Under the Radar 🖤
Pair: Black Noir II (Justin) x Supe!Reader
Summary: Being apart of the Seven and Vought was never really your passion, so as a runaway supe you chose to live your own life. However, having a well known fellow supe as your closest friend wasn’t all too bad.
Word Count: 8k!
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, proofread, pwp, canon events from s5, angst, slow burn, smut, fluff, established friendship, friends to lovers, mentions of blood/gore/death, reader has shapeshifting and accelerated regenerating abilities, playful reader, reader in her mid 20s & black noir ii in his mid 30s (so slight age gap), uses of Y/N, cursing, ranting, bit of reader/friendship backstory, mention of selfcest, love confession, mask kink, pet names, skin to skin contact, finger sucking, couch sex, biting, unprotected piv (wrap it so you tap it), riding, a few spanks, creampie, unserious aftercare.
a/n: another favorite character to my writing board! i’m excited to write my first fic on the boys about the new (and original) black noir after getting into the show just some time during their 5th and final season! so do forgive me if he’s written ooc! and feedback is welcome as always ofc. 🥹🫶🏽
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No matter what, you could never get tired of taking flight through the air, and having the fresh, thick winds blow past your beaked face and feathery wings. In your falcon form, while holding the handle of your satchel in your mouth, you were soaring the sky, on your way back to your apartment after a grueling day at your job. Working as an assistant for a local business was not easy, but it was surely better than not being a superhero, at least in your opinion. You’d rather deal with exhausting clients and strict CEOs than look like part of a circus act just to save some lives. Not that it was a bad thing to save people, on the contrary it’s very noble. But the unnecessary fame that came with it was so uncomfortable to even look at, at least from your outside perspective.
Costumes, movies, music, news, practically anything made by the widely known company, “Vought International”, or simply “Vought” just rubbed you the wrong way. Even one of your abilities to shape shift was all because of them. All thanks to a little something called “Compound V.” You never asked for this ability but you just lived with the fact that you had it for your entire life. Though, if there was one advantage you’d favor from your powers, it’s being able to change your form into practically anything. It was pretty damn fortunate. After all, your caregivers, who initially worked as scientists for Vought, were the ones who decided that their single, adopted child should be one of the many test subjects to have Compound V in their veins.
Selfishly, they believed that once taking the V as an infant, you’d grow up to be some major corporate hero for New York. But that was never your ambition. Before your adult years, you’ve resented your adoptive parents for forcing such pressures on you. Having you train your body relentlessly in Arctic white laboratories for hours, and shaming every mistake you’d make, no matter how small they were. And not even caring whenever you’d feel tremendous pain from getting injured in egregious ways, despite your additional enhanced regeneration.
Bones so broken, they punctured through your tough skin and left you lying in your own pool of blood?
“Ah, a typical day during training.”
Severe burns and lacerations?
“Completely minor.”
Surgical procedures that could have been so near to life ending to any average human being?
“Enough whining. You’ll live.”
The “perfect hero”, they annoyingly rang into your ears on a constant until the one night you couldn’t take it anymore. The night in your so called “family home”, you had successfully morphed your form into a perfect copy of your “mother” in a lab coat, waving a goodbye to the half awake man who was your “father” on the sofa, surrounded by sheets of research papers all about you, and just walked right out the door without looking back for a moment.
Since then, they haven’t been able to track you down, because you’d removed the chip in your left forearm ahead of time, through your own ‘homemade surgical procedure,’ and you got to live your own life freely. Over time, they abandoned even looking for you and moved forward to other test subjects that they and other scientists would have been keeping around for more experimentation in their big superhero fantasy.
Now, with your apartment’s balcony in your sights, you readied your bird body to glide at an angle. You had left the sliding doors slightly ajar before leaving for work this morning to make it easier for you to get inside without anyone really noticing. You flew straight through the narrow space and entered into your dark living room area. You then landed on the floor, releasing your work bag from your beak, having it drop down before shifting your body to your original human self.
The early moon light glared through the balcony door’s thick glass and shun directly into the room, casting its glow on your couch and coffee table, but leaving the rest of your furniture deeply shadowed. Now in your pantsuit and stilettos, you unbuttoned your blazer jacket and stretched out your arms to relieve them and the rest of your body from unwanted tension. You then took your jacket off, leaving your undershirt on and flung it over on the couch seat, too lazy to make it to your bedroom to undress. An exhausted breath left your lips as your heels carried you over to the gloomy side of the living room to find the light switch. On your way, of course, your foot connected with something sturdy, bringing a quick pain to your toe.
“For fuck sa-” You cut yourself off as you glanced down to what your foot hit, realizing that it was one of the legs of your armchair illuminated in the bit of moon light. However, something else caught your eyes’ attention. A pair of feet.
