(GIF) Waterboy is unable to believe he's touching the real thing.

Waterboy had begged you to ride him, and who were you to deny?

Hyperspermia!Waterboy who is unable to get enough of you.

Waterboy learning your body as you kiss.

Waterboy is a big guy, which means big loads!!

A vocal Waterboy.

Waterboy can't help but watch the way you take his cock.

Waterboy loves your pretty boobs.

Waterboy can be the messiest of eaters! || Really likes to show his appreciation for you with overstimulation.

Giving Waterboy a good time in the supply closet.

A hard and sensitive Waterboy for you!

Even if you get wet, you and Waterboy love dryhumping! || He can cum buckets every single time.

Waterboy can't get enough of how soft your thighs are.

Waterboy getting bold and sending you a video.

Riding the real Adrian while stroking the other. Double trouble!

Chris told Adrian to fuck with someone else while you were out on a mission—he found something...

It blows your mind how big Adrian is.

Adrian easily gets lost in your pussy when he slams away.

Adrian loves watching you fuck yourself back on his cock. PT 2.

Adrian wants to devour you whole, starting with kisses, of course.

Letting Adrian fuck you till you're weak.

You've always known that Adrian was experimental, wanted to "check a girl's stamina."

You weren't done with Adrian, yet he couldn't stop squirming.

Adrian is an absolute loser for your thighs. PT 2.

Adrian cumming over your belly.

Adrian admiring you after Harcourt's little party.

Before dating, Adrian would always grind into his bed thinking about you.

Adrian loves to prioritize your pleasure.

Adrian noticed that the toy wasn't doing its job...

(GIF) Konig cheerishing you before leaving for a long mission.

Konig overstimulating your poor cunt.

Taking care of Konig after a long day.

Konig staining your panties, he may be obsessed with your thighs...

Konig is simply hypnotized by watching his barely fitting. —1.

Konig enjoys the fact that you're so eager to ride him. —1.

Recording things before Konig leaves to keep you both on edge.

—1. —2. —3. —4.

Hyperspermia!Konig would be away for weeks on end, only fucking his fists wishing to dump himself inside of you. —1.

You and Robert became instant friends when he joined the SDN, you having been there for about four months before he joined. Blonde Blazer had given you the sweet choice of picking from two new recruits, Waterboy and Phenomaman. You knew Waterboy, the sweet, brand-new janitor who was also hired around the time Robert was.

You’ve talked to the fidgety boy plenty of times, engaging in small talk about the weather and learning new information about his powers, despite them being self-explanatory. The sweet boy simply stammered over every sentence, the two of you growing closer with each stutter, each small piece of information shared nearly every day, whether it was Waterboy talking about his cats or you speaking about your favorite music.

The day Herman had shared his name, the little “H-Her..man… Herman,” the slow muster of his words had you biting back a tiny giggle before sharing your own. You both repeated your names, a stutter and a quiet voice. Two smiles were shared, yours being gentle and welcoming, Herman’s having his lip cracked into a nervous grin.

Days after, you chose Herman to join your team, something that quickly fanned the small, kindled flame that sparked from the first few conversations with you. Although he was a guy with heavy social anxiety, he kept powering through, trying his very best on each call you sent him, simply to impress you. Each little praise you cheered in his earpiece had him fawning, mind reeling, and circling the words endlessly. It was like keeping a little coin jar for himself, but rather than coins rolling and clicking against the glass, it was the sweetness of your words buzzing through your microphone.

Day after day passes in the office, small conversations turn longer, invitations to his house or your own, careful of his power constantly soaking through each step and touch. Herman shows you his cats, who curl around your ankles like bracelets, rubbing their arching backs and swirling tails over your legs with affection.

When you chuckle over the brief tickle of hair bristling against your skin, blush couldn’t help but crawl up to Herman’s pale cheeks, a feeling bubbling beneath his skin. The desire to grow closer to you, to share the sweet moments like these far more often.

You were brewing yourself coffee in the SDN break room, pouring the steaming beverage from the carafe into your mug. You mix in whatever sugar and creamer into the mug, watching the contents swirl and blend as you stir the beverage.

You turn to the table to sit for a moment, contemplate the possible calls you’d receive, maybe how Herman and your team would handle it all under your supervision. Maybe you and Herm could hang out again afterwards, maybe spend some time at his house? As you pondered, you kept your eyes on the mahogany color swirl in the mug, not even processing how you’ve bumped into a body behind you, a yelp following from Herman, but an even louder gasp when the coffee spilled over your button-up.

Herman paused in shock, not expecting you to turn around when he walked into the break room, his soaked gloves trembling and stuck in the air in front of his chest, heaving from stress.

“M’ s-so—sorry, so sorry..!! Uhm, I-I… I didn’t m-mean—“

“It’s an accident, Herm, please don’t worry!” You quickly chimed in, trying to soothe his nerves despite the burning over your skin. There was still a shift to complete, and you wanted Herman to be focused on the next few calls. The sensation was brutal, white-hot pain clinging to your skin and fabric, a large dark patch of the brew settling over your chest. The heat was so strong that it felt cold initially.

Your body trembled, hands quick to set down the mug on the counter rather than dropping it once the beverage spilled over your fingers. Herman quickly notices your distress, water already pooling in his mouth, ready to spill over. He gives you a look, furrowed brows full of concern, blue eyes watching yours for permission to further drench you despite the mixture of anxiety and guilt bubbling up in his system.

You nod quickly, a plea to rid yourself of the burning sensation. Herman jots forward a moment, slick hands gripping your shoulders for purchase as he allows the water to spill over your collar and chest, diluting the brown tint on your button-up slightly. More importantly, he soothed the burning ache of the brew, the sizzling feeling finally dwindling down as the flood from Herman’s mouth came to a halt.

Despite the heat slowly dying, tension hummed within the room. The scent of coffee was wafting from your button-up along with Herman’s guilt and your stinging pain. The water from Herman’s gloves seeps through the fabric at the top of your shoulders, trickling down uncomfortably. “Y-You—a-are—Are y-you okay..?” He stammers, fingers trembling over your skin.

