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Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch. 12 Part 1/3

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fic

This is a GN reader fic and a supe! reader fic, male leaning but don't worry.

Author's note: This chapter was about 60 pages long in my google docs, so I had to divide this into parts to make it easier for digestion. previous chapters in my blog under #my fic tag or #Can We be lonely together? tag will try posting part 2 soon.

30/7 update-- part 2 has been posted already

R18+ blood mention, smut, bottom Homelander (Pick your own adventure there: Pegging if you're AFAB, Bareback if you're AMAB and Fisting if you're catholic), cheating, mild exhibitionism, Homie OOC with Ashley.

Chapter 12

Limerence

He should’ve taken a leave of absence for the day, your scent– his cologne for this evening, the moment Ashley had come by to pick Ryan and take him to school– you had jumped him.

Breakfast hadn’t satiated your appetite, your mouth wrapped on his salty shaft, head bobbing, your tongue needy watching him gasp, stilting sharp moans as Homelander was pinned firmly against the entrance, one hand cupping your head helping to kept your rhythm.

“Fuckkk…ahh– damn babe.”

His taste was delicious, far too much sea water had soaked him, his jockstrap pushed aside as his free hand moved to lower his pants further, you giggled at the sight of his own-branded underwear staring at you.

His mind absent from the room, his thoughts consumed by your hands pumping his cock, as your mouth sucked roughly at his sensitive tip, his leg instinctively lifting lightly whimpering as your mouth licked his taint, but you never put his knee on your shoulder to make way to his special place.

Never once touching him, he could feel his bussy puckering with anticipation but you avoided pleasing him, your nails scratching at his cheeks, your attention solely on the tip of his cock by the end of the short session, you swallowed not even keeping up the lecherous sight behind tight lip grins for him to admire.

He stroked his chin thinking of that quick peck on his cheek before you headed for work, citing that a Sister Sage’s case was time sensitive.

Now he sat in a room with The Seven discussing an the upcoming nationwide campaign for Vought-A-Burger new healthy menu choices– after much criticism for their restaurants infamously high-caloric menu, excess advertising towards children and lack of health-conscious menu options– the company caved in and decided to introduced some new options… including a Vegan burger.

Homelander was to be the face of that portobello monstrosity, something about capitalizing on this new hip dad image, the boardroom had been filled with concept art for billboards with each member of the Seven being given their own sponsored signature item.

The smell was nauseating, staring back at a sample burger sitting before him, he must’ve felt sick to have sunk his teeth on the burger, earning strange looks from A-Train and Deep as he gave it a couple chews.

Portobello cap, gluten free burger roll with black sesame seeds, vegan herb mayo, lettuce, tomato, red onions and vegan jack cheese... each ingredient puked in his tongue.

He scooted his chair, letting it whinge and squeak as he took Deep’s side, taking his hand and forcing it open, spitting the remnants of his food.

“No.”

“Sorry?” The head of the Restaurant division pet asked– Is something wrong with 'the Seven Greens'?”

“You are not serving this fucking garbage. The herb mayo is slurry goop and the terragon was a bigger mistake than your conception! The jack cheese is ashy! The bread has no flavor yet it's 3 spoonfuls of sugar somehow!! This is a fast food joint, casual or not!– These caps are going to be sitting on the ovens for hours!! Who the fuck wants to eat suggy shrooms!?” He threw the burger so fast its components failed to separate until they smacked the wall– the terragon on the herb fries, again what the fuck… the Maeve Shake is not under 120 calories is at least 300 so that’s a lawsuit in the making” he spat– just make it into a beetroom, blackcurrant and cherry smoothie– things that Maeve liked! Not just vegan strawberry “ice cream” with a raspberry swirl… not even a sorbet?” He looks at the rest of the menu– Is trash. Do it again.”

“Homelander sir this are to be launched in two months we have–

Ashley interrupted trying to calm the beast.

“No. Not going to sell this garbage… fix the fucking shake, make the chips steakhouse cut, take the terragon off the herb mix, the chicken burger should have shredded carrot, cabbage, beets and avocado not just avocado and lettuce to call itself healthy! Put brie on the grill chicken burger– the vegan swiss is stupid! And I dunno make a fucking indian inspired veggie patty something with fucking flavour to replace the soggy shit puck!!”

