I had always been the villain in other people's stories. The one they loved to hate. The one who was blamed for everything that went wrong. I was tired of it. I wanted to be the hero for once. I wanted to do something different.
One night, as I was wandering the streets of Tokyo, I saw him. Denki Kaminari. He was a pro hero now, and he looked older and more attractive than I remembered. I couldn't help myself. I decided to mess with him.
I approached him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Denki," I said, my voice dripping with false sweetness. "It's been a long time."
He looked at me, surprise flickering across his face. "Shinsou? Is that you?"
I nodded, a sly smile spreading across my face. "It's me. I couldn't help but notice how good you look these days. How about we go somewhere private and I show you just how much I appreciate your new look?"
Denki's face turned bright red, and he stuttered out a protest. But I could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted this, even if he was too afraid to admit it.
I took his hand and led him to a nearby hotel. We checked in, and I could feel the tension between us growing with every step. As soon as the door to our room closed, I pounced.
I kissed him, hard and deep. He responded eagerly, his hands tangling in my hair. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, and I knew he was mine for the taking.
I pushed him back onto the bed, my hands roaming over his body. He was so beautiful, so perfect. I wanted to possess him, to make him mine.
I undressed him slowly, savoring every inch of his skin. He was so responsive, so sensitive. I could tell he had never been touched like this before.
I took my time, exploring every inch of his body. I kissed him, licked him, sucked him. I drove him wild with pleasure, until he was begging for more.
And then, when I knew he was ready, I entered him. He cried out, his body tensing around me. But I didn't stop. I kept going, harder and faster.
I could feel him coming apart beneath me, his body trembling with pleasure. And then, with one final thrust, I joined him.
We lay there, panting and sweating, for what felt like hours. I could feel his heart racing, matching mine.
"That was...incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
I smiled, satisfied. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You're mine now, Denki. My hero."
He looked at me, a mixture of fear and desire in his eyes. "Yours?"
I nodded. "Yes. Mine. And I'll never let you go."
He didn't resist. He couldn't. He was mine, heart and soul.
For the first time in my life, I was the hero. I had taken what I wanted, and I had won.
And I knew, deep down, that I would never be satisfied with just one night. I would always want more.
I would always want Denki.
And I would always be his villain.