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You hummed softly, the distinct chime of your spoon rattling around in your morning coffee finally stilling. Even as you glanced from the swirling vortex of light creamer to that of the illuminated screen, you only seemed to squint quietly. None of the usually chatty team members spoke up either, all of their stationary portraits staring back up at you. As if they too had taken notice.
Sonar, Flambae, Invisigal, Punch up, Prism, Malevola, Coupé, Phenomaman, Waterboy…
With an arched brow, you grabbed onto the stem of your headset's mic. "… Where's Golem?"
"Eh— Golem? The fuck?" Flambae's icon lit up as he seemed to be the last to realize that the nonchalant tank of Z-Team was nowhere to be found. Before he had the chance to ask any questions however, the mischievous laugh of Visi sounded.
"Oh… He tried some new melatonin gummies… Didn't check the recommended amount, though… Slept in, probably. I'll text him." A few taps were heard as she did just that on her phone. Your lips parted to mention that his location revealed that he was in the office, but another glowing icon beat you to it with an input of their own.
"Don't bother, saw the big man in the locker room this morning. Looked out of it, that's for sure. Didn't know anythin' could knock him on his ass like that!" Punch Up ended with a snort, earning a few laughs from the others as all of their icons flickered like Christmas lights.
You only gave a gentle sigh, settling your coffee cup aside, "Alright, alright… I'll go get him. Be good. Prism and Waterboy, you know what needs done."
"Y-Yes, ma-ma'am — er — Miss Di-Dispatcher!" Waterboy's timid voice was quickly buried beneath his companion's as they settled into conversation, you sliding your headset free and rolling back in your chair.
"And where the hell do you think you're going? Shift just started, what— they fucked up already?" A ball of yellow popped over the cubicle barrier, the wrinkled face of Chase squinting over at you as he seemed to be itching to reach for your headset. Any excuse to kick some people in line, especially with all the energy from his fancy new crystal. You shook your head lightly, watching the icons of Waterboy and Prism beginning to dart across town towards the latest dispatch request as you stood up.
"… Not exactly. I'll be gone for just a few minutes… If you see Mandy, please… Let her step in for a moment, won't you…? I have a… Situation." You waved back, the visually older man somehow managing to narrow his eyes even more.
"Uh huh, and you run off on the clock. Kids these days, shit. Never want to work." He teased with a shake of his head, sinking back into the privacy of his cubicle. You could only give a half-hearted chuckle, slipping past a string of chatting coworkers by the copy machine and heading towards the elevator.
Gliding between the two sliding doors, you smoothed down your pencil skirt and pressed one of the lower level buttons, glancing at your watch briefly. Not that it mattered, as no matter how long you took, Chase would give you shit. He always did.
You preferred it that way, though.
This early in the day and before any tough dispatches, the locker room and gym were usually abandoned, luckily. Stepping down the long corridor, you could hear the clicking of your heels echoing off the high walls, and a peculiar distant rumbling. You could almost feel it vibrating through the soles of your heels, catching your warped reflection in the linoleum below. Your footsteps slowed, arching a sharpened brow as you found the entrance to the men's locker room, the noise at its loudest here.
It took you several moments to realize that it was not from a machine or some old groaning pipes.
It was someone snoring.
You almost wanted to laugh with how loud it was, instead giving a polite knock to the interior wall of the locker room. Even some lockers were being audibly shaken with every hard inhale from whoever was sleeping. You figured, it was probably Golem.
Or a giant that had managed to sneak in somehow.
"… Golem? Your shift started ten minutes ago… Is anyone else in here?" You could smell the scent of cologne and aftershave, the lights dimmed. When no one answered except for that slobbery grumbling snore, you gave a chuckle and stepped inside. "Female staff entering," You warned, using a hand to shield your gaze similar to a horse's blinders. The last thing you wanted was to meet the gaze of some poor employee's dick, and you had no idea if Golem was the only one in there.
Judging by the snores though, he probably was.
