Knockout and Cheshire

Author's Note: Psst, if you're enjoying this story, please tell me if there are any typos, misspellings, or grammar errors. Some are intentional (Tessa has a specific voice, Grammarly); many are not.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' I thought. My back was literally against the wall. I was sitting down against the bottom of the teller's desk. I looked at the doorway, now blown off its hinges. I was thirty seconds from being home-free before those costumed buffoons crashed through and fucked it all up. 'I hate supervillains and superheroes. You don't see me dressing up in bright leotards and smashing through buildings. Low profile means low chance of getting caught. Have none of these fuckers played GTA? Shit.'

"Why are we stealing from banks again Cheshire?" The buff one said. She was seven feet tall and made of muscle. She was wearing what amounted to a green one-piece matching suit--with a matching mask and boots--and had bright red hair.

"Because, Knockout, we're on the outs with the Secret Six right now, and we need cash." Her raven-haired friend said. She was also wearing a small green number, but instead of a bathing suit, it was more of a bathrobe. One that was so short I could see her matching green panties. It had a single, impractically long sleeve that was constantly falling off her shoulder. At least she accessorized. She wore a green headband, thigh-high boots, and golden jewelry all over. Between that and all her weapons, she was covered in more metal than cloth.

"On the ground with your faces against the wall! And if I see any of you reach for a phone your funeral's gonna be closed casket." Knockout shouted at scared bank-goers. "You're on the outs Cheshire, I can go back to the team whenever after the shit I've done to save their skin." Cheshire stopped walking into the bank and glared at her.

"Is that why you're sleeping on Scandal Savage's couch right now while your stripper impersenator's in your wife's bed?" Knockout straight-up growled at Cheshire.

"Cold. We're going through a rough patch. And Liana is my wife too. We share the bed."

'Okay, I'm done. I hate this. I don't need to hear the personal life of supervillains.' I stare at my bag. 'If I wait long enough a superhero will def come and save the day, but then I have to deal with a superhero and the cops trying to find missing money, and that means my missing money. Maybe I can dump it?' I frowned as I thought of the plan for half a second. 'That means unloading lots of cash in front of the bank-robbing supervillains. Great way to get your skull caved in. No, I think I'm the one who will have to get myself out of this own.' I start unbuttoning my coat while keeping it closed.

"Okay, let's get this started." Knockout cracked her fingers and ran straight through one of the teller desks. I cough at the dust she kicked up. She was heading to the vault.

'Okay, that's calming. Just one supervillain for the time being,' I thought.

"Aww, what do we have here?" Shit, Cheshire had noticed me. Without looking she sliced a pearl necklace off another hostage and flicked it into her free hand with the business end of her sword. Then, she slowly approached me.

'Shit. Nut up or shut up time.' She dropped down in a squat to look me eye to eye. I could feel her breath on me. She cocked her head to the side and squinted her eyes.

"You're hiding something." She tapped my coat. "Open."

'If you insist.' I thought. I pulled open my coat once again. Cheshire didn't stand a chance. She was already staring at my center so I didn't need to do anything to draw her eyes to me. One second she was intimidating me with a brandished blade, the next she was struggling not to drool over herself.

"Fuck yourself with the hilt of your sword," I said to her calmly. "And don't stop, no matter what happens." Cheshire instantly pushed her bottoms to the side and started going to town. She whimpered and moaned but refused to break contact with my chest. "Go harder. Double time. As fast and hard as possible." She put both hands on her katana's hilt and shoved it in and out. She put in so much **** she threw her head back and broke eye contact.

"Wait what? Oh Goddd," She moaned. "Who are you? Ah! Why am I doing this? Mmm, fuck. Stop it!"

"I dunno, maybe you're just a skanky bitch?" I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her into a **** kiss. She tried to put up a fight but she was flustered and focused on trying to resist my commands. She melted into my mouth. I took in her taste. I think I finally understood the concept of a femme fatale. She smelled like mint and tasted like cherries, but I could feel, even when assaulted on both fronts, she carried herself like a warrior. Just a warrior who was losing.

"Fuck you! Ooooo." She cried out when I let her go.

"I think you're a little preoccupied fucking yourself." I shoved her to the ground. She tried to get up but her hands wouldn't move and her legs kept on slipping as she hit just the right spot. I crawled over to her jittering body. I pulled her headband over her eyes, blindfolding her.

"When I get out of this, I'm gonna kill you!"

"Then it's a good thing you won't." I unclipped her sheath and belt and threw them far away, then pulled off her boots.

"Usually you strip a woman before fucking her."

"I'm trying to remove your weapons,” I scoffed. I removed and tossed away the rest of her jewelry and pulled down her top so her sleeves fell off her arms. She tried to grab me but every time one arm was off the shaft the other made up for it by forcing it further inside her. Once I was pretty sure she wasn’t hiding anything sharp or dangerous I slowly crawled from the mostly naked villain. I looked around the bank. Everyone assumed what was going on by her loud moans, but valued their lives too much to turn around and check. Good, if I just disable Knockout I can be out of here.