❦ Your boyfriend is the sweetest when he’s beneath you.
nsfw/mature content: crying during sex, blowjobs, overstim, creampies.
Waterboy! who whimpers loud and pathetic through your apartment when you finally get him alone. Lips crashing into his when the both of finally make it through the door, he’s leaning down; trying to pull off his jacket as kisses grow desperate and hungry.
After spending an eight hour shift eye fucking him the entire time, you’re both surprised either of you made it this far. Half tempted to have a quickie in the janitors closet. Secretly amused by how red he’d gotten the second he’d find your eyes on him. Cause surely he knew what you were thinking.
Waterboy! who bucks his hips involuntarily against your mouth, when you graze the sensitive underside of his cock again with the tip of your pink tongue. “T—that’s—ngh! that’s enough-“ he whines, thighs twitching when you suck on the flushed, fat tip of his cock. Eyes rolling to the back of his head when you ignore him and continue to lave your tongue around him. Making a mess.
Waterboy! who nearly starts to cry while you torture his stupidly, big and sensitive dick like he’s some chew toy. Your boyfriend, with those pretty baby blue eyes of his. Find yours—you’re staring up at him with his cock down your throat, greedy eyes taking him in when his face grows hotter and he immediately looks away.
With your voice muffled, he’s unable to focus on anything other than the vibrations of your voice when you demand that he look at you. In response his hand darts out against your head—trying to get you to ease up. While whimpering, “D—don’t talk—talk with my cock in your m-mouth, please. oh my god—” He practically pleads, pulling his hand back to slap over his mouth as you suck his cock harder like you’re trying to punish him.
Waterboy! who tries his best to hold eye contact when you ask him. Who’ll try his best to ignore how sexy you look sucking him off, gripping the base of his cock and jerking him off. Leaving your fingers sticky with the precum he’s leaking. Who tries even harder to hold eye contact when you promise for the tenth time that you’ll let him cum. You don’t.
Waterboy! Who immediately forgets that he isn’t supposed to cum, but your mouth feels so good—and he’s so sensitive he can hardly think straight. He paints your pretty face white with his sticky cum. It catches on your tongue, your cheek; below your eyebrow. He apologizes like his life depends on it. “Mmh’ sorry—I’m sorry—I didn’t meant—mean to cum—“ by the time he does work the words out he’s already in tears.
“It’s okay, hermy. Mistakes happen.”
Waterboy! who dumbly believes you for that spilt second that you stand to straddle his hips. But he can barely move, much less see straight when you kiss his forehead, his cheek. Sinking your soaked pussy down onto his aching cock.
Waterboy! who gasps loud, when he feels the heat of your cunt wrapping around his cock. Who bucks his hips instinctively when you continue to sink down onto the tip and hover. He lets his hands find your hips in the sudden desperate need to feel all of you.
“Oh, sweet boy. What do you think you’re doing? Hm..being so naughty? Trying to rush me.”
You hum, he blinks up at you. Teary eyed and pouting. Trying to get you to let him keep his hands where he has them planted like iron on your hips. You go to lift away from him, and he’s immediately taking them off with a choked cry.
“Sorry—hic- don’t—don’t, didn’t mean to rush you-“
Waterboy! who nearly cums the second you sink down fully, taking his cock flushed to the base. Your pussy lips stretch around his cock, and he watches with wide—surprised eyes. As he sinks deeper, notched against the entrance of your womb. Pressing into all your sweetness.
Waterboy! who instantly breaks into a mouthful of despair and desperation when you work your hips forward. Grinding against him, lifting your hips and slamming them back down—your ass connects with the upper parts of his thighs. And your feet keep you up as you ride him like it’s the championship.
“Too—much, no—not gonna last l-like this—please can I cum? Pretty please—please, promise I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy I swear-“
Your pussy clenches around him and he sees stars throughout his vision, the couch partially soaked. Your pussy is even wetter, and he’s absolutely drowning in it. You angle your hips, he kisses your cervix—leaves the sloppiest kisses. Makes the nastiest little noises each time you sink down.
“Look at me herm, wanna see your pretty eyes roll back as I fuck you stupid.”
Waterboy! who meets your eyes, holds eye contact with you between the time that his aren’t bouncing around inside his skull with each clench of your cunt.
Waterboy! who trembles, cries and plead with you to give him more while whining that he can’t take how good you feel.
Waterboy! who lets you milk his poor cock dry and limp. Until he’s a melty wet heap splayed across the soaked couch again. Who for that split second watches as you lift your creamy pussy off his dick, watching as a disgusting amount of his cum flows out.
Waterboy! who lets his head fall back against the couch. So damn exhausted he practically passes out without realizing. While you suddenly remember the lack of water protection on the couch. Now you’re gonna have to dry it all week again.
Waterboy! who’s almost fully recovered when he finds the time to take a shower. But the door creeps open like it always does. Then he’s willing turning around with knowing eyes. Sees that you’re naked, tits bouncing as you approach him. Hair protected and out of the way when you join him for a shower.
Waterboy! who feels you eyeing him from his taller height. As you settle on your knees, promising to clean him up nicely with a sweet smile. Herman who knows that there’s no way he’s gonna deny or escape his prefect girlfriend, especially when she sees his cocks rising interest in her promise.