The Only Man In The Sky Is Me

“Homel-”

“No, no,” he shook his head, his hands tightening around your waist. “Don’t say anything. Don’t worry. About anything. You could’ve died just now, you know that?”

you nodded many times, still breathless, your eyes darting around. you had a million questions but couldn’t verbalize them in the moment. wouldn’t either, because he told you not to. and your obedience stunned him slightly. he pulled you closer and only then did you start to calm down. he was so different up close: bluer eyes that almost looked kind.

he carefully lifted a hand and pet your hair. “There, there. I understand. It’s a lot to process. You’re lucky I was nearby. Let me help you. Let me take you home.”

it would become your biggest mistake, in hindsight, agreeing. giving him your address, letting him fly you home- bridal style at that.

he lowered onto the small fire escape outside your living room window and let you down. there wasn’t much space to stand and he knew you were still shaken up, so his hand remained at the small of your back.

but you didn’t pull away. you thanked him, earnestly, with that pretty, watery smile, and his heart clenched. you’re perfect. so feminine and gentle. finally, somebody worthy…

three days later, at your same fire escape, he returned. it was the dead of night and you were fast asleep, your cat purring into your chest. when she moved abruptly and bolted off the bed, you woke only then, and finally heard the sound of advancing footsteps.

you shot up in bed, the blankets pooling around you, and gasped at his silhouette at your bedroom doorway. you opened your mouth to scream, but he was in front of your bed in an instant, his gloved hand covering your lips.

“Don’t panic, please, don’t panic, my love, I can explain.” he pleaded, lifting his knee onto your bed. the dim glow of your nightlight only made him look more terrifying. his hand didn’t budge when you tried to pry it off, your heart pounding, your fingers shaking. “Would you just calm down? You’d think you’d be happier to see me after so long apart.”

when he finally removed his hand, your breath was shuddery. “w-what are you-? Homelander, why are you-?”

he shook his head again. the same way he did when he saved your life. “You don’t need to worry.” he slowly climbed onto your bed with you, kneeling before you, his knuckles by your side as he hovered above you. “You… should be honored.”

he watched your face twist with confusion. you were still processing, as expected. anyone would have their little self doubts when coming face to face with him. he nodded in understanding, as if he could read your thoughts.

without warning, he leaned in and kissed you. sloppy, desperate, inexperienced, his mouth covering yours with no particular finesse. his tongue delved into your mouth as he pushed forward, swallowing any sound of protest you would make. pressing you into the mattress, his hand came up to grab your jaw and hold you in place so your head wouldn’t turn away. he moaned into your mouth, slotting between your legs like he belonged there.

you couldn’t push him away. your hands on his shoulders shoved, but he didn’t budge. your sounds of protest were only muffled by his tongue. your knees bent in an attempt to push him off by his hips, but his other hand trailed down to pinch your thigh, which earned a gasp from you and your eyes began to water because of the pain.

he pulled away only to catch his breath, but dove right back in to press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and jaw. “Mm. Mommy.. I’m sorry I took so long. I’ve been busy. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you, so don’t worry. I just wanted it to be perfect.”

your insistent shoving quickly annoyed him. he growled and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of your head. “Stop fucking squirming,” he demanded, suddenly with less cloying tone. his eyes pierced yours, his irises nearly black with how dilated his pupils were.

the tears in your eyes had long since spilled, falling into the sheets. “what are you doing, please don’t-” your voice caught, your chest heaving as the reality of the situation slowly became more clear to you. he shook his head and his brows knitted desperately.

his voice was suddenly pleading again. “Mommy, please. Don’t make me hurt you.” he dropped his head, burying his face into your neck to nuzzle desperately. “I’ve waited long enough. Please. I did so much research for us. Watched so many videos. I know what to do now, just please, please, please let me. I was so good. Your good boy. I promise, I’d never lie to you, Mommy.”

your heart pounded in your ears, nearly deafening as your squirmed beneath him. nothing you did to fight back against him worked. nothing he was saying made sense. you were stuck and had absolutely no one to help you. the most you could do was call out. you swallowed, catching your breath before tilting your head, “help-!”

but his hand quickly clapped over your mouth again, his angry expression returning, his voice low. “Just shut the fuck up.” he gave your jaw a firm shake as if to knock some sense into you. “Hold still.”

you could only cry, so you did. it didn’t stop him from kissing and nipping at your neck, licking a stripe up to your jaw. he pushed his hips forward, grinding against your heat with a soft, desperate moan.

