Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

5 | Vivid

You arrived at Vought Tower well before the usual start of the workday. The building was still quiet, the hum of air conditioning and the faint sounds of distant office machinery the only company you had. The empty corridors seemed endless, and the stillness was a relief compared to the chaotic environment you had faced the previous day. You made your way to the IT department, careful not to make a sound as you settled into your desk.

You pulled out your laptop and resumed your investigation into the system breach. The hours ticked by slowly, but you made good progress. You pieced together clues and cross-referenced data, hoping to uncover the identity of the hackers and their motives. The solitude was comforting, and you were grateful for the chance to work without any distractions or unwanted encounters.

A few hours into your solitary work, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned to see Carol entering the office, her expression one of mild surprise as she took in the sight of you already at your desk.

"Good morning!" Carol said cheerfully, her tone a stark contrast to the quiet atmosphere of the office. "You're here early! I didn't expect to see anyone for another few hours."

You froze, your cheeks flushing with a deep red as you avoided eye contact. "Oh, um, good morning, Carol," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. "I, um, wanted to get an early start on things."

Carol raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not pushing for details. "Well, I'm sure you certainly made good use of the time. How's it going?"

You nodded, offering a shy smile. "I'm, um, getting closer to finding out who did it."

Carol smiled and gave you an encouraging nod. "That's great to hear. Keep up the good work."

Relieved that she wasn't pressing you for more information, you nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Carol."

As she moved to her own desk, you took a deep breath and continued your work, finding solace in the quiet space. After a while, the progress you had made on the breach investigation seemed sufficient, and you decided it was time for a break.

You walked back to Carol's desk, your nerves frayed from the prolonged solitude and the hunger gnawing at your stomach. "Carol, um, would it be alright if I took an early lunch? I'm, um, starving."

Carol looked up from her paperwork, a smile touching her lips. "Of course! I didn't realize you were so hungry. Go ahead and take your break."

You thanked her softly before heading to the break room, your steps quick and purposeful. The break room was a welcome change from the stark office environment, with its cozy chairs and inviting aroma of coffee and pastries. You grabbed a sandwich and a drink, your stomach growling in anticipation.

As you ate, you couldn't help but glance around nervously, half-expecting to see someone unexpected come in. But the room remained empty, and you managed to finish your meal in relative peace.

With your hunger sated, you knew it was time to address your other pressing need. You slipped into the restroom, your heart racing a little at the thought of what you were about to do. You found a stall and carefully pulled out your breast pump, trying to remain as discreet as possible.

You set up the pump and began the process, the familiar rhythmic motion of the suction filling the room. 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 vivid 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.

After you finished pumping, you carefully cleaned up and tucked the equipment back into your bag. You took a moment to compose yourself before heading back to your desk, trying to ignore the lingering thoughts of Homelander and the fanfiction.

The morning continued on in a peaceful rhythm, with the occasional sound of footsteps from the hallway and the distant murmur of voices. You were grateful for the calm, the time to work and reflect away from the prying eyes of others.

Homelander's POV

Homelander stood just outside the IT department, hidden from view by a slight bend in the corridor. He had been curious about your early arrival and decided to check on what you were up to. He observed you from the shadows, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he watched you diligently working at your desk.

He was intrigued by the fact that you had been so early to the office, something he knew was unusual for you. He also couldn't help but notice something peculiar: you seemed to be lactating, a detail that stood out to him given that you had no visible signs of having children. The sight of your discomfort mixed with the pump stirred a strange curiosity within him.

Homelander's eyes followed you as you moved about the office, the soft, focused look on your face as you worked diligently. He found the contrast between your timid demeanor and your determination to be oddly charming. He could sense your nervousness, though it was far from the usual bravado he was used to encountering.

As you took a break to have your lunch, he remained hidden, watching you with an almost predatory curiosity. He observed you eating alone, your shyness evident in the way you kept glancing around, as if afraid of being seen. He was struck by how vulnerable you seemed, a stark contrast to his own towering presence and confidence.

When you went to the break room and later into the restroom with your bag, he remained in his concealed spot, his mind racing with possibilities. The faint sounds of the breast pump, though muffled, were enough to capture his attention. He could sense a faint, sweet scent in the air, a subtle hint of what was happening behind that closed door.

The sight of you tending to your needs, the soft moans that escaped you, and the way your face flushed with embarrassment made him pause. He wondered about the implications of what he had seen and felt a flicker of something he wasn't used to-a strange mix of fascination and desire.

As you returned to your desk, your face red and your movements more hesitant, he found himself intrigued by you in a way he hadn't anticipated. There was something about your innocence and your hidden struggles that seemed to draw him in. The idea of exploring what lay beneath your quiet exterior was a tantalizing thought, one he couldn't quite shake.

Homelander's thoughts lingered on you as he turned away from the office, the images of you and the mysterious milk still vivid in his mind. He was determined to find out more about the enigma that was you.

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