“Y-Yeah, thank you—just… I’m just damp…” Your top clung to your chest, noticing the way Herman’s gaze darted from your face to your chest, where the stain resided. The residue left the piece see-through, the straps and ends of your bra now easily visible, blood rushing to your cheeks in response to such embarrassment.

There was a clear shame in his eyes as he tried to stammer out a proper apology, his gaze managing to peel itself away from you, not without stealing a few glances at the garment that was visible beneath. Herman’s lanky body finally jolted forward and past you—Towel… I-I’ll get y-you a towel—he huffed while walking past you, his cheeks just as red as yours.

The silence in the room afterwards was thick and heavy, the only sound of water rolling from your soaked shirt onto the tile floor below. He comes back into the break room rather quickly, holding a towel in his hands and a new SDN button-up—presumably his, considering the length of the fabric. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously, eyes shakily darting around the room and your face, painfully fighting to look down at your soaked chest.

“…Didn’t expect this to happen.” You chuckled, cracking the silence in the air, his eyes instantly gluing to yours the moment you spoke. You take the towel and shirt with a nod, gratitude laced in your hand that pats his damp, gloved palm. You smile. “Thank you, Herm—Waterboy. Chin-up! You’ve been a great help, and I know you’ll do even better during the last dispatch tonight.”

You passed by him, making your way to the women’s lockers to change up, simply guessing that Herman’s eyes were boring into the back of your head as you walked off.

-

You peeled the drenched button-up, wincing as the fabric stubbornly stuck to your skin, goosebumps pattering over your body. The fabric gives after a few tugs, placing it in your locker before sliding on Herman’s. The size difference was clear, the fabric far more lengthy, the hem of the button-up reaching your mid-thighs as you properly tucked it into your pants before leaving.

You tried to peel your mind away from the way Herman looked at your chest, how his cheeks simply flared up from a glance at your bra from beneath. You adjusted the large collar around your neck, now giving a wider view of your collarbone as you emerged from the lockers. Herman had just finished cleaning up the mess of water and coffee on the tile when you gave him a gentle tap on his shoulders.

“O-Oh..!” He stammered, looking up at you as he moved to sit back on his haunches, a cloth in hand, before you gently tugged his arm up.

“Next shift is in five—I’ll help you out, Herm.”

“Ah—I… r-right…” The jittery male nods, another obvious glance to your collarbone had blood rushing back to his pale cheeks once more. You could only giggle, hand tapping his shoulder reassuringly. “Eyes up, Herm. Can’t have you too distracted. It was an accident!”

Herman let out an awkward sound between a laugh and a choked-back cough, eyes quick to stare at yours. “R-Right, I k-know... Happen—W-won’t happen again…” He nods timidly.

“Let’s get to work, yeah?”

-

Hours later, the rest of the team had gone home, Waterboy being the last person out on a call. He completed all of his calls surprisingly well, even exceeding in most missions that you assigned him to. Herman easily returns to the SDN with hardly any scratches, a small, quirky smile plastered on his face.

“You still owe me a new shirt, Waterboy.” You giggle, covering up your small smile with a hand to your lips. “Even with the hard work you’ve done today, but that’s for another day. Great work out there!”

You return the gleeful expression, giving him a head nod and thumbs up as you slide off the headset. You began to gather a few of your belongings, ready to head back to your special little apartment.

“Y-Yeah, m’real s-sorry…” Waterboy blabbed, following you like an apologetic dog, practically pouting as the two of you continued to speak, walking to your car.

“Relax, Waterboy. I’m teasing, I promise.” You pat his shoulder softly.

“I know!” He squeaks, the guilt more than obvious on his face. “It’s just—u-uh… I did burning co—coffee over you…”

Herman’s eyes wince as he looks at your chest, but he couldn’t even tell if it was over the thought of your bra being previously visible, or just from the look of his shirt hugging your collar loosely.

“Y’know, for someone that controls water, you’re just a bit worse at keeping yourself from spilling.” You lightly joked, a gentle bump of your shoulder against his.

“S-S’not my f-fault you’re—d-distracting..!”

Herman’s words immediately died in his throat, cheeks quickly burning at the slip of his admission. You had even paused in opening your car door, the words sending the smallest hint of shock through your body.

“Distracting?” You cock your head, eyes widening a fraction, and arms crossing over your chest while leaning against your car. Your fingers curled around the parted door, thumb toying with the dull edge of its frame.

He continued to stutter, desperately trying to dig in his mind for words until he whimpers—actually whimpered.

“…I like you! R-Really… really, really like y-you—oh god…then when I spilled y-your coffee, I—I couldn’t s-stop thinking a-about…” Herman’s words continued to trail off, cheeks growing notably redder the more he went on, his hands coming up to shield his face, fingertips causing the tips of his hair to crimp against the digits.

Despite the initial wave of shock that ran through your mind, you could only admit how you reciprocated these feelings towards Herman. How he’d kindly offer to clean your cubicle after a long day, long chats just like this one after a shift, hanging out together with Robert, even alone sometimes. All of the moments that you spent together all built up to this opening now, and you couldn’t feel any more grateful.

You let out a small exhale, a hint of laughter at the end of your breath before you began to pry his hands gently away from his reddened face.

“Herm, deep breaths now.” You spoke softly, quiet as if you were attempting to pet a shaky newborn fawn. “M’not mad, please… I—I really like you back… really, really.”

“…R-Really?” He stutters, his hands shaking and wrist trembling in your hands.

“Really.”

Herman’s eyes search yours as if to detect any lies. Maybe he misheard you? What if you’re trying to make him feel better? There’s no way you’d like him after spilling your coffee—fumbling every word he spoke. His eyes wandered down again. They roamed to the curve of your lips, noting how they were slightly parted, back down to your chest, where the coffee was once spilled.

