# HOMELANDER X TRANS MALE READER !
tags: sublander!!!, lactation and lactation kink, soft dom reader, sub top homelander, john gets called petnames bc he deserves it!!!, creampie, breeding, slow and tender sex, john whimpering..., talk about pregnancy but no actual pregnancy appears in the fic
autor's note: i never write dom reader so i made this a soft dom reader bc yeah...anyways hope you guys like this!! also this is set on s1 btw
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟 ❤︎ ﾟ｡ ❀ ｡ﾟ ❤︎𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟
The penthouse was dim, only the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the massive windows. John paced restlessly in front of the glass, his cape discarded on the floor, suit jacket unbuttoned. He looked every bit the untouchable god the world worshipped, but you knew better.
You always had.
You sat on the wide couch, watching him with soft, patient eyes. Ever since he’d chosen you —a quiet supe with 'calming' abilities who had been assigned to “support” him— he had latched onto you like a lifeline. You gave him the one thing no one else could: unconditional warmth.
“John.” You called gently after seeing him pace anxiously for minutes. “Come here, sweetheart.”
He stopped pacing. His shoulders slumped, and that terrifyingly perfect face crumpled into something vulnerable and boyish. He crossed the room in a blur and dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing his face into your lap like a child seeking comfort.
“I’m so tired.” He whispered, unusually vulnerable, voice cracking. “Everyone wants something from me. They fear me. They worship me. But they don’t— they don’t love me. Not really.”
You threaded your fingers through his golden hair, cooing softly. “I know, baby. I know. But I’m here.”
The pet name made him shudder. He nuzzled harder into your thighs, hands gripping your hips with barely-restrained strength, he could break you, if he wanted.
And of course his gaze redirects to your chest.
You had started lactating two weeks ago— a side effect of the experimental hormones Vought had given you during your last power evaluation. When John first discovered it, something in him had broken open. He became obsessed. Needy. Pathetic in a way only you were allowed to see.
“May I…?” He asked, voice small and trembling, looking up at you with those wide, glassy blue eyes.
You smiled tenderly and lifted your shirt. “Come here, sweet boy.”
Homelander surged up, climbing into your lap like he belonged there. He latched onto your left nipple with a desperate, broken moan. The moment warm milk flowed into his mouth, his entire body relaxed. He suckled greedily, eyes fluttering shut, making soft, needy whimpers with every swallow.
“That’s it.” You murmured, stroking his hair. “Drink, just— ah, take what you need. You’re doing so well.” You couldn't help but moan, your chest was so sensitive after all, specially with John nursing on your nipples like that.
He whimpered around your nipple, hips grinding subtly against your thigh. Even like this, his cock was rock hard in his suit pants. You could feel it twitching against you.
After several long minutes, he pulled off with a wet pop, milk dribbling down his chin. His eyes were hazy, desperate.
“I need more.” He whined. “Please… I need to be inside you. I need to feel close. Don’t say no. Please don’t say no.”
You hushed him gently, cupping his tear-streaked face. “Shh, sweet boy. I’m not going anywhere. Come on, let’s get you out of that suit.”
He let you undress him with trembling hands, unusually docile. When he was naked, cock heavy and leaking against his stomach, he looked almost shy— a far cry from the arrogant god he showed the world.
You took your pants and boxers off, revealing your dripping cunt, John whined at the sight, then you laid back on the couch and opened your arms. “Come here, John. Let me take care of you.”
He crawled over you, whining softly as he settled between your legs. He rubbed his cock against your slick folds, teasing himself.
“I’m so hard it hurts.” He whimpered. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About your milk. About your pussy. About being your good boy.”
You cooed, running your hands down his back. “I know, baby. You’ve been so strong for everyone else. Now let it all out, I got you.”
He pushed inside you in one long, desperate thrust. The stretch made you gasp, but you kept your voice gentle, stroking his hair as he buried his face in your neck.
“Fuck— so warm.” He moaned, voice breaking. “You feel so good. Am I— Am I making you feel good too?”
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” You praised, kissing his temple. “Such a big, strong boy f'me. Filling me up so perfectly.”
That praise made him sob. He started thrusting— deep, needy rolls of his hips, chasing the comfort of you. Every few thrusts he’d latch onto your nipple again, drinking greedily while fucking you.
You held him close, almost maternal and soothing even as he pounded into you. “That’s— fuck, that's my good boy, drink as much as you want.”
He whimpered loudly around your nipple, hips stuttering. Milk dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he suckled harder, fucking you with increasing desperation.
“I love you.” He gasped, switching to your other nipple. “I love you so much. Don’t ever leave me. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be perfect, just don’t— don't leave.”
“Shh, baby.” You hushed, cradling his head. “I’m not going anywhere, I'm never gonna leave you.”
The combination of your soft praise and the taste of your milk pushed him over the edge. He came with a loud, broken cry, burying himself deep and flooding your cunt with thick, hot cum. His whole body shook as he kept nursing through his orgasm.
Even after he finished, he didn’t pull out. He kept grinding slowly, cock still twitching inside you, drinking lazily from your chest.
“You’re leaking so much tonight.” He mumbled happily, voice thick. “Does your body know I need it?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” You cooed, wiping milk and tears from his chin. “My body knows exactly what my boy needs.”
He whimpered again and started thrusting once more — slower this time, almost lazy, savoring the wet, creamy sounds of his cum mixing inside you.
The night stretched on like that.
He fucked you in several positions, but he always returned to nursing. On your back, with your legs over his shoulders, on your side, spooned against his chest. Even sitting up with you in his lap, bouncing you on his cock while latched tightly to your chest.
Every time he got close, he’d beg so pathetically.
“Tell me I’m your good boy. Please, tell— tell me I’m strong.”
“You’re my perfect boy.” You’d whisper, stroking his hair. “So strong, so brave, so good. Filling me up so well.”
And every time, he’d cum with broken sobs, pumping more and more of his seed into you until it was leaking out around his cock with every thrust.
By the third round, your belly almost felt full and swollen from the sheer amount of cum. John rubbed it reverently with one hand while nursing, eyes glassy with exhausted bliss.
“I wish I could keep you like this forever.” He whispered. “Round with my baby and leaking milk for me every day. Just mine.”
You hushed him gently. “You’re safe here, John.” You murmured instead. “I got you. Always.”
𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟 ❤︎ ﾟ｡ ❀ ｡ﾟ ❤︎𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟
Hours later, when the sun began to rise, John was still inside you.
He had you cradled against his chest, arms locked possessively around your body. His cock had softened but he refused to pull out, occasionally giving lazy little thrusts to keep his cum plugged deep.
Your chest was sore, nipples puffy and red from hours of nursing, but you kept stroking his hair, cooing softly whenever he made a small, distressed sound in his sleep.
Even in rest, his face looked boyish and vulnerable. The terrifying Homelander— the man who could laser entire buildings— was reduced to a needy mess in your arms.
You kissed his forehead tenderly.
“My sweet boy.” You whispered. “I love you very much, John.”
John stirred, nuzzling closer with a contented whine, instinctively latching onto your nipple again even in his half-asleep state.
And you let him.
Because this was the only way he knew how to feel loved.
And you were the only one who could give it to him.
