Trigger Warnings: consensual/noncon dubious consent fic, power imbalance, lots of talk of breasts and lactation, lactating kink, masturbation, sexual assault mentions, murder, stalking etc.

Pairings: homelander x reader

Summary: Vought industries hire you to give special services to thier vip asset and in return they will take you out of your terrible loving conditions. When you take on the job, you quickly realise, your nightmares have returned, and you are getting more than you agreed to.

Chapter 1

You're huffing loudly with the effort to keep yourself from crying out tears of frustration. Wading determinedly through the subway traffic, you grit your teeth trying to ignore the intense throbbing in your breasts. The buttons of your 'work' blouse strain to hold your breasts together denying them freedom they yearn.

When the tall Vought headquarters buildings gets closer in view with each step you increase your pace. You were in this stupid predicament because of them. When an obscure offer for work had mysteriously found its way to you, you had been all but desperate to take it because by then your rent money was overdue by 3 weeks and you had started rationing your meals trying to eat once a day, pretending to be on some celebrity endorsed detox diet.

Whatever you had expected, you couldn't possibly have prepared yourself for vought industries, executive assistant, Ashley meeting with you, detailing your job description with a strained smile on her face. Your lactating breasts seemed to be of special significance to this job. It was one of the reasons they had sought you out. Ashley had completly ignored you folding your arms over your chest self conciously then and carried on explaining that one of their special assets would require an unorthodox form of nurturing. You were immediately set up to meet with vought lawyers who asked you to read through a detailed, customised contract and sign it.

Shell shocked, you hadn't even signed it right away because the job description had disgusted and creeped you out so much. You weren't expected to sleep with a supe, no, but anything that involved nursing with the use of your breasts and cuddling was expected, encouraged, and would be handsomely rewarded with an appropriate amount of discretion from your side.

Maybe you would have ignored the offer completely and carried on wasting away, but then your small apartment had been ransacked suddenly while you were out, you're meagre belongings broken, strewn about carelessly, and the landlord still demanded you pay rent, so you had gone back to Vought industries, signed the contract trembling all over with helpless anger.

It wasn't fair. You hadn't asked to be behind on your bills. You hadn't meant to be date raped by one of your oldest friends, nor had you expected to become pregnant as a result of it. A few months later your friends guilt tripped you into going through with the pregnancy and while you had barely scraped by before due to the crippling depression and sleepless nights fueled by nightmares the second you had given birth to a perfect, beautiful dark haired baby boy, you had willingly decided to give him up for adoption because it was impossible for you support him and yourself without a job or family to help out, and you grew distant with the few friends you had because you resented your circumstances so much.

The elevator door dinged open to Ashley's floor in Vought Tower and you straightened the visitor pass on you shirt, tapping your heel impatiently, looking for her admist the flurry of movement across the floor. You decide to poke some other hapless assistant cautiously, when no one there stops to talk to you or ask you what you need, 'Hey...umm, do you know where i can find Ashley ? I need to see her urgently...please??'

The young man looks at her with calm indifference, pointing in the general direction of the elevator, 'She's busy with the company event today on floor number 15, I can't say when she'll be back upstairs.' You're expected to leave. He goes back to doing whatever nondescript work he was doing and you breath through your nose trying to calm down. They had promised to pay you handsomely for the sessions you had with Voughts vip asset, Homelander.

You had atleast two sessions a week with him in a Vought provided location. True to their word, you were well compensated. They moved you into a modest apartment in a much safer neighbourhdood, and you were given a spending allowance that contributed well enough to your daily expenses. The few weeks worth of sessions hadn't just increased the quality of your life, they had increased your cup size too, and that was a huge problem right now.

There's a shift in the air and you go still when you hear him before you see him.

'What are you doing here?' He asks, his voice booming in the wide corridor. It sounded almost curious, with a stern edge to it, and you slowly straighten your spine, turning to face the leader of the seven. You watched as his imposing figure strode towards you scanning you from top to bottom.

Although the nature of your sessions with him have always been polite enough, bordering on strictly transactional, with the occasional bite on your nipples and curse word thrown in, you found you still hadn't quite broken the ice between you two, and it was all still slightly standoffish like you've met each other for the first time.

You did what Vought paid you to do for them, you nursed a grown adult super hero on your breasts, every few days a week without fail. Lately though, you hadn't been asked to come in, and while you were happy enough to not have too much of homelander's attention and more personal space, your breasts seemed to struggle with this prolonged withdrawl as they were painfully engorged, and seemed to have a harder time getting empty even with you pumping and dumping the milk when you didn't need to see homelander. It was like your supply had increased way more than you could grapple with it at home. You had busted through two electric breast pumps trying to get some kind of relief, and yet when you woke up this morning, your breasts were as painfully heavy as ever.

