content warning — nsfw (lewd), waterboy x reader, service top waterboy, teasing, body worship, a little hair pulling, riding, musings/imagines(?), porn with TOO MUCH FEELINGS, hidden affair, HR violation, no specific genitals mentioned for reader.
author's note — first victim of dispatchverse because you already know how it iiiss... really love my pathetic men...
imagine being herman's lover, knowing both of you are co-workers, you guys can't make the fact that you guys have been seeing each other in ways no one would have suspect public is what sort of pains you both.
sometimes — or well, almost always — you like to tease the poor man, crooning his superhero name at the lockers when no one else is around, he gets all so flustered and pleads for you to not do that, because you were practically tempting him.
you're a big fan of having your hands all over him, tracing your fingers on his wetsuit and he'll always have the same flustered reaction, acting like your touch sends electric waves through his veins, shivering and whining slightly.
you can't help it! you love the dork. you love it when he whines your name when you unzip his wetsuit and have your hand on his abdomen, pressing against the clammy pink hues of his skin while he lets you have your way since he wants it as well. he wants you.
you could never get over how he stammers your name, squirming beneath your teasing touches. there are times where both of you get too desperate, ending up at the janitor room, the poor attempt of locking the door with a bucket and the broomstick while you both make out and grinding onto each other.
after those make out sessions, there are rare times where herman aches for you way too much while being at work, asking if it's okay if he.. he never finishes his question, but you know what he's trying to say. he can't ask properly because of how shy he gets about it, he gets pinker and his stutters worsen.
knowing what he's trying to imply, you found it so, so sweet. you find him too sweet, he's a little pathetic with it, but that's what you liked the most of him, and you were a patient man, so you don't tease him about it, you immediately answer "of course".
he's desperate, fumbling with his zipper and you wait, shedding half of your clothes, but when he realizes you're only taking off half of it - he asks if you can take them all off, because he didn't want to be the only one fully naked - and he really wants to see all of you. what a darling herman is.
of course, you'd oblige, taking them off and finally, herman would kiss every inch of your skin, where ever, murmuring how much he loves you, how much he wants to show his love for you, his stammering would lessen here, this was basically his way of foreplay. and you couldn't complain, it makes you feel loved, not only desired.
you'd encourage him to keep going, keep doing whatever he'd like to do with you, but of course, you both know you're the one who'll always be in charge.
when he's kissing your neck, you'll have your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging them slightly to earn another noise from him, he gets so tense when you do it, it's cute.
and when you're sucking him off, you have to tell him to quiet down, since you guys are still at the work building, he tries his best but he'll still have a lot of noise.
you've noticed that he drools quite a lot when your warm mouth's around his cock, noting that he really likes it when you're down on him like this. what a pervert...
and when you're done sucking him off, he prepares you with two fingers, taking off his glove and asking if you're doing okay with his wet, lengthy digits inside of you. he always asks if you're okay with this and that, you've told him to not worry too much, but you do appreciate it a lot for being considerate.
after all of that, he gets to finally have his dick sink within you, entering in with a sigh and a mixture of a gasp, he'd stay still for a good minute because having his cock in you will always have a heavenly feeling for him.
time to time, you'd ride him, bouncing onto his lap while having one hand of yours on his mouth to shut him up, you thought it was cute when he's tearing up, eyes fluttering open when they can to look at you with those beautiful silver blue eyes.
his hands would be holding onto the side of your hips, his body trembling and his own hips trying their best to thrust in sync with your bounces, there were times his hands would explore your body while you're riding him, caressing your skin with so much love.
either you or herman will be the ones to pull out, keeping it safe, herman insists that he'll clean the mess for both of you, since he was a janitor, he knows his ways to clean up messes.
after all of that, both of you will leave the room and pretend nothing happen in front of the others, to not seem suspicious, but you know that you're not done with herman yet. not by a long shot.
..you both hope for the best that no one has ever noticed how disheveled your suit would be, and how waterboy's wetsuit looks a bit strange afterwards.
Childhood best friend oc x bottom reader. No gender specified for reader. "You guys" is used gender neutrally.
a little angsty in this one, happy ending. some fluff. i talk too much. unrequited love from reader's pov. he went through a breakup. then had an awakening. you fell first but he fell harder. Subtop character. you fuck in the wilderness. blowjobs, handjobs, overstimulation, fingering. cum as lube. you ride him. pathetic tops <3 he's in it for the ride dw. last half is a little rushed, mb. no proofread. 8410 words
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You've known your best friend now for.. how many years? Too many.
You met each other when his family moved right next to yours when you were just children and were inseparable all throughout school. Knowing each other's likes and dislikes were a given. Knowing each other's everything was pretty much a given. He can't stand the taste of carrots, absolutely adores any sort of wildlife (even if they don't like him), and how he have always been a little hesitant going into things alone. Personality-wise, he never really changed--always bubbly, positive, energetic. Attached to you. Not that you minded.
In fact, you liked it. You liked him, for a while now. Love, even. You didn't know when you fell, but you do know that you fell hard. It was probably halfway through high school when you first realized you get jealous when he gets a little too close to his other friends. Of course--he's allowed to have friends and it's not like he's ignoring you. You two are still inseparable. But you're still jealous. You wanted his attention on you.
