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He hated her.
He hated her deeply and the mere sight of her fragile and feminine silhouette passing by made his blood boil.
And yet-
For the past few years, Scaramouche and Mona had attended the same university and the same classes. At first glance, Scaramouche found an attractive woman who he would most likely want to get to know in every way possible. The way she smiled or laugh or listened carefully to almost everything, with her big light green eyes shining as if the stars reflected on them, made his heart sail, crushed and sink at the bottom of the ocean ludicrously fast, he just couldn’t understand why and became just a tiny bit obsessed over every inch of her and everything remotely related to the purple-haired girl.
But the more he knew her, the more everything grew, at an intoxicating speed, and while Mona seemed oblivious, Scaramouche felt every bit of it.
So the only way he found himself bearable to be around her, was through hate.
And he would hate her with every bit of himself.
Or else.
So their dynamic drastically changed when Scaramouche decided to be as nasty and cruel as he could with the poor girl who couldn’t even process what was happening. But Mona, despite being all glitter and smiles wasn’t going to just receive all the free hate Scara was pushing over her, and she bite back.
Did he want war? She would deliver.
And Mona did what most likely anyone would, she started a competition. Actually, several ones. In almost anything she could. Because nothing felt worse than having that one person you hate being better than you at pretty much anything.
And once more, she delivered.
Scaramouche wasn’t stupid, at least not in anything you could measure with grades, scores, tangible results, he could score as high as it was possible, even delivering extra homework when it wasn’t needed, he had to try in almost nothing, he was just smart. But Mona wasn’t just a pretty face, her brain match the exterior and it was driving him mad. Wherever he did the best, she did better, she broke every score he set, demolished every thin space that was between them and suddenly they were publicly competing all the time, and what was supposed to keep her away so his feelings would most likely vanish, turned out to be what brought them together in more than one way.
Scaramouche walked fast through the hallway, avoiding each and every one of the students that got in his way, a few “hi” or “hello”s went in his direction but he was too focused, too in rage, too busy to even look in their direction.
Mona passed him a few minutes before he started his walk, walked in front of him pretty much like floating, never really touching the floor (or at least that is what Scaramouche felt whenever he saw her), she smiled, a little bit cute or a little bit evil, he couldn’t tell, but right after the eye contact was made, she disappeared into the mass of people leaving nothing but her perfume behind.
And he once more went mad.
Mad for her, mad of love, mad of hatred, plain and completely mad.
He knew exactly where she was, he could recognize her smell between everything else, he could distinguish it no matter what. Behind a closed door, an empty room, he walked upstairs, and there it was their secret place.
Scaramouche could barely enter the room before Mona had him pinned against it. Her lips crushed his fast and didn’t even give him time to process before her hands were all over his clothes, and under it.
A soft gasp escape his lips as a response to the sudden attack, but he didn’t hold back, his hands quickly adjusted to her waist, that same sinuous curve he was so used to touch, to roam in, her soft skin against his tough hands, he hated how much he needed her.
Their lips kept crushing one against the other, pretty much like fighting for dominance, but none of them were ready to give up, the dark-haired boy bit her lips in between kisses, his fingers sinking into her skin, probably causing bruises she would be mad about tomorrow.
But this moment was everything and tomorrow could come later.
Scaramouche guided Mona to one of the tables that were on the disuse classroom, grabbed by the thighs, and sit her on top of it, positioning himself in between them, their bodies so close, their lips never parting away for more than an instant.
“Scara…” It came out as a plea, and Mona hated herself, but she could hate herself later. All she could focus on now was the boy between her legs and the hard pressure she was feeling. Her head felt filled with fog, she couldn’t think straight whenever he was around, her heart always pounding out of her chest, there was only him and nothing else, his lips, his hair, the way he smiled against her skin, how they bit each other and eat each other out.
“Hmm?” A soft answer, he was so soft when he was like this with her, alone, hidden, the all ego number one of every class, touching her softly, whispering the same way. His hand was resting on top of her cheek, caressing it with the side of his fingers.
“I…” Her mouth hung open as the words never got out of her. A mixture between wanting him to continue like this forever or maybe just this exact moment. Mona had wondered. Was she in love? Did she love Scaramouche? A part of her was sure she did, there was no other way she would be like this with anyone else, but he hated her, he made that very clear soon after they first met. So she decided to hate him back. But the moment this kind of encounter started to… happen, she couldn’t let go, not anymore, not now that she knew how he tasted, she knew the way their skin felt together, how he felt inside of her. She couldn’t let go.
So she shut herself and kissed him back.
But Scara noticed. Didn’t say anything, but noticed, and kissed her back.