You couldn't imagine trying to shower with that in the background.
Stepping further in, you found the entirety of the locker room vacant, except for a massive boulder leaning up against one of the walls of lockers, a wide jagged mouth hung open and gurgling out slobber. You arched a brow, finally removing your hand from your face and giving a quick glance around.
"Golem?" You repeated, watching the massive mound roll over lazily and scrape against the locker's with a hiss, mumbling something about the mudslides that have been a very big issue lately in another sector.
"New… Dirt… Yeah." Another gargled noise came out of his mouth that was far from human as you stepped over the bench he'd probably been leaning up against at some point before falling asleep. Cautiously, you nudged the top of his clay head with a gentle hand. He only muttered something incoherent and made another attempt to roll away.
"Golem…?" You attempted to grab onto him, giving a light shake. No response. A harder shake. "Golem—!"
"Wah—!" The massive boulder suddenly lurched upright, swinging his massive amalgamation of a fist aside and nearly sending you flying into the wall if you hadn't leapt back in time, a few clumps of clay splattering across your once neatly ironed top. A loud clang erupted as he hit the lockers hard, his other — much smaller — hand flying up to smear the slobber off his chin.
"H-Huh…? Dispatcher…? Shit…" He blinked several times, that brightly glowing gaze finally managing to focus on you. You could only grimace down at the spray of mud covering your front now, a few sloppy clumps falling to the tiles below. You brushed off a few of the fatter bits quietly.
"… I'm guessing… That was an accident… Right?" You arched a brow, Golem sighing and giving a shake of his massive head.
"Sorry… New gummies."
"Yeah… I heard."
A response died in his throat, Golem making a move to stand as he suddenly found himself stuck with a grunt. Your dirtied shirt immediately fell to the back of your mind, the wall of lockers releasing a loud groan catching your attention in an instant. Your jaw fell open, Golem giving a sharp useless yank to his larger arm.
"Golem—" A scrape interrupted you once more, a once pristine metal locker bent practically in half around his fist as he gave another hard tug, threatening to pull the entire wall down with him. You stepped back cautiously, hearing the construct grumble in disproval and preparing to deliver another yank as he pressed his large foot against the metal. "Golem, don't—!"
Another sling of muck was sent your way and a sharp scrape sounded, the door of the locker yanked outwards and warped beyond repair. You clenched shut your gaze, a few hunks of mud spraying over your face as he freed himself, tripping forwards over the bench. With a massive thunk, he fell onto the tiled floor, a few cracking beneath his heft.
"Shit— Are you okay?" You took a step towards him, but he only offered a grumble at the question. For a moment, you could only stare at him as he eyed his massive fist, now covered in scrapes of blue paint. Even the locker's padlock once securing it closed was sinking into the moldable surface of the construct. "… That… Could of gone better," You sighed, the pair of you finally daring to glance towards the locker itself.
Even its door seemed to mock you, reduced to a mangled hunk of metal and releasing a creaking groan as it fell further open.
"… My bad," Golem muttered as he hung his head a little lower. "… That won't come out of my pay… Right?" You could only press a hand to your mouth, both in shock and to muffle a faint titter threatening to grow louder.
"You're definitely paying for that," you asserted. You only stepped closer and waved a dismissive hand to him grumbling in protest at docked pay. "And— you're still out of it. Your shift already started, get up and get something to drink before—" Your knees suddenly locked, the words dying on your tongue in an instant. Golem could only blink, watching as your usually calm gaze went wide and your lips remained parted.
"Uh… Yo, dispatcher…?"
You hadn't even heard him. You could only listen to your own heart beating as you stared at the mangled mess that was the locker. You'd only expected a gym bag or a fresh change of clothes if anything to be inside.
No.
You were instead staring at a picture of you.
Your own ID that you had "lost" several weeks prior, taped to the back wall. You had believed you'd gotten it stolen during the brawl at the villain bar. Apparently not. You took in a steady breath as you took a wobbly step closer. Even after the jostling Golem had given the locker, several spots of its interior were absolutely covered in Polaroids. All of them were pictures of you. At work, at home, in leisure… Even driving.
