whenever he felt necessary. It was more often than what he’d like to admit. He was still a man and she was so intriguing. He didn’t know what got him off, her body or her mind.

She watched him with just as much interest and followed every move. She was amused in the way he spied on her but Himiko was aware she wasn’t very subtle either. Only more controlled, but she guessed this is just how men were. In her limited experience but through her vast curiosity, she learnt that men often think of women’s body more than women’s minds. Which she never minded too much, it was an advantage. Now she got herself a rival of the other sex, as she was pretty sure not her body was the one that interested in, although she wouldn’t mind if it was. Himiko wasn’t clear whether he realized he’s been caught a few times, but he was indeed a pleasant spy to have and she sometimes liked to put on a show.

Somewhere in her mind the wheels were spinning against her will, formulating all the contexts that might determine him to act on it. He’d need a push, but he’d think it’s his idea. She’ll find that perfect-timed push at some point and he’ll still think it’s his idea. He’s narcissistic, that was for sure. He breathes condescension and his eyes lighten up only with superiority. But she did saw him coming alive for something else too. Her.  

There were a few other players joining in the small entryway of the shop, forcing Himiko to jump to sit on the counter so she wouldn’t feel to close and trapped. A slight claustrophobia was messing with her mind since childhood but she usually simply ignored it. He side-eyed her carefully but didn’t react.

The phones blinked at once, a 1 of spades. Well, a bad day for the spades guy it seems. And for everyone else apart from her, as that meant they’ll play again tomorrow.

Resistance wasn’t her asset, but it was supposed to be a really easy one. The game indicated to form pairs by putting on handcuffs, and she saw the two friends together. They weren’t very smart, one of them could have got the spades guy, since Chishiya seemed determined not to move from where he was standing, next to her. The spades guy looked lost and confused, watching both of them. Did Chishiya think he’s going to be okay since it’s just the 1 of spades or did he count on her non-existent physical abilities? She did survive a lot – but not a lot of spades games. Most of the people at the Beach knew this, never questioned why a militant usually guards her on her games. Many ended up dead on heart games with only one winner. It’s her life or theirs.  

Chishiya didn’t ask, he just put on a handcuff and waited with his hand next to her. She chuckled and grabbed the other handcuffed, locking it around her hand.

He didn’t bother to remember the spade player, he wasn’t going to keep track of someone who might die by the end of the night. He watched the woman move her hands to his wrist and handcuffed herself to him with very gracious movements. It could have been even erotic and he could swear she did it on purpose. He sent her an amused grin, it was definitely his game.

They entered the sitting area of the shop and noticed a wide opened door. Chishiya stepped in, dragging Himiko with him too, although she wasn’t too happy about it. Normally she would let others find out what’s happening in a spades game, but she didn’t comment. And she didn’t have to, he felt her indignation the same second he stepped in, but she failed to notice the cold room doors in that corridor.

One for each pair. It was a game of resistance to cold, which was unfortunate for the Beach players dressed so lightly. The rest of the players had a better chance, none of them was wearing a bikini top and a short silk skirt like she was. He was wearing a hoodie but since they were handcuffed even if he would want to offer her the jacket – which she knew it won’t happen with the self-preservation instinct he had– he couldn’t undress and she couldn’t put it on given their handcuffs.

The voice explained the rules, both players need to resist 8 hours.

They both entered the room, Himiko remaining collected but well aware of the shit-situation she were in. He was wearing shorts, there’s no way he’ll be fine but it was way more than what she had. The cold room was empty with the exception of 1 sleeping bag in the left corner and a small fire on the right. The door closed behind them and they heard the click of a lock breaking the silence.

They both sighed at their situation. She dragged him to the sleep bag so they could both stay next to the candle before he could say anything – her efforts were soon to be diminished as the sleeping bag couldn’t be moved, glued to the ground.

- We should move to the fire, it gives heat for the both of us.

- It’s not a fireplace. I know you, boys, have difficulties with dimensions but that won’t do for me. She smiled to his frown. He was taken aback, she doesn’t speak much at the Beach. But it seemed she does have quite a sharp tongue when she wants.

He didn’t answer as he dragged her there, outpowering her by far. He didn’t chose to play with her for the non-existent physical abilities, indeed. It was research for him too.

“How nice, two nerds doing their research, risking their lives.”- she thought. With him, it was an ego battle in the end but she was actually worried for the situation.

They sat by the and although there was a little heat coming from it, it wasn’t too powerful. He tried to ignore her grumbling and her teeth chattering. It was the only sound for a long time, Chishiya didn’t know how to figure out how long exactly. It was getting on his nerves and there was even a bit of worry cradling his empty conscience.

For the game and his life, although he wouldn’t admit it but the slight shade of purple she was turning into didn’t make him feel great about himself.

Although it didn’t show, there was something in her eyes when she delivered that little joke of hers regarding the fire. Similar to what he saw when she jumped on the counter. He would say it was a masked fear of things she miscalculated. She was a hearts player, not a diamond one after all. Although there were just as mind-consuming and she was definitely smart, emotions were easier to play for her. It wasn’t the case for him but since he met her, he tried to notice and break through the poker face.

She miscalculated and now her brain was freezing too.

She had some limitations, not faults – she didn’t create them, they just existed around her. Her body seemed to be one of them.