“…the hell?” With haste, you went across to the closest wall and pressed your hand against it, frantically searching for the light switch. Once your fingers managed to graze the button, you flicked it on and the room immediately lit up from its ceiling fan light. Your head then turned to the armchair again, seeing the back of it with someone’s head poking up.
Your hand trembled as your finger nails shifted into long tiger claws, and marched your body up to the seat with purpose. You raised your arm, prepared to slash at the throat of whoever that had the balls to step into your home. Your forearm hesitated from swinging as you finally got a good view at who was sat in your chair. Eyes widened and lips parted in surprise once you recognized the person. A grown man dressed from head to toe in an all black tactical suit, multiple knives strapped to his person and topped off with a black balaclava and helmet.
Black Noir.
Your morphed arm relaxed into it’s regular state and dropped to your side, along with a heavy exhale leaving your nostrils. Noir was seemingly slumped over, completely passed out in your armchair whilst holding a cellphone in his gloved hands. After a few seconds of letting your guard back down and hearing his soft snoring, you rolled your eyes and have the furniture a solid kick, causing him to jolt himself awake and dropping his phone to the floor.
“S-shit,” he exclaimed as he slowly gazed up at your pouting face and folded arms. “Uh, hey. You’re… you’re home,” he nervously spouted through his mask.
“Yeah. I am. And you, my friend, are in my home,” you answered as you unfolded your arms, bent down closely towards Noir and caging him in the single chair with both hands gripping the armrests. He flinched into the cushioned backrest, flustered and hot in the face at the mischievous smile you gave him while staring daggers into his blacked out helmet lenses. He hesitantly lifted his palms up in surrender as he attempted to get his words out.
“O-ok, ok. Look, to be fair, you left your balcony door open. Not the smartest move to make. Anyone could’ve gotten in here. And I did try calling your phone, but it kept going to your voicemail. So I… flew up here and waited,” he rambled out.
You sighed and nodded your head in acknowledgment before stepping back to give him some space. You then walked over to your work bag that you dropped on the floor and opened it, reaching inside and pulling out your dead cellphone. Without looking too hard, you found your charger on your coffee table and plugged your phone into the nearest outlet and placed it on the side table.
“Well, sorry for not returning your calls. Phone died an hour ago. Though, you could have just waited at the balcony. Not in the dark like a creep.”
“Technically, I was asleep,” Noir added. “And I would have waited outside, if any of the Seven weren’t watching their teammates like damn hawks all the time.”
“Right. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you’d be in your ‘dojo apartment,’” You questioned with a tiny scoff. There was a moment of silence between you two before he eventually answered.
“I needed someone to… talk to.”
Your grin swiftly disappeared. Watching his posture in the armchair, he was so tensed. And although you couldn’t see his face right now, you could just tell he was frustrated about something. He watched you approach the three-seater couch and sat down in the middle, whilst patting the space beside you, motioning for him to get next to you. Noir did just that, picking up his phone from the floor first before sitting in the spot, and resting his elbows onto his thighs. He took a breath to prepare himself before he opened his mouth.
“Remember that Bee Gees play I told you about the other day, directed by Adam Bourke?”
You nodded.
“Well, I was at the theater again today for rehearsals, and Adam told me that it had gotten picked up for Broadway,” he continued as he now sat fully upright with animated hands. “Fucking Broadway, Y/N! We were gonna be where the big leagues were! That man believed in my talent! Then… then,” he paused.
“Then what?” You queried.
“The Deep just went and fucking ass murdered him!”
Your eyes widened with pure flabbergast and furrowed brows as your ears tried to process what you just heard.
“Ass… murdered..?”
“Yeah.”
“Ass.”
“Yes.”
“Murdered.”
“…Y/N,” Noir scolded you.
“What? I’m tryna make sense of that. Because honestly, it sounds like he just had some wicked anal play,” you said with curled lips. “I mean, hell, that’s definitely one way to go.” You bit your lip.
“Y/N, if you’re telling me that you’d want an entire eel eating away up your asshole, and ripping out your intestines, I’ll fly right outta here and never come back.”
“You promise?” You cheekily bat your lashes at him and clasped your hands together. Noir sighed and shook his head. He knew you were only trying to lighten the mood so his threat was obviously empty. Regardless, he was still pretty pissed.
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. So the Deep killed this guy, why? What does he even get out of that?” You inquired.
“Fucker was only mad that I upstaged him with Oh Father, and had actual good ideas. That’s his own damn fault because he’s so dumb. That was payback for him taking all the credit for something I did in our last mission for Homelander,” he grumbled childishly with crossed arms. “I really thought he was my friend, my brother even. But, now I guess to him I’m his lap dog to walk all over. All so he can look good for the big boss. Shit fucking sucks ass.”
Your face grew into a frown at his discouraged response. While he had his dilemma, it only fueled your hatred towards Vought even more. Not even their own heroes can truly look out for one another. All the heroics and “good image” for the world was all just for fucking show. A show they unfortunately have a good way of selling no matter what. It was infuriating. Despite that, at least there were people like Starlight trying to show Vought’s true colors. You knew you were more than relieved when the existence of the Compound V drug got exposed to the world. All those experiments on innocent babies, including yourself. So sickening.
