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He was too sweet. You and your boyfriend Herm had been together for a few months now, and over the course of those months, you had discovered two things. One - he was the sweetest man you had ever met - two - he was the most touch deprived person you had ever met.
He would do just about anything to please you, mostly emotionally; buying you flowers, sending you sweet texts, taking you out on dates, but also physically. He had, on numerous occasions, changed the entire way you thought about sex. He didn’t care if you hadn’t shaved, if you needed to shower, if you were tired, he was willing to do it all for you. Of course he was incredibly respectful about boundaries and consent, having no qualms with a sweet night in. He still, after all, loved just holding you and listening to you talk, but he also would never turn down a chance to make you see stars.
You never would have assumed he was like this when you started seeing each other, just holding hands seemed to fluster him and a simple hug would have him looking like a stoplight. The morning after your first real date, you slept with him for the first time. You thought he’d be nothing but nerves, prepared to take it slow and spend a lot of the time reassuring him. You were sorely mistaken. He made you visit heaven, just to drag you back down and show you how much better it was on earth where he could get his hands on you.
He was gentle, but absolutely depraved, which you should have assumed seeing as he was the biggest people pleaser probably ever.
But right now you wanted to see if you could break that.
He was gentle but he struggled with taking charge. You had no qualms with that, you loved teasing him and chipping at his resolve piece by piece until all he could do was mumble about how much he wanted you to touch him, but you were curious if there was some other side of him you didn’t have access to yet. You figured the easiest way to make someone tap into their more primal side was through jealousy.
Herman didn’t seem like the type to get jealous, he was sincere and considered communication very important, but you wondered if there was a way to override that. Which leads to the night you had planned. You took up his team’s offer to go out to a bar after work, and thus the first step of your plan began. When getting ready, you did your makeup in a darker style than usual, topping it off with a burgundy lip, and you had been planning your outfit for a while.
You threw on a black lacy bra and panty set, deciding to add a small ‘H’ charm to the middle of the bra from a random necklace you had. Nobody else would be able to see it but you knew he’d be driven mad by it regardless. You wore a small crop-top over it, the lace of the bra strap being visible, and threw on a pair of lightly ripped fishnets under a miniskirt that matched the crop-top. You finished off the outfit with a pair of chunky heels that were comfortable enough to dance in. You also had to take a pair of tennis shoes with you anyways, since Herm wouldn’t let you ride on his motorcycle without them, so you could always change your shoes if your feet hurt anyways. You also knew he could, and would, carry you if you asked.
You added some jewelry before doing your hair, keeping it fairly simple and natural, but making sure it looked nice. You took a picture in the full-length mirror you kept in your room and sent it to Herm, figuring he was almost done with his shift. You received a response about fifteen minutes later, in which he simply messaged ‘on my way’. It wasn’t often that he texted you without emojis, emoticons, or exclamation points, which added to your excitement for the rest of the night.
You jumped up at a knock on the door to your apartment, and you ran to it, throwing it open with a smile. “Hey pretty boy.” You greeted him, throwing your arms around his neck. He tossed his helmet to the side, wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling you closer. You giggled as your toes almost lifted off of the ground, he was still ridiculously tall. The lightly torn and distressed tank top he was wearing was partially soaked through, which was unusual considering all the work he had done to control his powers. You had gotten him more worked up than usual. It was working.
You giggled more as he buried his face in your neck, pressing kisses and nipping lightly at your skin. You could feel him smile against you, loving it when you laughed near him, especially if he caused it. You pushed his face away.
“We gotta get going, we’re gonna be late,” He pulled away, his arms still around your waist.
“Sorry I just- You’re really- very pretty. I r-really like your uhm-” His eyes dropped and surveyed your body, “Your outfit.” You chuckled, thanking him for the compliment before tugging him outside, heels and purse in hand. He grabbed his helmet, and yours that was sitting on a shelf near the door. After a few dates, he figured you might want a helmet that was just yours rather than using one of his older ones, and he surprised you with one that opened from the back so it didn’t mess up your makeup too much. You still finally decided to upgrade your setting spray to minimize transfer, and made a small touch-up kit that you kept in your purse.
