Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

13 | The Offer

As the last remnants of dinner were cleared away, Homelander leaned back in his chair, his intense blue eyes locked onto you. The playful smile on his lips hinted at the mix of thoughts running through his mind. The meal had been a success, but there was still an air of unfinished business between you.

"How are you feeling about everything?" Homelander asked, his voice soft but insistent. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table.

You felt your cheeks heat up, the question catching you off guard. Your mind raced back to the intimacy of your earlier encounter, the way he had made you feel things you never knew you could experience. "I... I'm not sure," you replied honestly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It was... a lot."

Homelander's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. "A lot of good, I hope?" he teased, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze directly. "Yes, it was good," you admitted, your shyness making you look down at your hands. The memories of his touch, his kisses, his intense gaze were still fresh, and they made your heart race just thinking about them.

He leaned back, his confidence and ease evident in his posture. "You know, I could introduce you to so much more," he said, his tone dropping to a more serious note. "There's a whole world of pleasure out there that you haven't even begun to explore."

You swallowed hard, your nervousness intensifying. The idea of more, of deeper and potentially overwhelming experiences, was both thrilling and terrifying. "I... I don't know if I'm ready for that," you confessed, your voice trembling slightly.

Homelander's smile didn't waver. Instead, he leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you were truly feeling. "You don't have to decide right now," he said gently. "Just think about it. I won't push you into anything you're not ready for."

The sincerity in his voice was comforting, but your shyness and fear of the unknown still held you back. "I'll think about it," you said, managing to look up and meet his gaze. The vulnerability in your eyes was clear, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something tender in his expression.

Homelander nodded, his demeanor shifting back to its usual cocky confidence. "Good. That's all I ask." He stood up, stretching his arms above his head. "Now, how about we plan our date? Any ideas?"

You hesitated, then spoke up. "I'd like to go to the movie theater."

Homelander's eyes lit up. "The theater, huh? How about the one at Vought Tower? We use it for premiere nights, but I'm sure they can make an exception for me. We'd have the whole place to ourselves. No crowds, no interruptions. Just you and me."

Your eyes lit up at the thought of not having to be around people. "That sounds... really nice," you admitted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Great," he said, a satisfied grin on his face. "How about Saturday night? That's in three days."

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Saturday night works for me."

"Perfect," he said. "I'll be busy with interviews and filming for the next few days, but here." He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. "Give me your number. We can text or call if you need anything."

Your heart skipped a beat as you entered your number into his phone. This was the first time a guy who was interested in you had given you his number. It felt surreal.

Homelander took his phone back, his fingers brushing against yours. "Thanks for tonight," he said, his voice softening just a bit. "The food was great, and the company was even better." He paused, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "And I'm proud of you for showing a bit more confidence tonight."

You blushed, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Thank you," you said shyly.

He moved toward the door, turning back to give you one last smile. "See you Saturday," he said, his tone playful. "And don't be a stranger. Text me."

With that, he was gone, leaving you standing there with a whirlwind of emotions. You had a lot to think about, but one thing was certain: you were looking forward to Saturday more than you ever thought possible.

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