And at the same time, you felt so glum for Noir. You didn’t know the whole story but seeing your friend hurting like this was something awful. Hell, you were so preoccupied with your internal conflict, you suddenly jolt from an expected hand on your bare arm.
“Hey, everything ok? You kinda spaced out with this really intense mean mug,” he probed with concern. You nodded and cleared your throat.
“Yeah! All good. I was just…” you trailed off briefly. “Hey, do you remember the day we first met?”
The abrupt question caught Noir off guard and left him stationary on the spot. He wasn’t sure what made you come out with it in the moment but he decided to bite and acknowledge it anyway.
“Uh, yeah I do. Eight months ago at that outdoor film festival. Heh, you were like a deer in headlights before the first short film screening.”
“To be honest, I didn’t really know what I was doing there. At the time when I bought the ticket to attend, I thought I could try something new for once. But, clearly an airhead like me didn’t know a damn thing about film,” you smiled and sunk yourself into the couch in reminiscence. “Then you, like a Good Samaritan, offered me a seat on your blanket. You were just buzzing with excitement to be there too, it was almost unnatural.”
“Well, I couldn’t just let you be by yourself. Didn’t feel right. And also, could you blame me? Going to one of those festivals is like heaven.”
“Right, because you’re an actor.”
“Yup, exactly.”
You both continued to go over the origins of your friendship, with you mostly bringing up parts of what your life was like before you met him, and the different times you’ve had fun together in your free time from memory. And he blissfully listened to you ramble on. He hadn’t admit it to you yet, but he just adored hearing you talk. Just like him, you tend to get so animated and reactive during a conversation. It was always the cutest thing to him. It never failed to make his heart pound in his chest either anytime you’d simple be with each other.
Eight months ago…
The day he met you at that film festival, it was like Cupid’s arrow shot right through him. You were there, in a flowing sundress, stood by yourself under a leafy tree, obviously nervous from the crowd of film experts around you. It wasn’t until you turned your head in his direction that he realized that he was staring at you for so long. Then he built up the courage and kindly called you over to his blanket to sit with him.
He politely introduced himself as ‘Justin,’ since he was out of his superhero suit at the time, his brown skin clad with a long sleeved shirt and dark jeans, topped off with a ball cap on his head. You gave him your name in return and found yourself getting comfortable with his presence. And since then, you two were as thick as thieves, and his tiny crush for you most certainly expanded into something more. Hell, he’ll never forget the day he revealed he was Black Noir, well, “New Noir,” according to him. Two weeks after the film festival, you were on your way to your local bookstore, when a hand gripped on your arm and your entire body was yanked into the depths of an alley. Your defense instincts kicked in naturally and you kneed your capturer in the stomach with excessive force, causing them to hunch over in great pain. Once you realized it was Noir, you immediately apologized and tried to convince him that you weren’t a threat.
“Hey, it’s— fuck… it’s okay. That was my bad for scaring you like that,” he reassured in pained groans while trying to stand upright with his arm over his gut. “Where’d you learn to do that anyway? Got me real good.”
Your eyes rounded when you heard him speak. As far as you knew about the hero, he never talked, not once, until now.
“Oh right, it’s me. It’s Justin,” he whispered hard, looking around to make sure no one else was there to hear him.
“Justin? You’re Black Noir? But, you’re-“
“Talking? Yeah, I know. Long story. Look, I just had to come and see you again. You’re like, the only person I’ve met outside of Vought who isn’t annoyed by me,” he cut you and though his face was behind the mask, you could feel his desperation. You understood that desperation. The need to have a someone to call a ‘friend’. After escaping your home those years ago, you’ve always kept to yourself. Until, that night with... him.
“Alright, but, how did you even know I was out here? And, please, don’t tell me you were tracking me for the past two weeks from the tower,” you sarcastically remarked. When you were met with silence and his blank stare, you grabbed hold of his neck tightly and pulled him to your eye level.
“You fuckin’ tracked me?! Does anyone else know you’re here for me?!”
“No, no! Vought only keeps tabs on their own supes and criminals, I swear. Why would they wanna know about you?” He interrogated.
“Long story,” your voice calmed and you freed his neck from your grasp. “So, what’s your deal anyway, you know, aside from me almost killing you in an alleyway?”
“I…well uh…” you raised your brows in waiting for his response. His words were a tad difficult for him to find when your gazing, breath-taking orbs were stuck on him.
“You what?” You pressed on.
“I w-wanted to know if you were free.”
“I was heading to a bookstore before you nabbed me.”
“Oh. I didn’t me-“
“But, I guess I could use the company. That’s if… you’re cool with watching me browse shelves for two hours,” you said with curled lips.