His throat bobbed nervously, “I’m… I’m just… “ Herman’s words caught in his throat, unsure of how to portray the rush of emotions swirling inside his mind, like a blend of ice cream, sweet thoughts blending with the rocky toppings of doubt.

You move so your hands wrap around his, fingers curling between the gaps tenderly, giving them a gentle squeeze. “You’re you. Clumsy, sweet, far too kind to the others. Considerate… handsome… I wouldn’t want you any other way, Herm.” You smile warmly.

Your words snapped the trembling male out of his trance, breathing out, tension and traces of doubt leaving with the exhale. “O-Oh,” His lip quirked, slowly forming into a tiny smile, small and nervous.

“Then… does that m-mean you’d w-wanna go—to go out… sometime? Like… properly..?”

You couldn’t help the toothy smile plastered to your face, sweet and dorky. You carefully lean close to his glossy, slick cheek, giving him enough time to move from your advance. You gently press your lips to his cheek, slow and careful so as not stress Herman out too much.

You pull yourself back, hands still intertwined with Herman’s, giving them a gentle squeeze again. “How about tonight? At my place?”

“Y-Yeah… Yeah.” He breathed. “I’d l-love that...” With the clumsy lift of his hands, Herman brings your hands to his lips, the slightly damp press leaving a small ring of moisture over your knuckles. He looks up, stunning blue eyes bearing into yours.

“L-Lead the way..!”

-

The door of your apartment clicks shut behind you. You gave Herman a moment to breathe while you went to fetch some towels, placing them down to lead your room, wanting him to feel as comfortable as possible. You ended up placing some upon your bed, which had Herman grow just a bit flustered.

“You’re—prepared—r-really prepared…” He mutters, gloved hands fumbling with each other.

“Wouldn’t want you to flood the apartment, yeah?” You giggle softly, moving to sit down on your bed, patting the space beside you as an offer. Herman nods timidly, stepping closer like a tide to the shore.

Herman remains quiet for a few moments, taking in the feeling of the mattress sinking between your shared weight, examining the posters and other items in your room that made you… you. The two of you may have spent plenty of time together in and out of SDN, but Herman wanted to learn everything. His heart felt so full for you.

You peel your eyes away from your knees to glance at him, letting your knee knock gently against his. “You okay?”

“Happy, j-just… happy.” He nods, his gaze flicking to your own, full of vulnerability, yet never more certain. His words were so deeply honest that they stole your breath for a moment, a gentle smile forming on your lips.

“I… I don’t want to rush things with you, Hermie.” You spoke gently, body turning to fully face him, tilting your head to properly look at him. “Can you tell me that you’re comfortable here? I know you’re happy, I am too! I just would like to make sure.”

Herman’s head dips slightly in embarrassment, cheeks flushed red. He was entranced by your beauty beneath the dim lamplights in your room, the small shine of white in your eyes acting as a hypnotizing spiral to his mind. He swallowed, throat bobbing, heart beating rapidly in his chest.

“I am… M-More… more than comfortable w-with you, y-you make—safe… make me f-feel safe.”

The admission was soft, nearly causing his voice to crack. The moment of vulnerability quickly washed away, he locked eyes with yours, a small wave of panic now rising over, brows quirking up. Your fingers brush his knee reassuringly, a small, gentle squeeze over the fabric of his suit.

“I was going to say that I was planning on changing my shirt, since, y’know.” You tapped the divot in your shirt just above your chest, the large button-up Herman had given you a bit loose over your frame. “Don’t wanna make you feel rushed or anything, even if you were looking at me a little funny when you spilt that coffee, a little lower, maybe…”

“I—I wasn’t!! N-Not… not on p-purpose…” Herman squeaked, ears turning a bright red as he hid his face behind his gloved palms.

“So… did you notice how it made my shirt kinda see through?”

“…Maybe...” He drags his hands down, eyes barely peeking out of embarrassment, looking practically scandalized, red face growing even darker. “Y-Y’know, you… you—good—y-you looked g-good… despite the coffee…”

You couldn’t help the brief shock that showed in the raise of your brows, eyes widening a fraction at the admission. Your mouth was slightly agape, closing in a silent, flustered daze, trying to round your thoughts back up. “Even with the coffee...?”

Herman nods, the small curls at the ends of his hair bouncing with his movement. “I s-still felt bad, obviously… I-I… just couldn’t keep my e-eyes… Beautiful—Y-you’re just s-so beautiful…”

You already noticed the way his eyes jotted down to the stain in the moment of the spill, his stare burning far more than the coffee itself. But god, Herman's confession truly left your thighs pressing together with a small, growing heat between them.

“You couldn’t keep your eyes… what?” You shifted just a tad bit closer to Herman, thighs and knees now fully touching, hands resting over your lap.

He let out a choked noise—somewhere between a whimper and a groan of embarrassment—while the question hung heavily between the two of you. His own hands drop to his lap, gripping the rubbery texture of his suit, a poor attempt at trying to cope with the fact that he was simply in your vicinity, in your room, being questioned as if he were in a damn interrogation.

“Everywhere,” he quickly admitted, voice cracking, “I… I tried to b-be respectful, and… the s-shirt—the shirt w-was so wet, I-I…” He faces you, beads of sweat and water clinging to his cheeks, brows furrowed in shame like a poor, guilty puppy. That precious, sorrowful look alone made the heat curl more intensely within your belly.

His fingers twist in his lap, curling and catching onto each other as his leg bounces anxiously. You couldn’t help the small, appreciative chuckle that spat past your lips at how adorable he looked. “Relax, relax!” You quickly simmered him down, teasing yet gentle. You take one of his gloved hands tugged the fabric at the tip of his finger for approval. His brain short-circuits, nodding after a brief pause.

You pull the glove from its snug fit on his hand before guiding it to the collar of your button-up—his shirt—with his fingers hovering just over the first button. “I think it’s really… hot,” you huff, “I really wouldn’t mind if you’d—uhm… like to take another look…”

Herman’s fingers twitch over the button, breath hitching from the thought. “I… r-really..?” He breathed, water already beginning to slowly dribble down his digits and onto the button-up, a great contrast to the heat continuing to pool in your belly.

