YTMCI ONESHOT

Strip Club [🍋]

Ship : Marvel Stark x Doc. Nevin
Seme : Marvel (stark)
Uke : Nevin (Doc. Octopus)
universe : Brutal Hero /BHR + AU
Genre : lemon, smut? (i'm not rlly sureee)

!¡!Warning!¡!
Smut

Alternative Universe yaks❤️
An AU where the villains doesn't cause troubles daily and pretends to be a part of the normal citizens/Some days in the BHR city is peaceful and some days are not. Plus, Nevin has a low alcohol tolerance and he somehow can't recognize anyone except his close friends

>3< enjoy~ >3<

Doc. Nevin. One of the main villains in the BHR city, is a male whore. Yes. He a whore and a slut too.

One day, a man, the hero of the City, Marvel comes into the strip club where Doc. Nevin works in secret.

Marvel sat down on a chair, poured himself a little whiskey, and watched the frank dancing of the fragile femboys, but he got bored with them and quietly looked around the strip club with his eyes.

The moment the man sets his gaze on Doc. Nevin, He suddenly feels a sudden rush of adrenaline and looks away.

Doc. Nevin, feeling emboldened by the alcohol swirling in his glass, he struts over to Marvel's table, hips swaying seductively. He leans against the edge of the table, letting his hand trail along Marvel's thigh teasingly.

"Evening, handsome," he purrs, flashing a flirtatious smile. He doesn't seem to recognize Marvel yet.

Marvel looks up and sees Doc. Nevin leaning against the edge of the table, his hand trailing along his thigh teasingly. Marvel, seeing his enemy in this state, smirks and takes another sip of his drink before setting it down on the table.

Marvel runs a hand through his hair, his emerald green eyes never leaving Doc. Nevin's body. Following the flow of the situation, he answered back.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Marvel says, his voice low and husky.

Doc. Nevin chuckles softly, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I aim to please," he teases, pushing away from the table and taking a few steps back.

His hands move to the hem of his short skirt, pulling it up just enough to reveal a hint of lace-clad ass. It's a bold move, but Doc. Nevin isn't one to shy away from attention.

"So what brings such a bad boy to a place like this?" Doc. Nevin asked, tilting his head coyly to one side.

Marvel watches him pull up his skirt, revealing a hint of lace-clad ass. A low growl rumbles in his chest, his cock twitching behind his pants. He never realized that this fucking villain was definitely more than just a pretty face.

"Business mostly," Marvel answers (Idk what business but it fits the vibes), his voice rough with barely suppressed desire.

"But I must admit, you've piqued my interest." (Gotta follow the flow of the situation 🪳). Without waiting for an invitation, Marvel stands up and moves closer to Doc. Nevin, pressing his body against the younger man.

"How about we take this somewhere...more private?" - M

Doc. Nevin's breath hitches as Marvel presses himself against him. Doc. Nevin's heart pounding in his chest, He bites his lower lip, trying to suppress a shiver of anticipation.

"Oh? And where might that be?" Doc. Nevin asked, his voice shaky with excitement. "I'm all for keeping things...private."

Doc. Nevin's fingers trace along Marvel's bicep, feeling the hard muscle beneath his touch.