Settled at the bottom of the locker in a nest of these images, was a single pair of goggles, bright blue and slightly damp.
Waterboy's.
You exhaled softly, your heart settling back into your chest.
Your stalker was one of your own. Someone beneath you.
Good.
He's… Been watching me? All this time? You couldn't believe you hadn't caught him in the act, or realized sooner. His stutter around you always became infinitely worse, then there was the way he had held onto you after you gave him a pep talk on his first day, and of course how excited he had been when let into your apartment for that house warming party. Even some of your other subordinates had teased him indirectly about crushing on someone.
Apparently that "someone" was you.
A slight blush crept up your cheeks, and your lips threatened to twitch into a smirk. He was a meek and gentle thing, and yet he'd chosen you to be enthralled with? His boss, the dispatcher he'd watched beat a man half to death with a pool cue while smelling of cherry vodka in a villain bar?
Seriously?
He hadn't asked you on any sort of date nor truly flirted, unless you counted occasional soggy donuts left behind on your desk when you weren't around. The moisture gave away that they were from him, but you had assumed it was merely a friendly gesture as he did the same for Chase sometimes as well.
Was an actual attempt at flirtation frightening to the hero?
How amusing…
… He was certainly your type.
"… Man… That's fucked." You blinked a few times, the gravely voice of Golem finally snapping you out of your trance. You hadn't noticed he'd heaved himself up to stand beside you with a rumble, a few sharp cracked tile shards stuck to his rear and sinking into his body. You both stared quietly at the locker for a few more moments, Golem's uneasiness at the contents foreign to you. Your only thoughts were on just how to confront Waterboy and his little collection.
You could truly make him squirm…
And do a lot more.
Golem placed the smaller of his two hands onto your shoulder. You found his rocky face and furrowed brow, the hue of his orange gaze dimming just barely as he gave a glance back to the Polaroids.
"Hey… (Y/N)," He spoke with a rumble like that of a distant thunderstorm, rarely one for using your name. "… Need him out? You know I got you." He gave a reassuring pat, turning to leave the locker room without waiting for an answer. You grasped back onto his arm, those sharp acrylic nails catching onto one of his many embedded stones as he stopped once more.
Golem — like most of the team — didn't care much for going to HR. They chose to solve problems themselves, and you could only imagine what he meant by "out." Either dead, in a coma, or somehow something worse.
As you caught the other's worried expression, a smile fell across your face. The same one you'd given when Invisigal had caught Lightningstruck. The same one you'd given Waterboy on the day of choosing him over recruiting Phenomaman. The same one you'd given to Sonar on the day of Shroud's defeat, inviting him back to the team.
As if every little thing were just fine.
"… I'll handle it, Golem." The silence between you two was loud, the distant chattering out in the halls threatening to pierce the walls of the locker room as Golem blinked.
After several seconds, he tilted his large head, glancing back towards the locker shrine. His vision narrowed, and he gave a grumble of displeasure. "… You sure…?" You only gave a nod.
"I'm sure... After this shift. He leaves now or I call him in, it'll make it harder on everyone… And they'll start wanting to know why…" Your reasoning only earned another grumble. It was obvious that he believed a cut was in order, or a hard lesson. Now. You merely gave a pat to his arm. "Think what would happen if they found out… They might kill him."
"Yup." Golem shrugged as if he weren't opposed to the idea.
"Go on… I'll take care of it…" You fixed the cuffs of your button up. "Something goes wrong… I'll call you in first. How does that sound?" You gave a playful poke to his chest, managing to finally get him back on board with that as he gave a gruff noise of approval.
