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Caught (Homelander x OC Smut)

18+ | 4k words | masturbation, underwear sniffing, getting caught, mirrorlander, mirrorlander vs homelander, slight dubcon, dirty talk, fingering, pussy eating, p in v sex, premature ejaculation, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

He takes a deep breath, holds it, savors it, then releases it slowly.

Delicious.

He’s been snooping again. Well, it’s not like he ever stopped and, really, it’s not like he could even if he wanted to– which he doesn’t. Benjamin’s room is rife with all sorts of little odds and ends that help satiate that desire to know more about the web-head. Papers, books, trinkets, hobbies, clothes…

Especially the clothes.

He’s been in here before with Benjamin. Had to act like he didn’t already know the layout so intimately. Like he hasn’t been breaking in regularly and browsing to his heart’s content. Like he hasn’t been doing this.

He takes another deep breath.

Like he hasn’t been huffing Benjamin’s dirty laundry.

He holds it tight, letting his eyes flutter shut.

But not just any dirty laundry. Clenched in his bare fist is a pair of black boxer briefs, wrinkled from sitting in the hamper. He presses the crotch of them to his nose and inhales over and over again, memorizing the scent, the taste of his little spider.

He’s leaned back, half sat on the foot of the bed as he indulges with a hand around his weeping cock. He strokes himself slow, taking his time. He imagines what he’d do with his face buried in Ben’s cunt, imagines the taste, the scent, the heat. His tongue laves over the fabric and he moans brokenly.

Oh, he’s wanted this for some time now… Watching the bug, following him around. Basking in their shared moments. He imagines how easy it would be, too. Just one kiss, hot and needy, would convey all he needs. What would it be like to have Ben’s hand in place of his own? Those soft digits wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly and working him into deep breaths and needy moans– how would they feel? Ben would whisper in his ear, sing his praises, tell him how good he is. He fucking knows it. Johnny, he’d say, why don’t you let go for me?

Oh, and he would. He’d spill so quickly it’d be downright humiliating.

His mind clouds with so many fantasies that he can hardly pick one to be his undoing. Ben’s lips around his cock, his pussy stretched deep, fucked within an inch of his life. All the while, Homelander moans unabashedly into the fabric.

It’s so good, so fucking good–

“Johnny…”

That’s right, say my name! C’’mon, say it! Say my fucking name!

He starts to fuck carelessly into his grip, fist pressing the fabric harder against his face.

Oh fuck, fuck yeah– little whore, mine, all mine…

And it feels so good, he can’t–

“Johnny?”

A raspy hum rattles from his chest, pinching off in a tight little moan as he spills his load, fucking his fist with languid rolls of his hips.

“Mm, fuck, Ben… God…” He groans against the fabric. He stands there in perfect bliss, eyes shut, warm and relaxed as he comes down from his high. When he does finally open them again, he navigates the process of wiping his hand on his pants and getting himself zipped up. He’s still dazed but, when he glances back up, he’s shocked clear into coherency and halts putting himself back together entirely.

Wide eyes meet in stunned silence.

In the doorway stands Benjamin, jaw practically on the floor, gaze flitting from Homelander’s face to the underwear gripped tight in his left hand, then down to his cock. The bug’s face burns a deep crimson as he connects the dots, but his eyes continue darting up and down.

Homelander doesn’t know what to say, doesn't know what to do. He should’ve never let his guard down to indulge like this; he should’ve kept his eyes and ears open for Benjamin. He fucked up. He fucked up bad. He’s probably single handedly ruined his relationship with not only the best friend he’s ever had, but with the man he’s developed more than just simple lust for.

“I–” He tries, but his voice comes out strained. “Uhm…” He looks down, shame burning deep in his gut under Ben’s shocked gaze.

“Wow…” Is all Benjamin says in response. It scares Homelander to bits, not being able to read his tone.

And he just stands there, guilty as ever with those boxer briefs clutched in his grip, cock still hanging between his zipper.

“So, uh…” Ben starts again, shifting in place. “How long you been doing this?”

Homelander doesn’t know how the fuck he’s supposed to answer. How does he salvage this, how does he fix it? He can’t just say this is the first time, that’d be too obvious–

“I–”

Fuck. Fuck. Now he has to say something, and quick.

