Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

17 | Interlude

As the movie reached its climax, you found yourself drawn into the narrative, the tension on screen mirroring the tension between you and Homelander. With each passing moment, the connection between you grew stronger, the unspoken desire simmering just beneath the surface.

As the credits rolled and the movie came to an end, Homelander turned to you, his eyes filled with an almost predatory satisfaction. "I hope you enjoyed that," he said smoothly.

"It was amazing," you managed to reply, your voice soft but sincere, your cheeks still flushed from the lingering effects of the movie and the intimate thoughts it had stirred.

Homelander's eyes glinted with satisfaction at your response. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. What was your favorite part?" he asked, his tone smooth and conversational, though there was an undercurrent of something more predatory in his gaze.

You hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the question. "Um, I think my favorite part was the final showdown between The Seven and the villain. It was so intense and thrilling." You gave a shy smile, hoping your answer was satisfactory.

As you spoke, Homelander's keen eyes caught a faint but noticeable detail. There were two small, slightly damp spots on the fabric of your dress around your breasts. A subtle, almost imperceptible scent of milk reached his nostrils, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He glanced briefly at your breasts, the sight of the liquid stains fueling a dark satisfaction within him. He let the smirk linger for just a moment before turning his attention back to you, carefully concealing his delight.

You continued to speak, but as you did, felt a sudden, sharp pang in your breasts. You had used your breast pump just before you left, but clearly, you hadn't used it enough. The unexpected ache left you momentarily startled and a bit embarrassed.

Homelander's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting from casual amusement to subtle concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of genuine curiosity.

"Yes," you replied quickly, though your voice faltered as you hesitated. "I, um... I need to..." The sentence trailed off, your shyness and embarrassment getting the better of you.

Homelander leaned in slightly, his voice dripping with amusement. "Need to what?" he asked, the playful edge in his tone belying the smoldering intent behind his words. He already knew what you needed, but he was enjoying drawing it out.

Your face turned an even deeper shade of red, and you looked down at your lap, your fingers fidgeting nervously. "I need to pump, but I forgot it at home. Can you help me?" you asked shyly, your voice barely above a whisper. The words came out so softly that they were almost lost in the dimly lit theater.

Homelander's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and desire. "Of course, I'll help you, sweet thing," he purred, his voice low and sultry. He gently but confidently took hold of your waist, his touch both firm and tender, and effortlessly lifted you into his arms, positioning you to straddle him.

Your eyes widened at the suddenness of his movement, but you found yourself melting into his embrace. He held you with a surprising gentleness, his hands resting on your hips as he settled you atop him. The proximity made your heart race, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"I'll make you feel so much better," he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he spoke in a voice that was both reassuring and provocative. The way he said it stirred something deep inside you, a mix of excitement and vulnerability.

With a deep breath, you began to carefully pull down the stretchy top of your dress, revealing your full, aching breasts. The sight of them, soft and inviting, made Homelander's eyes darken with barely restrained lust. His gaze wandered over your exposed skin, lingering on the swell of your flesh.