His green eyes flicked up to see Arden was looking at him, biting her bottom lip, her brows furrowed.

“Mm?”

“…are you okay? You seem angry.”

He inhaled deeply through his nose, then set his rifle aside and threw the cloth he was using onto a nearby three-legged table. “Not angry.”

“Oh. Okay.” She forced herself to shut up despite wanting to ask more questions, to press. She hated that she did that now—she was far more used to just… accepting an answer given to her. They’d only been travelling for a few weeks together, and while Boone had warmed up a SMIDGE, some words rolled around in her head. Words he’d said after a particularly nasty run in with some Legion assassins:

“You talk too much. It’s annoying.”

Boone noticed her look away, and leaned forward, resting his forearm on his knee. “…are YOU okay?”

“Fine. Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Stuff.”

He wasn’t used to getting short answers from her. “What stuff?”

“Stuff stuff.”

Boone narrowed his eyes at her, watching as she paused while trying to remember how to clean a particular part of her gun. Sighing, he pushed himself up and moved over to her, sitting beside her and going to help her.

His fingers brushed her bare shoulder, and both froze.

Arden’s breathing hitched as Boone moved his hand away slightly. She didn’t move a muscle, not uncomfortable but definitely feeling flushed. Tension hung between them like a fog, and she heard Boone mumble something under his breath.

Her gun was set down slowly, her hands shaking. This was wrong, yet her body wanted it badly. She pressed her thighs together to try deny it, but…

Boone’s hand fell on her shoulder, and he rumbled, “Hey. Look at me for a sec.”

She swallowed thickly, doing so. His face was close to hers, his eyes calm and studying her. Watching for a sign, perhaps.

“Craig,” she breathed, putting her hand on his chest. “Are you sure…?”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Are you?”

Her voice was a breathless whisper, but he heard her consent clear as day. His lips met hers and she responded in turn, her hand on his chest gripping the fabric of his shirt. He wrapped his other arm around her back as their kiss deepened, Boone slipping his tongue between her lips.

She bucked a little against him, whimpering softly, and he groaned against her as his pants tightened. Her free hand moved and cupped his bulge. He jerked slightly, but before she could move away he pressed more into her touch.

Then he pulled himself away, panting, gulping in air. Arden gasped softly at the abrupt action, her cheeks flushed, but she too took deep breaths before moving closer again, rubbing his crotch slowly.

“Fuck,” he managed, his hips acting of their own accord as she pushed his chest gently with her other hand. His back pressed against the floor, and her hand on his bulge moved away as she straddled him, pressing her knees into his side. Her clothed pussy pressed against his erection.

She smiled down at him before kissing him again, slowly grinding against him. He gripped her hip with one hand, the other snaking up and brushing against one of her breasts. She moaned against his mouth, her breath warm, as his thumb brushed against her nipple.

“Ahh, Craig…!”

“You like that, huh?” He gently pinched her nipple as he pressed kisses down her throat and collar, then removed his hand and took her bud between his lips, his tongue flicking it. Her moan almost drove him wild, and he teased her for a few more moments before moving to her other breast.

Arden’s hands moved to his waist, unbuttoning his pants and snaking her hands inside, sliding underneath his underwear to stroke his cock. A low groan escaped him as he pressed into her touch, dick throbbing with desire.

She wrapped her hand around him and, with slow, even movements, moved up and down. Her fingers occasionally strayed to stroke his tip, trailing precum down to lubricate. It was like torture, but he found himself craving more. More of this, more of HER.

His own hand found the heat between her legs, and he rubbed his fingers right on the crotch of her pants. Even through the layers he could feel how soaked she was, and she whimpered as he took his hand away.

“Gonna take ‘em off.”

She nodded, her mind all over the place as she slid off him and got to her feet, fumbling with her own pants. He quickly stood and pulled his pants and underwear off, tossing them haphazardly into a corner before stripping Arden’s off as well and discarding them with his.

He allowed her no reprieve, pushing her up against the wall and burying his face in her neck. His teeth pressed into her supple skin as his hand found her cunt again, and he stroked her lips, feeling how hot and wet and ready she was for him.

