Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You

chapter 128

⚠️ 18+ ⚠️

This may be upsetting to some readers. Please acknowledge that the following chapter contains highly sexual and perverted text.

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED⚠️

I walked back to our shared apartment and waited for Homelander to return. When he did, his gloves were bloody, and his hair was messed up.
"Are you alright?" I asked as he walked past me toward the bathroom.

"I want you to tell me when someone bothers you y/n." He said and went to take his gloves off.

I stopped him, putting my hand on his, letting the robe that covered me fall to the ground. "You didn't kill him, did you?" I asked.

"No. But I might, if you want me to." He said and looked me up and down, taking in my nude form.
"What's this about?" He breathed out, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.

"Since you went through all that trouble just for me. I figured I owe you an apology and also proof of my gratitude."

"Lucky me." Homelander said and licked his teeth. He put his blood smeared glove to my cheek and chuckled. "Looks like we're both in need of a shower." He cooed.

We entered the shower together, hot water raining down on us.
"I promise never to use my powers on you again." I breathed as he sucked on my neck. "Can you forgive me, John?"
He bit down as I said his name and let out a moan. "Please." I huffed. John lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. "I believe you." He said, then he propped me up against the showers stone wall. "And I forgive you." He added and pushed his lips against mine while he lifted my leg higher. He pushed inside me, and I let out a deep moan.
"Tell me you want me." He groaned.
"Tell me you need me." His tone growing more breathless.

"I want you."
.
.
" I need you."
.
.
"Oh, John."
He pounded into me, harder and faster with every thrust.

"Fuck me." I managed to mutter and John breathed against my neck. He stopped and pulled out. Without a word, he turned me around and pushed me against the cold wall. John grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. "Beg." He demanded.
"Please fuck me, John." I moaned. "I need you. Homelander." As the name rolled off my tongue, he thrust into me. Grabbing at my chest with his remaining hand as he pushed deeper.

John came just as I reached my climax.

After taking a proper shower, we retreated to the bedroom.
"I can't lie." John said as we lay next to each other. "I'm impressed."

"By what?"

"You. You did what I couldn't for the past... I can't even remember how many years." He sighed. "You just did it. And with style. No one would ever think that you were the one."

"You flatter me." I joked but knew he was right. It was a great plan with even better execution.

"You might be even more powerful than me." He said.

"Does that scare you?" I asked quietly.

"To be honest... sort of. I've always been better than everyone. A god with nothing close to an equal. Until you." He said and turned his head to look at me.
Then his expression hardened. "Why was your first instinct, Deep?" He asked serious.

"You mean, why did I say I'd crash at his place? Multiple reasons. He's my first friend I made here. Also, I know how much it pisses you off when I so much as mentions him." I smiled mischievously and put my hand onto his. "I won't ever get that picture out off my head." I cringed, opening my mouth to add something but closing it,
realizing I didn't actually want an answer.

"I'll get some sleep. It was really hard getting into Stans Head. For a normie, he had some crazy willpower." I sighed.

"Good night, my little songbird." John said and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Good night, my darling dearest." I replied and snuggled into his arms.