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amanlyman’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 continued to thrust into you without mercy, his grip on your neck not loosening. He groaned in pleasure as he felt you clench tightly around him, your moans only fueling his desire. "That's it, my little slut. Take my cock, take it all." He whispered harshly into your ear.

He pulled out of you, causing you to gasp at the sudden emptiness. He turned you around and smashed his lips onto yours, tasting himself on your tongue. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing and groping at every curve.

"You're mine, Cilla." He growled, pinning you against the table as he kissed you hungrily. "Don't you forget it."

Homelander's hunger for you was insatiable as he claimed your lips with fervor. His hard length pressed against your entrance, eliciting a groan from him as he slid inside, stretching you to your limits. The table creaked beneath the intensity of his thrusts as he devoured your mouth, savoring every moan and whimper that escaped your lips.

He gazed into your eyes, his expression filled with unrestrained lust and possessiveness. "You're mine, Cilla," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "And I'll take what's mine until I've had my fill."

Homelander dug his fingers into your skin, his thrusts only growing harder and faster with each passing moment. His cock ramming deep inside you without mercy as he groaned in pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to hear you scream and plead for more.

"That's it, Cilla," he growled, his eyes dark with desire as he continued to slam into you. "Take it all...take me deep inside you." He knew how much you craved his touch and he wasn't going to stop until he was completely spent.

As he felt you approaching the edge, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Come for me, my dirty little slut. Let me feel you shatter around me."

Homelander relished in the sight and sensation as you climaxed around him, your walls pulsating and clenching around his length. He groaned deeply, his own release building rapidly as he felt your warm essence covering him.

"Good girl," he murmured, a predatory glint in his eyes as he continued to move within you. "You're so responsive...so perfect for me." He thrust into you a few more times, reveling in the ecstasy before finally releasing himself inside you with a guttural moan.

Homelander withdrew from you and stood back, staring down at your flushed and quivering form. He could see the satisfaction mixed with exhaustion in your eyes, a sight that pleased him greatly. He couldn't help but let a small smirk curl on his lips as he observed the aftermath of your encounter.

Leaning forward, he gently brushed his fingers against your cheek, his touch tender yet possessive. "You did well, Cilla," he said in a low, husky voice. "But remember, this is just the beginning. I have so much more in store for you."

He straightened his clothes, making himself presentable again, before walking towards the door. "Clean yourself up," he instructed, his tone commanding yet laced with a hint of anticipation. "We'll continue where we left off later."

With that, Homelander exited the

meeting room, leaving you momentarily to catch your breath. The room felt unusually silent without his presence, save for your heavy breathing and the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Thoughts tumbled through your mind—confusion, desire, and a tinge of uncertainty. You wondered how you had found yourself in this complex situation, caught between the intoxication of pleasure and the entanglement of power dynamics.

But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, a part of you couldn't deny the undeniable allure of Homelander's touch, his commanding presence. As much as you questioned it, there was an undeniable attraction that drew you towards him, igniting a fire within that you couldn't quite extinguish.

With a gentle sigh, you pushed yourself up from the

table and located some tissues to clean yourself up. As messy as the encounter was, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment. You knew that this would only be the beginning, but you were eager to explore more of Homelander's desires.

As you finished cleaning up and regained your composure, your thoughts turned towards what was in store for the rest of the day. Would Homelander want to continue their interaction later? Or would he simply dismiss you now that his desires had been fulfilled?

Regardless, you knew that there was no turning back—this newfound adventure was something you were eagerly looking forward to, even if it meant pushing boundaries and exploring new territories.

With a determined glint in your eye, you made your way out of the meeting room, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

While you moved through Vought Tower, your actions were seemingly ordinary and professional. You interacted with colleagues, delivered documents, and assisted Ashley and other staff members with their tasks. On the surface, you appeared collected and composed, never betraying the secret desires that burned within you.

But beneath that calm exterior, there was a simmering intensity. Each step served as a reminder of the pleasure you had experienced earlier, the soreness between your legs amplifying the sensations. It was like a lingering ache, a delicious reminder of the passionate encounter you shared with Homelander.