“Cr-Craig, please~…” she breathlessly whimpered, bucking into his touch as his finger grazed her clit. “I-I need you…”

That was all he needed to hear. He slid one finger inside first. Her walls clenched around him, and he moaned against her neck as she gripped his back and dug her nails in. Slowly, he began to slide in and out of her, her hips jerking into each movement. Juices were dripping freely from her, and seeing them trailing down her thighs made his cock throb.

He added another finger, watching as she writhed against him. Her pretty little face was flushed crimson, and her mouth hung open as she panted, but she managed to lock her mouth with his again. Her tongue slipped into his mouth this time and he welcomed it, both moaning softly as a tension in their lower abdomens swelled.

He pulled his fingers free, then stroked his dick a few times before lining it up with her pussy. “You sure?” He groaned one last time against her, and she managed a nod.

Her cry of pleasure almost made him cum right then and there.

As he entered her, heat bloomed around him. Her inner walls constricted around him, and he almost collapsed with how incredible she felt. She was holding onto him like her life depended on it, writhing and swaying her hips without intending to do so.

Carefully, he grabbed her thighs and hefted her legs up so she was no longer standing, slinging her legs on his hips. Her ankles locked together and she began to kiss his neck as he began to move, pulling himself out as much as possible before thrusting deeply into her.

She raked her fingers down his back, ripples of pleasure making the pressure in his abdomen intensify.

“Cr-Craig, I… I’m…” she tried to gasp out as she rode him, feeling like she was about to reach her limit. Each thrust into her was a new wave of ecstasy, and she moaned again right next to his ear.

He quickened his pace, the shack filling with the sound of flesh on flesh, whispering into her ear how hot she looked, that she was doing so well to take him… and with a cry she came, her pussy clenching around him so hard and suddenly he couldn’t help himself. The dam wall burst and he came inside her, pumping hot cum into her and pressing his body against hers.

Both gasped for air, Boone gripping the wall above her head with one hand and using the other to support her ass. She was trembling around him, and every so often she twitched or bucked her hips, making him throb again.

Finally, with a wet plop, he pulled out of her and lowered her to the ground.

Her purple hair, tangled and messy, fell over her face and she pressed her thighs together. He slid down the wall beside her, pressing his head back into the wall and trying to catch his breath.

“Holy… shit,” Arden croaked once she was right to do so. “M-My legs are shaking…”

“Good,” Boone managed, feeling her press into his side. “Damn, you… you were amazing…”

“So were you,” she breathed, her cunt throbbing and her heart pounding. “Where… where did THAT come from…?”

“Guess it was building it,” he mused, not entirely sure himself, but not in the mood to question it. He just wanted to sit with her a little while longer.

***

Come morning, both were ready to go, a newfound bond between them. Boone was watching Arden adjust her beret, smiling openly for the first time in… well, he didn’t know. He knew he didn’t really deserve someone like this in his life, not again…

But on one particular night, Lizzie didn't feel quite so settled in her home. The sound of the wind whistling outside, paired with the heavy rain that was battering the windows had made her jump awake. She looked over to the other side of the bed to see that Darcy was still sound asleep. She’d learnt early on that he was a relatively heavy sleeper but even she couldn’t understand how he was able to sleep through this. 

“It’s just some rain, Lizzie. It’ll be fine. You can go back to sleep,” she whispered to herself. But the weather had other ideas, and a loud crack of thunder made her jump once again. 

Slightly shaking at the sound, Lizzie slipped out of bed, making her way into the sitting room just outside of their now shared bedchamber. She hoped that a slightly larger area might not make the sound so loud and scary. Lizzie didn’t have a problem with rain. She loved walks in them and her husband had often had to pull her back inside to stop her from catching a cold. The rain was never a problem but thunderstorms were a different story. Whilst Lizzie was often the strong one out of her sisters, the one that they would run to when they needed protecting, Lizzie found herself more often than not seeking out their comfort when there was a storm. Or more specifically, seeking out Jane. Jane knew whenever there was a thunderstorm that Lizzie would often be up most of the night, too scared to sleep. So, she would grab whatever novel Lizzie had been reading at the time and read to her to try and divert her younger sister’s mind. And if that failed, she was able to keep Lizzie entertained with another ridiculous story about their mother. But Jane wasn’t here. She was with her own husband at Netherfield and Lizzie was here alone. Sat down in an empty, and slightly cold, room with the storm only getting worse outside. She had contemplated waking her own husband up but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Darcy was busy enough during the day, there was always something that he had to attend to. And yet he would still find time to seek her out during the day and spend a little bit of time with her before work called him again. No, he had too much on his plate. He needed his rest and not to be woken up by his wife who was scared of a little thunder and lightning. 