Let me. Sings that devious voice in his head, all too eager to take the reins. Homelander, all too relieved to let go and escape the shame, relents immediately. The change happens in a flash.

“Benjamin,” he tuts with a cock of his head. “What kind of question is that, hm?”

The bug bristles at the change in his demeanor– probably that sixth sense of his tattling on the shift. From within the safe confines of his mind, Homelander practically begs: Please, please be gentle with him. He’s good to us, remember?

“Come here,” he demands, a finger pointed to his boot as if he meant to beckon a dog. He watches with a sick, satisfied grin as Ben comes forward timidly, lips parted, hand all but outstretched to show no ill intent.

The web-head has met this alter ego before. He knows exactly what this is.

He grips Benjamin by the wrist, tugging him damn near chest-to-chest.

“Attaboy,” he breathes directly into Ben’s ear. The way he squirms sends a delicious shiver right to his cock. “If you must know… I do it every… single… day.”

He can hear Ben gulp in response. He feels the heat of the bug’s body, feels how rigid he is. One overdramatic sniff of the air and he smirks down at the web-head.

“Smells like you’re cookin’ up my next pair, aren’t you? Getting ‘em good and wet for me…” His lips spread into the most devious smile possible, parting only to lick a stripe over Benjamin’s cheekbone. He doesn’t know what he loves more: the fact he doesn’t resist, or that Ben fucking reached out to grip his arm when he did it. That he needed to steady himself was a delicious thought.

John watches from behind his own eyes, mystified, but also saddened. It should be him in control, it should be him teasing his Benjamin like this.

“Answer me, bug boy.”

“I–” Ben starts, but his voice breaks from nervousness.

“I knew it.” Homelander teases, leaning in close to murmur in his ear. “Y’know, I’d love a fresh taste… And you’d love to give it to me, wouldn’t you?”

Ben gulps audibly, squeezing tighter around Homelander’s arm which, of course, makes that smile grow all the more devilish.

“Tell me right now you don’t want to lay back and let me eat your pussy until all you can possibly do is scream my name.” He murmurs, a hand coming up and tugging Ben’s head back to reveal his neck. Homelander peppers a kiss or two before scraping his teeth along the side he’s always imagined would be most sensitive.

His satisfaction at Benjamin’s weak gasp is unmeasurable. His cock twitches and he presses it against the bug’s hip. He could take this boy apart so easily…

“Imagine it… my tongue running between your pretty little pussy lips. You, writhing and moaning like a little whore for me. Creaming around my fingers because you just can’t help yourself…” Homelander chuckles darkly, rubbing his cock against Ben more brazenly now. “You taste sooo sweet on your clothes. C’mon, Benny… Give us a taste.”

He reaches down to grab himself and tucks his cock between Ben’s thighs. With slow, calculated thrusts, Homelander mimes the act of fucking him.

“When I’m done, I’ll give you what you want.”

The panting breaths from the wall-crawler are so enticing he can hardly help himself when he swallows those soft little noises with a kiss, tongue delving between Ben’s lips without hesitation. “You want this…” He purrs between unreciprocated kisses. “You want me.”

“I–” Ben starts, pausing when a finger hooks under the waistband of his pants.

“Mm, say it.” Homelander orders in a whisper. He starts to snake his hand inside. “Say how much you want me, how badly you want me to taste you– fuck you…”

Benjamin goes to speak once more, but sucks a sharp breath instead when a finger swipes between his soaked folds. It drags back and forth, pressing against his hole, dipping inside just the slightest bit before trailing to his clit.

“Drenched,” Homelander all but moans. “Fucking knew you would be…” He draws his hand free and brings it to his lips, tracing slick over them before slipping inside. “Delicious… I knew you fucking wanted me.”

“Johnny…” Ben murmurs.

Homelander practically doesn’t even hear it.

“I want Johnny.” He repeats, this time a little more brave despite how much anxiety dances in his words. This was volatility personified.

Homelander looks at him with a flicker of ire, as though he’s ready to discipline him. Throw him over his knee for a good spanking, fuck him senseless– something or the other. Whichever one scratches the itch and accomplishes the task all at once.