He catches himself feeling their distress, their stares jabbing at his sides. It took him a second to notice that after a lifetime of indifference for food, there he was caring. Homelander thought of you again, of all the places you’d dragged him and Ryan to try, of all the dishes you made and books on food you read by his side— he had picked up on how much you’ve cared about food, thinking of that only time you eat at Vought-A-Burger, it’d been a lazy after school dinner with Ryan’s friends, while the kids whose names he struggled to memorized ate happily, you struggled to swallow the Big Homie Jr. even the fries squeezed your face… and you ate from gray water hot dog carts and dingy restaurants... he wanted at least his burger to make you happy.

Your muffin quiches tasted a dozen times better, he stood up heading to the small trolley by the entrance, pretending to ignore their stares as he served himself a glass of scotch.

“Bring that garbage back in here and I’ll rip your tongue– you sure as fuck don’t use it.” his tongue barely tingles at the booze– Ashley… have this replaced with some malt blend… this is just… water.” The bottle was 200 dollars but it ended up in the rubbish bin regardless– He stood in front of the man spearheading the project– love the ads, cute. You did a great job there but I’ll keep this thing frozen until you bring me actual food.”

He stared at the concept posters, his worst smile.

The sleep deprivation getting to him but seeing his photoshop mug disgusted him.

The night still young, he found himself back in the tower you wouldn't be back for another forty minutes at the earliest, the entire tower had been ingrained in his feet, for each movement felt automatic, his hand already knocking on Firecracker’s door, she was eager to get back on his good sides– he was angry at you.

It was easy.

It felt good to not manhandle with care, this one’s body sturdier than your glass shell.

Both never made it to the bedroom, she straddle his hips right in the living room, his pants shimmied down his hips, not even given a change to take his gloves off, the redhead’s sounds obscenely pornographic, pulling her for a kiss wanting to feel her desire, John wanted to be fed. Her resistance, and desire to simply finish herself made for poor kisses, his head began to cool down giving himself a moment to scan her apartment, it had been Starlight’s in the past but repainted to fit this girl’s new image.

It was messy, it felt cluttered in a bad way, he scanned the kitchen to find her fridge… empty, just takeaway containers and craft beers.

“Do you cook?” He said without meaning to speak.

She slowed down with a confused look, this was rude to ask mid coitus.

“No, baby… I don’t have time…ahh… that’s what the cooks are for.”

He forced a chuckle trying to bring back the mood, pulling her closer.

She winced, pushing him instinctively as his teeth nibbled at her ribs, her hand covering the bruised and bleeding spot– he had just suckled like he had always had with you.

Call it clarity, if you like.

His brother drifted back.

“I. Hate. You.”

His reflection watched him from the TV screen.

She could never move him like the way you did, the way your hands pulled him into the center of your vortex, he tried holding this one gently but she was frightened swallowing and forcing herself to smile, as if the deep purple bruise at her side did not stung– accepting that the difference in strength was far greater than anticipated.

He pulled out. Not angry but upset, heading to the kitchen to take some water, a kitchen sink full of plates, the stench of rotting food on the drain reeked, and not a single glass that passed his standards. You always took care of this sanctum, the fridge had at least bottled water but as he stared at the fridge– so bare, such a cumbersome appliance if not used properly.

Looking at the eager lady peeking from the corner.

“You can’t hate me” he thought trying to sound confident– "you love me… you always have loved me.”

The shape of him looked away, wishing it wasn’t confined to chrome doors.

“How could I love you? you’re a selfish manchild! You take and take and never stop appreciating all the great things I do for you!!”

“I was the one who brought them to us!!” The bottle bursted in his fist.

“You are a disgrace. I hate you… I wish… I wish… I wish I could be apart from you.”

His eyes stung, his hands moving to take the nearest cloth to try to clean up his mess.

“You don’t mean it… Y/N is just a fling to us… they’ll hate us eventually… they’ll lie to us… they lied to us about Teddy! What else has the bitch lied about!”

“And they had to stumble about us on their own… has Y/N even said anything about it? Does Y/N pitied us? Not even a peep! We were forgiven” his voice broke– John… they gave us our mother back. For us. For you to have a family, even if it didn’t work out! You think she would?”

He stood up squeezing the damped cloth over the sink.

“You know the reason I texted you the other week… is that… I can’t take the primrose path now that I have a child. Is this serious to you? If you seek dalliances I’m not in the market… You’re cute and I thought I could come back and make sense of this.”

John could only stand and watch.