He watched the girl – now too tired to talk – sitting with her knees to her chest on the cold floor. The silky skirt didn’t do much for her, probably. She looked like she was barely awake although he could see how she fought the urge to fall asleep – he wasn’t sure if she knew what the steps to hypothermia were, but she was definitely on that road and fighting it.  

They needed to come back alive together to clear the game. Chishiya sighed and jumped to his feet, dragging her hand with him. She didn’t even turn her head to him, barely keeping her eyes open. She didn’t seem to want to move too much either. He thought for a second if it was even worth the effort. Of course it was, he just didn’t want to look like he cared and his conscience – which was a very little voice but it existed – urged him to move her. And besides, he needed to live too.

Himiko felt like she was floating, her head resting on something a bit warmer this time. She didn’t feel her legs but she did keep her eyes open. Her legs were there, she saw them. It took her another moment to realize Chishiya was carrying her to the sleep bag. He didn’t feel her weight. He wasn’t very muscular, but she was very small, short and slim, like she hasn’t eaten in a while. Chishiya noticed she doesn’t, like she wouldn’t trust the food offered by the beach. Since then, he followed her example – only choosing sealed food.

He put her down and checked her vitals.

She felt his hands on her body, checking her pulse, her temperature as rudimentary as it could be checked and heard a small word which she identified as ‘fuck’. He closed the sleeping bag and she fought again the urge to fall asleep. She knew well what hypothermia meant and she was almost annoyed she got herself in this situation.

- Yes, I am pissed to, you could’ve stayed on the Beach.

She didn’t realized she voiced her thoughts out loud but she managed to chuckle.

- Where would be the fun in that.

Her voice was so small and her heart rate was mirroring it. It was dangerous, now that he was sure her body didn’t really match the power of her mind. Judging by her usual skin color, she was probably anemic too which wasn’t helping with her situation. He swore again when he noticed her eyes closing and opened the sleeping bag. He got his hoodie off and although he wasn’t very warm, he knew his body heat would be better than nothing at this point.

She didn’t feel his hands over her stomach at first, or his chest pressed against her back. Nor his legs in between her own. A few minutes passed by and she realized she was never hugged so tightly as Chishiya did right now. And although she was pretty sure she was dying and it was just necessary, she felt herself smiling a little. It wasn’t her usual smile, it was just her realization, a pure contentment that she actually got to feel someone this close before dying. The child inside felt closer and besides her small smile, tears were threatening to show up.  

It was the hypothermia. It made her think of the past she so often turned her back to and now she became emotional in the arms of the most emotionless person she met.

- Don’t close your eyes, okay?

She nodded and her hair brushed his face, she smelled like oranges and chocolate. He was suddenly more aware of his hands being so close to her breasts and the curve of her ass fitting so well right into his lap. He was becoming aware of just how well she fitted in there and that it was so rare that he had someone so close to him. He breathed in, oranges and chocolate imprinted in the air. Her tiny hands were still shaking and her legs were still so cold.

His mind went into so many different directions with her like that, glued to his body and it became a bit more difficult to think. For him, that was weird, scarry and new. He forced himself to think, to find a solution.

His mind was his strength and he didn’t like the feeling. However, his mind and body found the twist together. A way to warm her up and have his own fascination fueled up.

His hands were moving now, telling himself he’s trying to warm her up. But soon, they found her breasts and stayed there longer. He felt her hardened nipples through the bikini and although it wasn’t necessary, he pinched. The small sound escaping her was much more exciting that it should have been.

She felt his breath on her neck, the context was very inappropriate for her to think of how erotic it was. But she did anyway. She slightly moved her hips and felt him hard against her. She moved again so his growing crotch would fit right at her core and he pinched her nipples harder, as he let a barely audible gasp.

Finding a sensitive spot, he kissed her neck, making her twitch with anticipation. She moaned loudly when he bit and she felt his smile against her skin, only for a second. As his hand moved to her most sensitive zone without any warning. His hand was barely touching her but the knowledge, the simple thought made her rub herself against him more, trying to get some friction.

He was sure she was awake now and he knew it was a good method to keep her warm, make her blood move. That’s why he bit her neck again as one of his fingers danced around her clit. That’s why his other hand moved up her bikini top with no hesitation and grabbed her breast greedily. That’s why he pulled her closer, burying his manhood into her ass.

Her moans filled the small room, feeling herself get wetter and he didn’t even remove her skirt yet. And that damn bikini either. She wanted to tell him, she wanted him to simply take her, but the sounds didn’t came out as words but moans and whimpers.

Himiko forgot where she is, how they got there, her so-called research. All she knew is how her body moved against his and how his hands didn’t move fast enough to let her have her release.

He would gladly offer her that but he remembered he had her for only this game. He wanted her to moan, to groan, to scream. Preferably his name.

To her, it was a torture and an eternity before his hand moved under the skirt, still blocked by the fabric of her swimsuit. Still to far, Chishiya’s hand moved like feathers on her, she felt the ghosts of his fingers over the fabric and whined in frustration. He smiled and she didn’t expect his fingers to push so forcefully through the thin material at one, making her scream. Only to be disappointed just a few moments later when the contact broke.

She was wet, still dressed and trembling not from the cold but from his edging. She felt his other hand move to her stomach, bringing her even closer – if that was even possible – and then he moved creating the much needed friction she needed. She was distracted and she didn’t feel the panties being moved to the side, not that they covered too much from the beginning. He inserted his finger with no warning and she screamed his name. Pleased with how wet she was and her reaction he inserted a second one and stood still, reveling in the feeling of her warmth. Imagining how she would feel around his member. She started moving but his hand on her stomach kept her still.

