a/n: yes I know it's the 9th but shh. Also, I wanted to make Herm Jewish as inspiration from this post by the one and only @thehoneycrypt but I've personally never celebrated Hanukkah so please lmk if anything is incorrect! <3 I also have work in 3 hours so please excuse the quality lol
Warnings: nsfw, mdni, afab!reader, established relationship, p in v, mirror sex, creampies, yummy eye contact, hyperspermia!herman, jewish!herman & ambiguous holiday celebrator!reader, reader came previously pre-fic just trust me, not proof-read (yet)
You could not have imagined that this is where your gift would have ended up, having your boyfriend's length sliding in and out of you with ease as your chest is pressed against the cool marble of the bathroom sink.
It was merely one gift of many, really. A matching pajama set for both you and your wet hero, festive and fluffy fabric; pants for him and shorts for you.
If you had any idea the pleasure the clothing would bring, you would have bought them long ago.
Wet hands, that you've grown to adore, grip the sides of your hips as if you're fading. A symphony of grunts and groans leave you both, filling the bathroom with auditory proof of your coupling.
"F-Fuh-uck..." Herman whimpered, snaking a hand to cup your moan producing jaw. Focusing your eyes on your surroundings, you notice exactly how lewd of a position you both are currently in.
What a sight to behold.
Pants and shorts, respectively, are both pooling around each other's ankles, with your top-piece rolled close to your collarbone, tits free and flat against the edge of the sink. Herman's pj shirt has been long discarded, thrown onto the floor during your previous, passionate makeout. His exposed hips can be seen rising and falling, perfectly matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Your cheeks flush at how intimate the eye contact between Herm and you, with both pairs of eyes memorizing the other's fucked-stupid expression thanks to the mirror.
"Y-You're so," Herman breathily groans. "so cute." He finishes with emphasis. "Matching- You w-want to match, with me. Us, together."
Repeated shocks of pleasure prevent you from answering him verbally, so instead you nod vigorously as you lock eyes with your partner. Verbal praise and reassurance is one of his favorite aspects of your love-making, but your attempt to do exactly that succeeds and even strokes his ego: He's making you feel so good you can't even reply.
Despite his current attempt to physically explain how much he adored your present, Herman wasn't sure if he could completely portray exactly how heart-warming your gift was. Every present he carefully wrapped for you in the former weeks pales in the comparison of the meaning of the matching set you gave him a few hours ago. You want to match, because you're a couple and you don't want to hide that. Herman could start crying if he thought about how you're proud to be together for long enough. Hopefully, the girth of his dick filling the inside of your cunt could distract him long enough before he does exactly that.
Noticing how deep in thought your lover appears to be, you shift your weight behind you, bringing the entrance of your cervix even closer for his cock to kiss and you're immediately rewarded with Herm's slack-jawed moans.
"Sooo good," He whimpers. "T-too good, I'm gonna, I'm-"
"Please, inside," You tell him, which is a feat due to how your nerves are shocked and sensitive. "I want you inside."
Herm chokes on a breath that was ripped from his throat by your words. His expression grows in admiration as his hands and arms move to wrap around your waist entirely. His thrusts rail you with determination, continuing even as he fills you with excessive amounts of watered-down cum once more, another aspect of Herman you find yourself obsessed with.
Taking a moment of pause to catch your breaths, Herman and you pant into the, now, quiet bathroom. Peeking up at your boyfriend, you can see his eyes haven't moved from the way he's filled you with his length, even as he (sadly) removes himself from your hole he's still mesmerized at how much of his cum escapes and drips out. Tears of cum slide down your legs and out of your pussy, landing right onto the floor which supports your pile of clothing.
It's not like either of you would be able to wear the pajamas to sleep anyways, not with how soaked with water they were.
"Herm....Herm-shit. They're just a suggestion. You don't-fuck-you don't have to..."
He had you pushed against the wall, back pressed to cold plaster and legs hooked over his shoulders. Hands cupping your hips from behind, lifting you up as you gripped his hair tight. Face deep in your misseltoe printed underwear, soaking it through as he lapped and sucked over the fabric like a man starved.
It was a gag gift, coming in a set of four with candy canes, fairy lights, and snowmen. You didn't think you'd ever wear them. The holidays just wasn't really your thing. But it was laundry day, and you were desperate. So that's what he walked into. Washing basket on your hip, no bra, one of his old band shirts reaching down to your mid thigh and your missletoe underwear peaking out, walking to the bathroom to put on a load before snuggling up on the couch and eating your weight in santa shaped chocolate.