Noir’s instantly heart jumped in his chest.
“Sure, of course!”
Ending your reminiscence, an idea suddenly popped into your brain. You turned to Noir, only to catch him glancing right back at you.
“What?” He asked.
“Still mad about what the Deep did?”
“Of course I fucking am. How could I not be? He practically ruined my future.”
“Ok good!” You grinned as you quickly rose up from your position on the couch. You then stood directly in front of your confused friend and let your power activate, having your body morph its form. It wasn’t long before you made your entire body into the exact replica of the Deep. Every detail was the same, from the fins on his scaly superhero suit with the bulging biceps, right down to the crisp blue in his eyes and the try-hard, masculine bass in his voice. When the famous supe had been all over the media, it didn’t seem that difficult for you to copy his appearance completely.
You couldn’t see it but Black Noir’s jaw definitely broke open, and his body, motionless. Sure, he already knew about your shapeshifter gift, but it still never failed to shock him with how impressive it was.
“Ready to hear my idea?” You inquired with an imitation of the supe’s irritating smolder.
“I got any choice?”
“Nope,” your lips making a playful pop on the p. “Alright, mister actor man, how ‘bout we do some improv. Show me what that backbone is like. Give me a piece of your mind.”
He shook his head with little confidence but stood up from the couch anyway and took a few steps towards you. Although you were in a new form, he still towered over you just by a few inches.
“Y/N, this isn’t gonna work,” he said dejected. “What makes you think this can-“
“Oh, come on. You a lil’ pussy now, huh? Big part of the Seven but you tuck your tail? How’d you even get in, bro?” You cut him off, fully getting into the Deep’s douchebag character. “Or did they just let you in out of pity? Yeah, that makes more sense.”
Noir huffed through his mask as his aggravation began to creep up. His gloved fists were clenched to his sides as he took one more step closer to you. His eyes were fixed on you while the deafening silence between you both rose, until you obnoxiously broke it, of course.
“What? Got something to say now? Finally grow a pair?” You folded your arms and smugly lifted your chin.
“It’s funny. I already knew you were a baby, but, looking at you now, you’re just plain pathetic, man. I was the one who caught Edgar, but you just had to fuck me over,” he finally said, just a few inches away from your face, now fully committed to the role play and a crisp edge in his tone. “And for what, so you can look good for Homelander? Same psycho who cares more about his own father, who wouldn’t even give a fuck if you straight up died from some random bullshit? I’m surprised he hasn’t even killed you yet from being a fuckhead all the damn time. Because I’ll tell you what, bro. Just like me, he’d replace your stupid ass too and no one else would fucking care, you slimy, fish fucking, son of a bitch. Some friend you are. I hope you choke on pearls the next time you eat out your clams.”
Once the words had finished tumbling out, you were left completely dumbfounded with a gaping mouth. Noir took a second to breath from his vent and watched as your astonishment turned into to a smile of pride.
“Ok… whoa,” you said as your body changed back into your original self. As that happened, Noir had just remembered how near he was to you. To look down and see your face again. Your sweet, adorable face. This clearly wasn’t helpful for his crush at all. Although you had the power to be anything and anyone you wanted, he’d give everything and more to have you just as you are, as your real self. And taking that gorgeousness so close at the moment, was a small blessing.
“So, crazy thought, but maybe you should get aggressive more often,” you advised, saucily booping the small nose guard of his helmet.
Noir jerked up on the spot as your touch immediately got his attention. If it was even possible, his skin would have seared his balaclava right off his face.
“M-more aggressive? Why?” He murmured.
“It’s sexy,” your shoulders shrugged to your blunt, unprovoked statement. You then walked over to your phone, leaving your friend frozen in place and picked it up from the side table. Your finger pressed the button, letting the screen flash on in your eyes. He surely wasn’t lying when he said he tried calling you. Six missed calls and over ten texts all lined up in your notifications. As you checked through them, Noir came up beside you and hesitantly rested his hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah?” You answered without looking at him.
“Do you… do you really think I’m sexy?”
You looked up from your phone screen and faced him again.
“I’d be a liar if I didn’t. I mean, look at ya. Clad in all that black. Tall, dark and handsome personified,” you winked with a light elbow nudge to his stomach. “Honestly, if you could, you should go fuck yourself.”
You set your phone back down on the side table and began to circle around Noir’s body, having your eyes inspect keenly at every trace of him, from head to toe. Then, you startled the unsuspecting supe by morphing yourself into his exact image, making yourself no different from a mirror in front of him. You dragged your now gloved palms down your waist, staring directly at his own for further observation.
“Jesus, you fucking slut. Has your waist always been this slim?” You asked with your voice now exactly like his. “How have I not noticed that before?”
You abruptly reached your arms out and held on to the actual Noir’s waist, caressing it without a care.
FUCKING GOD!!!!
