The Boys Imagines/Preferences (NO MINORS! 18+) (Discontinued)

Heat - Homelander x Reader (Shortish)

(Got the idea while walking home and dying one day a while ago because I can't handle even the tiniest bit of heat without getting the feeling of puking... yay me. Anyways I thought this would be cute so ENJOY.) (Wrote this part a while ago so... yeah I had hopes for this then.)

(Y/n's Pov)

Today is hot, VERY hot and I just do not handle it well, however my wonderful boyfriend just loves to be annoying about it because he knows I don't have enough energy to get up and smack him. On days like this when it's hotter than normal, I strip down to my underwear, go sit or lay down in the bathtub and turn on the shower to cold.

Usually Homelander comes in and makes fun of me while continuously and obviously staring at my breasts, sometimes if I feel like it I'll drag him in with me and it gets heated very quickly, other times I'm too heat dead to even process that he's there. Honestly by the end of the day it always leads to sex anyways and he knows it, which is why he finds it so funny when I ignore him most of the time while I cool off.

So as usual, I'd gotten home to my apartment, sweaty, tired and hot after working and I don't even notice him sitting in a chair in the corner by the couch as I drop my bag, take off my shoes and make my way to the bathroom.

I strip off my clothes down to my bra and panties before turning on the shower head and laying down in the bathtub, eyes closed and relaxing, until I hear the familiar smug voice of the one I love, for some reason.

"Hey babe, matching today are we?" The smug smirk might be the worst part, even with my eyes shut I can practically hear it, although I'd be lying if I didn't find it attractive.

"Shut up John. It's too hot." I groan and don't bother even moving. Normal people would be obliterated if they talked to him the way I do, but lucky for me, he just chuckles and shakes his head.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad. You're just dramatic."

"Says the Captain America knockoff who loves the sound of his own voice." I snark, not really in the mood for the usual crap.

As I hear him move closer to the edge of the tub I can tell he's wearing his suit, as usual of course as the sound of his boots get closer and I can hear the squeak of his gloves as he takes them off. I slowly open my eyes and tilt my head to the side so I can see him, his face now straight and though it might not seem like it to anyone else, I can see the slight concern in his blue eyes.

"Bad day?"

"Yeah... bad day alright." I sit up, pulling my knees to my chest and leaning on them. "Just stressed out, hot and tired. Sorry."

"I'm joining you." He speaks calmly and matter of factly as he begins to take off his suit, something he will only do with me, and even then it's not often that he'll take all of it off so I'm a little surprised.

I just nod and of course I can't help but watch, not in a sexual way, but more in an adoring way, a loving way. I always tell him I love the way he really looks under the suit, and while it took a long time to finally get him to show me, when he did I made sure to tell and show him just how much I love him and each part of him.

Homelander isn't nearly as built as the suit might suggest but I honestly prefer him without the padding. He notices my gaze and raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything as he strips down to his boxers and climbs into the tub in front of me, letting out a surprised gasp at the cold water.

"Are you a fucking penguin? Y/n this is so cold." He gives me a look of confusion and amusement, to which I laugh at and shrug.

"Told you I get really hot. But you never believed me when I said I turned it all the way every time." 

"Yes, well no sane person would actually do that so of course I thought you were just being overdramatic." He chuckles before pausing for a moment, his facial features becoming more serious looking and places his index finger under my chin, thumb lightly against my bottom lip and tilts my head up to look him straight in the eyes.

"John I'm okay, working with hyperactive dogs outside all day isn't always as adorable as that sounds. You don't need to "talk" to anyone I promise." I work as a dog trainer, most days I'm outside attempting and occasionally successfully teach a wildish dog to sit or stay.

I know this man well, probably better than anyone else and can tell when he is feeling something but won't show it on his face. However his eyes are easily readable and I can get all I need to know from them.

I then let out a surprised squeak as I feel his arms snake around my waist and pull me in closer, turning me so I'm sitting between his legs, back to his chest and his hands rest over my stomach. He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle and nuzzles his face into my neck.

"You're mine. I take care of my girl right?" The tone in his voice may read possessive, but there's a hint of insecurity in between the lines if you look for it. His body is tense and I immediately know why.

"Yes you do, you take very good care of me John. You are a very perfect boyfriend and I love you. You are a good man, always." I reassure him, knowing what he wants, or well, needs to hear. Making sure to speak calmly and truthfully, praising him with my love and adoration.

I can feel his body relax a little, though his arms around me tighten, though it's more like a scared child clinging to a teddy bear or their parent. I place a hand on his thigh and gently caress his skin under my fingertips, being gentle, soft and caring.

'You're my hero John, you are strong, brave, and yes, you can be an egotistical, devious jerk, but that's not the real you is it? You just feel alone, but I'm right here, always. I will never lie to you, never leave you, never try to hurt you. You are safe and loved." 

"Are you trying to make me cry?" His voice is quiet against my neck, his eyes shut while his lips press lightly right under my ear. I laugh softly, though my heart breaks for him. "I love you Y/n, don't you ever fucking take that for granted."

I shiver slightly as he practically hisses the last part into my ear but he knows I'm not afraid of him, that's part of why he's so intrigued by me.

"Never John, I would never do that to you. I am all yours, always." I then sigh softly and gently remove his arms from around me, standing up slowly and turning my gaze down to look him in the eyes.

"C'mon. You want me to do that thing you like? Right now we're gonna do whatever you want alright?" My smile is gentle and warm as I watch him stand, unable to help but look him up and down.

Before I can speak again he has one hand on my hip and the other on my cheek. He pulls me into him and presses a deep yet surprisingly gentle kiss to my lips. The confidence is building back up I can always tell, he's got that grin.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. You are a very special woman, don't you ever forget that." He then squeezes my hips a little tighter and gives me a very, very mischievous look, one I know all too well. "Now. You were saying something about something I like?"

"You're a very, very pushy man John. You're lucky I like you." I smirk and give my own mischievous look before slipping out of his grasp and stepping out of the tub, shower head still running and wink before walking into my bedroom.

I know I'm about to get into quite a bit of trouble, though I don't care. What can I say? I think I'm starting to love the heat.

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(NOT ME SOBBING AT HOW BAD MY WRITING HAS GOTTEN. Honestly I feel guilty for not publishing something so while this isn't what I expected or wanted, this is what came out of my hands... so... enjoy?) (I've also learned I'm horrible at writing from Homelander's pov... Oops.) (Next will be one for Deep, but I have no clue when I'll even start it, I only managed to write this one because Character.Ai is being mean and is having issues :( )