Waterboy smut lowkey once again
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Waterboy x reader, Waterboy in the janitor's closet, making out, blowjob (Waterboy recieving)
Not on, but in the bucket, Waterboy sat, letting the metal tin collect the water dripping from his body. You'd familiarized the sight by now; gangly legs struggling to fit in it, almost always something to fiddle with between his fingers, and pathetic sheen across his skin — the affect of the excess water leaking from him akin to a facet. It was far from the first time you'd found him like this, and surely it wouldn't be the last. You let the heavy door close leisurely behind you before you found yourself locking it with a click, verbatim to all the times previously. It wasn't like this was by accident — no, this was far from accidental. Your little 'meetings' with him were all preplanned, but not mutually. Only you were aware of your schemes — your set-ups to meet him within the unlit room. One day, or so you'd hoped, It would become more than just a chat about whatever was bothering the whimpering mess of a man or just the usual making out and today, you were almost determined to make the moves to get there.
"W— Oh, hey," Waterboy glanced over at you, eyeing your physique with more interest than he cared to admit to himself. Even from his end, he'd began showing engrossment in you the more you appeared before him but whenever he tried to be subtle, you could pick up the little hints: the way his eyes would wander, the lack of his prominent stutter, the quirk of his lips you never saw with anybody but you, and more noticeable than the rest — the way he'd leak water uncontrollably more.
Foolish, really, was the routine you two had begun and you knew that. It was almost, if not entirely obsessive from your end.
"It's like you were waiting for me." You dared boldly, your voice an octave lower than usual as you feigned nonchalance. All you wanted to do was tear his suit off of him with your teeth before fucking him senseless.
Waterboy let out a sheepish chuckle before attempting to wipe the water from his face with the back of his wrist. It was a nervous tic you'd observed all too soften.
"You got some problems going on — or are you free?" You posed it as a jest, yet you were serious. Fuck, you wanted him to just let you tear him apart.
"I'm.. free. Yeah — I'm free." He arose from the bucket, stumbling out of it with is abnormally lanky limbs struggling. The flush he was haunted by darkened on his nose and cheeks when you stepped closer. Instead of taking your time, you grabbed him by the nape of his neck, chasing his lips for a kiss worthy of bruising the other man's lips. You could feel his warmth, the feeling of being pressed into such a warm body going through your bones. To you, the wetness was hardly an after-thought when the two of you were getting it on, making out in the storage room. Atlantic eyes widened with the fierceness of the kiss — he was far from used to biting kissing, especially from you, but there was no protest, rather, he tried to replicate it back. It was sloppy, though. If it wasn't hot in its own way, you'd be damned.
Waterboy's lips parted and the tip of his tongue brushed your bottom lip, trying to proceed the kiss like you typically do. A needy groan escaped yourself, and your spare hand that wasn't holding the nape of the other man's neck was going down to his chest.
You breathe him in, trying to rid the barrier between your skin and his clothes almost in an instant yet knowing Waterboy and hearing his gasps, you slow down.. "Need you so fucking bad. I don't just want to makeout today." You admit between long, harsh kisses that were now only biting rather than fast and hard.
"You wanna?— Huh?" Waterboy's lips parting as you mouthed over his jawline.
"Mhm.. I want more today. Can you do that? You wanna let me do things to you?"
A whimper came from Waterboy. "Like— how far? What, what kind of stuff?" "You lean against the wall while I undress you, maybe I'll kiss down your body before I reach your cock.. You ever have a blowjob, Herm?"
A flush of pleasure from the mere words stole into cheeks. It was the reaction you'd anticipated from a man like Waterboy hearing such filthy words.
"No— never, no.. I hav — no. I—"
It didn't take long for you to press him to the wall, trailing your hands over his body teasingly as he murmured a soft plead to hurry up. You ignored it, instead mouthing over his neck with rough kisses yet soft bites. Your fingers began to unzip the wet suit, but it was made difficult by the excess liquid lingering on your skin. "Undress for me, Herm." You may've wanted to see him squirm as well as being unable to unzip the zipper. He was obedient, listening as gloved fingers let the outfit tear in two before halting at his hips. He wore nothing beneath the suit, not even underwear and you could tell by the corse hair that lead down from his navel to where the zipper stopped. "Ah— the suit's tight.. Can I maybe.. maybe I can take it all off? For you?" The words were pathetic yet you reveled in them.
"Of course. Go on.." Eyes hungrily awaiting for when he'd toss all of the clothing aside, they trained on where his cock was pulled out. The other man was hung, that was for sure.
You began doing what you'd promised, teasingly peppering kisses along Waterboy's frail body. He was thin beyond belief — ribs being visible when he moved in certain ways to your touch. You bent down to your knees where the wet suit was pooling around Waterboy's feet. It was hard to not slip with the puddle that had formed around him but you prevailed just to make contact with his long, aching cock.
You move your hand slowly down his cock to spread the pre-cum pearl that'd formed already. Apparently making out and the appeal of getting head was enough to make his cock almost like a rock.
You kiss his cock with the kind of hunger only sucking Waterboy off would fulfill and lapping at it before pressing a few kisses from base to tip, you take it in your mouth. He whines audibly at the suction, muttering pleads of "please" and "that feels so, so good already.."
You want to just bend him over and take him whole but you know he's far from ready from that yet. After all, this was his first time ever having a blowjob, so you go down on him instead, choking and gagging as you struggle to nuzzle the base. It was a struggle to fully engulf the other man's cock yet you found your own hot arousal aching with need when you coughed from the effort.
The two men stifle their moans, trying to keep some semblance of silence as they were still technically in public. "Shh," you purr against his tip, lapping tentatively at it. You could tell he was close already from practically nothing.
"Gonna — I'm gonna, please..? Can I? Please——" Waterboy whined, hips rutting forwards to prod further in your mouth. You let out a surprised sound but began sucking once more, lapping the underside as you took him as far as you could.
Eventually, he came down your throat in bursts significantly longer than yours ever had been. Your senses filled with a salty taste and the unusual load of cum was diluted with water. Of course Waterboy would have Hyperspermia..
You struggled swallowing the rest, but you do so until the man above you goes limp in your mouth.
When you stood up, you could feel the bruising of your knees as if you'd been praying at an altar for too long — and perhaps you had been.
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