"Fine… You're the boss." He slid an arm around you, drawing you in for a half hug before beginning to head back in the direction of the locker room's exit. He couldn't help but steal another glance towards the shrine as he ducked through the doorway. "Freaky shit, though…"
"I'll catch up in a few… Drink some water! Wake up!" You called after, seeing the still sluggish movements as he barely managed to fit out into the hall. You made a mental note to remind him to check the back of his melatonin bottle tonight. Come to think of it, how did melatonin even work on—? You shook your head, stepping over the bench and back towards the locker that seemed permanently stuck ajar, keeping its interior open to the public. You gave a shake of your head, knowing this simply wouldn't do.
If Waterboy knew you were onto him thanks to someone else stumbling onto the contents of the locker, he might vanish off the face of the Earth to avoid a confrontation. Humming a gentle tune, you merely stepped closer, and took a hold of a Polaroid.
"… Interesting." You flipped it over, finding a damp thumbprint on the back corner. You had no idea how he managed such a shot outside your apartment window. You lived on the third floor, and most of the time had your curtains drawn. You could admit, his sneaky behavior was impressive. Your breathing hitched, suddenly wondering if he had far dirtier pictures of you that he didn't bring to work.
The idea of the poor janitor gasping and whining for a climax, begging for your attention from a single Polaroid of your naked figure made your pussy twitch. You also couldn't help but wonder if he kept the costume on during. Greedily, you snatched another few photos for the road, distracting yourself from such filthy thoughts. If you played this correctly, there would be plenty of time to indulge in your own little fantasies.
Carefully, you nudged the locker's door as closed as it would allow. It groaned and protested, light from the locker room still pouring inside. You narrowed your gaze with a sigh.
Carefully, you hoisted up your leg, that tight pencil skirt riding up and revealing more of your nylons as you aligned the tip of your shoe with the metal edge. A Loud clang erupted as you smashed into the warped corner of the door repeatedly, leaving crescents of color from your high heel behind.
"Stupid — fucking — locker—!" You grumbled through gritted teeth, with every sharp kick forcing it closer to its original shape until you finally felt it wedge back in place. Closed at an odd angle sure, but closed nonetheless. You sucked in a breath, delivering a hard final blow far stronger than the previous ones. As you stepped back and the silence returned, you glanced over your handiwork for a few scrutinizing seconds. The metal that was once flushed with the edges of the locker was now a twisted hunk stuffed awkwardly in place. It looked like it would certainly be difficult to rip back out.
"… Good." You murmured, tucking a strand of hair back into its proper place. Carefully, you tucked the stolen photos you'd snatched into your skirt's pocket, smoothing your outfit down gently, even with massive globs of clay still staining your shirt. You grimaced, glancing towards the row of sinks at the back wall.
—
Even after several minutes of scrubbing, brown residue swirling into the dark drain of the locker room sinks, you felt as if you were somehow worse off. Where once fat clumps had latched onto the fibers of your top, there were now big warped smears of dirt and muck as you seemed to only spread it around. And now, you were halfway soaked, your light blue button up beginning to show the outline of your lacy bra. You sighed, appreciating that Golem's muck had at least been far easier to wipe from your face if anything.
You'd almost returned to scrubbing before the massive clock hung high above caught your attention, revealing that you'd taken far longer down here than you had intended to as you gasped. "Twenty minutes?! Shit—!" Spinning on your heel that had a new blue scuff, you were quick to hurry back into the hall's elevator and decide that dealing with being dirty was a sacrifice you'd make…
Hopefully Mandy had an extra SDN shirt to spare.
You traversed through the halls, stepping past coworkers that stared for far longer than usual as you returned to your desk, seeing the dark brown of Mandy's hair from behind, tucked beneath your headset neatly. You stepped closer, the woman catching your warped reflection in the glow of your monitor.
"Oh, didn't hear you coming! I—" Her cheery smile went into a thin line as she spun around in your chair, coming face-to-face with your front that was soaked and stained. Even the largest clumps you'd managed to scrape off left behind thick globs, making you look as though you'd been through a mudslide. "… Er… What… Happened, exactly?"
