One shots

Rebound-Homelander (A little NSFW)

Monday. 3 a.m. Homelander's crappy apartment. Three days after the divorce.

"ShE WAs ThE One!!" I hear Homelander's incoherent sobs coming from his apartment. I groan, I really didn't want to go inside. But as his personal assistant it was my job. I open the door and gag due to the potent smell of milk.

"Christ." I then walk deeper into the apartment and see the numerous empty cartons of milk scattered everywhere.

"Homelander?" I then turn and see him curled on the floor, cradling a jug of milk.

"Oh boy." I groaned and walked closer to him, it appeared that he hadn't shaved, showered, or even moved from this spot in a while.

"She was the one." He cries hard. It was a disturbing thing to watch.

"Sweetheart, this is...concerning." I then kneel down next to him and pull him close to me. He immediately clings to me.

"Homelander, I know you're upset but-" I was cut off by the feeling of his hips gyrating, well more like humping, against my leg.

"Touch me. Please." Homelander begged, he was touch starved.

"Homelander....John are you sure?" I looked into his eyes and saw that he was about to cry, he wanted to feel good that much.

"If you insist." I lean down and kiss his forehead, my hand slides down his front and stops when I feel the brim of his pants. My hand fiddles with the zipper for a moment and then pulls his pants down slightly. His enormous cock throbbing underneath his boxer briefs.

"Oh baby." I bite my lip and whimper slightly, the mere thought of his cock made my knees week. I start to palm his groin and then smile when I hear him gasp.

"John, do you like that?" I start to palm harder, he starts to thrust his hips up into my hand.

"Yes!" He gasps, his face flushing pink while he starts to feel himself near his orgasm.

"Are you close sweetheart?" I watched his facial expressions, the way he reacted it was as if he had never been touched before.

"Y-Yes!" He practically screamed. It was clear it had been a long time since he was touched like this. I kneed my hand harder into his groin, I then leaned down and kissed his cheek. Only wanting him to truly feel good. I then started to knead faster, I could feel the small amount of pre-cum dampen his boxer briefs. His cock pulsing and twitching while I continued to please him.

"Sweetheart, should I let you cum?" I lean down and kiss his cheek, while still palming his encased cock.

"Yes" Homelander was practically begging. I then stop and lay down on my back next to him. A groan escaped his lips, turned onto his side and stared at me longingly.

"Do you want me to please you more?" I ask in a smug and condescending tone. I rhythmically palm him and slowly increase the speed, forcing a few low grunts to escape from him.

"Y-yes" John whimpered, and his eyes started to water. The pleasure felt so good.

"Alright, but you're gonna have to help me later~" I kiss his cheek one more time before he finally releases. And all his cum splattered onto the inside of his boxer briefs, some of it making my hand sticky. John gasped and his face was consumed by euphoria. I chuckle and kiss his cheek again before wrapping my arms around him and holding him close.

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