#koexfic

On one of his first days on the team, Waterboy had a rather embarrassing long-lasting stutter.

During a meeting.

In front of the entire team.

But thankfully people just spoke over him instead of bullying him. With a squeak Herman turned to you, tears threatening to spill from his pleading eyes. You could see that he wanted to get his words out, so you tried to help him. Without asking, you read his mind. A surprisingly well-articulated sentence resonated in your head. You heard exactly what he wanted to say, and spoke it verbatim with an added, "That's what Herm was saying." After making sure the team understood that those were actually Herman's words, you turned to him to see his reaction. Instead of seeing the anger you expected, you were met with a blush on his smiling face. Ever since that day, something changed between you two.

Not being the best with words, sometimes Herm opts to giving you those fucking puppy-dog eyes that drive you insane. The look became a sort of approval for you to read his mind to understand what he wants to say. A silent code between you two. Who are you to deny the man you're in love with of anything?

"Uh, I'm all for team bonding guys, but I think that's enough." Robert's voice scares both of you. Cameras litter the city, how could you forget he could see you? And just how long had you been standing there wrapped in his arms? You two jump away from each other and share an awkward smile. Get a room.

Only when you arrive at the office do you realize how late it is. There is a whopping total of three people there: Herm, Robert, and you. Four, if you count Beef.

"Hey, good job today. Both of you." Robert compliments as he walks past you and Herm towards the exit, Beef in hand.

You say your goodbyes to your boss as he walks out and turn to Waterboy. Friday nights always make for the best hangouts. "So...did you want to come over tonight, Hermy?" Despite your abilities, you were unaware of how enrapturing he finds that nickname when it falls from your lips.

You hear him whisper something, but can't quite pick up what it was. "Herm? What did you say?" It takes all of your strength but you refrain from reading his mind. Until he gives you those eyes, at least.

His mind reads, 'That may not be a good idea.'

"Why not? Are you okay? What happened, Hermy?" Your voice is filled with worry as you grab his face to check for injuries. His face heats up and darkens to a shade of burgundy.

With a louder tone, he gushes, "I- I like you."

"Oh! Wait, really?" You're more shocked that he confesses than you are that he reciprocates your feelings. Sometimes curiosity gets the best of you and you just have to know what's making him so antsy. You've been aware of his crush on you for months now but of course, you gave him the chance to tell you how he feels if and when he wants to.

He nods at you, nervously waiting for your response. Drawing him closer, arms wrapped around his neck, you declare, "I like you too, Hermy." And finally, you kiss him. His hands immediately find perch on your body, running them everywhere he can reach. He can't seem to control the obscene sounds that fall from his mouth and into yours.

You expected his lips to be moist, but they were downright soaked. Along with the rest of his face. You wonder if sweat got mixed in with the rest of what he produces. 'I hope they don't notice the sweat.' His mind answers your unasked question. For some reason, it doesn't bother you. Truthfully, it just makes you curious about how much more he would sweat while he's on top of you. While he's in you.

Breaking away from his lips, you drag Waterboy by his hand. You lead him to Chase's desk and plant yourself on top of it. The height he continues to have over you as you sit on the table makes the spot between your thighs wetter than his entire body is.

Feeling more self-assured, Herm leans down and kisses you while dropping his hands to your hips. "Herm!" you giggle on his lips, pleasantly surprised by his actions. He backs off you just to request, "H-Hermy, please? Call me that."

You extend your arms out to him. "Then come back here, Hermy." And he ravages you. Connecting your lips once more, he shoves his tongue in your mouth. You move his hands to your chest and love how adventurous they are. His drawn-out whine is once again muffled by your mouth. Your legs wrap around his waist and now, firmly pressed against you is his-

"Do you fucking mind?" Somebody yells from a distance. It takes effort to pull yourself away from Herm but once you do, you turn to see Robert. Oh, God.

"Ro-Robert! Boss- you c-came back?" Herman is zipping his suit back up. You didn't unzip it. When had he started taking it off?

"I left my phone. I wouldn't have come back if I knew you guys were gonna be fucking three feet away from it."

