i've seen a lot of talk about sub!herman so i wanna contribute <33
notes: sub!herman x dom!reader, cnc / consensual non-consent, kink negotiation, dry humping. both reader and herman are pretty inexperienced at kink stuff and it shows. what if we roleplayed and got too horny.
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it comes up when you and herman are discussing any more kinky stuff you're into! it's clear that he likes the idea of subbing a lot, so it's mostly about that. you're very sure about your role as a dom, and are, perhaps, a bit nervous to disappoint him in that regard… but you are willing to try and think and consider with him!!
herman can babble on and on for quite a while, you've discovered, especially now that he's more comfortable around you and stutters less.
"i, um… maybe this is too weird?" he asks, gaze on his hands where he's tugging on the rubber fingertip of one of his gloves.
"i won't judge," you tell him. "but if you're really not comfortable, i won't make you." you've discussed multiple things so far, like his mommy kink, love of praise, and, perhaps, overstimulation. you don't think anything will really be that much of an issue, now.
"i d,dunno-- sometimes, i think about… they're, like, fantasies, maybe, like, having someone like, be, be so attracted, or… into me, i guess, that they would… do something. without me. really wanting to. as, like, roleplay. of course."
he's shifting his weight around by the time he's done, a fat droplet of water dangling from the tip of his nose.
you wipe it away with a smile. "okay. like, some kind of villain interrogation… gone sexual?"
he laughs a little like this, breathy and stuttering. "um. maybe… they'd be too mean in that scenario? i, ah, don't really-- i don't, i don't hate it, but i don't like… the idea of being talked down to as much?" his cheeks are flushed a bright red. "s-sorry. is this too much?"
"no, no, i'm just thinking…" you hum a little. "maybe, like, some kind of super fan who is so obsessed with you that they lock you in their basement? that kind of vibe. being all over and really into you… trying to make you fall in love with them?"
you turn your gaze back to herman, finding him a little wide-eyed and even more flushed. "y, yeah. yeah, that sounds good. fun. very fun."
perhaps it's not the best for 'immersion' that, later, after you've practiced tying safe knots and discussed further limits, he's 'kidnapped' to your bed room. but, well, renting some place and getting caught would make for an interesting sex scandal in his early hero career, and you're not having sex at his house to begin with.
you pace in front of the door for a moment, taking a deep breath to settle the jitters in your stomach. it's the first time you're doing anything like this… so you're scared that your mind will blank, or that you're not 'sexy' enough, or, just, anything, really. you've never been the best at improvisation, but you're sure as hell going to try.
you crack open the door, peeking into the dark room.
"h-hello?" sputters waterboy from inside, his voice accompanied by the creaking of your bed as he rolls around. "wh, what did you-- why did, have, you brought me here?!"
you flick on the light to its lowest setting and step inside. he's blushing so hard once again, his cock straining against his hero suit. you'd put down the usual plastic sheets on your bed and that's a good thing, because there's already a bit of a puddle forming beneath his body.
"you're awake!" you chirp, ignoring his statement, walking up to the side of the bed without hesitation.
"i'm sorry, are you feeling okay? i'm not sure what they did, had to call in a favour to get you here-- i just really, really wanted to meet you, but they never let me into your office, and i, sadly, do have a job and stuff… so i could never catch you out and about. but, hey, we're here now, right?"
waterboy's breathing hard, hands flexing underneath the ropes you'd tied him up with. "what-- what are you even talking about?!" his voice cracks, his exhale trembling. "you--! someone knocked me out and took me here, and-!!"
he chokes on the water gathering in his mouth, and you take this opportunity to climb on to the bed, stroking his unprotected side. he jumps and shudders, though there's not very far he can go. especially not with his ankles tied to the bed posts.
"i'm sorry, i must be coming on really forward, i just-- didn't know how else to do this anymore." you're still smiling so wide, so hard, that your facial muscles are starting to hurt. your heart is hammering against your rib cage.
"you haven't… we can still, i think, we can still talk this out--" waterboy says, squirming on the mattress. he plasters a shaky smile on his face. "p-promise."
"mmmmm," you hesitate a moment, but then shake your head. "we can talk like this, just fine. i haven't convinced you yet-- i can tell."
"j, just--" you place a hand on his chest, and feel his chest contracting from his sudden inhale.
without thinking about it, you clamber on top of him. you rest your crotch over this. you don't move, not yet. he wanted you to do this to him, you think, and it makes you feel a little giddy that all that's in his eyes, really, is desire.
"let me finish, okay? then you can make up your mind. i won't hurt you, really, i never, ever, would…"
you press your hips down a little and then lift them back up again. you rub the flat of your hand over his chest, eyes planted firmly on his face. the moisture on his forehead and cheeks is visible.
you start to unzip his suit. everything underneath is absolutely slick with water. your hands are immediately soaked as soon as you glide them over his bare chest. the arousal in your stomach coils tighter when you pinch his one of his nipples in between two fingers, and he whines.
you simply can't resist anymore either. "haaah," you pant out, loud. "sorry, i just, i just can't resist any longer. you don't know what you fucking do to me." he trembles underneath you, immediately gasping out a strangled moan as you start to hump him, even through his suit.
neither of you last very long. you sneak a hand underneath your clothing, rubbing at yourself as herman's noises get louder and louder, more whinier and high-pitched. his hips try to meet yours the best they can, and you can tell when you've shoved him over the edge when his eyes rolls back and, for a moment, he goes completely silent. you speed up your hand. it cramps, and you know your wrist will hurt later, but you frantically move so, in moments, you're cumming too.
you practically collapse on top of him. with the horny haze from your mind, you're feeling… quite embarrassed, really, though you try not to think about it. if you've read anything online, it should be more about herman now. right? or, maybe, you should've kept this going longer… you can't get into the mindset anymore now, though, and you're trembling a little as you untie him.
"are you… how are you feeling?" herman asks softly. "i, i'm feeling-- i'm feeling fine, before you ask." you just nod and make a little noise in the back of your throat.
as soon as his hands are free--after more than one attempted--he warps you in a tight hug and doesn't let you go until you settle against him. he'd asked once more what was wrong, then gone quiet.
"i don't know what's wrong…" you whisper. "i just. feel like i didn't do a very good… job. or that it wasn't… fun, maybe."
herman leans down to a press a kiss to your head. "you, you did gerat. i can say it some more, if-- if you want. and we should… maybe take a bath."
he does say it, quite a few more times, that evening.