Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

8 | Uninvited

You were sitting at your desk at home, enjoying the comfort of your own space and the lack of Homelander's imposing presence. The day after your lunch with him had been a whirlwind of emotions, but now that you were back to working from home, you felt a bit more at ease.

"I'm so glad to be back in my own space," you murmured to yourself, focusing on the screen in front of you. The familiar hum of your computer was a soothing backdrop to your work, and you were glad for the normalcy of your routine.

Meanwhile, across town at Vought Tower, Homelander was walking through the corridors with a purposeful stride. He glanced around, clearly searching for someone. His eyes scanned the desks, looking for you.

He turned a corner and saw Carol's office. Without bothering to knock, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, his imposing presence immediately filling the room.

"Where's [Your Name]?" he demanded, his voice carrying an edge that made Carol stiffen in her seat.

Carol looked up from her work, her eyes widening in surprise and a bit of fear at the sight of him. "Homelander, um... she's not here right now. She's working from home again."

Homelander's eyes narrowed. "From home? I didn't realize that was still a thing. I saw her at her desk yesterday."

Carol swallowed nervously. "Yes, but now that she's completed the task of identifying the breach, she's back to her work-from-home arrangement. She finished her in-office work and is only supposed to come in for special tasks."

Homelander's eyes darkened, clearly displeased. "Is that so?" He took a step closer to her, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Well, I'd like to see her, so where does she live?"

Carol shifted uncomfortably in her chair, trying to maintain her composure. "I'm afraid I can't give out that information. It's confidential."

Homelander's gaze turned icy. "Really? I'm sure you can make an exception for me."

Carol felt the mood of the room shift. He was not playing around. She quickly found [Your Name] address and gave it Homelander.

Homelander turned on his heel and walked out of the office. Carol watched him go, her hands trembling slightly.

Homelander strode out of Vought Tower and took off into the sky. His enhanced senses and resources made it easy for him to track down your address. Within moments, he was standing in front of your apartment door. He knocked firmly, the sound echoing through the hallway.

You were at your desk, working diligently, when you heard the knock. Your heart skipped a beat. "Who could that be?" you wondered aloud, pushing your chair back and heading to the door.

When you opened it, you were shocked to see Homelander standing there, his confident smile sending shivers down your spine.

"Hello, [Your Name]." he said smoothly.

You stood there, frozen and wide-eyed. "H-Homelander! What are you doing here?"

Homelander stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes scanning your modest apartment with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction. "I wanted to see you. I enjoyed our little chat from yesterday."

You backed away, your heart pounding in your chest. "I-I'm not sure what to say. I didn't expect you to come here."

He smiled, clearly amused by your reaction. "Its alright. I couldn't find you at the tower so I figured I'd come visit you. How's work going?"

As he walked further into the apartment, you felt your anxiety rising. You tried to act as natural as possible, but the tension in the room was palpable.

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. "It's fine."

He glanced around the room, his gaze landing on the couch. "Have a seat. We might as well make ourselves comfortable."

You hesitated, but his authoritative tone made you sit down on the opposite side of the couch, your heart pounding. He continued to stand. The silence stretched out, the weight of his presence making you even more nervous.

Homelander's eyes wandered around the room, eventually landing on you. "You look a bit uncomfortable. Everything alright?"

You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore the growing ache in your chest. "I'm fine."

Homelander's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath, catching a faint whiff of the milk from your breasts that had leaked onto your shirt. A glint of recognition flashed in his eyes, and he leaned in slightly, his tone playful. "Are you sure? You seem a bit off."

You bit your lip, feeling the pressure building in your breasts. "Actually, I was hoping you could leave. I need to... take care of something."

Homelander raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "Take care of what? I'm curious."

You hesitated, your face reddening as you realized you couldn't avoid the issue any longer. "I... I need to use the breast pump," you whispered, covering your face with your hands.

His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his surprise with curiosity. "Oh? Why do you need to do that? Were you pregnant or something?"

You shook your head rapidly, your face turning red. "No, I'm not pregnant. I've never been with a man before."

Homelander's eyes gleamed with newfound interest. "Is that so? You've never been with anyone? How intriguing."

You looked away, your hands fidgeting nervously. "I have a condition called Galactorrhea. It's making my breasts produce milk, but it should go away in a few months."

Homelander's eyes darkened with a mix of fascination and desire. "Galactorrhea, huh? I see. Well, that sounds like it must be quite uncomfortable for you."

You nodded, feeling a bit relieved that you had explained it, but also nervous about what he might do next. "Yes, it's uncomfortable, but I manage."

Homelander took a step closer, his gaze intense. "Would you like some help with that?"

You blinked up at him, startled.

You shook your head quickly. "Help? What do you- Actually no, it's really not necessary. If you could just leave..."

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. Homelander cut you off, a confident smile on his face. "I insist. Let me help you."

He could hear your heart racing. You were so nervous. How cute.

He walked towards you, closing the distance, his commanding presence filling the room. "I'll take care of it."

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