"My dear," Billy chuckled as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over each other. "You can stop denying it."
The girl shook her head violently. "Its not that - I'm not - I don't -" She wasn't gay, right. That was out of the question. It wasn't possible, even, because here she was, feeling - well, something - as Billy had magically forced her on her knees.
The boy raised a brow, reading her thoughts. "Its not me you're into. And you know it." With that, he stepped closer, bended through his knees to look into the girls eyes, and as his eyes started to glow blue, he planted a vision in her mind.
With her, right there on the ground. On her knees. But it wasn't Billy anymore, who was standing in front of her.
It was Agatha.
Enemies. That was what you were. She was an Avenger, you were a criminal. You should hate her, she should hate you. So why do you love the feeling of her skin pressed against yours? Moans spilling from her lips? The taste of her on your tongue?
Casual, rough sex. That was all it was supposed to be but soon feelings start to get involved. Would something so scandalous be able to last?
18+ only
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Posted on my Ao3 @LoveIsAnImaginaryDagger and was posted on my old Wattpad account @LovePersevering before it was taken down