Her mind was dizzy, still affected by the hours spent in the cold – although she felt the warmth in each of her bones and muscles. And especially around his fingers that slightly, just slightly twitched, making her whimper more, almost crying.

The voice announced the ending of the game and her mind didn’t register it either. Only then Chishiya started moving, fast and meticulously, hitting a point inside her that made her head fall back on his shoulder and made her scream profanities that she didn’t even realize she knew. He smiled, finally letting her have her orgasm as he heard his name somewhere in between all the mumbled words.

He didn’t know what time it was, his plan was to keep her in that state as much as possible – and maybe, just maybe he thought of doing more. If necessary of course. The voice cut his fun short, but he jumped to his feet and closed his hoodie, praying that it was long enough to cover his aching boner. He’ll have to take care of that later.

She didn’t move for a few minutes, realizing he simply got up his feet and left. In the back of her mind she knew he kept her alive. Both of them, at the end of the day. She understood what happened and somehow there was a tiny shiver of disappointment and sadness going through her body. She breathed out silently.

He didn’t say anything as he opened the door and waited for her to rise up. She sure took her time, but when she got up it was like the past 8 hours have never happened. Her face was the perfect image of tranquility and boredom. It bothered him, but it didn’t show up on his face either.

They left the room silently, finding the 2 girls in the entryway, looking pale and cold – together with other players in a similar state. They went past them not knowing they still had a slight flush on their faces, very different to the purple skin the others shared.

There was no sign of the spades player, so Chishiya drove. They both knew they sentenced him to death. And they didn’t even have the conclusions of their researches.

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Hope you liked it ☠️

I’ll put them together in a wattpad story too, but ‘till then...

Here are the other parts, in the chronological order but as mentioned they can be read however you want. 

Open Doors - here

For Research Purposes (this one) 

Wet Motion - here

Drifting in Flashes - here

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Another chapter on my Chishiya x OC fanfiction. 

Smut references. 

Can be read in any particular order, does not need previous information. Previous works:

Open Doors - https://rubythoughts.tumblr.com/post/707171827683852288/open-doors-chishiya-shuntaro-one-shot-alice-in

Wet Motion - https://rubythoughts.tumblr.com/post/707448098681667584/wet-motion-alice-in-borderland-chishiya

Drifting in flashes

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Her hands moved methodically and Chishiya couldn’t help but look impressed, although in his state he should have conserved the energy. She noticed his shocked look – a rare sight – but she didn’t offer any sign of explaining herself.

Himiko’s fingers were easy on his skin, moving fast and he noticed how she didn’t even flinch when her fingers dug for the bullet. He, however, growled. Loudly.

-Shhh. They’ll hear. She said quietly but clear enough. He knew they’d hear but the damn woman just got a bullet out of him, she could have expected it. It wasn’t really an usual sight, Chishiya was never shoot before and probably because he was always sent to games with a spades player. This time they sent them together.

The Hatter found this new game arena, far and remote. Actually, some militant found it, but the hatter decided it must be the 10th of Hearts. So, he sent a heart player and a diamond player, the best he had. Chishiya knew his life is in danger, a heart game could have meant only one winner. But nothing could have been done, he had bigger chances of winning that than running away from the Beach. He calculated the odds and went with the best result. Although there was a rough emotion that he didn’t feel before in his heart – it blurred his vision and mind. He refused it and it still was there. An emotion having no less than the height, weight and shape of the woman next to him.

Indeed, the game was a high number, not one that they had in their so-called pack – but definitely not one Himiko and Chishiya should have tackled.

Her hands moved as fast as possible, closing the wound. She got a first kit aid in her backpack at all times, a basic one, but the sewing kit… she lost so much of their time just searching for it in the abandoned school. She focused on her hands, fearing that her mind might drift in panic. Chishiya was paler than usual and that was bad. She finished, cleaned the wound and searched for any kind of medicine available and not expired. The place was scarce, but she gave him an ibuprofen which won’t do the job, but at least ease the situation a little.

For him, a mystery has been unfolded. And although the pain was cruel, the irony was even worse. She was so much like him and now they also shared their past profession. Something he desperately wanted to forget. The life that made him hollow also cleared her of emotions.

He watched her sewing the wound with precision, not a moment of uncertainty bothering her mind. He was hypnotized and he shamefully realized that the feelings were all reflected on his face. It was the pain, it made him vulnerable. It made him think of her in ways he didn’t allow himself to. It made him realize she shouldn’t have been there with him, doomed as he was.

When she gave him the ibuprofen, she even dared to look like she pitied him. Fucking wounds.

The shooters were probably searching the lower floors for other players, but they were both aware of the fucked-up situation they were in. He couldn’t run anymore and none of the brainless players on the lower floors figured the gun was on the upper floors. It was a miracle they got this far anyway and Chishiya figured it out quickly, she had to go alone. She had to.

She knew it too, after all, they probably thought of this at the same time, the second he was shot.

Since that first moment she fought both the urge to help him, and the need to run to complete the game, resulting in a compromise situation of managing the wound quickly and figuring out when the time came. Only she didn’t figure it out and she desperately needed him to make the decision. Otherwise, her instincts were contradictory and basically useless. Normally she wouldn’t fret. Normally she would have already been armed with the hidden gun, coming back down to shoot the Captain.

