Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

4 | Emotions

The apartment was a haven of calm and quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling chaos of Vought Tower. You stumbled through the door, the weight of the day's events settling on your shoulders. The physical and emotional exhaustion from the office had drained you, leaving you in desperate need of some relaxation.

You made your way to the bathroom, where you let the hot water from the shower wash away the fatigue of the day. The steam enveloped you, and you closed your eyes, letting the warmth soothe your aching muscles. It had been overwhelming, navigating the crowded office and facing the intimidating presence of Homelander. You were relieved to be home, away from the pressure and the people.

After you finished showering, you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel and headed to the kitchen. You prepared a simple meal, not feeling up to anything elaborate. The process was calming, the act of chopping vegetables and stirring a pot offering a brief distraction from the weight of the day.

With dinner eaten, you retreated to your bedroom, ready for some much-needed relaxation. You changed into your most comfortable pajamas and settled into bed, pulling out your phone to unwind. You opened up Tumblr and began scrolling through posts about Homelander, your curiosity piqued by the imposing figure you had encountered earlier.

You saw photos of him—his intense gaze, his commanding presence. The images stirred something in you, and you found yourself searching for more. As you delved deeper into the posts, you came across a fanfiction tagged with a female person/Homelander. A mix of curiosity and trepidation made you click on it.

At first, the story was light, a harmless exploration of what a meeting between you and Homelander could have been like. But as you continued reading, the narrative grew more explicit. The descriptions became more detailed, more intimate.

"His fingers trail down your body, exploring every inch with a possessive tenderness. You gasp as he kisses you, his touch sending shivers through you as he pushes you closer to the edge."

You swallowed hard, feeling your cheeks flush as you read the words. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through you. This was new, and it made you feel uncomfortable yet intrigued. You had never read anything like this before, and the raw, explicit nature of the story took you by surprise.

You set your phone down, staring at the ceiling as your mind raced. You had never been with a man, and the idea of intimacy both fascinated and frightened you. The scenes in the fanfiction were so vivid, so intense, and they stirred feelings you hadn't expected.

You picked up your phone again, hesitating for a moment. The thoughts from the fanfiction still lingered in your mind, making you feel hot and uneasy. You wondered what it would be like to experience something like this, to have someone like Homelander take control in such an intimate way.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to continue reading.

"He undresses you slowly, savoring every moment as he takes you with a passion that leaves you breathless. His hands move over you, exploring and igniting a fire within you."

As you read on, you felt a flush of heat spread through your body. Your breaths became shallow, and your heart raced as you imagined the scenes playing out. You had never felt anything like this before, the emotions and sensations foreign but thrilling.

"You moan softly as he takes you, his movements a perfect blend of dominance and care. Every touch, every kiss brings you closer to a peak of pleasure you've never known."

You put the phone down again, your cheeks burning with shame and arousal. Your heart was racing, and you could barely process the storm of emotions inside you. The idea of what you had read was both exhilarating and frightening.

In all your twenty-six years, you had never been intimate with anyone, and the thought of such a passionate encounter was overwhelming. You were innocent and inexperienced, and the intensity of the fanfiction left you feeling guilty, as though you had ventured into something you shouldn't have.

Feeling conflicted, you deleted the search history and closed the app, setting your phone aside. But the sensations from the fanfiction lingered, the desire it had awakened still simmering in the back of your mind.

Suddenly, you felt the familiar ache in your breasts. The discomfort was a reminder of your condition, and you reluctantly reached for the bag that contained your breast pump. As you began to set it up, the anticipation of the relief it would bring was mingled with the lingering heat from the fanfiction.

You set the breast pump up and started the process, the familiar rhythmic motion of the suction filling the room. As the pump worked, you found yourself growing increasingly aware of the sensations it created. The gentle pull and release felt surprisingly pleasant, and you couldn't help but let out a soft, involuntary moan as the milk began to flow.

You tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but your mind kept drifting back to the fanfiction you had read earlier. The way Homelander's touch was described, the intensity of the scenes, all of it was graphic in your memory. You thought about the way he had looked at you, how his touch was imagined to be both commanding and tender.

The fantasy was still fresh in your mind, and you found yourself wondering what it would be like to experience such intense emotions. The pleasure from the breast pump, though physical, seemed to echo the kind of excitement described in the story. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push away the lingering images of Homelander's touch as the rhythmic motion of the pump continued to work on you.

You bit your lip, feeling a flush of heat spread through your body as you remembered the fanfiction's more explicit scenes. Your breath quickened, and you let out another soft moan, the sensations from the breast pump mingling with the guilty thrill from the story.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you focused on finishing the task. You knew you shouldn't let these new and confusing feelings take over, but they lingered in your mind like an uninvited guest.

After finishing with the breast pump, you cleaned up and tucked the equipment back into your bag.

You crawled into bed, the heat still lingering in your cheeks and the memories of the fanfiction vivid in your mind. You resolved to avoid Homelander, to come to the office early and keep to yourself. The thought of facing him again, especially after what you had read, filled you with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

As you lay there, staring at the ceiling, you promised yourself that you would stay away from such distractions. You closed your eyes, hoping that sleep would come and take you away from the confusing emotions of the day.

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