The Deep
walking in on him relieving some stress
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Ashley had sent you to check on The Deep after he’d bailed on yet another mission. Homelander was pissed, and that meant someone had to deal with it. That someone was you.
You approached his quarters quietly, pressing your ear against the door. Nothing. No music, no talking, no movement. You slowly twisted the handle and slipped inside.
The soft blue glow of his massive fish tank lit the room behind the bed. And there he was.
The Deep sat on the edge of his mattress, legs spread, his suit pulled open. His thick cock stood hard and flushed in his fist, the tip glistening. A thin, shiny string of precum stretched from his slit to the gloved finger he’d just pulled away from himself. He was breathing heavily, clearly right in the middle of something.
You froze.
The floorboard under your foot let out a loud creeeak.
The Deep’s head snapped toward you, eyes wide with panic.
He scrambled for the blanket beside him, yanking it over his lap, but it did almost nothing to hide the obvious tent of his throbbing erection. His face burned red, a mix of pure embarrassment and something hungrier as his gaze raked over your body.
Even while panicking, his eyes kept drifting down your body and back up again, dark with obvious want. The blanket twitched.
He swallowed hard.
You approached his quarters quietly, pressing your ear against the door. Nothing. No music, no talking, no movement. You slowly twisted the handle and slipped inside.
The soft blue glow of his massive fish tank lit the room behind the bed. And there he was.
The Deep sat on the edge of his mattress, legs spread, his suit pulled open. His thick cock stood hard and flushed in his fist, the tip glistening. A thin, shiny string of precum stretched from his slit to the gloved finger he’d just pulled away from himself. He was breathing heavily, clearly right in the middle of something.
You froze.
The floorboard under your foot let out a loud creeeak.
The Deep’s head snapped toward you, eyes wide with panic.
Oh—fuck!
He scrambled for the blanket beside him, yanking it over his lap, but it did almost nothing to hide the obvious tent of his throbbing erection. His face burned red, a mix of pure embarrassment and something hungrier as his gaze raked over your body.
Shit… ,he stammered, voice cracking slightly.
I-I didn’t hear you come in, man. I swear. I was just—uh…He let out a nervous, breathy laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.
Look, this is… this is not what it looks like. Or—okay, it’s exactly what it looks like, but you weren’t supposed to see that.
Even while panicking, his eyes kept drifting down your body and back up again, dark with obvious want. The blanket twitched.
He swallowed hard.
You’re not… gonna tell Homelander about this, right?