#okok soldiers i am back in the trench

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Can i pretty please with a cherry on top have more hero x subby villain? And please make it as smutty as you can as i want to feel something in this sad sad life :)

hggg s-s-smut

“Fucking Christ — be a bit gentler, would you?”

The hero grinned mercilessly with the hint of a sadistic nature. The villain couldn’t quite tell if they really meant it since the hero tip-toed that line on a regular basis. It made the villain doubt their own abilities at times, made them believe they were nothing but a toy the hero liked to toss around.

It was the truth. Inevitably.

Today, the hero had decided to go for a slow pace. A cruel pace that was driving the villain insane, making them dig their nails into the hero and bite their lip so hard they thought they’d break skin.

Grabbing the hero’s hips, forcing them to move faster didn’t lead anywhere, though. Quite the contrary, it made the hero take their time even more.

“You weren’t really gentle with me today either,” the hero said. They had the audacity to slow their movements even more, making the villain curse quietly. Chasing their own pleasure was impossible when the hero was teasing them like this.

“We’re enemies. Had to make it believable—”

“Didn’t have to spit in my face.” The villain blushed, eyes popping open as they recalled the scene. It had been such a stupid idea but at the moment, they’d thought it to be fun. The cameras had certainly loved it.

“Didn’t have to be so evil,” they snapped. Suddenly, the hero stopped their pace all at once and every little building heat the villain had felt in their stomach vanished. Angry and possessive, the villain responded with an arching back, trying to get that pleasant feeling back into their guts.

“Open your mouth,” the hero commanded. For a moment, time froze. The villain’s heartbeat was in their throat, pulsing so loud they feared the hero could hear it.

Knowing that the hero was impatient, the villain obeyed but it was apparently not even remotely satisfactory to their enemy. They grabbed the villain’s jaw and forced their mouth to open wider with their fingers. As they sucked the saliva onto their tongue, they leaned over them, bottom lips touching. The hero let it drop into the villain’s mouth, watching with ecstatic excitement how the villain’s blush spread over their entire body.

Holy fuck.

It was messy. Making the villain have all sorts of reactions. The hero kissed them gently and their tongue pressed against their bottom lip, teasingly mean and the villain felt something beyond lust. It made them obedient and weak, ready to drop to their knees and serve the hero however they wanted.

“Don’t you dare do that again,” the hero whispered and the villain swallowed, embarrassed. “Don’t embarrass me like that ever again.”

“Christ, you’re insane,” the villain said. A breathless laugh escaped their mouth and it was more than difficult to look into the hero’s eyes.

“And you get off to that, don’t you?”

Once again, the villain’s eyes widened.

“I hate you,” they hissed and they meant it. They hated the hero. Hated their stupid smile, their flirty voice, what they looked like in the moonlight, how they hummed when they were nervous, how they chewed on their lips whenever they were at the end of their rope. They hated them with every last cell in their body.

“And still, you keep crawling back for more.”

The hero continued their slow tempo and the villain couldn’t decide whether they loved or truly hated that.