Sounds About Right

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sometimes i just wanna squeeze him till he pops. he has no right, no. right. too look so pathetically adorable. omfg i hate love him

i mean look at him ^ fucking wet kitten

I would kill someone to see Homelander get pegged. I’ve got such a thing for seeing confident, cocky men get put in their places by a dominant woman. She’d make him wear lingerie, pink and lacy to humiliate him, but when she sees it’s turning him on more than embarrassing him, that’s where the fun starts. And what if he slips up and calls her mommy? She’d so easily see through him and any dignity he’s clinging to, and shower him in praises and adoration just so he’s kneeling for her and taking her cock like a good boy.

“Mommy’s so proud of you, pretty boy.”

18+ x reader. bottom!lander, sub!lander, mommy kink. ;)

It's taken months to reach this level of vulnerability with him. Months of building trust and intimacy, assuring him that his pleasure is all you seek. You've worked him up slow, moving from slipping a finger into him while you suck his cock all the way up to a toy inside him while he fucks you. The first time he orgasmed with your finger crooked inside him, he came so hard he didn't breathe for a full minute. Today is different. Today you're going to fuck him.

You're sitting between his legs, gently rubbing up and down his bare thighs. He's on his back, watching you with trepidation in his eyes, lips shiny from where he's been licking them. You smile at him. "They feel good, don't they?" You coo softly, moving one hand lower, between his legs to cup his cock through the silky pink panties he's wearing. Your panties. They're still soaked from the way he licked you through them until you came just moments ago.

Homelander sucks in a sharp breath, giving a hesitant little nod. He's flushed red from his chest to his cheeks, where you can see the way he's biting the inside of his cheek, clinging to some misplaced sense of dignity and reluctance. Despite that, his cock is throbbing against your palm.

You hum, rubbing his aching cock through the slick fabric until he finally lets go of his cheek and gifts you with a sweet, keening little moan. "That's it. That's my sweet boy," you purr, pushing your hand down further. You use your middle finger to rub his hole through the fabric, feeling him clench when his gaze drops to the strap between your legs. You hush him, bringing his attention back up to your face. "Relax, sweetheart. I'm going to take such good care of you."

His eyes darken at that, lips parted. His throat bobs on a dry swallow. He nods again, and you feel him relax against your finger. He's already prepared for you, slick and worked loose from the way you fingered him while riding his mouth. Hooking your thumb on the crotch of the panties to pull them aside, you grip the shaft of your silicone cock, holding it steady as you guide it to his hole. "Deep breaths, sweetheart," you remind him, looking up to meet his stare. His breaths are coming in quick and shallow, but he makes an effort to slow them at your words. "Good boy. Always so good for me, aren't you? I love you so much," you coo, keeping the praise in a continuous stream to offset that first press of the fat head of your cock against his rim. Homelander inhales sharply, fists twisting in the bedding. You move your hands to his hips to hold him steady as you slowly sink into him, watching his face as he takes it. He makes an overly sensitized noise somewhere between pleasure and uncertainty, arching away from you slightly, adjusting to more than he's ever taken. You continue to hush him, encouraging him, "Almost there, darling. Look at you. You're doing amazing." Reaching between you, you slip the panties down just off his cock, letting the swollen length of it come free, and wrap your hand around it. That gets his attention fast, startling a pitchy moan out of him. You stroke him while you rock in and out, bringing yourself a little deeper each time. By the time you bottom out, Homelander's hips are rolling against yours, thrusting up needily into your hand. When you let go of his cock, Homelander makes a distressed, confused noise, looking at you like you've wounded him, brows furrowed. "Wh-wh-what're you- why did you stop?" He asks breathlessly. He looks so fucking sweet like this, flushed and desperate. You hush him. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to make you feel amazing," you murmur, moving your hands to the bed on either side of him, adjusting yourself between his legs until you're nicely slotted into missionary above him. You lean in to kiss him, savoring the sounds he makes against your lips when your cock nudges in even deeper. "You're taking me so good." Slowly, you start to fuck him, rocking your hips into his. He moves his hands to your hips, gripping hard, but you tut at him. "Ah, ah, hands down," you tell him, voice still as soothing as ever. "It's my turn. You need something to do with your hands, baby?" He nods fervently, staring up at you with wide, glassy eyes. "Okay, right here, then, both hands," you say, taking hold of his right wrist to bring it up to your chest, cupping your breast. "You know how I like it." Now this he's very familiar with. Eagerly, Homelander settles both hands on your breasts, massaging them with his palms, thumbing over your nipples. You moan sweetly for him, which excites him nearly as much as spoken praise. "Just like that, mmm. Good boy. You want a taste?" "Yes," he answers readily, voice rough. You keep your pace steady. "Yes, what?" You prompt, giving him a sharp, deep trust. "Yes, please," he gasps, unconsciously spreading his legs wider. You reward him by fucking him faster, watching him steadily unravel. The ribbed silicone on the back of the strap-on rubs perfectly against your clit, your pleasure climbing alongside his. "More," you demand. "I want you to beg to suck my tits." Homelander's expression twists, fighting desperately to keep his strength under control while you pound into him, testing his willpower in every sense of the word. "Please. Please, let me suck your tits, please, mommy, please—" His eyes widen, an obvious rush of adrenaline, arousal and shame lighting up in his eyes, but you don't let him drown in it. It's new, but it doesn't phase you. In fact, you like it.

"Okay. You can suck mommy's tits," you tell him, feeling your stomach flip at the shocked, hungry way he looks at you as the words fall from your lips. You don't get the chance to encourage him any further, he leans in to suck you greedily into his mouth, laving his tongue over your nipple.

Fuck, his mouth feels good. You can feel the pressure of your own release creeping up your spine. You move one hand into his hair, cradling him to your chest while you fuck him faster, faster, faster. He's moaning loud, though it's muffled around your breast. You can feel the wet head of his cock rubbing against your stomach, smearing precome on your skin. You're not going to last much longer, and neither is he. "Oh, fuck, just like that. My perfect boy. Make a mess for me, baby. Come for mommy." You don't even need to touch his cock. He makes a strangled noise, unable to stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down against him as he muffles his cry of release into your chest. His desperation tips you over the edge with him, your bodies locking up against one another in the wake of wave after wave of pleasure. At some point, you sink the rest of your weight down on him. He gingerly rolls you both onto your sides, nuzzling into your chest as he comes down slowly from his high. You stroke his hair, kissing the top of his head again and again, your own mind addled and hazy with pleasure.

That was... incredible," you whisper, nails dragging along his scalp. "You were so wonderful for me."

Tentatively, he looks up at you. He looks beautiful, delirious with his release. You smile, pushing the hair out of his forehead.

"Mommy's so proud of you, pretty boy."

He offers a small, sheepish smile back, almost giddy, and nuzzles back between your breasts.

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