Instead he was face deep in your cunt, water dripping down his chin as your legs shook. Whimpering as his nose nudged at cheap cotton, trying to push it to the side but only managing to rub against your clit over and over again until you were gritting your teeth, trying to hold back. Too soon, too embarrassing. You weren't even undressed, he couldn't make you...could he?
"Herm. Herm, please. I cant-you'll make me-shit, shit, shit. No... no dont-not yet"
You whimpered out a choked moan as you felt it, firm water pressure on your clit, just enough to push you over the edge. Thighs shaking and squeezing, hands pulling and tugging until you fell into a soft sob. Embarrassed, too embarrassed to even look at him as he raised his head, just enough to lock blue eyes with you. Still dressed in his uniform, goggles askew and panting for air.
And then he was back. Face pushed against you, finally able to move the offending fabric out of the way. Tongue sliding in as his mouth wrapped around you, covering your clit, lapping at your juices and more firm water pressure.
Overstimulated and sobbing in pleasure. Laundry basket overturned on the floor, wet puddle slowly creeping closer and closer. Your usual underwear laying abandoned on the floor.
Ok, maybe not Flambae's worst attempt at gift giving.
(Day one wetmas:Mistletoe) hope you guys like the drawing
Absolutely love all of the Waterboy fanfics here I honestly don’t know where you guys get these ideas from but don’t stop it has been feeding me for weeks now
Still getting back into drawing and got scared I’d ruin the drawing with the rendering (totally didn’t forget to charge my pencil 2 days in a row •3•) I’ll fully finish it but I know I won’t in time before Christmas
The Z Team were many things, practical jokers being a main part so when anyone gave Herman a pat on the back, his instinct was to check for a stupid sign or for something gross wiped onto him. But it was the holidays now, everyone seemed to be on their best behavior.
“Ah, nice goin there lad! Coal for every petty thief on Christmas!” Punch Up slapped his back in celebration, just above Waterboy’s ass due to his tall nature. The stinging faded quickly but something felt off. Maybe he had slipped a disc or Colm wasn’t taking it easy on him. Herman didn’t think much of it until they returned to SDN. Herman was just going to refill his thermos in the break room, slightly bent over in the sink when he heard the laughter.
“Getting in the holiday spirit?” Invisigal joked, arms folded as she checked out his posterior. Herman immediately felt his face grow warm under her stare, turning to face her and covering his behind in the process.
“W-what? I mean, I like Christmas but what-” More chuckles from behind him interrupted. Flambae sat at the table, phone down from his dating apps, and outwardly grinning with that silly missing tooth causing him to whistle slightly as he laughed.
“Damn Water-bitch, you’re advertising this early in the season?” Chad shook his head, grin still prominent, “Glad I don’t eat ass on the clock, you’d be a busy motherfucker.” Herman turned to Flambae, trying to retort but Courtney started up again.
“Really dude, I know you’re a kiss-ass but there aren’t a lot of others working here.” She took a seat across from Chad, still staring at Herman’s back. Chad had been shaking with laughter, joining Invisigal on whatever was so funny.
Herman wasn’t an idiot, he just didn’t expect childish pranks during a time of good will and peace towards others. He jutted his hips out, trying to get a good look at his back but just couldn’t quite see what was on him. Herman tried reaching for whatever was back there but his gloved hands slid on the pin or tape or whatever was keeping the humorous thing attached. The awkward display only made the heckling duo laugh more, commenting on his disposition. Herman didn’t need this right now, he wouldn’t let a prank spoil his holiday cheer, but he did need to remove whatever was on him. He slid out of the break room, much to the chagrin of the comedy squad, beelining for his old janitor closet.
Herman didn’t quite see the pure wall of muscle before he ran face first into Phenomaman, leaving a damp imprint on the alien’s outfit. He stumbled back, nearly falling if Katon wasn’t there to lend a hand and catch him.
“Fellow Z teamer, you are in quite a rush.” He brushed off any Phenomaman dust from Waterboy’s suit. “What is the problem, is there a fire spreading in the city? Or perhaps a cat stuck in a tree?” Katon was kind enough to keep herm from falling on his ass, he was probably kind enough to take something off his back.
“A-actually I’m try- attempt- there’s something on my back a-and I need i-it- gah!” Katon didn’t wait for Herm’s full explanation as he turned the hero around, inspecting his long back for any offending items only to find a spring of a hemiparasitic plant pinned to the small of his back, above Herm’s ass. Mistletoe.
Katon had heard of this plant before, and knew of the dangers it could possess to humans with the phoratoxin present. It needed to be removed as quickly as possible in a secure location, as to not harm anyone else.
