Art Dump

Epilogue

It’s been some time since Shroud’s attack, and so much has happened since then. Just like I had hoped SDN employees got a juicy check after saving the city, Z-team got a slight bonus since we took down Red Ring and fought Shroud which we so earned.

I used that money to get me a better, newly renovated place with a pretty nice view of the city from the balcony. Everyone wanted to throw a housewarming party for me but I knew it was just an excuse for us to party again. After some help with moving boxes and furniture, Punch Up immediately pulled out the drinks.

“Alright, let’s get it started!” He cheered as Malevola pulled snacks out of a portal.

“You guys didn’t bring a crap ton of lamps did you?” I joked, referring to Robert’s party.

“Only food, drinks, and good vibes, babe. Oh, and this.” Mal patted me on the head and handed me a large wine bottle with her tail. “Got you the good stuff.”

I placed the bottle down on the kitchen bar, next to the knife set Coupé and Punch Up brought, and the knitted blanket from Herman’s grandmother. The guests of the party were simply the Z-team. I invited Coupé and Phenomaman as well so that Coupé could feel welcomed back into the group, and Phenomaman looked like he needed some friends. That and Robert requested that I invite him in his absence since he and Mandy had other plans.

As music played in the background we all swapped between dancing and talking in different groups. Several beer bottles were placed on surfaces throughout the apartment, Prism did a brief video for her social media stories, and passing glances were shared between Herman and me occasionally.

We both agreed to keep our relationship within ourselves for the time being since we wanted some time of peace before announcing anything. Yeah, our friends will make a fuss regardless of when we tell them, but why not enjoy the quiet while it lasts?

“So have you two fucked yet or what?”

Visi’s sudden question and appearance caused me to choke on my drink.

“First of all, we’re not even dating.” I lied “Second of all—“

“Bullshit. Waterboy is talking to Phenomaman, his favorite hero that he’s such a big fan of that he turns into a stuttering mess. And yet he’s looking at you the way Robert looks at Blazer.” Visi points at Herman, who takes notice and immediately turns back to Phenomaman. “If you two aren’t actually dating yet then it’s time to wake up.”

“Waterboy has a bit of a staring problem, we all know that…” I deflected while going in for another sip.

“You guys are hopeless…”

Yup. This was the kind of behavior I’m trying to avoid, between Visi prying into people's personal lives, Prism trying to nudge us together, and the teasing Herman gets from Sonar and Flambae. We may just have to cave in far sooner than expected.

Once everything died down and it got dark outside, most went home while some stayed to bum around a bit longer. Phenomaman hovered hunched over in a corner and ate the basket of melons he had originally offered as a gift, Mal watched over a knocked-out Sonar, and Herman volunteered to help me clean up.

“Come on, dude! Wake up!” Mal shook the sleeping bat that finally opened up his eyes.

“Ugh…just give me a minute” Sonar groaned.

“We can’t just stay at her place forever man, that goes for you too big guy.” Mal pointed at Phenomaman who floated in my direction.

“I appreciate you inviting me to this housewarming festivity, I may have snacked on your gift.” He attempted to hand me the basket of arranged fruit.

“It’s alright man, you can keep it.”

I didn’t really want the basket in the first place. It’s not like I’m not a fan of melons or anything, but it was mostly the green ones and those edible arrangements baskets are usually bad by the time you get them.

“Thank you. Hopefully next time we can all play Magic the Gathering!”

“Maybe, Wateryboy is still helping me build a deck.”

Phenomaman followed Mal and Sonar out of the apartment leaving just me and Herman. We both plopped onto the couch with a huge sigh, and the back of my shirt began to soak from leaning on him.

“God I wasn’t expecting it to last this long, we started the party before noon!”

“Well, you know our friends like to party.” Herman chuckled. “W-was Visi interrogating you again?”

“Ugh, yes! Just once I want all of us in one space where we’re not being bothered about our relationship.”

“Should we uh…should we just tell them?”

I hummed, thinking back to when I considered the same thing. “I want at least our first date first, we held off on it for so long due to our schedules and also the whole…” I gesture to the apartment. “…moving thing.”

“Not to worry, I have it all planned out for next weekend!”

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow in intrigue. “Just what do you have planned, Hermie?”

“It is a-a surprise, all you have to do is look pretty…which you’re pretty good at already.”

“Please, I’m not that good.” I snorted

We just had to last a week…

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It was evening, just an hour until our first date. Everything else was ready, my finest perfume, I wore a dark blue romper with patterned stockings and my strappy platforms, some jewelry, and I even styled my hair into wet curls. I started my makeup with some matching eyeshadow and just some clear lip gloss, there was just one little problem. I paced around in front of my vanity desk, a gift from Prism, while holding a little black pencil.

“You can do this Jenn, it's just eyeliner!”

I approached the mirror again and held the pencil up to my eye, freezing an inch away. After struggling yet again I backed away. I’ve never worn makeup, ever. It’s not like I don’t like makeup, I just never felt the need to wear it. Until now.

“All you have to do is look pretty.”

I know what he said after that, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s not just my first date with Herman but my first date period and I need to look my best! I didn’t care about my looks before because all I cared about was what I do, then I was forced to wear a suit that covered my entire body. Because who needs to keep up appearances when you wear a helmet and a full body suit all the time right?! I spiraled for a bit longer until I finally built up the courage to use the eyeliner.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. They were a little uneven but not too noticeable, now all that’s left is the mascara and— *Knock Knock Knock* Shit.

“Heeeeey,” I spoke in a flirty tone to hide my anxiety while leaning against the door.

Herman stood before me with his goggles high on his head. He wore a white button-down that was soaked and would’ve left nothing to the imagination if it weren’t for the blazer he wore over it, which matched my romper, which, funnily enough, wasn’t planned. He had a tie that hung loosely from his neck, he could never get the hang of tying that thing but it’s nice that he tried. His shirt was tucked neatly into his slacks and he had black dress shoes.

The next thing I noticed was the bouquet of blue and white flowers already arranged in a vase and wrapped in a bow. He handed them to me without a word, completely speechless from my look. Here I was stressing about an hour ago when he’s now looking me up and down.

I held the vase in one hand and his face with my other hand. “Awww you got me flowers? You’re so sweet~”

He nodded, face red as a tomato, and steam rising as his mind probably filled with all sorts of thoughts. I walked away and placed the vase on the coffee table, my absence snapping him back to reality.

“Ah! Y-yeah I uh…I made—arranged the bouquet myself. My grandma loved f-flowers and I liked taking care of them, she said I should get you some.”

“Well your grandma made the right call, these look beautiful.” I grabbed my clutch purse and gave Herman a smooch and a smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I caressed his face as I closed the door. “I’m ready for our surprise date.”

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We arrived at a nearby Italian restaurant. Herman has some great memory because he mentioned the one off time months ago when I mentioned really liking Italian food. I walked up to the door but was stopped by Herman, he opened up the door and I snickered to myself. Of course, I have to let him be a gentleman and open the door for me.

“Thanks, Hermie.” I nodded and walked inside.

We were guided to our table, a booth, and sat across from each other. We ordered wine and our food and got to chatting immediately.

“I gotta learn how to knit next time I visit you and your grandma.” I sipped my wine.

“She would love that, she has plenty of practice—knowledge that she’s willing to share.”

“Just you wait Hermie, one day you’ll have a sweater made by yours…truly.”

I trailed off when I noticed a familiar couple getting led to their table. Herman took notice and turned to look, sharing the same expression I made. Robert and Mandy. Most likely on a date as well. We’re on a date at the same restaurant Mecha Man and Blonde Blazer are on a date at. Ok yeah, they’re our friends, we see them every day at work but even people can geek out over their celebrity friends right?

They must’ve noticed us staring because Mandy got Robert’s attention. He turned, chuckled along with Mandy, and raised his glass. We raised ours back and swapped our focus back to our own date. We geeked out for a little bit longer before finally getting to dessert.

“So, that little…teleport thing that you do. How uh how does that work?”

“I don’t really know,” I scooped some of the crème brûlée with my spoon. “I think it’s like the flash move in League of Legends but I can spam it.”

“That’s…a comparison.” Herman laughed and got his own spoonful of our shared dessert.

“It was the first thing I thought of! I pouted.

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With our dessert finished and Herman paying the check it was time to leave. We waved to Robert and Mandy and gave a silent plea not let our secret out. When we got to the door we saw that it was raining outside, not pouring but we were definitely going to get soaked. Well, I was, Herman’s already there.

“Whelp, there goes the time I spent on makeup.”

I wasn’t afraid of getting wet, my boyfriend was always wet. It was my makeup I was worried about. Suddenly, I felt the weight of something wet on my shoulders. It was Herman’s blazer.

“You can use this to cover—shield yourself, I’m already wet anyway.”

I was right, his white shirt left nothing to the imagination. But it’ll do me no good just standing here staring when others could get a look too.

“Thanks. Let’s get home quickly.”

I walked inside my apartment while Herman stopped at the door like a vampire waiting to be invited, fiddling with his fingers.

“Herm?”

“I d-didn’t know if— I just thought that—“

I walked back towards him and held his chin with my hand. “Yknow, you’re free to stay a bit longer, maybe even…” I bit my lip while looking at his chest then back up at him. “…spend the night.”

His face turned red, catching what I was suggesting. “I-I suppose I could, Grandma is out of town so…”

“Get in here.”

I pulled him in by his tie, causing him to yelp. I slammed the front door shut and dragged him into the bedroom without any objections. I was going to be well hydrated after this.

There was someone in the locker room. And the Rec room. And the bathroom. There were more people in the building at the break of dawn than there ever had been in your five years working this hell of a job. Leaving you and Herm hunched over the lunch table, having a disgruntled coffee and sharing a packet of twinkies while everyone filtered in. Mr. Whiskey offered you a shot of bourbon. You almost took it. Robert shot you a raised eyebrow while stealing all the sugar packets. You let your head hit the deck, Herm employing full puppy dog eyes as he went to pat your back, but pulling away at the last second. Your uniform had only just dried.

"Damn, you look like shit"

You glared, turning your head towards Prism who was smiling brightly. Too brightly for six o'clock on a Monday morning. Kicking the vending machine just right to dislodge a protein bar, ripping it in half and tossing it towards Flambae who caught it with ease. Moving to lean against the wall beside her. Robert hovering, unsure if you could handle this one on your own or if he might be needed for backup sarcasm.

"Thanks, Prism. Really encouraging"

That came out harsher than you intended. But you had just spent the last two days in a state of self enforced edging, and frankly, you had every right to be crabby. Wet hands just sat there... on the table...doing nothing. Just flexing and dripping and so fucking big. And not on you.

Flambae whistled through his teeth, or lack there of.

"Oooh snappy. You need to get laid"

I'm trying.

You crushed your empty coffee cup in your hand, scrapping your chair back noisily as you stood up, throwing it away with an equal amount of aggression. Waving over your shoulder, avoiding Herm's eyes. You were both on the clock now. The opportunity had passed. So you made for the door.

"Have a great day everyone"

A wet hand grabbed your shoulder, then quickly retreated. Nervously handing over a tea towel. Your shoulder wasn't even that wet. A few stray drops, but he couldn't bring himself to get you wet. Well, other than your-

"I'll-we can-meet-I'll meet you after...work?"

You just held the tea towel, finding a corner and clearing a spot on his cheek, leaving a soft kiss there. Drying your hands from where they had rested on his wet shoulder, pulling him down to your level. He was too tall for his own good. You were very proud at yourself for holding back. Just one kiss. The urge to pin him to the wall or the floor held back by tense muscles and unwanted eyes.

