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Flying through the air wasn’t always your favorite, but when it came to a visit to William Butcher, you looked forward to it.
The night air chilled around you and you heard the sound of the city below you. It looked so much better at night, and from above. Didn’t look as much as the hellscape you hated during the day. You had grown so tired of the little people running below you, the tower you had just flown out of, and the company that raised you more than your father did.
It’s why you just had to see Butcher, the headaches were getting too much. You could cope with drugs, but Butcher was a better coping mechanism. Nevermind how much he seemed to hate you.
Hate you just for your ancestry, for being Homelanders son.
As you glanced down over the city, on the lookout for Butchers flat, you could feel something. A pair of eyes maybe, burning in the back of your head. You were supposed to be the only man in the sky at the moment, and it seemed so when you looked around and saw there was no one there. Probably just paranoia. Vought and Homelander did like to know whenever you so much as took a shit, and the tracker in you didn’t help.
You shook off the feeling, or tried your best to. Your star-spangled cape swayed and your boots gently touched the ground of Butchers balcony. He was inside and hadn’t noticed you yet. The lights were low and Butcher wasn’t looking very relaxed, more stressed. Nails were scratching slowly on his kitchen table. His Hawaiian shirt was unbuttoned right before his pecs would show, you fought the urge to use your x-ray vision on him. Butcher was sitting and drinking a glass of…whatever, he had an array of alcohol and you could never bother to remember it all. You did remember his favorite liquid, though. Homelander first sent you to Butchers flat to deliver just one dose of V24, just go give him a taste of what he was missing, be your dads errand boy. Then Butcher wanted more, but not the permanent stuff.
Both you and Homelander wanted him to take the original recipe, and permanently become a supe. It was frustrating also to feel what your father felt about this.
You’d keep coming back, but not with the blue vial he wanted. Just to talk about Vought and Homelander, although you wanted to know more about him. About his life. Even if Homelander gave you all you needed to know, you wanted to know Butcher personally. You wanted to be more than just an errand boy, you wanted to leave Vought, join Butcher, but hell would freeze over before he let that happen.
You smiled and rapped on the glass door with a couple knuckles. Butcher turned his head, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing with irritation. You raised your eyebrows and kept smiling, as if to ask ‘Can I come in?’.
Butcher sighed and put down the glass, taking his time as he walked over to the door. He slid open the door, though didn’t step aside, blocking you from entering still. The scent of alcohol clung to him, you could tell that at this rate he was buzzed but not completely drunk. You’ve walked in on the brit when he was drunk before, it wasn’t a nice experience. He slung verbal abuse at you, and all you could do was take it.
It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, but it felt..so different hearing it come out of his mouth.
“Homelanders messenger boy. What did you want, Cujo Junior? Here for a chew toy?” He asked. God, you loved that accent.
“It’s more something you want.” You replied. “I can only give it to you if I come inside though.” You always did like to look at and be inside Butchers home, it felt like you were getting closer to him, it was more intimate. You wanted Butcher to get closer to you, know the real you. The you without the padded suit, the cape and the TV personality.
Butcher wasn’t amused and stepped to the side, allowing you to walk in. “Boots off.” He ordered. Well that was new, you didn’t know he was that clean. Before, he didn’t seem to care. This felt familiar. Something Homelander would do, when he was feeling powerless he’d like to assert his dominance over you more than usual. You paused and slid your boots off, giving a little polite smile as you did. You did feel a little giddy as your socks touched the floor, as if you were at first base with Butcher.
“Pfft.” The man snorted as if he didn’t believe you’d actually obey. Butcher turned his back to you and walked back over to his table, drinking the rest of his glass. “Why don’t you just break in? You supes can do anything you bloody want .”
“True. But I don’t want to break in.” You replied. “I’m not your enemy, Billy. I’m an ally, remember?”
“Don’t fucking call me that, only my friends get to call me Billy.” He snapped. Unusually moody today, you noted.