Gathering yourself, you push Herm farther from you, making enough room for you to stand. "Fuck off, Bobby. We weren't even doing anything."

He scoffs, walks to his desk, and picks up his phone. "Tell that to the cameras." He points to the closest one, coincidentally aimed right where you, 'weren't doing anything.'

The camera snaps with a faint click sound. Telekinesis one, technology zero. You break it without so much as lifting your finger.

Robert is halfway through the door as he spits, "I'm reporting you on Monday," over his shoulder.

You bark, "With what proof, Robertson?" You slowly turn back to Herm, sure he's frightened out of his mind. You've never been happier to be proven wrong when he jumps on you after your boss is out of eyesight. His lips find yours and are suddenly skilled in their movements. Fast learner.

"Yes." He stops only to breathlessly answer your question from earlier. "Let's go to your place. N-now please." He begs. You can't help the smile that stains your face.

He plants two hard kisses onto your cheek and carries you to what makes the fourth bed you two have owned. It hasn't been replaced this many times because you moved around a lot, but because they keep breaking. Wonder how.

It isn't that you wanted to argue, it's that you're owed an apology at the very least. You push back against Bigby as he gently tries to get you to turn onto your stomach. Finally, you speak, "You do realize what an asshole you are, right? How rude that was?"

While climbing on top of you, his brief reply comes. "I was caught up in work." He kisses his way down your neck.

"You didn't remember our date! It is our anniversary, Bigby! You don't even care about it. O-or me." You stutter as he enters you. You wrap your arms around his neck and draw him closer.

He hums, "Of course I remembered. I could never forget about you."

"Yeah, I rea-really felt remembered when I was dining alone, you dick." You manage to speak between his slow thrusts.

He sighs in realization that this isn't ending anytime soon, but doesn't stop his movements. Actually, he speeds up.

"I seriously couldn't get away. I tried-"

"You tried everything but walking out the damn door." You bicker even as you tighten your grip on him and start rutting back.

Bigby takes a few long, deep breaths, and his hips follow suit. But eventually, he stops his motions and raises his head from where it's been buried in your neck to look at you. Face to face. Inches away. Your gaze is met with puppy dog eyes, God dammit.

"I'm sorry, really. It won't happen again. I won't miss any dates in the future. Just forgive me, okay?"

You step into your bedroom with Herm on your tail. Closing the door behind himself, Herman's hand is back on his zipper, waiting. His eyes convey that message, and you don't even bother reading his mind. "Take it off." You begin shedding yourself of your clothes too, somehow finishing before he does. When you look up at him, you can't bring yourself to look away.

It is both a blessing and a curse to have Herman standing in your room, wetsuit-less. A blessing, of course, because you've always wondered what he had underneath his outfit, and you are enamored by what you see. A curse, because you aren't sure you'll be able to handle him. To handle it. But you've never been the type to give up easily.

To call him well-endowed is a huge understatement. You had guessed from his lanky frame that he wouldn't be packing, but you had never been happier to be wrong. His weeping cock is simply beautiful, that's the only term you could think of to call it. It's coated in something that seems to be a mix of water and pre-cum, you can't wait to find out what it tastes like.

Finding the distance between you to be too much, Herm slowly walks over to you with his arms oh-so slightly outstretched. "Can I, ah..." Your boyfriend is too shy to even ask it. You'll fix that soon enough. "It's alright, baby. We can take it slow. Wanna feel around a little?" He nods.

You grab hold of his left hand and set it on your chest. It pinches at your nipple instantly. "Oh, pretty. S-so pretty, baby." The nickname he echoes doesn't sound quite right coming from him, but you adore his efforts nonetheless. "Thank you, Hermy. You can touch wherever." Your permission spurs him on. "Yeah? You- you too, please. Anywhere."

He closes the gap between you and drops his right hand to your ass, grabbing blindly at it. His boldness is welcome, if just a tad unexpected. He swallows the gasp you let out and kisses you, full force. Responding to his request, you trail your hands down his back until they meet his hips. You take half a step back. "Hermy," You drawl, "Can I suck you off? Or try to, anyway." This time, your mouth isn't there to absorb his gasp. "Oh, ah!- Yes, if you're- If you want. Yes!" You waste no time getting onto your knees. His dick has begun dripping onto your pile of clothes, which reside on the floor. You lick your lips.

