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You have been a Vought employee for nearly a year now. It is an executive job, so your agenda is always packed with meetings, paperwork… Still, somehow, one of The Seven has become particularly fond of you, The Homelander himself. You don't really understand how, since you aren't exactly a remarkable person. You are ordinary, just a woman surviving midlife crisis with a messy schedule and lots of work. Not for him though, who seems to find comfort in your simple behaviour. The truth is that you have always been a kind woman who gets along well with children, and even if you hated all of the stupid gender roles about this topic, you embraced this motherly nature, which has led you to the strangest of outcomes...
Right now, Homelander is kneeling in front of you, resting his head in your soft hands as you cup his cheeks and kiss his tears away. Despite his narcissistic exterior, Homelander is actually a very insecure man, always in search of someone to validate him. Sometimes, this contradiction scares you, he could snap at any moment. One wrong move and you are out, just like the people that have dared to betray him in the past. Luckily, it seems you've gained his trust, and you can't deny enjoying having this kind of power over the leader of The Seven. "Why does everyone betray me?" he cries, "First Black Noir, now A-Train... why?". "Sometimes it just means you’re not like them, John" you say, making him look up at you when you mention his real name. Those blue eyes of his get you briefly hypnotized before you manage to speak again: "They weren’t worth your time anyway, were they?"
After seeing the reply doesn't feel convincing enough, you decide to give it another shot "You don’t have to let this get to you. People look at you and see something they’ll never be". You pause, brushing your thumb under his eye "You’ve handled worse than this". "I still don't understand why? I always do my best, why is it never enough?" he mutters. You tilt your head slightly, your fingers still gently holding his face. "Do they betray you…" you murmur, "Or do they just fail to keep up with you?" His expression tightens. "You trusted them. They made their choice". The Supe seems to get into a trance for a moment until you finally get a reply: "You’re right…" he whispers, almost to himself. "I’m The Homelander" he hesitates, "I can do whatever I want, who cares about others". "That's right" you whisper.
In spite of his newfound confidence, he refuses to let go of you and doesn't cease to look at you with his puppy eyes. He is seeking affection and nuzzles your hand, aching for touch. It doesn't stop there, because he also gives your palm a small bite, nothing rough, just enough to feel his teeth and tongue against your skin. "Mommy…" he says, quietly, like it slips out before he can stop it. You get that he is needy and put one of your hands to good use by caressing his soft hair. Shiny and blonde, perfectly styled to enhance his appearance. It is perfect, even if you can spot the dark roots from above. Bleached blonde, which somehow seems fitting for him. He is putty in your hands, practically purring at your touch. "Look at you" you say softly, "All that noise, and you still come back here".
When you pull your hand away, his breath shifts, uneasy. "No" he says quickly, "Don’t". You study him for a moment, then tilt his face up. "There you are" you say "That’s better". He swallows, searching your expression like he’s trying to anchor himself in it. You drag your finger across his chest until you reach his tilted chin. "Aren't you the best? So well behaved for me...". He whines softly the moment you trace the outline of his lips with your fingers. "I’m your good boy" he says with little confidence, sounding more like something he needs to be true. “And you are” you reply, your voice laced with warmth.
Your next movement is to insert your fingers into his mouth, sending a jolt straight to his cock. Homelander quickly envelops your fingers, sucking on them like a man possessed. He bobs his head so sensually it even makes you wish you had a cock. You have pegged him before, but sometimes wonder about how his insides would feel. Would they be tight or... You are pulled from your thoughts by a groan, almost impatient. Seems like someone isn't getting as much attention as he wants. "I'm sorry" you apologize, "You are just doing it so well that I got lost in the sensation". He receives a forehead kiss in compensation and moans at the touch.
His eyes brighten the moment you start to unbutton your shirt, making your chest visible. The fact that you aren't using a bra turns him on even more and his hand starts to roam from your legs up to your breasts with clumsy desperation. Once he starts fondling your chest, you fist your hands in his hair and guide him up, not stopping until he is buried in it. Homelander now hums agaist your skin as he sucks on one of your breasts and kneads the soft flesh of the other. His free hand is also being put to good use, caressing your curves, feeling the warmth of your body, which makes him feel closer to you, more conected. You take this chance to let your hand roam through his body as well, tracing the molded abs of his suit first and then gently rubbing his bulge. John’s body stiffens for a heartbeat before his movements grow more erratic.
He is practically devouring your chest now. "No, John" you command as you grip his blonde locks to hold him still. The fact that he could physically overpower you makes you nervous for a moment, but you manage to calm yourself after seeing he is obeying your every whim. Homelander looks up at you, like a kid who doesn't understand what he did wrong. "I didn't mean to..." he mutters. "It's okay, I'm not mad. You're just so hungry, aren't you?" you reply in a honeyed voice that makes him melt. "But remember, be gentle". Right now, the usual fire in his eyes has been replaced by a desperate need for approval, so you keep up with your reasurence. "Don't worry, you'll always be my sweet, special boy" you soothe, stroking his hair. "Let me take care of you".
You pat your thigh and without a second of hesitation, the most powerful man in the world obeys, shifting his weight to crawl onto you. He looks absurdly large against your frame, but that vulnerable expression remains on his face. As he settles his weight onto your leg, he tucks his head under your chin, seeking the crook of your neck like a frightened child. "You're so tense, John. Go ahead, press against me" you coo, pulling him closer until he's grinding slowly against your thigh. You kiss his head as he continues his movements, providing him with a warm embrace and some head rubs. He cries out your name, feeling desperate but not daring to move anything other than his hips. You notice this behaviour and decide to act on it, depriving Homelander of what he wants doesn't usually end well. "You are such a well behaved boy" you whisper sweetly, guiding his head back down to your breast. "Try again, but be gentle this time. For me?".
He resumes his previous task with an unusual gentleness for him, gurgling and drooling like a baby. Feeling his needy member straining against your thigh, you begin to praise him while caressing his clothed cock "Could you be more perfect? So brave and strong...". He doesn't beg, but the way his hips jerk forward is all you need to know to keep tending to his bulge. He doesn't last long, he never does, and his thrusts soon become more desperate. He whines with pure neediness before cumming in his underwear, clinging to you desperately while seeking comfort. Now is your time to cradle him, as always, whispering sweet nothings just like he likes. John looks up at you for a moment with those icy blue eyes filled with vulnerability. It seems he wants to ask you something, but ends up babbling something instead. Either way, you already know what he was going to say. "I am very proud of you, John. I'll stay". You catch a glimpse of relief on his face before he shifts position to snuggle up to you. He doesn't even bother to clean himself up, he simply falls asleep in your arms.
Of all the possible situations in your job at Vought could have led to, this was the last thing you would have imagined. It seems you're now Homelander's new babysitter, only in a rather peculiar way, so to speak. Either way, you're too deep in to back out now. Not that you want to, anyway.