“Yes sir.” You quipped. Butcher gave a strange look at you, before running his fingers through his black hair. “Homelanders son being my ‘ally’, hard to fucking believe..” He turned his back to you again. You didn’t get how he could hate you so much sometimes. Maybe because you were Homelanders son, with a rip-off suit and your body language copied Homelanders to a T.
“I hate my dad as much as you do. My DNA has nothing to do with how I am as a person. W-what about that one woman on your team? She’s a supe.” You argued. You were pretty tired of Butchers racist thinking towards supes, even if deep down, you did somewhat agree that most supes were bad people. Even as the youngest in The Seven, you’ve seen and heard a lot of shit over the years.
“She’s different. You’re not. You’re a cash calf shat out by Vought with your teeth in Homelanders tit. If you’re such a good person, leave Vought. Or even better, kill Homelander.” He growled, head slightly turning in your direction. He was right, you should leave Vought since you hated them so much. But Homelander had you in a chokehold, and the superhero life was all you knew. It was what you were raised for, like a cow to slaughter never knowing the grass outside the pen.
“I can’t kill Homelander, you have to.” You frowned a bit.
“Afraid of ruining your goody two shoes image with a little patricide?”
“Yes.” You replied. You still wanted to be a hero, sometimes. You didn’t want to be considered some supervillain who killed Americas all time favorite supe. You wanted to be the supe who traveled the country saving lives, taking down corrupt supes. With Homelander gone, you could be the change Vought needed.
“Unless he’s gone full superterrorist,” You could hear Homelander going supervillain* in your head. “Destroying everything in his path and becoming Hitler 2, I’ll step in. I can’t just kill him now when he’s got Vought in his hands-“
“Fucking coward.” Butcher scoffed. His words stung. You did feel like a coward most of the time. You barely stood up to Homelander. The last time your tongue slipped and he was in a bad mood, you were choked out in the middle of the hallway. You were silent, and Butcher sighed again.
“What do you have for me?” He turned back around, eyebrows knitted together impatiently. He leaned back against the table and kept his distance from you, his hands resting on it. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance over his arms in this pose.
“Well..” You pulled out a vial from behind your back with a smile, as if you were a magician unveiling a rabbit from a hat. “I’ve got good news.” You jiggled the vial around, the green liquid sloshed around inside and Butchers eyes followed. “I’ve got you a second dose of V24 as promised. I said I wouldn’t get you another until it’s not dangerous. And I assure you, all the kinks have been smoothed out.” You even pulled out a syringe and a band to go with it, too thoughtful.
Butcher was quiet for a moment. “Oh good boy. Now leave it and get the hell out.” Although the words were meant to be hurtful—being called a good boy by Butcher made something inside you twinge, like a flickering flame. Your eyes blinked a few times and you stood stiff, the words stunned you for a moment.
“What’s the holdup? Wanted me to wank you for your troubles?” He asked. Yes. You wanted to say.
“Uh..” You chuckled. “I just. Wanted to catch up, huh?” You put the vial off to the side, it clinked and Butcher kept staring at you. He just kept looking at you and your eyes darted around the flat to avoid eye contact, awkwardly shuffling your feet. Your face was starting to burn up, your ears felt hot quickly.
“Was it something I said?” Butcher asked, it felt like his eyes were looking into your soul.
“H-huh?” You stammered.
“You looked like you were seeing fucking Jesus. You like that?” One corner of his lips curled slightly upwards. “Being talked to like a dog?” His voice was amused.
“No.” You denied it and cleared your throat. You tucked your hands behind your back and under your cape neatly, trying to will your blushing away. You felt your body grow even stiffer as Butcher started to walk towards you, you felt such a familiar feeling, of being prey hunted by someone who knew he was the predator.
“Sure,” Butcher mumbled and curved away from you, grabbing the vial of Temp V. Oh. You wanted to sigh in relief but a part of you felt disappointed. He grabbed the syringe, and the band you left with it. You watched curiously as he jabbed the needle into the bottle and drew up a dose..what? “You must really like being ordered the fuck around. How much of Homelanders shit do you take in a day?” He said as he pulled the band taught around his arm. Was he going to inject himself right now?