You put your things in the bike, slipping on the rest of the gear you always wore when riding, and hopped onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his chest and hunkering down for the ride.
He pulled into a club in the middle of the city that you had never been to before, but the gang seemingly visited frequently. Prism had apparently performed there a few times, and was well known by some of the regulars. Most of the team was already present, each of them greeting the both of you as you walked up to the table near the back. They each had their own unique style on, with most of the men wearing some variation of t-shirt and jeans, except for Flambae, who was wearing a fishnet crop-top and leggings with strips of fishnet and orange accents. Prism was wearing her usual jumpsuit, seeing as it was part of her brand image, Invisigal had on a pair of low-rise dark jeans and a cropped turtleneck tank top, and Malevola wore a black body suit with high cut-outs that resembled a whale tail, and torn black jean shorts with distressed fishnets, similar to yours. Golem was simply himself, seeing as most clothing didn’t exactly fit him, and Coupe refused to join in on the festivities, opting to go home.
“Hey bitch, almost thought you and Mr. CeraVe were standing us up.” Prism was the first to actually speak to you.
“Yeah, almost shocked Waterbitch actually showed up.” You laughed a bit pointedly at Flambae’s comment, punching him a bit harder in the shoulder than what would be considered typical for a playful hit. His typical cocky smirk twitched for just a moment at the gesture and your current glare, but stayed plastered across his face. You set your things down at the table, knowing that Herman wasn’t one for dancing and would likely be staying at the table, and that the surveillance in the club was better than most, and trusted that your things would be safe.
“So is it just me, or are you guys ready for drinks?” The table cheered in agreement with Invisigal and you all shuffled towards the bar. Everyone either got a fruity mixed drink or a shot, Punch Up being the only one to get a beer, and Sonar getting a glass of scotch because he was pretentious. You took a few sips before you returned to the table along with several others, setting your drink down near where Herm was sitting. You weren’t there for long before you were then pulled away by Prism, demanding that you join her on the dance floor. You shot Herman an apologetic glance, which he returned with a thumbs up and a smile before he settled into a conversation with Robert, Punch Up, and Golem.
You joined the group on the floor, moving your hips along with the fast-paced music pulsing throughout the club. It was loud enough that you had to yell to talk to those around you, so most of you settled into just laughing and dancing. You began dancing with Prism, your hand settled on her hip as you moved your body against hers. You didn’t often get nervous around people, but she was gorgeous enough that you sometimes struggled to speak around her. You occasionally made eye-contact with Herm across the crowded club but you struggled to see him from the distance through the crowd.
After a few songs during which you were borderline grinding against Prism, you returned to the table. You sat for a moment, catching your breath and speaking to the guys, finishing off your drink fairly quickly. You didn’t miss the way Herman looked at you, his gaze locked onto you in a way you only recognized from the times he would boldly initiate some form of touch, usually a very passionate makeout. You met the intensity of his gaze with a smirk that came and went in a second, something only he would really notice, especially since the other guys were focused a bit more on their conversation.
You stood up after the brief talk, picking up your glass. “Want another?” You gestured towards his empty cup. He nodded, moving to push it across the table, but you stopped him, leaning over the table in a way that accentuated your chest. You, again, made the action mostly unnoticeable to the rest of the table, but you knew he was picking up on the subtleties. You laughed as you heard a whistle and yell from Invisigal and Malevola at your exposed posterior. “Knock it off guys.” You walked off with the glasses, heading back to the bar and getting refills of each of your drinks.
You returned the now full glass to Herm before you returned to the dance floor, taking Malevola’s outstretched hand. She pulled you towards her, positioning herself behind you as her hands fell to your hips, guiding you as you danced on her. After establishing a rhythm, her hand found yours once more, holding it in the air as her other hand still rested on your waist, moving you against her. You looked back toward the table, a bit closer to it now, and you could see Herm staring at you, his shoulders tense and his hand gripping his glass. You watched as Robert looked at him confusedly, before following his gaze and meeting yours, only for him to laugh and hit Herm in the shoulder. You laughed along with him, deciding to turn away towards Malevola. You continued to dance close to her before the group eventually migrated back to the table.