"Yes, please"

Your voice was desperate, a plea more than an awnser. You handed him back the towel, and then you were off. Back to your desk to ignore the squirming in your stomach, the goosebumps on your skin. That video burned into your eyelids, flashing in beautiful technicolour every time you blinked. Mumblings behind you getting quieter with each step.

So, when are you going to hit that, waterbitch?

Not-It's none-none of your business.

The shift had never gone slower.

Your whole body wound up like a spring. Just one crank of the handle, and you would burst out embarrassingly quickly.

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And oh, how he cranked that handle.

"Lunch-lunch breaks aren't-they're technically not c-company time. They-they're personal time so-"

"You've convinced me"

He had pulled you aside as soon as you had clocked in for lunch. Headphone slipping off and hovering hands ushering you into the elevator, down, down, down to the basement. To the old meeting rooms that hadn't been touched in years. Sat up on a dusty table, leaning over you, between your legs and kissing you with such hunger, you were convinced you were on that days lunch menu.

You cupped his face, pulling him closer and pulling those goggles off. His hands gripping the wooden edge. Water pooling and dripping onto old carpet. You whined. You needed him closer, on you, in you, around you. Everywhere. Wrapping your legs around his thighs, holding him tight as he resisted. Distance still far too great for your liking.

"Your-the-uniform...your uniform will be-"

You groaned. Stupid clothes, stupid water, stupid...no, sweet Herm. Thinking ahead to you having to spend the rest of the awkwardly shift explaining why your were soaked through.

If the clothes where the issue then...

You pushed him back, just enough to pull off your shirt, skirt, shoes, and socks, throwing them towards a stack of chairs. Landing on the top and safe from any water splatters, any puddles, any ounce of water damage that could possibly hold him back from you any longer.

You settled back onto the table, arms wrapping around his shoulders, legs locking around his thighs.

"There...now, where were we?"

He was frozen. Eyes wide. Scanning miles of soft flesh just...there, out in the open, right in front of him. Hands lifting from the table, sliding up your thighs, over cotton underwear and gripping your hips. Your waist. Water dripping in a soft trickle, a shiver running up your spine. There was no need to hold back anymore.

And he didn't.

Head burried in your neck. Lapping and sucking. Biting at your shoulders, groaning into your skin your bare skin. Fingers gripping and pulling. Closer and closer. Until he was pressed against every inch of you. Rutting and rolling. Panting as his water soaked into your bra, your underwear. Completely and utterly claimed by him.

"Fuck, Herm. This....this is going to be embarrassingly quick. I've-fuck-been thinking of you for days"

A wet hand travelled down your thigh, under you knee. Lifting and spreading.

"Think-thinking about what...e-exactly?"

Fingertips tickling goose pimpled flesh, thumbs hooking under cotton. Fingers so close, it was torture. Some sick and twisted torture.

"How nice your hand looks when-shit-when it's sliding up and down you. So...big and-and pretty-fuck, Herm"

His thumb rubbed against your hip bone. Trailing down and inwards, but never touching the true wetness of his making. Not yet at least. So you groaned. Quickly turning into a whimpering moan as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone, reaching out your hand to cup him. Only semi hard but shit...so big.

"Can I..."

He choked back a desperate sound, gripping your wrist and pulling it away. Returning your hand to his neck, gripping at wet strands and tugging. Hips rolling desperately, seeking his touch. But he held firm.

"L-later? It will-I'll make mess-a mess. It-it builds up when I don't-if I don't...for a while"

You stilled, looking up at half lidded eyes. Manic with lust and yet still so reserved, in control. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He had thought about non-stop for two days straight. How he would play you like his guitar. Strumming you just right, hearing every note, every sound. The flick of his fingers, his tongue, planned down to the last second. He wanted you, and he knew exactly how he wanted to take you.

"You waited"

He lapped at your pulse point, thumb wandering. Brushing over your wet lips. Smearing slick juices up and down until the pad white pad was soaked.

"Of course...you asked me to"

All the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. Losing oxygen so fast, the only place you could find it was in his neck. Gasping and biting, probably harder than you should. But his suit had a turtle neck, and surely you didn't have the bite strength to leave a mark through it....right?

"Do you always do as your told?"

His thumb slipped between the folds, finding your clit. A Sweet little button to be circled and played with. Strumming away until you were a sobbing mess. Needing more, just that bit more. Those fingers, those god dam long fingers. Still gloved and yet so nimble.

"When-if I'm-if you ask nicely"

You didn't need to be told twice. Bucking into his hand, knot in your stomach building and building.

"Can-fuck-can you...please? Been waiting so long for you"

His hand retreated. You cried out, hiding the sound against wet fabric.

"Of-of course"

And then it was back. Pearly white teeth tugging off his glove, throwing it to the floor as he slipped back inside. Swirling around you clit, sliding into your heat. One finger, two. Curling just right. Palm rubbing and pressing until it was too much, all too much. Knot unravelling, legs shaking. Pulling his fingers in deeper. Held so tightly he had to stop moving. Just curling against the same spot until you were whining and sobbing, pulling away from his touch.

Your underwear was ruined.

But it was good. So good it made your stomach ache, your thighs burn. You pulled him down for a messy kiss. Sucking down his water, refreshing and calming. Clit aching for more. But you couldn't, could you?

"How...how much break time do we have left?"

Herm cleared his throat. Leaving for just a moment, finding your phone from where it had fallen from your pocket and onto the floor. tapping the screen with a clean finger, before returning. Hands on your thighs, eyes locked onto ruined underwear. Your bra strangely surviving, if a bit damp.

"Just-just enough to-a bit more-I can..."

Then he was on the floor. Kneeling as he slipped off sodden cotton, letting it hang off his wrist, your thighs resting on his shoulders. Lapping at the sticky mess. Tongue broad and flat. Nose nudging your oversensitive clit with every movement.

"H-herm...fuck"

It felt good, so fucking good. But it was too soon. You couldn't, not again. You were both thankful and disappointed when he pulled away, standing up with a crack of his knees. They shouldn't be cracking, he was too young for knee cracks. Smiling brightly as he unzipped his suit, just enough to press your panties inside, tucked into his own sodden boxers. A human washing machine.

You did leave a mark.

"I-um...I'm use to-I'm good at -I clean-always clean up my messes"

"That you do"

He helped you to your feet. Suddenly acting shy at the sight of your naked form. Blushing and rushing out to the nearest supply closet, finding some paper towels to dry off and and get re-dressed. Going commando for the rest of the shift because of him. His hands kept trying to reach out for your hips, gulping with eyes locked on the skirt. Brown fabric hiding you away.

He cleared his throat, breaking out of his trance and pointing towards the door.

"They...they had sandwiches in the-in the cafeteria. We have enough-just enough time to..."

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good"

You had never been hungrier.

"Stay still"

He was sat in the bath, suit and all, goggles left in the living room with the chips and dip. His water swirled down the drain as Prism sat on the edge, thighs spread, his back neatly tucked in between them. Digging her fingers into a giant bowl of Knox Gelatine mix and smearing it over his wet locks. Pushing everything back with a comb.

"Yeah waterbitch, stay still"

Flambae was sat on cold tiles, making sparks with his fingers as Malevola sat behind him on the closed toilet lid. French braiding long hair into two strands. So soft in her hands. It was so fucking unfair that he had such healthy hair with all the heat damage it endured. He didn't even use product.

Herm reached up, scooping a glob of the gel that was dripping down his neck. Squashing it between his gloved fingers.

"It-it's so...sticky"

Prism smacked his shoulder with the comb. He stilled, hands falling into his lap. The gel wasn't melting off. Water mearly beading around it.

"Yeah, imagine having it all over your fucking hands"

She kept combing and smoothing. Twirling soft waves through her fingers. A sticky, stinky mess of cow carcase the only thing managing to give him him some kind of style. She just hoped it was all worth it.

"This club better be fucking banging Mal"

She looked over at the taller woman, hairties held between her teeth, fighting the last few strands into submission. She pointed her comb towards them, a glob of gel flying of and landing on Flambae's thigh with a hiss.

"It is. And, hero's get in free"

Flambae englufed his thigh in flames, burning off the offending gell, the burst of light illuminating his smirk.

"Alright, Wet wipe, looks like you're getting in for free"

Herm frowned, the group around him bursting out in laughter. Prism pushing his head down and to the side, pulling ginger hair behind his ears, smoothing it into the rest of her creation.

He wrung his hands in his lap, looking down at the white fibreglass. Stained blue and pink in barley there patches. A good man amongst villains. The sore thumb sticking out to anyone who knew them. But they all worked at the SDN. Side by side in the good fight. They were all the same now, right?

"We-we all can-are getting in for-for free. You guys-you-you're all hero's...too"

Mal scoffed. Pulling one tie free, finally finished one side of black locks.

"Yeah right-"

Herm cut her off. The day just gone flashing before his eyes. Him and Flambae getting people out from under crushed cars, helping them into ambulances and clearing the roads. Him and Prism saving people trapped on the first floor of a warehouse fire, terrified and sobbing as her voice was so soft and soothing, helping them onto her light platform's as he doused the flames. And him and Malevola gathering zoo animals on the loose, guiding them through portals, away from pedestrian's and back to safety. The tiger was so cute. When it wasn't baring its giant teeth.

"No....no you are you-all of you-you're...heros. I see what you do-we all do, every day. Help-helping people. And-and that makes you a hero, not...nothing else. Just...just helping...people"

The room was silent, Prism's hands stilling. He wanted to lift his head and look around at their reactions. Was it good or bad? Did he say something wrong? Did he upset them? Oh God, did he blow it? Just as they had let him in?

Prism broke the silence, finally. Clearing her throat and letting Herm's head go to scoop up more mix. Throwing it down with a wet plop.

"Looking good, Flambae. Really makes your jaw pop"

He didn't miss a beat, turning his head from side to side as Herm was finally able to look up. His tongue flicking out with a spark, shooting a wink Herm's way.

"I know, I'm fucking hot"

Herm couldn't help but smile. Tension melting, Prism finishing up with a flare, sparkles appearing before his eyes. He tilted his head back, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"How...how do I-does it-do I look...good?"

She was frozen, just admiring her own handy work with a smug smile, rainbows dancing across his face. He gulped and looked away, over at Mal and Flambae, who were equally still. Star stuck almost. His hair pushed back and up, full of volume with a few stray strands framing his face, curled into loose spirals. Eyes sparkling like a cartoon.

"...I want you to know, I'm trying so fucking hard right now not to pop a boner"

Mal slapped Flambae in the back of the head, hard enough to pull an annoyed grunt from his chest, pushing him forwards so she could stand up, bare feet padding across the titled floor. Her job done, the night now able to begin.

Flambae was hot on her heels, literally and figuratively. Chatter about Vodka vs Fireball echoing down the hall. Pre-game mixers sure to knock Herm flat on his ass before he even got to the club on their way to being prepared.

"That is disgusting. I need a drink"

Prism took the opportunity to free herself from her cramped position. Washing her hands with a wrinkled nose. Gelatin peeling off long fingers as he stood up and out of the bath, looking into the mirror for the first time. Stood just beside her as she dried her hands.

He looked so...different. Good different. His eyes looked wider, softer and bluer. His jaw and nose so defined and sharp. Cheeks still flushed, but somehow accentuating his face. Complimenting his pale skin to make him seem....almost handsome.

"Thanks-thank you, Miss Prism. I really like-love-I love it"

She stood up on her tip toes, smoothing out a stray tuff on his temple. A flush barely visible on her skin. More heat than colour. Flattered and thankful that her efforts weren't in vain. He did look good, damn good.

"Don't you ever doubt my styling abilities again. Now...let's get you into some latex"

She smacked his arm, laughing heavily at the way it made him jump, before pulling him off towards her room. Closet full of possibilities just waiting to dress that lanky body.