“I’m not some slave.” You felt offended Butcher was saying you’d roll over for Homelander so much, even if it was true.
“You’re not?” Butcher drew up a dose. “Vought and Homelander are pretty close to completely owning you.”
“What are you do-“
“Pretty close,” Butcher emphasized. The needle pierced into his arm and he pushed down on the plunger. Using your x-ray vision, you watched as the green liquid surged through his veins. It flowed through him like a burst dam, green mingling with red and spreading through his body like a virus. Except he wouldn’t be sick this time, you made sure of it, you and Homelander. Butcher sucked in air sharply through his teeth, then exhaled slowly. It was a noise that sent a shiver up your spine and a blush through your cheeks.
He flexed his fingers, knuckles cracking as he balled his hand into a fist. You couldn’t stop staring under his skin, it was beautiful. Butcher was beautiful, inside and out. Seeing his transformation was amazing, you could smell the scent of supe through the alcohol. No wonder Homelander wanted to see this, it was like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, or a chick hatching from its egg. It was like Butcher was leaving his old life behind for a new one—one with you in it. You never fully believed in the whole ‘supes are gods’ thing Homelander peddled to you your whole life, but Butcher was close to godliness now.
“My eyes are up here, love.” His voice snapped you out of your trance, and you looked at his face. Green eyes were staring right back at you. They seemed inquisitive, but then switched to amusement. You only just now realized your jaw was slack, you closed it and you cleared your throat. Wait, did he just call you love? Surely it was sarcastic, but you ate it up happily with a smile on your face.
“..why did you just do that?” You questioned.
“So I can do this.” Butcher replied, then punched you in the face. Your head snapped back and you stumbled, having to catch onto something so you wouldn’t fall. Your gloved hands cupped at your nose, which was bleeding now.
“Fuck!” You hissed. Your eyes were wide, and the scent of blood filled your nostrils. It streamed down to your lips, and you could taste a hint of copper. The only other person who made you bleed was Homelander, and he considered himself to be the only one allowed to do that. Well, Butcher just took that from him. That thought sent another shiver through your spine, and a hint of arousal stirred below your belt. A hand shot to your neck and gripped it, you weren’t even paying attention to Butcher to defend yourself or block his attack.
Not like you’d want to anyway.
A hand shot to your throat before you could look at him, and you were slammed into the floor. You could feel the fake hardwood under you crack, though if Butcher wanted, he could’ve sent you crashing through his neighbors ceiling. He wanted you squirming and flopping like a fish under him, to suffer as he had you in the palm of his hand. You could still breathe, the pressure on your windpipe wasn’t the most intense you’ve felt. You could still remember when you thought you’d die when Homelander choked you out once, he had almost killed you all because you let Butchers gang slip away…the cool and calculated look in your fathers blue eyes had almost made you piss your pants.
You could see Butchers green eyes looking down at you as he squeezed down on your soft flesh. He was pushed between your legs and he was so close to you you could practically taste him. His eyes didn’t look as cold as Homelanders, but he was still looking at you as if you were an ant. That look in Homelander usually made you feel so small, weak, and cowardly. You felt small too, under Butcher. This should feel bad. But you felt a slight twinge in your gut, something you felt before when he hurled insults at you that felt like a knife to the heart. Something you’ve also felt for a while after so many years of abuse from Homelanders bloodstained hands.
You gasped and your mouth opened and closed like you were a fish on land, and Butchers hook was pierced deep in you already. Your gloved hands squeaked a little as you gripped Butchers arm, earning him squeezing you harder. Blood ran down your throat as you continued to struggle to breathe, gagging. You could hear the city continue on, Butchers neighbors, not only this but also: someone on the roof. A heartbeat, quickening. That..couldn’t be him, could it? Fuck were you followed? You prayed to any higher being that this was just paranoia. The trauma of always being watched.