You lie to yourself that you aren't aiming to impress when you force down half his cock on the first go. Your hands take care of the rest. You barely have time to register the bitter taste on your tongue, as the tip has made its way to the back of your throat. The wanton moan Herman lets out is music to your ears. "Wow- ah. That- you're so g-good." He struggles to get the words out. His hips start to make tiny thrusts forward, as if you could take much more. Your drool has already started adding to the puddle on your garments. A wet hand of his makes its way to the crown of your head. Not pushing, just holding on. When you look up at him with your mouth full of cock, he half-moans, half-sobs your name. You remove a hand from him to uselessly wipe at your face, and then play with his balls. "G-God…So much, so good," He's a broken record. He doesn't try to stifle himself. You'd sing your praises if you could but, you know. A little preoccupied at the moment.

With an obnoxiously loud slurp, you pull off of him. His arm falls parallel to the other with a small sigh. "Good?" You ask from your position on the ground. "Good." He confirms, towering over you. He reaches down and helps you up onto your bed. You don't acknowledge the awkward little 'Thanks' he murmurs with anything more than a smile.

Sitting atop your bed, you can now see his face clearly. When he leans in to kiss you this time, you pull the goggles off from the top of his head. "Now I, uh," He raises his right hand with only the middle three fingers up, all slightly bent, all sopping wet. "This? R-right?" In all the months he's been in love with you, you're not sure you've ever seen him turn a prettier hue of red. You steal a kiss.

"Yeah, you know how?" He shakes his head, worry beginning to paint his blushing face. "Don't worry, it's easy. I'll teach you." You pull him onto the bed with you, thankful you had a king-sized one.

You're reclining on your back, lying down between his open legs. He sits on his knees. "You can start with just one, for now." Normally, you could do with just a quick fingering, but with his size? You're going to need some time to adjust.

You're not sure if he has a bit of trouble finding your entrance or if he wanted to tease you a little, but he doesn't finger you right away. Just when you were about to help out, he finds and breaches your hole, causing you to involuntarily clench around his finger. You aren't sure which of you moaned louder. "T-that's good. All the way now." You instruct. He is happy to follow orders. He gets to work, pumping it into you at a steady pace.

He works his way up to four fingers without you having to guide him too much more. They're stretching and spreading apart from each other. By now, he's been rutting into your thigh for a few minutes. The bed is getting soaked, you pay that no mind.

Sitting up and grabbing his wrist, you push it back a little, attempting to remove his fingers from inside you. He gets the memo and eases them out. Bending your knees, he situates himself between you with his restless cock rubbing against your core. He bends down to kiss you, groaning at the pressure the motion grants on his tip. "Go ahead, Hermy. Don't keep me waiting," You command against his lips. He finally pushes in. It is pure bliss.

You had never pictured Cloud Nine as moist, but it turns out that's exactly what it is.

The room is damp and humid. You feel full, though Herm isn't even halfway in yet.

If you closed your eyes for too long, you might have thought there was a leak in your roof. Herman is easing into you and sweating heavily along the way. His eyes shoot wide open when you squirm beneath him to wipe at your face, and he sits up a bit more to drip onto himself instead of onto you. "Ah, sorry. P-powers. Well, and I'm kinda n-nervous."

You giggle a bit, "It's alright, honey. How do you feel?" Your nerves have been relieved. You expected a bit of pain, but with all the water his dick pushed in with, it's mostly just a nice stretch.

Your walls squeeze him snugly. Herm feels bad he didn't ask you any earlier, "M-me? How are you? Not- not hurting, are you? Right?" His motion stops. His knitted eyebrows are sign enough for you to read, 'So tight. So warm,' From his mind.

You briefly prop yourself up on an elbow to see how much more cock is there for you to take. There's a good 3 inches remaining. You try not to get stuck wondering about how many are in you already, though you know it must be over 5 inches.