He knew he needed to decide but he wished she would just do something, making his decision totally unimportant. But no, she stayed and now they were both fucked. She let him choose, like he even deserved this right. Best mind-games players and they couldn’t make up their minds to save their lives. Or one life. He sighed.

-        One life it is. He said more to himself.

She heard, though, and her hand moved to the door but didn’t find the force to push the handle.

-        That gun won’t find itself so move.

With this, she exited the room and left him without a glance back, in fear that she’ll change her mind. There weren’t many times she did as told without bickering, but this was one of them. Someone had to close the game. Someone had to find a way to save both of them, not the one life. Although she knew that he might not have his eyes open after she closed the game anyways.

She ran through the rooms of the fifth floor hoping to find any clues, but her eyes were blinded by tears and she didn’t even hesitate to think or go up a floor. Flashes of kisses shared, quick fucks in the security room and a stubborn stupid smirk were running through her mind. She needed a clear head, but the only clear thought was that he’ll die here. The shooters could come up any moment now and he’ll just be there, on the floor, waiting for a death he was too proud to admit it scared him.

She fell, her leg stuck in computer cables, falling quickly one her side.  She whimpered and tried to unleash her shoe, only making the cables twist around it more. She cried and swore and kicked for what have been at least a few wasted minutes. Precious minutes that could have saved her own life and maybe his.

‘Find the hidden gun, take a bullet then load it to kill the Captain.’  - the rule was floating around her mind like a dark cloud covering the sun, the clarity.

She swore again, she had to find a gun and also a fucking bullet. And reach the Captain to kill him in time, by getting through his shooters. She hated spades games and this was terrifying. She could count on her mind, on her expressions, on her manipulative behavior, but not on her body, currently stuck in between cables.

She stopped and looked at the ceiling, calculating the time. About 15 minutes and the 2 hours would end together with their lives. She almost laughed, wondering who gets the 10th of Hearts for the Hatter now.

She tried to unleash her leg with trembling hands and jumped on her feet when the frightening voice announced the last 15 minutes. Still teared up and with a sad smile on her face she turned around to go back to Chishiya. There was no time, no hope and no life after these 15 minutes. Might as well not die alone.

She almost didn’t see the gun hanging over the desk, almost passing by it. She even stopped to ponder, was there even a meaning to taking it?

She decided there was not, but took the gun as a consolation prize to herself. She didn’t leave him alone, to die, for nothing. She found a piece of the puzzle and as she predicted, the gun was empty. No bullets in sight. She wondered if this was even a real gun, it was small and looked cheap, probably used as a decorative piece. It looked new and never used.

She came down the stairs hearing the shooters on the third floor and searched for the small medical office she has left Chishiya in.

He wasn’t surprised when she opened the door. He heard the reminder, if she didn’t find the gun and kill the Captain by now, he didn’t expect her to do it in the last 15 minutes. She wasn’t a spades player, he wasn’t either, he spent the 20 minutes alone here calculating her chances of actually closing this game. They were close to 0. She was smart, but she couldn’t aim to save her life and she definitely couldn’t pass 6 trained shooters.

He watched her swollen face and almost smiled, he so wanted to see more, to understand her, she looked so vulnerable and he couldn’t even take advantage of it. He wasn’t cruel, not to her. He wanted to know the woman he was going to die with.

She took a seat next to him and looked straight forward, putting the gun on the other side of her, like she was ignoring it.

-        It’s empty.

-        I thought it would be.

-        You didn’t tell me.

-        You would have stayed.

-        I should have stayed, I was useless.

-        You found the gun –

-        - that is useless. And I almost didn’t find it.

He sighed, he didn’t have the energy for this. And she should have known, he was dying.

-        They did say we need to find the bullet too. You forgot.

-        I was busy taking one out of you.

-        Which was impressive, though.

-        I’ve impressed you, that makes me die happier. She wanted it to be sarcastic, but it just came out sad, although he seemed sincere and she knew Chishiya didn’t really admit things like that. She supposed she should be nicer.

They were about to die, together, which was comforting and terrifying. She knew him in a way others didn’t, she knew he didn’t want to die and at times she only lived to make sure he didn’t die in the games they managed to play together. She admired his endurance, there were many times she wanted to give up but since he became part of her life she kept going, many times only for him. She rarely thought of it, she told herself she’s good at this and she’ll go back to the real world because she deserved it, but in truth, she started to fight for him to go back. Because there was something in there to be healed and he needed to live for that. He was her own reflection, if she wouldn’t fight for him, she wouldn’t fight for herself.

In return, he didn’t show anything. But every now and then he would check on her, knowing well that she can handle herself. He always thought Himiko is actually manipulating him into these weird feelings. Rather than admitting to his emotional immaturity it was much easier to make her a real queen of hearts, as some would call her. It was her fault he looked for her in the crowd. It was her doing that he wanted to fuck her in every room of the Beach. It was her manipulative ways that made him try and protect her doing games.

He somehow knew they were equals in this but he never let himself accept it. He went into these games thinking she’ll win and he’ll learn from her, not the other way around. But he always went into these games knowing he’ll offer her all he could. This time, it was a bit of hope. A bit of hope she’d win, even if he knew she wouldn’t.

He smiled to himself, how fit they’d die together. Neither of them managed to attain their goals, she didn’t win and he didn’t help.

He wanted to know her better, he was fascinated the first time he heard about her and that fascination has never dried out. He wanted to know her reasons to fight, to live. He won’t get to know that, he’ll die in the darkness, knowing her beautiful green eyes hold so many things he desperately – but not obviously – needed to know.