“Come, quivering ex-janitor. We must remove the plant at once.” Phenomaman didn’t bother pushing Herm around the hall or trying to remove it there, too many risks and potential exposure. “The custodial closet shall act as our cover.” Katon picked Herman up, holding the wet man under his arms, and walked him over to the closet to secure the plant in peace. He couldn’t risk anyone bothering them and promptly locked the door behind him, setting Herman down in front of him. Katon wasted no time, gingerly picking up the plant and ripping a hole in Waterboy’s suit. The pin had torn right through the neoprene.
“O-oh. It’s mistletoe.” Herman turned around, seeing the sprig Katon held between two fingers, his brows furrowed as he stared at the offending plant. “I-I guess that makes sen- sense. Pranks about holi-winter- Christmas.” The comments about his ass made sense now. “G-good one…” Katon’s eyes widened.
“This was done by the Z team? They tried to poison you?!” Katon knew they had villainous pasts but this was simply wrong. Herm cocked an eyebrow at the hero. Did he know how poisons worked?
“N-no. It-it’s a joke about uh… Kissing my-my uh ass.” Katon remained concerned, eyes still wide with shock. “Oh…kay… During Christmastime uh, people hang mistletoe to-to kiss other people- couples really- underneath i-it. You- you kiss whoever o-or what ever is underne-under it,” he looked down, prying the sprig from Katon’s hands. “L-like my butt.” Herman held it up behind him to further the example. Katon nodded along, understanding humans was always tricky.
“I see. So I am to kiss you or more likely your posterior as the plant was placed above it.” Herman nodded, trying to get a response out but Katon dropped to his knees and turned him around again. The alien grabbed at the hole in Waterboy’s suit and tore it completely open, cold air hitting Herman’s skin in a rush as the neoprene was destroyed. His poor rubber ducky briefs were caught as well, completely ripped off his body by Herm’s first hero crush.
“H-hey, Phe-no-nah-ah!” Herman stuttered out, feeling Katon’s mouth on him. His large hands cupped Herman’s hips as his tongue played with Herm’s entrance. He had to bite back a moan as Katon’s tongue dragged a long, slow lick across his rim. Herm could feel Katon’s saliva mix with the gathering slick at his hole, teasing him as he pressed further in. The alien tongue was firmer than Herman was used to, feeling similar to a silicone toy prodding at his entrance and sliding deep inside him, far deeper than a normal tongue could go.
Herm whined out, legs shaking as Katon pulled his tongue back before thrusting it forward once more, pressing further to search for something. Herman gasped out, feeling the wet organ prodding at his prostate. “H-how are you so… deep?” He moaned, knees going weak as Katon pressed into the sweet spot over and over. Herm couldn’t hold his moans back as he ground back into Katon, his cock aching for any kind of friction as he was filled. The moment didn’t last as Katon slid out, taking a while to fully retreat, much to Herman’s loss.
“My form looks similar to a human’s. My biology is very different.”
“H-how different?” Herm interrupted, boldness pushing like his erect cock in the scraps of fabric that remained on him. Katon turned him around, before sticking out his tongue. The pink organ was more red as it continued down his chin, longer than Herm had ever seen before. “T-that’s n-not so bad.”
“Then prepare yourself.” Katon rolled his tongue back into his mouth, seemingly swallowing the extra length. Herm tried ignoring the shiver of pleasure from that. Katon was now on his feet, hands sliding into his heroic pants and pushing them down past his thighs before tossing them, boots and all, aside. Herman didn't hold back the whimper that left him.
Katon-Ur had at least two penises, if you could call them that. The lower one was about as thick as a soda can, tapered at the end with ridges lining the underside of the cock. The upper one was thinner, still quite the handful, with thin tapered tentacles framing the base of his cock. No balls were to be seen. “I am very different to your species. Blonde Blazer… Mandy had panicked upon seeing my genitalia. I assume you too are panicked judging by your red face and shaking legs.”
“Canyouputthatinme?” the words jumbled as Herm stared at the writhing cocks, they were starting to drip a holographic fluid, undoubtedly an alien equivalent of pre-cum that looked like a white oil slick. Heat pooled in Herm’s stomach, the thought of both cocks in him made Herm drip with more slick water. Katon’s eyes widened once more before he pointed to himself.
“You wish to mate with me? Are you sure? I have been told that I am not an easy lover.” Katon’s hands dropped to Herman’s waist, his fingers nearly met across Herm’s back.