“Mhm, I think I’d really like that, Hermie.”

Herman’s poor chest heaved as he swallowed, trying to mentally prepare himself while his fingers already went to work, slender digits popping the first button out of its loop. One by one, the buttons came undone, each growing expanse of skin making his mind spin, purely drunk on you. The reveal of your cleavage, the basic black bra that was impossibly a tint darker from the coffee, supporting your breasts so nicely, Herman thought he was going to black out.

Your eyes followed his every move, watching the intricate way his fingers worked to undo the buttons, unraveling his beautiful reward. Your gaze moves up to his, nose scrunching in a small flinch when he realizes you’re staring.

Beads of water began to stick to your skin, slowly dribbling down your collarbone and down the swell of your breasts, the look nearly making him groan in appreciation. He takes a moment to pull the other glove off his hand, then carefully slips the sleeves off your arms. He wanted to remain silent for the moment, finally shut up, keep his silly stutter down while he practically drooled over you—but god, did you look beautiful.

His hands felt oddly cool against your body, goosebumps breaking out from the damp touch of his slender fingers against your skin. The moment he watches a bead of water trail down, disappearing between the valley of your breasts, he whimpers, a desperate choked gasp quickly following behind.

“Y-You’re… oh god…” He mustered up, voice a complete wreck. “Can I… P-Please, uhm…”

You grab his wrists, gentle yet equally as desperate as his trembling voice. “Please, Hermie. I want you to touch me.”

He nods, eyes glossy with need despite the permission, hands running up your sides and meeting behind your back. Herman unclips your bra with time, his hands still shaking as he helps pull the fabric off your chest. He couldn’t help that silly, awe-filled look when he sees your bare breasts, nipples tightening in the air.

“You—You’re s-so beautiful… Pretty, so p-pretty…” He whispers, half-lidded eyes glued to your mounds, hands slowly coming up to cup them, the cold, damp sensation making you shiver and whine. Your brows furrowed, his cool, clammy hands blissful against your sensitive nipples. He began to thumb the pebbled skin, eyes widening at the way you instantly arch into his touch, the heat in your belly now bubbling from his touch.

“Soft—p-perfect… Is… Is this g-good? Please tell m-me…” Herman’s voice trembled, thumbs circling over his nipples, rotating between fast and slow movement, wanting to savor the precious look of your desperation for more. You nod, biting your lip with the delicious feeling of the cool droplets of water dribbling down your heated skin. “H-Hermie… Please keep going...” You whine, fingers gripping his wrists tight, but not enough to stir any panic within him.

A guttural moan escaped Herman when you clenched his wrists, the needy plea that bubbled in your voice making him shudder, his suit gradually growing tighter. “Please—g-god, please—say m-my name again...” He spoke, voice wrecked, his control slipping with each prod of his thumbs and fingers. “Please, I-I wanna hear y-you say it… p-please tell me I’m g-good—I’m good, s-so good…”

“Hermie—you’re perfect… y-you’re so… ngh…” Your words are broken, whimpers and small moans spilling between each word as his thumbs sped up, digging gently into your sensitive buds, occasionally tugging and pinching just enough for your thighs to press even more harshly together. “So good, so good to me..!”

Herman let out a breathless gasp, brows furrowing, hands moving more boldly, his hips jerking into nothing. “W-Want—Need…” He could hardly muster up anything when his hands began to squeeze your mounds, his arousal now noticeable from the fabric of his suit. He buries his head into your shoulder, water beginning to drench the ends of your hair and skin, rolling down your back like melting ice cubes.

You watched in awe as he shifted, letting a hand move away from your breasts to help move your legs on either side of him, his clothed heat finally rutting between your own. His hand quickly returns to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he continues to moan, breathing heavily into your neck in shame. Your breathing matched his, ragged and desperate for more.

“P-Please…! I-I, oh f-fuck, god..!” Herman couldn’t hold himself anymore, practically melting from your words and body, his hips grinding a few more times into your clothed arousal before he came in his suit, a loud, strangled moan muffling into your shoulder. His clammy hands slowed their movements, head gone lax over the crook of your neck while the aftershocks of his orgasm ran through his body.

You were left in utter awe, the delicious press of his clothed cock nudging right against your clit had your breath stuttering. “H-Holy shit, Herm.” You mustered up, hands still holding onto his wrist, gently moving up his arms to cup his reddened cheeks. You gently guide his head from its hiding space, getting a good look at his destroyed form.

“I’m—I-I’m so sorry, s-sorry… I didn’t l-last… gahhh…” His voice came out in a pathetic whimper, and those eyes—god those eyes—full of worship and gratitude. He looked like the incarnation of defeat, large blue eyes shaking, mouth left agape and trembling.

Herman’s face was beet red, eyes wide like a frightened fawn, panting uncontrollably with sweat and water coating his skin. Your thumbs rub over his cheekbones, slow and calm, attempting to cool his poor little head. “You’re beautiful, wonderful—you were… so good.”

“B-but I didn’t… I d-didn’t get to y-you…” His voice was quiet, another hard swallow, eyes looking down into your eyes, full of guilt even while melting into your touch.  

“And that’s okay, I can… take care of myself.” You hum, fingers slowly trailing up to the zipper on his suit, fingers resting above his collarbone. “I just may need some of your help, if you don’t mind…”

God, just the way he was so willing to help you indulge in such pleasure despite being in such a ruined state sent a cold thrill down your spine, heat pooling more intensely in your belly. His hands absently ran down to your waist, thumbs idly running circles over your soft skin, even with your deadly stare, and tease down his zipper.

“A-Anything… I want—I’ll do a-anything I can, g-give what you n-need.” A gentle, soft promise, the fractional tightening of his hands on your sides making you nearly gasp. His lip trembled just watching your index and thumb slowly drag the zipper of his suit down his chest. It was like opening a present, mapping out the contents beneath, a true gift to be opened and revealed.