The pain was what was driving you insane lately. You tried to ignore it, tossing and turning all night for a few days, and then had given up in rage and come down to Vought to tell Ashley you didn't think you wanted to continue this arrangement anymore, and would like to resign because you didnt feel like you could handle it anymore, and also because you were having the nightmares again. They had stopped when you had given up your baby boy for adoption, but you've started to startle awake again drenched in sweat almost every night since you've moved to your new place.

Maybe you should give yourself time to adjust you think for a while, burn some lavender and sage in the kitchen, start medidating, but then the last thing you wanted was to end up in some psyche ward again because you couldn't handle the panic attacks and smother them in healing herbs.

'I...' you pause cringing when you realise you've started to leak milk, and you weren't even wearing your jacket because you were uncomfortably hot. It was slung over your arm like an afterthought.

When homelander raised an eyebrow, ignoring your discomfort, waiting for you to answer him, you swallow slightly, and force yourself to speak, so he doesn't notice the telltale signs of wetness on your blouse. 'I came to see Ashley about something...it's something to do with the ...contract.'

He carried on watching you, his cold blue eyes studying you with unnerving calculation, and you blabbered on thickly, ignoring the twinge in your chest. 'Sorry, I realise it's a busy time, her assistant told me she'll be on this floor...so I thought I could find her...and..' you trailed off when he raised his hand, effectively telling you to to shut up.

'Vought is having an important press release event, and last I checked, you don't have any clearance to be here.' His tone is icy with accusation, almost suspicious, and you're taken aback by his disdain, behaving like you and him aren't even employee and employer anymore.

Your temples start to sweat and you dig your trimmed fingernails into you palm, trying not let a whimper escape when your breasts start to throb more In his presence. It's like they suddenly have a life of thier own. Almost like a letdown reflex, the kind you lactating mothers have with thier babies.

'This is unacceptable, you should not be here, Vought pays you for your absolute discretion. If any of these press idiots find you snooping around here, they'll have a field day ripping me apart on the news! Ashley should have fucking briefed you on this already!' You gulp, heart rate picking up, he's angry, his gloved fingers curl into large fists, the leather squeaking in protest. It never occurred to you that you would need clearance, or that you would be trespassing, if you showed up unannounced like this. He was absolutely right.

Your face grows hot when open you mouth and start to stammer a myriad of apologies, your vision starting to blur slightly with frustrated tears, and you slowly realise a few minutes in that homelander has stopped short of berating and glowering at you. He's distracted by something. You follow his lowered gaze, quietly observing the wet patches growing on your blouse with a slightly a open mouth.

The silence stretches between you two a few seconds longer then necessary, and when your eyes finally meet he lets out a livid curse. Grabbing you by your upper arm, he drags you along roughly, your feet almost buckle struggling to keep up with his quick strides across the corridor, leading you to an empty conference room. The door closes behind you and he drops your arm and pushes you to stagger, letting you collapse into a rotating chair.

'What do you want? Why are you here?' He demands, refusing to look in your general direction, feigning interest in the closed blinds. ' And just give me the short version, I don't have time to listen to stories right now.'

He's never particularly hurt you, or manhandled you in any of your sessions with him, and while you sit in cold hard chair with your hot face and leaking nipples, you grow angry. In fact, you are downright furious at the flippant attitude. Because you know now it was stupid to come down here, but you had a genuine problem that needed to be taken care of. It wasn't like you were dying to talk about the state of your breasts with neurotic assistants that flinched every few minutes as a reflex.

'I'm too full! Okay?! My boobs feel like they are going to fucking explode and it's all because of you! That's the problem!'

You weren't going to say that out loud. But even as you shouted it all out, you realised just how absurd it sounded even to your own ears.

Oh fuck. Fuck.

Homelander turns to look at you with with eyebrows raised. He blinks slowly and you follow suit because your pretty sure he was going to singe your mouth off for that stupid rant.

But you are shocked when he only prods quietly, 'What do you mean?', His tone is softer, there's still a stern authoritarian edge to it, but it doesn't seem like he's going to start ranting about vought visitor protocols again or laser you to death.

You try to calm down and gather your thoughts. 'It's umm, because of our sessions, my uh, milk supply has grown a lot. A bit too much actually.' You start cautiously, looking at him from under your eyelids, he does not interrupt you, and raises his chin, encouraging you to continue. 'It's different with babies.I guess their sucking reflex isn't as strong as...your's because you're a supe.'