This feeling of jealousy gets worse when he brings up his crushes. You wanted to be a good friend. You wanted to see him happy. Every time he comes to you for advice or help, you gave it to him. How to ask someone out, what to wear for dates--but you wanted it to be you. You wanted to be with him, but it never seemed like he notices, and you try to not let it show.
Eventually, you learned to live with it. You have been trying to suppress your feelings. Maybe, even trying to move on. But you couldn't bring yourself to.
These feelings lived you until now--halfway through college. But now there's a new problem. Recently, it feels like he's being...avoidant? You hate to think this way, but it does seem like he's trying to avoid you. He's still bright and chatty when you guys do bump into each other, but whenever you try to make plans, he always seemed to be busy. He's also been making fewer plans to go out together. Usually you guys take turns thinking of something to do.
You didn't really know what incited this behavior--as far as you know, you were perfectly normal. Same as you've ever been. You didn't do anything or say anything that might've made him avoidant. Or at least you didn't think so.
The only thing you can think of is his breakup a few months ago. He and his ex were together for close to half a year before they decided that the relationship just wasn't working. While the mutual breakup itself wasn't messy and the other party was apologetic about it, it did hurt him. And whenever he is hurt like this, he goes to you.
So that's what he did. Late one night, he knocked on your door, on the verge of tears. Thankfully, your roommate was out for the weekend, so no one was disturbed by the arrival of a guest at 2 AM. You were shocked to see him--it is 2 AM after all--and he's the type of call or text before he shows up.
The moment you opened the door, he pounced. He almost knocked you over with the force of his hug, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your shoulder, sobbing. You froze for a bit before slowly closing the door and just letting him cry. You held him there for who knows how long, his mop of unruly dark curls tickling you.
Eventually you managed to shuffle him to the couch with him still latched onto you. You sat the two of you down and he pretty much laid himself on top of you and stayed there, unmoving. You were honestly trying not to sneeze for a good while because of his hair in your face.
Now, you're facing a dilemma. On one hand, you want to be there for your best friend and comfort him. On the other, the one person you've been pining for was essentially cuddling you on the couch. You hated that you felt this way--he was upset. You shouldn't be feeling this way when he's this vulnerable. He's here because he trusts you.
Well. He fell asleep eventually. You didn't dare move. Your whole body when numb by the time morning came. You didn't sleep too well that night.
When he woke up, he was incredibly apologetic. He looked embarrassed--big, brown eyes swollen from all that crying the night before, voice croaky, hair more of a mess. He probably got drool all over you but you changed out of those clothes soon enough. You also gave him clothes to change into. Your clothes. You tried not to think too much about it.
You did as most as you could to make him feel better that weekend. He stayed over for a few, crashing on your couch. For the first day, he was clingy, but he barely replenished any of his usual energy. He looked like a dejected puppy following you around silently. You took care of him though, making food for the both of you and ordered takeout when you didn't feel like cooking. He was a lot quieter that day as well. That night, you sat together on the couch and just had something on for background noise while he spilled his feelings about the breakup to you. You just listened.
He understood why his ex felt like things weren't working--he was fearing it too, but he was just in denial. But he blames himself. He knew he shouldn't, and that it was normal for personalities to clash one you get to know each other, but he still felt awful. He did bring up another thing though.
"It felt like they thought that I- you- ugh. I don't know."
He stopped himself short, shaking his head and muttering something they said--something about being clingy, about feelings, about hiding--and became apprehensive to pick that topic up again. He claimed he didn't understand, and the two of you just left it at that. No need for you to push further. He'll tell you when he feels like he's ready.
The rest of the night you tried to take his mind off of this by playing. Messing around. Video games, card games, board games--whoever loses at the end of the night has to treat the other to food next week. Eventually, you tired yourselves out after a pillow fight and promptly fell asleep. Neither of you remembered who won.
He spent the next few days getting his energy back, slowly but surely becoming himself again. You noticed that with you, he seemed to flip between his old self--always clinging you, joking with you, just together with you--to being...shy. A little more hesitant. More scared of overstepping boundaries. Scared of invading your personal space.
You chalked it up to the influence of his breakup, but he has never acted like this before. You've been through almost all of his previous breakups, but none of which affected him like this. You were hurt at his apprehension towards you--his hand literally flinched away when your hand got near. It hurt you, but you couldn't blame him. You never could.
But yeah. You noticed for the past few months now that he's trying to subtly (but very obviously) avoid you, and you really didn't understand why. Your mutual friends thought a fight or argument happened, but even they didn't believe such thing. They even tried asking him, but he just shook them off, claiming it was nothing, saying maybe he was just tired.
It got so noticeable that both your parents caught wind it. You blame his extroverted nature--he makes too many snitching friends.
You really didn't want to have a conversation like this with both your parents, but they were adamant. You've been friends for so long, this behavior is too concerning not to talk about, even though both of you were insisting that everything was fine. So, they called an "emergency" meeting one day. Attendance mandatory. And thank fuck college wasn't far from home, or else you would've had the time of a long ass commute to dread this.
