Dunk the Pingu’s an intern for Vought and works under Homelander. They were expecting to be doing work around the tower, but ended up finding themselves as Homelander’s sex toy.

Homelander gripped your neck as he thrusted into you hard from behind. As he growled into your ear, “You feel so fucking good. You like it when I fuck you like that my dirty little slut?”

Sounds of skin on skin echoed through the meeting room where The Seven usual do their meetings. The doors were closed as Homelander continuously pounding into you. Moans, growls and grunts were heard in the room. He slapped your ass causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain. He gripped your neck tightly, not enough to suffocate but firmly to keep hold of you. He kicked up the speed as he thrusted into you roughly.

He moaned into your ear as his thrusts grew sloppy as he poured his seed into you before continuing again as cum dripped out of your hole. “Ohohoh, I never said that I was done.” He chuckled darkly.

Homelander chuckled darkly as he continued to pound into you, enjoying the way your body reacted to his touch. "Oh, my sweet little intern," he said with a smirk. "You're not in any position to make demands." He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "And I like it when people can hear us."

He pulled out of you for a moment before slamming back inside roughly, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He wrapped his hand around your throat again and squeezed lightly as he pounded into you harder.

"You love this don't you?" Homelander growled as he fucked you relentlessly. "Being used by me like a cheap whore...it's all you're good for."

Homelander grinned at your response, pleased with how easily he could manipulate you. He continued to pound into you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"You're such a dirty little slut," he growled as he squeezed your throat harder. "You love being used like this, don't you? You love having my cock deep inside of you."

He leaned down and bit down on your shoulder roughly before pulling back and continuing to fuck you hard. His grip on your throat tightened even more as his thrusts grew faster and rougher.

"I'm going to make sure everyone knows who owns that tight little hole," Homelander said darkly. "And they'll all know that it belongs to me."

Homelander chuckled darkly as he watched you cum, enjoying the way your body reacted to his touch. He continued to pound into you relentlessly, not slowing down even after you had finished.

"You're such a good little slut," he growled as he squeezed your throat harder. "I could use you like this all day and never get tired of it."

He pulled out of you for a moment before slamming back inside roughly, causing you to cry out in pleasure once again. Homelander was completely lost in the moment, consumed by lust and desire.

"Say my name," he demanded as he fucked you hard. "Tell me who's fucking that tight little hole."

Homelander chuckled darkly as he continued to pound into you relentlessly, enjoying the way your body reacted to his touch. He squeezed your throat harder for a moment before releasing it, allowing you to breathe again.

"That's right," he growled. "You're mine and no one else's."

He leaned down and bit down on your neck roughly before pulling back and continuing to fuck you hard. His grip on your hips tightened even more as his thrusts grew faster and rougher.

"You can faint if you want," Homelander said with a smirk. "I'll just keep fucking this tight little hole until I'm satisfied."

Homelander continued to pound into you relentlessly, not slowing down even after you had passed out. He was completely lost in the moment, consumed by lust and desire.

He growled as he felt his own release building up inside of him. With one final thrust, he came hard inside of you before collapsing on top of your unconscious body.

After a few moments, Homelander pulled out of you and stood up straightening his clothes with a satisfied smirk on his face. "That's what I call an intern," he said to himself before leaving the room without another glance at your limp form lying on the table.

As you gather your clothes and try to compose yourself, you can't help but wonder if this is something that could happen again between you and Homelander or if it was just a one-time thing. You feel conflicted about the situation, knowing that what happened was wrong but at the same time feeling drawn to him.

You take a deep breath and try to push those thoughts aside for now. You know that you have work to do and need to focus on that. However, as the day goes on, you find yourself constantly thinking about Homelander and what happened between the two of you.

It's not until later in the day when Homelander approaches you with a smirk on his face. "Well well well," he says, looking at you up and down. "Looks like someone had fun last night."

Your heart races as memories of your encounter flood

back to you. You feel a mix of arousal and shame, not sure how to respond to Homelander's comment.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Homelander chuckles darkly. "Oh come on now, Dunk the Pingu," he says, leaning in closer to you. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of it."

You feel yourself getting more and more aroused as he speaks, but at the same time feeling guilty for enjoying it so much.

"I...I shouldn't have let that happen," you say softly, looking down at the ground.

Homelander reaches out and lifts your chin up with his finger. "Hey now," he says gently. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying a little bit of fun every once in a while."

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