“You’re so sweet, Hermie.” The metal of the zipper clicked with each slow pull, the water-sweat mixture making his skin seem glossy beneath your dim room light. You give him a moment to back out the moment you begin to slip his arms out of the sleeves, gently tugging his white undershirt off, to which his eyes practically begged for more.

You left him with his suit pooling at his waist, pale torso bare to the warm glint in the room, hands reaching up to remove his goggles, gently running a hand through his slick hair, relishing in the cool feeling.

“Can I kiss you?”

“O-Oh, please—p-please.” Herman nods with a gentle bite of his lip, right as yours came to press against his. They were soft and moisturized from the constant water production, small droplets of water dribbling down your chin and neck, cool streaks causing your goosebumps to resurface. You cupped your Hands over his cheeks, eyes closed, and kissed him passionately, letting whatever hints of lipstick and lip gloss gently smear over his lips.

As you began to trail them down to his neck, Herman whimpers from the initial loss of your lips on his, something he never knew he wanted, needed so badly. Either way, you leave a wake of kisses over his collarbone, hands roaming down his toned torso. They run down the hint of abs, coming up to eventually thumb at his own nipples, earning a cute moan out of him.

Herman’s eyes close in pure bliss, brows pinching, his own hands gripping your waist tighter as you toy with his pebbled peaks. His head was spinning, spiraling with just the thought of you alone, breath catching in his throat, feeling you litter his body in kisses and touch. In the moment, you pull one hand away, falling down to the button on your pants while the other hand rests on his forearm.

“Oh—Would you like to..?” You paused, a genuine question to Herman, your own breath nearly catching when you looked up once more to catch a glimpse of his wrecked state.

“Yes,” his response was instant, “Y-Yes, please…”

You smile warmly, hands guiding his trembling ones down to the button and zipper. “Go ahead,” you breathed, a quiet encouragement.

His hands shook with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, shakily undoing the button and unzipping your pants, to which you lift your hips without instruction, leaving you in just your panties. “You’re doing so well, Herm,” you murmured, hand reaching to cup his cheek once more, thumb running over his quivering bottom lip.

Herman poorly attempted to steady his breathing, but the hypnotizing feel of your hand on his cheek made his breath catch once again, a quiet whimper bubbling past his lips when he looked at you. Those pretty blue eyes were looking up at you like a puppy waiting for instructions, and you fucking loved it.

You keep your hips lifted with the help of one hand pushing into your mattress, the other taking one of Herman’s hands and resting it on your hip, right over the elastic of your panties. You tugged your joined hands down slowly, so slowly, watching beads of sweat and water roll down Herman’s temple as you went on.

It didn’t even register within his mind that he had held his breath, a mixture of a groan and exhale spilling shamelessly with the drag of your hands together. He watches with wide eyes, hand soaking the waistband of your panties easily, and the groan that leaves him when you finally kick your panties off after the painfully slow drag. It sounded like he was about to die, looking at your bare body as if you were a genuine piece of art, looking at beauty reincarnate.

“God…” The sound that left him was a desperate little gasp, eyes trying to drink in all of your beauty, the soft perfection that laid infant of him. His hands rest on either thigh, palms dampening the skin with water, giving them a bold, gentle squeeze. “C-Can I..?”

Even with the desperation in Herman’s eyes, voice thick with need, you shake your head, wanting to follow through with your little plan to fluster him further. You simply couldn’t get enough.

“Lube…lube…” you mutter, fingers reaching up to his lips, to which he parted open to protest in embarrassment at how close the digits have gotten to his quivering lips. Herman looked as if he were shot, truly stuck in a trance as his eyes remained on yours before your voice broke through the lust fogging his mind.

“Hermie… lube, please?”

…Oh.

The cogs and gears in his mind began to turn. He hesitantly parts his lips, your fingers sinking past his teeth and resting on his tongue before feeling a gentle flood of water fill his mouth, cooling and drenching your digits. The water dribbled down your hand and your other fingers with ease as the water spilled from his inviting mouth.

The sensation was truly strange at first, the gush of water trickling down the side of his lips, which you generously lapped up on your own mouth. This earns another hushed groan from the man, his whole fawn-like body shaking from you.

For you.

“You always listen to my calls so well… You did so great today too…”

You trailed your slick fingers down to your folds, dragging them along with sensitive flesh, body shivering from the cold sensation before delving two into your already drenched heat. Herman lets out a breathless gasp, watching in awe as your middle and ring fingers are swallowed whole by your cunt.

Your digits worked slowly, letting Herman savor the view, each wet little squelch that filled the silence, mixed in with your low whimpers and gasps. He caught every little movement, your head tipping back occasionally, the way you looked at him like you wanted him to devour him whole, or even the other way around. The look of passion in your eyes had a lick of heat shoot up his spine and straight to his cock, to where his length began to harden once more. The fact that your thighs were twitching beneath his touch had him reeling, water glazing over your skin and onto the towels below the two of you.

“I… I would do this after you’d leave—a-ahh fuck… After we’d hang out, you’ve always made me so happy…”

Herman’s breath hitched again—eyes only locked onto your fingers, soaked with his water and your arousal. His hips thrust into the mattress without thought, a filthy, lust-filled exhale shuddering past his lips as he shifts his body, cock now pressed against your inner thigh. “…M-Me t-too... I-I—Oh my g-god…” Just the idea of you sitting on your bed every night, touching yourself to the point of ecstasy after spending time with him, made his mind melt.

You take a moment to remove your fingers, sticky arousal coating the two before slowly holding them up to Herman’s lips, to which he quickly parted, this time, letting himself finally get a taste. He whimpers loudly, eyes glossy as if he were going to cry in the very heat of the moment. You taste so divine on his tongue. The fleshy muscle swirls around your digits, trying to lick the substance clean off your fingers while also lubricating them with water a second time.

You gently peel your fingers from his mouth and circle them over your folds again, playing with your clit enough to draw louder moans from yourself.