“And why the fuck would you want him instead of me?” He asks, bitterness lacing his words. He spins them and traps Benjamin against the bed.

This is how it went last time. Though last time was incredibly different, significantly more violent, and a lot less sexually charged, Benjamin needed only to ask and, somehow, John would find himself with enough strength to come back to the surface. He can practically feel the resistance brewing.

Let me out.

Absolutely not.

Let me the fuck out!

“I want Johnny.” Ben repeats again, firm with every word. In all fairness, Ben would absolutely have a round with this version of Homelander. Just… not right now. Not before John. A snarl precedes that hand diving back into his pants, fingers delving deep into his cunt. Benjamin can hardly stop the gasping moan that comes out. It’s hard to resist it, hard to pretend he doesn’t actually want this.

But this isn’t who he wants it with. Johnny would come first, always.

“Sing for me, little birdie.” Homelander commands, fucking his digits in and out, fingers curled perfectly. His face twists as if he’s struggling to keep control. “You’re soaked for me. You’re like this because of me! Not him!”

Ben’s whines are music to his ears even as he fights to keep from losing his hold.

I’m in control here! Me! You let me out right fucking now! He wants me!

Suddenly Homelander is shaking his head violently, expression pinched, teeth bared and grinding– and then he’s not. His fingers still, his expression softens, eyes widen like a deer in headlights.

Still knuckle deep, Homelander freezes.

“Johnny..?” Ben asks, though he’s already confident the switch had happened. Despite the intrusion between his legs, the moment is significantly less tense than with the previous presence. “I–”

“You want… me?”

His voice is nearly a whisper, a touch of timidness in his tone.

“Yeah,” Ben nods, eyes shutting. He leans in to press their foreheads together. “I didn’t think it’d happen like this, y’know, but… yeah.”

Homelander lurches forward in an embarrassingly desperate manner, taking Ben in a kiss that he certainly didn’t mean to moan into. Just like he doesn’t mean to melt when he feels reciprocation, he just does.

He can hardly wrap his mind around any of it. Ben’s lips, so soft and sweet against his. The sweet boy’s cunt fluttering all hot and wet around his middle and ring fingers. He could come undone just from what he’d been dropped into. He sighs and starts moving his fingers, slow at first, soft.

Just enough to milk the most beautiful noise he’s ever heard from his Benjamin. It’s enough to make him whine and press his stiff cock right against Ben’s thigh– but only for a moment. Long enough for his desperation and revived confidence to grow into a hunger unlike anything he’s ever known. Suddenly he’s lifting Ben to lay flat on the bed, legs hanging off the edge, and he’s got the bug’s pants torn free and–

The first lick to his core isn’t even full contact. He suckles the wet spot of Ben’s underwear, lips wrapped tight to get every last bit. He mewls for it, face pressing between his little spider’s thighs to tease that first truly fresh taste of his greatest longing– like he means to drown in it. The hands in his hair satisfy every dream he’s ever had of such a moment, tugging and gripping like Benjamin would die if he didn’t.

“Oh god…” The bug whimpers, hips bucking. It’s all the motivation Homelander needs to deny himself just long enough to yank those boxer briefs away and reveal his meal. He dives in completely undignified, moans muffling as he presses the whole of his open mouth to Ben’s cunt, tongue delving as deep into his hole as physically possible. He’d trade his powers for a longer tongue right fucking now if it meant he could reach further inside– if he could collect more of that sweet nectar on his tongue and feed the starving beast inside of him that demanded so much more.

He suckles and flicks Ben’s clit, practically hypnotized at his size and thickness. It’s so easy to get it into his mouth– so easy to suck and hold and–

The bed creaks with a particularly sharp unconscious thrust of his hips at the realization. It’s like having a cock in his mouth.

He keeps Ben’s legs spread high and wide. The quakes of them in his iron grip shoot straight to his ego and cock, making his eyes roll and heat all at once.

“Johnny– Oh, fuck, fuck, please–”

That’s right! Say it! Say my fucking name!