His hand went from her cheek to the back of her neck, and held her there, kissed her deeply, her lips fell open as his tongue went inside intrusively, fighting with the owner of the most desired mouth in the room, he needed her so bad.
And she could tell.
“We don’t have that much time y’know?” She hurried him, but behind her voice, there was a smile, she was playing with him.
“Oh, you don’t wanna get discovered here with me, huh?”
A silence dropped in between them, Mona didn’t deny it nor confirm it, a small part of him doubted.
“...Or what, you wanna have me inside that badly?”
There he was, nasty.
A smile slipped into her lips, she couldn’t help it.
“Maybe I do”
“Oh, do you?” Soft kisses ended up on her cheeks, slowing going down, her neck, biting a bit, her collarbone, kissing, licking. He opened one of the top buttons of her shirt, slowly kissing down her cleavage, the start of her breasts just where her black lace bra was hiding. His hands grabbed her thighs demandingly, pressing them on each side of his hip. He was so lost in lust. “Maybe if you beg”
“Oh, c’mon we really don’t have time…” her voice turned into a whisper, the air suddenly leaving her lungs. Scara’s fingers hung dangerously close to her knickers, so close he could feel the heat coming out of her.
“Then beg, honey”
Mona’s face went red, her whole body stiff.
Her lips parted as she tried, really tried to.
“P-Please Scara...” Her face lifts up to meet him “Please take me”.
His heart genuinely skipped a bit.
He wanted more.
An intense and overwhelming hunger took over him.
He needed to hear more.
“Beg” he bit her neck hungrily, as he knew she wanted, leaving bite marks all over her although they both agreed that wasn’t supposed to happen ever. Bruises like stars. They’ll manage later.
“Please Scara, I need you” her hands lost themselves on his hair, tangling it on her fingers, pulling it as hard as he was biting.
He stopped for just a second.
“Where?”
Silence, anxious eternal silence.
“Inside of me”
And he was lost, done for it. She needed him as much as he needed her.
His lips went back to meet hers while his hands managed to find a way into her skirt, Mona’s hands helped him, freeing one of her legs out of her knickers so he could toss it aside. His shaky hands removed his own belt and pants, lowering them just enough so he could take his erection out and into her.
They both tremble at first, as he sinks into her, they both swear they could just die into each other right there and now.
He gave her a bit of time to adjust to the size and the sudden intrusion, and as Mona starts to wiggle her hips against him, he thrust back, sinking deeper and deeper into her.
Moans and grunts got lost in each other’s mouths, they were supposed to keep quiet, and yet it was so hard when Scaramouche insisted on pounding her so fiercely, his lips desperately searching for hers, losing himself on the girl he had been crushing for a while now. Her legs were tightly locked around his waist while his arms kept her still by grabbing her tights. The table where Mona was sitting sound with each and every trust but they couldn’t care less even if they tried.
“You take me so well, Mona” But Mona couldn’t think, much less talk, Scara was all over her head and the pleasure made everything blurry, he could feel the distinguishable feeling of getting closer and closer to coming, and she was almost certain Scaramouche was close too, his thrust becoming erratic, his kisses missing her lips, his fingers burying a little too tough on her legs, he was losing control as he lost himself.
“Scara, I’m--”
“You gonna come, hm?” As if it was praise, he pulled her closer, getting in her deeper, for just a split second Mona almost passed out.
“O-Oh god”
“What, too good for you?”
“Faster Scara, pleasepleaseplease ”
“As my princess wishes”
If Mona wanted fast, he would be as fast as he could. If she wanted deeper, crazier, tougher, he would be the very best.
“Come for me, honey” despite the force he was putting to every thrust, he lowered himself down to her ear, so she could listen to his command carefully. Several shockwaves went through her spine as the climax hit her like an earthquake, she almost faint in the process. As she wasn't allowed to actually scream she bit fiercely his shoulder in an effort to contain everything exploding inside of her, within a few thrusts Scaramouche followed her, Mona could feel the bruises on her legs as he sunk down his fingers on her thighs, riding down his high on her. They don’t really care he came raw on her, they just needed each other. He supported his forehead on Mona’s shoulder as they both wait for their bodies to stop trembling.
For just a split second before coming out of her, Scara looks into her deep clear green eyes with all the affection he usually doesn’t show, and Mona felt like the world could just end and it would’ve been fine. He gives her one last kiss before pulling out and putting back his clothes.
They stare into each other's eyes, as usual, Mona wants to say something, change something, get out of the classroom with their hands intertwined, but no one says a word.
They know that outside this borrowed time, stolen kisses, they are nothing.
Rivals, in the best case.
But will the stars allow them to be more?