“Y-You taste so, s-so good, please, I… I want to…” Herman mustered, his hand reaching to grasp your wrist, his other hand trailing close, thumb hovering above your bundle over nerves. “Please, p-please let me h-help—I want to s-so bad…”

“Yes,” you whispered, almost too soft to hear. “Yes, please, Hermie—O-Oh, fuck..!”

He quickly starts the second you nod, thumb working circles over your clit while his middle and ring sink into your heat, curling up and prodding against the sensitive gummy spot within that had you mewling. You bring a hand up to his hair, gripping to ground yourself, not quite tugging. Your other hand held onto the wrist of his working hand, gently guiding him.

Herman’s hips continue to rut against your thigh, face a deep red color, panting like a damn animal, wanting to watch you truly unravel. Your heart pounds against your ribcage like a drum from the feeling of his long fingers filling you so nicely and the stunning look of his form melting for you, desperate for you.

“G-Good—so good, Hermie!” You moan out, already growing close to how quickly his fingers were working to bring you to the point of pleasure. “O-Oh—ohhh my god… P-Please, Herm..!”

You’re already guessing he was close with how quickly he rutted his clothed cock against the meat of your thigh, taking advantage of the plushness of your skin. You mentally note the mess in his boxers that had occurred earlier from toying with your breasts and grinding into your clothed heat, the stains obvious in the fabric, enough to make you moan again. In the blink of an eye, you tug his hand away and tug his boxers and suit down again, now pooling at his knees. You wince at the brief loss of stimulation, but bring his hips closer to yours, shaft now lined up with your slick heat.

You lift your hips, moaning when his cock head glides through your folds, kissing your clit each time with ease, a bridge of precum breaking and appearing with each press of his sensitive head against your nerves.

Only the wet sound of your sexes grinding against each other and broken cries and pleas filled the air. You press your palm down on his cock, making sure the pressure is added as he humps your sex, the friction making you squirm far more, that burning inferno of an orgasm nearing. “C-Cum on me, Hermie, p-please, you’ve been so good, you’re s-so, so good…”

“G-Gahh… I can’t—Oh… p-please,” he moans your name like a prayer, chanting along at your praise and encouragement, “O-Oh… I-I can’t… f-fuck!”

The pitch of his voice rises, a broken cry tearing from his throat as he came hard, cock twitching against your folds, pulsing with each thrust while rope after rope of thick, hot semen pumped from his shaft. The moment he comes, you follow shortly after, thighs trembling, hips rutting against his own, walls clenching around nothing. His body shakes as he comes down from his high, riding it out with each careful thrust against your overstimulated clit. He pants into your shoulder, breath hot and heavy, full of appreciation for you.

You couldn’t help but kiss him, one hand still in his hair, the other cupping his cheek as you smash your lips against his, giving all you could pour into the spent work of art. Herman only continued to further melt into your attention, his hands skimming up your sides, feeling you all over, unable to truly get enough to satisfy his want and desire for you.

The two of you kiss for a good few moments longer before parting for air, Herman’s tongue darting out to dampen your lips, eyes dizzily refocusing on yours, his hands gently gripping your waist again, as if her were making sure you were real. You’re both panting, attempting to catch your breath, bellies and chests heaving. Your own cunt and abdomen were coated from his release, your thigh slick with the mixed arousal and water.

He doesn’t even speak before his head dips into your shoulder, pressing slow, damp kisses along your collarbone, his body shifting lower as her moved further. He’s kissing your breasts, tongue and teeth, occasionally teasing either nipple before traversing further, the flat of his tongue drawing a drenched swipe over some of his arousal.

Herman’s brows furrow at his own taste, more than willing to clean you of his release. He continues a gentle mixture of kisses and drag of his tongue over your skin,  working on kicking off his wetsuit and boxers, discarding the two on the ground while he grows closer to the apex of your thighs.

“O-Oh, Hermie, you don’t have to—ngh…” Your small protest died in your throat from the flat of his tongue gliding over your folds, already drenched from the slick mixture of your slick, his cum, and water.

His tongue was relentlessly working over your clit, lapping at your folds like a starving man. His arms hook beneath your thighs in order to pull you closer, keeping himself nicely settled between them. Herman groans low from the taste—his cum and yours—mingling on his tongue almost hypnotically. Your hands quickly coarse through his ginger hair, gently gripping the short locks as he continued to feast on your cunt.

Herman’s cock is already twitching back to life, painful throbs inflicted by such a sensual ache for more despite his cheeks being squished by your thighs. He could die happy right now, looking up at you, drinking you all in as if you were a lifeline—hell, at this point, you are. He couldn’t possibly stop. He inhaled deeply, the smell of your water-sweat slick skin, the scent of sex polluting the air, making him even dizzier.

His tongue worked slowly and sensually, each lick desperate to map every inch of your arousal to memory. Herman wanted to savor you, give you that wonderful pleasure you had been giving him from simply being in his presence. There was the occasional bump of his nose against your clit that made your hips stutter, rolling into his mouth mindlessly, hands gripping his hair harder every few moments, and it had him practically drooling over your cunt.

Herman parts from your sex for a moment, a lewd bridge of his saliva and water mixed with your juices stuck to his tongue, breaking when his lips moved to speak.

“Could I… t-try something..?” His head cocks to the side like a curious little puppy.

“Y-Yeah,” you muttered, trying to regain the air that he’d basically stolen from you the moment his head dipped down, and god, that stupid little look again, the look that made your heart throb and walls clench around nothing once more. “Go ahead, Hermie, you’re too good for me...”

He thanks you immediately, your name rolling off his tongue like honey as his head dips down. “I wanna m-make you feel so good… m-much better...”

You then feel a sudden jet stream of fluid clash against your clit, causing your back to arch into Herman’s mouth, body hunching over his head, heels digging into his soaking back. The constant stream of pressure battering against your nerves and his tongue flicking and grazing your inner walls had you nearly screaming, your head turning into the side of your pillow with gasps of pure bliss shocking your system.

Your eyes simply lodge back further into your skull, eyes struggling to remain open. “F-Fuck—Fuck, Herm—I’m already… h-holy—!”

