Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

15 | Aftershocks

The evening was quiet, the only sound in your apartment the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant murmur of city life outside. You sat on your bed, your phone in hand, rereading the messages between you and Homelander from yesterday afternoon. Every word, every flirtatious remark made your heart flutter.

You sighed, placing your phone down for a moment. Your curiosity got the better of you, and soon you found yourself using your laptop on Google, looking at photos of Homelander. Each image of him in his iconic suit or that confident smirk made your pulse quicken. He was undeniably handsome, his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes captivating.

Your browsing led you to a live interview streaming online right now. Homelander's face filled the screen, his voice smooth and commanding as he answered questions. You settled back, watching him, completely unaware that the interview was taking place within five miles from your home.

As you listened to him speak, your thoughts drifted back to your encounter two nights ago. The way his hands had moved over your body, the way his lips had claimed yours with such intensity. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered the sensation of his touch, the heat of his breath against your skin.

You felt a growing warmth in your core, a deep, insistent ache that you couldn't ignore. His voice, so confident and seductive, only fueled the fire within you. Without realizing it, your hand moved to your breast, mimicking the way he had massaged it. You closed your eyes, imagining it was his hand, not yours.

Your breath quickened as you gently squeezed and kneaded, your nipples hardening under your touch. The pleasure was immediate, but it wasn't enough. You needed more. Slowly, you let your hand drift down to your core, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of shyness and nerves. But the memory of Homelander's touch, the way he had made you feel, pushed you forward. Your fingers found your folds, slick and ready. You began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, just as he had done.

A soft moan escaped your lips. You had no idea that your voice, sweet and inviting, carried through the airwaves to where Homelander was. In the middle of his sentence, he paused briefly, his sharp ears catching the faint sound of your pleasure. A devious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Is she touching herself, thinking of me? he wondered, his mind momentarily drifting from the interview. The thought thrilled him. He resumed speaking, but his mind was on you, imagining the sight of you pleasuring yourself, your moans a sweet symphony just for him.

Back in your apartment, you were lost in the sensations, your fingers moving faster, the pressure building. You imagined Homelander's praises, his voice guiding you, telling you how good you were, how much he wanted you. The thought pushed you closer to the edge.

Your breathing grew ragged, each inhale and exhale becoming more labored as the intensity of the sensations built within you. Your body trembled, every muscle tightening and quivering in anticipation. You could almost feel his presence, the phantom touch of his hands gliding over your skin, his lips grazing your sensitive flesh. The pleasure was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, raw and all-consuming.

It felt as if his fingers were tracing every curve of your body, exploring places you had never dared to touch yourself. His imagined touch was both gentle and demanding, igniting a fire deep within you. Your mind conjured the sensation of his breath hot against your neck, cupping the side of your face in his hand as his lips whisper sinful promises into your ear, and your body responded with a fervent need.

Your core tightened, the heat pooling there becoming unbearable. The pressure built higher and higher, each moment stretching into eternity. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to drown you. You gasped, your back arching off the bed, every nerve ending alight with desire.