His hand somehow reached hers.

She knew he didn’t want to die so she tried for him, although, there was no time and they both knew that. She lost too much of it taking care of his wound. Which, he let her do, because neither of them made up their minds.

That was uncharacteristic, for both of them.

-        You knew there’s no chance. But you told me to go.

-        You’re a sore loser, I didn’t want to see it first-hand.

She laughed. Of course.

-        Too bad, it seems I lost.

-        I knew you would.

-        Reading the future now. You also knew you’d take a bullet in your stomach today?

She meant it as a joke, they were already dying, it was fit. Bickering, it was fit for them. Maybe fucking would have been too, but she doubted he was in the mood for that. She wanted to do something familiar, something that didn’t make her feel like she failed him. The way she failed many others.

But he wouldn’t answer and it scared her. She didn’t dare look at him, she feared she’ll see his eyes wide open and his chest frozen in place, not a breath taken and released. She feared his hand will soon run cold and she will be there facing death alone, knowing that she left him die. She knew there’s nothing she could do for his wound right now, but it shouldn’t have been fatal, not so soon. Chishiya wasn’t very resistant, though. He never got hurt, so she didn’t knew what his limit was, but she was too scared to turn hear head and face that limit.

-        I took a bullet. Give me the gun.

His voice was sudden and impatient, it made her release a breath she didn’t even know she kept. Her head felt dizzy and tired. She didn’t answer the way he wanted and he lost patience. The voice announced the last minute left in the game and he was shaking her. She felt like she was passing out.

-        Give me the gun, Himiko!

She was startled and slow, not understanding what he wanted, what happened, fearing that he wanted to end it on his own terms. Her mind didn’t connect anything, the lack of bullets, the too small gun, the lack of time. He growled and pushed himself up to get the gun from her and she barely managed to register it. Before she knew it, he pushed a deformed bullet – the one Himiko took out of his stomach - into the shell, barely fitting it in. That bullet couldn’t be fired, it wouldn’t kill anyone, it would have only meant more pain.

She didn’t manage to say another word, to ask him not to do it, before the loud noise took over and her eyes went wide.

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Wet Motion | Alice in Borderland | Chishiya Shuntaro x OC | One Shot

Part 2 of the Open Doors One Shot - totally unrelated, can be read standalone. 

Now it will definitely become a longer story, but I am posting bits and pieces over here. 

Smut - Kinda Nasty - Just a Warning, read at your own risk

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He won a heart game and he didn’t even look bothered. What a creepy guy. In a good way, after all, he won. Himiko drank the remains of her beer and watched as he sipped from a soda can looking as bored as ever, while his whole team died in that game. Unbelievable.

Kuina was chatting happily about her latest game – which was clubs, much more approachable than a heart game, and left them with almost no casualties. The Beach was becoming somewhat less numerous and The Hatter became more selective with the new people. Unless you had a certain ability that could be useful, you couldn’t get in. Which didn’t bother Himiko at all, it was time this party place become less crowded, although she didn’t want people to die for this.

Despite the smaller number of participants, parties were still lively. Everybody was filled with adrenaline and moved to the music in sort of frantic waves, but the chaos was normal here. Himiko sighed and jumped in the water. She let herself float on the surface, almost motionless. The only evidence of her consciousness were the small breaths and the gracious waves made when she moved her hands slightly to keep herself floating. She watched the stars, as usually the Tokyo lights didn’t allow them to shine enough to be admired. This country was horrible and exquisite at the same time. The nature took over the city rapidly, more than any of them expected. Soon there will be no pre-canned food to eat and everything will expire, including medicine. Time flew differently and it felt like it affected the humans too.

She felt older, but maybe it was only the stuff she had to witness. Either way, life was draining out of her little by little, while filling this place with wild animals and plants to fulfill the lack of humans. Himiko blinked a tear away, happy that she was quite far from other people. Most of them were blissfully chatting and dancing, although Kuina looked like she was annoyed with her as she left in the middle of her rambling, but she knew not to come near when Himiko was in her own head. She wondered how it feels to let go and leave all the thoughts behind, dancing and partying like everything is normal. Whenever she drank, she was just stuck there with her thoughts. She takes risks every few days, gambling with her life and with the lives of everyone she teamed up with. But she never took risks in between. Maybe she should. She jumped out of the pool, grabbed the first bottle with an unknown liquid in it and drank every last drop at once. It burnt, but she didn’t feel anything else.

At first.

She wanted to go back to the pool but Niragi’s hand blocked her way.

-        Look who decided to join.

She sighed, trying to move past his extended hand. He frowned and let out a loud and disapproving ‘tsch’.

-        You could always join for more, you know? I’d happily let the Queen of Hearts play with me, although not really with my heart if you know what I mean.

-        Do you even have one? she asked quietly, more to herself. She didn’t feel any kind of emotion towards him. While he was known to have sex with pretty much anyone, he was known to kill most of his preys too. But she really wasn’t a prey and he knew well enough that her ‘no’ was definitive. He still tried, but although he got his way with almost anyone at The Beach, she was above him in ranking and much more important to The Hatter. So he didn’t force it.

She walked past him and back in the water, splashing everyone around as she forcefully jumped. It was a bad idea, as her head felt dizzy right when she hit the water. The alcohol hit. It didn’t make her feel wild and willing to have fun. It made her feel more anxious and exposed.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Run for the thoughts. No one is after you.

