Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

2 | Movements

About an hour had passed since you arrived at the Vought Tower. The conference room was filled with the quiet hum of your computer as you worked to unravel the complexities of the security breach. Carol sat across from you at the long table, absorbed in her own paperwork and not paying you any mind. Her presence was a mild distraction compared to the storm of nerves you felt from Homelander's silent scrutiny.

Homelander was seated on a plush couch at the far end of the room, his posture relaxed but his eyes fixed intently on you. Even from a distance, you could feel the weight of his gaze on your back, making it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. His presence was both intimidating and electrifying, a constant reminder of the hero whose very existence seemed to overshadow your own.

The pain in your chest had been growing steadily worse, a sharp, throbbing ache that you had been trying to ignore. It had started this morning and only seemed to intensify as the day went on. You had hoped to manage it discreetly, but now, with the added stress of the day and Homelander's presence, the discomfort was becoming almost unbearable.

You shifted in your seat, trying to alleviate the discomfort, but the pressure in your breasts only grew. It was a struggle to keep your focus on the security logs and the intricate data on your screen. The subtle, persistent ache was a constant reminder of the fact that you had to manage your condition, Galactorrhea, with a breast pump, a fact you had managed to keep hidden until now.

Finally, the discomfort became too much to ignore. You stood up, clutching your bag tightly and casting a nervous glance at Carol, who was too engrossed in her work to notice your distress.

"Excuse me for a moment," you said quietly, trying to keep your voice steady.

Homelander's eyes flicked up from the tablet he was holding, a curious glint in his blue eyes as he observed you. He said nothing, but his intense gaze made you feel small and exposed.

You hurried out of the room, your steps quick and uneven as you made your way down the hallway towards the restroom. The pressure in your breast was almost overwhelming, and you knew you couldn't delay any longer.

In the restroom, you locked the door behind you and took out the breast pump from your bag with trembling hands. The small, sterile room seemed almost oppressive as you set up the pump, the harsh lights casting stark shadows over the walls.

You took a deep breath and began to pump, the rhythmic suction providing a bittersweet relief from the pressure in your breast. The milk flowed into the bottle, a steady, milky stream that was both soothing and a stark reminder of the condition you had been hiding.

As you continued to pump, you could hear faint footsteps approaching the restroom door. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"Are you alright in there?" Homelander's voice was calm and measured, but you could almost sense the curiosity behind his words.

You took a shuddering breath, trying to keep your voice steady. "Y-Yes, just taking a quick break."

Homelander didn't respond verbally, but you could sense him lingering outside the door. His presence was a heavy, almost palpable force that added to your anxiety. You could almost feel the weight of his curiosity pressing through the door.

The faintest hint of the milk's scent had started to seep into the hallway, something that Homelander, with his super-sensitive senses, might have noticed. He was intrigued, though he chose not to comment, observing the situation with a mixture of interest and restraint.

You continued to pump, the sound of the device a steady rhythm in the quiet room. With each squeeze of the pump, you tried to focus on the relief it brought, but the tension of the moment, with Homelander just outside, was a constant distraction.

When you finished, you cleaned up quickly, your hands shaking as you packed the pump away and prepared to return to the conference room. The pain in your breast had lessened somewhat, but the awareness of Homelander's presence was still a heavy weight on your shoulders.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping back into the conference room. Carol was still engrossed in her documents, giving you no more than a cursory glance as you re-entered.

Homelander's eyes met yours as you walked back to your seat. Though he said nothing, his gaze was as intense as ever, a mixture of curiosity and something deeper hidden behind his cool, confident exterior.

You sat back down at the table, trying to focus on the data in front of you. The thought of Homelander watching you, his eyes lingering on you from across the room, was almost too much to bear. Every movement, every glance from him felt magnified, a constant reminder of the unease you felt in his presence.

As you tried to refocus on the breach data, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a new and uncertain chapter in your life. Homelander's silent scrutiny and the weight of your secret had set the stage for what was to come, leaving you to navigate the unknown with a mix of fear and anticipation.

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