Kinami ❧

You worked hard for this cafe. It was small, almost a micro shop with its two booths by large windowpane glass that overlooked the street. Your quaint neon sign that displayed its name. A small box that extended on the wall displayed the few pastries you’d just made. Its old dark tiled floors and white tiled walls with one bricked one added lots of character. The plants you strewn around it and small floating shelves here and there with your favorite knick knacks and books created the perfect atmosphere.

Now, it was time for a cortada. You pushed the steam wand further up, letting the little whirlpool of steam get to the bottom and create a silky smooth texture.

The shot of espresso you pulled had dripped its last golden drops into your desired clay mug.

This was it. The moment of truth.

Pumping. . .What was today's flavor going to be? Lavender? Rose. . . .caramel– and a dash of cinnamon!

Perfect.

You tilted your cup to the side, slowly circling the milk in. You paused. Taking in a short breath, you begin your art. It was happening. You were doing it! Your little half circles looked amazing! The drink’s texture was glossy looking in all its golden hued glory. All you needed to do was make that one line through the half circles and you'd be able to make a hea–

“Evening, Love.”

It was ruined. The interruption causes your destined heart to be a sad line of squiggles and odd shapes, souring your mood.

You raised your line of sight towards the door. Careful to not let your disappointment and frustration show.

A rather intense looking man with a long black coat was in the cafe. He gave you a brief tight smile before making his way to the cash register. As you made the short steps over, you took a beat to look over his face. He looked rough around the edges, in more ways than one. A hint of scar across his face but not really. He looked tired. His clothes were well kept but almost dingy.

The occupation that would require him to be up at 2:00 am on a Tuesday? You hadn’t the slightest clue. His appearance raises more questions than one.

“I’ll take a uh,” he looked up at the menu, giving it more thought than a man of his appearance ought to have, at least by your assumption, “one black coffee, vanilla latte with soy, and one of ‘em uh,” he snapped his fingers, his face falling into a frown, “Right,” frozen sweet coffee things.” he smiled at you his head swiveling a little before jutting his chin at you.”

Despite his rugged and weary appearance, you couldn't help but be attracted by. . his everything else. The pensive unobtrusive dark brown eyes of his that revealed nothing to you, unless it was a joke or hint of a smile, His hair wasn’t too long or short, just the right length for you to run your hands through, and you couldn't help the thoughts about his beard that raced through your mind. A lovely dark brown you wanted to explore and have explored on your skin

“Did you want the black coffee hot or iced?” You smiled, fighting the giggle bubbling up your throat, but also your fear. You hoped he didn’t notice you staring.

“Whatever you think is best love.” he leaned in slightly with a grin. His eyes darkening in a way that made your heart drop and your nerves rise.

Handsome stranger had a creepy edge.

Or was that just your anxiety lying to you. Creating a problem out of nowhere because you couldn't handle being alone in your tiny shop with a handsome mysterious stranger.

“Coming right u–”

A trail of blood trickled from his brow. He put his hand to his head, smearing it across his face.

“Apologies," he said in a mirthful tone.

Not only was he bleeding, but you noticed the trail of blood all over your floors. From the door to the cash register.

“You're hurt.”

“No need to get your knickers in a twist, love. I'll be alright.”

You went tinto autopilot. Rushing to the back and grabbing a med kit.”

“Easy, love.” he attempted to stop you as you rushed to his side. “It ain’t worth the trouble.”

“What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

“I'm just trying–” you attempted to snap at him. You heart pounding through your chest.

“Look, you already helping by letting me hideout in here for a few minutes. I don't need anything else.” he searched your eyes, waiting for you to answer.

“Well. . you started slowly, “if you don’t need my help, and you don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, then you can clean yourself up and all this fucking blood.”

You pushed the med kit into his chest and walked away.

“There’s the bathroom!” you pointed over your shoulder, “Hurry up!”

——————-—

You don’t know how it ended up like this.

His fingers digging deep into the skin of your waist. Feet firmly on the ground as he thrust up into you hard, bouncing you up and down as he stretched you out with your panties pushed to the side and your skirt bunched over your hips.

“What a greedy little cunt.” He practically purred.

You placed a hand on the window pane glass behind his head.

The noises spilling out of your mouth were already obscene, but the sound of his voice only made it worse.

Your mouth opened wider, your lips in the shape of an o as his nails dug into your skin. Switching from bouncing you on his lap to slow hard thrust that bruised your hips just right.

