Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

9 | Relief

You sat on the couch, feeling the ache in your breasts grow more intense with each passing second. Your mind raced as you tried to process what was happening. Homelander had just offered to help you with your breast pump, and now you had no idea what to do. The pressure in your chest was almost unbearable, and you could feel the beginnings of tears forming in your eyes.

Homelander's eyes were fixed on you, a mixture of curiosity and something darker dancing in his gaze. "Where is your breast pump?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as you pointed to the kitchen island. "It's in the bag on top of the island," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Homelander moved gracefully across the room, his presence somehow more imposing now than before. You watched as he retrieved the breast pump from the bag and carried it back to where you were sitting. His movements were deliberate, each step filled with a calm confidence that only made you more anxious.

He set the pump down on the coffee table in front of you, his eyes meeting yours with an unreadable expression. "The sooner we do this, the sooner you'll feel better," he said, his tone carrying an almost casual assurance.

You nodded, though you were still frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. Homelander's gaze lingered on you, his lips curling into a faint, amused smile. "This would be easier if you removed your top so we can get started."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you processed his words. What was happening? The reality of the situation hit you like a wave, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat. You reached up, your hands shaking as you slowly began to pull your top over your head. Your mind was screaming at you, trying to make sense of what was about to happen, but all you could focus on was the burning pressure in your breasts.

Homelander watched you with a predatory intensity, his eyes following the movement of your hands as you removed your top. To him, the way you were so shyly undressing was strangely alluring. He could see the nervous tremble in your fingers, the flush of your cheeks, and it only fueled his curiosity.

When you finally managed to peel off your top and unclasp your bra, your breasts fell free. They were full and plump, their shape perfectly round and inviting. Homelander's eyes locked onto them, his expression a mixture of admiration and hunger. He said nothing, simply savoring the sight before him.

He kneeled down in front of you, his gaze never leaving your exposed chest. "Let's get this started," he said softly, his voice almost a purr as he reached for the breast pump.

Your hands were still raised slightly, as if you were trying to shield yourself from his gaze. Homelander gently took them away, his fingers brushing against your skin with an unexpected tenderness. "This is a natural thing," he said, his tone reassuring but tinged with a hint of amusement. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

You could only stare at him, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and uncertainty. As you watched, he carefully attached the breast pump to one of your breasts, his fingers deftly positioning it so that the suction would be effective.

The moment the pump started working, you felt a wave of relief as the pressure in your breast began to ease. You let out a quiet sigh, the sound barely audible over the gentle hum of the pump. But as you began to relax, you realized that the other breast was still throbbing with pain.

Homelander seemed to sense your discomfort. He looked up at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Your other breast must be hurting a lot, doesn't it? Look at how swollen it is."

You nodded, your voice trembling as you whispered, "Yes, it hurts very much."

Homelander's eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction. Without another word, he leaned forward and took your other breast into his mouth. The sensation was immediate and intense, a mixture of shock and unexpected pleasure that made you gasp.