thinking so hard about virgin!waterboy (herman) overstimulating himself when fucking you for the first time <3
he's so excited, so nervous, that he can hardly contain himself to begin with. his whole face flushed, his hands trembling, little streams of water rolling down his chin from the corners of his mouth… you're surprised he can even get hard with how wound up he clearly is. when you lean up to kiss him in an attempt at soothing, his mouth is full of water. you don't really mind. herman gurgles out an apology as soon as you break away from him though, looking closer to crying than anything else.
it takes a little while for him to settle down. you'll tell him that it's all alright, it'll all be okay. you know it's his first time and you can take it slow together. you know it doesn't feel this way right now, but it's not that serious.
you've inconspicuously (or, at least, you hope) glanced at the outline of his dick through his hero suit before, and so you already know that herman isn't small by any means. though, when you finally get to see it, fully hard and with the tip leaking, you still think you're starting to salivate.
he's got such a pretty cock, long and the perfect thickness, his tip curved up a little. he's made an attempt to trim his hair though, you think, he hasn't done it that often, judging from the uneven patches. you want to tell him how gorgeous his dick is, but you think that would actually cause him to drown himself right now. you'll save it for later.
another of your suspicions is confirmed as soon as he pushes into you. he's loud. an absolute whimpering mess off a man, his nails clawing at the waterproof sheets the bed is covered in.
he's whining before he's even got his dick entirely inside of you, water beading on the exposed skin of his chest and arms. you can feel him twitch inside of you.
"you're very, very, um, warm…" he says, a shudder going through him as you grind up a little to meet his stilled hips.
herman takes the hint, sinking inside of you further and further punctuated with shuddering exhales and sudden inhales. when he starts to actually thrust into you, the wet slaps of his hips meeting yours filling the room, it only takes him a few thrusts before he's filling you up with a shaky wail. *and there's so much of it, too."
"are you- are you peeing?" you ask him, voice trembling a little, and he frantically shakes his head.
"no, no, definitely not, i just… it's always, always a lot-- i can't really, don't know how to… not do that."
"it's alright," you reassure him once again. "i wanted to make sure, but, it's pretty hot." your hand moves down to rub at yourself, when herman catches your wrist. he almost immediately lets go again.
"so, sorry… but we don't have to- we can keep going." he says it with such sudden conviction that you don't dare suggest otherwise. in return, you get a front-row seat to him fucking himself into an utter mess.
he holds up pretty well for about another two or three orgasms, though he babbles a lot more nonsense, and the sheen of water on his skin is actually starting to drip down on you. he's still cumming a lot. with every one of his thrusts, a little bit of it leaks out of you. he becomes a bit bolder or, perhaps, simply less embarrassed while lost in the sensations, occasionally leaning down to place a kiss on top of your head or just barely missing your mouth, or his hand grazes over your chest.
after that, though, he starts to fall apart above you. and you simply cannot look away. it's the tears that come first. he starts to let out little sobs and keening sounds, head lolling back and forth with every movement. his arms start to tremble more and more. he'd been leaning down in your range and he'd practically collapsed on top of you as soon as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"sorry, sorry, sorry," he babbles out, turning his head away to spit out a mouthful of water on the sheets.
after that, he turns his head back, burying it against the top of your head and inhaling loudly. it's just his hips that are moving now, sloppier than before, and he never pulls himself out of you more than an inch or two. only nudigng the deepest spots inside of you with his cock.
his next orgasm makes him sob. and though his hips stutter, he never actually stop.
"more, i want- don't wanna stop, m'sorry, m-more-" he doesn't stop repeating such things, practically on loop, as he snugly buries himself inside of you again and again.
it's only when he starts to laugh, breathless and a bit unhinged and far, far hotter than you could ever imagine, that you decide you need to cut him some slack before you break him. you hadn't been far from cumming yourself, and you soon push yourself over the edge with the hand in between your legs. it's only when your walls spasm around him that herman stops, his whole body panting and trembling.