Sonar was nowhere to be seen, but the rest of the team sat down, getting together for a drink break. There was a conversation about the calls during the day, which you tuned out seeing as you didn’t really know what they were talking about. You were resting your head on one of your hands on the table, but you had the mischievous idea to place your hand on Herm’s thigh, much higher than would be considered normal. You felt him tense up, but noticed him mostly relax afterwards, attempting to play it cool. You continued to look mostly uninterested, not bothering to look back at him. The only other person who might notice what was happening, Robert, was already aware of your antics and you knew he wouldn’t question it.
After a few more minutes, the group broke up again, and you got another drink, bringing Herman back a water seeing as he needed to drive home. This time, Robert joined the group on the dance floor, after a lot of convincing and accusations of being a buzzkill from the rest of the team. Invisigal pushed him towards you, apparently noticing your plot earlier.
“So, trying to work him up?” He cut right to the chase. His hands were light and high up on your waist, seemingly worried about making you uncomfortable or getting too close. You rested your forearms on his shoulders as you stepped back and forth.
“Something like that, I’m wondering if he has the capability of being jealous.” You answered his question, a playful grin resting on each of your faces.
“I see… Think it’s working?” You looked back at the table, Golem resorting to scrolling his phone as Herm stared directly at you, bouncing his leg, which he only did when he was particularly anxious. You noticed earlier that his shirt and jeans were beginning to dampen, but they were fully clinging to him now, his hair losing its ringlets as it stuck to itself. You looked away before he noticed you looking back.
“I’d say so.” You chuckled, eyes returning to Robert. He hummed before pulling you closer, now pressing your bodies together. You giggled as your arms wrapped around his neck, knowing that if Herm was getting worked up earlier, he was probably struggling more now. With the girls he could pass it off as friendly flirting, they were awfully touchy as is, but you knew being this close to his literal idol would be driving him berserk.
“How jealous are you looking to make him?” You shrugged in response.
“I haven’t thought much about it. I wasn’t sure it would work at all, I’m just having fun with it now.” He nodded, grabbing your hand to turn you around, his hand falling to your waist, similar to Malevola. A significant difference, however, was the hand that was now splayed across your upper stomach. You had to lean your head back to look at him, your hand covering his on your abdomen, your other hand reaching up to the nape of his neck.
“Keep your eyes on me.” His eyes broke from yours, and you laughed as he looked at Herm with a cocky smirk, similar to the one Flambae often wore. You both turned around as you chuckled, figuring Herm was seething in his seat. You broke away from Robert, walking back to the table briefly, partly because you figured you should get on finishing your drink because you didn’t know how much longer Herm would last, partly to tease him a bit more. You took a few sips before you heard him clear his throat.
“H-how much longer are you wanting to- to stay?” His voice was strained and low, sending ripples of heat through your core. You rolled your eyes, pretending to be clueless.
“Oh come on, Hermie, I’m having fun!” You laughed, your conversation getting cut short as Robert pulled you away. You waved at Herman as you walked away, winking before you turned your attention back to the group on the dance floor. Robert pulled you back to the initial position you were in, his hands further down on your hip now, your arm resting on your shoulder as your other hand rested on the bottom of his neck.
“He looks like he’s about to burst.” Robert pointed out, you both laughed. You knew it was working, maybe a bit too well, seeing as you were beginning to worry about what you were in for when you got home. He had gotten a bit carried away before, never anything that made you uncomfortable, but there were several times he would continue past your threshold and overstimulate you.
“It’s working as intended then.” You watched as Robert looked back at Herman, brushing a bit of hair behind your ear. He stilled his movements, his hand falling to tip your chin up.
“You know you’re really funny looking, right?” He smirked at you, his eyes flicking up to Herm’s for a moment before they drifted back to you. You put a hand over your mouth as you laughed, knowing what he was doing but struggling to keep your full composure at the absurdity of the fake compliment. You looked over to Herm just in time to see him stand and stride in your direction. He lacked his typical hunched posture, standing to his full height and you felt excitement grow in your stomach as he approached. You don’t really notice just how tall he is until he’s standing fully upright. Robert leaned down and muttered a ‘Good luck” before disappearing into the crowd.