As if reading his mind, Benjamin does. He howls and shivers and shakes through an orgasm that leaves him gushing slick against Homelander’s eager tongue. Homelander’s head is pressed down hard by the hands in his hair– silent pleas for more and more.

He’s so thrilled with himself that he couldn’t possibly prevent the moan that reverberates against Benjamin’s throbbing clit. It practically jerks in his mouth.

“Oh god!”

I am your god.

And he just can’t bring himself to stop. Can’t help but act out every single scenario he’s ever dreamed up while pressing stolen clothing to his nose and fucking his hand. It’s going to pale in comparison when he finally slips into Ben’s cunt– he fucking knows it. He’ll never be able to go back to something so dull when he’s tasted heaven and touched the stars.

He’s damn near ready to dive in for more when the hands in his hair yank good and hard, pulling him up. He’s still clothed except for his cock free between his zipper, now harder than he's ever been in his life. He has half a mind to just shove it in and fuck Ben before the boy could strip him down, but that option is long gone when a kiss distracts him long enough for zippers and clasps to get undone.

Pussy.

Shut the fuck up!

He neglects his alter ego’s taunts in favor of reveling in touches to his bare chest. It’s enough to leave goosebumps and make him shiver. He hardly knows what to do when Ben strips him the rest of the way, much less when a hand finally wraps around his cock. The gasp that left him was less than pathetic, but it doesn’t deter the touches and soft kisses pressed to his neck.

“You’re amazing,” Ben murmurs against his flesh, breath fanning wet spots and making him twitch like some sort of virgin. His eyes flutter open and catch a smile so genuine it melts his heart. Each stroke along his length makes his chest heave with deep, unsteady breaths– every swipe of Ben's thumb to his soaked tip drives him near insanity. He’s so pent up, even after getting off earlier. He could blow at any second– god, what if it’s disappointing? What if he ruins it because he’s too fucking weak to hold back?

He’s thought of this so many fucking times that he practically has no control whatsoever. But he never thought it’d feel so–

So–

Something overtakes him, desperate beyond measure, utterly starved, and he rolls them. Much as he’d love to drag it out, he’s on the brink and he’s not going to come until–

“O-ooh fffuuuck!”

No sooner than his tip breeches Benjamin’s cunt is he blowing his load and–

Pathetic.

“Mm– oh, fuck– I’m sorry–”

At least I’d have actually gotten to fuck him.

“Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry–”

One pump chump, huh?

He buries his face against Ben's neck to hide as pleasure and shame mix like oil and water in his gut. His body is locked tight, hips jerking despite having slipped out in the midst of an exceptionally pathetic, desperate thrust.

You ruin everything you touch.

It’s only when he’s nudged out of his hiding spot that he realizes he’s still whispering apologies.

“Hey, what’s– are you okay?” Ben asks, concern replacing the bliss once etched so beautifully on his face.

Your fault.

“I…” Homelander starts, shaking his head when the words get stuck in his throat. “I didn’t mean to… finish so early…”

Ben’s hands cup his cheeks and cradle him, thumbs rubbing at his cheeks. “I don’t mind.” He says. “We can stop if you’re–”

“No!” He interrupts. “No, we– I can be ready again, I just–”

His face is burning red; he knows it.

“Shh, Johnny. Don’t stress. Just…” Ben pulls him down into a kiss, soft and slow. “Just kiss me for a bit, okay?”

Despite his racing heart and his mental roommate jabbing at his pride, he goes along. It starts easy, simple pecks and gentle glides of lips. A pace perfect to diminish his anxiety, an act sweet enough to dispel the shame. Simple touches meant to soothe, others meant to ground.

He pulls back and looks at Benjamin for a moment, appreciating his kiss-swollen lips and hazy eyes before going right back in with more fervor. Legs wrap around his waist and pull him into a grinding motion, milking a breathy moan directly into the kiss.

“That’s it…” Ben purrs between kisses.

His tongue joins the fray, eyes rolling back as the taste and sensations hit his mind all at once.

He’s hard again in no time, especially with those little words of praise in between. He stills when a hand slips between their bodies and grasps his cock, directing his tip to swipe between come-slicked folds still drenched for him.