The two of you left separately, but got home around the same time. Your parents ushered you next door to his for this impromptu meeting, but the two of you would rather bury yourselves in the dirt. Walking in, he could only give you a fleeting glance before pretending that nothing happened, looking away. Your heart ached.
Your parents sat the two of you down on one of the couches as they surrounded you, sitting on the opposite facing couch, in nearby recliners, in chairs--they are taking this way too seriously. You nervously fidgeted with your sleeve, and you noticed that he also couldn't sit still, his leg bouncing. The last time your two families sat you guys down like this was when they caught you two egging a teacher's house. To be fair, that teacher sucked ass and everyone knew it.
"Now, children-" his mother started. You noticed him tense. This really does feel way too serious.
"I have heard through the grapevine that the two of you haven't been getting along."
"No, it's nothing like that-"
"Ah-ah-ah. Don't even start with that--I could see it from the way you two walked in the door! No eye contact. How insane is that?"
The two of you tried to defend yourselves from both your parents' interrogation but to no avail. None of them are allowing the two of you breathing room or chances to explain things. You buried your head in your hands. You didn't know what to think, but you may have felt his eyes on you. Looking over at him though, he was sprawled out on the other side of the couch, desperately avoiding your eyes, while he's still trying--in vain--to explain that nothing happened and that the parents are being nosy. At this point, you won't be surprised if they think one of you murdered someone and the other found out. It wasn't that serious, but of course, they won't listen.
The "meeting" eventually ended up as a big dinner, since you two came home anyway. Your fathers cooked, chatting to themselves, while your mothers sat you two down next to each other at the table. Just like when you guys were kids. They kept trying to "fix" things between you, have you two talk it out, explain your feelings (which you would rather die), but all was in vain. At first this "meeting" seemed quite charming. It was nice to know that your families loved you two so much they cared enough to try to handle any disagreements, but having it go on for this long is draining. He's always been an endless ocean of energy, but now seemed out of it as well.
"Well, how 'bout this--since you two are both adults and there's no need for us to meddle," your father said as he brought plates over. You didn't even try to guess what he's trying to propose. His father joined with the rest of the plates.
"-we send you two on a camping trip! I remember you two always rambling about wanting to live out there together eventually, so why not spend spring break in the woods? I know a friend who owns a nice piece of land. I can ask her if you kids can spend the break there."
"Oh, that's not necessary-"
"Oh how wonderful!! That such a nice idea! Then you two can have a heart-to-heart talk--we won't be there so you two can have some privacy~"
Your mother interjected you, excited and giggly at the thought that you're now a big kid and need privacy with your best friend. Almost as if she knew of your debilitating crush. You hoped she didn't. You shot her a lighthearted glare before burying your face again.
A camping trip would be nice, but with how things are now, you wouldn't even know how that'll turn out. How awkward it'll be. You have been trying to make plans and hang out with him for the past few months, but he always brushed it off, so maybe feigning to "give in" to your parents' suggestions may convince him to join in.
You looked over at him, and he looked away.
"So, any thoughts? Camping for spring break? I mean--I'm free."
He gave you a quick look before looking away again, eyes staring at his hands fiddling his fork.
"Well, I don't kn-"
"Oh of course he wants to go! C'mon, it'll be fun!"
His mother spoke for him, ruffling his hair, already rambling on the things that you guys could do on your trip, while all he could do was give a weak smile and reluctantly agree. Of course, after hearing that he agreed, his mother was ecstatic. His father had to essentially hold her down or else she'll leap off the table and gather everything you two needed. You could definitely tell where he inherited his usually bottomless energy from.
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The rest of the night went well. Dinner went on without a hitch, and you and him offered to wash the dishes like you two always had. There were small jokes thrown around--jokes about your families' unrelenting enthusiasm, comments about how much you missed family dinners, and even some plans for camping. You then splashed him with a bit of water out of habit, froze, and stared at him, scared he'll shy away again. He stared back, then immediately started enacting his revenge. You were having so much fun, it felt like the whole "avoiding you" thing never happened. It felt nice. You missed this.
Unfortunately, the night ended too soon, and the two of you had to head back for class in the morning. Just because home wasn't far doesn't mean it's close enough to be a nice commute to class.
As you left, the two of you said goodbye to your families. Your parents made you guys promise to actually go through with this camping trip or else they would be very sad. Your father joked that he would stuff you two in a barrel and ship you to the camp site and you just laughed, rolling your eyes.
Like how you arrived, the two of you left separately. The drive back was much nicer. There weren't many people on the road and you were no longer dreading a family "meeting." When the both of you arrived back, you went to him for a little chat. Just to plan for the camping trip, you say.
He felt hesitant to be alone with you again, making you start to feel worse. You didn't want things to be this weird between the two of you, but he's not making things any better.
"Just to clarify--I won't force you to go camping with me if you really don't want to. I can always make up an excuse to our parents," you told him. You would like to go though, it would be a nice break from everything. If he skips, then you guess you're going alone, your heart aching.
"No, it's not that. I just-- I-I don't know," he groaned. He looked distressed about this--torn between something.
