Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

19 | Visions

Homelander guided you into his palatial bathroom. His hand, still warm on your lower back, ushered you forward with a gentle firmness. The room was dominated by a large, central standup shower made of seamless glass, the epitome of luxury and openness.

"Take your time and enjoy the shower," Homelander said, his voice smooth as he motioned towards the sleek, glass shower. He leaned back on a cushioned seat nearby, his gaze never leaving you, sending a wave of anticipation and nerves tingling through you.

"Are you going to sit there and watch?" you asked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips as you met his gaze.

"Yes," he replied simply, his blue eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your skin prickle with heat.

Flustered yet emboldened by the electric atmosphere of the evening, you decided to embrace the moment. With a deliberate slowness, you began to undress, each movement calculated to reveal just a little more skin, catching Homelander's unwavering attention. Your fingers trailed along your body, mimicking the paths his had taken earlier in the theater, reigniting the memory of his touch.

As he watched you undress, Homelander's thoughts raced with admiration and desire. The way your hands moved, the subtle shyness mixed with newfound boldness, was intoxicating. Each article of clothing you removed heightened his anticipation. His gaze followed every curve, every inch of exposed skin, appreciating the sensual show you were putting on for him. When you finally walked toward the shower, the sight of your bare, glistening body moving with such grace and allure made his breath catch. The confidence you exuded, even in your shyness, was mesmerizing, and it took all his restraint not to join you in the shower right then and there.

As the water cascaded down over you, you could feel his eyes following every drop, tracing the curves of your body. The shower's transparent walls left nothing to the imagination, and you found yourself putting on a show, your shyness dissolving under the hot spray and his heated gaze.

"Do you always watch like this?" you teased, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

"Only when the view is worth watching," Homelander responded, his voice low and filled with a smoky desire that made your pulse race faster.

The steam from the shower filled the air, mingling with the tension between you as the conversation flowed effortlessly, each word laced with an undercurrent of desire.

"So, tell me," you ventured, as you traced a droplet of water down your arm, watching his reaction, "what excites you the most when you're with someone?"

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes never leaving your form as he replied smoothly, "It's the control, for sure. But what really gets me is the moment someone lets go—when they fully dive into how much they love being under my control." His words hung heavy in the humid air, sending a shiver down your spine.

"And what if they want to explore more... further?" you ventured, challenging him with your gaze, emboldened by the anonymity provided by the cascading water.

His smile was slow, predatory. "Then I make sure it's an experience they never forget. I guide them to places of pleasure they've never imagined," he answered, his voice a velvet growl that resonated with the promise of something more.

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise not just from the steam but also from his words. "Sounds like you're quite the expert," you teased, trying to keep your tone light despite the growing heat pooling within you.

"I am," he affirmed confidently, his tone laced with a hint of pride. "And I take great pleasure in demonstrating my expertise." He paused, his eyes drilling into yours. "Interested in a personal demonstration?"