"Thank you, sir." Deep said, and Homelander nodded.
With that, the meeting was over.
"You're getting out of your shell, darlin." John said with a sly grin.
"I'm just getting used to my place. Wouldn't want your right hand actin' like a total numbnut." I said, holding my head high.
"True. Just don't forget your place is beside me." He replied in a low tone.
"Yes, sir." I said back and got up from my chair.
"Show me where your place is, birdy." He demanded, and I slowly walked over to him. Letting my hand slide along his shoulders before sitting down on his lap.
I could feel him tense up below me and hold onto his neck.
"My place. Is whereever you say it is." I whispered in his ear, softly brushing his cheek with my lips as I leaned back again.
"That's right, birdy." He whispered back. "Get on the table." He demanded, sitting up and throwing me off his lap.
I crawled onto the table and propped myself up with my underarms.
He took a step back and looked at me.
"Like what you're seeing?" I asked and posed a bit for him.
He opened his mouth to replied Instead, he licked his lips and nodded while shifting from one foot to the other.
"Looks like it." I teased as my eyes lingered on his buldge.
I shifted on the table, trying not to look needy and failing miserably.
"Why don't you come over here, and I'll take care of that for you?" I asked, sitting back up on the table.
Without so much of a shaky breath, John stepped closer to the table. He put one gloved hand on top of my chest and pushed me back down.
"I can take care of myself, darlin." He said darkly.
We broke the table. Some walls and part of the door. After we were done, we just left, like nothing happened...
until we got back to our apartment.
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Jealousy Isn't A Good Look On You
FanfictionI do not own any of the characters. Y/n are a supe. But not a famous one, that didn't work out. Now you are one of the sevens PAs. Maybe, briefly The Deep will fight for you. But you know... its Homelander. It always will be.
