Unwanted || Tomura Shigaraki

Chapter Twenty Six

After what felt like an eternity, I was washed, scrubbed, waxed, buffed and moisturised, all with the help of an overly thrilled Himiko. I didn't think I'd ever used such a variety of products on my skin in my entire life. It was an experience, to say the least.

My skin had never felt so smooth and soft before, the lotion that she had insisted on me using had a slight sheen to it which made my snowy complexion shimmer under the light of the bathroom. Luckily it was unscented. Himiko was well aware of my sense of smell and knew that I wouldn't want anything distracting me.

She helped to style my long brown hair up into a sleek high ponytail, that cascaded down my back, saying that it was better to keep it up and out of the way. Also pointing out that it would give him something to pull on... I'd be lying though if I said that the idea didn't get me a little heated up. I'd already experienced what gentle, loving sex was like with Tomura so I was more than a little curious what it would be like when things were a little rougher.

Himiko applied a small amount of makeup, consisting of a light layer of mascara to my lashes and eyeliner to give my eyes a more sultry appearance and a swipe of clear gloss over my already rosy pink lips.

Once her job was done and I was now back in Tomura's room, I waved her away so I could change into the sexy outfit in private.

Obviously she protested, saying it wasn't fair that she didn't get to see the final product, but I promised that I'd come to find her and tell her all about it tomorrow. It worked a treat and she left me to tackle the skimpy intricate outfit alone.

It took me a few minutes to work out how to adjust all the straps and to get it all into place so that it fit snuggly to my figure. When I finally felt satisfied that everything was where it was meant to be I went in search of a full-length mirror in his room, itching to see how I looked. Finally finding one on the back of the bathroom door, hidden under the curtain of hanging towels.

The moment my eyes fell over my reflection, I felt my breath hitch within my throat. My hands automatically skimmed over the sides of my curvaceous silhouette.

I had gone with a shimmery emerald green lace basque and thong set, Himiko had insisted I bought this piece because 'the colour complemented my eyes'.

The bust was a beautiful green lace that had a very tempting V-neckline with these delicate crisscross satin straps that drew all the attention to my cleavage. The back also consisted of the same criss-cross straps that left my back almost bare. The mid-section was made up of the same lace material with the addition of sheer mesh down the sides to tease tempting glimpses of skin underneath. Adjustable satin straps cinched me in under my bust and around my waist, enhancing my alluring curves. The green satin thong showed off the round peachy cheeks of my rear. And to finish the look off, there were suspender straps at the hem which clipped on to a pair of sheer stockings that had a light lace trim at the tops.

Even I had to admit that I looked fucking amazing. I would have to thank Himiko, she really did have good taste.

Hopefully, Tomura is pleased with it too.

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The time was approaching the stroke of midnight and Tomura was still not back. I lied back on the bed, exhaling loudly, looking up at my cell phone, reading over mine and Tomura's exchanged messages for what felt like the one-hundredth time.

8:45 pm

You: how much longer are you

going to be? I miss you :(

Toma: sorry kitten, I'm

out following up on a lead.

You: how long will that take?