“We barely know each other…” her nervousness hid poorly– I… I’d like to meet your boy one day.” Her heart rate said otherwise.

You had jumped straight into the parental role without a fuss, smoothly accommodating everything for Ryan in your routine.

“Do you have a big family? Do you think of yourself as a family woman or a career woman?”

“I have a sister… is… is everything alright?” dodging the question, he scowled.

“I only have my son… I want somebody who wants to be in his life just as much as they want to be in mine.”

Her eyes pacing around the room, looking for the perfect answer and then Homelander gave the controls back to John.

He had evened the field, John counted the seconds. Too long… it wasn’t quick enough– before her protest could begin he had already left.

Homelander was ignored, his own brother had left him on read.

He let the whisky simmer in his tongue until its flavor was just a pleasant burn with a disagreeable aftertaste.

“Ashley… could you be so kind as to have somebody buy cat supplies and send them to my penthouse.” His tone shook her more than anything he had ever done in their years of working together, it was genuinely calm, his defeated expression out of place, he turned to her, handing her the glass quite tenderly– is a surprise for Ryan. Find me the biggest cat tree you can find. My lil' champ wants two. If you need assistance with dealing with my demands for this project, just take whomever you might need so we can meet the deadline.”

Ashley blushed as his hand petted her shoulder it wasn’t that rough overfamiliarity aiming to reduce her, it was fatherly– jumping as that solemn expression took a hold in his chiseled features, in the past she agreed with the general public on the fact Homelander was good looking, experience flushed all lustful thought out her system, but as he started parting she couldn’t help but think he looked… edible.

“We should aim to be the next Shakeshack not freaking Burger King!”

Metal doors slammed shut behind him, leaving the more senior members stunted.

“Kittens…? Ashley's mouth shaped the word looking at A-Train and Deep for confirmation– Was that real?”

Staring now down at the cup, she wondered if this was an unknown side effect.

Heading down to your floor. Your timing perpetually impecable– a couple folders on your arms, your sleeve coming undone, and your backpack hanging by your elbow, your hair stuck tightly behind your ear, as per instruction you made eye contact for a short second readying to provides formal courtesy-- as if he was living on borrowed time Homelander took you by the elbow, forcing you to follow him until he spotted an empty office, jamming a desk chair under the handle.

Before he could even mutter a word, you’ve already wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lips interlocking, glad he could hold his breath for a long time, but at the mercy of your tongue he gasped into your lips, his body palpitating against yours, feeling his crotch squeeze tight inside his cup.

Thinking solely of this morning’s unfulfillment.

“You wanna get me in trouble don’tcha?” You whisper giddily, stroking his chest trying to pin him further against the door, he puts up some resistance but he can’t say no to your incessant playful kisses– though we weren’t supposed to be public.”

“Just disciplining the maid…” a sharp sneer looked back at you– maybe I wanna give you my demands for tonight's dinner, instead of a caning on this tight little butt.”

Kissing your nose.

“But I am off-work hours… still got my part-time job… so are you disciplining me for my performance?”

“you’re one of my favorite employees.” he grinded at your body, pushing your hips against him– leave work early today… I promise I’ll have a surprise for you. Go pick up Ryan, let's give Ashley a break– you’re going to love it.”

He spoke with a mellow tone, behind his next kiss there’s that’s strange flavor still lingering in his tongue.

“I have an important appointment today but I can be home before five.”

You expected a grimace, that little shaky thing he did with his jaw or complete utter disbelief that you would say no to the Homelander of all people, but instead all you got was a slight ‘oh…’ and a shrug.

“As Long as you’re home early that’s okie dokie.”

Kissing your forehead, there’s something pensive in his sight but his mind was calm, he had already accepted your demands, a quake of anxiety shook you to your core as you found this path of least resistance, using your body to buy his permission slip was the plan but here he was giving you blessings as the merciful god he was. Your body flushed as you saw his present, he had no plan for the acquisitions but a cat was a cat, all he wanted was to see both your faces beaming expecting praises.

Who was this man?

John?

Homelander?

The anticipation buggered your stomach, your hands planted firmly on his chest. Perhaps it was the booze– a natural weakness? For he had avoided drinking his entire life for a reason until your argument– had this been a side-effect? Just some strong whisky and he was mellow and pliable. You kissed him more, afraid that this was an act, that he somehow had managed to bypass your powers and had been counting your final minutes.