In fact, she might be after someone. In fact, it might have been a good idea. And in fact, that someone still sipped on his soda watching everyone with his bored look stuck to his face, right at the end of the pool. That suddenly felt like the right thing to do. She swam to him, with a sudden impulse and curiosity.

Chishiya turned his attention to the girl floating right towards him. Her black hair drifted away from her face as she barely touched the bottom of the pool. He smirked, the water wasn’t high but she was simply too short and dare he admit it – he found it pleasant to watch her.

What struck him though, was the daring look on her face. It was familiar but it always brought bad news for him. And sometimes bad news were intriguing and exciting but he wouldn’t let it show.

He turned around, letting his legs drip in the water and she raised an eyebrow. Daring again. But he won’t move further, if she wants something from him, she must come and show what she has to offer in return. Chishiya, unlike her, liked to be unbothered about everything in this world. Including Himiko, if possible.

She sighed and came closer, positioning herself in between his legs. He had that stupid half-smirk on his face, but his eyes didn’t have a shade of feeling in them. She hated that. She might be good at covering her feelings as well but she hated that void look on his face, that stupid blond soft hair perfect for grabbing whenever needed, those slender fingers she knew every inch of and that fucking smart mouth of his that made her come undone multiple times. She wanted to fuck him right there on the edge of the pool, making everyone a spectator to the only moments Chishiya showed a blink of emotion. Although it was just lust, she wanted to break that perfect façade of indifference.

She jumped from between his legs, right in his lap making sure to position herself directly on his crotch. He simply looked amused to her before changing to his usual bored look.

-        You got drunk. 

She could feel his breath caressing the sensitive skin of her neck, she pressed more into him.

-        I got bored.

He chuckled darkly and she felt his tongue touching that sensitive place making her tense.

-        You got drunk. This time he said it in a rough, definitive tone.

Then, he pushed her.

She felt herself get to the bottom of the pool and she almost laughed, amused at her stupidity and the fact that she actually got drunk enough to be this stupid. This is why she didn’t indulge in The Beach endeavor. She got back up coughing and shot him a long glare. There wasn’t much of a public anymore, but he saw Niragi’s stare across the pool, amused and with an eyebrow raised in a superior look.

Fuck it. She got back on the edge of the pool right next to Chishiya who watched her with a slight annoyance and condescension. She thought of simply walking a way but the sobriety was far from her, she pushed him in to the pool and walked towards the door, without even a glance back.

The ones remaining on the sides of the pool or partying next to the bar stopped for a second, confused at the commotion. Kuina watched with interest but didn’t leave her spot to help Chishiya. Whatever that was, it was amusing to say the least.

Himiko hurried to her room, slamming all the doors on her way. She discarded her wet swimsuit changing into some shorts and a T-shirt and walked to the mirror. Her wet hair stuck to her head and shoulders and she had a weird, sort of crazy look. Tomorrow she had to play, she shouldn’t have done this. Her mind must be clear. If it was a diamond or hearts game the whole team would count on her and right now she didn’t trust herself. She was a light drinker and she was sure tomorrow she’ll regret it even more. Hell, she already did.

She felt the fingers tracing her legs a bit later than she wanted to admit and when she looked behind her Chishiya was already dragging her pants down slowly, while kissing her inner thigh. In her inebriated state she couldn’t mutter some smart joke about him being on his knees, she chose to allow herself to feel his lips tracing up her thigh so painfully close to her core.

He helped her out of her pants and turned her around. She wore a slight flush on her face, he didn’t know if it was because of him, embarrassment from the incident at the pool or simply her own drunk state but he found it cute. Although his face showcased a different feeling.

If she wouldn’t have been dizzy, she would brace herself and provoke him. But his look was serious, disappointed and a little too fierce for her taste. Her mind wouldn’t let her admit, but it was a little scarry to actually see such negative emotions on his face, directed to her, especially.

He kissed her suddenly and rough. There wasn’t lust in this kiss, like the many shared before, it was filled with anger. He bit her lower lip so hard, she felt the taste of blood in her mouth. She pushed him a little, not really wanting to make him stop but to let him know he was hurting her. He caught her hands and tied them back with something she didn’t quite manage to see.

-        Chishiya…

-        No. You are not to speak after the stunt you tried to pull down there.

She suddenly realized he was wet too. His hoodie was dripping on the floor and his hair was half wet from his fall in the pool. She almost forgot, but it brought some clarity to her as he lifted her T-shirt over her breasts. She didn’t wear a bra anymore which allowed him to pinch her nipples roughly to pull her close to him. She moaned at the contact and let her head fall on his shoulder but he wouldn’t let her.

He pulled her nipples while walking backwards until he was seated on the bed and she had no option but to straddle him to ease his grab on her breasts.

-        Chishiya, it hurts.

-        It is supposed to. he said in a rasp voice, moving his mouth to her neck and biting harshly. That will leave a mark which she’ll have to cover somehow tomorrow. It hit her, he was punishing her.

His hands traced her shape and stopped on her ass, digging his fingers in her flesh with force and anger. Other bruises she’ll need to find a way to cover up tomorrow. His mouth was tracing her collarbone down to her breasts leaving hot traces on their way, burnt into her skin and mind.