"Oh, I'm fine, keep going. Please." He continues, stuffing you full, whining as he does. "You're doing so well, Hermy." He grinds into you faster, shaking the bed. Your praise brings out a new side of him. You carry on, "You like that, huh? Like hearing how good you are, baby?" His strokes become erratic, yet maintain their depth.

"Oh, please," He doesn't even know what he's begging for, "Yes, so good, yes." His head drops near yours, not far from your neck. Your legs wrap around his waist as he somehow thrusts even harder into you.

You started at the center of your bed, but he's fucked you so hard, and the bed is so drenched that your arm now has to hold the headboard as you brace for his thrusts. His hand makes its way between your legs; he's good at multitasking, as he fixes his position. Your free hand claws at his back as you moan his name out. You would probably find it unfair that he's making you so loud without offering much more than high-pitched grunts in return, if you weren't so close. "F-fuck, yes! Like that! I-I'm gonna-" Your climax hits, and it amazes Herman how he nearly loses traction because of the flood that is now your bed. It's mostly his creation, but you add to it significantly.

After a few more long strokes, everything stills as he leans back to look at you. "But, I'm- please, I'm so close. Please, w-what do I-" You cut him off with a breathy kiss, and a gentle purr, "Oh…Such a good boy for me, God." You tighten your legs around him, pulling him into you more. Coming down from your high, you convince yourself that you'll be fine letting him fill you up. He could probably help clean it out of you, right?

"Come on, you wanna cum right?" He starts up again, nodding frantically. The overstimulation teeters on painful. "Fuck. Then go ahead. Be a good boy for me, Hermy."

Watching you pant beneath him, calling him by his two favorite names, in your bed, as your boyfriend? It's more than enough to send him over the edge. You relish how he wails out your name when he does. He buries himself to the hilt while spilling into you. You're so full that his cum slides out and drips down onto your ass, onto your tsunami of a bed.

After pulling out, your boyfriend collapses beside you, staring at you. You watch him catch his breath and answer, "Yes, Herm. I'm okay," To the question in his mind he couldn't get out just yet. He hums with his mouth slack.

Moments later, after you had just begun resting your eyes, you feel kisses covering your face all over. You chuckle, "You okay?"

"'M great. You're great!" He is beyond loopy, but he still pushes himself up and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom. It's not until he comes to wipe you clean do you notice just how bad the damage to your bed is. It is entirely unusable, the mattress is gushing with every little movement you make on it.

In the midst of cleaning you, Herm profusely apologizes and promises to replace it soon. It doesn't bother you much, you expected something like this to happen. Your couch, which got recently, pulls out into an okay bed. You guys can make do for one night.

Because you two work together, you see Bigby often. Whether you're working a case together or going over briefings with Snow, the Sheriff is never too far from you. Just how you like it. Snow, since becoming Mayor, has been running the office differently from her predecessor. Much to Bigby's disdain, she makes sure everything is cut and dry, by the book. Although Snow is his boss, everyone knows Bigby would stick with his tasteless violence if you weren't there to keep him in line.

When you do get to work directly beside Bigby, it's easy for strangers to confuse who works for who. On several cases you've gone on together, Bigby acts more like your bodyguard than your boss. You find yourself giving him tasks to complete, and if any suspect so much as looks at you funny, your puppy is roughing them up within the next second. Despite all his promises to stop fighting and let you handle your own battles, he always seems to dive head, or fist first, into brutality. You've thought about getting a leash to keep him back...

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When you first started dating, Bigby was scared to touch you at all. Even hugging him was a struggle because he was so scared of accidentally crushing you. But once you let him know what you wanted to do, he is happy to oblige.

Months down the road, he's very rough in bed. He does have the courtesy to take his time getting into it, but once you're comfortable, he won't hold back.

Holding you down and tying you up, he's all for. Almost anything you want, he'll do. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but if you try to get him to venture towards it sexually, he eventually would. With a little extra coaxing, you could definitely get him to choke you.

The visitor is handsome, by Mundie standards. And he seems to know it. Something doesn't sit right with Gren, seeing you talk to another man the way you talk to him.

Leaning in closer. Batting your eyelids. Playing with your hair. Resting your hand on his. Like you could truly be into this douche.

Could you be? Gren's chest stirs.

