The aftershocks were still rippling through my body when I heard the soft click of the penthouse door.
I froze, fingers still buried between my slick thighs, chest heaving, golden hair sticking to my sweat-dampened skin. In the mirror, my reflection looked wrecked — flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes half-lidded and glowing faintly with that inner light.
Footsteps. Confident. Unhurried.
Homelander was back early.
I barely had time to pull my hand away before he stepped into the bathroom doorway. His cape was gone, suit jacket unbuttoned, but the rest of the uniform was still on — pristine, intimidating, perfect.
His blue eyes locked onto me immediately.
There I was: completely naked, legs spread wide, leaning back against the marble counter with my fingers glistening. A thin trail of my own wetness still dripped down the inside of my thigh.
For one heartbeat, neither of us spoke.
Then Homelander's lips curved into that slow, dangerous smile.
"Well… what do we have here?" His voice was low, velvet wrapped around steel. "My Starlight, playing with herself like a needy little slut while I was gone."
Heat flooded my face. Shame. Embarrassment. And something darker — excitement.
"I… I was just—" My voice came out breathy and broken. Annie's voice when she was caught doing something filthy.
Homelander stepped inside, closing the distance in three slow strides. He didn't touch me yet. He just looked. His gaze dragged over my breasts, down my stomach, and settled between my spread legs where I was still visibly wet and swollen from my orgasm.
"You couldn't wait for me?" he asked, tilting his head. "Couldn't wait for your owner to come home and fuck you properly?"
I bit my lip, thighs trembling. "It felt… different. When I touch myself. I wanted to know what this body could do."
He hummed thoughtfully, then reached out and took my wrist. He brought my soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, tongue swirling around each digit with deliberate slowness. His eyes never left mine.
"Sweet," he murmured. "Just like always."
Then he dropped to his knees right there on the bathroom floor.
Before I could react, his hands gripped my thighs and spread them even wider, hooking my legs over his broad shoulders. His mouth was on me in an instant — hot, hungry, relentless.
"Oh— fuck!" I cried out, head falling back against the mirror.
Homelander devoured me like a starving man. His tongue flicked rapidly over my oversensitive clit, then plunged inside me, licking up every drop of my earlier release. Two thick fingers pushed in beside his tongue, curling hard against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
The pleasure was too much, too soon. My body was still buzzing from the solo orgasm, every nerve raw and electric.
"Homelander— ah— too much—" I gasped, but my hips were already grinding against his face, chasing more.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with my wetness. "You started this, Starlight. Now you're going to finish it on my tongue."
He sucked my clit into his mouth and hummed, the vibration shooting straight through me. His fingers pumped faster, deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and hand filled the bathroom.
I couldn't hold back.
My second orgasm crashed over me harder than the first. My back arched violently off the counter, a loud, broken moan tearing from my throat as I came on his face. My walls clenched around his fingers, fresh wetness flooding his mouth.
Homelander groaned in satisfaction, licking me through every spasm until I was whimpering and twitching, oversensitive and boneless.
Only then did he stand up.
He unzipped his suit with one hand, freeing his thick, hard cock. It was already leaking, flushed dark with need. Without a word, he gripped my hips, pulled me forward, and thrust into me in one smooth, brutal stroke.
We both moaned at the same time.
"Still so fucking tight," he growled, burying himself to the hilt. "Even after you came twice. This cunt was made for me."
He started fucking me right there against the counter — hard, deep, possessive strokes that made my breasts bounce with every thrust. The mirror behind me showed everything: my face contorted in pleasure, his powerful body driving into mine, the way my golden hair bounced wildly.
One of his hands moved to my throat, squeezing just enough to make me lightheaded. The other pinched and rolled my nipple, sending sparks straight to my clit.
"Look at yourself," he ordered, voice rough. "Look at how beautiful you are when you're getting fucked."
I forced my eyes open and stared at our reflection. The woman in the mirror looked nothing like the old Kevin. She looked ruined. She looked perfect. She looked like she belonged to him.
"Say it," Homelander demanded, pounding into me faster. "Tell me who you are."
"I'm… Starlight," I gasped, voice cracking into a high whine as another orgasm started building.
"Louder."
"I'm your Starlight!"
That pushed him over the edge. He slammed into me one final time, burying himself deep as he came with a guttural groan, flooding me with hot, thick pulses.
I came right after him — a smaller, trembling orgasm that left me shaking in his arms.
For a long moment, we stayed like that — him still buried inside me, both of us panting, sweat-slicked skin pressed together.
Homelander brushed damp hair from my face almost tenderly.
"You're learning fast," he whispered against my lips. "Soon you won't need to touch yourself when I'm not here. You'll wait for me like a good girl."
He kissed me slowly, tasting myself on his tongue.
But deep inside my head, the new voice — the one that was starting to sound more like Starlight than Kevin — smiled in the darkness.
I don't think I'll be waiting anymore.