“Mommy.. I’m so happy we’re here. I’ve been thinkin’ nonstop about this- you.”

he removed his hand from your mouth and used it to remove his belt. his hands shook with excitement and anticipation. “I-I can’t help myself. You have to understand… You’re my mommy, you get it, you know how your boy gets…”

after tossing his belt aside, he pushed his leggings down, cupping his bulge with a gentle whine. he looked back up at you with a desperate smile. “I would love it if you rode me, but I can be a gentleman this time…” his voice was mawkish as he bit the fingertip of his glove and pulled it off, discarding that as well.

he looked back down and his breathing was labored, matching yours now as you watched in horror. you pushed at his shoulders again, your voice broken, “no, no, what are you doing, don’t do that—”

he picked his head up again and covered your mouth with his other hand. he didn’t have time for this bullshit back and forth between you. he flashed his lasers, his eyes glowing red in the darkness of your room. “Fucking shut up. Don’t make me hurt you.”

that did the trick. you whined against his hand, and he read that as desperation similar to his own. so he hurried and removed his briefs, his cock springing free.

he was leaking and so dreadfully hard. he didn’t waste any more time. he didn’t want to. he kneeled closer between your legs and pushed your nightgown up and out of the way, along with your panties.

now, he was at a loss for words. feeling your slick cunt against the tip of his cock made him choke on air. he’d gone over this moment in his head a hundred times. imagined you in so many different positions, like how the girls in the videos were. nothing amounted to this. the real thing.

he started slow- because he forced himself to savor the first moments- and pushed his tip inside.

but he could only hold on for so long. he let out a broken groan, exhaling against your chest. he watched, he needed to. he couldn’t miss his first time.

his hand gripped the base of his cock as he pushed his hips forward, guiding it further inside. his other hand moved from your mouth down to your little bicep and he squeezed, causing you pain. it was a reminder to not make a sound of protest. not anymore. you knew better. you could only cry silently, staring at the ceiling as he forced himself on you. the stretch of his cock was unwelcome, entirely unfortunate.

halfway in, he stopped, exhaling harsh as if he was restraining himself. he collapsed onto your chest, nuzzling his face between your tits. his voice was muffled and broken.

“Fuck- Mommy… please give me a minute, I’m sorry. It’s my first time… I don’t know what to do, I didn’t expect it to feel like this…” he nearly sounded like he was crying.

he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his hair. you didn’t dare move it.

after gathering the courage, he shifted, moaning. he lowered onto you, driving his hips forward until he bottomed out, until his skin was flush with yours. he groaned deeply, letting out a soft cry, his face contorted in desperate pleasure as his blonde hair tickled your forehead.

“Mm. Y-you feel so nice, Mommy.. I mean, I expected it. But not like this. Way better than my hand. I guess it makes sense, you’re…” he exhaled sharply after thrusting forward once carefully, testing. he swallowed hard. “You’re the only person I wanted for this. I had so much trouble finding someone good enough to be with for my first time. Y’know, finally l-lose my virginity—”

a sharp gasp of his cut him off, now pistoning his cock inside you in tight, bumpy back-and-forth movements. his eyes squeezed shut and he couldn’t help himself, he closed the small gap between your faces and captured your lips in a kiss. his tongue forced itself inside, fucking into your mouth in a mimicry of what he was doing to you below.

you didn’t move. you wanted to fight back. bite his tongue, pull his hair, shove your fingers in his eye sockets- anything. but you couldn’t. not only did he have you pinned with his weight, he would undoubtedly hurt you at the very least.

your bed shook with his jerky movements, the headboard tapping gently at the wall. his cock stretched you out as he filled you to the hilt, filling the room with his heavy, broken breathing- and lewd wet sounds from both your mouth and pussy.

he dared to pick up the pace, gaining a small amount of courage and momentum. he pulled away from your mouth with a gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips. his chest heaved against yours. he was just about to praise you again, tell you how romantic this is, how grateful he is, when he heard your sniffle. he frowned softly, fisting the bedsheets beside you, then he smiled softly.

“Does it hurt? I bet it hurts, I heard the big ones do.” he panted, blushing, blinking rapidly. then his smile faded.

his hips stuttered and he let out a soft moan. he was close. he let his head fall again, burying his face in your neck, his nostrils flared. “Oh- I’m so sorry, Mommy, you can punish me later…”

a groan left his lips, his breath fanning across your skin. he whimpered and drove his cock into you with sharp little thrusts, not lasting half a minute longer. he cried out, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, and the distinct sound of his eyes lighting up filled the room- a whining ring in your ears. he panted against your neck, whining softly. he didn’t want to stop, but was already feeling sensitive and tired. he rolled his hips against yours in small circles as more spurts of cum left him, pulling more desperate breaths from him.

he nuzzled your neck, slowing to a stop. his hands left the bedsheets and instead smoothed up and down your arms. he didn’t want to move. he kissed your neck once, then twice, then licked your skin.

“I love you,” he declared softly, his voice full of gentle conviction. “We’re gonna get married and I’m never gonna get off of you.”

he giggled faintly, nuzzling into you. “To think I almost lost you, Mommy.. I promise nothing like that will ever happen again.”

a/n: what a fantastic submission, everyone say thank u @lulaaaaaaw this was a little hard to write for me but i always always always want to be pushed with my writing, and always appreciate the opportunity to exercise my brain with ideas like this. also what can i say, i love virgin boys sue me. he’s a sweet boy at heart. i may come back and edit this a little later. i love u guys, yall r so motivating and it’s sad to see the series ending and homelander going with it but ill try to keep writing for him. alternatively, i hope vought rising surprises us with good plots and writing bc i love jackles and would like to write for an un-nerfed soldier boy. cheerz :p