She moved her hips to feel more, suddenly aware that she was right over his manhood and she desperately needed some friction. His hands and mouth stopped just as sudden and she whimpered at the loss of his touch. He voiced a short growl and gave her a disappointed look. Then he gently took her chin closer to his lips, almost kissing her but still a little too far. He felt her skip a breath expecting and firmly kept her face away from his, looking directly into her eyes.

-        You don’t deserve this yet.

She whimpered again and moved her hips, she didn’t manage to get closer but she felt him twitch inside his wet pants. She shivered at the contact and he gave her another disappointed look. He took his hand of her face and grabbed something nearby, suddenly covering her eyes. She cried softly as he bit her nipple while tying up the cloth around her eyes.

He pushed her off him and dragged her more onto the bed. He adjusted the ties around her hands and dragged her to the wall, tying her up to one of the bed pillars.

She never felt more exposed and more helpless. She tried to pull her hands from the knotted ties, but he fastened them well enough to keep her from going anywhere.  Chishiya didn’t touch her anymore and as anxious as she was, she needed his hands on her body, she needed to feel him. Himiko rubbed her thighs together trying to release some tension in between her legs and asked for him. At first shy, then more desperate.

He smirked, this time really pleased, watching the little doe whimper and fuss trying to find release and maybe trying to find him. At one point she screamed his name, looking almost painfully scared that she was left alone, tied up to her bed and with no control over her body.

Such a pretty image. He sat on the bed again and took one of the pillows next to her and she stopped, listening to him move. He opened it up and waited another few seconds for her to get worried.

Himiko started to feel scarred again, trying to loose ore break her ties. The asshole left her there, powerless. Then she felt a soft small touch on her thighs, so light she could have missed it, but she didn’t stop.

At the second one, she shivered, scarred of what that could possible be. It wasn’t his mouth, nor his fingers. The third one wasn’t as quick, it lingered right on her clit, making subtle painful motions that brought her closer but still far from the orgasm she desperately wanted. The object moved in circles between her folds and she moaned deeply as she wanted more. Whatever he was doing, she wanted so much more. She felt his lips tracing kisses on her thigh while still moving that thing back and fort from her clit to her opening.

Chishiya moved the feather to her entrance until it was too wet to feel soft anymore. He chuckled darkly and she shivered again. He then came closer to her sensitive bud, breathing with a short blow, he teased every inch of her. She moaned his name, needing him inside her. But he wouldn’t let that happen. She felt his tongue caressing her clit and then playing meticulously through her folds. Himiko was there, she needed just one more second to finally release the knot forming inside her but he stopped.

-        At your age, you’d think you should know what happens when you’re naughty. he stated while his breath caressed her sensitive spot.

-        Please, please just let me…

-        Oh, I can’t. I could leave you here. Alone, tied up, scared, waiting for it. I bet Niragi’s gonna knock on your door sooner or later and imagine what he would find. I could tell him myself to check on you, do you think he’d listen?

He watched her thoughtfully, as she whimpered and rubbed against the sheets.

-        Or I could ask Kuina, he’ll listen to her more. And he’d give you what you want, right?

-        No… please Chishiya. Stop being a dick, just…

-        Just give you that said dick? I don’t think you earned it.

His fingers found her entrance and he moved slowly inside her, not quite hitting the right spots intentionally. She moved her hips, tried to force him into giving her the orgasm she needed but every time she did it, he froze. And the lack of movement was worse than the intentional teasing. He would start again, letting her feel like she was almost there, only to freeze again. He edged her for what felt like hours, enjoying the squirming, the begging and the cries. When he looked at the clock on her side table he saw it was almost morning, the sun rise at any moment. He sighed and got off the bed and she was too tired and exhausted to say anything as she felt his movements, but she was still trying to find herself some kind of release, whimpering and rubbing her thighs together. He watched amused as he unlocked his belt, it’s been hours and as much as he enjoyed it, he was tired and desiring too.

He caught her legs and opened them to position himself at her opening and he entered her with no warning. He knew he won’t last much with this long foreplay, but he bit her neck harshly and he buried himself in her as deep as possible, knowing he hits that lucky spot inside her.

-        Come.

She didn’t need anything else, no friction, no movement, she screamed his name through her climax and felt the waves of pleasure move through her body, as he moved more to help her ride the long-waited orgasm. She felt him fill her up and their juices mixing together as he climaxed with a low moan of her name. He remained there, unmoving for a while.

Then she felt his hands untie her eye cover and before she could see anything else he kissed her slowly, still buried inside her.

-        I would have left you here. But you are tired and you have a game today.

She didn’t have the energy to answer, she almost fell asleep there, with her hands above her head, still tied up to the pole. Chisiya sighed and untied her panties from her bed and her hands, letting them fall next to her bed. He pulled his still wet shorts up and covered her with the blanket. These were the perfect moments for him. Her hair spread over the pillow, flushed, well fucked and quietly sleeping. Although the quiet part might have been his favorite, it happened so rarely.

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Soo, someone asked about this which made me really happy and apparently really smutty - here it goes, the 2nd part. 

I plan on making this a longer fanfiction - which can be read in any order you wish. It will follow some events of the Netflix episodes, but it will be mostly *before* those. 

Let me know if you’re interested and here’s my wattpad account where it’ll be posted once it’s ready. Meanwhile, stick around for one shots, you never know what chapter of the fic you’ll get, I thought this one my be the 10th. 

 https://www.wattpad.com/1309219164-wet-motion-alice-in-borderland-chishiya-shuntaro-x

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So like you were thinking of making open doors maybe a bigger story. Pretty please.