Oh. Jealousy. Feels like shit.

There's no missing the half-smirk that shows up on your face when you glance back towards Gren.

Do you already know?

Did Holly tell you? Is that why she's hiding?

She's as good as dead.

Taking a deep breath and mustering up all his courage, Gren makes his way over to you.

"Havin' fun over here, huh?" He speaks firmly, his voice steadier than he feels.

"What's it to you?" The man throws over his shoulder, eyes glued to yours.

You let out a laugh, no, a fucking giggle, as you whisper, "Aww, maybe he's jealous."

"Well, he can piss off." The man leans in closer to you. Too close. "He isn't the guy I'm trying to fuck tonight."

That's got to be too much for you.

It's definitely too much for Gren.

Before you can blink, Gren's bent the Mundie over the counter, twisting his arm behind his back.

He tries to push Gren off, but he's too strong. This isn't the first time that you've noticed his physique. Nonetheless, you stop to admire it. Not too muscly but clearly enough to hold his own. Or to manhandle someone. You almost fail at pushing that thought away.

The Mundie starts apologizing and begging for mercy. Grendel grants it to him with a warning.

"Don't you ever show your face here again, unless you want this," He squeezes the arm tighter. The man yelps. "To be snapped clean off. Am I understood?"

His sharp tone does something strange to you. Your thighs instinctively press together.

Of course, the Mundie cries in agreement, so Gren lets him go. He runs away, sniffling. Poor bastard.

In complete astonishment at himself, Gren walks up to you, who's risen from his chair. His hands are up, like he wants to check you for scars. Or like he wants to show that he isn't a threat. "So, you're uh, you're okay?"

You scoff. "Okay? Babe are you fucking kidding me?"

Shit. Shit. Panic. "It- I'm sorry, I just wanted to help..." Gren stumbles over his words as you inch closer. "I thought- I hated seeing you wit- he was-"

"Gren." If either of you moved any closer, you'd be...

"Huh? Yes?" His eyes can't decide between your lips and your eyes.

"Come here." It's barely audible. It didn't need to be. Your incessant hands grabbing at him said more than enough.

And finally, finally, your lips meet.

The kiss was well worth all the teasing, Gren now realizes it for what it was.

Possibly getting ahead of himself, Gren pushes you against the counter, his body pushing against yours, and that's when he notices, and that's when you notice, an absence of something.

Both surprised, you pull away, still staying close.

"You don't, are you-"

"Yeah. You too?"

"Yeah." And Gren's never been happier. You really are perfe-

"You're perfect." You voice his thoughts. God. He dives back in. You make a cute sound.

Maybe you did like him more. Maybe Holly was right, he thinks.

As if on cue, she walks out of the back with slow applause.

"Bravo! Bravo! Encore!"

The two of you continued attacking each other's faces for a second, before reluctantly pulling away to acknowledge her. A single string tying you to each other. That, and your limbs wrapped indistinguishably.

"Holly," you draw out her name. "Go back into hiding, we're kind of occupied."

So she did know. Hm.

"Yeah, well, it's my bar, and I'm not cleaning up any spills other than drinks, so I suggest you two get a room."

And you two do just that.

"Two hundred thousand. We got a deal or what?" Harvey demands.

The duo of strangers look at each other, speaking in a different language.

One of Harvey's henchmen whispers something in Harvey's ear. It seems to upset him.

He slams the table and yells, "Two hundred k! Let's go already!" His temper long gone.

"Get ready. They'll have the Orlov soon." Vincent predicts.

Leo readies his arsenal of guns.

"Eh.. no deal! Price must come down!" Says one of the buyers.

"What the fuck?" Harvey's voice screeches out. "Can't you hear me? Two hundred thousand or no deal!"

The other stranger speaks up, "Too much. We do one hundred thousand. Final offer."

"Fuck this." Is all that can be heard before the deafening ringing of two gunshots.

Blood manages to splatter against three of the six cameras placed.

"Shit, man! I told you we should have g-" Vincent doesn't get to hear the rest of his boyfriend's sentence, because the latter runs out of the truck and into the building where two bodies now lie.

Vincent follows close, as always.