"What-how did-what did..."

Herm was standing in the locker room. Listening to you hiss as you peeled off your suit. Blood and dirt stuck to it. Revealing waves of tattered skin. Deep cuts mixed with small scrapes. Up and down your arms, your legs, your back. Dragged ass backwards through a hedge by someone's pet mountain lion. Honestly, you were just lucky you didn't lose an eye.

You smiled at him over your shoulder, stuffing your suit into your locker, you'd deal with it tomorrow, moving to dig out some street clothes.

"I'm fine. Just a few scrapes. Robert said I can rest until the end of the day so, I'm going home"

He took a few hesitant steps forward. Why did you have so many empty Twinkie packets? You didn't even like them.

"But...it looks-you look-sore, it looks sore"

You shrugged, taking out the empty packets, finding sonars locker and keying in his combination. He could have them. As a gift.

"It is. Hurts like a bitch but what can you do. Kisses don't cure everything"

You moved back to your locker. Where the fuck was your shirt?

A few more steps. A hesitant hand. Reaching out for your shoulder, dripping just shy of your skin.

"Can-I might be able to-Blazer taught me this...this thing"

You shrugged, again. Still digging, still distracted. Your bones hurt, and your mind was fuzzy. Each cut stung and throbbed, each movement was like pulling teeth. Jaw clenching through it. Just thinking about your soft bed, the half a cheesecake still left in the fridge. Pyjamas and sleep. Oh, sleep sounded so good.

"Knock yourself out. But I don't know what can be do-shit!"

His lips were so soft and wet. Open mouthed and dripping down your back. Drenching a cut on your shoulder, moving up your neck and down your spine. You gripped at your locker door. Body on fire and then soothed. Soothed so well you saw stars. His hands gripping your hips. Soaking through your underwear as those lips kept travelling, kept moving. Working on the deeper cuts with lapping licks that made your whole body shiver.

"That's, um, that's cool. You just...just learn that, huh?"

He hummed, moving down, kneeling behind you. Puddle pooling under your bare feet. Lips on the small of your back, the tops of your thighs. Over and up and around. Covering as much area as he could. Tugging on your hips until you turned around. Moving back up your thighs.

"F-fuck...ok I think-shit-I think you got them all tiger"

You gripped at his hair. He pulled your fingers free. Kissed the rope burn off your palms. Lapping at your wrists.

"No, I-um-I can see...see one here"

He let your hands return, fresh healed skin gripping at wet strands. Lifting your thigh, just enough to hook over his shoulder. Lips finding it, hiden under soft cotton.

"Oh f-fuck, ok. Yeah, yep, there's-shit-there's still one there. I see it now"

Water dripping down your thighs, mouth open, and tongue prodding. Nose nudging at cotton until it shifted, yielded. Making way for his lips to latch around your clit. Then suck and lap, sweet water swelling around the sensitive nub until you were thankful for hero strength, holding you up as your whole body shook. Biting at your palm, pushing his head closer and closer. Looking up at you with beautiful blue eyes, hidden behind those stupid goggles.

Your fingers fumbled, pulling them off, letting them hook around your thumb as you muffled a string of moans. Hips bucking and squirming as he lapped it all up, giving your clit a break, but slipping his tongue inside. A second wave hitting. Too much too soon.

You whimpered. Sparks slowly stilling, body on fire.

"Herm...Herm stop, please. S-sensitive"

He pulled back. Underwear soaked, thighs dripping. His chin dripping. He pressed a few lingering kisses against your stomach as he put you to rights. Well...as good as you could be. Cumming twice on a wet man's tongue, covered head to toe in watery kisses and underwear sodden.

"S-sorry, I just-do you-better-feel better"

He stood up, hands lingering on your waist, keeping you upright on shaking legs. Scared you might fall. He didn't think his kisses could fix that.

"Yes, yeah, thank you. That was...good-great. Thanks"

He smiled. Proud and giddy.

"I-I'm just...returning the favour"

Your legs stopped shaking. He took a step back. Gloved hands hanging limply by his sides. You handed him back his googles. Smoothed out wet tufts of hair.

"Will you retur-come-come back to work now? Robert, he gets stressed when-if he's down one of-any of us"

"Yeah, sure. I think I'm ok now"

You let your fingers linger. Trailing down his temples, his cheeks his jaw. You swiped your thumb over his dripping chin.

"You'll let me kiss something better later, right? Maybe after dinner?"

He gulped. Then nodded.

"Y-yes! Sure, I'd like-that would be-yes, please"

You pulled your thumb between your lips. His eyes widened.

“Lady Kronos, nice work out there today. You were perfect getting that bomb squad guy to the front lines, and your fighting skills? Wow. You’ve really improved. Remind me to keep you in mind even when there isn’t a literal clock ticking down to our doom.”

“Sure I will, Robert. I’ve only been telling you I could handle this for weeks,” you laughed.

“Well, sorry. Guess I was wrong about you. We all were. But I’m apologizing, and complimenting you, Ms. Ego. You're that good at thinking on your feet in high-stress situations but you can’t take a compliment?” You shot him a dirty look, but he knew you didn’t really mean it. You guys played around like that a lot.  “Work on that. But keep up the good work otherwise.” 

You knew that even with your progress, not everyone on the Z-team would like you just yet, or even see your potential elsewhere.  But you didn’t mind. You knew what you were good at, so it was a matter of time before everyone else did, too.

“Thanks. I’ll remember that.” You smiled at him, then looked over his shoulder at the bright spot of blue and yellow behind him. Oh! Herman, just the man you’d been wanting to see all day. 

For all his sogginess and fumbling, you found your boyfriend endearing, strangely hypnotic, and perhaps most oddly, sexy. That red hair, those pouty grey eyes, the way he towered over you. God, you couldn’t wait to celebrate your first mission later tonight. Apparently you’d zoned out daydreaming about it because before you knew it, he was right up in your face. 

“Y/N! Wow! I saw ya out there, fighting, you know. I thought- I- you- you were just so, wow, amazing!” He was practically vibrating with glee. “It’s all so…sudden, that you got moved up, and you know how much I- well, I really wanna do what you do one day, I’m jealous! I mean, I’m more, uh, proud of you, but you know what I-”

You cut him off with a big hug. No one ever hugged Waterboy, for fear of walking around uncomfortably damp (or because they just saw him as scum, which hurt your heart), but you adored him so much you didn’t even care about that. 

“Yeah, I know, Herm. Thank you. I’m really glad you were watching.”

“Y-yeah, I love seeing you, you know, doing your thang.” He was obviously doing some weird finger gun behind you, then cleared his throat as he laid his hands back on you. “Uh-anyways, I really like that they finally gave you a chance, even if they thought your power was usel- I mean, difficult to work with. I hope they’ll see me like that too, one day.”

“They will, baby. Keep it up and they will.”

You realized you’d been hugging for an uncomfortably long time, and that Robert was staring at you, which you totally deserved.

“Hey, don’t look at me, I think your ‘thang’ is pretty cool, too, if it matters.” Robert laughed, raising his brow.

“Yeah, yeah, I won’t say I told you so.” You pulled back from your boyfriend’s embrace, holding him by the shoulders so you could stare him in those pretty eyes. “Well, you’ll have to let me go unfortunately, I have some stuff I have to do before we can go home. Plus, all the…” you shook out one of your wet arms. “Water. I’ll be off at 8. That’s kind of a long time, I guess, but we can get dinner and celebrate after, yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Celebrating sounds…fun. I’ll let you go, uhm, do your work stuff.” He gave you this painfully nervous expression, more than normal, and hesitated a few times (like a whole body stutter) before he leaned into your ear in another hug. “‘Cause I- well, when we, uh, get back to your place…I’ll let you do what-whatever you want to me.”

You froze. You seriously hoped you heard that correctly. Before you could smirk and offer some sly, secret retort, he smiled at you, slightly less anxious, and walked away. 

This would be the longest 5 hours of your life. 

As the hours ticked by, you felt Herm’s worlds rolling around your mind, so overwhelming you practically blocked out the rest of the world. Whatever you wanted? Okay, everyone knew your boyfriend was a total bottom, but before now, he'd wanted to take it sort of slow, scared the water slick on his body would scare you off. You'd made out plenty, even got each other off a few times, but he never wanted you to take off that suit all the way, nor dominate him fully. It was totally okay with you, but you couldn’t deny you wanted it. To make him comfortable, you’d always done whatever you did in the dark, as clothed as possible, so he wouldn’t feel weird being the only one with the suit on. You’d only seen shadowy glimpses of his naked chest and cock (dammit, it was so…big), and vice versa. You decided the first thing you wanted to do was ask for the lights on and all your clothes off. It didn’t matter if it got messy. You’d always liked baths. Herman’s hot, wet body on you would probably feel just as good.

At the 1 hour mark of your unfortunate waiting, things got so much fucking worse. As you left the bathroom no one used, thinking about where you wanted to go to dinner that night, you turned and saw Waterboy standing there, fixing you with this strangely lustful gaze, and tugged the zipper down just to the middle of his chest. His skin shone with his water, sticking down this adorable ginger fuzz he had there. He pulled the suit a little to the side, teasing a reveal of his nipple but never committing. God damn him. 

“Mm, what are you doing?”

His face suddenly got even redder. “J-just…you know, uh- it’s really h-hot in here, right? Yeah.” He zipped up his suit, miming wiping sweat from his face. ‘Uh, uhm, seeyouat8.” And he ran away from you.

If you thought that was the last of it, that he’d get too anxious to continue, you were wrong. At your old desk, wrapping up loose ends, he walked  sheepishly by you and let his hand drape over your shoulder, low enough that his fingertips grazed your breast. He dragged his hand up and around the back of your neck, thinking he’d make some suave, wet getaway, but you grabbed his wrist, just to raise your brow and look at him. But you let him go, wordless but with a grin, ready for what was to come. 

Yet once you were in the breakroom, sitting on the couch in the corner (not everyone really liked you yet), Waterboy slunk in (well, slunk as much as a 6’4 man in a bright yellow suit could) and sat next to you. He held your hand, let you make conversation with Blonde Blazer, who’d always been kind to you, until she looked away to address some horrible remark Flambae made. It wasn’t important, because what Herman said in your ear while everyone’s attention was on their banter was far more interesting. 

“I havenn’t- I’ve…kept m-my hands off myself for a while because I've been waiting for you. It's so, so hard, Y/N.”

That was fucking enough, you'd had it with him. Fine, sure, you lost some game no one knew you were playing and couldn't make it to 8, but fuck it. You'd done so well. You deserved a treat whenever you felt like it. So your hand flew to his shoulder, on the trap so your thumb could push into the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, would you excuse us? Nothing serious. See you guys later.” You stood, and obediently, with a subtle smile, he did too, and you guided him out into the hall where no one was watching at the moment, pushing him against the wall.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Well, I, uh…If you were gonna do wh-whatever you want to me, I just, I just wanted to give you some ideas, I read somewhere that, that this kind of thing is “sexy”, or…something.”

“Well. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't.” He spluttered, gave you a crooked smile of pride, water dripping down his nose. Goddamn, once you two got in the swing of things you really wanted to ride that pretty face of his. “But in the office? If I didn't know any better I'd think you were desperate for it.”

“Y-yeah, I guess, I guess I am. I didn't, you know, wanna make it all about me, but I'm really excited about 8 pm.”

“Hm, yeah I know. Well. You said I could do anything I wanted to you.”

He let out a high pitched, whiny breath. “Mm, yeah.”

“What if what I wanted was to do you…here. And I wanted to take charge like we always said I would.”

