I haven't written Het smut in so loooong jesus. For H~ Feel better soon darlin~

There was the mouth, always swallowing her moans, oh-so-subtle. The hands are running up and down her body, grabbing a hold of her thighs and not letting go, squeezing, trailing upwards, towards pineapple-printed panties. Across the train carriage, Mukuro frowns out of the window, scowling for a moment as the hands press against her, harder, and Chrome can't help but moan.

A stranger turns to stare at her, but a quickly de-focusing gaze is staring elsewhere, at the back of a familiar figure and bright blue hair.

Blood rushes through her veins, her mouth parts, back pressed against the metal door behind her. A phantom finger slips beneath the material, suddenly inside her, and it's oh-so-hard to not arch her back, not pant, not moan his name, but she manages, somehow, to avoid the urges screaming at her inside of her brain.

"A-Ah…"

It's barely a sigh, but it's audible to the boy across the carriage, a smug smirk and a red tint developing on his face. Twisting his wrist, he knows, he just knows that she will bring a hand to her mouth, yelping a little as the pace increases, the sensation of another finger inside of her sending waves of pleasure around her body.

This continues for a few more minutes, the train stopping at a stops, people coming and going, but the girl with the red face will continue to press herself into as tight a spot as possible, hiding her face and wrapping an arm around herself.

Swiping a tongue across his lips, Mukuro then flicks it upwards, adding the sensation of a mouth pressing against her, a small chuckle leaving his throat as a gasp finally leaves her own lips, loud and proud for the whole world to hear.

Concerned gazes will turn to her, but she will be too busy shaking, on the edge of a sensation bigger, better than the embarrassment of someone knowing what is happening, knowing that it's now three fingers and a tongue and-

O-Oh, oh fuck, she shifts her hips, body shivering, biting her lips hard enough to draw blood. She's too far gone to notice the hands, the real hands, circle her body, a soothing voice murmuring into her ear that 'it's time to go home and finish the job, my precious Chrome~', but she's only too aware that the games have just begun.