My sweet temptation
P: Homelander alpha x Y/N !fem omega
(My native language isn't English, so sorry if the words sound strange. This is my first fanfic, so please forgive me if Homelander isn't like the one in the series.)
Pd: Y/n's pheromones are vanilla, although Homelander's pheromones are left to your imagination (although I think his scent would be warm milk?).
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Y/n worked in a small coffee shop on the outskirts of the city. It was a quiet place, full of warm tones, with warm lights. You wore a brown apron and ribbons in your hair, you prepared lattes with different figures in the foam, and you sold decorated cookies. You had chosen this spot outside the city because it was the quietest thing an omega could have, your vanilla pheromone filling the entire coffee shop.
One rainy afternoon, he walked in.
Homelander wore civilian clothes: dark jeans, an impeccable white shirt, and a jacket that concealed his overly straight posture. He had flown over the area by chance when the scent hit him full-on. It was sweet, soft, warm, and completely opposite to everything he knew. He sat in the corner, ordered a glass of warm milk, and during that entire time, he didn't stop looking at you.
—Here you go, sir. Have a nice day— you said kindly, without having the slightest idea of who he was. Homelander only looked at the milk, but his blue eyes shone far too intensely. He finished his milk and left, but your scent stayed engraved in him, and from that moment on, he watched you.
He flew in silence over the city and followed you from a distance. He learned your complete routines: what time you left the small apartment you shared with a roommate, how you walked toward the coffee shop humming songs, and even your favorite shoes.
Homelander always asked himself in an annoyed tone, how could an alpha like him feel something for a simple, silly omega? And how he hid in the shadows just to watch her. Although the vanilla scent calmed him, he wanted to bring her close, mark her, and have her all to himself.
Y/n started to notice that a very handsome, tall, and blonde customer appeared more and more at the coffee shop, and he always ordered the same thing: warm milk. He would sit at the same table and look at her with an intensity that made you nervous, but also made your heart race. He was polite, had a slightly deep and confident voice, and when he smiled, he seemed to have almost sharp fangs. He never told her his real name at first. He only called himself “John.”
— You're very good at this— he told her one afternoon while she drew a smiley face in the foam. —Everything you touch looks... sweeter— You could only nod with a slight blush.
—Thank you, but it's just practice—
Little by little, John started to stay longer. They spoke about simple things: old movies, the weather, the way she decorated the cookies. He listened with absolute attention, as if every word of hers was the most important thing in the universe. He knew she was an omega because of the scent, even though she used mild suppressors.
One day, you had a bad shift, a rude alpha customer who raised his voice when you made a mistake on an order. When the guy left, you stayed quiet thinking about things, when you heard a familiar voice. —Are you okay sweet?— he asked in a low voice, but this time his scent seemed heavier.
—Yes, it was just a rough day— you said as you got up from the floor. He stepped closer than usual. His scent of burnt apple pie wrapped around you like a heavy, warm blanket. By instinct, you leaned a bit toward him. Homelander smiled with satisfaction. From that day on, he started to frequent the coffee shop almost every day.
He would bring you small flowers and once he even walked you home (even though he already knew the way by heart).
Y/n fell in love slowly, but deeply fell in love with the way "John" made her feel safe, how he looked at her as if she were the only valuable thing in the world, and how his scent calmed her even on her most anxious days. You didn't know yet that he was Homelander, the hero from Vought. One night, while she was closing the coffee shop, John waited for her outside with an umbrella. —Y/n— he said softly, using her name for the first time without her having given it to him that afternoon. —Would you like to have dinner with me?—You looked at him, having almost already wished that he would say that to you, so you nodded.
—Yes… I would love to, John—
Homelander smiled, this time with true satisfaction, and thought to himself that he already has you close, soon he would have her completely, and because you are innocent and naive as always, you could only think about how beautiful it was to feel looked at in that way.