“W-well I am! Easy th-that is. B-but not easy as-as in easy to…to open up to b-but easy to, well fuck.” Herman lost his metaphor, eyes not quite leaving Katon’s pelvic region. He needed that in him yesterday. “P-Please?”
Phenomaman’s hand dipped down, fingers gently prying Herman open. The ginger moaned, burying his face in Katon’s sculpted pecs and hips grinding into the touch. Katon slid another digit into Herm, eased in by the natural lubricant, before unhesitatingly rushing another finger inside and stretching Herm out. He spread his fingers, watching as Herm bucked into his suit, desperate for friction on his dripping cock. The grabbers on Katon’s upper cock were eager to hold something, immediately wrapping around Herman’s length, forcing another whimper out of Waterboy as he rutted into the feeling, pushing against Katon’s higher cock. For the first time, Herman’s cock was shorter than the tentacle that he ground against.
Katon purred, the noise deep and low in his throat, as he removed his hand from Herm’s entrance. Waterboy hissed, feeling the shock of being empty once again combined with the graspers fleeing from his cock. He pulled his face away from Katon’s spectacular tits in time for the lower cock to penetrate him. Herm spluttered, mouth slowly leaking drool, as each ridge caught on the rim as Katon pushed inside, the upper cock now nudging to join the party and stretching poor Herman to his limit. Katon’s graspers wrapped around Herman’s hips, pulling them as close as possible as Katon fully sheathed himself into Waterboy.
“You are… Very, very tight, Waterboy. I fear I have not prepared you enough for my tentacle and ovipositor combined.” Katon breathed, the pressure on his cocks was perfect and moist, wet even. The hero would make a great mate if their genetics would mesh. “Are you quite alright?” Herman couldn’t even squeak any response out. Phenomaman was so deep, filling Herman like no one else had ever before. The writhing tentacles pressed against that sweet spot and Herm came all over his own and Katon’s chest. Herm’s mouth remained open in a silent scream as he creamed, legs shaking but remaining upright due to Katon’s heroic strength. When Phenomaman finally moved, slowly going to move out, Herman found his words.
“Good, so good, so good, Phen- fuck, good!” Herman wailed as Phenomaman pushed all the way back in, pressing against his prostate again. Katon barely had to move his hips as the cocks throbbed and thrusted on their own accord; he could even make out the outline of the tentacles through Herman’s stomach as it bulged with the sheer amount of hero inside him. “S-so much- so g-good! Fu-uck, call me- call me Herman. Need- need my name called, need yours too. Need your- your name.” Herm rambled, nuzzling into Katon’s chest.
“I am pleased to know my biology is satisfactory, Herman.” Katon hummed, he liked the name on his tongue. His graspers wrapped tighter, digging into Herman’s pale flesh with a wet noise. “I am Katon-Ur, you may call me dumpy due to my large posterior but it is only a nick-name. I have learned that terminology, the nick-name.” Herman’s brain was learning how to become mush rather quickly as the thrusts became more and more frequent, pushing deep into his guts and rearranging the organs within. “I have also learned that this, this intercourse, feels fucking good,” Their hips met with a wet slap each time his cock pulsed inside Herman.
“Ka-katon. Fuck Kat, fuck- fuck-fuck, Ah! Katon!” Herman drove his face back down into Katon’s chest as his cock stirred in interest again, heat coiling low in his stomach as Katon started getting rough- bordering on painful. Each little praise was punched out from Herm in time with the ramming thrusts. Suddenly, pain blossomed from his shoulder as Phenomaman bit into Herman, slight fangs digging into his skin and heat coiling further inside him. Katon’s hips shuddered as he came, fucking through his orgasm and Bringing Herman with him, coating their torsos in spunk again.
“That was good, as you put it.” Katon pulled off from Herman, licking the little pinpricks of blood off of the pale shoulder. His graspers pulled off first before Katon settled his hands on Herm’s hips and lifted the man off of his cocks. The loads of shiny, oil slick cum slid out and combined with the water and lubricant from Herm’s body. The floor of the janitor’s closet was painted various shiny whites with the scraps of Herman’s wetsuit floating around in the puddles. “We shall have to do this again!”
“Y-yeah we… we have to. I-I needed th-that.” Herm took exactly three seconds to realize he was practically naked. “B-but maybe not her- not at w-work?”
Reader giving him some of those cat brush gloves for Christmas and him being able to mostly pet a cat for the first time without it running away (and maybe staying nearby with towels and treats to keep him from crying ON the cat and spooking it)
A perfect way to kick off Wetmas me thinks.