Without a word, Herman grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the table. Once again, you feigned innocence as you were dragged through the crowd. “What’s wrong, Hermy? You okay?” He handed you your glass once you approached the table, not answering your questions.
“Drink.” His voice was deep and the lack of stuttering shut down the act you were putting on. Maybe you had taken it a bit too far. You took the straw out of your glass, throwing it back in several gulps. You had just enough time to set it back down on the table before he was grabbing your wrist and pulling you back through the crowd towards the exit. The team whooped and you threw them a shit-eating grin as you were dragged away. Herman wasn’t fazed and continued his brisk pace.
The cool air outside was nice against your heated skin, both from dancing with several people, the crowd in the club, and the fact that you were so turned on you struggled to stand still. You got to the bike and he put on his gear at a pace you weren’t used to. You now realized he probably adorned it slower than he could to match your pace. He was fully geared in the time it took you to change your shoes, and he was quick to walk around the bike and strap on your knee pads as you pulled on the elbow pads and glove. He threw his leg over the bike and started it while you put on your helmet. You slipped onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist like usual.
“Are you okay?” You asked once again, beginning to worry just a bit that you took it too far.
“Yeah, just- Need to get home. Now.” His voice was even and low, and you giggled as more heat returned to your gut as he pulled away. The air on the ride home was a stark contrast to the heat both you and Herm were emanating, and you tucked yourself a bit closer to him than usual. The air did help to dry his skin a bit, which made the cold not as aggressive.
You were giddy as you pulled into the parking lot of your apartment, with Herm taking off his pads much quicker than you. He helped you with yours once more, his fingers lingering on your thigh as he took off your knee pad. He once again gripped your hand, pulling you up your stairs with your things in your other hand. You unlocked the door, taking off your helmet and shoes, with him following suit.
As soon as you stood to look at him once your things were away, his lips crashed into yours, the weight of the kiss pushing you back into the closed door. His hands gripped onto your hips, pulling you as close as possible, while his knee slotted itself between your thighs, pressing against your core. You groaned into the kiss, and he took the noise as an invitation to press his tongue into your mouth. Your hands finally came to rest around his neck, your body relaxing from the initial shock as your hips began moving against his leg, releasing the pressure that had been building throughout the night. He pushed your hips back against the door to still your movements, which you responded to with a whine.
He pulled back for a moment, looking at you with an intense gaze. “Is-is this okay?”. You laughed a bit in the back of your throat.
“Gods, yes.” He was quick to kiss you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth once more. Your heart jumped a bit at the sweetness of him asking for consent, you knew it was clear, but him making an effort to make sure was a level of care that some hadn’t bothered to take in the past. You pulled him closer, your hand drifting to his partially damp hair as he released a low groan, a noise you weren’t used to hearing from him. He was usually fairly restrictive in the sounds he let out while you slept together, typically being soft whimpers and whines he failed to keep in. With enough time and toying, you could get him to let out some hearty moans in the heat of the moment, but never the guttural groan he just let out.
His hands sunk to your thighs, toying with the plush skin to make you moan a bit into his mouth, before he lifted you into his arms. You broke the kiss with a small scream, not expecting him to pick you up so quickly, but once he was sure your thighs were securing you to his frame, he shifted you to one arm. His other hand lifted to slip into your hair, pulling you back into a heated kiss as he walked you to your room, his hand dropping for a moment to open your door and close it behind him.
He pulled away from you to toss you gently onto your bed, keeping eye contact with you as he slipped his tank top over his head, tossing it in a random direction before removing his glasses and setting them on the bedside table. His eyes were heavy and half-lidded, lust evident in the way he licked his lips, looking at you like he was going to devour you. You giggled a bit, mostly out of nerves as he crawled up the bed towards you. He stilled, his hand coming to rest on your cheek for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked at you.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” And with that, he crashed his lips into yours once again, his tongue pressing into your mouth and licking at you like the saliva in your mouth was the only liquid for miles in a desert. His knee slipped up once again to press against your sex, and you subconsciously began grinding against it, soft mewls escaping your lips in the process.
