Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

39

Nina didn't want to date anyone from work, let alone the Homelander himself. His relationship with Stormfront was public, so it's not like he hadn't dated coworkers before. The Seven were never particularly close to Nina, besides saying hello. Starlight was the only one who talked to her every once in a while. So far, their interactions had not changed, which meant that they knew about the relationship and didn't care at all. And John... was so sweet. He was a bit stubborn, he had a short temper, but Nina knew how to handle it. She was like that, in a way too. They usually slept together, holding each other's bodies. After they started sharing the same bed, Homelander felt comfortable sleeping in. He always woke up really early, and sometimes he was woken up by nightmares, but it had stopped for a while. Holding her almost every night made him feel at ease. It was difficult to get out of bed when her smell was all over it.

His hearing was a blessing and a curse. He managed to tune out most of the irritating sounds of the night, but every time she left his embrace he would wake up, no matter how tired he was. If she needed to pee, or do something else, he would wake up and wait for her to come back to bed. In one particular day, she woke up way too early. His first instinct was not to let her go, but she stroked his arm gently, and reminded what day that was.

"Sweetie," she whispered. "The White House visit is today. I've got to go."

He grunted. His eyes were still closed, and he was sleepy, still processing what Nina had said.

"John...", she said, softly. "I have a plane to catch, dear."

"No... no you don't," he mumbled, "I can fly you there."

"You can't really," Nina said.

"I can...", he sounded like he was drunk, which made her chuckle. "I cannot let you go alone."

"John..."

There was so much he could do. He never took cars anywhere, but it seemed a bit unprofessional and pretentious to fly from New York City to Washington D.C. with his assistant in his arms. She would also probably freeze on the way there. He sometimes forgot that Nina was only human, and he wanted to do things that could probably injure her, or worse. He was very understanding of all of that, but sometimes it seemed like it crushed his fun when she reminded him that they were different in that aspect. He was still protective, maybe as a consequence of the shapeshifter attacks. There were other ways to handle it, but Homelander liked to protect Nina himself.

She broke the embrace gently, placing his arm on his side. He was leaning over her and comically fell face down on the pillow after she got up. He was so funny sometimes. She understood his reluctance, she was also tired, but she needed to go before the meeting to see if everything was ready and to make sure things would run smoothly. She went on to take a shower, a dreadful hot shower. It was cold, but she was determined to make everything work. She tried to be as silent as possible so John could get a bit more sleep. She had purchased a ticket and and booked a hotel some days prior, and she had packed clothes for two days at best. She just needed to be there, and she would get ready at the hotel. She threw on a hoodie and jeans and a pair of worn sneakers. She turned around to leave with her travel bag, and she expected to see him asleep, because he hadn't made a single peep. But he wasn't.

He was in bed, looking at her getting ready. When they locked eyes, he smiled.

They were used to sleep wearing nothing most of the time, but Nina never got over how gorgeous he looked without his suit on. That tingling feeling she had every time she saw him naked. It was overwhelming in the most pleasant way. Messy golden hair, beautiful blue eyes and his dick out, like an unbothered god. His eyelids were heavy, and she didn't know if it was sleepy or aroused, but it didn't matter. The look he was giving her could kill the strongest women. Nina put her bag on the floor and approached the bed, sitting by his side. She caressed his face and kissed him. The son of a bitch was so dreamy. He smelled so good. She couldn't leave like that. She slid her hand down to his flaccid cock, which made him gasp.

It would be hard in no time.

She felt him grow harder inside her mouth, and it was the best part of all. Blowjobs were his weakness, they always made his moans more whiny and desperate. She swallowed his cock whole, choking on it. His leg twitched when the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She had a small mouth for his huge cock, but she always took it like a champ. She held his thighs open and he gently pushed her head against his crotch, up and down. The choking made him sigh, and he started fucking her mouth intensely, which made her stop to gasp for air. She took two deep breaths and went back to it. She stroked his shaft and sucked on the tip of his dick like a lollipop. She knew how to drive him insane. It wouldn't take long for him to cum, and she knew it.

But then, Nina stopped completely.

Homelander looked a bit confused, his eyes looked for answers. She smiled at his desperation and kept going. His legs started to twitch again, he was being careful not to crush her with his thighs. She took his balls one by one on her mouth, while stroking his shaft. He bit his lip slightly, it was too much. He wanted to keep going, but he knew he wouldn't last long. She swallowed his shaft once again, she rubbed the tip of his dick against the inside of her cheek, and she nibbled him, which made him smile. Then, she sucked him hard and fast, which made him shiver. He was almost there, it was so close. He started to moan again, breathy, whiny moans. She knew when he was about to cum, which made everything sweeter.

It caused her to stop again.

"Fuck!", he exclaimed. "Why the fuck do you keep stopping?"

She giggled. She licked her lips and went back to rub his shaft. His head sank into the pillow, wishing that she wouldn't stop again. She sucked his tip repeatedly, taking it out of her mouth with a loud popping sound. It was excruciating, extremely diabolical. But it felt so good. After she stopped again, he lost his mind.

"Nina!"

The angry look on his face was hilarious. He was starting to sweat, which he usually didn't. She never edged him before that, and he for sure didn't have any patience to endure such pleasurable torture. His hands didn't know what to do. They went from her head, to the mattress, to his own stomach. It was not like he could just make her do it, could he? She took his cock again, now determined to make him orgasm. He had suffered enough. His face now looked vulnerable, and the momentary anger he had just disappeared into thin air.

"Oh, God...", he moaned. "Oh, fuck, fuck..."

She kept going, relentlessly. He liked it rough and she went rougher.

"God, I'm gonna cum, I'm... fuck..."

He came, his cock throbbing as he did, gushing cum over her chin, and her cheek. He moaned desperately and deliciously, like he had achieved pure bliss with an orgasm. It was heavenly. If it was as good as it sounded, then it was pure paradise indeed. He moved his cock up and down as cum dripped from it and took a few deep breaths. The look on his eyes was so needy. He took his hands to his face and sunk even more into the pillow.

"You're... you're a terrible person... you know that, right?", he asked, breathless, his voiced muffed by his large hands.

Nina was out of breath too, and she nodded, before answering. "Yeah."

Author's note: Ninalander fanclub meeting at my house, 11pm.