His mind and heart were spiraling out of control. At that point, he didn’t care that you were his identical clone. Feeling you touching him in any capacity enough to make his knees into jello. However, he did wish his skin actually touched you, to feel your direct warmth without the suit getting in the way. He felt your hands move from his waist, heading on up towards his broad shoulders, and curiously prodding at his fit biceps. You went back and forth, watching his and your own changed body, nodding to yourself in conclusion.
“….y-y/n?” He uttered quietly, making you pause.
“Yeah, you should definitely fuck yourself,” you said as you pulled your hands off him and folded them across your chest. You then changed back once again into your normal figure and gave him a cheeky but, sincere smile, as if you didn’t just turn his brain to mush.
“I swear, it’s like you’re some ancient greek god wearing a BDSM suit,” you scoffed. It wasn’t long before you realized that your friend had gone quiet. Your smile faltered and you stepped up to him, allowing the gap to get smaller between you two.
“Look, I know you came here to talk to me about everything, and maybe me goofing around with my power isn’t helping. I just wanted you to let off some steam, get your mind off things, you know?” You confirmed with a saddened gaze. “Cheer you up, I guess.”
Your shoulders were soon taken hold by Noir, his head shaking as he tried to ground you.
“I’m sorry. I-I think it’s great that you’re trying to help me feel better. It’s sweet. Honestly part of the reasons why I love you so much. Showing that you care in your own way. Can’t really think of anyone else who’d do that for me, definitely not anyone back at Vought, so I’m very lucky to have…”
Noir’s words died in his throat when he noticed your dilated eyes.
“Say that again,” you requested.
“Say what?”
“The part where you said you love me so much.”
His body stiffened, still holding your shoulders and sheepishly snapping his lips shut, so you decided to do the talking for him.
“I’m not gonna lie to ya, took your ass long enough to finally say something,” you smirked. “You’re not as subtle as you think you are. Your heart’s a dead giveaway. I hear it every time I get near you. It’s even pounding like crazy right now.”
You raised your finger and tantalizingly poked at Noir’s chest armor. You then pressed your whole palm over it, closing your eyes to concentrate your ears on the heavy beats from his heart. The rhythm of it was somewhat soothing, almost hypnotic. You opened your eyes and glanced up at him, his speech still noticeably absent when he hesitantly looked back down at you.
“Noir?” You softly called.
No response.
“Noir?” You went again, this time, moving your hand slowly from his heart and stopping at his face, to cup his concealed cheek. His warmth radiated against your skin, rising with embarrassing speed, but he still didn’t say a word. Then, a light bulb flashed an idea in your mind.
“Justin?”
“…m-mhm,” he finally answered.
“There you go. You didn’t think you could hide that voice from me forever, did you?”
“…no.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I couldn’t imagine not hearing you anymore, baby.”
“Ba-baby?”
“God, you’re cute, aren’t you?” Your thumb brushed onto his cheekbone.
“You’re killing me here, Y/N.”
“Oh? Am I now, Justin?” your brows wiggled, inching yourself further in and glancing at the outlines of his lips through his balaclava. The tip of your tongue crept out your own lips, and you slowly licked along his without breaking eye contact, although, you couldn’t tell if he was looking right back. As a result, in classic fashion, he was startled from your unanticipated act, however, that didn’t stop you. You then wrapped your both arms around Noir’s neck, trapping him as your tongue flattened itself upon the dark fabric. His hands hovered over your hips, indecisive on whether or not he should touch you back. Though, he didn’t want to be too pushy, but he really wanted to hold you.
“Hey, you dead yet?” You whispered against his obscured mouth, snapping him out of his daze. He reacted with a vigorous head shake.
“You know, it’s been a long while since I’ve seen your face. This whole “role” thing just hides you away from me,” you slowly pull your face away while the rest of your body stayed pressed onto his. “Think I can see it again tonight? Just this once? Or… are you the type that makes people you love beg for it?”
Your enhanced hearing picked up his rapid heart again after your sultry request.
“Y-yeah, yeah! Of course, I’ll… take it off,” he obliged as he reached his hands up to his face and hooked his fingers into the mask. Before he could pull it up, you grabbed his wrists to stop him.
“Actually, not yet. Let’s start slow first, yeah?”
“Sure. Slow… how?”
To get your point across, you pulled one of his hands towards your mouth, bared your front teeth slightly and bit down on the material of his glove from the middle finger. Once you were sure you got a good grip of it, you pulled his glove right off and spat it out to the side on the floor. His breath hitched as his hand was now exposed, and you pressed yours upon his, comparing and admiring the sizes between them. With his skin finally able to make contact, you could feel the rough calluses, presumably from a lot of his “heroism”. You then took it and gradually drew it near to your cheek, having him caress its softness and feel your warmth directly. You nuzzled into his palm while staring up at Noir with visible lust and mixed in delight.
“You make it really hard to keep it together, you know,” he confessed. “Been fighting myself to be cool and… here you are, being bold as usual.”