Because it would be pretty embarrassing to have your death be watched by Homelander. You could see it now, both of you in hell(you were pretty sure if hell existed you’d go there), while he just taunts you for eternity.
The fire behind your eyes burned, but you blinked it away. Butchers grip on you eased up, and he smirked. “Vought and Homelander might be pretty close to owning you. But I’d rather own you instead.” He said in such a tauntingly sweet tone. A whimper escaped your lips, from confusion or arousal, you didn’t know. Your brain froze and you didn’t know what to say, what to do.
“Wh-wh..wha-t?” You tried to gulp.
“You’re so fucking pathetic I bet I could keep your arse on a leash and you wouldn’t complain.” You wouldn’t. Butcher tightened his grip again, teasing another whine from you. Your face felt even hotter, not just from the man above you squeezing your throat. “‘Mm n-no-t…” You squeaked out.
“Love, I can feel your cock.” Butcher pointed out.
Your eyes shot wide open and darted down, sure enough, you were hard. Oh god. Your hands released Butchers arm and covered your cringing face instead, another even louder whimper came from you. Butchers cruel chuckle did nothing to calm your arousal, you only twitched in your pants.
“Do you always get excited while being choked or is it just your little crush on me?” Maybe both. So Butcher did know you had a crush on him. Well it was pretty obvious, even though you tried to make it not.
With your eyes covered like this and the hand on your neck, your mind was slipping. It was getting worse quickly. You remembered observing (people call it stalking but whatever) Butcher with Ryan and how he talked to Ryan over the phone whenever you spied on him, you never let Homelander know where Ryan hid so Butcher wasn’t upset. Just for Butcher, fuck Ryan, he reminded you too much of you when you were young. He deserved Homelander as a father, not you, the lucky bastard escaped for too long. But fine. Butcher should’ve been your father, not his dumb father figure step dad whatever. You knew it was fucked to wish your little brother harm, or wish that your crush was your dad, but you didn’t care. Butcher was flawed but perfect to you, so perfect.
You’d follow him anywhere.
“D…” One syllable whined out your mouth, it caught Butchers attention, and surely the attention of the person on the roof. “D-Dad pl-ease..” Tears were spilling from the corners of your eyes, Butcher couldn’t see from you blocking. Neither you could see his raised eyebrows. He was quiet for a moment, confusion likely running through him and trying to process what you had said.
“Hm?” Butcher realized you were talking to him, not begging for Homelander to intervene.
“Daddy..” Your voice sounded so small and strained, so innocent in tone. But your body’s response to Butcher was anything but innocent. “P- please..” Your mind was broken. You didn’t know what to say even, you just wanted Butcher.
“Please what , love?” Butcher questioned, needing you to speak up. His grip on you was softening, and his lips ghosted over your wet cheek. His hips were pressed against you and then, you could feel his boner. “Daddy needs you to use your words.” His voice was sickly sweet. You swore you nearly burst in your pants from that. “Need you to speak.” So gentlemanly of him to do something resembling asking for consent from the man he was just choking out. Butcher could’ve taken what he wanted from you if he wanted, and he knew you wouldn’t have retaliated. Him asking for consent from you shouldn’t have gotten you so dumbfounded, you really weren’t used to that.
What did you want him to do, he was asking. What didn’t you want him to do? You could only just lay there, stunned, with too many words in your brain to come out of your mouth.
“Seems you want me to decide.” Butcher assumed quickly. He was the one calling the shots, not you. “Well I ain’t gonna wank you, so here’s what I’ll do..” He reached under your belt and to your ass, gripping the strong fabric of your suit and easily tearing it open. “I’ll fuck you as long as I want, you won’t complain, and you’ll be on your merry way afterwards cause you sure as hell aren’t spending the night.” He wasn’t a romantic type of course. You didn’t have a problem with the first half, but staying over was something you always wanted. But you have to take what you can get, like a dog taking scraps.
