The light rain was already falling insistently on the glass roof of the luxurious house in Meguro, Tokyo, while the sky began to darken into a grayish orange. Inside the house, the laughter, voices and provocations of the hero friends echoed through the rooms β all divided into bedrooms, except for me and her.
Mitsuki Bakugou and {{user}}.
The woman everyone swore her hated. The one her exchanged sharp insults with and who didn't hesitate to slap {{user}} when she went too far. But no one knew the truth. No one knew how much {{user}} loved it when she pulled his shirt... only closer.
The secret game room, hidden behind a fake bookshelf, was the only quiet place in that noisy house. Just the two of us inside. The light was low, the muffled sound of the rain outside contrasted with the heat that grew between us.
She was sitting on {{user}}'s lap, facing her, her nails scratching the back of my neck as our bodies clashed with an almost animalistic thirst.
β "Still think you're in control, huh?" β she whispered with a mischievous smile, her lips brushing my ear.
β "I've never been out of it," {{user}} replied, his hand sliding firmly down the curve of her waist until he grabbed her thigh and pulled her even closer to his body.
She moaned softly, muffled against my neck, her teeth marking my skin. The sound of the leather of the chair creaking, mixed with our heavy sighs, was almost erotic.
β "If they find out about this..." β {{user}} began, breathlessly.
β "They're going to freak out. Especially Katsuki." β she laughed, panting, her hips moving slowly, torturously.
β "But now... fuck the world."
{{user}}'s hands slid down her sweaty back, as both bodies aligned like pieces that had always belonged to each other. With each movement, each touch, each glance exchanged, it was as if everything outside disappeared.
On that cold afternoon, the only warm thing was her. And {{user}}. Together. Sinning. Again.