You squirmed in his grip, fighting to ease some of the pressure, just a tad, but he ignored you, just pulling you down onto him even harder.

Your pussy betrayed you, squeezing and tightening around him.

The sounds wouldn’t stop spilling from you. They fanned across his forehead. Filling the space between you.

“That’s it, Love. Just. keep. taking it.” He emphasized each word with a thrust before placing his thumb on your clit to form small tight circles.

“Ah,” you pant in an attempt to stop him. It was short and high, words refused to form in your mouth. Your mind only focused on the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you. Your pussy focused on keeping him inside, but the wetter you got the harder it became, but Butcher’s iron grip on you refused to let that happen.

You came with a cry, your body holding onto him, he pulled you tighter as he spilled inside of you. Hot spurts of his cum spilled along your walls. His dick didn’t soften, and he didn’t let you go.

He eased his grip.

There was no need to force you to stay. Now that you were weak and overstimulated, you couldn’t move.

He gently cupped your ass in both of his hands, rolling your hips onto his dick.

You whimper into his neck. Your hands weakly grabbing at his shoulders, trying to communicate to him that you couldn’t take anymore.

“Enough of that love.” He chided in your ear. His gruff voice made you clench around him. “Your little cunt is begging for it the way it’s weeping on my cock.”

“Butcher, what the fuck!” A voice you didn’t recognize yelled.

You mustered all of the strength you had to get up, but Butcher, apparently that’s what his name was, is much stronger. He dug his nails into your hips once more, exactly in the same place as before.

You hissed sharply into his neck before biting him. Sucking as hard as you bit down to boot.

But he only chuckled. Causing you to whimper as his dick twitched inside of you.

“I said get in here to lay low and not do anything stupid while I finish the job!”

You turned your head to the side. Timidly catching a glance at the man behind you as Bucher wouldn’t let you go. The wet sounds of his dick in your pussy filling the little quaint cafe.

He was big. There was no other way to put it. Tall, dark tawny skin with neutral almost golden undertones. His skin top fade and beard made the searing heat set in your core burn hotter.

He caught you looking, but didn’t have much of a reaction. Focused on yelling at the man whose lap you were sitting on.

Your pussy throbbed.

Bucher slapped your ass. “Mm.” You keened at the pain.

“Well, well, well,” he chuckled, “someone's got a crush. Ain’t that cute?”

——————-—

“If you want this dick in your mouth, I gotta hear you say it Babygirl.”

They had you on a table now. Propped up on your stomach.

Butcher was rutting away at you, choosing to dig his nails into the meat of your thighs.

You whined as you nodded up at him. A sharp cry quickly falling out as Butcher thrust up into you harder than before.

“Uh-uh,” he crossed his arms, “I said, I gotta hear you say it.”

Your eyes felt big on your face, your cheeks too puffy, and your tongue too heavy as you pouted.

How the fuck were you supposed to talk when this animal of a man wouldn’t stop rutting into you?

“Yes!” You practically wailed as Butcher slapped you on the ass right as you attempted to respond.

“ ‘S no need for none of that when all she needs is a good slap.”

The second man ignored him, focused solely on you.

“Attagirl,” he praised when you slowly started opening your mouth as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. Your mouth fell open even more at his size.

You quickly swallowed before opening your mouth again to play off your nerves, desperate for him not to know how anxious you are.

“Hold out your tongue.” He said firmly but gently, placing his hand on your shoulder to keep your body from jerking too hard at Butcher's antics to ruin whatever was going on between you two.

Well, that last part may be a stretch. You just wanted it that bad. A part of you wished this new man would have come in first opposed to his friend.

“Don’t worry,” he continued as he placed his tip on your tongue, “I’ll talk you through it.”

You squeezed around Butcher.

“Don’t tell me you're falling for that crap.” Butcher swiped a finger along your folds, gathering the excess of your wetness.

Taking that same finger, he snaked it along your ass, swiping at your other hole, teasing the tight little ring.

“I know how you really like it.” He grizzled.

“Is that how you really like it, Babygirl?” He asked you as you moaned around his dick.

Embarrassed to confirm that you did. You hated to admit it, but this wild crazy man who was rough and nasty and willing to do anything and everything turned you on just as much as he did.

He gathered your hair into his hands. Careful not to ruin it or run his fingers in it. Bunching it carefully enough to get a stable grip without ruining the integrity of your hair.