“Mmn..” You whined, your brain wasn’t snapping out of the stupor Butcher put you in.
“I take it you don’t have any lube?” Butcher mused. “Maybe you did bring some, probably expected this, weren’t you?” He spat on his hand. You heard his zipper, your eyes darted down to what you were so eager all this time to see. But Butcher quickly gripped your face and growled. “My eyes are up here.” He wasn’t going to give you the pleasure of looking at his cock, he didn’t want you to get any pleasure from this at all.
Butchers green eyes looked blown out, his pupils were dilated seeing you like this. You tried to not delude yourself with the idea that he could’ve had a crush on you. He’d never fuck you because of that, it was because it would be temporary satisfactory action against Homelander.
You felt a couple of thick, wet fingers push into you, quick and impatient. Another whine slipped from you and you felt like your face was on fire. “S-slow-“ You tried to beg, then shuddered when you felt a scissoring motion inside you.
“I ain’t making love to you, cunt.” Butcher hissed, a quick reminder. After a few more moments of this, you were barely loose enough for him but he charged forward anyway. Rubbing spit on his cock, he pushed in, slow and painful. You cried out as you felt like you were getting impaled, you’ve never felt like this before. Your face was scrunched up as your breath quickened, trying to get used to the pain. But more tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, you couldn’t see through the blur that Butchers smile grew seeing your pain.
“I take it you’re a virgin?” Butcher breathed heatedly. Homelander made sure you had sex, he wasn’t going to be embarrassed by his son being a virgin. “Cause you feel like one.” His hands gripped your legs, keeping you open and available. You could feel Butcher throb inside you, you felt yours and his hearts beating fast, almost in sync.
You’ve only had sex a few times with women before, it was nothing special, but this was. It was terrible and amazing, Butcher being the first man to fuck you. You had a disdain toward gay men, found them disgusting and weird. Though only because Homelander hammered those into your mind. He wanted so much for you to be straight, he could probably tell you liked men all along. So when you had a crush on Butcher it felt so scary, but it was so..right.
“Daddy—i-it h- hurts..” You gasped, trying not to gurgle and choke on the blood dripping down your throat.
“Yeah, you probably say that a lot, don’t you?” Butchers voice rasped, and his hips snapped up. You squealed in response to the new burst of pain, eyes popping open. Anyone else saying that, mocking your abuse would get beaten into the ground. But Butcher saying it just made you want to retreat into your shell and jerk off to what he said later. “Mm, wanna bet he’s watching right now..?” Butchers hips jerked again, making you cry out.
“Look. Is he?” Butchers face was so close to yours, his lips nearly touching yours.
You couldn’t bare the thought of Homelander watching. But Butcher commanded, and you couldn’t disobey anyone in this state. You peered through the ceiling.
Oh, Jesus Christ, he was. He was there.
Homelander was standing and looking down at both of you, hands behind his back. And he had an expression on his face you couldn’t quite make out, decipher. It seemed like confusion. The supe saw you see him, and he quirked an eyebrow at you. You could almost hear him in your head, calling you faggot, worthless, weak, for letting not just a mudperson—but William Butcher fuck you.
Butcher saw the horrified look on your face, and he got his answer. He slammed his hips into you, making you yell out louder than before. Homelander tilted his head, his eyes were roaming over the both of you.
“Let’s give him a show, yeah?” Butcher purred.
“W-wait!” Your voice cracked, you were visibly trembling now. You didn’t know if you could go on like this, knowing he was watching. Butcher didn’t wait, he just started to fuck into you, now going into a steady rhythm. He seemed to like how you were putting on a show, crying and moaning out in either pleasure or pain, he didn’t care which it was. This was more painful than pleasurable at first, going in near dry with such little prep, and it was your first time—of course you’d be sobbing. That didn’t mean you didn’t like it or want it though.
Even if you felt like you were being burnt by the sun, the fact this was happening felt like you were walking on sunshine.
