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hi val! i just had a thought about the homelander and i absolutely need to share it with you because im going to explode
dont you think homelander is the type of guy to just put the tip in?? he wants to make you work for it. he likes seeing the way the tip is spearing you open.
he loves seeing the way you whimper when he enters and he just grins devilishly. he loves the way squirm beneath him and with the way hes holding you down, youre not moving much. he wants to hear you beg for it!!! he wants to see you all needy and he wants to know that only he can satisfy your needs.
and if youre on top, he'll just hold you up as just the tip of his cock is inside you and you cant sink down further? he sees you tear up in frustration and he coos at you in such a mocking way.
'need my cock that badly? is that it?' -🦋
cw: nsfw, teasing, doing it raw <3, dumbification… yeah, homelander is his own warning
You don’t know how long he’s been toying with you. All you know is he’s being mean about it. Snarky and condescending with the way he teases you.
“I dunno, I just don’t think you can take it.” Homelander trails, holding your wrists to the mattress while he pretends to contemplate it.
“I can, promise I can.”
The tip of his cock opens you up, he doesn’t go any farther. Homelander adores how you cry, loves it. When you’re desperate and pliant, begging him. You can’t do much but hump your hips up into him, whining when he laughs in your face.
“Aww, you’re so fucking desperate I almost feel bad.” He smiles at the way you frown, he hears your sniffles and the way you wiggle your hips. You’re so wet it coats the inside of your thighs and soaks down to his sheets, he hasn’t even done anything yet.
Homelander let’s the underside of his length smear across your folds, the leaking cherry-red tip catching your clit. He’s not letting you squirm away. Your thighs twitch in his palms and you can feel the way the veins running along the length of his cock pulse.
“Please, John-“ you say his name so breathily, so prettily - practically sobbing. He can’t help but groan, head rolling as he listens to you bleat like a sheep. You’re just so gorgeous, with wet lashes looking up at him with teary eyes that shine under the glow of his bedroom lamps, laid across the silk bedsheets. Sweaty and damp with your own slick.
You open your legs up more, hooking your calves around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. Trying to get him to push in. He doesn’t go any farther, just letting the fat tip part your folds, dipping in an inch and then pulling out. He grins at the way you go crazy for absolutely nothing. Mouth parting as he runs the head along your slit and pulls out to rut against you.
“Come on, you can do better than that. Really beg for it.” He’s mocking, clear-blue eyes almost black with how much his pupils have dilated. Just an icy ring of fire that looks down at you from above. His smirk is killer, absolutely lethal. He’s daring you to try and get it yourself, without his help.
“I mean you say you need it that bad. But I don’t believe you.” He’s fake-pouting, bottom lip pushed out as he frowns at you. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
You scrape your hands along his mattress, pleading with him.
“I do, need you really bad. Need your cock, John please. Please-“
You’re falling apart at your seams, you’re embarrassed to admit how much you need him. How much you want him. He’s all sun-blood charisma, lean and poignant. Looming over you like dark sandstorm clouds. You’re turned inside out by the ache, the hunger.
When Homelander catches the crack in your voice, the way it lumps from your drooling mouth - he knows you’ve had enough. You beg like something broken and it makes him think you’re the most perfect thing on this planet.
“Okay, okay.” He laughs, reaching a bare hand down to swipe your glossy bottom lip, something tender-like. Sparing a glance at the sticky mess that coats his cock, he hasn’t even fucked you yet.
“Christ, you’re a fucking mess.”
He’s in awe with how soaked you are, flattered by it really. Homelander slides his arms down the curve of your waist, stopping to squeeze your tits. Coming down to hook your legs up and over his shoulders, sliding the nook of his elbows around your knees.
“You sure you can take it? I mean, you always bitch about how it’s too much.” He turns his head to kiss at your ankle, nipping the skin. His canines dig into your flesh, just a bit too sharp. He’s still rutting the length of his cock against your cunt, ignoring the tremor in your legs and the way you try to squeeze your thighs to get more pressure on it. You flounder, near insanity with his small affections.
