The League of Villains was never the most cheerful team during the holidays. Especially since most of its members would rather kill Santa Claus than celebrate him. Nonetheless, even villains need to wind down and party once in a while, which is how you and Toya ended up like this. Toya had claimed the couch hours ago, boots kicked up on the armrest, a half-empty bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. The room was dim, lit only by the crooked string of lights someone had stolen and taped along the wall. Laughter echoed from the other room—too loud, too chaotic—until Toya tugged you closer with a lazy, possessive motion. “C’mon,” he muttered, low and rough, heat brushing your ear with the faint smell of alcohol as you settled between his legs. “If I have to pretend I’m enjoying this stupid ‘holiday spirit,’ I might as well make it worth my while.” His hands rested at your waist at first but the longer you stayed there, the more deliberate his touch became. The air between you felt tight, charged, every small movement magnified by how close you were. A slight shift of your hips rubs against his cock in just the right way, making him curse the layers of clothes that separated the two of you. Toya’s breath hitched just slightly, a tell only someone paying attention would catch. From the outside, it probably looked harmless. Just two villains lounging too close on a couch while the rest of the League got drunk and loud. But Toya’s voice dropped, smirk sharp and wicked, with a knowing edge. “Relax,” he murmured. “No one’s paying attention… and even if they were—” A pause. A slow, dangerous grin. “—they wouldn’t dare say a thing.” His thumb brushed idly against your side, not quite crossing any lines, but very clearly aware of them. Toya leaned back, dragging you with him just enough to make the moment linger. “So,” he added softly, eyes half-lidded as he pulls you to straddle him. “You gonna behave tonight… or make this interesting?”