“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” you intentionally scoffed. “You suppress your desires, and I, break you open like a piñata to see what you’re really made of. Hasn’t our little improv taught you that yet?”
“Kinda hard to find the lesson in that, when right after, you call me sexy.”
“Well, I’m right, aren’t I? All six feet of temptation.”
“Y/N, stop.”
“Justin, no.”
He rolled his eyes behind his helmet lenses as you giggled mischievously, accepting your minuscule victory. Then, out of nowhere, you planted light kisses into his palm, flustering the man even further, and trailing them up his thumb until your lips fully wrapped around his fingertip. Your eyes shut and your tongue swirled around it, moaning in fainted bliss. Putting on this display for Noir surely sent all the blood he had in his head all the way down to his dick. Hearing your sweet sounds as you sucked on his thumb, coating it in your saliva from your mouth, no doubt, his boner had definitely bulged through his suit. Really got him thinking, if you’re this vulgar with just a finger—
He hadn’t realized it yet but you put your little show on pause, ultimately catching a glimpse of his now hardened appendage down below. The length of it wasn’t even enough to be cover by his codpiece, with it practically on his thigh.
“Holy fuck,” you uttered in shock, completely moving his hand away from you. Noir followed your fixated stare and shame quickly fell over his body, taking a wide step back.
“Sh-shit… Hey, look, you can’t blame me, okay? You’ve got my mind all over the place. And… and you had my thumb in your mouth, making all those noises… and then your tongue…“
“Justin-“ you called but to no avail as he continued on.
“I mean, how else is a guy supposed to react when a hot woman like you is in front of ‘em, teasing him like… like some kinda vixen? Were you always like that? Like, waaay before we met?“
He heard your audible sigh as you briskly went up to him to close the gap again, reaching your hands at his mask, and immediately yanked it up just enough so his bearded chin and mouth were visible to you. You then took initiative and surprised him by having your lips capture his, angling your head just right so the intended kiss was locked, yet special. He eventually returned the kiss and tentatively grabbed onto your waist. You reciprocated that and laid your hands on his shoulders. You could feel him relaxing against you and groaning softly into your mouth, along with his obvious hard on rubbing up onto you.
His arms made their way around your waist fully, entrapping it as you both made out. The inside of your mouth was intruded by Noir’s tongue, playfully writhing around with his. Soft smacks of both your lips could be heard, along with his whimpers from practically grinding himself into your thigh. With that in mind, you broke the kiss and eagerly began to push his body, getting him to step back with his legs bumping your couch. Then, you lightly shoved him down so he could sit as you stepped between his spread legs.
“I think the slow part is looong over now,” you said between pants. Noir simply nodded in agreement as he watched you anxiously kick your work heels off and unbutton your pants. He bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to almost draw blood from the anticipation of you pulling your garment down. His finger was tapping on the armrest but quickly ceased as he caught a good look at your lace panties, hugging you so snuggly at your hips. Coincidentally, black in color. It was almost like a sign from the universe that you two being together needed to happen.
You wasted no time and climbed into his lap, hovering just a bit over his boner. Your eyes peered down at it in full want, as your fingernails momentarily morphed into tiger claws. They hooked themselves into Noir’s codpiece, tearing it clean off his suit, his body flinching out of unpreparedness. You then ripped a hole through the spandex, big enough to properly expose his dick into the open at its full attention for you.
“I probably should’ve asked before I-“
“No, no! It’s fine,” he cut you while staring at your clothed pussy that’s right above his stiff member. “It’s— fuck… totally fine~”
He leaned back into the couch with a deep blissful sigh. You nod your head in acknowledgment and reached down to hold him in your hand, shuddering at the thick girth in your grip. And with your other hand, you pulled your panties to the side, finally revealing your slick core to him. You let out a sharp exhale before you spoke.
“Try not to kill me with this thing, okay, baby?”
“Am I r-really that big to you?” He asked nervously.
“Well, it’s either my eyes can be the judge of that, or my pussy. Which would you prefer?” You said smugly. Noir went silent which earned him a soft giggle from you.
“Guess I’ll answer that one for you then,” you said as you lined his tip up with your entrance, and began to lower your body down on it. You then let it breach and slowly sank yourself till you were nearly halfway. You hissed at the stretching sting you were welcomed with, and braced your hands on Noir’s shoulders. He pulled off the remaining glove he had on, flinging it across the floor and instinctively latched onto your waist, keeping you steady enough, but also, as confirmation to himself that what was happening was certainly reality. He gazed up at your face, matching his gaping mouth with yours as you sunk down further.
“Should probably mention— shit… that you’re technically my… first,” you confessed. “That cool with you?”
His body got briefly rigid and his nails started to dig, making crescent moons in your skin. He then, with full force, rammed the rest of his dick up deeply into you, making it reach all the way to the hilt and his tip immediately hitting your cervix. You arched your back and yelped at the sudden intense fullness inside your core.