Finding that the larger room was not helping her at all, and was in fact making her fears worse, Lizzie had decided that heading back to bed was the best idea. Maybe with Darcy beside her at least, she might calm down enough to get to sleep again. 

“Elizabeth?” 

Lizzie jumped at the sound of her name and quickly turned around to see her husband with sleep still in his eyes and a candle in his hand. He hurried over and took a seat next to her, brow furrowed in concern. 

“I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to startle you. Is everything okay? I woke up to find the bed empty.” 

Placing the candle down on the table in front of them, Fitzwilliam took both of Lizzie’s hands in his. The concern hadn’t left his face. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back to bed now. Please don’t worry.” Lizie  strained a smile at him, feeling awful that he’d broken his sleep to find out if she was okay. 

Darcy was about to open his mouth to say something when there was another crack of thunder, causing Lizzie to jump once again, her eyes wide. Taking in his wife’s demeanor, Darcy finally understood. 

“You don’t like thunderstorms do you?” 

Lizzie gave a small shake of her head. Her husband’s reaction wasn’t what she’d expected it to be, when he immediately stood up. 

“Fitzwilliam-” her sentence got cut off as he bent down and lifted her up in his arms and gently carried her back to their shared bedchamber. 

“You should have woken me,” he kissed her cheek as he set her down on the bed before joining her on the other side. 

“I didn’t want to bother you. It seems so childish… to be scared of the weather…”

Darcy didn’t waste any time in gathering his wife in his arms and pulling the blanket over them. “It isn’t childish. I’m your husband, Lizzie. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.”

a slight breeze brings a shiver to your body. a breeze, that shouldn’t have existed, not when you know when you left your room earlier today, your windows had been closed. walking towards your windows, your heart falls to your stomach as you notice the open window. before you can retrace your actions from the day, a hand covers your mouth. your scream is muffled as you try to fight against the intruder. 

“shh, baby, it’s me, it’s me,” the intruder’s voice is both breathy and raspy, with an underlying amused tone. his body is pressed behind yours, his free arm wrapped around your waist. you hate how after months, it’s still so familiar. “i can’t believe i leave for the states only for you to get engaged to the iida. iida. really? he’s so boring, baby.”

he continues speaking as he starts playing pressing light kisses to your exposed shoulders, “he’s so cold too… doesn’t deserve you.”

he finally uncovers your mouth and you immediately speak with venom on your tongue, “he’s a much better man than you are, sero.”

“sero, huh? no longer “hanta”?” he chuckles as he moves onto your neck, “kirishima was telling me how iida’s a jealous man. did you know he banned me from the venue? he must think i’ll steal his girl…” he bites down on your shoulder, drawing a gasp from you. you bite back a whine as you feel him smirk against your lips. “i guess he was right, huh?”

“why are you in my room?” you whisper as he switches to remove your clothes. he throws you onto your bed, and in the back of your mind, you know this is wrong. you’re engaged to iida. not sero. “we broke up.”

“did we?” he mutters under his breath as he starts unbuckling his belt. he laughs as he sees you hungrily eye him, “for someone who is getting married tomorrow, you sure are acting sluttily for a man who isn’t your fiance.”

he must have used some kind of quirk on you because why can’t you move? he must’ve bewitched you. you’d never cheat. never. but… you can’t help it as you moan as he presses his lips to your breasts. he hungrily laps at your nipples, drawing a moan out from you. he’s still in his hero uniform as he presses his boner against you. 

“have you fucked him?” sero asks as he unlatches from your nipples. his smile falls when you nod. your surroundings spin as he flips you over. “guess i’ll have to claim you again.”

