“Fuck—“

Tomura threw his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to bite back a moan— a futile effort. His fingers dug into your hips as he moved you at a faster pace— but never dug his fingers into your flesh hard enough to hurt you. Never would he want to hurt you.

The windows were fogged with the act of intimacy, the seats of your car squeaking underneath the both of you. The only sounds in the car was the muffled noise of the radio, skin slapping and your moans filling out the space.

This was wrong— it was so wrong. This shouldn’t be happening, it wouldn’t end well!.. but if it was really so wrong, why did everything about it feel so right? Why did you fit together so perfectly no matter where you were and no matter what you were doing. Why did this feel so right? Two friends who had needs and had chosen to fulfil them with the other.

After all, that’s all this was. That’s all you were. Friends.