"I know I haven't been the most...present, and I'm truly sorry. It's not you at all, I just don't know how to deal with myself at the moment."
You assured him that he didn't have to deal with things alone and that even if you might not be able to help, you could still listen. Moral support, y'know? He sighed and shook his head.
"I really, really appreciate you're trying to help, I really am. I just don't know if I'm ready to face it yet. B-but, I can definitely go camping with you. Maybe all I need is a little break."
Again, you didn't pry. His reassurance didn't do much though, but you were glad he agreed. The two of you then agreed on a time and place to meet before heading out for camp, and decided that it would be most convenient to just take one car. You guys could go shopping together for materials and tools needed before then as well. Maybe then things would start looking better. All there is to do now, is wait for spring break. It's only a week away.
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That week flew by fast. Not much progress was made between the two of you, unfortunately. You blame it on your professors cramming you with work right before break. He was mostly MIA too, which was honestly quite upsetting. Even if he was busy, he should've replied to your messages with something right? You literally saw his speech bubble pop up a few times, but he never said anything. You really do hope that all he needed was a break--you didn't know how much longer you can take this. Your heart could only take so much.
You met up with him at the designated spot, and he also looked a little disheveled. And off the two of you went, heading to buy supplies first, then actually setting off. It will be a long drive.
The two of you couldn't sit in silence--you couldn't sit in silence. He seemed nervous and fidgety while he drove, so you tried your best to make small talk. You got him conversing with you about classes, about professors. Stuff you've already heard about, but you'll take anything at this point.
Eventually, the conversation switched to him again, about how he acknowledges that everyone around him is increasingly getting concerned with his behavior. How he seemed too troubled. How he hasn't even been responding to your texts. Hell, even his ex thought it was weird. They ended the relationship mutually, but they never would've thought it would affect him like this.
"I-I promise--I will talk this out with you this week. I know I've been selfish and I've been keeping you in the dark, but I'm just...a little scared."
"Scared? Of what?"
"That... it won't end well. I would never forgive myself if it won't end well."
"I also promise, that whatever you throw me, it won't change anything. We've known each other for so long--what could a conversation do? We would literally bury a body for each other."
He chuckled at your comment, but you could tell he was still stressed. What the ever-loving fuck could get him this stressed??
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The car ride ended up being more relaxed than you could ever hoped. Sure, maybe you stared at him a little too often, but you two were having nice conversation. It eventually devolved into you both threatening each other with catching fish and stuffing it in each other's sleeping bags. Feeding each other to bears. Throwing wasp nests into each other's tents. By the time you arrived, the two of you were in a better mood than you were at the beginning of the drive, the would-be "talk" far from your minds.
The first thing you guys do is to unpack. The majority of what the two of you brought was food and clothes. You didn't bring much else because it'll be insanely annoying putting everything back again, and you know for a fact you won't be able to roll up your sleeping bag up the same way you did before leaving. And of course, you packed enough portable chargers just in case. You promised you won't be on your phone much this trip, but you never know. Maybe you just need a few hours of doomscrolling one night.
Then came the tent pitching. Neither of you pitched a tent before, and you probably should've looked up how to before you left. Service sucks out here, so looking it up won't yield much. Pitching the tent took you guys a good few hours--most of it was spent making fun of each other, throwing dirt at each other, and deliberately messing with the other's tent. Your heart swelled hearing his laughter again. It was more fun than you imagined.
Unfortunately though, you might've messed around a little too much and accidentally ripped a large hole into the side of his tent. The two of you stood there frozen for a bit, just staring as the edges of the rips fluttered in the wind. You stared at each other, and burst out with laughter.
"Why did you do that??"
"Me???? You started it!"
"It's against the rules to use a stick, y'know??"
"You threw a rock at me you fu--"
The playful shouting match ended up as a wrestling match, but it didn't get anywhere. After exhausting yourselves, you laid next to each other on the floor, breathless, but still blaming each other. Just like when you were younger. You turned your head to look at him, but you were met his his eyes already on you. A little caught off guard, he looked away. You swore you could see his ears flush a little. You're starting to wonder why he's getting shy again--everything's going so well so far! What could it be now?
"Well, what's the plan?" you asked. "We can't really leave one of us outside being eaten alive by bugs."
"I feel fine leaving you out to be eaten by bugs--at least then I'll be spared."
You smacked him and the two of you laughed. You let your hand rest on his arm, testing the waters. He flinched slightly, but didn't pull away.
"But seriously though--I think we have to share a tent. Sleeping outside with bugs for a whole spring break will actually be considered cruel and unusual punishment."
He stayed silent for a beat too long. The silence felt like an eternity and it suffocated you. Your heart thundered.
"Y-yeah, that works with me. We still have our separate sleeping bags, and it's not like we've never had sleepovers before."
You let out an internal sigh of relief, but you're thinking more and more about why he's acting like this again. It feels like he would rather die than look in your direction right now, and he sounds...flustered? Are you reading this right? First he avoids you for months, paining you to no end, and now he has the balls to be shy?? And he's said it himself--it's not like you guys never had a sleepover before.
...
Could it be?