Day 8 of Wetmas - Link
They were hard to wrap. Very hard. All floppy and poky. You ended up just putting them in a bag and stuffing it with tissue paper you knew would disintegrate at his touch. But that was ok, because you made sure it was blue and yellow, to match his suit. You were so thankful that you managed to pull his name from the secret Santa hat and not Sonar or Coupé. They would have gotten deodorant and silver polish, much less exciting. Fuck knows what you would have got for Malevola or Prism.
So now here you sat, on Robert's hard floors, surrounded by lamps and a few measly pieces of tinsel Prism had laying around. Pizza and beer brought by Malevola and Punch up half eaten in the middle of your circle and Flambae in a Santa hat handing out gifts one by one from their pile next to the balcony door.
A megaphone for Sonar. How did you know I love being loud?
A jumbo pack of novelty lighters for Visa. Oh fuck off, I don't smoke that much.
A little black dress for Malevola. Very cute, I didn't know any of you had taste.
Whiskey for Punch up. Oh I am cracking this bad boy open right now, get me glass would you lad?
A selection of gold jewellery for Prism. Oh, this so goes with my outfit.
A customised pet leash and harness for Golem that read 'Mud mans baby'. They are my baby, thanks guys.
A whole watermelon for Phenonmaman. I do not understand this gift but I am grateful to be thought of in this very human manner.
A fire extinguisher for Flambae. Very funny, Visa swap with me.
A set of bedsheets, pillow cases, a new shirt, socks and jocks and a bar of soap for Robert. Are you guys trying to tell me something?
And finally...Herm. Holding the bag gingerly as he placed it on the floor and tried to wipe his hands on the ratty towel Robert had given him to sit on, pulling out tissue paper with his fingertips until he saw them, pulling them free.
"Oh, bumpy gloves...cool"
He turned them in his hands confused yet still grateful, smiling at the group as they all shrugged, equally confused.
Sex toy?
Not everything is sex toy, Visi.
You cleared your throat, raising your hand until all eyes where on you.
"They're cat grooming gloves. You know..to keep you hands dry while you pat them. The bumps pick up fur and...and stuff"
Herms eyes widened, looking down at the gloves in a new light. Awe and amazement, rubbing his thumb over silicon bumps.
"D-dry? They-these-they can keep my hands dry?"
You shrugged, smile pulling at your lips as you watched him take off his white gloves, pulling on the cat ones instead and flexing his fingers.
"Yeah, I know you love the cats but they don't really like you so this way-"
Your face was suddenly cupped in bumpy silicone, Herm's long body dragged over the centre of the circle, knee deep in one of the pizzas and knocking over empty beer bottles as you pulled you into a kiss full of happiness and longing. It took you a second before you fully registered what was happening. But when you did, your eyes fell closed, your lips melted against his, hands coming up to grip at the slippery fabric of his suit, cupping his neck as water dripped down between you.
Aw dude come on, not the pizza
Its just shitty take way pizza, I'll order us another one. This is cute.
Its hot.
Shut the fuck up Victor.
Is this the making love I have been mistaking for your human hugs?
Great, now you've confused him.
He pulled back first. Smiling so widely it could have blinded you.
"Thank you, I cant-how did you...thanks"
He let his hands drop, going back to admiring the gloves. Still knee deep in tomato paste and cheese. You wiped your chin with the back of your hand, still too giddy to register the audience around you, just staring at you both in a mix of amusement and wonder while you only had eyes for the man directly in front of you.
"Are you free...tomorrow, that is? After work, I can show you how they work"
"That-that would be-I'd like-Yes, please"
I'm also free, after work tomorrow. If you need a third.
I should have gotten you a shock collar instead of the megaphone.
ur reblog about swimsuit model herman made me have THOUGHTS because im an amateur photographer and i would love to photograph him. thinking of him being so adorably nervous about it too . tysm for infecting my brain
Wetmas day 12 anyone? Fem!Reader just because I also want to combine it with this ask, but no genitals mentioned so if you down for wearing lipstick it's technically for everyone.
(Yall I need to pick up my male reader game, it is pittyful out here for yall)
He was squirming, pulling on elastic and batting the white pomp pomp out of his face.
"Why-we're not-this isn't going on the-the card, right?"
He was dressed in a pair of novelty Santa Suit print swimming shorts and a matching hat. Rubbing his arms uncomfortably as he tried to cover up his wet chest, already dripping onto your floor as you set up lights and backgrounds. Adjusting the chair next to the tree and focusing the lense just right.
