Light Choking
“Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”
Transfering my writing here. This was a fic I completed for Waterboy Munch March and was posted on my previous blog, which I am now re-posting here.
Contains Waterboy x OC, very light choking and degradation, and our dear Hermie being his usual sopping wet meow meow self.
This is my first time participating in a challenge like this on tumblr! I’ve done art weeks on bsky before, but I’ve generally not posted a lot of my own content to tumblr. Contains Waterboy x OC, very light choking and degradation, and our dear Hermy being his usual sopping wet meow meow self.
Herman always looked so good spread out beneath her. He looked just as good on top of her, of course. In fact, hope couldn’t think of a single moment where her sweet, anxious boy didn’t look good. But there was something particularly delicious in the way he squirmed beneath her now, face contorted with equal parts desperation and pleasure, whimpering out each pleading word as her hips pin his to the bed.
“Patience, baby.” Her soft chiding tone was met with a low whine. His hands gripped her hips, twitching with the urge to physically move her. She couldn’t blame him for that, though. He’d been hilted inside her for several minutes now, her warm sheath enveloping his cock. But she hadn’t moved, hadn’t even rolled her hips since she worked himself down. It was agonizing. It was perfect.
“Please,” His watery gray eyes opened, looking up at her with the most pitiful kicked-puppy expression. His lower lip jutted out in a visibly quivering pout. He’d perfected that look without even trying. Her walls fluttered around his aching cock and a high pitched keen left his lips, back arching off the bed as he warred with the instinctual search for friction and the desire to be good for her. “Hope, I can’t- I need- Hnng, please~!”
He’d be embarrassed by how whiny he sounded if he could hear himself, but all his thoughts were single mindedly focused on the woman above him. Her hands were moving along his lean torso, admiring the extra muscle he’d gained after becoming a hero. He’d been working so hard to be an asset to the team, and such dedication deserved to be recognized. Her fingers traced the edges of each muscle, drawing more pathetic sounds from his lips. His thin chest heaved with each labored breath. He was barely composed enough to continue begging.
“You’re being so good for me, Herman. Staying so still.” Her palm slid up the center of his chest, coming to rest against his throat. She felt his adams apple bob beneath her hand. Something shifted within him. He went still save for the shuddering breaths that wracked his chest, his unsteady gaze locked on hers. He could feel himself twitch, leaking pre into the hot cavern of her core, and if the predatory grin that spread across her lips was any indication she could feel it, too. She rolled her hips and squeezed his throat with an experienced hand, careful not to restrict any actual airflow. It didn’t matter. The effect she had on him was immediate, a louder cry of desperation leaving his lips as he scrambled to thrust up into her.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” Her fingers shifted to nudge his jaw so that his gaze was once more back on her before her hand settled back against his throat.
“Look, I-I’m not- well, I didn't… didn’t think I was into… into this- choking. B-but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed my thr- grabbed me by the neck every so- every once in a while.” The words tumbled into each other in his rush to get them out. Honestly, with how aroused he was right now, he was lucky that he was even coherent. He usually couldn’t even speak by this point, but something about this sudden and intense realization snapped him back to reality a bit. He’d had a lot of time to fantasize about these sorts of things. But fantasizing and doing were very, very different. He never knew how she was going to react, and despite her enjoying every kink and quirk of his so far, part of him was worried that anything new that cropped up might be a step to far.
“You’re such a pervert, Hermy~” She laid herself atop him, heavy breasts squished against his heaving chest. Her hand stayed wrapped around his throat, squeezing just hard enough that it made each breath a struggle. He moaned, mind whirling from the combined pressure and degradation. And then she started to move, her hips rolling and lifting off of him before plunging back down, repeating this series of actions over and over and over again.
“I- I’m not,” It was a struggle to even get those two words out. Anything else he might have to say in his own defense was lost in a series of moans.
“You are~” She hissed, dragging her tongue along his jaw and lapping up some of the collected water that dripped from him. He shuddered, hips twitching upwards- bucking, even. He tried to hold back, but she knew exactly what made him tick. He’s pretty sure she’d had him clocked since day one. He wasn’t a particularly hard person to read. “But it’s okay, sweetheart. Know why?”
“Nng- Ha~ N-no~!” His voice was high and broken. She hadn’t stopped riding him to let him respond, so anything more complicated then a single syllable was impossible to conjure. Even that was a struggle. The sound was swallowed up by the sounds of his pleasure.
“Cause I like it.” her voice was getting deeper as her own arousal intensified. Her body shifted atop him, their forms molding together as they began to move in tandem. Every few thrusts she’d squeeze his throat tighter, pushing him that much closer to oblivion. “I like that you’re a horny little pervert who just wants to be had and fucked and manhandled by his girlfriend. I like that,” She paused, a shuddering moan leaving her lips as her hips rolled harder against him. “I like that I’m the only one who’s ever gotten to touch your dick. That I’m the only one who gets to hear you moan for me.”
His climax hit him suddenly. She just squeezed his throat again and he was off like a rocket. His hips lifted off the bed, thrusting upward several times as he stuttered out strained and stilted apologies. Her eyes widened at the suddenness of his reaction. She pushed herself up, bracing herself against his chest so that she could look down at him. Despite how shocked she was by how obviously he enjoyed this, she couldn’t help but admire his features as he collapsed from the intensity of his orgasm.
“You’re beautiful, Hermy.” The words slipped from her lips unbidden. She began to soothingly rub his chest, fingers curling in the sparse hair gathered around the center of his sternum before gradually venturing outwards, following the flush that had spread across his heaving chest.
“Mmm, no. I’m not.” He draped an arm over his eyes, hiding his face from view.
“Don’t hide from me, baby boy.” Her cooing voice coaxed the embarrassment out of him. He let her grip his wrist and gently pull it away from his face. She guided it to her lips, kissing each of his knuckles one after the other. “You did so good for me, Hermy. I love you so much.”
He felt his eyes welling up, but it was only noticeable to her by how scrunched his face became. He was soaked, the sheet below him completely drenched. In a flash, he had his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her into a hug that was tight enough to knock the wind out of her. “I love you too, Hope. S-so much.” His hiccuped out a sob, clinging tighter to her. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Came her breathless reply, shaking with the sound of her giggling.
“F-for… indulging me. F-for loving m-me. I just… I can’t- I can’t even express how much it muh-means to me.”
“Hey,” She spoke so gently as to not further upset him, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. He sobbed harder, hands digging into her pliant flesh. “Hey, Herm. It’s alright. I love you so much. So fucking much.”
It took a while, but he slowly calmed. His tears petered out into shuddering breaths. His body had gone so still she almost thought he fell asleep, and he may have, but her attempts to get comfortable were met with a bruising grip and needy whine. “I’m just getting comfortable.” She muttered, kissing his cheek between every single word. She nuzzled into him, moving to lay beside him. She’d long since gotten used to sleeping in a soggy bed so it didn’t take her long to settle in and pull the damp blanket over the both of them. Honestly, the cooling bed linens were kind of soothing after all the sweating and writhing and panting they partook in. She let him roll into her, wrapping her arms around him and steadily rubbing his back. “I mean it, Herm. I love you so much.”
He muttered something incoherent, pressing his face into the line of her cleavage. With one final, doglike sigh, he was out, snoring steadily against her tits.