He squeaked. “h-here? but y/n, that's…wow, that's crazy, what if we get caught?”

“Hm. That's where being able to freeze time comes in real handy.”

You snapped your fingers and it was done, casating you two into a reverie all your own.

He looked around, aghast, as everyone in your periphery slowed to a stop. It was as if every noise in the room but the two of yours distorted into silence. 

“Wow. I never…I’m not used to- all this.”

“Yeah, cool right? And this way we can talk normally. Not be so anxious about being found out. And…if you want to take me up on my offer, no one will walk in on us, or even hear us. Their senses are all totally gone until I make it so they aren’t.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah. I got it under control, so don’t worry about it. But…if you want we can just wait, I don’t mind. I get it, it’s kind of nerve-wracking even if we were completely alone. So I understand.”

He paused, looking around, starting to breathe heavier. “...Y/N, I…I really do want you. I want- maybe I could- I should maybe try. Like we talked about, I can say sh-shower, and it’ll stop, right?”

“Yeah, Herm, the very second you do.” You looked at him with imploring eyes, trying to make sure he didn’t feel pressured. You always worried that he’d take it the wrong way.

“...Okay. Uh. I have the keys, to the janitor’s closet. We can…go in there? Even for just a little- for a minute?”

“Mm. Resourceful. I like that,” you grinned, smoothly slipping your hand around to press softly on his throat. “Now, come with me. Not that you have much of a choice.”

You walked him to the janitor’s closet, where you two had met for a sneaky kiss before (he was so shy that he hid even that), closing the door behind you. The whole time you had your firm grasp on his neck, even if you had to reach up to do it, because you had to. They weren’t kidding when they said your power was difficult to work with. You could only freeze time for up to 20 minutes, and the exact interval was unpredictable depending on a whole host of reasons, many of which were common on the battlefielld, like exhaustion, extreme anxiety or severe pain. But most irritatingly of all, you could only do it if you were touching someone else. You and whoever was holding onto you (and it had to be skin to skin, so your costume was sleeveless) had your space together out of time, but the second you let go? The whole jig was up and the world kept moving. All these rules. Even if Herm’s power was far less, well, powerful, he knew what it was like to be limited by such rules. For him, that was the trade-off; to spit water, he had to spend every minute wet, uncomfortable and distanced from everyone else. And that’s what connected you. It was a lot sweeter to be alone together.

You sat him down, back to the wall and legs stretched out, then straddled him, not too close yet. “Now, you know how this works. I break contact with you, everyone unfreezes and could notice what we’re doing. When the freezing runs out, which it will, I’ll have to put it on again. I’m in a good place today, and I’ve been practicing, so it should last the full 20 minutes.” Maybe you were nervous after all. But that was okay. That was sort of sexy. But you had to get into it, so you dropped your voice to a silky murmur. “But who knows. Shit could get messy. People could find out what a needy little bitch you are. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it?”

As you kneaded his shoulder, he yelped, then nodded frantically.  “Y-yeah, that's what I am, that’s exactly what I am. I know they could find out and- but-but I, uh…I need to get braver, Y/N, if I…want to be on Z-team, so I can be brave now. For you.”

“For me? Oh, Herman, you’re the best little plaything a gal could ask for.”

He gulped, grabbing your wrist and moving your hand up to his cheek. Leaning into your touch, you could feel his extra nervous wetness slicking up your palm. But because it was Herman, it was cute. The way he was breathing so hard he shook crossed that line into fuckable territory. 

“Mhmm…I-I do try. I was planning this for you. So I’m glad you like it.” With a sigh, he looked into your eyes through his stupid, adorable goggles. “Well…if-if you couldn’t wait to get home, well-then-uh…ah, you know, um, what-what…do you…wanat to do to me?” He spoke the last part with a rehearsed, barely maintained slowness, obviously terrified and excited, as you could tell by his beet red face. 

“Whoa, right to the point. You really are being brave, Herm.” He blubbered, bashfully flattered. “If you think I’m just going to tell you you’re sorely mistaken. I want you to earn the right for me to do it to you. I want you to be a stuttering, pathetic mess before I let you cum.”

You pushed your hand into his hair, pulling his head to the side so you could kiss at his neck, tasting the sweat-and-skin taste of the water covering him, as he made these awkward, sweet little sounds. “Mmfgh, Y/N, please, I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want, just please, eventually, you gotta lemme-”

You yanked back his head and bit him, harder than you meant to, on the side of his neck. “Ah-!”

“I will, Waterboy, you’ve just got to give me a minute, right? Prove yourself to me first? I know you can do it, I’m expecting you to.” 

“R-right, yes, I’m so, so sorry, Y/N, I won’t question you again.”

Your other hand snaked up to hold him gently by the throat, making his eyelashes flutter. “That’s more like it. You’re already a step closer.”

“Th-thank you ma’am.”

Your grip on him softened. “Ma’am? That’s new. But I like it. Call me that from now on. I hear you treating me as anything less than your superior and I stop. Sounds good?” He whimpered something like mm-hmm, but you were already making him nod his head. “Yeah, good.” 

You wanted to be this tough, dominatrix lady, but he was still your sweet Herman, so you had to show him you loved him. So, reached up and took off his goggles as he watched you with this delicious reverence, holding your arm so the world wouldn’t start up again, and you threw them to the side. With his wet grey eyes on clear display without the fog of his warming body hiding them, you held his face, leaning in slowly to kiss him.

“Mm.” He moaned the second your lips touched his, dripping wet but comfortable, a taste of that warm bath you thought his body would feel like. That warmth washed over you, a rush of love, contentment and burning desire nearly knocking you down. You kissed him, soft at first, as he kissed you back far less nervously than you’d expect, then with a deeper hunger, slipping your tongue into his mouth as beautiful noises bubbled up from his throat. Making out with Herm was always sloppy because of his powers, water dripping down your chin and shining up your lips. You licked the wetness off his lip, sweeping the tender inner part of it, and he let out a high pitched, pathetic whine you licked up with equal fervor. His hands moved up to clutch your boobs, gloves holding back all but token warm splashes of water, and it was without your earned permission, but you weren’t going to treat him so harshly yet. Plus, you needed his touch so bad it didn’t matter. Obviously. 

Breaking the kiss but keeping your hand on his neck, you tugged gently on the zipper of his costume. “What do you say you finally let me see what you tried to show me by the bathroom today?”

“A-ah, Y- Ma’am, are you s-sure? I don’t…really want to soak the whole closet. Because I will. And you’ll get wet too.” I’m already wet. “Yeah, I’m sure. Don’t worry about that, we have all the time in the world to clean it up.”

“Oh, yeah, right, but..” He sighed. “Honestly, I…I’m afraid you won’t like it. I look really, uh- sorta- funny, naked, since there’s always water, you know, running all over me. It’s messy and kinda…gross?” But he was looking up at you with glimmering eyes and wet, pouty lips that said he really wished he could.

“Herman.” You sat back, letting your hand fall in your lap. “I wouldn't ask if I couldn’t handle it, could I?”

“But-”

You shushed him with a finger. “No. I said treat me like I was your superior, remember? Don’t make me stop by assuming I don’t know what I’m doing.” You leaned into his ear, grabbing his face in a squeezing grip.  “But, for real, if you don’t want to, I won't make you. Remember, you say shower, I’ll stop treating you like this and we can go back to normal. I want you to be comfortable. So, only if you’re ready.”

He thought for a second. Then, with shaky breath, he took your wrist in his hand, kissing your knuckles, one at a time. “I…I’m ready. But if you say shower, I’ll put everything back on.”

“Okay. But I won’t. I’ll like it.”

Holding him by the shoulder you carefully tugged down the zipper, showing you his cute fuzzy chest again, but this time you kept going, dragging it past his belly button and just below the edge of his underwear, which seemed to be water-proof too. By now, you could see he was hard as ice, and the brief tickle of the zipper over his cock made him shiver.

“M-mmgh!” He bucked back a little, back arching. “So…is it alright?”

“Didn’t I say not to question me?” Your hand on his shoulder came up to grip his face, forcing him to look at you. “Of course it’s alright. I told you it would be. Now. Can I take it off?”

He hesitated, but nodded. “Y-Yeah. If you want. I do…want to f-feel you. On my skin.”

“And you will.” Careful never to let both hands leave his body, you slid your fingers under his sleeves, slipping them down as the material slicked water off his skin. He was so, so wet. But that promised some beautiful sloppiness that made your pussy tighten. Once you pulled the top of this suit to the side, you could see Herm in all his beauty; if only you could let go so as to take him all in at once, but then again, would you want to stop touching him? He was gorgeous, truly, a skinny kind of muscular with wide, toned shoulders and a lean chest. There were little freckles scattered across it, close to his nipples, pink as his panting lips. You let yourself paint your hands up and down his body, smoothing around his shoulders, caressing his arms, as you kissed him. Your thumb brushed the side of his nipple and he practically yowled.

“Mhmm! Oh, god,” he moaned into the side of your face, messily breaking away from your kiss. So you let your finger go there again, and though he tried to meet your lips, he threw his head back, eyes fluttering closed. “Mmfgh, ma’am, ma’am, you…wow, I’m so glad I did this.”

“And I’m glad too.” You pinched, and he bucked up, pushing you back a little off his thighs, whining all the while. “You’re being very good for me, Herm, very brave. But I want a little more. Can you do that?”

“Mmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, whatever you want.” 

“You’re showing me yours, can I show you mine?”

“Oh, you mean, you mean your…”

“Yes, Herman, I know you wanna see my titties in your face, right?” He gasped, covering his eyes, but nodded. “You wanna let me pull that hair of yours and tell you what a desperate little whore you are while you suck on them? Hm? Put that wet, dirty fucking mouth of yours to use?”

“Y-y-yes, yes, I mean if you're offering, I’d really, I would- you know-”

“Why are you wasting your tongue with stuff like that? Come on.” You leaned back to unzip the low back of your suit, then slipped it off so you could unhook your bra, all while he watched practically drooling. Once you slipped it off, he moaned just at the sight of you. “Oh, I knew you’d be so eager. ‘Whatever I want to you’ is just what you wanted all along. To be used for my pleasure.”

He nodded, breathing heavily, never breaking contact with your boobs. “Oh, my God. Yeah, I, uh, I never really imagined it like this, not that I, that I well, imagined this all the time, but…well I totally did.”

“Aw, cute. My little pervert.” You grabbed the back of his head, pushing him into your chest as you leaned back. “Now be my good little pervert and get to it.”

Obviously having no idea what to do, Herman spent a moment with his face between your titties, squeezing them around him, before he tentatively licked across your nipple. His mouth was dripping water, slick and warm, so it felt incredible. 

“Hmh, yeah, that’s it, how about you take off those gloves so I can feel your fingers on them too?”

“B-but…you know the..the wet-”

“Herman. Didn’t I tell you I’d clean it up? You don’t need to worry.”

“Well. Okay.”

He slipped each glove off, face still on your chest, and you heard a splash as the water inside them hit the floor. Sweaty palms to the extreme? Either way, the idea of his slippery fingers on you was uniquely enticing. You guided them up your other breast, letting him squeeze it like he always had over your clothes or under your pajamas, before he slid them around your nipple, gliding back and forth in a beautifully messy beginner’s attempt at pleasing you. But with all that water…he was succeeding. You felt him moaning into your chest as he sucked on you, his wet tongue gliding across your nipple as he did. 

“Mmfgh…Hhnn,” he whined, letting you pull at his hair.

“Y-yeah, you’re so good for me, you whiny bitch. Let me hear it. Let it out. Let me imagine that the whole world can hear how slutty and messy you are, sucking on my titties like you're starving.”