You sat up and buried you face in your hands again, which were now shaking slightly from the rush of sudden rush of emotions. It couldn't be, right? At this point you're just trying to convince yourself to not jump to conclusions. Sure, you've been dreaming of this being real for years, but it can't be that easy right? He basically ignored you for months because he liked you back???? You don't know whether to be pissed or ecstatic at this revelation.
"Uh, you good?" he asked, sitting up as well, concerned. His caring nature was not helping your situation right now.
Your brain spun while you tried your best to think of some reason that wouldn't expose your internal turmoil at the moment.
"Um. It's getting late--how do we wash ourselves?" Nice save.
"O-oh, yeah. We do have dirt all over us, don't we?"
"I'm guessing that lake is our bath for the week, but if I find that a spider climbed on me when I'm butt ass naked we're leaving immediately."
The two of you laughed again, but unfortunately that did seem to be the only solution. Either that, or hope there would be rain often enough so you won't stink. Which doesn't seem likely, nor does it seem pleasant.
Eventually you guys agreed that the bathing should happen when it's still light enough out. Both of you would hate to have someone rescue you in from drowning or spiders when you can't even see each other. But as you mentioned, it was already getting late. You two are literally watching the sun set while sitting on the forest floor right now. So, taking turns bathing would probably take too long.
So of course, as the idiots you were, you both (didn't want to, but still did) agreed that dunking yourselves in the lake together would be easiest.
You were dying inside, and pretty sure he was too. From the last light of the sun, you could see that his ears are positively burning. And he's still refusing eye contact. Now you were almost positive he likes you back. You're still kinda pissed, trying to wrap your head around this reality.
You psyched yourself up enough to get up and pull him up along with you, getting yourselves ready to wash off all the dirt on you. You just have to remember, it's not like you guys are bathing together, just in the same vicinity or else someone will be bear food. And it's not like you guys never went to the pool together--it'll be just like that. At least that's what you're telling yourself.
He maybe tripped way too much on the way to the lake. It was incredibly cute but you were not much better. You definitely didn't run face first into branches. You made fun of each other for being so clumsy, but it was honestly weird to even acknowledge that the two of you were bumbling around like fools because neither of you want to confess you like each other.
Now, confidence started building in you. You kinda want to see just how much more flustered you can make him before he realizes that you like him back. Maybe you can tease him a little, pretend you don't notice how shy he gets now, work him up even more. As payback. He's the one who first ignored you for months after all. Of course, you have to get your own head in the game first. Calm your giddy self down to even begin trying to pull this off...which might take a while.
You were jittery even undressing and getting into the lake. Making your way into the water, you dunked yourself fully underneath the water, trying to clear your mind enough to enact the "revenge." The water was warm, which was nice. You could feel the ripples of the water as he made his way into the lake as well. First step should probably be getting closer to him now, right?
You did surface eventually, and you did catch him looking away at the last minute again. With a plan in mind now, you decided to splash him--you were originally tempted to pull him underwater with you, but you did remember that you're both naked. So for now, splashing it is.
He did turn around, a little hesitant. You watched as his eyes briefly glanced at your figure before deciding to look at anything but you. You could also see the gears in his head turning before he decided to splash you back, laughing as another war began. You used this as an opportunity to get closer to him, getting within arms reach. You kept aiming your splashes at his face and laughing, he tried to defend himself. He instinctively grabbed onto your arm to slow your onslaughts and oh!
Whoops!
You slipped!!!
While slipping in water doesn't really work the same as tripping on land, but you definitely didn't purposely fall on him. Definitely.
He caught you and froze immediately, eyes wide and face flushed deeply. Your heart thundered in your chest while you gave a lighthearted apology, claiming you got too into dueling him you slipped on mud and lost your balance. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. There were so many emotions running through you right now.
You became more nervous as his grip on your arms tightened just slightly. You stared at him, drinking in the sight in front of you. He looked incredibly delightful right now--his hair and skin were all wet, the last rays of sun shining on him, making him look like he's glistening. His chest was heaving as he took deeper breaths, whether it's from all the splashing or your sudden proximity, you didn't know. You could just catch a flicker of his eyes behind his hair as he stared back at you. And of course, he looked away right after, looking at anything but you.
But on the other hand, the pit in your gut gnawed at you while you feared this teasing would backfire. Would push him too far out his comfort zone. Would result in him cutting you off more. You're afraid of scaring him off. There was a reason why you never made a move until now. You could feel the hand gripping onto your arm shake a little now.
You really, really hoped you weren't doing the wrong thing.
"W-why. Why are you always so good to me?" His voice shook as he muttered his question. It was so quiet the beating of your heart almost drowned it out. It caught you off guard.
"What are you even saying?"
He continued gripping onto your arms, trying to push you away slightly but yet not letting go. You stood your ground.
"You're always there for me. A-always there to comfort me, to give me advice. To share the blame when I did something wrong. Even after I essentially ignored you for months--you never hesitated to want to help me. To solve my problems. Problems I placed onto myself. Problems that are actively hurting you."
You stood there speechless, just listening to everything he had to say. He couldn't look you in the eye, but couldn't let you go either. You slowly inched forward, testing the waters and hoping that he won't run from you. He didn't. His head hung low as his voice started to quiver.