Butcher grunted as he hammered you into the ground, he was having the time of his life as well. Fucking the man he wanted to kills son, defiling you and dragging you down to the level of a human— not just a human but a fag, something you were never allowed to be..and right in front of Homelander? It felt satisfying.
“Hnn-w-wait—slow down!” You choked and gagged out, Butchers cock kept pistoning into you anyway. His hands gripped onto your thighs like a vice, fingertips digging into your skin.
“Fucking hell..” Butcher rasped, you felt his lips graze over your neck. You could smell the sweat, alcohol and arousal radiating off him. You felt his lips press against only a part of your neck, blocked by the collar of your suit. His hand reached up and ripped it open down to your chest. The sound of fabric and fake muscle ripping joined the chorus of your sobbing and slapping of Butchers thrusts. “So fucking tight..” he whispered against your neck, then started to suck hickeys onto you.
Butcher was trying to leave his mark everywhere on you, you weren’t leaving without it being clear he fucked you. He needed to give Homelander the reminder, shove it in his face that he fucked you. He’d be forced to seer at the bruises he wouldn’t look away from, and smell the cologne that would hang from you. The only bruises you’ve ever gotten were from Homelander. Who was still peering down at you, wolfishly staring into your eyes, which were desperately trying to shut forever.
“What’s the cunt doing up there?” Butcher muttered, his beard scratching against your skin. He continued to fuck and rut into you, which rendered his question useless since you couldn’t bring up the brain capacity to answer. Homelander was just watching, his eyes continuing to search over the two of you.
“Nn—h-haah-! Aah!” You could feel his cock push into your gspot every now and then, of course since he wasn’t at a good angle he wasn’t getting it. But he didn’t care, this was for him, not you.
“Probably wanking, ain’t he?” Butcher slurred, then pushed two fingers into your mouth. You didn’t close your mouth around them, just continued to cry and moan, drool slightly pooling in your mouth. “He’d be that fucked in the head to do that.” He bet, whispering to you. Butchers fingers pushed into your wet mouth deeper. “Seein’ his son like this..” his hips smashed into you with emphasis. “Tell you what, if you’re a nn, extra good boy, I’ll fuck your mouth next time. How’s that?” You wanted to scream yes, but you just kept moaning and whimpering.
“So fucking ruined you can’t even speak, just crying and moaning..it’s bloody embarrassing.” Butcher chuckled and withdrew his wet fingers. “Daddy needs you to speak, love.” He tried to coax you back into reality, his hips slowed down and he kissed over your bruising neck. “How’s your old man up there?” He breathed, a hint of excitement in his voice. God you didn’t want to see again, but you obeyed Butcher like you worshiped him.
“Hh , he-he’s…j-just w-watching me..” You were barely audible. “He l-looks disappointed..” you covered over your wet eyes, Butcher kissed your jawline.
“Dads are assholes, but he should be disappointed in you, love.” Butcher purred. Your cock twitched, fuck you were close to cumming, even with your needs being neglected. “If I were him, I’d be tearing the bloody building down before anyone could stick their dick in you.” He kissed on you again and you whimpered. His dick kept its slow and steady pace, transitioning you into a more pleasurable experience. He’d be such an overprotective father, not like how Homelander would be. Homelander wasn’t intervening, just letting you live with the guilt and shame of letting Butcher wrestle you to the ground and spread your legs. Butcher wouldn’t have let anyone lay a finger on you, let any harm come to you or there’d be hell to pay.
“I wish y-you were my dad..” You whimpered. Butcher paused. You wondered if you said something wrong, til you felt his dick twitching and throbbing hard inside you.
“Really now?” He chuckled. You heard Homelander scoff slightly, though he did look more interested in this conversation now. “And I bet you want Homelander to fuck you too, that it? That’s what you want too?” Butcher rasped and picked the pace back up, your gloved hands grasped at his back and scratched uselessly. No—no-yes— you weren’t sure how to answer, if that was some rhetorical question or not.