"No, this is just for me. We'll take the proper cute one later. I just...I want to see you first"
And it was true, you wanted to see him so bad. You had the proper costumes hanging up behind you. An elf and a reindeer for the pun, of course. But you had both been working so hard, late hours as the holidays approached, and you just wanted him for yourself, just for a bit. That's why you dug out the gift you were saving for his stocking stuffer. That's why you found the santa hat you had intended to throw on to one of his many mechaman plushies the next time you stayed over, make his room feel just that bit more festive. And that's why he was practically naked in your living room wearing them both next to what looked like an amature porn film set. Holiday theme edition.
"I look ridiculous"
His voice was low. Grumbling it more than saying it. Kicking his feet against the fluffy white rug as you looked up from the camera. Seeing the flush running down his chest, the way he squeezed his thighs together, slumped over so badly it was like he was trying to curl into a ball and hide.
So you left your camera, walking over to run finger tips up and down his arms until they relaxed. Slipping hands up and over his shoulders, cupping his neck.
"You look delicious"
And he did, slowly falling for your touch. Arms dropping to his sides to show off beautiful lean muscles, toned and hairless chest, the deep v of his hips. Arms and legs hiding sleeping definition as he twitched from your touch. Letting you take his hands in yours, leading him over to the chair. Sitting him down and kneeling between his legs.
"So beautiful, my beautiful Hermy"
You pressed a kiss to his neck, leaving a bright red mark against his pulse point. Lipstick smudged on his wet skin. He shivered, biting his lip as you moved down. Kissing his collarbone, his chest, latching around his nipple as he gasped and bucked. More red marks, showing your path over pale flesh.
"Let me remember you like this. My own model. You'll look so good, I promise"
More and more marks. Red on his biceps, his inner wrist, cheeks and temples, hips and thighs. He was melting, moaning and whimpering, cock tenting his shorts as you ran a hand down the front, adjusting him just right. Hard and in line with his inner thigh as you pressed a kiss to his navel.
"O-okay...ok, I-I trust you"
And he did. Gulping down his nerves as he let you adjust him, pose him, with a wide smile. Legs spread, arms above his head. You brushed his hair back from his forehead, slicked back from bright baby blues as he bit his lip. Watching you as you slid behind the camera, eyes dark, and started snapping photos.
"So pretty, fuck. Look at you Herm, how you don't see what I see is beyond me. You're sexy and beautiful. Perfect, so perfect and all mine"
You took a few more photos, his lip falling from between his teeth as he panted out a moan. Jaw slack and eyes half lidded. Cock rising more and more with each passing second.
"Y-yours all...all yours"
You snapped a few more photos, breath hitching as you watched him through the lense. All laid out for you until you couldn't take it.
"Ok, fuck, I got the shot. I need...I need you, like yesterday"
You rushed over, pulling him into a kiss, climbing onto his lap as he steadied you with wet hands. Gripping your hips as you grinded down against him. Drinking down his water, sucking his tongue as he guided you. Moaning and whimpering, hips bucking up against you, seeking more and more of that precious friction. Lights making his skin glisten, his eyes sparkle.
It ended with you both in a sticky mess. Panting into each other's mouths and bruises dug deep into your hips.
You showered, gently washing the lipstick stains off him with a shy smile. How did you cover him with so much? And took your proper photos, smiling and laughing. Kissing his big red nose and laying across his lap.
The printer was kind enough to ship them out for you. Thinking nothing of it until Flambae started laughing, patting your back and thanking you for the Christmas gift. The rest of the team following suit. Wolf whistles and suggestive comments.
Not bad, for a skinny wet wipe.
Look at that candy cane, where you been hiding that lad.
Dam, I need to take you lipstick shopping. That shit is not holding up.
Need this wet boy to have somebody compliment the FUCK outta him. Sitting on his lap and just holding his face and carefully examining each individual feature and giving it a kiss before moving onto the next one. Gently sticking their fingers in his mouth to feel his teeth and just looking around in there. Tracing his jawline and peppering it with kisses. Counting freckles and moles and any other little marks 💕💕💕 just taking it all in 💕💕💕 he IS art and deserves to be treated like it💕💕💕
Combined with the asks below and also this post by @liololli and a bit of this post by @treadingwaterboy
Also, Wetmas day 5 everybody! Male!Reader because that just works better for what I want to do to this wet noodle of a man.
The day was long, but not necessarily hard. Just dragging out painfully as the clock never seemed to move. But you were home, and it was great. The heater was on, warming the chill in your bones, the lights were off in favour of candles littered around the living room and the twinkling of the Christmas tree lights. You dumped your keys and kicked off your shoes. Smiling as you made your way down the hall.