He made a strangled, loving sound in his throat, then agreed. “mm-hmm!”

“Yeah? You like that?” He pinched a nipple, his dampness making him lose grip and lightly, just barely painfully twist it. “Ouch.”

“Oh! Oh my god, Ma’am, are you, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Herm, don’ t worry about me. Every once in a while I like something like that. I like that you’re so, so hungry for it that you can’t even do it right. You’re like a virgin.”

“Uhm! I mean-I mean if you like that, I guess, it doesn’t bother me any. Uhm. Maybe…would you want-uh, would you…let me prove myself? To you? Another way?”

You smirked, then pushed him back against the wall, so you could get at his neck again. Those pretty moles there. You kissed all of them, before whispering in his ear. “Now we’re talking.” You laid your teeth on him, biting into the meat of his shoulder, and he shouted out, rocking his hardness up into you. It pushed against your sweet spot just right, so you bit him again, and again, with kisses and hickies,  in the sinew of his neck, the side of his shoulder, his collarbone. Each time he met you with a new, wonderful sound. 

“A-Ah!”

“Hmmm yeah-yeah that’s good.”

“FFFFFF-Fuck.” You weren’t used to him swearing. So that really got you going, bad. You knew just how you wanted him to prove himself to you.

“Hmmm, oh Waterboy, tell me, do you sit in your room, all alone, touching yourself thinking about me? About this day?”

He went quiet for a moment, then looked up at you, biting his lip like he was about to cry. “...I don’t, I don’t wanna be crass, but, uhm…yeah.”

“Oh, what a gentleman. But I do want you to be a little crass, give me the dirty details. What do you think about?”

If you were worried he wasn’t gonna take this right, his face said maybe you were right to think so. He was bright red, eyes watering, lip trembling with embarrassment. But apparently he liked that, because he answered you. 

“I…I think about, about your face a lot, you’re so damn beautiful, Y/N, and I, I like when you let me kiss you. But uhm…also I, I think about how your…your ass looks in your suit.”

“Oh, really?”

He had to stop for a second to catch his breath. “And uhm…and…promise not to be mad but…I think about your, about your pussy.” His hand flew up to his mouth, making a wet clap. “ohgodIdidn’tmeantosayitlike…like that.”

“Oh, don’t you apologize, I-” You heard a sudden noise from outside as a strange but unforutnately familiar chill washed over you. Your time was up. 

“Sh! Just a second.” You listened closely, and it seemed like all those voices were so far away. They’d definitely hear Herm whining. But whispering was another story. What kind of fun could you have with him? “Hm, Herm, looks like our time is up. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it so we can get back to it but first-” He started to whine something anxious and pleading but you looked at him and he shut up. “Not too much. Just tell me what you think about doing to my pussy. What gets you off Herman? Should I let you see it?”

“I-I!” He spluttered, almost incomprehensible, but managed to breathe himself calm as he dropped to a lower whisper. “I…well, if you really, really wanna know, I…I imagine, uhm…you letting me touch you, without any clothes, uhm…and, and fucking you.” He groaned, trying to press his hardness against you. “F-fucking you, so, so much, all the time, but uhm, what I think I like the most and I wanna do right now, I picture you…letting me taste it.” Your eyes widened. Who was this sexy man, and what had he done with your Herman? “Pl-please, Ma’am, I can prove myself to you, I promise, I-I’ve been reading about it and I think I know what to do. I’ll even let you, you slap me if I don’t do it right.”

“Well there’s no need for that quite yet. But, damn Herm, you really know how to make a girl feel special!” You got off of him, noticing how his dick was straining against his boxers, pressing out of his open suit. “Hmm, well, I think you’ve got me convinced. If my dirty boy gets off on making me feel good, isn’t that a win-win?” 

You sat laid down opposite the other wall, slipping your suit off and working to kick off the attached shoes. You even made a show of sitting there in your panties, teasing him by slipping the hem down, before he realized what you were doing.

“Y-Y/N, you’re not touching me! What-what if some-someone finds out, what then?”

“Mmhm, Y/N?”

“Ugh, ma’am, what are you doing?”

“All in good fun Herm. But I’ve got it under control. C’mere,” you beckoned to him with one finger, and obediently, though anxiously, he crawled up to meet you, kneeling where your panties were wettest and gripping under your thighs. He fixed you with his watery eyes.

“Mmmhm, ma’am, I don’t know- I really- I never…did this. So, sorry in advance, haha.” He leaned down, as if to kiss you through your panties, but you pushed him back.

“Noooo, no, you’re too noisy. I have to put the freeze back on first.” But you moved back from him, bridging your back up so you could slide your underwear off, then settling back in. He was staring right at it, eyes completely blown, water dripping from his open mouth. 

“G- oh my God, oh my god, p-please, I don’t- I don’t know what I’ll- oh God please let me have it, ma’am, please.”

He probably saw your cunt twitch at that. “Good things come to those who wait, Waterboy, but because I want it, I’ll only make you beg for it a little more. You want this pussy, huh? You wanna make me feel good?”

“Y-yes!” You swatted him on the head.

“Shh! Quieter this time, tell me how much you want it.”

His voice fell to a sticky whisper. “O-oh, I…I need it, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet, oh, fuck, please can I have it? I won’t ask for anything else, p-please.” He sniffed. Oh God, was he crying? You didn’t know if you’d be able to tell, but it seemed like he was. Was that bad, should you stop it, should y-

He let out a quiet whine, tears obviously falling from his eyes. “...p-pretty please, maybe? I’m going to…I’m gonna go crazy without it I’ve been waiting." A small sob escaped his throat. “Won’t you?”

Holy shit, Herman was somehow the hottest fuck you ever had. Herman. As in Waterboy. You smiled, kind of looking aghast. “Y-yeah. I mean. That’s more like it. So. Hm. I guess that’s good enough for me.”

The second you snapped your fingers and the world slowed to a stop, he was on you, open-mouthed, sloppy and desperate. You still felt him sniffling as his delectably wet tongue lapped at you, missing sometimes, hitting dead on so that you weakly groaned at others. You guided him with a hand in his hair, holding him over the spot and moaning louder so he’d know where to go. He was a hell of a learner; when he started to suck at your clit with his slick, warm lips and you cried out, he kept at it.

“Mm, Herm, goddamn you, you’ve got me losing my composure. Almost. Not as bad as- mmfgh, as you though, whining and crying in it, poor thing.” You felt him rise from your pussy to gasp, let the water collecting in his mouth spill out onto it, shaking from embarrassment and lust. “Oh, you poor little slut, so hungry for it you’re begging. So desperate, so fucking horny for me, I bet you’d get yourself off humping the dirty floor if I told you to. You would, wouldn't you?” He nodded into you, helplessly whimpering louder than ever, trying to respond but definitely failing. All the while he was sucking at you, punctuating it with slow or flicking licks, breathing on your soaking pussy so a delightful chill ran through your body. “Well, d-don’t, fuck, I want to make you cum myself. Yeah? Yeah? Does that sound good, Herman? Awww-huh, do you like that?”

One of the neediest cries you’d ever heard broke from his chest. “Uh-huh!”

“Fuck, Herm, put your fingers inside, I wanna feel you, so, so wet, ugh, let me have it.”

He nodded, frantically, slipping two long, thin fingers into you. God, his hands were so sexy, you loved big, veiny hands like that, if you two ever switched you’d want those fingers in your mouth. But for now, you felt the familiar warm rush in your core you got when he’d lovingly fingered you those few times before, curling slow and deep against your G-spot. Each time he lingered there, pressing hard into it, he rubbed it just a little, slipping across the sensitive skin there with his sopping fingertips. His dripping hands, the flood of arousal from you combined to make a sopping mess beneath you, getting bigger and bigger so it soaked into the water of his chest.

“God damn, yes, yes Waterboy,” you said, forcing it out in a drawl with a hint of bile. “You’re such a good fucking listener. Doing everything I tell you, no questions asked. You’re pretty good at treating me like your superior, you pathetic, whiny-” He pushed himself into you again, picking up the pace and you cried out. “-f-fucktoy! Letting me control you like a dog, doing whatever I want to…to get what you deserve, oh, fuck, okay, keep that up, I’m right fucking there.”

He nodded, squeaking out something like “yes ma’am” and kept with the pace, a stray tear or two bristling at the corner of his eyes. The whole time he whined into you, this animalistic, obsessive sound, like he was drunk off you. The buzzing of his humming stimulated your clit just right, building your arousal within you until you felt it just about to peak.

“Oooooh, fuckkk, Waterboy, you’re the perfect little bitch!”

And shortly after that, your high came crashing down, flooding your body with a glittering, euphoric feeling, making a broken groan burst from your throat as you squeezed his head with your thighs, making the hand gripping one tremble. And still, the warm stream of wetness from his mouth shocked you with how good it felt, just about overstimulating your throbbing, achying clit. And as you settled back in, releasing you from your grip, he sighed into you, hips twitching ever so slightly against the floor as he made this beautiful, keening sound. 

“Hmm,” he breathed, panting a bit. “Was I- that was- good?”

“Oh, very good, baby.” You rose, slowly, somehow a little lightheaded, needing to steady yourself first. When he looked at you funny, you simply reassured him. 

“Don’t worry, that’s supposed to happen. Wow,” you laughed. “Damn, Waterboy, here you were worrying about this and that and you did great anyway. Very brave. Very good.”

He snickered, weakly, rising to his knees with your thighs as support. “G-good! Awesome! Not to, to rush or anything but, shouldn’t we- I mean, we should- go? So we can finish work and g-go home?”

“Soon, yeah. And I do really wanna go out to dinner with you when we do.” He smiled, averting his eyes. “But you didn’t think I wasn’t gonna reward you, did you?”

His eyes popped out of his head before he coughed and tried to look normal. “R-really?”

“Yes, really, why did you think I wanted you to prove yourself to me? My ego isn’t that big yet.”

“O-okay, yeah, that sounds really- yeah it’s- that’s good, yeah.”

“You know what I was thinking?” you said, starting to wrap your arms around him so you rested your head on his shoulder. “We always keep the lights off, and now I’ve seen how sexy you are and I want more. What do you say I get you off? I wanna watc, but I’ll sit behind you when I do to make you more comfortable.”

Aside from a few awkward, stuttery noises from his throat, Waterboy was completely speechless. Then he spoke only, “Yeah”, nodding.

“Good. Now, take the rest of that suit off and let me feel you.”

Though he hesitated and looked away from you while he did it, he obliged, kicking off his shoes, then sitting up enough to peel his wetsuit and underwear from his body. All the while you held onto his chest, feeling your fingertips glide on his warm, dripping skin, leaning over his shoulder to watch him.

When his clothes came off your eyes bugged. You felt that he was big, sure, but seeing it was completely different. His sweet blonde-red happy trail led to his pink-tipped, 8-inch cock, so hard it must’ve hurt. As you suspected, his water powers made it so the tip leaked more than you’d ever seen before, almost weeping. You could tell he wanted you, too, from how he leaned back into you, trying to kiss at your face, whining, and how his thighs twitched. God. When you had enough room for you two to fuck, you might actually kill this man.

“A-ah…ma’am, won’t you- maybe- please,” he said into your neck, kissing it sloppily before he latched onto you. That would leave a mark but frankly you didn’t give a fuck. “Mmmwon’t you…make me cum, I reallyreally want it.”

“Oh, just because you asked so nicely,” you mewled, dragging your hands up and down his chest, and then to the tops of his thighs. Once you were satisfied with his squirming, you took his dick in your hand as he bucked up into you. You squeezed lightly so you felt him twitch in your fingers, then slowly began to stroke him, the water and precum making your fingers glide. They sloppily slid over the head each time you went up, and each time they did he’d cry out, these delectable high-pitched moans, sometimes breathy, sometimes trapped in his throat. Even at this pace he was a mess.

