If requests are open, can you please do more enemies with benefits (villain and hero)? Thank you if you do 😼
“For the record, this was the last time.”
“You already said that two days ago.” The villain sighed as they put their shirt back on. Most of the time, they were barely able to walk to their normal job after 20 minutes with the hero and some anxious part of their brain was convinced that this was part of the hero’s plan to eliminate them.
However, today did feel a little more melancholic, considering that the hero mentioned the dooming “last time” more often than usual.
“Yeah, but this time, I actually mean it.” The hero combed through their hair with their hand, their gaze avoiding the villain. The villain couldn’t help but feel a deep dark pit open up in their stomach. The villain was aware that they weren’t entitled to the hero. The hero didn’t owe them anything. Quite the contrary.
But somewhere along the way they had gotten crucially, hopelessly and terribly attached to their nemesis. In a way that was worse than punching each other’s throats. Worse than the bruises, worse than the broken bones at 12 AM.
The villain stood up from the bed but they kept their distance.
“Was it good, though?” The hero didn’t turn around and the villain could hear the bitterness in their voice.
“Of course it was,” the hero said. “Of course it was good.”
The villain could tell there was something close to a sob stuck in the back of their throat. Feelings were, as one might expect, off limits.
Which made everything even more complicated than it was supposed to be. The villain closed their eyes, took in a deep breath.
Just this once. They had said this before, they recalled.
With a featherlight touch, they traced the hero’s spine. The hero flinched.
“We can continue this forever,” the villain said. They lowered their voice, pressed a kiss to the hero’s cheek from behind. “Don’t think for a second that I want to stop this.”
“It should have never…we…I mean, I—” They turned around and to the villain’s surprise, their nemesis was close to tears. “It’s just…I feel so happy with you.”
The villain stared at the hero. Their mouth was slightly agape. They couldn’t think. Was that right? Had they heard the hero say that? The hero tried to explain themselves but the villain wasn’t listening. They tried to concentrate but they couldn’t.
This was just simple chemistry, right? Of course the hero was happy with them, after all they were devouring each other multiple times a week. But then again, that wouldn’t explain why the villain’s heart was jumping every time they saw the hero, not only when the hero was on top of them.
The villain blinked once. Twice.
“…and it’s just, it’s so painful. I don’t even know what I’m saying, I—” The villain pressed their mouth back against the hero’s, this time harder than their usual initiation. They grabbed the hero by the waist and pulled them closer, their fingertips digging under clothes with gentle carefulness.
They parted, both of them blushing.
“I’d marry you on the spot, you know that, right?” the villain whispered. “I don’t care if this is wrong. I don’t care what others think. We can be together, if that’s what you want.”
They let their thumb brush over the hero’s bottom lip. The hero’s eyes widened.
“I…” The hero grabbed the villain’s forearm. “I wish we could.”
“We can. We will,” the villain said. They raised the hero’s chin to look up at them. “Your call.”
The hero’s expression softened. And then, finally, they smiled.
“Okay, fine,” they whispered. “Can I ask for a second round?”
“Only if I get to be on top.”
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