"Herm? You home?"
No reply, just soft whimpering coming from the living room. You kept going.
"You didn't slip in your own puddles again did you? Because we are fresh out of...ice packs"
You words trailed off, eyes wide as he came into view.
And what a view.
Herm knelt under the tree, silk ropes looped around his chest, framing his pecs, nipples so pink and hard. Arms pulled behind him in a box tie, fingers flexing against his elbows. Ankles bound and folded underneath him as he sat on his knees. The rug was sodden beneath him. Dressed in only Christmas themed boxers as he bit down on another piece of plaited red silk. Water dripping down his chin, over his chest.
"Oh...Hi"
You could feel your heart racing, your mouth watering. He was looking at you with so much love and want. Squirming in his bonds as you approached, reaching down to remove the gag. Pushing back wet strands for baby blues to look up at you.
"M-Merry Chri-early Christmas"
He was smiling, gulping down the water that swelled over his tongue. licking his lips as his eyes darted between you and your fly.
"How long have you...?"
You cupped his jaw, thumb rubbing over his bottom lip as he whined. Hips rolling.
"A few-an hour-maybe"
You pressed your thumb to his lips. He kissed it, trying to pull it into his mouth. You pulled back.
"And who...?"
"Coupé, she promised-she won't-won't tell. Won't tell anyone. she's...she's nice-to me"
You knelt down into a squat running a hand down his throat, making him gulp. Feather light touches against his pulse point and Adams apple.
"And she's very nice to me it seems"
You let you hand continue down. Tracing the lines of his collar bone, his sternum. Circling his nipple until he was practically sobbing.
"You're so pretty, Herm. Gorgeous"
And he was, he was so beautiful. Thinking about you, about what you would want more than anything in the world.
Him.
You leaned forwards. Peppering kisses across his neck, his shoulders. moving up to his cheeks, his temples, his nose. Anywhere but his lips.
"You're so thoughtful and kind. No one else could think of such an amazing gift for me. No one else could possibly know how badly I want you"
You let your thumb flick at his nipple. Your free hand cupping his jaw. turning his face this way and that. Just...looking. Taking it all in. The sharpness of his jaw, the hight of his cheekbones. The freckles that were peppered across them, hidden underneath the flush that was deepening with every second. His long lashes framing his big eyes, wide and pleading as you moved down to his nose. Long and large, fitting his face so perfectly. Lips wet and pink and oh so soft.
"P-please..."
His voice was small and desperate. A whine mixed with a breath. You let two fingers slip between his lips. Instantly sucked and lapped at as you pressed on his tongue, traced his teeth. Soft thrusts as he moaned around them. Those long lashes fluttering. Wanting to close and indulge in the feeling of you but also desperate to look, to see you.
"Shhh don't rush me. I want to open you up slowly"
He nodded. And you continued.
Fingers staying in his mouth as you kissed down his body. Lapping at wet skin, sucking on pretty pink nipples as he whined and moaned. Hips bucking, arms squirming. His boxers where tented, but not as much as they normally were. He was bigger than that, much bigger. and with how much he was moaning, he should have broken right through the cotton at this point. You pulled your fingers from his mouth, his tongue following them with a frustrated whine, both thumbs hooking under the elastic, hands gripping his hips.
"Whats this? You dont like me anymore or....?"
You pulled them down. Over the bulge, pooling at his knees, and froze. His cock was bright red. Balls full and tight. More silk rope wrapped around the base, under his balls. Holding him firmly as he struggled to half mast. He was leaking more than you had ever seen. Cock so wet it looked like he had been sucked sloppy just minutes ago.
"I just-I always-I wanted to-to last for-for you-longer-last longer"
He panted through the admission, pearly white drops leaking in waves from his tip. You couldn't help the sobbing whine that was pulled from your throat, finally pulling him into a kiss. Sucking at his lips, his tongue. Gulping down his water, needing more and more. Needing him. You loved him, so much, so, so much. And he needed to know. He needed every ounce of your heart to be pulled into lungs, seeped into his skin.
You hands travelled down. Cupping full balls, rolling them as he bucked into your hand. Silk struggling against hero strength as he tug and pulled. Wanting to grab you so badly it hurt. You pulled back, cock pressing painfully against your work pants. Whole body on fire as you stood up, pressing kissed all over his face, needing to pull away but not quite having the strength.
"Wait...wait here, I'll be-wait"
You rushed down the hall, stripping the whole way. Clothes thrown over lamps and chairs, socks and underwear littering the floor as you made it to the bedroom, digging out what you needed and rushing back.
