random smut

professor Venomous 2

Ever since you had been a young hero, you had always had sort of a... crush on Professor Venomous. You watched him from afar every time he passed by the Plaza to do business at BoxMore, you cherished his Pow Cards (yes, cards. You had many duplicates of him and you would never trade them away, thank you very much.), and you most certainly were ecstatic when you found out he was partnering with Lord BoxMan, changing the company to Voxmore - presumably for good. You even had pictures of him stuck on almost every surface of your bedroom.

Okay, maybe it was more of a slight obsession. But really, who could blame you? He was hot and you had daddy issues, of course you were gonna think about him when you weren't fighting villains or helping out at the bodega. Especially late at night, laying in bed, and-

Anyways.

In your defense, it did start as an innocent little crush, though. Just admiring the cool gadgets he creates, and his ability to make henchmen of organic matter. Very impressive, even if he was a villain. But obviously, that didn't last forever; it was but a few years before it turned into a manifestation of all of your horny feelings.

When you were sent to stop Venomous from selling glorbs to another villain illegally, you almost fainted. Of course you weren't going to pass up an opportunity to see him up close and defeat him (and maybe see him under you... ohmygod-). You eagerly nodded, coming up with a plan before going in, heart beating out of your chest.

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Sneaking into VoxMore wasn't that difficult, if you were honest. The Darell bots guarding the entrance were bickering back and forth, on the verge of self-destructing. You hid in the shadows as you did your best to make your way to the "business" quarters, where you assumed the glorb dealing would be done, briefly wondering why someone like Enid or even sweet little K.O., bless his heart, wasn't picked for this job. You scratched that thought out of your head all quickly as it popped up.

And there he was, Professor Venomous, holding an open (why the fuck was it open?) briefcase, full of glorbs. No other villains in sight, so why the fuck was it open? Whatever, it was time. As soon as he turned his back, you sprinted up to him, light on your feet. Turns out you weren't as graceful as you initially thought you were, though, because before you were halfway to him, he interrupted you.

"I know you're there." Venomous said coldly, swaying ever so slightly. You stopped dead in your tracks, trying to stay as silent as possible. "Come on, hero, come at me, I'd like to see you try." He spoke again, snapping the case in his hands shut. Your face flushed, and you looked like a dear in headlights. Getting caught on a stealth mission was one thing, but by the villain that you've fantasized about almost every night? Oh. My. Fucking. God. "I don't have all day, hero. C'mon."

His words snapped you back to reality, shaking the nerves out of your body. You ran up to him, no longer caring about the slight clacking noise your shoes made on the hard tiled floor. At your attempt to apprehend him, Venomous grabbed your wrist in an iron grip. You struggled against his hold, throat dry. You sputtered, trying to come up with something, anything, to say to him.

"Well, that was easy. What am I going to do with you?" He tutted at you, tone condescending. "I could have you escorted back to the plaza where you belong? No, that would be too boring. I think," he paused to think for a moment, before speaking again. "I think I should punish you for wasting my time. Yes, yes, that should do just fine."

And Holy shit, did that do things to you. You clenched your thighs together, avoiding his piercing gaze. Then you saw the case on the floor near him. You could fight back, you could take the glorbs and probably kick his ass if you tried. But no - it'd be more interesting to see what this 'punishment' would be. The mere thought of what it could be aroused you.