"I don't know what I ever did to deserve this. T-to deserve you. I took you for granted. You're still here even though I treated you so awfully--I'm sorry. I really am sorry."
He's finally looking at you now. His gaze was still shy. Hesitant. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, pulling on your heartstrings.
"I won't ever forgive myself if I lost you."
You're so close to him now. Almost instinctively, he laid his head onto your shoulder, arms around your waist. His voice was barely audible.
Your head spun to comprehend this. He's confessing. Your heart swelled, affection fueling you to cup his face. He tensed up just slightly.
"Why would you ever lose me? We've been through way too much now, you can't get rid of me even if you wanted."
He gave in and leaned into your touch.
"My ex made me realized just how close I am to you. How attached I am to you. How much I needed you. I was s-scared it'll scare you away--it scared me. When they left I was left with with nothing to distract me from those feelings. I hid and ran away from it for so long I didn't even realize how much it affected you. I was so a-afraid of destroying what we've had for years that I started actively ruining it."
Tears started welling up in his eyes and you brushed them away. The look he was giving you was making your heart burst. Cuteness aggression is getting harder and harder to combat.
"I don't even know how to make it up to you-"
"Kiss me."
He looked at you with his eyes big, unsure of himself. His hand around you tightened.
"A-are you sure? I know this is sud-sudden and we're all the way out here alone but I-I don't want you to feel pressured to do a-anything you would regret because of me-"
You wanted to smack some sense into him. This fucking idiot. He's literally holding you, naked, and he's still scared that the feeling's not mutual.
"Sudden?? I've been waiting for this since high school--do you want to make it up to me or not? Now kiss me or I'm not letting you touch me tonight."
He didn't need to be told twice. Only after a fleeting seconds of hesitation, his hand cupped your jaw so softly, as if you'll fade away if he's too eager. He pressed his lips against yours, quivering, kissing you slowly but desperately. He's still nervous, but he needed this. Needed you.
You tangled your hands into his dark curls and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He held onto you like you'll disappear at any second. You licked his lips and he let you in, tangling his tongue with yours, groaning into the kiss, breathing out your name like a prayer.
You needed more, and you could feel that he thought so too. With your bodies pressed together, you could feel every bit of his desires. You rubbed against him just slightly, earning a groan from him. He's kissing you like his life depended on it, and you could feel the heat of his flush from his face travel all the way down his chest. You could feel his warm body trembling against yours.
You hands wandered his body while you broke the kiss, his shaky breath on your lips. You pressed kisses all over his neck, shoulders, and collarbones, your previous months of anxiety and pain resurfacing as frustration.
"I wanted you all to myself since we were fifteen-" You sucked on a spot on the nape his neck, his voice caught in his throat.
"-but you were never interested in me. Never noticed. Too oblivious and in your own little world to realized how much I wanted you to be mine. So I never made a move. I didn't want to lose what we had. Make you uncomfortable-"
You shoved your leg in between his and he gasped, brows knitted, muttering apologies as he held onto you tighter, keeping himself grounded.
"-and then you had the guts to ignore me for months. Made me think that our years of friendship were for nothing--and now you wanna make it up to me? Then I'm not letting you off easy. We're not done until I'm done with you tonight."
You pushed him far back enough shuffle you both onshore, and he whimpered. An adorable sound.
You laid him on his back and you straddled his hips, intertwining your fingers with his as you leaned down to kiss him again. You moved downwards and latched onto his nipples, his voice cracking and back arching as you took him into your mouth.
He looked at you with a deliciously desperate expression. He ran his hands wherever he could reach--over your thighs, up your sides, squeezing your hips, before tangling his hand in your hair.
You switched to the other bud, your free hand toying with the one you just left. You could feel him get harder underneath you, hips bucking into you to chase pleasure. You're not letting him have any relief.
You pulled away and sat up.
"Nope--we're not doing that," you said, holding his hips still. He whined.
"W-what? Not doing what? I'm not-"
"You-" you pointed at him. "-are not getting anything more than what I give you. You're not touching yourself or coming until I say so. This is revenge whether you like it or not."
"W-what? No, please, I'm so sorry-"
You didn't let him finish. You kept a hand on his chest to keep him down while your other grabbed his hardened dick, giving a good stroke before settling yourself at its base. He gasped, hand flying to your wrist.
"At-at least give me a warning before you-"
"Nope!"
You continued stroking him and his shyness pretty much flew out the window--you turned him into a desperate, needy, babbling mess. You discovered he loves it when you tease his tip--one small squeeze and he wailed, precum leaking out like a faucet. You loved it.
"M-more, ple-ase," he whined. You smiled, then contemplated. Well, he was being very good for you. He was adorably vocal, voice shaky and breathy, chest rumbling under your hand while he begged, turning you on so much. His thighs trembled underneath you while he tried his hardest not to move his hips to fuck your hand. He held onto you hips like his life depended on it.
You gave him a quick peck on the lips--he tried to chase your lips for more when you pulled away, giving a small whine and a barely noticeable pout. You would love to draw more reactions from him from just kissing him, but you move downwards. You settled yourself in between his legs, eyeing the cock now in front of your face. You gave it another stroke before kissing his sensitive tip.