He gave in easily, letting you lead this dance, wanton in his short moans, bodies who had caught a glimpse of the sight had begun clearing the space awaiting for the moment, something broke loudly, awaiting to inform the janitor, and the owner of this room had already been forcibly dragged away from their office, already lamenting unseen damages to his furnishing, this must’ve been a supervisor or manager office for he at least had a small entertainment area, nothing but a two-seater couch facing two stuffy chairs and the smallest coffee table he could fit snugly in the space.

Homelander letting himself be thrown against the couch, squeaking under him– watching him so complacent made you tingle, this was delectable, licking your lips impatiently as you pull the tight fabric around his hips made your whole body flush, this was a difficult but with just a tug on his own you saw the white thin fabric gently wrapping his girthy member, hovering above the seat he awkwardly removes his bottoms– this wouldn’t be a pump-and-go.

You wasted no time to take a still floating leg to plant nibbles, tongue tracing his sartorius, each muscle a scientific marble, each bite harder than the one before, teeth bitter at their inability to brand him, frantically doing their earnest to leave any proof you existed on him, his hand take your head, holding it as you build your way to his favorite bit.

“Fuck me.”

You raise your brows, surprise at the neediness in his voice, a sharp whine as he pulled you towards him, lines of drool connecting each other, allowing his hand to guide you where he wanted you, pressing your nose straight into his crotch basking in the gentle clean musk, dawning on you how quiet the voices became as you gave him all your attention, your tongue flicking the fabric, watching it stretch and stain around the head, lips sucking the sticky fabric clean much to his delight, his whole body twitching at your affections, his thumb stroking your earlobe, aching to pull you closer.

“Such a naughty boy… the whole floor will find out.”

“I like hearing you sing” he strained a laugh, pulling you with controlled force, your body plopping atop of his chest– I’ll behave.”

His tongue finds a home in your mouth, a nip at your lip and he flavors this risky kiss, voices getting closer to the door, their minds alerted but his made you flustered, his desire and request, wallowing in indecent desires… he meant it.

A lonely leg locks around your hips.

“So fuck me.”

His eyes traveled to your backpack, a frightening chuckle escaped his lips.

“Or are those not for me?”

“I was gonna bribe you, so you would let me out of the house past curfew.”

He was satisfied with your answer.

Coming undone as he starts, just a flurry of kisses and touches, a coffee table is kicked aside, unsure as to how you ended up with such perfect sight, taunting you– at least the sound of your slap on his ass wasn’t diminished by the kevlar skin. Your tongue placing long wet licks, traveling up and down his taint, sucking gently on his balls, earning muffled groans, your fingers milking him, squeezing his shaft as Homelander coats your palm with pre-cum, his hand reaching after yours, whining until your fingers interlock.

This was bribery, to wash away your suspicions– as if this wasn’t more suspicious.

Testing how far he was willing to go, testing himself.

His hole was wet, hot and needy, your finger had thoroughly opened it, stretching and squelching around your fingers, feeling the wet velvety walls pruning your fingers, each wet gurgle titillating, making you swallow the pools of drool drowning your mouth– forcing him open more and more, licking as your fingers retracted, making sure he felt loved, within him a hole eager to be filled, you could only dream of seeing him like this.

“Michelangelo couldn’t do you justice”

His ass was a whole bakery, round, perfect, more than two handfuls, bouncing perfectly as your hips smack together.

His gloved hands pulled at the pillowy bottom, framing his wet sopping hole, taking each nalga with difficulty.

“You’re sucking me so greedily.”

A breathtaking nervousness took over, the back of his neck a perfect shade of coral, tiny droplets of sweat down his temple as he muffled moans into his forearm, his body shuddering as you plunge deeper, assaulting his prostate just the way he craved.

Whether it was a strap on, cock or a fist it wouldn’t have matter, all he wanted was to feel full, his ass backing into you begging you to go faster, his hips moving on their own in between your gasps, Homelander was tight and wet, grunting and whimpering as you slapped, the bounce driving you insane.

“My perfect boy… fuckkk… you’re so fucking good… acting like a bitch in heat for me… ahh”

He bit his lip arching his back to catch a better look of your face, his cock bouncing up and down, looking at all the people around, looking at all this people who could catch him, who would drop dead if they saw him, his cock about to burst, his hand pumping furiously wanting to baptize this office room.