His lips began trailing down your cheek, pressing hot, wet kisses to your neck before he bit down. You gasped before a loud moan fell from your lips, feeling his lips close around your skin and suck.
He was going to cover you in marks, wasn’t he?
His free hand floated up your body, ghosting over your chest before following your arm to your hand. He slotted his fingers between yours, squeezing your hand as he pressed it into the pillows beside your head. He pulled off of the spot he was giving you, kissing it softly before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder again, sucking at your skin. His knee continued to move against you, and you bit your lips to muffle the moans that had been spilling from your mouth. He pulled away from your shoulder with an obscene pop, his hand gently grabbing your chin as he used his thump to pull your lip from your teeth.
“Don’t muffle yourself. L-let me hear you.” You nodded, keeping your eyes on his as you dipped your head to take his thumb into your mouth, moaning as you lightly sucked on it, biting it gently before pulling away. He groaned once again, his eyes fluttering before he pulled away, undoing his belt and pulling it from his baggy jeans in one clean movement. You took the chance to slip your shirt over your head, tossing it in the same vague direction as his shirt and belt.
His eyes fell to the letter dangling between your breasts. It rose and fell with your heavy breathing and you worried for a second as he remained frozen above you.
“Herm-?”
“G-god I love you.” You were about to hum in confusion before he kissed you once more, his lips pulling away and pressing in over and over, like he was starving. His lips trailed down your chin, kissing and nipping at your neck before his hand softly cupped your breast. He kissed the plush skin before sucking at it, being much more gentle than he was with your neck seeing as the skin was more sensitive. He was really too sweet. He turned his head to your other breast, dropping his hand to support his weight as his other hand lifted to cup you once more, kissing and sucking at your breast and leaving an almost symmetrical mark to the other one. Once he was satisfied with the hickeys on your chest, he continued his journey down your body, his hands drifting down your abdomen with him.
“S-so pretty,” He muttered against your skin. “All mine.” The heaviness of his voice mixed with the desperation laced into his words made you arch into his mouth, your thighs twitching as he neared the aching between your legs. His fingers curled into your skirt and tights, gently easing them down as he continued lowering himself. “Just want to-” He kissed the top of your thigh. “Sh-show you.” He kissed your other thigh. “M-make you mine” He bit into the flesh of your thigh, sucking once again with a muffled groan, his desire beginning to completely take over. It usually took you a while to break him down to this point, where he was saying whatever he thought, making noises uninhibited. He had done this almost entirely on his own and faster than you ever had. You’d keep that in mind.
He lifted from your thigh with a gentle kiss, pulling your skirt and tights the rest of the way off. He sighed as he looked at you splayed out on your bed, your lips swollen and still wet, marks adorning your skin, your thighs pressing together intermittently. “You’re flawless.” He tossed your clothes away, lowering himself to pull your panties down your thighs, throwing them behind him once they were off. You closed your legs once your core was exposed to the air, whining at the cold that was emphasized by the moisture that absolutely painted the space between your legs.
His eyes flicked up to yours, almost annoyed as his hands slipped between your knees and almost effortlessly pushed your legs apart. It was easy to forget that he had the strength of a hero. You knew he was muscular, but he was also so lean, so each time he would move or lift you effortlessly, it would always pull a gasp from your lungs. He smiled a bit at the sound, licking his lips at the sight of you spread open for him.
He lowered himself, kissing along the length of your thigh before his hands gripped your hips, tugging you towards him. You gasped once more, and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed the junction of your thigh and sex. You whined softly, tilting your hips towards him in a silent plea.
“Hm? W-want something?” That fucker. He was doing what you had repeatedly done to him, and you hated him for it. That was a lie, you were loving this, but you’d die before admitting that.
“Herm, please” You hoped saying his name would get him to ease up.
“Please what? W-what do you want, beautiful?” You groaned, letting your head fall back onto the pillows beneath you, your hands covering your face.
