The Love Experiment (Soldier Boy X Female Reader)

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2 hours later...
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My mind is still wrapped around the last sentence that "Soldier Boy" said in my dream. I can't really think too much on it, since the next thing on my schedule was another humiliation ritual by John... but what did Soldier Boy mean by the word "box"? Maybe it was a metaphor for my own situation, how I feel trapped inside a box because of John...

"Sweetie, you're cutely spacing out in your head, again." Homelander states, in front of more paparazzi than I possibly imagine. He leans his mouth closer to my ear, for me to hear better I guess. "You better fucking shut that shit down right now." he whispers, squeezing my side firmly. The flashing lights from the many cameras are what brings my focus back to my surroundings. I look up at him and mask my uneasiness with a smile. I whisper back in his ear, he leans his head a bit down to help.

"I've got something better. Kiss me." I firmly command, looking into his eyes. He looks at me confused, wondering why I'm going along with his idea willingly instead of fearing the absolute shit out of him.

"Excuse me?" He places on gloved-hand on the bottom of my back, smiling to the cameras as the photographers order us around. Telling us how to pose and when to do it. "Didn't quite expect for you to be so eager, S/n." he mumbles quietly underneath his breath.

"Are we going to make our 'relationship' real to the public or what?" I whisper, pulling him in for a passionate kiss that made all the photographers whistle and cheer. I feel the instant hesitation from his frozen lips, mine smirking in triumph. My lips slightly part as I feel his other hand hook under my leg and then dips me back to further perform our 'love' for each other in front of the cameras. His lips become slightly more assertive and rough, grinning as he parts from our kiss.

"That'll definitely get the citizens going, you little slut you." He whispers, chuckling as he brings me back up and leads me off the red carpet when taking my hand. John doesn't have to worry about his image when it comes to doing anything. Everyone ignores all of his flaws and mistakes, some even become the yes men of his greatest successes...

Not me on the other hand, unfortunately. I've already been sexualized by the whole world thanks to Vought's most amazing PR team efforts. Not only does my outfit look less than ideal and PG to the eyes of many, I've done many sexual innuendos for sponsor commercials in the past. It's not that I'm disgusted by it, I'm a very sex-positive being by nature. I'd just rather keep my work and my pleasures separate, but there's no use to fighting it when Homelander makes the final decision.

John picks me up bridal-style, we say our last goodbyes to everyone before he flies us back to Vought. I hold onto him for dear life, deeply hating how much he enjoys my fear of heights more than I do. I bury my face as much as I can into his chest, pretending we weren't even that high up in the air. "Come on, Y/n. Let loose a little. The view of the city is nice from up here! " he chuckles, giving a little squeeze before he gently floats down to the front glass lobby doors.

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"Yeah, I'll 'let loose' the day you don't use my own fears on me. Thanks." I huff, letting Homelander place me down gently. After I'm back on my own two feet, there are fangirls screaming from a distance. I subtly pull and adjust my tight clothing, not caring much about them than he probably did.

"Homelander! Oh my god we love you so much— can we get a picture with you?" one of the girls practically squeals all giddy and excited. I almost broke into a smirk because the other one looks like she was going to risk it all and ask him out. I'd say they'd both had to be at least 17 years old. If not, younger perhaps. I watch him mask his usual annoyance with a suave smile.