Dead End - Homelander x Reader

0.4 - "Never Daydreaming Again"

After your little moment up there with Homelander, he dropped you off at home. You weren't expecting anything from him, but when he began staring at you with this sweet look in his eyes, you got a bit spooked and flinched as soon as he reached over to open the door behind you.

"What's got you all nervous?" Homelander questioned, gazing at you as the door slowly opened behind you. That stupid gaze. Reading men wasn't difficult to you, but Homelander freaked you out with how hard he was to read. It was hard to tell whether he was going to kill you or kiss you.

When you didn't respond, it hit him and you could tell the exact moment when it did. His eyebrows shot up for a moment, then his lip curled into a cocky smirk.

"Oh." His voice was deeper now, as were your urges to grab him and have a hot steamy make out sesh on your couch, but you avoided eye contact at all costs and crossed your arms defensively. You erased the lewd thoughts from your mind and reminded yourself that he was not only a co-worker, but a Supe who thought very little of you.

"Nope. You're just difficult to read and I got scared! That's all. You should be getting back now, Homelander! I will see you—" Homelander cut you off by holding your face, rubbing one cheek with his clothed thumb. If your heart wasn't already racing before, it definitely was now. Your face flushed immediately as a result of the contact, and you subconsciously leaned your face into his touch. "Oh?" You blurted giddily.

"I told you call me John, okay?" He examined your face and features, repeatedly glancing down at your lips. You gulped and nodded, not sure where this was going now. He licked his bottom lip, pupils fully blown as he inched closer to you. His lips were just hovering over yours enough that you could feel his soft breathing on you then you gently pushed him back.

"Wait." You breathed out, visibly flustered. You took his hands into yours. "John, this is completely against company policy! I mean if anyone knew about this I doubt—" Homelander shut you up by pressing his lips against yours. Screw company policy. You thought to yourself as you slid your hand up to hold his face, the other pressed against his chest. Homelander pulled you closer, goosebumps swarming your entire body everywhere his fingers touched.

"I'm serious!" you pulled away one more time but the hungry look in his eyes threw that last bit of hesitation out the window. He grinned, seeing right through you before leaning in again, his fingers gently sliding from your face down to your neck as he deepened the kiss. You quite literally felt on fire— if it wasn't for his other hand planted on your waist you were sure you would've fallen down and dropped dead by now. Your fingers were creeping along his hairline, then you grabbed a small fistful of his blond hair and tugged lightly, earning a deep hum from him. Homelander furrowed his brows, leaning his forehead against yours after he pulled away.

"We should do that more often." he uttered, his voice much hoarser than it was before. You panted softly while nodding lazily, then hummed in agreement. Homelander gave your hands a ginger squeeze, cupped your face and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Goodnight, doll."

"Night, John." you giggled back.

"Y/N?" Homelander looked at you with confusion, waving his hand in front of your face.

You blinked rapidly and shook your head.

"I'm sorry, I was just zoned out. Where were we?" You couldn't look Homelander in the eye with your face hot and your chest feeling uncomfortably tight.

"Nowhere, you just said goodnight as soon as I opened the door so I guess you're already dying to get away from me aren't you?"

You laughed along with him and scratched your neck with your index finger, wondering how you could've imagined that whole thing in just under a minute. You must've looked so dumb just staring at him blankly while your mind was in a completely different place. Your face only got redder as you envisioned what you looked like.