Got Milk? | Homelander x Reader

31 | Bond

The morning light streamed through the curtains as you awoke, a soft glow bathing the room in warmth. Last night's memories lingered in your mind—the intensity of Homelander's presence, the way his touch ignited your senses, and the quiet moments you shared afterward, wrapped in the comfort of each other's company.

You stretched lazily, feeling a pleasant soreness in your limbs. A smile tugged at your lips as you recalled Homelander's whispered promises and the way his eyes had softened with something that felt achingly like affection.

After freshening up, you found yourself padding into the kitchen to make coffee. As the aroma filled the air, you couldn't help but wonder what Homelander was doing right now. You had grown accustomed to his sporadic appearances and unpredictable schedule, but there was a growing part of you that longed for consistency—a desire to understand the man behind the hero.

Just as you were lost in thought, your phone buzzed, breaking the silence. You picked it up, heart fluttering at the sight of Homelander's name on the screen.

Homelander: "Good morning, sweetheart. Hope you slept well. Busy morning, but I'd love to see you tonight if you're free."

The simple text sent a thrill through you, a reminder of the connection that was blossoming between you. You quickly typed a reply, your fingers dancing over the keys with anticipation.

You: "I'd love that. What time?"

You bit your lip as you waited for his response. Moments later, the phone buzzed again.

Homelander: "I'll pick you up at 7. Can't wait to see you."

With plans set for the evening, you spent the day engrossed in your work, finding solace in the routine tasks that kept your mind occupied. Yet, every so often, thoughts of Homelander would sneak in, leaving you with a sense of excitement mixed with the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

As the clock ticked toward evening, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, deliberating over what to wear. You settled on a dress that was both elegant and comfortable, its soft fabric hugging your curves in all the right places. After adding a touch of makeup and styling your hair, you took a moment to appreciate your reflection. You felt confident and beautiful, ready for whatever the night might bring.

At precisely 7 o'clock, a familiar knock sounded at your door. You opened it to find Homelander standing there, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever in his iconic suit. His gaze traveled over you, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his lips.

"You look stunning," he said, his voice warm and genuine.

"Thank you," you replied, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "You're not so bad yourself."

He chuckled, offering you his arm. "Shall we?"

You nodded, locking the door behind you as you stepped into the evening air. The city was alive with its usual hustle and bustle, but as you walked beside Homelander, the chaos seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

As you arrived at the restaurant, you were greeted with an intimate ambiance—dim lighting, soft music playing in the background, and the gentle clinking of glasses and cutlery. Homelander had arranged for a private booth, ensuring that your evening would be free from prying eyes and unwanted attention.

Over dinner, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You shared stories from your past, each revelation met with genuine curiosity and understanding. Homelander listened intently, his focus solely on you, and for the first time, you felt like you were truly getting to know the man behind the supe.