“Oh, Waterboy, you like it when I stroke your cock? Feels good when I touch you here?” You said, lightly tracing the slit with two fingers so that he yelped, nodding against the shoulder he lay on. You grabbed his chin so your fingers pressed on his lips, pushing his head back so the water in his hair flowed down your back. “Yeah, I said you would get your reward, you just had to trust me, you pathetic little shit. But you were good for me, so patient going down on me, I just had to go the extra mile. I needed to hold you while you came undone.”

You clutched him tighter and he grabbed your arm to steady himself while he panted and shook. “Y-yes ma’am it’s- wow I’m right- I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

“Oh? Really? Why don’t I stop? Why don’t I make you work for it?”

He nodded his head, sort of smiling, yet whispered, “N-no, don’t do- don’t do that, I’ve been waiting all this time.”

“Well, you’ll have to keep fucking waiting.” Suddenly you let go of him, standing up in a flash as the world outside you resumed. For a moment he protested, looking around nervously, but remembered just what you’d discussed all those weeks ago. You strutted around, bending over so he could see your wet pussy peaking through (he started to try to touch himself, but remembered just why he shouldn’t) to get a clean cloth from the shelf. You walked back to him, resumed your position, but rolled the cloth into a gag, which he obediently opened his mouth for, letting you tie it behind his head. 

“Urhgh.”

“Shhh sh sh, don’t say anything. This is just a precautionary measure for what I’m about to do.”

You snapped again, hearing the distortion as the world slowed, and kept stroking him, faster and sloppier. His back arched against you, his arm coming back to hold you as his legs kicked frantically about and more beautiful, messy sounds poured from him. By this point, he was pushing himself back and crushing you against the wall, while switching between those sounds and turning his lips on your neck with equal fervor, all sloppy kisses and nicking teeth. You kept the pace up, squeezing softly on the head when your hand came up as he made noises in your ears.

“Hnnngh…ah-hmm…”

“What, nothing to say, no thank you?”

He murmured something like “thank you”, then a muffled “I’m gonna…”

“Ahhh, I didn’t hear a thank you, Waterbitch. You know what that means.”

You let go of him, and he let himself shout when you stopped touching him despite everyone being about to hear, so you grabbed him by the face.

“Shhh. Okay. Say thank you and count to 10 and I’ll start again.”

He whined, but when you shushed him again, he gave in. “Thang you. Uh, wuh, ooh-”

“Slower.”

He huffed. “Wuh…ooh…” And the second you heard that muffled “ten”, you grabbed ahold of him, faster this time, and didn’t bother to snap for the first 5 seconds. 

“Mmn…mmn,” he groaned, bucking back against you, fighting to keep somewhat quiet before you snapped once more and he got his relief with one long, unbroken cry. The faster you got, the more it seemed like he was crying, and then all of a sudden he was, twitching all over like he was overstimulated.

“Oh…Herm, you really do get so wet when you’re nervous. You’re such a sweet thing. Adorable. I bet you’re adorable when you cum, huh? Squeaky and everything? Mm. Let me hear it, you’ve been more than good enough.”

You picked up the pace one last time, feeling him rock back and forth, pressing you hard against the wall, before you heard his moans get faster, faster, almost hiccupy, garbled as more water ran from between his gagged lips, and finally, finally he let out a ragged, shaky groan as he came all over your hands.

“Ughhhhhhh!”

With each beautiful, trembling spasm against you, he spilled a glimmering ribbon of cum over your hands, more than you’d ever seen before, before he finally slowed to a stop, panting until he let out a strong sigh. You were panting too, right in his ear, and wiped your hand on his chest, already feeling his water washing it away. After you sat for a second, you ripped the gag free.

“Wow. Herm, wow. I’ve never seen a guy cum so hard.”

“F-fuck, yeah-yeah I really- it’s the water, you’ve- I’ve- you felt it before, just this time I- it was so…much. You’re just incredible.” “Well, thanks, baby, you were even better. Not to bring work talk into the bedr-well, you know. But you’re a hell of a fast learner. And I think that applies to everything. I think before long it’ll be your first dispatch and I’ll let you celebrate with me.”

“Y-you mean it, really?”

“Yeah. I’m not like this all the time. You know that. It’d be fun to hear you dirty talking to me. I really liked it when you tried to.”

“G-great. Wow. Uhm.” He shifted, turning to look at you, and grabbed you behind the head to kiss you hard, then snapped at your lip with his teeth. “I just- it sounded good. To try.”

“Don’t apologize for kissing me, Herm. You know I love you.”

“I! I…I love you too, Y/N.” He practically giggled, a blush spreading back across his nose.

“You’re such a damn sweetheart,” you laughed, hugging him. That didn’t make you any wetter but it did make you realize you were soaked. “Oh, shit, Waterboy, I’ve got two and a half more hours of my shift. Oh, shit. And just when I’ve got all excited about you treating me to dinner.”

“Aw. r-right. Well, we have to…mop this up, right? Clean up- wash all the- this off. Maybe…we can go to the showers? I don’t think anyone’s in there. Plus with your powers, you know, we have a little longer before we, uh, have to go back to work.”

“Ooh, Herm, you want me to rub soap all over that hot body of yours? Be careful, or we’re never getting out of here.”

“I know. Ha. I know. Well. If you reset the time, we should- we should be able to sneak over there without anyone seeing.”

“Living dangerously I see.”

“Yeah!” He shouted, excitedly. “Yeah. It’s good for me, I think. I kinda like it. Thanks to you. With you it's- it’s not so spooky- scary, but really it’s…fun.”

You grinned at him, leaning in to kiss his soggy cheek. “I’m so glad. Now. Hold my hand and let’s get on it. I’m sort of excited to streak across the office, too.”

The days moved slowly. Too slowly. Just staring at clocks and watching the sun rise and set. Dreams plagued with him. His hands, his tongue, his cock. It was too much. All too much.

So when Monday rolled around, you practically ran out the door. Shirt untucked, shoes half on. You had to run back inside for your keys, wallet left next to it with your employee badge and bus pass inside.

It was a terrible start.

But when you found your desk, unpacked your things and made your way to the break room to put away your lunch, seeing him made it all worth it. In his suit, dripping down onto the floor, goggles covering those beautiful baby blues. Smiling so softly with his backpack thrown over one shoulder.

"M-morning"

You licked your lips, his cheeks flushed and droplets racing down his lean body, dripping from those fingers.

"Morning"

And then he was on you. Lunch dropped to the floor, feet lifted off the ground, shuffled back to your desk. He bent down, titling your head to the side, pressing wet kisses against your neck, sucking in marks that would bruise, soaking through your uniform. He slipped a hand down your waist, gipping at your thigh. Lifting it just enough to sit you on the desk, spreading your legs for him.

"It's...we can't, what if someone-"

"Can't-can't wait. Two days-too long-waited too long"

Lips on your jaw, your cheek. You reached out, gripping at his shoulders. Tugging at his hair. Two days was too long. You should have invited him over that night. Should have water proofed the house and had him in every room at least twice before the sun rose. Why did you ever think waiting was a good idea?

His hand lifted your thigh higher, up and over his hip. Noses sliding together, lips brushing. So close. So very, very close. Neither making the first move.

"We....we're early so it's-we're not on the-the clock"

"Good point"

You made the move. Pulling him down, lapping at his lips until they parted. Swallowing his moans, his whimpers. Pulling him close. Sucking and nipping. Almost sobbing in relief. Finally. After all this time. The calls and videos and brushing of fingertips. Imagining how he would taste, feel, smell. How much you wanted to consume him, all of him. To now have him right here, between your legs, dripping down your chin. He whined. Low and desperate, sliding under your skirt, cupping you over your underwear. Long fingers dancing teasingly.

"Quick, has to be-shit-office is opening soon, very soon"

He slid up, then underneath. Long fingers finding it, you. So wet and hot and slick. Index and ring finger spreading you open, middle finger sliding up and down, circling your clit. Making your hips buck, eyes wide, hands gripping tightly. He slid his hand down from your jaw, gripping your waist. Holding you still.

Then he slipped inside, soft and slow. Circling just right, finding that spot, pulling away form your lips and panting into your neck. Thumb taking your clit. Gently rubs and flicks and-

“F-fuck, Herm…I’m-shit-I’m going to-”

It was quick, embarrassingly so. Knees drawing up, body shaking as you squeezed him so tightly he feared you may never let him go. So he knelt down, head disappearing under your skirt. Making you gasp, eyes wide as he lapped at your folds, sucked on your clit.

A second finger joining, playing you like his guitar. Firm water pressure on your clit, tongue flicking it as you felt it building up again. soon, far too soon. Overstimulated in the best way possible, sobbing at his touch. Pushing your skirt higher and higher, until you could see them, those baby blue eyes.

"Herm, Herm-fuck-I can't...too soon"

He pulled back, fingers still curling. Nose nuzzling against your clit, god you knew you liked his nose for a reason.

"For me? Please?"

And how could you say no. Hands moving down, gripping wet strands. Pulling him closer as he licked and sucked and fucked. Playing you until you made every noise he wanted. Soft moans, desperate whimpers. Knot filling your stomach ready to unravel as-

Were did his goggles go?

The alarm was shrill. A nasty buzzing in your ear as you smacked it silent. Missing the snooze button three times before you woke up enough to blink it into blurry vision.

A dream, of course it was a dream. When wasn't it a dream. But this one was worse, so much worse. Because it wasn't even Monday. Sunday just rolling around with a soft orange filtering through your curtains and an aggressive throb in your groin. Did you wet the bed or what that...?

Fuck.

You fingers unlocked your phone, rolling onto your back as you opened his chat almost on instinct. Scrolling up to the video, hovering over the play button.

One day, you couldn't last one more day?

You let the phone drop, a sobbing whine pulled from your throat as you shoved a pillow over your face.

Wait, one day...just one.

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When you alarm rung out on the right day it was all a blur. Sheet's thrown back to make way for a very thorough warm shower, brushing teeth and gargling mouthwash, pulling on clothes and almost falling over multiple times. You almost forgot underwear and socks. Too eager, that was...that was far too eager.

The bus was moving too slowly. Non existent morning traffic keeping it from its destination, finally reaching the right spot after what felt like hours. You flew out with a far too excited thank you to the bus driver. Running towards the sliding doors, and right into him.

Sat on the steps, backpack in hand, suit on and puddle dripping down the concrete. He manged to stand up in time to catch you as you over corrected your stopping speed, almost falling on top of him. Arms around you waist, your hands on his chest, smiling in that same soft shy way. Dreams flashing before your eyes.

You would have whimpered, if you weren't to busy huffing in breaths.

"Good-good Morning"

He slowly set you to rights, back on two feet and close, so close. Eyes hidden behind googles, looking down at you. He was far too tall.

"Morning. Sorry I was...the bus..."

His hands where still on your waist, your own flexing against his chest. He cleared his throat and took a step back. Hands lingering, not wanting or unable to let go...just yet.

"It's ok. It-it was on time, right? I checked-looked at the schedule-timetable...thing"

"Yeah, yeah it was. You...you checked my bus timetable?"

You looked up at him, breath finally caught, soft smile gracing your lips as you hands slid down his chest. Palms open and pressing lightly, water dripping down your wrists.

"Oh well you-you always get here an hour early because it-the one near you comes-arrives every hour so-so if you don't-don't get it on time you'll-you will be...late. And you said not on-on work time so..."