“Fucking hell, Noir!”
“S-sorry! You… you said that and something inside me… snapped.”
“C-clearly. Heh, it’s okay. Just take it easy, yeah?”
“Right, sure.”
You sat still on his lap to get used to his size and waited for the pain of his intrusion to subside. In your delay, you began to stroke at his dark facial hair with your thumb, admiring its clean trim and the accentuation it gave to his jawline.
“Such an handsome fucker and you’re hiding it all the damn time. Doesn’t seem fair,” you pouted your lips immaturely.
“Heh, well, you could’ve told me that sooner. Want me to take this thing off now?” Noir asked, pointing his finger at his mask and helmet. You nodded enthusiastically and grabbed at his balaclava, pulling the rest of it and his helmet completely off. They landed on an empty couch space, and a dreamy sigh left you as you had finally been able to see Noir’s face in its entirety, with his clear bronze skin and prominent nose.
“There’s my guy,” you cheered with a boop to his nose. “I missed you, Justin.”
He chuckled with an added nose scrunch, feeling his nerves simmering down. He pulled you closely to his chest and clung his arms all around your waist, now having both your noses just an inch away from each other. You reciprocated by enveloping your arms around his neck. The pair of you gazed into each other’s eyes for some seconds before your lips met with his. This time, this kiss felt relaxed but still carried a severe hunger. Your tongues danced and swapped saliva in one another’s mouths, building the heat in your bodies in the moment. Mid make out, Justin attempted to test the waters and made one deliberate thrust up with his hips, a subtle reminder that his dick was still inside you.
“Eager now huh? Go ahead, big guy,” you moaned against his lips. “Take me~”
Wasting no time, he went on and drove his girth up into you at a moderate pace. You rested your forehead on his as you rocked your own pelvis a tad to meet his movement. Eyes squeezed shut as your hole was stretched out from each stroke he made after successfully adjusting to his size. Justin’s hands gravitated towards your ass, gripping and adoring its plumpness. That earned him a giggle in between your moans.
“Fuck… and I thought I was the handsy one. Feel good to finally cop a feel, hm?”
“Right now, a lot of things feel good,” he groaned heavily. “God, you’re so…nghh~”
The rhythm in his pounding subtly changed, allowing himself to move easily as your spongy walls secreted more of your arousal around his dick. He slipped in and out effortlessly, managing to find your good spot and rubbing up onto it. Your eyes shot open, staring directly into his brown ones whilst your jaw dropped open with a loud squeal. Justin stared right back, completely transfixed on your visible ecstasy, wanting to see more of it.
“God, yes! Right there, right fucking there!”
“That’s it, huh? Yeah?” He questioned smugly, putting his hips to a pause and taking the liberty to lay a hard enough smack on the flesh of your ass cheek with his calloused palm. You jolted up with a yelp at the sharp sting, heat rising in your face. He smirked up at you and kneaded at the spot he slapped.
“Hey, I can be bold too~”
“Alright, wise guy,” you scoffed with narrowed eyes. You had your soft walls clamp down on his girth, causing the man to grit his teeth and clench his jaw.
“Can you be that bold though? Or do I have you beat, baby?” You snickered. To your surprise, his feet planted firmly to the floor and his pelvis went right back to it, only this time, pummeling his dick into your core in retaliation.
“HA-AH!” You cried out, of course, and held onto him tightly.
“Fu-fuck you!”
“I am, baby,” he quipped.
“Smart— nghhh… ass.”
He continued to plow up, hitting your cervix repeatedly. You buried your face into his neck, hiding it away to muffle your screams. You bared your teeth, which morphed into long cat fangs unbeknownst to you, and you bit into the collar of his suit. They punctured through the thick foam-like material and pricked the skin of his nape. Justin winced at the pain, however, that didn’t cease him.
“Heh, now look who’s hiding their voice? Gettin’ shy on me, gorgeous?” He purred into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Thought you wanted to keep seeing my face. You’re confusing me here, girl.”
His words didn’t even register to you since your brain had been fogged up from the immense stimulation. The heat all over your body turned scorching as your huffs and puffs intensified. The knot inside you was tempted to break loose, followed by the muffled uh uh uh’s that spilled out your mouth. Justin was not that far behind with his climax, but held himself back so you would let go first since he could tell you were reaching your own limit. He dragged one of his hands away from gripping your ass and slid it between your thighs, immediately finding your swollen nub with his thumb, and massaging it in a swift circular motion to build up your release. You then whimpered into his ear, asking for his permission to let yourself go.