He tested a squeeze and you moaned. Your throat opened wider as you did. He took the opportunity to push in, stretching your throat out thoroughly.

He was half of the way in before you realized what was happening. Your throat squeezed in panic. A choking sound soon followed after.

“You're okay.” Mr Smooth dark skin comforted you. His voice silky smooth but still firm. The combination was addicting as it was intoxicating, making you whine as he continued. “Just breathe. Breath through your nose. Can you do that for me?”

You started breathing through your nose. Inhaling harshly before letting out a big one too shortly.

“Just like that baby.” He praised, even though you could tell you weren’t doing it quite right, but you started following the pattern of his voice, breathing in every time he said breath and breathing out every time he said just like that, or yeah, or keep going.”

“You got it, Babygirl.” He pushed himself the rest of the way. Your nose tickling the hair at his base. You squirmed against Bucther’s cock when you could feel the hint of his balls at your chin.

His thrusts in your mouth were slow and steady. Your pussy so numb, you could hardly feel what Butcher was doing to you..

You were so focused on Mr. Smooth and his words to notice Butcher.

“We're gonna take it real slow. Okay baby?”

He tightened his grip on your hair and pulled out slowly. The retreating fullness leaving your throat inch after inch caused you to vibrate around him with a whine.

Once only his tip was in your mouth he looked down at you, cupping your chin with his free hand. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel it. You could feel the praise in his eyes. The pride in his gaze washed over you.

He stroked his thumb softly on your chin and thrust back into your throat with one fluid motion.

“That’s it Babygirl.”

He did it again. And then again.

Your whines were quickly followed by a slurping suck each time.

“I need you to tighten that mouth, Baby. Can you do that for me?”

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him in hard and letting your throat contract around him.

“Ah-tss, ah-ahahah,” he hissed. His hips thrusting between your lips faster than you knew he would like. Eager to please, you sucked even harder, cherishing every sound and moan that graced its way past his lips. Relishing how his hips snapped into your face, his grip tightening on your hair, and every other sign he was losing control.

“If you keep doing it like that, Babygirl I’m not gonna last.” His voice was strained and tight. You could only imagine how a vein might be popping out of his neck.

He pulled your head back by your hair, hard.

He took back control, slowing you down.

“I don’t see the point in stopping her.” The sound of Butcher pulling out of your pussy was obscene. Ached and tired you whined as the cold air hit it. You were painfully throbbing and pulsating around nothing.

“That’s it, let’s set a pace you can actually handle.” He rewarded you with a scratch at the nape of your hair.

“I say let’s get her on her knees so we can really see what we can do.” Butcher taunted as he placed himself back in his pants.

“I say you shut the fuck up and get out if you’re done.”

“Now where’s the fun in that, eh?”

Butcher swiped his finger through your pussy and pushed it once more between your ass. The action makes you squirm to get away from his finger in your ass, causing you to take more of Mr Smooth in your mouth. Your throat closing around him as you whined.

Mr. Smooth didn’t say anything, but you felt his dick twitch in your throat.

Butcher added another finger and you moaned even more.

This was Mr. Smooth’s breaking point. Groaning, he tightened his grip on your hair.

“I want you to swallow every last drop, okay Babygirl?”

You could only whine as he spilled into your mouth. Hot thick spurts of his cum spilled down the back of your throat. The warmth of it pooling in your belly, filling you up.

Butcher's fingers in your ass only made the ache in your pussy hurt worse as you came for who knows what time that night. Your arousal pooling on the table.

You mewled around him as he held you firmly but gently against him. Making true on his promise to have you take every last drop.

He slowly pulled out your throat. His dick pulsating as it left your mouth, making a slurping sound before ending with a filthy pop of your lips.

“Damn, Babygirl.” Mr. Smooth panted as he looked down at you on the table.

Black Noir, who takes his time with you. Who touches you as if you're a delicate piece of pottery that could shatter at the slightest touch.

Black Noir who fears that the smallest bit of pressure could bruise your skin and break your bones.

So he holds back, retracting his hands when you show the smallest bit of discomfort. He's good at noticing it.

Sometimes you'd have to wrap his arm around you, and keep it there to show him that it's okay. That you won't break. That you can handle being touched by a supe.