He was getting lost in the sentence, your hands sliding down more and more. Reaching his stomach, down his navel, his hips his-he squeaked, jumping back, letting go. Eyes wide as he took in your soaking wet hands and the matching wet patches on your work shirt, quickly wiping his gloved hands on his pants, like that would wick them dry.

"S-sorry, powers I-I didn't mean to..."

His goggles were fogging up. Steamy and dripping, he pulled them off. Wiping the water from his lashes with the back of his hand.

"I-um-I have-have something for you"

He leaned down, reaching into his backpack and pulling out the zip lock bag. Un-opened and untouched. Your tickets still inside.

"Will-will you still go-come-come with me?"

He held them out in shaking hands, shoulder wiping at his eyes as water dripped down into them. Concrete turning dark beneath him. You took a step forward, taking them in you own hands, gripping them tight as you gave in. Finally just...gave in. Reaching up and pulling him down. Wet and soft lips sliding against your own. Zip lock pressed into his shoulder, your other hand gripping his jaw so tightly he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. And he didn't. He really didn't want to. Hands hovering, wanting to grip and pull but too afraid of ruining your uniform more before the day had begun.

You sucked his lower lip, he whined. Chasing you as you pulled away. almost tripping over his own feet.

"The locker room should be empty...and they have towels"

"Yeah, good-great-great idea. We should-let's go"

You don’t exactly know what you were expecting, coming out here today. Sure, a lot of messed up shit goes on in Los Angeles, which means it’s a given that superheroes would be out and about – but it’s noon on an overcast Sunday, and you’re not exactly dressed in your Sunday best.

It’s laundry day for you, which means old, raggedy clothes and hair thrown up into the simplest protective style you can muster. The only issue, of course, is that you ran out of laundry detergent. It was horrible planning on your part, really. You should have kept a better track of how much you had left, but you were rather focused on other things. You wouldn’t have come out today if it wasn’t an emergency, too, but you have a job interview tomorrow and the clothes you’re currently wearing are the only moderately clean clothes you have.

An old hoodie, some shorts that are borderline scraps at this point, and a bra that’s far too small for you these days. That’s all you have. Maybe, on literally any other day, you would not have cared. Wouldn’t have made a big fuss about it.

But today is not that day. Waterboy, in the literal sopping wet flesh, is standing in the grocery aisle just before you, his green eyes roving along the selection before him. There’s a part of you that wants to turn tail and run – your heart is beating out of your chest because you’re standing in front of your hero – but there’s a far bigger part that wants to stay. That wants, at the very least, to say something to him. To ask for a photo (damn, you left your phone in the car), or maybe an autograph, even (you have an old grocery list and a pen in your pocket, so that would suffice).

It takes a moment, but you muster up the courage to say hello. Your voice is gentle, quiet, like you’re afraid you may scare him off. Waterboy is known for his skittishness, after all. Known for his… not-exactly-heroic demeanor.

“Excuse me?” You murmur, brows upturned.

The tall, lanky man before you startles before he spins around to face you. You can’t help the smile that brightens your expression now that you’re face-to-face with him. He’s prettier in person. Taller, too.

His face has that ever-present visage of concern that you’ve seen in the media. Like he’s ashamed to take up space. He has that look like he’s expecting you to usher him away so you can grab what you need. Though, he’s clearly not expecting the grin you sport, nor the way you look up at him, eyes wide and doe-like (that part is on purpose, just a bit).

“Y-Yes, yeah. Hello– uhm, hi. Did… Did you need something?” He questions through his thick stutter. Your smile only grows wider.

“Uhm, O-only your autograph, if you’re willing?”

His green eyes widen, and a bead of water drips down his face. “My, uhm– You want… Autograph? My autograph?”

You nod hastily, practically vibrating with excitement. “Yes, please. You’re my hero, so… I-If you’re busy, that’s okay, I just figured I would–”

“Busy, no!” He interrupts. “Not– I’m not busy. Y-You… uhm, I’ll glad–gladly sign… uh, give you an autograph!”

You giggle in elation as you reach into your pocket in search of that pen and the grocery list. Waterboy stands patiently before you as you do so, twiddling his thumbs and gazing nervously into the empty end of the aisle you both stand in. There’s a shy sort of smile on his face, and you wonder if he’s ever received this kind of attention before. If anyone’s ever asked him for this – or if they’ve looked on at him with a kind smile and a doe-eyed stare that can’t hide the clear attraction.

Because, yes, let’s be honest here, you’re fucking attracted to him. A tall, lanky man that can’t stand still – that’s your type.

You come up short when you reach the pen, only to discover that the crinkled paper you need is missing, your pockets void of any sort of old grocery list. You curse inwardly, smile falling marginally – until your brain is set alight with a new idea. It’s a risky one, and it may be a little bold for what you’re used to, but you miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.

You’re taking this shot. You’re standing before your literal hero and he’s even hotter in person. Damn it, you’re doing this.

“Oh, shoot.” You say, pulling out the lone pen. “I don’t have anything for you to sign…”

“O-Oh, that’s… that’s okay.” Waterboy murmurs. “Maybe we could… picture? Take a picture?”

“Don’t have my phone on me.” You tell him. “But, maybe I have a bit of an idea?”

You hand him the pen, and he takes it without question. Slightly nervous, you spare a look to the empty environment around you – void of people, void of any potential judgement. With a shaky smile, you look at Waterboy – right as you pull the hem of your hoodie up to reveal your chest. Confined in a bra that’s far too small, no less. Your chest heaves with a tremulous sigh, cheeks warming significantly.

“You could just… sign right here?”

Waterboy’s eyes are as wide as you’ve ever seen them. Though the blackness of his pupils nearly overtakes the forest green of his irises. His gaze moves up and down – from your eyes down to your lips, from your face down to your toes, before he finally settles on your chest. His cheeks are painted a deep russet red, his shoulders are tense and hunched upward in surprise. His mouth opens and then closes, before opening once more. All the while, you stare on with a smirk.

“You–You want… to sign your… I-I, uhm. Okay. Yes, yeah, okay.”

Gently, his hand comes up to your chest, pen held aloft. You bite your lip as the pressure of his signature comes upon you (not the only thing you want coming upon you, if you’re entirely honest). As he writes his name down, you get another idea.

“You could also write down your number, if you’d like.”

He giggles, eyes wide, and sweat or water or whatever drips down his face. There’s a damp feeling against your chest – him leaving his mark in more ways than one. The red on his cheeks grows darker, the heat biting deeper, and you have to hold back the squeal of excitement as you look down to witness him writing down a number just under his name. Once he finishes, he stands straight up and hands your pen back to you – it’s coated in a thick layer of droplets. You stick it back in your pocket.

“Think I’m gonna get this tattooed.” You announce with a wide smile. As you look back up at him, shoving the hem of your hoodie back down, you bat your lashes. “My hero. Thank you.”

“Thank– Thank you. No, thank you. I-I… yeah.” He chuckles, pupils still blown.

With a sweet smile, you turn to make your way to the detergent aisle. “I’ll call you!”

“C-Call, yeah… Call me. Alright!" He calls after you.

Robert was...confused, to say the least. Herm stuttering through his sentences until he finally came clean with his intentions. Asking for help finding a suit. He had been wearing his late grandfathers for years and it just didn't fit. Loose at the shoulders and tight around the thighs. Too short in the arms and legs and too baggy around his non-existent ass. He just wanted one that fit. One that was his. And he had enough in his savings now to get one.

So Robert agreed. Meeting him outside the tailors on a Saturday morning, Christmas shoppers everywhere. Crawling like ants through overpriced shops for useless crap to give people they tolerated, why else would they be leaving it this late? Dressed in his jeans and a moth eaten sweater, far too under dressed for this establishment. They took some time picking the right shade of navy, paring it with silver snowflake cufflinks and a tie. The tailor circling around him on some strange platform in the middle of a semi circle of mirrors, shoving in pins and marking areas with chalk that quickly dissolved. Herm kept apologising. He waved him off.

You're not the first Hero I've fitted.

Robert was sat on a wooden padded chair, glass of complementary champagne next to him, going through different type of shoes and pocket squares as Herm shifted nervously.

"So...why the sudden desire to get a suit?"

Herm parted his legs, blushing as his inseam was measured. The tailor huffing out a small laugh mixed with an amused smile.

"Oh no-no reason. Just-just time I-that I-I have money now so I should spend-invest in...in things"

The tailor scribbled some notes. Patting Herm on the shoulder and quickly darting out to grab a few things for the final bill, leaving them alone for a few minutes. He took a swig of his champagne, Herms remained untouched, just looking in the mirror, turning this way and that, pushing back wet hair with a defeated sigh.

"You only ever invest in one suit and that's your wedding suit. That's what Chase use to say at least. You know during prom he-"

Herms back stiffed, eyes darting to Robert's in the reflection, gulping nervously as Robert let the shoe that was in his lap slip off onto the floor.

"Oh no....no don't tell me. It is isn't it, this isn't your wedding suit"

Herm rubbed the back of his neck with a large wet hand, turning around slowly. Guilty expression filling his face.

"M-maybe-kind of-yeah, yes...yes it is"

Robert was frozen. A mix of shock and joy filling his mind, making his legs feel like lead while his shoulders floated away from him.

"I didn't even know you were seeing someone. I know you're kind of a closed off guy but fuck man, marriage? You've been hiding a marriage?"

Herm shrugged, trying for an amused laugh that came out like a voice break. Tugging at his sleeves. Smoothing down a non-existent tie. Hanging up on the mirror while the Tailor took his neck measurements.

"Its just-We're only going to the registry office. Nothing-not fancy or-or anything"

Fancy or not, marriage?! Herman was getting married?! At Christmas?! What a fucking romantic.

Robert let his head fall into his hands. Groaning as he processed it all before snapping up to look around the store. Spending his Saturday in some random mall surrounded by cotton and silk instead of at home wallowing in self pity with Beef like he had originally planned picking a suit for a weeding he didn't even know was occurring, let alone invited too.

"Why am I here then?"

Herm took a step off the platform, picking up the shoe Robert had dropped. Turning it in his hands. Maybe brown leather would look better. He wasn't very good with colours.

"To-to help pick matching pocket squares"

"To help-....wait matching? I'm not...am I your best man?!"

Robert was on his feet now, just inches away from Herms face. His shitty posture making it at all possible to look at him without needing to be on his tippy toes. Herm almost dropped the shoe. Slipping through his hands a few times before he manged to catch it, clutching it close to his chest.

"W-well only if you-if you'd like-want to...be, if you want to be. I'd really like you to-if you could and if, maybe, if it doesn't bother you maybe-could you-um walk me down the-the aisle?"

His hands ran down his face, rubbing away exhaustion and shock. turning around on his heel because...what else could he do?

His best man? Walk him down the aisle? Where was his...right, just grandma.

"Fuck, Herm. Talk about last minute notice. I haven't even met your fiancée. I didn't even know you had one"

Herm was shaking like a leaf, licking his lips and clearing his throat as the tailor returned. Bill in hand as well as some pamphlets on how to properly wash and store the suit once it was ready for collection.

"So is that...is it a yes?"

It wasn't that he was looking, because he wasn't, not on purpose anyway. But the day had been long and your were all in the same row of lockers, getting changed and chatting. Him dodging towel whips from a manic Flambae as you laughed with Prism about whatever the latest internet meme was. He had never thought twice about your body until that moment. Reaching under your shirt and tugging, slipping, unclipping until an industrial slab of fabric was released and they...fell out.

Round and soft and...huge.

"See you guys tomorrow, I'm just going to drive Prism home"

You waved with smile. As if you had not just pulled off the most amazing magic trick known to man right in front of him. Prism's double automatically appearing to rub at your shoulders as you collected your things and headed off.