He threw his head back with a broken moan. You are so excited to break this man.
You kissed down his length, licking a stripe on the underside of his cock after reaching the base, hands playing with his balls while you're down there. You felt him twitch. His fingers found their way in your hair again.
"Stop t-teasing me, please," he whined. He almost sobbed when yo mumbled your refusals against his dick.
"I said so before--you're only getting whatever I give you. As payback."
Instead, you doubled down on your teasing. You licked his tip, running your tongue over his slit, and sucked it. You could taste his precum. With a cry, he bucked into your mouth.
You held him down with more effort, but continued to take him further into your mouth, licking and sucking whatever you could. You found a prominent vein on the side of his dick and attacked it, kissing and sucking it from the base to his tip. By this point, he sat up and propped himself on his elbows, chest heaving.
You took him all the way to the back of your throat and he gave a drawn-out groan, gripping your hair tighter, pushing your face more into his pelvis. You hollowed out your cheeks to suck him and he cried out.
"Ahh- I-I'm-I'm close. I'm so close-"
You tried to pull away to deny him his orgasm, but before you could, he grabbed your face and bucked into your face a few times, his dick hitting the back of your throat. He twitched, and with a silent scream, he came.
His ropes of cum choked you just slightly, running hot down your throat. He took a few seconds to recollect himself before pulling you off him. You coughed, gagging slightly, and he immediately started apologizing, holding your face and trying his best to clean it.
"I'm s-so sorry--are you ok? I-I didn't mean to-"
"You-" you cut him off again, poking a finger into his chest. Your jaw was a little sore and your voice was a little croaky now, but how dare he.
"-I said you could only come when I say. But since you wanna cum this badly, then-"
You pushed him back down again, and grabbed his softening dick again. His eyes widened and his hand immediately flew to your wrist.
"W-w-wait, wait--I'm sorry. I'm sorry-- please, I just came-"
"Nope--you wanted to cum. I'm just giving you what you want."
You removed his hand on your wrist and held it against his chest, pressing down and keeping him still as best as you could. You straddled him to keep his legs from squirming. Your hand stroked his cock back to hardness and he threw his head back, crying out apologies and pleads for mercy. You're not giving him any.
He's shaking harder than you could imagine and his voice louder than ever, now incoherent. The filthy squelching of you jerking his cock is fueling your lust. You could see tears streaming down his face as his free hand tried to grip onto anything he could.
His ramblings slurred, devolving into whines and cries as he melted in your hand. With one squeeze of his tip, he came again, body curling to the point he's almost sitting up. Cum came out in small spurts, eventually slowing to a dribble. You kept your hand on him, pumping him slowly as he rode out his orgasm. He sat up fully and wrapped his arm around you, laying his head on your shoulder as you sat in his lap. You gave him time to recover just a bit. His breathing was shaky and heavy, his body still shuddering under yours.
You ran your clean hand through his hair and held him there for a bit. He was positively drenched in sweat and your other hand was covered with his cum. It took a moment for his breathing to calm, and you honestly thought he was going to fall asleep.
Instead, you felt him nuzzle against your neck before pressing small kisses there, light and gentle. You giggled at the sensation--it was more ticklish than anything. Eventually, his soft kisses and pecks became more desperate, sucking and nibbling you, leaving hickeys to mark you as his. You groaned, but then laughed.
"You're not done? I thought you about to fall asleep. Never knew you were this insatiable."
You could hear a small pout in his voice when he replied.
"I-I never got to touch you, and you spent all your time getting m-me worked up, so I thought tha-that I should at least let you finish too, y'know," he mumbled into your neck, voice a little raw. You smiled. He really is just too cute.
"Who said I'm not gonna finish? I'm not done with you yet."
He tensed again, hugging you tighter and burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck. It was almost as if he's trying to cage you in some way so you would stop torturing him.
"W-wait--wait. Wait please. For j-just a little bit. I think I'll actually die if you make me cum again t-this fast."
You laughed at him but you agreed. You're not that mean.
"Then work me open. I doubt either of us brought lube, but since you came so much, we can use that for now."
He happily--but bashfully--agreed. He looked a little weirded out when you pretty much handed his own cum to him, smearing it all over his hands, but he got to work immediately. He kissed you, savoring your taste before moving downwards and sucking on your collarbone. He shifted you on his lap and you felt his fingers prod your hole, circling, massaging. His name fell from your lips breathlessly.
He licked your nipples before taking one in his mouth. At the same time he pushed a finger into your heat, earning a groan from you. You gripped onto his hair when he inserted another. He thrust his fingers in and out of you slowly, scissoring you open as you gasped. You squirmed in his lap but he held you still. Your back arched, whining, as he pushed in a third.
At this point you were breathless. You moaned out his name and grinded your hips against his fingers as he pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. Understanding that he found your sweet spot, he attacked it with vengeance, doubling his efforts in both fingering you open and sucking on your skin. The coil within you tightened and you felt that it was about to snap.
"S-Stop. No more," you said, pushing away slightly. He looked at you like a kid who was caught doing something he shouldn't, big eyes staring at you with both concern and disappointment.