“Go ahead for me, babygirl. You got it,” he cooed as he carried on with rubbing you off. You pulled your head away from the crevice of his neck to properly face him. Your eyes were glistening with want, lips apart with your sharp kitty teeth still intact, along with your hands firmly planting on his shoulders for stability. You made sure to look at him, your… lover, in the eyes as he pulled your orgasm straight out of you in a matter of a few more hard thrusts to your womb. Your euphoria ultimately washed over you as you coated Justin’s length, clenching hard all over it and leaving a white creamy ring around its base. Your head leaned back as you made short gasps, and your body trembled acutely. It wasn’t long until he came too, unable to hold back any longer after witnessing the beautiful array of bliss in your expression, emptying his seed deeply into your sex.
Still connected to each other, the pair of you took your time to breathe, panting profusely as you tried to recuperate. You collapsed into his armored chest, huffing out a tiny exhausted laugh between breaths.
“What’s so funny? He interrogated.
“Just thinking about you being way better than your dildo.”
“My… my what?”
“Your dildo. Or well, the first Noir’s dildo. The ‘Silent Screamer,’” you emphasized.
“The… silent—”
You sat back upright to look at him with astonished eyes.
“Did you really not know about that? Don’t they tell you anything up in that big fucking tower?”
“First off, no. I’m just a puppet for their original hero. Secondly, why the fuck would they tell me about… that?”
“‘Cause it’s part of their whole brand.”
“How do you even know that?”
“Kinda hard to miss when Vought literally runs almost all of your internet experience,” you shrugged with an eye roll. A moment of silence passed as Justin continued to narrowly stare at you, tilting his head ever so slightly. You noticed his scrutiny and you couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“W-what?”
“Do you, like…” he gestured his hand at you. “Have one?”
You blinked at him. He blinked back.
“Y/N?” He called.
You turned your head away to avoid his gaze, biting back your laughter.
“YOU HAVE ONE?!”
Your hands went up in a moment of surrender as you turned your head back to him.
“Okay, I technically bought one as a joke to myself. Crazy, I know. Me buying shit from Vought most definitely isn’t me. I’ve had the box in my underwear drawer for a few weeks now, but then, the more I kept looking at it, less funny my joke got,” you confessed, face burning as you fiddled with your fingers in your lap. Justin was at a loss for words, still probing you, however, his stunned reaction gradually disappeared, being replaced with curiosity.
“So… you haven’t used it?” He queried softly.
“Oh, uh… no,” you answered honestly. “Why?”
“N-nothing, nothing! Just…”
Your eyes squinted in suspicion, and a curl on each end of your lips appeared.
“Do you want me to use it? Watch me give it a test run on my pussy, huh?”
He gulped and you could have sworn you felt his dick get rigid against your cum covered walls in your cunt again. His face blistered with heat as your laughter filled the air before you laid upon his chest and nuzzled your face back into his neck.
“It’s okay if you want that, you know. I wouldn’t mind, honestly,” you mumbled with reassurance. You felt his arms tentatively cradle your back, embracing you in his comforting warmth.
“I’ll uh… keep that in mind,” he replied.
“Good. Shouldn’t you be heading back to the tower? Pretty sure they’d want to know where you were, by now.”
“Honestly, with Soldier Boy in the spotlight, doubt anyone will miss me for a night. Also I’m not the real Noir, so…”
“Fair point. And even if you did go back tonight, you’d have to explain why your suit has a massive hole through it,” you snickered in his ear. He chuckled back while stroking your spine.
“I’m not that worried about it. I’ve got a change of clothes stashed.”
“What do you mean?” You inquired, lifting your furrowed gaze back to him.
“I… may or may not have… brought a duffle when I came in here.”
You bucked up and looked around your living room.
“Well, where is it?”
“Um… it’s in your… bedroom.”
You blinked.
“Okay, either you’re secretly a creep—“
“I-I’m not, I swear!”
“Heh, whatever you say, you weirdo.”
You leaned forward and pecked his lips before raising your rear off his lap, letting his girth slip out of your seed filled hole. He quickly returned the kiss, melting into it with light moans in your mouth.
“Hey since you’re staying” *kiss* “we could get cleaned up” *kiss* “and order a pizza” *kiss* “How does that sound?”
“Ye-yeah, that’s… that’s good.”
You gave him on last kiss before you got addicted, then got up to stand between his thighs. You outstretched your hand to him, waiting for him to grab it, not really caring for the mess on your panties and down your legs.
“Let’s get cleaned up, then we can talk toppings.”
Justin, distracted by the sight of his cum running down your legs, didn’t notice your hand to him. To break his trance, you took his arm and yanked it, making his whole body lift off your couch, minding not to use too much of your enhanced strength.
“Jesus, you’re whipped,” you snorted. “Come on, you don’t wanna be sticky all night, do you?”
“Right, no, sorry-“
“You’re so damn lucky I love you too,” you said sincerely. That shut him up instantly, having his heart palpitating like crazy in his chest, loud enough for your ears to hear. You shook your head with a grin, ultimately pulling him alongside you as you both made your way to your restroom down the hall, to tidy yourselves up from your shameless fun on the couch. Maybe it was great that Justin showed up to your place tonight.