He was frozen to the spot. Suit half open, one glove in his locker, the other on the floor. Dripping wet and gulping. Sonar slid in next to him, snout covered in white powder.

"You saw those too right? I didn't hallucinate them?"

He nodded, moving to open his mouth and agree verbally when Flambae got him. Yelping as the corner of the towel left a stinging mark on his flat ass.

He tired to forget about it, he really did. You were hiding them for a reason. He had done some research, looking into how you could even pull of an illusion like that and found several forums about body dysmorphia, gender identity, back pain. You name it, he found it. It was very informative, but it didn't rid him of the image of how they had just...bounced free. Like two balloons that had spontaneously inflated before his eyes.

So when you caught him staring at the now mostly flat surface he had never felt more guilty. Waving your hand in front of his face with an amused smile. Breaking his daze.

"Earth to Waterboy, you good?"

He looked up from your chest to your face, blushing, water leaking out of the corners of his mouth. The break room filled with people going in and out. Interrupting your small group at the table. Punch up, Mal and Prism stifling laughs behind bites of food.

"Ah yeah-yes, I'm-I'm here-earth-on earth, yes"

"Wondering where my tits went?"

You were...blunt. Very blunt.

"Oh-um no-yes-maybe-I don't mean to-I didn't want to-staring-I didn't meant to stare. Its just-your so-and then they just...appear"

He raised his hands, shaking him defensively before giving up and letting them fall to the table.

"I can show you later, if you're free"

His head snapped up so fast he got light headed, vison spinning as he nodded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically.

You patted his cheek.

"Just don't tell Sonar. He's a bit of a creep"

Can I milk them?

"What was in the video?"

Robert was sighing rubbing his temples as he recounted the last two days of worry as the weekend approached. How grateful he was that Robert got you to look at his message, that you had seen it, and you must have watched it. But you didn't reply. Not a comment, a you've been blocked message or even a little react emoji. Nothing. Just silence as he wracked his brain stupid. A nervous wreck staring off into the distance in the middle of calls as everyone fell victim to his delayed reflexes. Self-esteem plummeting with each watery slip and sprained ankle.

Had he pushed it too far? Did you not like it? Was he-was it not want you imaged? What you wanted was he repulsive or-

"Herm, what video did you send?"

Robert was practically begging at this point. Herm's flushed cheeks and gnawed on bottom lip giving him some idea of what it might contain. And he didn't like it. Not one bit. But he had to know, he had to. He had to know it wasn't what he thought it was.

"It was um-I was-its a video of me...and I'm-well, I kind of..."

He wrung his hands, squeezing the water out of his gloves as his eyes travelled down. Robert slapped the table, eyes wide.

"You sent a co-worker a video of you jacking off?!"

Herm jumped, trying at first hush him, calm him down before the whole office turned in on your conversation. Well...Galen was inevitable. Robert was pulling at his hair, literally. Hands balled into fists, tuffs of scruffy brown peaking between his knuckles.

"What the fuck, Herman. What on earth possessed you to do that!?"

"Yeah, cause what girls like even more than unsolicited dick pics is unsolicited whacking it videos"

Invisa appeared next to them. Arms crossed and a smirk painted across her face. Robert spun around to face her. Hair messy and eyes frantic.

"Can you not fucking do that?!"

Herm tried to calm the situation down again before the two them got into it. Ending with Robert back to the floor and sporting a bloody nose. Sitting up in his chair, hovering above the seat with his hands outstretched.

"Listen, please, I had-there was a reason-"

"Was the reason that you were really horny?"

Invisa smiled. Roberts head hit the table. Herm could feel the blood drain from his face. Falling back into his chair in a panic.

"No, no! It's just-I can't say why but it-it makes sense why I did it! I promise I would never-I'm not the type to-Grandma raised me better than to just send those kinds of-that content without-with no reason!"

This was all getting out of hand. He just wanted some help. Wanted an opinion from someone he trusted. He was so desperate to see you. So lonely. His mind plagued by too many thoughts. Images of your head thrown back and lips parted, hands sliding under your clothes. Moving and twisting, moaning his name so desperately. How you cried and held yourself in the parking lot, carboard soggy in his hands as his feet where suck frozen to the ground, completely useless. How you rushed away with choked breaths, almost tripping on the curb, feet padding so fast-

"Hey, hey, breath. It's ok. I believe you, you're a good guy. I'm just...shocked, that's all"

He was hyperventilating. When did he start hyperventilating.

"So am I. You got a copy I can watch or-"

"Courtney, out. And if I hear a word of this-"

"Yeah, yeah, you'll kill me. I got it, James Bond"

Invisa snatched Roberts twinkies off the table, shoving one into her mouth as she left. Robert now kneeling next to Herm, hand on his chest, guiding in deep breaths. In and out. In and out. Until he was calm enough to think. Hands no longer shaking as Robert leaned back on his heels. Sighing deeply. Conversation taking on a hushed tone now.

"What was you plan? What did you want to achieve by sending....that?"

He wiped at his eyes, lifting his googles as tears poured out. When did he start crying?

"I...I just want us to be friends again"

And he did. More than anything. His fingers hovering over songs, wanting to send them, add them. Advertisements for concerts no longer bringing him joy but a sense of dread instead. The box left unpacked in the corner of his room.

"Well, then...let me talk to her. Maybe she'll let me know what she thought of that-you-it"

Robert squeezed his shoulder. Standing up with a crack of his spine.

"This is the most awkward conversation I have ever had with another human being"

Herm huffed out a laugh. Repositioning his goggles, following Robert out of the break room and back to work.

"S-sorry, I tend-I make things-that's how most of my conversations go-end up as-like"

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Robert had called you. Talked about Herm, about his panic, his tears. Over a wanking video. He didn't want to know why it was sent. He didn't want to know if you enjoyed it, all he asked was that you talked to him. Please, as soon as possible. Before Invisa opened her big mouth and everyone in the office knew about Waterboy jerking it on cam.

And so you did.

Waiting until you knew he would be home from work. Sat on your bed, twisting your pillow between your hands. Hugging it close to your chest as you hovered over his contact page. Little photo of him smiling accompanying it. Taken one day during lunch when he wasn't looking. Punch up, telling him some dirty joke and taking the time to explain it to him until he was in stitches.

But you couldn't bring yourself to press the little green button. To start the call and actually talk about this. This madness that had been going on. You would have to admit what you were doing and why. A ball of tangled nerves stuck in your stomach at the thought of having to admit you liked him...like that. The possibility you might be rejected hanging in the air. Leading you both to either live as awkward friends who had seen each other cum without ever laying a finger on the other or as total strangers too afraid to commit to something more.

But you missed him. You're shelves were empty and your music didn't hit the same. So you pressed the green button. Holding your phone to your ear. Listening to it ring.

And ring.

And ring.

And ri-

"Hey-Hi-H-Hello!"

He was out of breath. Volume quite and then too loud, like he had the phone to far away and then too close. You licked your lips, his voice was so good. Like you had been slashed with cold water. Refreshed and awake for the first time all week.

"H-hi, Herm. Robert said to call. You...you wanted to talk?"

He was shuffling around. A thump followed by a whispered curse.

"Yes! Yes I-I did. If that's-if its ok, with you that is?"

He was taking off the suit wasn't he? Getting it stuck on his feet and tumbling over onto his messy bedroom floor. You couldn't help by smile at the image.

"Yeah, yeah its fine. I mean...I'm coming back on Monday we should-this should...we should get this mess cleaned up before Blazer calls HR on us"

You rolled onto your side, still holding your pillow tightly, curled around it with your phone pressed to the side of your flushed face. It was meant as a joke but the reality was this was a HR nightmare. They were probably breaking several policies, enough to get them fired instantly. But she hadn't fired you yet. So maybe it would be all ok. Right? I mean, none of it happened on company time.

"Did...did you see-watch my video?"

His voice was hesitant. Suddenly quiet and nervous. You could hear the squeak of plastic under him. Sitting down on his bed? Had...had he even gotten changed? Or was he just laying there in his sopping wet duckie boxers, suit stuck around his ankles and googles askew?

You bit you lip. Thighs pressing together firmly as that familiar tingle returned.

"I..I did"

Several times. Each time your hands wandering, your brain imagining. Working yourself up far too much over him to be healthy.

"I hope you didn't-that its wasn't to-to forward or presumptuous. That's a word right? Presumptuous?"

You chuckled. Just lost in the...Herman-ness of him for a moment. Before you remembered he was talking about sending you a wanking video. Then it all become very surreal again.

"Sorry I just-I didn't know-know what else to do. I...I miss you. I can't-don't want to-I still have those concert tickets and id like you to-to go with me...still"

You breath caught in your throat. Eyes stinging with tears of relief as he said those words.

With me.

"I would...I'd really like to go with you too"

You hoped your voice wasn't shaking too much. Chest finally relaxed, tears falling fat and fast but silently. All the tension that had been building over the week melting out of your body.

"So I can-on Monday? You'll take-I can give them to you...on Monday?"

You nodded, then realised he wouldn't be able to see that over the phone and made an approving noise instead. Just listening to each other shuffle around and breath for a moment.

The tingle wasn't going away. In fact it was just getting stronger. You had established that the friendship was here to stay, maybe it was time to address the elephant in the room.

Not Herm's giant cock, although...

"I...um I wasn't thinking bout your...you in... me, by the way"

You could hear his breath hitch and then silence.

"It was...your hands and-and mouth. Just-yeah...I thought you should-you would like to...know"

More silence. You panicked. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, maybe you had pushed it too far. Back peddle, back peddle it.

"It's beautiful by the way, your....you...it, it is. Beautiful. I should stop tal-"

"What-what were my hands...what were they doing?"

His breath was laboured now. Huffing into the receiver, plastic squeaking underneath him. You squirmed on top of your sheets.

"They...They were inside. And so...so long. Your fingers are so long, Herm"

Your breath was catching now. Rolling onto your stomach, legs parted and hips rolling as you pushed you pillow lower and lower.

"And...and my m-mouth?"

His voice was further away now. Phone shuffled around in a way you could only assume was him putting it on speaker. You did the same. Pushing yourself up, sat firmly on your crumpled pillow. Looking down at his little smiling photo.

"It was-fuck...wet, so wet and and sucking and warm. So warm. and you kept, you were looking at me with those big blue eyes and I just-it just...Herm"

You rocked harder, listening to the way his breath caught in his throat, soft moans and whimpers you knew he was hiding behind his hand. Both trying to get some relief from each other. Moving on from accidently voyeurism and home made porn to phone sex before even touching each other outside of the occasional brush of your finger tips.

It wasn't right. You had made yourself cum far too many times to the thought of him. You didn't want to do it again. You wanted to clutch at wet skin and tug on dripping hair. You wanted to suck and lick and bite until he was buried so deep inside you that you forgot your own name. You didn't want to cum from you fingers again or riding another pillow. You wanted him.

"We...we should stop. We can't-this isn't..."

He whined, breaths laboured as the phone shuffled around again, taken off speaker phone, now held back to his ear. He had stopped, just like you.

"Monday? Can-can continue on M-Monday?"

His voice was strained. Huffing in calming breaths between words. You leaned forward laying back down with your head next to your phone. Throbbing insistent but ignored. Knees folded under you.

"Yeah, yeah ok. Just...just not on company time"

"Ok...ok yes-agreed. Not-not on-during work time"

You could practically see him nodding furiously. Imagines of his flushed body, tented boxers and parted lips filling your mind as you gritted your teeth. Forcing you hips to stay still, to wait for him.

"I'll see you on Monday"

"Bright and early, yes. M-Monday. Two days until-away, two days away. Then I can-I will see you then"

Two days.

You could last two days.