“All you supes and Vought pieces of shit are so fucked up.” Butchers voice sounded so hateful, yet he had a smile on his face. He was back to fucking you like he never would again, you felt like you were under a wild animal. “But I’ll be your new daddy from now, hh , on, you’d like that, hm?” “Hh-mm!” God yes.
“Good boy.” Butchers voice was so condescending yet you were so close to cumming. “Stay nice and still for daddy.” He drawled. That was it. You cried out louder and your back arched, your grip on Butchers shirt tightened. Your eyes screwed shut, you’d have drool running out your mouth from how much it was open. Butcher looked down at you curiously yet didn’t slow his pace, then realized you just came in your pants. “..cute.” He breathily chuckled.
Butcher kept up his thrusting for several more moments before you felt his dick throb, he groaned then you felt hot liquid pooling inside you. He kept moving though, riding out his high, not wanting this to end. You didn’t either, you wanted more of your daddy in you. He’s stained your outsides with bruises and his scent and, now your insides with cum.
You squinted your eyes open, seeing how Homelander blinked a few times, looking surprised almost. He shook his head, as if trying to shake out a thought. He turned, seeming a bit flustered and took off in the direction of the tower. You didn’t understand, did he..like it? Hate it? Well he just watched Butcher make you cum, then cum inside you, it would be embarrassing for any father to see.
“Christ..” Butcher mumbled, panting lightly. You were left trembling and whimpering under him, limp now and mentally not there anymore. He pulled out, a string of cum attaching you both and he sat beside you, not bothering to wipe himself up or put himself back in his pants.
“You’re real..interesting.” Butcher pulled out a cigarette then started to smoke. You felt cum leaking out from you, and even with all the strength in the world you couldn’t get back up. “Really want me to be your dad?” He chuckled a little, a genuine question as he looked back at you. “Not just some kinky shit you were hoping would rile me up?”
You swallowed and gasped for air again, trying to speak. “I..I really do..” you confessed again.
Butcher puffed out some smoke and was silent in thought for a moment. On one hand, he didn’t want to be a father and wasn’t in the place to adopt any young adult supes. On the other hand, it would be great having you of all supes on this leash. On the other other hand, it was one thing to fuck Homelanders spawn but to steal you from him? That would cause a whole new problem.
“No thanks, but..” He leaned down and blew smoke into your face, making you cough. “I’ll still be your daddy.”
Your eyes glanced down to his still hard cock, smeared with cum and your blood. You weakly tried to sit up, trying to get over to it only to get pushed back down. “I said I’ll fuck your mouth next time. Greedy little bugger, aren’t you?” He stubbed out his cigarette on your cheek, which didn’t hurt you of course. You looked so much like Homelander when you looked up at Butcher with your doe eyes, full of tears still, pleading almost. He couldn’t help but grip the back of your neck and pull you to his face, pressing his lips against yours. You could feel your heart soaring, it was almost romantic, which is what Butcher didn’t want.
You groaned feeling his teeth bite your bottom lip, making you bleed again. He pulled away and licked the faint blood off his lips, while you could taste his saliva mixed with copper. Your body felt disgusting. You were ruined and reeked of Butcher, just how you liked it.
“Don’t even have speak and you’ve already got me going again.” Butcher mumbled. He gripped your cape and easily flipped you onto your stomach, bare ass in the air.
You grunted as your face hit the floor, then you felt Butcher climb on top of you. His boner pressed against your ass and you felt a hand gripping the back of your neck, keeping you smushed into the floor. “How long til you need to be back?” Butcher asked.
Your mind had to load a moment to give an answer. “I-I sh-shouldn’t even be out right now..”
You whimpered feeling Butcher slide back into your sore ass.
“I’m sure Homelander will understand.” His fingers tightened around your neck, holding you down as if to tame some kind of wild animal.
You may not be allowed to come back over ever again—that didn’t matter, it wouldn’t be the first time you disobeyed Homelander. You’ve had Homelanders hand around your neck plenty of times.
What did matter was Butchers hand around your neck this time.