“Please just- touch me.” He tsked before nipping at your thigh, smirking to himself once more at the jolt that went through your body.
“Don’t c-cover your face. I want to s-see you. All of you.”
“Yes-” You were going to respond but your words were interrupted by a loud moan as he flattened his tongue against your sex, moaning against your skin at the taste of the wetness that had been accumulating throughout the night. The vibrations of his voice pulled another moan from your throat, making you arch your back from the bed and press your cunt further into his mouth. He didn’t waste much time, his tongue making a quick circle around your clit before he closed his mouth around it, sucking softly before releasing, and settling into a medium-fast pace rhythm. Your thighs twitched around his head, one of your hands falling from the pillows to his hair, tugging softly as you threaded your fingers through the strands, gently pushing him further towards you.
“F-fuck, Herm-” You weren’t used to this breakneck pace. He usually took his time, savoring the noises you made, but he went straight to devouring you. He would occasionally take a quick break from your clit to lick at the juices escaping you, moaning at the taste each time. The more he ate you out, the more you were sure it was one of his favorite things to do.
One of his hands left your hips to squeeze at your inner thigh, trailing his knuckles up until two of his fingers circled around your entrance, simultaneously teasing you and collecting the slick that might as well have been pouring out of you. You whined, adding to the chorus of moans and curses that had been leaving your mouth throughout his meal, pushing your hips even closer to him, hoping he'd take the hint and push his fingers into you. He chuckled against you, which you returned with a rather pathetic whine, before he buried his fingers into you all at once, sinking them to the hilt.
“Fuck! Herm- Gods, Herman please, please don’t stop.” He hummed, sending another jolt of electricity down your spine as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Your thighs began to press into his head, your hand gripping his hair almost desperately, looking for some sort of anchor as you fell off the deep end.
“Herm I’m- Please, I’m so close- I-” He pulled away, to which you whimpered pathetically. You would have been embarrassed if it weren't for the look he sent you and the endorphins consuming any logical part of your brain, which only worsened as you watched him lick his fingers clean, making a show of it just to tease you.
You were twitching and your vision was a little fuzzy around the edges, quickly pulling you back into clarity as your release slipped further and further away. He stood up from the bed, unbuckling his jeans and removing them along with his boxers in one motion, kicking them off, his attention turning back to you as he climbed back onto the bed. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he settled himself between your legs, kissing your chest, up your neck, over your cheek.
He pressed a small kiss to your lips. “You’re so s-stunning. I c-can’t stand seeing you with anyone else. I want you. I w-want you all to myself. F-forever. You’re mine.”
“I’m all yours, Herman.”. He hummed with a grin before kissing you, his tongue slipping between your lips as he pressed into you. You winced a bit, but he soothed you with the gentleness of his kiss. He was slow and passionate, firm but soft. He groaned as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours. You always forgot how big he was, filling you to the brim and reaching deep enough that it took your breath away for a minute.
He pulled away, and you both stilled for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes. In moments like these, you couldn’t help but love how beautiful he was. His little freckles, his stone-grey eyes, the flush on his cheeks. He was so pretty. He leaned down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, only pulling away to press his forehead to yours.
“Ready?”
“Mhm” You nodded against his forehead. You had assumed he was going to begin slow and gentle, like he usually did. You had assumed wrong.
He repositioned his hands, gripping the bottom of your thighs to support himself before he pulled out until just the head of his cock remained in you. All at once, he snapped his hips, pushing inside of you in one quick motion. The force pulled a loud moan from you, and you had little time to recover before he repeated the motion, setting a breakneck pace.
He looked down at you through heavily lidded eyes, low moans pouring from him as he continued to thrust you into the bed. Your nails sunk into his shoulders and he hissed as they drew lines into the skin of his shoulder blades. The feeling of his muscles moving beneath your fingertips drove you crazy. He was fucking you with a reckless abandon, his eyebrows pinched together as water collected on his skin, dripping from his lashes. His hands tightened around your thighs, folding you further as he essentially used you.