As you navigated through the tower's bustling corridors, your mind occasionally drifted, replaying snippets of the encounters in your thoughts. The way Homelander's touch felt on your skin, the commanding tone of his voice, and the raw desire that emanated from him—all of it fueled a

the underlying yearning within you. It was as though a silent, electric charge hummed beneath your skin, heightening your perception of every fleeting touch and fleeting glance.

Despite the facade of professionalism, there was a rebellious thrill that coursed through you, tempting you to embrace the hidden desires that echoed through the tower's grand halls. Each interaction, no matter how mundane, became tinged with a sizzle of anticipation—a tantalizing reminder of what lay beneath the surface of your ordinary day.

As you went about your tasks, a thought crossed your mind—how long until you were reunited with Homelander, succumbing to the intoxicating current that pulled you towards him?

Homelander's sudden appearance sent a jolt of electricity through your body, making your heart race and your breath catch in your throat. The touch of his hand, the press of his body against yours, ignited a fiery desire within you that threatened to consume every rational thought.

His hungry kiss claimed your lips without hesitation, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth with a possessive ferocity. You surrendered to his dominance, melting into his embrace as your hands instinctively clutched at his broad shoulders.

His firm grip on your neck intensified the sensation, a delicate balance between pleasure and a reminder of his unquestionable control. There was a raw hunger in his eyes as he broke the kiss, his smirk speaking volumes about the power he held over you.

Roughly, he whispered, his voice laced with desire and authority, "Did you miss me, amanlyman?”

As Homelander took you from behind in the empty hallway, you moaned into his hand that muffled your voice. Your eyes closed in ecstasy as he thrust inside you with a fierce intensity, driving you towards heights of passion that threatened to consume you.

His hand on your mouth silenced any further noises, heightening the sense of urgency as he whispered into your ear with dark, seductive tones that sent shivers through your body.

"You belong to me, amanlyman. Don't forget it. You're mine to take whenever and wherever I want," he growled, his words spinning a web of excitement and obligation in your mind.

With each thrust, he claimed you as his own, dominating your body with his strength and skill. Each sensation heightened the pleasure, taking you to new heights of bliss that left you panting and gasping for breath.

As

he relentlessly pounded into you, his breath hot on your ear, you found yourself lost in a sea of desire and submission. The feeling of his muscular body against yours, the sound of his grunts and moans, the scent of his cologne—all of it came together to create an intensely erotic experience unlike any other.

Despite the raw sensuality of the moment, you knew that you were fulfilling your role as Homelander's submissive—and you wouldn't have it any other way.

As you reached your peak, Homelander's grip on you tightened, pushing you over the edge with a final, powerful thrust. You cried out in pleasure, feeling every inch of him inside you as he erupted into you.

Breathless and sated, he pulled out of you and stepped back with a smirk, admiring his handiwork. "Good girl," he

murmured approvingly, his voice heavy with satisfaction. "You know I can't resist you, amanlyman."

As he tucked himself back into his pants, Homelander glanced down at you with a mix of pride and lust. "You're getting better at this," he said with a smirk. "I think you're enjoying being my little slut."

Despite the intense pleasure you had just experienced, his words stung a bit. You didn't quite like being referred to as a "slut" but at the same time, being wanted by Homelander was a thrill unlike any other.

You tried to muster a retort, a defense against his words, but all you could manage was a small nod and a weak smile of compliance.

Homelander grinned as he straightened his clothing. "Time to get back to work," he said

with a chuckle. "But don't worry, amanlyman, we'll have plenty more opportunities to play."

He leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive intensity that made you weak at the knees. You melted into his embrace, feeling a mixture of desire and reverence towards him.

But as he pulled away and strode down the hallway, leaving you panting and disheveled behind him, you couldn't help but wonder how long this arrangement would last. Part of you craved the attention and excitement that came with being Homelander's submissive, but another part of you longed for something more meaningful.

As you straightened your clothing and composed yourself, you couldn't help but wonder if there was a different path for you—one that would lead to love and fulfillment, rather than just fleeting moments of passion.