"Is s-something wrong?"
You gave him a quick kiss before moving to nibble on his ear, whispering into his ear.
"I want to come on your cock. May I?"
You felt his grip around you tighten and his dick twitch again. He's so easy. You loved the amount of power you have over this man.
"Wh-wh-what--h-how. D-don't just say that out of nowhere. Y-you were never this blunt when we were back in high school. Then neither of us would've had to wait this l-long."
You flicked his forehead and he pouted.
"Because now it's finally mutual dumbass. You were the one who ignored me for years. Stop being so flustered now and let me ride you."
He took his fingers out of you, leaving you disappointed at the emptiness, but all that was replace with excitement as you swiftly grabbed his cock. He's hard again. You smiled. How insatiable.
He grabbed onto your hips, whimpering as you lined him up against your hole. His hot tip pressed against you and you shook from anticipation. You groaned in unison as you pressed his head in.
You sunk slowly, feeling his grip tighten the more you took him in. Whining, he felt you press flush against his hips, now all the way in your tight walls. His voice cracked when you grinded your hips against his.
You pushed him onto his back again, resting your hands on his chest while you started moving, pulling almost all the way out before slamming yourself back down. You screamed as a wave of pleasure shot through you. You waited too long for this.
His dick filled you up just right, hitting every sensitive corner as wanton moans spilled out your lips. You kept a steady pace, bouncing on the dick you wanted for too long. The wet slap of skin mixed with the chorus of your moans was obscene.
He was also holding onto his sanity by a thread, hands sinking into your hips with so much force you won't be surprised if he left hand prints. His brows were knitted as he thrusted into you to as much as he could, crying with you on his cock. You screamed when his tip hit the spot he previously abused with his fingers, once again attacking it over and over. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you arched your back and rode him.
Your rhythm started getting sloppier, and you both could tell you're close. He was too--you felt him twitch inside you as his voice got louder. You redoubled your efforts in riding him, bouncing on his dick, grinding into him, and clawing at his chest like an animal possessed.
Slamming your hips down, you came with a drawn-out shout. You tightened around him as you shook, ears ringing and vision white. Your head swum as he continued to thrust for another moment before coming as well--for the third time that night. He cried out your name as he held you against his hips like it was his lifeline, cum dribbling out in small quantities now. It was still hot.
He fell limp against the lake shore, exhausted and spent. His hand held onto yours. You laid yourself on top of him, cuddling him in the dirt while you two recollected yourselves. You just wanted to sleep.
"P-please tell me you're done for the night," he murmured after catching his breath. You laughed, but reassured him that you're also drained. He let out a lighthearted sigh of relief before holding you close.
"D-does this mean I'm forgiven?"
You hummed. Maybe.
"Please?"
His half-lidded, glossy eyes stared at you. You can't fight it. It's too hard.
"Maybe. But you're forgiven at least for tonight."
With a smile, he kissed you, slow and sweet. You savored it, swallowing the taste of him.
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You don't know how long you've been laying there with him in silence, appreciating each other's presence. The night was warm, so the fact that you two were all sweaty and sticky didn't bother you too much. You were about to reluctantly get up and rinse yourselves off so you won't catch a cold, before he frantically yelped, startling you.
"OhmygodIthinkIfeltaspider-"
You both laughed as he dragged you back into the water with jelly legs, quickly washing yourselves off before more bugs decide to climb you two like a tree. Drying yourselves and throwing on clean clothes, you guys ran back to the tent to the best of your abilities, giggling like children.
Throwing together a quick campfire (not quick--neither of you knew how to do it, but you managed eventually), you sat together on little popup stools to eat something. Only then you remembered neither of you ate an actual meal since that morning. You two cooked hot dogs over the fire (maybe burning a few) and made s'mores for dessert.
It was almost 1 AM when exhaustion caught up to you again. Unfortunately, your sleeping bags weren't big enough to fit two, so you guys just scooted yourselves close to each other before falling asleep, full and content. You're looking forward to the rest of break alone with him. And of course, more payback. You had the whole week to yourselves after all.
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"Sooooo how was camping? Do anything fun?"
Spring break ended and the two of you arrived back on campus, deciding to hang out at his before getting ready for classes again. The two of you were draped over each other on the couch, cuddling while scrolling on your phones, showing each other stupid memes from time to time. As if she knew you guys weren't doing anything, your mother called, immediately interrogating you.
"Was everything figured out or do we have to arrange another date for you two?"
"What are you even talking about-"
"Don't play coy with me child, everyone within a ten mile radius could tell you were head over heels for him. Well, except for him apparently."
She laughed while you watched him flush red, burying his face in his hands and groaned.
"It's not like I was oblivious on purpose," he said meekly.
"Oh goodness! You are both here! That can only mean it ended well!! Now dear, tell your mother everything--you don't know how long all of us have been rooting for you two to get together! Who confessed first? Did you-"
You hung up, incredibly embarrassed. Not even a second passed before your mother texted you a winking emoji and told you two to have fun. You groaned as your eyes met with his. You both laughed and continued to enjoy yourselves on that couch--as much as you could before classes started again, at least. You could face your parents later.
