Villain or hero (either one) “torturing” the other (with extreme pleasure/edging) to get information?
(I wouldn’t mind if they both had switch energy and the one being “tortured” was very good at flirting/dirty talk and the one doing the torturing got a lil flustered and made a hasty exit at the end *////* but that’s up to you!!)
“Ah, look what the cat’s dragged in…” the villain said, rather playfully. They weren’t in the mood for insults and they weren’t in the mood for fighting with their hero. Not when they were the one who was saving them from a potentially annoying night. Besides, the villain had invited them.
It was bait, actually. And the villain wasn’t quite sure if the hero was fully aware of that. Hell, they were more than surprised to see that their nemesis had actually shown up. They had prepared for a boring evening but now things seemed to be getting interesting.
“Could I borrow you for a second?” The hero flashed a smile at the person (some business owner, the villain hadn’t really paid attention) next to the villain and grabbed their arm lovingly, as if they were married.
“Sure, honey.”
Before the villain could even register what happened, the hero dragged them into an empty storage room, pushed them against the wall and pressed a knife to their throat. The hero’s mood had changed from saccharinely sweet to bitterly serious.
“Damn, you’re into that?” The villain looked down at the knife and grinned. “I don’t know, I could be into that, too. Maybe? We’ll see.”
“You fucking asshole. Do you know what kind of coordinates you gave me?” the hero hissed. But the villain could only smile lazily. Being pushed against the wall by their nemesis felt amazing. Touching all the right places, forcing eye contact, grabbing them hard enough to let excitement rise within — all of it made them shiver in anticipation.
The hero didn’t look like it but they were certainly strong. Which was extremely hot.
“You mean the coordinates you forced me to give to you?” It had happened last week when the hero had captured the villain. During a mission, the hero had learnt about the ridiculous amount of stolen artworks the villain had in their possession.
“Same difference.”
“What can I say? I’m a lover of culture. I won’t give up that easily.” The hero’s knife pressed harder into the villain’s windpipe and stupidly, they enjoyed themselves a little too much. The hero was warm and their face got a little too red in the heat of the discussion. Honestly, the villain was disappointed that the hero had come here for business, not because they wanted to see their beloved enemy. But this was definitely better than wasting their time with rich people.
“You know where these coordinates led me to?” the hero asked.
“Enlighten me.”
“A fucking McDonald’s. You embarrassed me in front of my whole team.” That made the villain chuckle. The thought of their hero blushing in front of their team and being humiliated brought them immense joy.
“You couldn’t check your GPS system before, hm? Shame, baby,” the villain whispered. Although it was more difficult to talk normally with the pressure on their throat, they couldn’t help themselves. “Pretty thing.”
“God, you absolute piece of—”
“Didn’t think about that? Too busy hunting every little piece of information I give to you? Too obsessed to think straight? Too—”
The hero grabbed their jaw and the pressure of the knife faded. However, the villain’s blood pressure skyrocketed as the hero pressed a knee between their thighs.
“Listen. I need those artworks back immediately. I am losing my patience and my compassion here.”
“Does that mean you like meee, honey? Got a soft spot?”
For a moment, the hero didn’t say anything but their thumb rubbing over the villain’s cheek was enough to make the villain’s legs tremble. The way they looked at them, calculating, studying — it drove the villain insane. Eventually their eyes dropped to the villain’s lips.
“Fuck, you never learn,” they said softly and their grip hardened.
What the villain didn’t except was a kiss this soft. Something so sweet and loving. They expected the hero to be rough as their hand glided down to their throat. They expected them to squeeze but it was quite the contrary — a hesitant first kiss that was nothing like the stuff the villain was usually into.
Both of them were out of breath once they parted and the villain swore they felt their brain liquify. Turning tables and all.
Even though the hero had kissed them, they were embarrassed, avoiding eye contact. It was adorable and hot, as if the hero had acted out of desire, not out of obligation. Maybe the hero had come here because they wanted to see the villain, not primarily because of business.
“Am I not good enough for your tongue?” the villain teased and this time, the kiss wasn’t as innocent.
The hero pressed them against the wall with their whole body. One hand was still around their throat, squeezing a little now and the other on their lower stomach where eager fingers tried to find ways into their pants. Every now and then, the villain’s eyes widened and they moaned into the other’s mouth when the hero’s fingers dug a little deeper, touched a little more.
And the kiss was sloppy, demanding. The way the hero used their tongue was electric. Being completely present, completely in control, yet not too demanding. The villain got pushed into obedience gently, lured into it and, god, they didn’t want to come out of it.
The villain was ready to confess all their sins to them and let them execute them if it meant they would exchange looks one last time.
For the second time, they parted and this time, the villain had no words except for a broken version of the hero’s real name which they could only moan.
“Listen,” the hero said again, panting. They pressed the villain’s hips back into the wall. “I’m gonna get those coordinates. The real ones.”
The villain looked at them, heart beating in their throat, lust overwhelming them.
“Your hand…” they said. “Please.”
“Coordinates,” the hero said. Their hand reached deeper into the villain’s pants, touching sensitive skin methodically, making the villain curse.
“You’re so good at this,” they whispered. “Fuck…”
Eventually, the villain threw their head back, bumping back into the wall. They needed this. They hadn’t know that they did, but they did. Not even thinking about it, they put their own hand into their pants, finding the hero’s and following their movements.
It was a slow process — thanks to the hero’s control — and the villain was close to losing their mind.
“I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want,” the hero whispered at one point, slowing down and the villain, completely detached from reality, promised them to give them the information they wanted.
Little did they know that the coordinates they gave to the blushing hero after they finished, sent them to the next McDonald’s.
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