“Your fucking drooling, John. Who fucking taught you this? Have you been sharing this perfect ass? Or are you not a good boy?”

You whispered, your words purring in his ear drums

“No!!” Homelander heaved into your arm– I… I am a… ahh”

“I know you’re my good boy… my sweet sweet boy… this… this is all our hard work. Am I better than that toy?”

Homelander nodded, backing against your hips, wanting you deeper than anything had ever been, further than his fingers or his toy had ever reached.

Gulping and hishing unable to control the arousal in his prick, wanting to be filled more with praise and your heat.

“You.. You’re really bad at di-dirty talk.”

“Yeh.”

You both laughed lightly. Watching carefully as you could feel him tightening around you, the sounds drawn out more obscene filling all these walls with irresponsible luxuria, he was a greedy man in all manners.

Whining as pumped harshly, this american flag a hindrance– paining you to removed your hands off his hips, the warmth in the below your belly button increasing, your mind clearing as your orgasm edged closer, pulling on his flag to urge him to turn, you wanted to see his face twist and contort as you fucked the cum out of him.

Your hips sore, and your knees and feet losing footing, drool down his chin but he graciously turned around, maneuvering your body like the rag-doll you were until he was sitting atop of you, his ass rubbing what brought him so much pleasure seconds ago, hissing as he straddle himself and held you in place, gasping as the faceless mob got closer and closer to the door, all it would take was one curious idjit, and the whole world would know how perverted he was, nude fingers guided you back inside.

Your body engulfed in flame, your skin prickly with its heat.

“I love you.” you hissed– fuckkkk… I love you! you bastard! Only you!!”

“Just me?” He lifted your chin, his thumb brushing your lip– until the day you die?”

“Even in hell… ahh”

As his weight slapped your naked hips, you leaned with all your might pulling him into a kiss, finishing as your tongues interlocked, your mouths pools of spit, moaning desperately as your brain and body was hit by electric waves of pleasure, your mind going blank, shuddering against him, he moved so fast– not even enough time to note your hand wrapped around his cock beneath his palm, he pumped until hot white cum stained your dress shirt.

Looking at you with a sly grin and sleepy eyes, bouncing on your hips, groaning and moaning louder and louder thinking of dragging you so far into a scandal you could never be seen in public, he could sell it and gain a new audience– you not so much. He would own you, pumping his cock just to push every last drop, hissing as it burned good, his stomach boiling, swaying his hips in ways his toy could never get out of him, all the men that had grazed his bed, nothing but fantasies, none had touched him there until you arrived.

You felt safe.

No man could ever touch him nor woman could see him like this, back when Maeve could make him laugh he wouldn’t have minded, tho.

You pulled his hair, eyes falling for each other once more.

“Only think of me. Just me…” You gasped, your body trembling, planting short kisses all over his face– John…”

He wondered if his face had looked distracted, but he could only groan against your lips, your arms coiled around his shape, wishing to tear off his suit, he could smell your orgasm, smell your brain filling you with dopamine and adrenaline, feeling the short trusts as your hips twitched.

Always so thick, your fingers thoroughly coated with his prized seed– a waste, you thought.

He felt atop of you, John mind just a pool of pleasure, he finally understood why his brother enjoyed this fixation, he felt filled, an inescapable suffusion, letting you stay inside until his own body winced at the discomfort, with a wet hiss he let you go, kissing you with his hand tight around your neck.

He marked you, biting and licking at your neck and face, briefly considering to allow your skin to heal, old bruises decorated all of you, fingerprints all around your hips and scabbed half-moon bites on your shoulders– Now he knew Firecracker would never accept John or Homelander creative endeavors, sensing wounded muscle around a leathered grip, but you didn’t complain-- your pain tolerance admirable.

“If you aren’t home by five…”

“Promise me it’ll be my turn when I get home.”

“I’m going to breed you– the only bitch in heat here is you, pumpkin.”

“I better not even remember my own name afterwards….”

“You only need mine-- just me, my love.”

“I was foolish to think I needed it otherwise, mi sol.” you laughed at the corniness of it all.

Your guts had began to communicate in klingon, twisting and screaming louder than your anxiety as you approached the historical building, only one more other office space occupied the building, most of its life within the few businesses operating at its base, and a singular tax office on the third floor, something about the current war for the right to purchase the building had made it difficult to maintain business in the Flatiron– one small office had been turned into a makeshift apartment fitting for New York.

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