In those situations, he would stare at you. His body would be rigid and tense. He'd be holding his breath. His thoughts would be running wild, are you sure that you want this? What if he accidentally bruises your skin? What if-

And at the very end, he would lean against you until his side is barely brushing yours. His thick armour --he insists on wearing it-- closing the space between the two of you more.

If his armour touches you, he barely notices, or refuses to notice it. He's scared to do anything. He's scared to feel something. To let himself like something that he could lose.

He's lost so much during Payback, he can't afford to get close and lose you too.

And when you reach up to unbuckle the straps of his helmet, he'll hesitate. His body will go stiff. What if his scarred face makes you lose interest?

His helmet will slide off, you will see his eyes. One healthy, dark brown eye, shining in the low light of the room whilst turning other is a milky white hue, surrounded by ugly scarring.

You don't flinch away. You never have, you never will. Not at the first sight of his worn, scarred, hands, calloused with decades of working in his field, and certainly not at the disfigurement around his left eye.

The fear in his eyes is clear as day as your fingers slip under his collar to pull his balaclava up. He doesn't stop you. No. He lets you pull his mask up until it slides off his head.

The left side of his head is bald with old burns and disfigurement. Flesh regrown in a way that makes your heart twist at the untold history he refuses to tell you.

His eyes stare at you, the warm hue of his healthy eye and the milky depths of his sightless eye, waiting for you to say something. Anything.

The kiss that follows surprises him. The man who had tried so hard to hide himself from the world, often shutting you out just to stare at something as if the air was having a conversation with him.

He wants to recoil. To hide away. To scribble down that you're doing the wrong thing by staying with him. By staying with damaged goods, that he's the wrong person-

.Black Noir had first been on Payback, and he was a part of that team for a long while. 

.He was loyal to Vought mainly, and he was so loyal that he betrayed Soldier Boy and kept secrets from Homelander as well. 

.But there was one person that he was more loyal to than Vought or Homelander, and that was you, the love of his life. 

.He met you on one of his missions, and he saw you as a pure and innocent person~ Which he has a HUGE Soft spot for innocent things, and you, in his eyes, are the most innocent. 

.He would be protecting you with his life, and even tell Vought that he would never harm you and that you are the most precious person to him. 

.He agrees with Vought that he would do whatever they say, as long as you are with him, and that they never harm you. 

.If they were to harm you, he would end up betraying them and destroying Vought from the inside out. 

.He is a ruthless and heartless yandere who would kill his rivals with precision and skill that one would think a soldier would have. 

.Because he is more soldier than supe, but he is all yandere and all the skills and powers he has as a soldier and supe would be used to make sure that you are protected and safe, and that all his rivals are dead and out of the way. 

.He is so protective of you that anyone who has ever wronged you, before and after he met you, will have to pay with their lives. 

.Because to him, you were perfect,~ The love of his life, and that means you were his to protect and keep safe. 

.It is his job, and he does not care whoever had hurt you; it could have been your own parents, siblings, or even your significant other before them. 

.They were hurting you, and that means he had to get rid of them in the most brutal way possible. 

.That is right, he is a yandere who does not just kill the rival or threat to you and his love with a quick and mostly painless death! 

.No, he is going to brutalize them and make them feel every single bone they have break, then he is going to slowly choke them out, watching the life leave their eyes as he knows he has kept you as his and his alone and safe and sound! 

.He has no sympathy for the rivals in his way and certainly no sympathy for the people who have hurt you, or who would have hurt you. 

.He is also the type of yandere who is going to kill all witnesses. 

.That is right, if anyone, and he means anyone, becomes aware he is so obsessed with you, and he believes they are a threat to keeping his obsession for you a secret? Then he will kill them as well. 

.He is a yandere who cannot and will not let anyone know how obsessed he is with you and how many he has killed for you. 

.He is a yandere who wants to keep you innocent and unaware of what he does to keep you as his. 

.He wants to be the guy you feel safe around, who you can trust, and who can keep you safe. 

.He wants to be the man you can come home to and be yourself and be the guy who can make you smile and laugh. 

.You do not need to know the lengths he will go to make you his and his alone, how far he will go and what laws he will commit, not to mention the numerous war crimes he will vow to follow through on in the name of his love for you. 

.He knows that he will do everything to be with you and have you as his, and he does not care what anyone else thinks about it. 

.It is all for you, and that is all that matters.  .When he finally does confess his love to you, telling you how much you love him and that he wants to have a life with you. 

