52. Homelander/ Reader #3

(Y/n) had been waking up every day for weeks in fear. Billy had told her not to worry about John. That he was taking care of it. But she hadn't been willing to accept that. John had ways of finding her no matter where you were. She knew he wouldn't stop it.

John had gotten a hot tip from an unknown source. That had picture of his wife in a flat. Then having it confirmed. John landed on the building across from her. Seeing her dancing to the song Celebrity Skin by Hole. It was her favorite in the world to dance to.

"Oh darling you are in for it now. I will have you. Nothing to stop me now!" thought John darkly so.

She was in her bedroom dancing as she most often did. When she went to the balcony to breathe. When she was swooped up by Homelander. His hold on her person was tight and unforgiving. 

"John we can talk about this." said (Y/n) to John.

"No more talking sweetbuns. I will have you first and find out how you were taken. Don't try to get out of this. I will not have it." said John sternly.

John had taken them to a remote island. Dropping her into the bed. Sensing her sweet fear and uncertainty quell up. It was making him lust so hard for her. Seeing her trying to figure out to leave him.

"You better be thinking of stripping nude." said John.

She did with much reluctance and fear. John had gotten himself nude. She looked upon his massive cock and the carnal look cross his face. He saw actual tears run down her face. It was so damn sweet.

"Oh dear beloved you will wish you never ran from me. I will finally have you mine in full." said John.

John had dragged her to the edge of the bed. Delving his hot wet tongue on her cunt. Tasting how sweet she was for him. Feeling her trying to leave this embrace. Holding her down and taking what is his.

"God you still taste so damn yummy!" said John.

She hated that she was in such a position now. Feeling the coil of pleasure build up violently so. Repulsively feeling her pussy dripping wet for him.

"Damn John....stop.... please...FUCK!" screamed (Y/n).

She came squirting over his face. And him slurping her up like a hot treat on his taste buds. Feeling her bashful face light up. This is all he ever wanted from her. To see her fucked out face that he placed there.

John had forced her legs to part. Seeing her wet petals swollen from his brutal mouth skills. Seeing what he was finally about to break open. He slammed the full length of his cock in her swollen heat. Hearing her screaming from his harsh takings.

"Damn it feels fucking nice taking your virginity finally. Your pussy always was mine. Even when your the shy girl." snarled John.

He kept fucking her in a harsh brutality. Feeling her cumming on his stiff cock. Feeling her body convulse on him continuously. Seeing her fucked out body shake. She hated that hhs cock was making her orgasm uncontrollably so. John used his greed of things. John after some hours had cummed in her. And in different positions in different rooms.

"Now that we have finally got the fucking out of the way. Who was it that took you?" asked John.

"I have no clue whom took me. I was being lead out by someone claiming they had something for you. Next thing I am knocked out from behind. Then I am in a bed in flat with no ideal whom had me." said (Y/n) through a lie that came easily.

Homelander seemed to believe the lie. And that would give her helpers time to figure out where she was at. And hopefully a way to save her in time.

"Sweetheart I know this is a hard concept to grasp. But I love you too much to let you go. If I find those whom had you. You should know there will be hell to pay. Nobody takes you ever. Your mine!" said John.

"I know that John very well. I am just sorry that this is a hell of a time to go through so much. Let's just enjoy our honeymoon. And maybe by the end we will return with a baby on board!" said (Y/n) smoothly.

Inside she was dying from fear and revulsion. She realized that if help didn't come in time. That John would stop at nothing to keep her by his side. She knew John wouldn't grant her any form of freedom.

John saw the emotional side of his wife. He knew she lied to him. His intel that said she had been talking to the guys whom owned the flat. And that she was in coohoots to try to flee again and away. Not on his watch would he allow her to run again.