“Yes, can take it. I will, I’ll take it all for you.” You promise, swearing up and down that you won’t complain.
Homelander smiles, flashing you those pearly-whites with pure cunning tact. He’s got you right where he needs you; hook, line, and sinker. He doesn’t even warn you, or give you time to process the change before he’s pulling his hips back and spearing you open. Letting himself bottom-out in one quick pump.
“Oh, look at you.”
Eyes half-mooned as he watches your lips part into that pretty O shape, tummy clenching as your eyes rolling back. He presses deep, hips flushed against the back of your thighs. You feel so good, so tight and wet and fuck- he needs to do this more often. Making you wait gets you needy, and you get impossibly tighter, fucking gripping him like a vice.
You tremble, shaking slightly as he leans forward, the pull of your muscles burn as he plants his hands on the sides of your head. The stretch is so good, aches and makes you pant with how much he makes room in your cunt. You place your palms on his hips, nails futilely trying to dig into his skin.
“Don’t tell me you’re giving out already, we haven’t even started.”
He tsks, loving how you get misty eyed against him. You’re pulsing around him, walls trying to fucking suck him in for all he’s worth. You shake your head, all too worried he’ll pull out and toy with you for the rest of the night - he’s done it before. But you’re getting a little dumb with how good it feels, feeling your walls shape around his cock.
He’s smiling, big and wide. Homelander gives you kiss to your jaw before he’s drawing his hips back and snapping forward. He mocks the face you make, practically giggling at the way you hold onto his biceps and just moan.
“Man, you’re really, fuck you’re tight, desperate tonight.” He huffs over your mouth, swallowing each mewl and whine that spills from you. Kissing you till your mouth is swollen and drooly, licking stripes up your neck. Nipping at the skin.
Each time he pushes back in, lewd squelches from your pussy fill the air. You coat him, making his cock shiny with your slick and his pre. He doesn’t waver or slow, rapidly bringing you up and up and up. Hitting so far, so deep in your cunt. That soft gooey patch that you can never reach by yourself, that he knows about and angles his hips more to get you to truly yelp.
“John, I’m gonna, gonna-“ you can’t even speak with how cemented your tongue, damp with sweat and sticky down to the sheets. The wetness makes it easier for him to slide in, to pound down and have you seeing stars.
“Go ahead, m’not stopping you.” He breathes against your ear, lifting his head so he can witness how you cum. Legs practically boneless over his shoulders, your cunt clamps around him like something vicious. You dig your nails into his skin as best you can, tummy clenching as you spasm and gush. Homelander groans, hips stuttering and fists clenching into the mattress.
“Fuck, fuck- holy fuck.” You can feel how he presses as deep as he can, letting himself empty inside you. It somehow gets impossibly wetter when he cums, sticky white coating the length of him when he pulls out. Finally letting your legs drop as he lowers his head to watch the way you drip with him.
You’re aching, pelvis sore and you’re swollen. You’re so sensitive that when he brushes his fingers along the length of you, you jolt. Knocking your knees together and wiggling up the bed to keep him from weaseling his way into your overworked pussy.
“Christ, you’re good.” He breathes out a hearty laugh. Smacking the outside of your thigh, adoring how you’re just quivering like live-wire. Your heart is starting to slow, the room smells of sex and sweat. You can hardly feel below your legs, eyelids drooping from how tired you are.
You’re more pliant after he’s made you cum, sweeter. Especially, when you’re so exhausted you don’t care that he nuzzles up next to you afterwards. Hooking himself over you, legs tangled and arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. Giving small wet kisses to your shoulder as you drift to sleep.
Robin doesn’t understand what’s so special about Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.
If she’s being honest with herself, which she’s trying to do more these days - she really doesn’t get what you see in him. No offense to the guy. He’s brash, and loud, kinda sweaty, and greasy-looking, and to be fair she didn’t think you were the type to dig metalheads.
Robin sighs, leaning against the hood of the car and looks at her watch. You were supposed to be done with your little hellfire thingy almost 20 minutes ago. But Robin doesn’t mind waiting for you. Or at least she think she doesn’t, until she sees who you stroll out with.
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