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Homelander's hand grasped around yours alone is enough to make you feel dizzy. You'd fantasized about something like this happening; being saved from danger by him. Being in his arms as he'd flown you to safety with the sun warming your skin and shining on his. He's angelic in your eyes. But they were just day dreams until now. You were ecstatic, trembling with excitement, and even now, as you are teeming with nerves, you just can't believe you are face to face with him.
Homelander's able to feel the heat of your skin through red leather. The million dollar smile he has on never wavers. If anything, he turns on the charm to an even higher degree. He feeds off your tangible emotions like a battery. When he lands where the cameras and crowd are, he works for the camera with you in tow before he stops to look down at you and leans towards you. Sharp canines and smugness rolling off him in waves as you look up at him with stars in your eyes. You almost forget to breathe when his face gets close to yours, his breath hot in your ear when he whispers something kind. The gloved hand around yours playfully squeezing.
"I'm glad you're okay. Do you need a ride home?"
It's such a kind offer. He's truly a pillar of good faith to take the time of taking you home himself when he could be doing some other more important civic duty. He's such a good guy to offer.
The crowd around you is loud, a mixture of voices asking him for autographs or pictures to show their friends, but he doesn't take his eyes off you for a second. He could hear you perfectly fine without getting close, but you're just so magnetizing. Just horribly cute.
The adoration of the crowd is a smattering of the mundane praise he hears all the time. He just has a feeling from how you look at him with sheer unadulterated adoration, as if he himself is the greatest piety of your lifetime, that you're so, so thankful. He's already getting hard from it.
Homelander is surprised when you turn down the offer, but he's even more surprised when you speak under your breath to humbly request of him to take you somewhere you can be alone, away from prying eyes because it's just so loud and busy here. You want him to understand how great you think he is.
....
You gargle a wet choke as Homelander quite literally has your head plastered between his pelvis and the concrete wall he's skull fucking you against. Unbeknownst to you, gloved hands holding your head threaten to crush your skull each time he stabs the back of your throat. It'd be so easy to slip up and make your head a gory mess of blood, gooey flesh, and shattered fragments of bone. But he's careful, having no desire to slip up and ruin such a wonderful opportunity with one of his cute adoring fans. The toe curling sensation of your tongue desperately trying to push back against his thick, pulsating shaft only makes him grind harder into your face.
A muffled whimper vibrates along the swollen cock that drags heavy on your tongue. Homelander tips his head back with a shaky moan, trying to keep most of his noises quiet in the empty alley near a busy street. He humps your face, burying his cock down your esophagus, the scent of leather and sandalwood invading your nose as he grinds into you.
A pleasurable shiver runs up his spine at another wet choke, and the way you force your twitching hot tongue to become pliant underneath his cock makes his balls tighten. When your cheeks hollow, the roof of your mouth and the graze of your teeth makes him groan in the most debauched fashion. When he pulls his hips back, your throat getting less than a moment to recuperate, and barely enough time for more oxygen to tend to your dizzy brain, his hips come barreling back down, and you gag wetly, repeatedly. Homelander moans whorishly at that, before feeling your trembling hands at his thighs, your sweaty and hot palms trying to push him off in a pathetic attempt to prevent the feeling of wanting to puke.
Homelander digs his heels into it, teeth gritted, and brows furrowed as he forces your head back into the hard wall, humping your mouth in a desperate manner until he fucking bursts down your graciously offered throat. He feels the familiar heat pooling behind his lids. Surely you could hold out for him. You offered. He's your savior, and he's more than worked hard enough to have such a willing throat to use, and to be thanked after the deed is done.
Homelander can hear how fast your heart races, can more than feel how the drool and pre that pours down your chin wets his bare thighs and makes his tightening balls sticky with saliva, webbing to your poor chin each time he pulls back just a tiny bit. If he were to open his eyes and look down at how wet your groin is at your own expense and see how horribly wet you are between your trembling thighs, he'd finish right then and there.
But he doesn't last for much longer regardless, each lovely and sinful wet gag that vibrates around his cock and enters his ears takes him over the edge. The pressure on your head increases for an alarming moment as he plasters your head roughly against the wall. The neat, soft patch of dark hair that sits right above his cock hardly cushions your nose as he puts his weight on your abused, messy face. But it's all worth it to hear that deep appreciative groan that tears from in his chest.
Homelander let's out the sweetest warble of moans you've ever heard as he spills himself on the back of your tongue, and if your eyes weren't screwed shut from the stab of his cock in your sore throat and the warm sensation of his come flooding your mouth until you start to swallow it down, you'd see the way his face twists in pleasure, the way he throws his head back at the feeling of you desperately swallowing and drinking up his opaque, creamy glory.
"Fffuuucck, t-that was..." He trails off with another little grunt when he pulls back, points of your harmless teeth grazing his soaked, tender flesh. Homelander grabs his sensitive shaft, and cups your fragile jaw to tilt up your face. He's smirking down at you, licking his lips at how glossy and swollen your lips are, how sticky and wet the spittle is that coats the chin he's holding, and how the skin of your neck shimmers in the sunlight from the runoff of drool.
You're a complete and utter mess. And it's all for him. A beautiful sight.
When you crack your eyes open, lashes sticky with tears, Homelander drops his still erect, hot cock right between your eyes. The mushroom head smearing cum and saliva on your forehead as it sits on the bridge of your nose. You can feel the seam of his hot sac right under your bottom lip, on your curve of your damp chin.
"Ooh, that was great." His husks out, expectant and hungry for you to prove how much more you appreciate and cherish The Homelander. "But it'd be even better if you sucked my balls too. C'mon, show me." He says above a whisper. He fucking growls when he feels the kitten lick of your tongue. "Fuck. So good for me. Now just hurry up suck."