Hi! Yes I kinda have a more elaborate idea of this but it’s the first time I am writing smut and just gathering the courage to do a larger story ❤️ maybe in a few days I’ll put it down to form a bigger plot

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Open Doors Fanfiction | Alice in Borderland 🍋

Chishiya Shuntaro x OC

Possibly just a sneak peak into a future bigger story if I ever get to it💀

* Smut involved *

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She entered her room sighing in relief. She is finally alone, far away from the partying, the staring or the lustful eyes of Niragi. Not that she minded so much the last part, but even to her it's becoming terrifying to have his attention so much.

Himiko left her cropped black jacket on the floor. Then her jeans shorts. The swimsuit followed, forming a trail to her bathroom. She turned the water on and looked into the mirror on the wall. She touched the brand new scar trailing from her forehead to her cheekbone, almost grazing her eye. It still hurt, but it hurt more to remember what she's done to receive it. She was the lucky one, the others were left rotting in the maze. The 7 of diamonds was cruel.

She looked back at the mess of her room – she didn't have much, but last nights anger was reflected in the torn pillows, broken glasses and clothes piling up on her bed and floor. She sighed again, knowing that eventually she'll have to clean it up. Or find another room to sleep in.

A shiver went through her thinking of Niragi's eyes and how eager he'd be to find her without a place to sleep. She shrugged and got in the shower, pulling the shower curtain after her. Only in those moments she let herself think of everything this place took from her. Her empathy became less and less important with each game. She couldn't save others when she barely kept herself together and she learnt to cope with that.

The shower soothed her muscles and she left herself drift apart for a while.

The door didn't click when he entered. Thinking she's still somewhere around the party, testing again who has the potential to become a good ally for other games – he was still silent. The shower startled him and he almost took a step back thinking he might get caught. But somehow, there was a thrill in this.

What would she do? Kick him out, probably, but he didn't mind that much. Besides, he was curious, and the room looking like a hurricane moved around it for a few hours left him more intrigued. The calm and collected Himiko wouldn't have done this, would she? She was hard to read. That was why he was so curious.

Half a smile appeared on his face walking over a small stuffed animal on the floor.

"Who would have thought? She can be soft." – he thought.

He glanced at the wide open door to the bathroom and decided he should stay. It was an impulse, Chishiya usually didn't act on those. But he sat on the edge of the bed nevertheless, watching the feminine figure just sit there, head down, water dripping on her body, motionless. He wondered how her brain works. She has a stuffed animal lying on the floor, but last night she was the only survivor of a terrible game. What horrible things she's done to win that game?

He wants – needs -  to play a game with her once. To see how the small wheels of her mind twist and turn to solve it.

Suddenly, she moved, grabbing something of the edge of the shower. She poured it right on her had and began massaging it into her hair. Her hands drifted down her shoulder, then on the small of her back, then back again up to her head. He held his breath, thinking he might get caught. But she didn't notice him yet and he still waited there, leaning back on his hands.

She moved slowly, letting the water caress every curve and every edge. Her hands moved back to her body, touching so many places Chishiya didn't account for before. She moved to the side and he could see the shape of her breasts through the semi-opaque curtain. He doubted she could see him in the semi darkness of the room. He wasn't worried, he rarely was by default, but again – what was the worst that could happen?

Besides, he was curious. He wanted to know more of her, although he didn't expect to learn how perky her breasts were and how water fell off them like a lazy waterfall.

She touched them and he felt himself grow in his shorts. It wasn't what he came in for, but he did get a show. Hell, he thought she was a threat to him, but he was still a man. His preservation sense was huge, but his manhood was now bigger.

He grabbed his erection and began stroking while she moved in what felt like a lascivious slow dance in the rain. He imagined her there naked, soothed by the water and his gaze. In the back of his mind, he thought that she's the reason they never had hot water in the building anymore. But he was content to freeze in his own showers in order to have the image of her touching softly her thighs, her breast and finally her sex – now an image burnt into his mind forever.

She turned around and he froze. She was looking straight ahead, but no sign of figuring what was happening in the now-darkness of her room.

He watched her continuing with her routine and his member got only harder now that she was facing him. He tried to stay silent – if anything he was good at it but it was a rare moment when he felt he needed to be vocal. The restraint only turned him on more.

He watched the curve of her bottom while she kept her long hair up with her hands, her figure becoming more and more sexual with each small breath she took, shaking slightly her beasts. She turned her back to him again for a few seconds, only to look back over her shoulder.

He felt himself go over the edge, looking straight to her face, although he didn't distinguish much. He came, suddenly, and barely stopped from moaning her name. If he believed in God, he would have thought this is heaven. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, when he opened them she wasn't looking towards him anymore. He sighed.

He tried to hide away his still grown bulge and hurrying to get himself cleaned up. This wasn't productive. He felt dirty not only through the physical evidence of his dubious activity, but also because he let himself do it.

He heard the water stop abruptly and he sighed again. He left the room, glad to be alone on the hallway. He put his hoodie on and his hands in his pockets going up the stairs to his own shower.

Himiko let the water drip of her body before extending her arm to take the discarded towel next to her shower. She moved away the curtain and walked out of the shower. She moved to the mirror and looked back into her own dark green eyes, slightly smiling.

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It is actually my first ever smut oneshot and I’ve written it on an impulse and based on an idea I had *caugh* in the shower 💀💀

Any advice is deeply appreciated ❤️