“I—I know, please… W-Wanna taste—god… you taste so g-good...” Herman mutters into your sex, vibrations going straight to your sensitive core.

The grip you had on his hair made him groan, his own hands mimicking the pressure on your thighs. He continues the jet against your clit, tongue working overtime to bring you to that desired peak. You soon begin to sob in broken gasps, the feeling overwhelming, orgasm deathly close. Herman was about to pick his head up to check on you, but you simply kept his head between your trembling thighs, giving him a small nod of approval even through your cries.

Water slid down your thighs in thick rivulets, his entire mouth closing over your cunt at once, tongue digging deeper. “C-cum for me,” he pleads, voice barely audible from pressing his face so deeply into your sex. He keeps up his motions before latching his lips entirely on your clit, water still clashing before his fingers mixed in, two delving back into your heat just like before, and it was enough to make you scream into your hand.

The cry that tore through your throat was easily heard from behind your hand, but neither of you two cared, stars exploding behind closed eyes, determined to make the other feel good. Your thighs pressed closed, Herman's cute, freckle-dusted cheeks squishing between your soft flesh as your orgasm washed over. He slowly lowered the pressure of the water stream, fingers and tongue slowly coming to a halt after helping through the waves of aftershock, overstimulation hitting you like a truck.

Your heavy breathing took a few moments to return to normal, heart twisting at another breathtaking view of Herman’s drenched lips and chin, the smallest, nervous smile plastered on his face.

“That—you—I…” You muster up, now at a true loss for words.

“Was… w-was that good? Was I good...?” Herman’s voice was vulnerable, soft, and quiet. His hair was messy from your previous grip, mouth was soaked with the mixture of fluids. You bring up a shaky hand to his cheek, palm gently cupping his soaked face, thumb wiping away some of the arousal that was smeared over his skin.

“…S-So good, so, so good.” You managed after a weak nod, voice still somewhat gone with the small, airy chuckle you exerted.

He nuzzled into your warm palm, wetness dragging over your skin, the towels you laid upon your bed utterly soaked from your activities. You gently guide Herman to sit up on your bed, only to watch his hardened cock barely slap against his torso. The sound of his water-glazed chest and sticky precum sounded delectable… and you couldn’t help but want another bite.

That predatory stare you gave him had another lick of both desire and nervousness down his spine. He had no idea if you were asking for more, and if this was your way of asking, and it was working. Herman only stuttered, breath hitching under your gaze, a high-pitched moan spiking past his nervousness when your fingers brush over his pulsing head.

You gave him the sweetest smile, loving the look of his body tensing from the brief contact. Feeling Herman twitch in your palm makes you swoon, head full of lust, and dizzy. You give his length a few strong pumps, fingers pressing down at the base and adding pressure whenever they find their way to his mushroom tip.

Herman holds his weight on his hands pressing into the mattress behind his body, hips jolting and jerking into your fist helplessly, strangled gasps and choked moans spilling endlessly.

“P-Pleaseee… please, p-please..!” His voice was hardly audible, trembling in pure pleasure with how well you were stroking him. “I-It’s finally… f-finally the real thinggg… gahhh…” He referred to the moments he imagined you in front of his body, pumping his shaft, staring at him as if he were a hypno-disc. To feel, to see the real thing right in front of him, the very thing he dreamt of, it made his stomach churn in pure satisfaction and appreciation for you.

Not to mention the way your thumb would swipe up the precum that would bead at the very top just to smear it all over his cock, it made him mentally drool.

You stopped your ministrations, letting Herman’s overflowing pleasure slowly simmer, a low boil. You both know what you want. You look at each other with an understanding, bodies glossy with water, sexes slick with arousal, and eyes full of an unexplainable greed.

Herman’s eyes go to your dripping sex, thighs parted like you were welcoming him into a sacred temple.

“D-Do you—uhm—c-condom… H-have a condom..?” His voice wavered, face and body burning like an overheating engine. “I-I never thought I’d b-be… know.”

“I… don’t.” You wince at your own words, reality quickly slicing through the thick fog of desire that clouded your minds. “I haven’t been active in a while, I’m clean, on birth control—if that makes you feel better—I trust you, Herm.”

“…I trust you.”

You were staring at each other a bit too long, the realization creating a sweet moment, a sudden, shy chuckle emitting from both of you. In the meantime, you both started timidly adjust position, you moving to your stomach, hips rising in the air, just to make Herman a bit more comfortable. He lets out an audible exhale, his eyes latching on to your soaked thighs and sex, another throb coursing through his length.

Herman rests his hand on your hip while the other was at the base of his cock, mushroom tip gently pressing against your entrance, the occasional grind making you whimper into your arm as your head is supported between the two crossed appendages.

“P-Please let me know if a-anything’s wrong.” He mustered up, and you nod with a small thrust of your hips to his, wanting to only feel him—finally sheathing inside your walls. The moment the head breached past your folds, Herman immediately moaned, hands gripping your hips tight as if they were going to disappear. The sudden heat had him locking up, fingers digging deep into your plush skin.

Herman’s words, his actions, everything he did in the moment left you speechless. The way his head dipped low, pressing against your shoulder as he slowly inched further and further inside of you, water dripping down your skin—he was an utter mess. He let out a small noise of strangled pleasure the moment he finally bottomed out inside of you, less girth, but more length, prodding at all of the right spots inside of you without even trying.

The feeling was overwhelming, easily knocking the breath you were holding in at the initial penetration. So full—stretched perfectly around his cock, the heat between your bodies practically scorching. “A-Are you… o-okay..?” He summered against your skin, pressing bold kisses in between your shoulder blades and the back of your neck.

You turn your head slightly, the smallest smile painted over your lips. “Mhm. More than okay.”

You choke back a whimper when you feel Herman’s cock twitch inside of your walls, your head falling limp in your folded arms once more. He took a moment to recover from your sweet expression, sharing a gasp when he gave an experimental roll forward, cockhead kissing you deep enough to make you dizzy. Herman gave another, then another, each thrust slowly becoming impossibly deeper, his moans muffled from his lips buried against your skin.

