#‘role reversal’ as in mia takes the lead and not homie lol

[alicentlander]

homelander x oc

summary: Mia gets insecure when Stormfront joins the Seven. Logically, her solution to get over it is to ride Homelander during a Seven meeting. Written for Cozy Corner Kinktober prompts role reversal + exhibitionism

(18+, riding, jealousy, exhibitionism, rare me writing bottom & sublander)

wc: 959

author’s note: a very normal couple who works out their problems in a very normal way

Mia wasn’t usually a jealous person.

She couldn’t really afford to be, not when her boyfriend was the most famous man in America. Millions of fans wanting to be with him and countless fanfictions written on Tumblr (for her own sanity, she finally had to delete that Godforsaken app after over half a decade of use).

It was unfair, in a way. Homelander could kill anyone who - in his opinion, anyways - gave her a flirtatious look (which more often than not was nothing but a friendly smile) and she would have to live with that guilt forever, but she couldn’t even glare at his fans that tried to get a little too close to him. Not that Homelander ever let her out in the public eye that much to begin with anyways - for her own safety, he had told her. She had given up trying to argue with him on that a long time ago.

But it was fine. She didn’t have to see anything unless it was on TV or something. At least at Vought nobody tried to get handsy with him.

Until Stan Edgar decided to recruit her.

Why Edgar thought recruiting Stormfront to join the Seven was a good idea, Mia would never know. She didn’t really care to know either. All she knew was that she hated the way she looked at Homelander. Like she’d devour him if given the chance.

Mia didn’t even know why she’s so insecure. Why when Stormfront was around, she leaned into Homelander’s side a bit more, ramped up the PDA between them that definitely went beyond what was allowed (but it’s not like HR would ever dare tell to Homelander that he wasn’t allowed to touch his girlfriend however he wanted whenever or wherever he wanted).

And Homelander had made it more than clear that he didn’t like Stormfront in any capacity - not even as a coworker or teammate.

When Mia had spoken with him about it and anxiously played with her ring, looking like she was unsure whether to believe him or not, Homelander had done his best to reassure her that she had nothing to worry about by fucking her from sunset to the sunrise and making her come more times than she could count.

But still, a voice inside her head argued, Stormfront’s a supe. You're just a regular, normal human woman. Nothing special. Wouldn’t it make sense for a God to want someone more on his level? You’re expendable.

Insecurities and the things she would do to overcome said insecurities are funny, in a twisted way. She could handle the kisses on the mouth, Homelander subtly grabbing her ass at some stupid Vought party they were forced to attend, and she had stopped bothering to try to hide the hickeys that Homelander littered on her neck. But she had always drawn the line when he wanted her to actually fuck somewhere in front of other people.

And yet, here she was this morning, shamelessly riding him during the typical Seven meeting. A-Train and Starlight both stared either at the table or at the wall like they wanted to be anywhere else, Maeve was more annoyed than anything, Black Noir just sat there, the Deep was thankfully away in Ohio, and Stormfront…

Stormfront tried to look unbothered, but Mia could see the way her eye twitched whenever she glanced at the two of them.

Mia greedily kissed Homelander as she moved her hips against his. Homelander kissed back with just as much desperation, only pulling back to allow Mia a breath of air, a trail of salvia connecting them. She heard A-Train mumbled a “gross”, which caused Homelander to snap at the members of the Seven to mind their own fucking business and to continue the meeting.

He gripped Mia’s hips (no doubt accidentally leaving a new set of bruises in the shape of his hand on her delicate skin) as he moaned needily.

“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning his head back against his chair. Mia wasn’t usually on top of in charge when they had sex - and she preferred it that way, truth be told - but when she was, he was so needy. All for her - just her. “Fuck!”

In the moment, Mia wasn’t sure why she ever felt insecure. Homelander had said it before - they were made for each other. Two needy, desperate individuals who just wanted to be loved. And despite everything Homelander had done, Mia never left him. She still loved him. And he loved her, the best way he could.

“Come on, babe,” she murmured in his ear, nipping it playfully, and then pulled back to look him in the eyes, “I love you.”

That did it for him.

Homelander moaned as he spilled inside her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Mia panted, stroking his hair. She got him to thrust upwards a few more times, getting her to orgasm as well.

“...love you too…” he murmured.

Mia smiled, kissing the top of his head. She looked to the side at Stormfront who was barely concealing a glare in their direction. Mia gave her a smile far too sweet to be genuine.

Mia removed herself from her straddling position on Homelander, who whined at the absence of her warmth. She just turned herself around so she was sitting on his lap, facing the table and grabbing her tablet that had her notes she usually took during the meetings on it. Homelander wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his cheek against hers.

“So…” she said nonchalantly, making herself comfortable in Homelander’s lap and arms, “what were we talking about?”