Benjamin lines him up perfectly and he sinks in without thought. A strangled moan catches in his throat as he’s practically sucked in by that tight heat. Ben’s noises drive him insane– little gasps and whines as he adjusts, comments about how thick he is and oh–

His arms wrap under Ben’s back to pull him impossibly closer. He starts slow, steady and gentle just like Ben had been with him.

Good. Now ruin him.

He fights to keep his controlled pace, fights to be a perfect gentleman and not shatter this sweet boy.

“Johnny~”

And it’s so fucking hard not to.

His face is buried in Benjamin’s neck again and he picks up the pace, settling into a sloppy rut like an animal in heat– but god that’s exactly what he is. Desperate and instinctive, he drives himself into Ben over and over again, chasing that high, knowing each deep stroke is what pulls those sweet little whimpers from his precious Benjamin and by god he’ll do it again and again–

“Harder!” Gasps his little spider, and he’s all too happy to oblige. His back arches, arms brace, and he cuts loose. His mind snaps– all there is anymore is this. A lifetime of them and nothing else. It couldn’t possibly be anything else.

Breathy exclamations turn to noisy moans, all of them sung into the air for him in tandem with squelches and wet slaps of skin.

Hear how he sings for you? That’s it, keep going. Hand under his lower back– good. Help him arch into it. Attaboy.

Homelander nods in the crook of Ben’s neck, tongue falling free to lick a stripe into which he fully intends to leave his mark.

Feel how he quakes under you? Bite him. Claim him.

His teeth sink in, just enough not to break the skin but he will mark this sweet boy as his.

He’s yours now, tiger.

“G-Gonna come! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ben exclaims under him, nails biting into Homelander’s back as he holds on for dear life. “Oh god– oh fuck!”

Make sure he never wants anyone else. Thumb on his clit, right now– rub hard.

Homelander does exactly that and with only one flick, he sends Benjamin mewling into an orgasm so strong his entire body convulses– perfectly milking another load from his cock.

They cling to each other for dear life, both hurtling through climaxes so intense they can do nothing more than gasp and whine and pray the other won’t let go.

It takes a few minutes for either to speak, but fingers run through Homelander’s hair and a hand smooths up and down his back until they do. Comforting, caring–

“Do you wanna stay?”

Not the question he was expecting. Not at all– and not something he’s ever been asked before by anyone. He hates knowing his eyes are watering when he looks up, but they do and he can’t make them stop. “D’you want me to?”

Stupid. Stupid voice crack, stupid–

Shut up and listen.

“Duh,” Ben says, hands coming up to pinch at his cheeks. “I always want you to stay.”

“You’re not… mad at me?”

This isn’t what he was expecting at all.

“Why would I be?” Ben asks.

He’s about to explain the obvious, but–

“I mean I wish we could’ve skipped the whole fiending-for-my-underwear thing and gotten straight into this, but I’m not mad. And I’m not mad about your brain bestie making an appearance either.” Ben smooths a hand through Homelander’s hair, scritching softly at the base of his neck. “It’s all good.”

I've got dibs on the next time.

“Mm, thank god.” John yawns. It’s all he knows to say, except– “So are we uh… a thing now?”

You sound like a fucking teenager.

What, you have a better idea of how to ask him?

“D’you wanna be?” Ben asks, a beaming smile spreading across his face. It must be contagious, because Homelander ends up with the same look.

“Yeah…” He breaths, chewing his lower lip to keep from looking any more dopey than he already does. “Yeah, let’s– I want that.”

“Good,” Ben says, hooking a leg around him. “So, uh… Boyfriend perks include unlimited underwear access.” His cheeks tinge a deep red as he says it, but that just makes Homelander’s lips curl into a devious smirk. “Among other things, y’know?”

“I can’t wait to find out,” John says. All this time as just friends has been nothing short of euphoric…

Whatever is next for them must be bliss itself.

#homelander #homelander x oc #homelander fanfiction #homelander smut #the boys #antony starr #the benlander agenda #posting this despite my better judgment #this has just been sitting finished and rotting in my drafts for a while tbh #I went through a nasty patch of feeling worth in my writing and other things but #yeaaahhhh #went. hahahahaaaaaa.... past tense was not the right tense

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