He was just as beautiful as you left him.
"God Herm. I cant-You're so...fuck"
You grabbed a cushion from the couch, throwing it onto the floor in front of him and pressing him down until his cheek and chest was resting against it. Spreading his thighs just enough to pull his cock backwards, squeezing them tight again, leaving him open a vulnerable to you.
Little bottle squeezed onto your fingers.
"I love you"
"I l-love you too-as well-a lot, I love you a lot. Please...need you-it-anything. Just-just touch me, please"
His hips kept pushing backwards, cock making a mess of his thighs as you leaned down. Sucking full balls between you lips, making him cry out as you lapped at soaked flesh, lubed fingers sliding behind you, stretching yourself out as you kept sucking and licking. Kissing and worshiping. Silk soaked through, biting at it, tugging just enough to make him sob as you moved down to his tip. Lapping at the slit, sucking down pre-cum as it kept coming in waves upon waves. So wet, so messy.
"I can't-hurts.."
His face was buried in the cushion, face wet and tears falling thick and fast. You pulled back. Fingers splayed across his flat cheeks, spreading him just enough to look at the teasing pink hole, glistening with his own water and tight. So tight.
You licked your lips.
"What if....can I? I know you don't like it when I-but...but I think I know a way to relieve some pressure but still...still last"
He squirmed, gulping as your thumb brushed his hole. Your own fingers still deep inside you, stretching you so perfectly for him.
He nodded.
You didn't give him a chance to to change his mind. Mouth latching over his tight hole. Sucking and lapping, prodding gently until it opened up for you. Licking as deep as you could as you fucked yourself with your own fingers. Moaning and wining almost as badly as him. Opening the same bottle with one hand. Messily covering your other two fingers and slipping one in next to your tongue. Finding his prostate and rubbing it in circles as he bucked and cried out, a strangled mix of a scream and a moan. Biting the cushion, trying to keep himself quite for the sake of the neighbours. But it was too much, too good. His balls swelling, his cock twitching on its own as it happened. Milky load covering his calves, shooting as far as his ankles as you moaned and slipped a second finger inside. Pressing hard, milking more and more until he was sobbing.
You pulled back.
Cock red. Legs soaked. Hole stretched and winking so beautifully as you let your fingers slip out of yourself. Standing up to put him to rights, sat back on his heels, gasping for breath as you pulled his cock free. Back in front of him and tugging at the ropes. He was still so hard. Only swelling more as you freed him from the tension. Edge taken off enough that he didn't just bust right then and there.
"Can you fuck me? Just like this?"
You ran your hands down his bound arms. His shoulder must have been so sore. His wrists and ankles would have bruises and marks embedded into them for days. And he looked exhausted. Dazed, ridding the high you had provided him with. Chest so flushed it was blending in with the silk.
"Always. Never-I could never say-tell you no"
His voice had steadied. His body melting for you. Yours, all yours.
You kissed him, one last time before turning around, legs spread. On your hands and knees as you reached back and guided him inside with a shiver. You would never get use to how big he was.
"Tell me-fuck-tell me when your close, ok?"
He nodded, choking back tears at the sweet relief of you. So warm and tight and dripping. Hips bucking as you shuffled back, giving him full access as you rolled your hips with him. Your face now in the cushion. Your hand reaching under yourself. Stroking and tugging as he fucked you raw. So deep and burning hot, tip slamming your prostate with every thrust.
It didn't take long. His sobs worsening, this rhythm becoming more erratic.
"I'm-soon-I can't-please"
You moaned, not far off yourself as you fucked backwards onto him just a few more times. Edging yourself just enough that as you pulled back, his cock slipping from your hole and over the sweel of your ass, you came all over your hand. His own load splattering the small of your back, covering you in a way he never had before.
That small length of silk mixed with the hour of waiting making his load so big and heavy in his balls that it dripped down your sides in waves. Watery and white. Making a sticky mess of you and the rug as you caught your breath. You sat up on wobbly legs, cum dripping down your crack and raw hole, and shuffled behind him. Untying his shoulders and ankles. Embedded lines so pretty on pale skin as he collapsed into you. Muscles sore and bones aching. Cock and balls so sensitive he hissed as they brushed against your thighs as you pulled him into your lap. Showering his face with soft kisses as his sobs subsided. Overwhelmed and wracked with too much pleasure, too much love that he could feel himself shaking apart.
"Did-did you like you-your gift-present?"
He looped his arms around your shoulders, hissing at the pull of this muscles, burying that beautiful nose in in your neck. Those long lashes brushing your skin as they finally closed.