“s-sero-,” you begin to protest but he pushes your face into the sheets. you whimper as he presses his hardon against your ass, and you can’t help but squirm a bit. it seems to set him off and you can only yelp against your sheets as he forcedly enters you. there’s already some wetness dripping down your things and your face warms with embarrassment. 

his grip is tight on your hips as he begins fucking you without mercy. you move your hips back, meeting him as he thrusts inside you. whimpers and groans along with the sound of skin slapping skin resound through the room. 

“such a slut,” sero says as he increases his pace. one of his hands reaches out to your shoulder, lifting you up slightly. you moan freely, no longer caring as he continues remolding your pussy into the shape of his dick again. “fuck, i missed this pussy so much. dropped an entire mission to fucking see you again. shit-so tight-, you sure you let him hit?” 

“y-you have the biggest ego,” you manage to say as he leans down to suck a hickey into your shoulder, ignoring your whines of protest. 

“do i?” his voice is cocky as he leans back up. he grabs one of your legs and lifts them enough for him to get deeper inside you. “is it egotistical to just want you back?”

“i’m not yours anymore,” you say, but it’s weak. you know he doesn’t buy it either as he laughs and the sound only makes your stomach churn. 

“please, playing stupid doesn’t fit you,” he hisses as he thrusts harder, “you’re mine and you know it,” a particularly hard thrust has you seeing stars. it only boosts his ego, “there it is. did he ever find that spot?”

any reservations you had are gone now and you shake your head. you can barely recognize your voice as you sob, “no, he never did.”

“thought so. did he ever even make you cum?” he doesn’t wait for an answer as he continues fucking you. 

“‘m gonna cum,” you whisper as you start to move a hand down towards your clit. he slaps it away before you can. “‘m gonna cum’,” he mocks you before turning you on your back. “no, you’re not. you’re gonna cum on my dick alone.’

he pushes his cock into you again, cursing as he does. you wrap your legs around his waist and you can’t find yourself caring about the smug look he gives you as you do. he leans forward to kiss your tears away, “tomorrow, what do you think will happen if i sneak into the reception? if i tell your husband that the woman he loves is only a loan because you’re still mine?”

“y-you wouldn’t dare!” you hiccup as you wrap your arms around his neck. his thrusts only get quicker and harder as he laughs against your neck.

“you know it’s true,” he says as he sucks a hickey into your neck, “you know you still love me,” he thrusts again at the end of the sentence, and you throw your head back in pleasure. “c’mon baby, i know you’re close. such a slut, letting yourself get fucked by someone who isn’t your fiance.”

“‘m…not yours,” you lie. both of you know it’s a lie as his moans become airy and shaky. he calls you out on it, “liar. this pussy,” he reaches down to slap your clit, making you cry out, “is mine,” his hand moves down to your ass and he slaps it, “so is this ass,” his lips move down to your chest, pressing a kiss, “and so is your heart. it’s never been iida’s. never.”

the pleasure from his dick constantly hitting your spot with his words make you cum, immediately clenching down on him. he swears and you recognize the familiar tremble in his body as he cums inside of you. it only makes both of you moan louder as he marks you again as his. he collapses on top of you, limp as you close your eyes tiredly. you don’t have the energy to move him away from you as he grabs your chin. “hey,” he says quietly.

“what?” you ask tearfully as you gain clairty post-orgasm.

“i was serious earlier. i want you back,” he says and you shake your head. 

“don’t say that.”

“don’t marry him. i’ll prove to you i’ve changed,” his voice is gentle and warm, but you know if you continue listening you’ll just fall for empty promises again. “don’t get married tomorrow. stand him up. i’m sure uraraka or someone else can mend his heart back together. maybe aoyama.”

“no, hanta. get out.”

“baby, please-”

“get the fuck out!” you yell as you manage to push him off, avoiding eye contact with him as you cover yourself up with your sheets. “you abandoned me and i didn’t even get an explanation. i don’t care what you have to say.”

he doesn’t respond as he gets out of your bed, silently redressing. once he’s done, he walks over to your window, beginning to leave. he pauses when he hears you sniffle.

“i’ll be waiting back at our old place,” is all he says as he slips out your window, not sparing you another glance.