“F-fuck you’re- s-so pretty.” Herman didn’t curse often, and hearing it in this context sent waves of pleasure crashing throughout your body. You attempted to respond but could only muster strangled moans as the sounds of skin filled the room.
“I’m a-all yours-” He completely lost it at that, his hands slipping to the backs of your knees. His pace quickened, the sound of squelching and your hips collided filled your ears. You threw your head back, your body beginning to tighten as you neared your orgasm once again. It was like bursts of electricity consuming your body, starting at your core and expanding until it consumed you.
“Fuck Herm-”
“Beg.” Your breath caught in your throat, and you looked up at him, his eyes locked firmly onto yours. You hesitated for a moment, moans still falling from your lips.
“Please, Herm- Fuck- ahhh- Please let me cum, I- Gods, please- I’ll do any- thing, fuck” You struggled to speak, not wanting to finish early, but when we was looking at you with that intensity, speaking to you like that, fucking you like that.
“Have you b-been good enough?” You didn’t know where this was coming from. Until now, he was too shy to initiate sex at all, worried you weren't in the mood.
“Y-yes, please Herman- I’m all yours, just yours. I promise, I'll be good for you, just please let me cum, please” Your nails continued to pull across his back, loving the way he groaned as they did.
“B-be good then. Cum for me. Like only I can m-make you.” You held onto him for dear life, relishing the way he hissed as you fully sunk your nails into him. Your orgasm took over your body, your muscles tensing and your eyes rolling back as you arched off of the bed. He let out soft curses along with strangled moans as he neared his own finish. He continued to chase his own release, his pace quickening further somehow, and you began to twitch and whimper from the overstimulation. He let out one final curse as he buried himself to the hilt, releasing with a choked gasp, exhaling with a groan. You groaned at the feeling of his cum filling you further, almost being too much. He let go of your legs, allowing your body to relax, snaking his arms around your neck and holding you close. He laid there for a moment, both of you catching your breath.
He sat up slightly, pressing quick kisses to the sides of your face, smiling as you giggled. “I love you. So much.” You giggled, looking at him with a goofy grin.
“I love you too, Herm”. He smiled wider than he had all night, kissing you firmly on the lips before pulling you closer to him and picking you up, his cock still inside of you. You were used to him being sweet and touchy after sex but he was being particularly clingy, which was not discouraged whatsoever.
He carried you into the bathroom, sighing as he noticed that he'd need to pull out to start a shower. He lifted you just a bit, both of you groaning softly as he exited you, a soft splatter hitting the ground. You winced at the noise, but at least it was on tile rather than carpet. He sat you down on the toilet as he started the shower, making sure the water was at a temperature you liked. He finally slipped off your bra with a sigh. Usually he would take full advantage of your breasts, one of the few indulgences he allowed himself, but he didn't want to lose the sight of his initial bouncing around as he fucked you. The thought of you wearing his initial the entire night drove him a little insane, especially since it solidified in his mind that this entire night was on purpose. It meant he was able to be read like a book, but he did enjoy knowing you got what you wanted.
You were still a bit fuzzy around the edges, and he smiled softly at your wonky state. He grabbed your arms, helping you stand on wobbly legs that made you feel like you were walking on rubber. He held you close the entire shower, cleaning you himself. You nearly fell asleep as he washed your hair, humming at the feeling of his fingers lathering your scalp. He apologized briefly for rushing, but he knew you needed sleep. If you were fully conscious you’d scold him for apologizing whilst doing something sweet for you, but you could only muster a disgruntled groan.
He helped you out of the shower, drying you off quickly and carrying you to your room, your arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hands supporting your thighs. He set you down on the edge of your bed, stripping off the dirty blankets and sheets and tossing them in your hamper as he dug through your hall closet, finding replacements.
He redressed your bed, allowing you to get comfortable as he dug through your drawer for a more comfortable pair of underwear. He helped you into them, throwing on a pair of boxers himself before turning off the light and climbing into bed beside you. He turned off the light, rolling over and holding you as close to his chest, peppering your face with small kisses. You both exchanged quiet ‘I love you’s before you drifted off to sleep, both happily fucked out.