He slowly worked his thrust, although they may have seemed sloppy, he gained a proper rhythm—thrusts growing more confident with each roll of his hips. Water continued to glaze the back of your thighs, making the filthy, wet slaps of skin to skin sound even more lewd in your ears. Not to mention the ragged breathing, muffled moans, and sweet nothings being whispered to each other with each time Herman hit the perfect spot inside of you—and did he do that often.

Herman loved this, loved watching you beneath him, watching your hands grip your own forearms like your life depended on it. Hearing each little breath you took, each moan he managed to tear from your throat, each little thought of how long he wanted to indulge in his perverted and lewd fantasy of finally touching you—it made his cock throb again inside of you.

You are the only thing that matters to him, the way he was able to satisfy you, kiss you, fuck you so good that he moans when he watches the tears of pure pleasure rolling down your cheeks. Your combined love, so real and intense—it was mind-shattering.

“H-Herm!” You muster up a choked sob that followed with a deep slam of his hips against you, damp and filthy, the slap of his scrotum against your clit  making you squirm.

The cry of ecstasy encourages Herman to adjust your positions again, gently, yet hastily flipping your body so your head was over your pillow, back against the water-soaked towels on your bed. You gave him the neediest look of the night, one that had his eyes widening, fingers digging into your hips impossibly tighter. Your eyes caught his attention within an instant, hands gripping his hips, a quiet plea for more—any friction.

His heart skipped a beat upon seeing you spread out and desperate, and knowing it’s just for him had him reeling. His hips snapped forward without another thought, hands reaching beneath the backs of your knees, holding them back just enough to help him prod deeper inside of you. You mewled loudly, quickly turning into another husky moan from the delicious feeling, reminded of his strength as he held them back, moving your heels to rest on his shoulders.

Herman cried out when he felt your walls squeeze him even tighter, learning that your orgasm is looming near. The thought slips past for just a moment before his head dips and his mouth latches onto one of your breasts. His tongue instantly goes to work, extra damp from water production as he swirls the fleshy muscle around your hardened nipple. His other hand clumsily draws a circle over your clit while his thrust quickens, his breath growing hotter and heavier against your skin.

After a few moments, his hand flies back up to hold your legs with the other, pressing wet kisses against both ankles, him saying that you were doing a wonderful job, and it made you utterly weak.

He simply groans like the whole act was agony, something that he shouldn’t be doing—something that he doesn’t deserve, but the thought is quickly hushed from his mind when you slip your fingers through his hands. Your hands were now curled with the ones keeping your ankles settled over his shoulders, the groaning of your bed and Herman’s movements continuing to fill the air.

“H-Hermie..! H-Holy shit, p-pleaseee—please, I… I w-want you to cum..! I-Inside—oh, god… inside..!” You barley mange, thighs beginning to tremble from your looming orgasm.

The thought of being able to fill you to the brim—wanting to fill you so badly—and another simple look of your red face, tears rolling down your cheeks endlessly, was enough to push him over the edge. Herman began to thrust far more erratically, cock throbbing and pulsing with each noise and cry that spilled past your lips, a slew of his own crashing against yours.

Everything was too much. The clench of your heat around his shaft, the desperation in your face, but the gentleness in your hands had Herman crying into your shoulder. He buries himself in your heat for a final time—cock throbbing near-painfully as thick ropes of his cum spilled into your walls, you orgasm crashing against his moments later. The prod of his cock head so deep within had you seeing stars, hands clenching his as tight as your walls were squeezing his cock.

He gave you more small, jittery thrusts, making sure his release was lodged in you as far as possible, sniffling into your shoulder while trying to catch his breath. It took a few minutes for both of you to come down from that mind-breaking high. “A-are you okay—uhm… o-oh my…” Herman spoke while gently lowering your legs down to the damp towels beneath your bodies. His hands reach for your cheeks to brush away the tears, even though he replaced them with his water-soaked palms.

“I… I literally have no words. Hermie—just… h-holy shit.”

“T-Thats good, right??” He looked like he was about to combust in shame, but he quickly settled when your hands pampered his face in return, palms cupping his cheeks soothingly.

“Yeah. Really good. But… this isn’t just a one-time thing, right?”

“N-No!” Herman blurted out instantly, his heart clenching at the thought. “I l-like you… I like y-you… a lot.” He takes a moment to slowly ease his softening cock out of your cunt, the mixture of cum dribbling down your swollen lips and onto the towel below. He carefully moves to spoon you, his cold chest against your back, while his hand carefully cleans your cum-slick hole.

Herman peppers kisses all over your shoulders, between your shoulder blades, and the back of your neck. He’s slow and gentle just in case you were not wanting such needy affection in the moment, but you easily relaxed into his touch with a soft sigh. Both of your hearts swelled with love.

“I love t-this—you.” He murmured once more, quiet against your skin.

It was ironic, really. Herman was so gentle with you as if you were made of porcelain, yet he was a trembling little dog wherever he trotted. You’d be lying if you say you didn’t want him to be any gentler, perhaps be as rough as he pleases, but now wasn’t the time. Your body was still buzzing in pleasure, sensitive from the pure bliss Herman had given you.

You shift in his hold while you feel his hands slowly wrapping around your torso, to which you rest your own.

Unfortunately, the reality crept back into your mind. Your inner thighs were still sticky from your mixed release, towels on your bed completely soaking through your bedsheets, and the small yawn topped everything off. The adrenaline crash finally hits hard after everything you’ve given each other.

“Would you like to share a bath with me, then sleep..?” You hum, “Probably on the couch too. My bed is… pretty soaked.”

“Y-Yeah,” Herman squeaked, “that s-sounds nice… just a f-few minutes…” He continued to press gentle kisses to your heated skin, hands gently drawing soothing circles over your skin. You could only giggle, a sigh of defeat following as you leaned closer into his body.

“Fineee… Just a few more.”