Good Boy
Waterboy x GNReader
Content: +18, NSFW, MDNI, Praise, Handy/BJ, Begging, Cum Swallowing, Teasing, Janitor's Closet
“P-p-pleeease.”
He was so cute like this.
Tears streaming down his flushed face, his body trembling, trying to resist succumbing to your touch, his mouth agape as cries of pleasure filled the empty janitor's closet.
“Mmmh? What is it, Waterboy?”
“P-ple-pleee!”
You squeezed his cock, its head angry and leaking. Herman's hips jerk forward slightly; his grip on the metal shelving tightens.
“Please, what?”
Herman bites his lip, trying to focus on what to say, his mind drowning in ecstasy.
“I…I wa-want…C…ca-an I….”
You give his cock head a kiss before picking up the pace.
“You wanna cum?” you mumble against his cock, your tongue darting out to lick up his leaking mess.
He nods desperately, moaning at your hot tongue. “Y-Yes! P-pl-please m-may I please please please!?” he begs.
You slow your hand and let his cock free from your mouth; he whimpers at the loss. He tries thrusting into your hand to chase the high that he was ever so close to, until you push his hip back against the shelves. Knocking some off some cleaning supplies, but keeping him in place and you in control.
“Mhm, I don’t know Hermie, only good boys deserve to cum.”
His cock twitched in your hand. You picked up the pace again, squeezing his cock a little tighter as you did.
“Do you deserve it?”
“Y-yes!”
A slow jerk made him shake; his body was on the edge, the coil in his stomach ready to snap and allow this wave of pleasure to finally wash over him.
“I need you to say it, Hermie.”
“S-say wh-?”
“I'm a good boy.”
God, you were trying to kill him; his heart was beating out of his chest. He didn't know how much longer he could go on, or if he even wanted it to stop.
He swallowed,
“I-i'm aah… go-goood b-b-boy”
You inched closer; he could feel your hot breath on his cock.
“Again.”
He whined, watching you.
“I-im a go-goood b-boy.”
You let him move his hips, thrusting into your hand desperately as he wants to needs to cum.
“Mhm, who's my good boy?”
“I-I am! M-me!”
“Cum for me, my good boy.” You command, before taking the tip into your mouth, caressing it with your tongue.
He cries out, throwing his head back, his vision going white as you continue milking the poor man's cock. Stroking his shaft while sucking on the tip. The room fills with broken moans and gasps for breath.
He felt as though he had just run a marathon. He's never felt so good before; he wasn't sure he'd be able to finish his shift today.
You freed his sensitive cock from your grasp, craddling his watery cum on your tongue, before swallowing as you watched him collapse before you.
You hummed, taking in the sight of a dishevelled Herman.
Messy wet hair, cheeks wet with water and tears, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, cock on full display for you.
"Now, what do we say?"
He whined, "Th-thank yo-you."
“Such a good boy.”