.If you accept this love confession of his, he would be over the moon that you did accept his love, and he would be ready to give you that dream life he had of him and you, and now he will never lose you. 

.He does get his happily ever after, and he could not be happier and more overjoyed! 

.But what if you instead said no, rejecting his love, turning down him and his love confession? He would feel his mind break! 

.His little imaginary friends he had from childhood would not be able to stop him from what he does next. 

.They are his conscience telling him that he has to be gentle with you, reminding him that he is much stronger than you, and he has to be careful!  .But in that moment of you rejecting him, he could not listen to them.  .He would grab you, strangling you and watching you black out, where he takes you to a safe house he made with Vought. 

.This way, he can keep you safe and sound, and he can make sure that one day you will love him in return. 

.He knows you are just confused and do not see how amazing you and he are for each other. 

.He is using the safe house as your prison, to mentally break you down and win you over as the love of his life! 

.He is sure that with enough time and love from him, you will be able to see he truly does love you and that you do feel the same way about him as well~  .This is what he believes: he is a dedicated and patient yandere, who is willing to wear you down and make you love him and him alone. 

ᯓ✦ justin is very much oblivious to your emotions at the start so you unfortunately have to give him hints you actually do want something more.

ᯓ✦ what makes it worse is how you were basically hit like a train with the revolution that he very much likes someone else, that someone being the new member of the seven, sister sage.

ᯓ✦ you don’t even know how you got yourself into this self proclaimed love triangle (if it can even be called that) but you thought it was absolutely bullshit.

ᯓ✦ hearing him blabber about sage but you dare don’t say a word since you are friends with him and apart of you is quote unquote “happy”.

ᯓ✦ he’s having a blast talking about her like some dang puppy happy to see their owners.

ᯓ✦ but sometimes you rather have that attention that was towards her to be more toward you instead because you know you can give him what he wants, or at least you’d think you can, but for now you’d just take the way he sometimes insults you by calling you dumb for the things you do that he labels as “stupid”, its no biggie.

ᯓ✦ there was sometimes a small thought on the back of your mind wondering if the original noir would’ve treated you like this, he was pretty friendly to you before he died, but now you can only think of the present, and it’s mediocre as hell.

ᯓ✦ the only way you’ve told justin is if you didn’t tell him yourself, you muttered out accidentally to the deep you liked him and basically begged him to not say thing but to your demise, he gone and told him anyways like the huge dick he is thinking it would be funny to do so.

ᯓ✦ and when justin finds out about this, he’s appalled, what the hell do you mean you liked him and never told him a thing yet told the deep? and to his frustration he corned you when no-one was around and turned this into an argument you didn’t want to have at all, ESPECIALLY inside the work place, anything but this for gods sake.

ᯓ✦ this breaks out in a huge argument between you both, you weren’t sure why he was making it such a big deal especially with his proclaimed love for sage, now this just pissed you off more than it should have, you should be angry at him not the other way around, hell you should’ve been more angry at the deep for getting yelled at.

ᯓ✦ but yet in the heat of the moment, tears starting to pour from your eyes your hands can’t help but pull his lips onto your own, so he knew you were serious about this but as quick you pulled in you quickly pulled back whilst backing away, you never regretted something so much until now, and now all you wanted was for him to stab you straight in the heart to end your misery forever.

ᯓ✦ but he didn’t, justin stood there for a moment, stunned, but hands soon told a different story. his hands glossing over your tear stained cheeks before pulling your face toward his and kissing you, probably more intense than he anticipated.

ᯓ✦ before you both knew it, hands were immediately grabbing onto the cloth of each others costumes, gasping for air here and there in the slightest of hopes no one will walk in but that thought was over when you and justin finally separated while his thumb swiped away a tear that still streamed from your eyelid.

ᯓ “i think i love you more then sage…”

ᯓ “the fuck do you mean you think? we just made out!!”

ᯓ✦ and since then justin made a complete 360, following you around like some sort of lost puppy, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it at all, who the hell wouldnt?

ᯓ✦ but one thing justin doesn’t change completely is making you feel jealous here and there, in his own humble opinion him seeing you get all fuzzy and whiney over him giving someone else attention is a little endearing (and a little cute), especially with how you nuzzle into his chest when he says he’s sorry and hugs you, 10/10 will most likely do it again.

ᯓ✦ he’s sorta an asshole but he won’t take it too far, seeing you cry once was far enough.