"Well…" You trailed, your manager giving a shake of her head as she stood up.
"Nevermind, I don't think I want to know." She handed over your headset, dusting off one of your shoulders lightly, a few crumbs of Golem falling onto the carpet. "Hm… Here, let me get you a new top," She offered with that same smile, stepping past you and heading off towards her office. You could only nod in appreciation, thanking her as she left and sliding back on your headset.
"… Sorry I took so long." You settled back into your chair comfortably. At the very least, your coffee was still warm, the entire team either welcoming you back or chastising you playfully for taking your time. All of course, except for Golem who remained quiet. You slid your fingernail along the stem of your mic, drawing it closer to your lips.
"… Made an interesting discovery in the locker room," You hinted, Visi immediately probing curiously alongside a few of the others. You could just barely hear Waterboy's breath hitch, his mic falling entirely silent as he seemed to mute himself. You let him marinate, enjoying what you could assume was rising panic. You leaned back in your chair with a smug expression. "… I found Golem. Sleeping."
You could hear the mountain chuckle.
"Yeah… She did."
While some team members cracked a few jokes, Waterboy was completely silent for several seconds. Until finally, you could hear him release a breath in relief.
What a fun shift this would be.
—
The end of the work day couldn't come soon enough. With every dispatch, you felt a distinct wetness forming between your legs, taking care to toy with the poor hero as the hours ticked by. You made sure to give special attention and praises when he succeeded, and even when he failed, you'd offer those sweet little pep talks. Hearing him stutter graciously, happily going on whatever mission you wanted without a second thought, well…
Such obedience and eagerness could drive anyone wild.
After an especially nasty scrape involving a wildfire and Flambae's unavailability at the time, you had switched momentarily to a one-on-one line with him. He'd managed to douse the entire field with water, avoid injury, and rescue a civilian. With that same cheery smile, "Good boy," fell from your lips as casually as ever in a gentle purr.
"Oh, i-it was noth— W-Wait, Wh-What?" His usual appreciation of your praises fell short, processing what you'd called him as you took a sip of your coffee. For a few moments, you could practically hear the gears turning in his head as his breathing became far more labored and he forgot to mute himself. With a smug expression across your face, you listened to him begin to fumble over his words, rambling and laughing awkwardly until he finally cleared his throat and restarted.
"… A-Ah… Th-Thank… Thank you, miss…" His voice was shaking. You would have given anything to see him right then. You could almost hear him begin to ask you to do it again before he promptly stopped himself, swallowing hard, and beginning his journey back to base.
He was quiet on the jog back, as if he were letting your words repeat in his head. As he stepped into the building, he finally muttered a second thank you, quiet enough to nearly be missed.
Another shift well done.
Once all of the team had seemingly dispersed, you knew Waterboy would be the last to leave. He usually was, often picking up extra janitorial duties out of habit, even though Mandy had told him several times he didn't have to.
Humming softly to yourself, your trailed through the otherwise abandoned halls of the SDN building, several of the lights turned out, and a majority of the doors locked by now. Just up ahead, you could see a sliver of light cascading from the doorway of the men's locker room onto the floor, a lanky shadow disappearing within.
"Oh— N-No… No, no… No no no no—!" The breathy panic of Waterboy was just barely heard, and you couldn't help but smirk as you slid around the doorway into the locker room. Just as you'd expected, he was stood before the mangled mess of a locker, tugging at its smashed handle desperately. Clearly, he was terrified someone had seen the inside.
Or perhaps it was just smashed and left alone? Who knew of his filthy secret? Had they already told HR? The police? You?
You tilted your head lightly, leaning up against the doorway and watching him tremble, his chest rising and falling quickly as a loud scrape sounded, the locker swinging ajar and the handle threatening to snap off. Revealing the mess of a shrine where a few photos had gone missing, the hero noticing in an instant. With that mischievous grin and a twitch between your legs, you finally cleared your throat loudly to get his attention. "Waterboy, I—"
The shaking mess of a superhero whirled around fast enough to nearly slip on his own puddle, a mixture of his powers and sweat. His once pale face was a bright red, the lanky man nearly stumbling back into his crumpled locker when he realized who had spoken. His color drained in an instant as he noticed two Polaroids between your freshly manicured fingers.
