sshhhh he's exactly where he wants to be (7/10?) 💦🤖
BOY TIME! Waterboy time...now I'm lost on who to do next maybe bb? or visi? idk it'll happen when it happens (watermech is fine and all but I'm a hermbert fan personally)
Could you pretty pretty please with a VERY BIG CHERRY ON TOP write NFSW of waterboy/hermy x fem!reader..? (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)
I NEED TO DOMINATE HIMMM
Sopping Wet Mess.
👽: yess!! Here you go!
🖇️: Waterboy (Herm) x fem!reader
☑️: Proof Read
⚠️: NSFW/SMUT/afab reader/he’s a begging (low key self deprecating) pathetic, stammering mess/you top him/he cries/enjoyyy :3
★ You straddle Herms hips, his body slick and glistening under you. He’s always like this, always a sopping wet mess for you, clothes clinging to his skin, and with no clothes? he just soaks everything through anyways. it’s his curse and his gift, truly. but right now, it’s just making everything messier, hotter as you position yourself over his hard cock, pulling his shirt off of him and flinging it to the floor carelessly.
★ He looks up at you with wide, desperate eyes, his chest heaving. “P-please,” he stutters, his voice breaking already. “I-I need you. So bad.” His hands twitch at his sides, wanting to touch but knowing better than to without your permission. Water beads on his forehead, trickling down his temples.
★ You smirk, gripping the base of his cock—thick and throbbing, slick not just from his powers but from the precum leaking steadily. You lower yourself slowly, teasing the head against your slit, feeling him buck weakly beneath you. “Beg properly,” you command, your voice firm.
★ “I’m—am begging~” he whimpers, his words tumbling out in a pathetic rush. “F-fuck—fuck me, please. Use me.” His face flushes red, a mix of shame and arousal, as more water slicks his skin, making him glisten.
★ Satisfied, you sink down onto him, taking his cock inch by inch into your cunt. He gasps, a choked stutter escaping his lips, “Oh fuh—god, y-you’re so—s-so, mmf—f-fuck.” His hands clench the sheets, knuckles white, as you bottom out. The wetness from his body makes every slide smooth as you start to rock your hips.
★ You ride him hard, grinding down to feel him hit that spot inside you, your hands pressing against his wet chest for leverage. He thrashes beneath you, incoherent babble spilling from his mouth. “Please, har—harder.” He hiccups. “I-I’m sorry, I-I’m such a m-mess. D-don’t stop.” Tears well in his eyes already, not from pain but from the overwhelming need, his body trembling as you bounce on his cock.
★ His stuttering grows worse with each thrust, his pathetic whines music to your ears. He bites his lip, trying to hold back, but you clench around him deliberately, drawing a sob from his throat. Water drips from his hair onto the pillow, his skin slippery under your palms as you pin him down.
★ “Not yet,” you sing song, slowing your pace to torture him, rolling your hips in circles that make his cock twitch inside you. He cries out, a broken stutter. “Mmf—please, I n-need to—to cum. I’m—I can’t—can’t~” His eyes squeeze shut, tears spilling over now, tracking down his cheeks to mix with the water on his dewy face.
★ You pick up the speed again, riding him relentlessly, squeezing him as you chase your own release. He unravels completely beneath you, an absolute wreck. “use my cock, I-I’m pathetic, please jus’let me—
★ His words dissolve into sobs, trying everything he knows in the book that would usually grant him permission to cum. his body arching up as you feel him swell inside you. You grant mercy. And finally, you give the order, “okay baby, okay.” He breaks with a wail, his cock pulsing as he shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside you. Tears stream freely down his face, his whole body shaking in sobs of ecstasy. he chokes out between cries.
★ You keep riding through his orgasm, milking every last drop, until you’re clenching around him in your own climax, waves of pleasure crashing over you both.
★ The buzz fades, you slow your movements, gently lifting yourself off him with a soft, wet sound. Cum dripping from you, mixing with the slick water on his skin, but you don’t care—you lean down to kiss his tear streaked face.
★ “Shh, my sweet boy,” you murmur against his cheek, your voice soft now. You slide off him completely and gather him into your arms, pulling his trembling body against your chest. He’s still sobbing quietly, his face buried in your neck, wet hair sticking to your skin as you stroke his back in slow, soothing circles.
★ “You did sooo good.” you whisper, pressing kisses to his forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose. “So perfect for me. so proud of you.” Your fingers comb through his damp hair, untangling the strands gently while he clings to you, his breaths hitching as the cries taper off into sniffles. You reach for a nearby towel, soft and absorbent, and start patting him dry, starting with his face, wiping away the tears and water with careful strokes. Cupping his face and kissing his forehead more firmly this time. He manages a pathetic smile before nuzzling against you.