You cringe internally when his eyes flick to yours in offence. He looks oddly speechless, so you blabber nervously on about how the milk supply increase has increased the size of.your chest and how if they aren't emptied with the same sort of strength or power, they remain full and ache uncomfortably.

You watch his face then because he's silent for a few minutes absorbing your ramblings and you think whether you should just add another apology to it and make your way to the door. You start to do just that when he still does not say anything for a few more minutes.

It's when you reach the door handle you feel his palm flatten against it, stopping you from leaving. Hi tone deadly, 'I didn't tell you, you can go did i? ...sit back down.' You make the mistake of looking into his eyes hesitantly not wanting to comply immediately. They glow a startling scarlet color and you all but trip over yourself to sit back down.

'I'm sorry, for coming here, for ranting, for everything...it..it won't happen again.'

He holds up a hand again silencing you,.

not wanting to hear any of that. 'What can be done to fix the problem right now..?' He huffs, gesturing to the wet patches on your blouse. You shift uncomfortably in the chair and try to keep it together. The humiliation making you want to commit hara kiri on the spot.

'I...uh, I could try to get another pump and try to relieve the pressure until we have the next session...', You trailed, rolling your shoulders in defeat.

You don't tell him you've already done all of that. He looks at you for a good two minutes, finally coming to a decision. 'What if we have the session now?. Would that fix the issue temporarily?' Your eyes goggle at the suggestion, he's right, that would relieve the pressure in your breasts until you can meet with Ashley or any Vought executive and tell them you no longer want the job or nursing America's greatest super hero.

You don't tell him because you sense somehow he would be more than just displeased by that extra admission.

'I guess.. yes, we could do it now if you have the time ...'

Before you've even finished what you are saying, homelander marches to you, picking you up without any warning and sitting you down on the hard conference table. You gasp when his gloved hands reach inside your blouse holding your bra and tears the fabric apart cleanly, letting the buttons go flying everywhere violently.

He tugs your knees apart steps in between them, pushing you forward slightly clamping a hand behind your neck firmly so that you're back arches slightly while you're forced to hold the edges of the table from completly falling over. He doesn't even give you time to adjust before his mouth latches onto one of your breasts sucking on it with the force you're used to receiving. The shock wears off for you when you immediately start to feel lighter in the right side, the pain and throbbing quickly subsiding and you're almost panting with relief.

His grip on you remains firm and you push against his head involuntarily, carding your hand through his hair urgently. 'Homelander...please. ugh, can you do..the other one please..' He lifts his head letting go, his eyes meeting yours for a split second in ascent before taking the other nipple in his mouth and relieving the pressure on the left side. You close your eyes and moan with relief and gratitude.

He stills slightly when he hears you but remains latched on, sucking slower. When you feel like aren't dying anymore, you pat him on his back gently thinking you should tell him to stop, but he has his hands firmly wrapped around your middle section now. It's when you start to squirm in his grasp feeling exposed and helpless that you start to panic and actively push against him to get him to listen to you. 'I think that's good, we can stop now...homelander...can we please stop...just stop!'

He lets your breast go with reluctant, wet pop and let's you sit up. You try to get your panic attack under control by breathing in and out slowly, counting backwards. He's watching you silently, observing you school your expression back to something reassembling gratitude and not horror when notice his stiffness pressing against your thigh.

You avert your eyes and he steps away giving you room to quickly slide off the table, holding the torn edges of your blouse together. Your bra's fallen off and landed somewhere under the table, but you're too jittery to bend over and look for it now so you let it go, and grab your bag clutching it to your front making your way to the door. Homelander hasn't moved from his place near the table, and remains eerily calm watching you scramble about sputtering apologies about trespassing and inconveniencing him.

'Is it better now..?' He questions, his tone dark, stopping you from leaving again. You turn slowly and meet his intense gaze across the room, your heart doing flip flops in your ears, and you nod with pursed lips. He raises his chin in that imperious manner again accepting your answer, his gaze hardening.

You wait to be told you are allowed to leave, not wanting to give him a reason to be angry again. He picks up your jacket from the chair and unfolds it, holding it open for you. 'Put it on, you can't walk out there like this, you look like a common prostitute.' Your cheeks feel hot as you come into his embrace, and let him help you into the jacket, zipping up the front with shaking fingers, and gauge his approval.

Finally he nods and you all but run out the door to get away from him. When you look over your shoulder, hurrying to the elevators, he doesn't follow you, but you do run into Ashley, who is all frowns and questions about you being here. You're too wired and spent to tell her anything, when you look up just before the elevator doors close, he's there, watching intently, from outside the conference door.

You curse loudly making Ashley flinch.