Control (BHNA x Female Villain Reader)

You Taste As Sweet As Death

🍋 Be advised, chapter may or may not contain premarital handholding...

"I feel a tingle at the back of my throat. I'm throbbing let your heartbeat erase my loneliness" 

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'Life— used to be simple.'

'Anyone in my position would dream of grandeur. If I'd chosen to be a hero, I would've been in the top 10 easily. But that life never appealed to me; it was far too clean.'

'I hadn't even finished high school when I signed up to join the HPSC. There, I was free to do what I wanted; I could drink, kill a villain, and pursue a woman all in the same day, and no one batted an eye. Significant pay, political immunity, secrets even most heroes couldn't access were all at my fingertips.'

'A dear friend always warned me to never ask too many questions; ignorance is bliss, she'd say. So I didn't. I never asked questions about the people I trained, killed, and eventually buried; I just nodded my head and did my job. All of us were dogs specially trained by the HPSC to maintain peace and hunt the cancer spreading across the country.

'No length was too far, and no amount of casualties was too high. The drink I poured grew with every comrade I buried; even then, I never questioned what we were doing. I'm not the type of person who can lecture others about morality or the right thing to do. That's why when that troublesome girl reappeared, I went along with her. So long as the cost is acceptable, it's fine; it isn't my job to care anymore. I'll take responsibility and keep you in line.'

'My life used to be simple. If I hadn't asked those questions about you, if I had just refused back, then maybe it still would be.'

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3rd Person

3 months prior

"Ah— ohh... I'm so close I—" Saccharine moans spilled from the girl's lips as the pleasure she received was cresting, making it impossible to bite back. Long fawn hair was splayed across the luxurious bedsheets, thoroughly soaked with sweat and juices. The girl was a mess; hickeys and lipstick littered her curvaceous body, leaving a stinging sensation that was oh-so enticing. All that, combined with the brutal pace of the fingers entering her, was too much, and once more, her voice slipped out. "P-please... Y-Y/N, let me finish... plea-"

All at once, the pleasure stopped. The girl sobbed, her climax ruined; her hands shot up to her face, whipping away her tears of frustration. She had never before felt such denial; it was cruel, maddening, and agonizing. She hated it; she loved it.

Her mouth opened in defiance, eager to complain about her treatment and beg for her release. But all thought of that was forgotten when she stared at the woman atop her. There was a slight smirk on her face as the H/C-haired girl shoved her thumb into her prey's mouth, hushing her immediately. The girl with faun hair moaned, dutifully sucking on the digit. She only knew one thing about the mysterious girl who had thoroughly dominated every facet of her being; her name, Y/N.

Y/N was the exact opposite of her; while she was a panting mess covered in marks and fluids, Y/N was entirely composed. Only the smallest of smirks were present on Y/N's face; her body was pristine as well, without a single drop of sweat despite this hours-long affair. Even the faint scars that danced across Y/N's toned body were highlighted by this lustful haze and the pet that Y/N was playing with wanted nothing more than to trace and worship them.