"M-M-M-M…." He swallowed hard, making another attempt at the sentence as he refused to meet your sharp gaze, arms crossed over your sternum and your breasts straining against the shimmering buttons of your replacement top that was just a bit too tight. "M-Miss-D—…Di-Di-ah—… Dispatcher—!" His lip trembled, and you could tell he was threatening to burst into tears. After all, his little secret had just been discovered, and his dream of becoming a hero was forfeit alongside such a well-paying job all because of this stupid crush that had gotten out of hand.
"… Hermie," You stepped closer with a gentle hum, the soaked boy's gaze managing to find you at the mention of such a familiar nickname. Even with how he stood above you, he almost seemed to shrink down to your stature, the boy squeezing his hands hard as if he were wringing out a rag, several droplets falling to the tiles below.
"Mi-Miss… I'm sorry— I—" He fell quiet with a whimper as you carefully pressed a gentle hand to his cheek, feeling his jaw rattling in his mouth through moist skin. He was terrified. "I…" His apology died for the second time, earning a gentle laugh as you held up one of your stolen Polaroids. A simple one of you driving your car, probably after a long shift back home. He couldn't look at it, and you wondered if he'd throw up if you made him.
You weren't interested in creating a bigger mess than necessary, though. So instead, you merely leaned in closer, making an attempt to stand on your tip toes as you slid your arm comfortably around his shoulder, the lanky hero refusing to move. The moisture of his neck seeped into your sleeve as you heard him breathing heavily, as if you'd lose it at any moment. His gaze of blue momentarily managed to find your own, his lip trembling as a tear slid down his cheek.
"I'm s-sorry—" He managed to choke out in a sob, your gentle hush silencing him from babbling further.
"… Cute photos… I had no idea you felt so… Strongly…" You spoke quietly, but even through his stifled breathing and racing heart, he'd clearly heard what you said. With your arm slung around his shoulder, you used your own weight to lower him down to your level just a bit more to meet his gaze easier. "Hermie," you whispered, earning another pitiful breath from the taller man.
He didn't even seem to realize his own hands instinctively landed onto your hips as he seemed to struggle with his next few words, clenching shut his gaze tight. Your warm breath on his neck alone seemed to make him tremble.
"P-Please don't— ah—... I… I de-deserve to be fired—" He sobbed, pressing his damp forehead into your shoulder, your nails trailing up his back lightly as you twiddled with the photograph in your other hand. You supported part of him as he hiccuped and choked out apologies over and over again, your delicate laugh finally hushing him.
"You don't deserve to be fired… Bit extreme, hm?" You felt his arms snake around your waist as he cried louder and his knees threatened to buckle, terrified of letting go as if you'd fire him right then and there no matter how many times you claimed you wouldn't. "Sonar tried to kill me. Remember that…?"
"B-But— I—" He hiccuped pathetically, and you only continued to rub his back and nestle into his shoulder, your lips sliding along his neck. He was absolutely drenched and pathetic, not even noticing as you licked over a droplet. "I-I wanted… To ask—… Y-You on-on— out! It just— got out of h-h-hand-" You listened patiently as he babbled out another incoherent sentence about how you had plenty of other suitors far better than him. Your fingers tightened on the photo they held.
Ah, that damn confidence issue.
"Hermie," Your voice was a soothing whisper, the much taller man burying himself hard into the crook of your neck and probably threatening to smear both water and snot over your collar. You didn't pay it much mind, running a gentle hand through his hair. "… You're still a very good boy, you know that, right?" You purred, and as you heard his breathing get caught in his throat, you knew you'd caught his attention.
"I-I am?" He prodded, leaning into you as if he were keen on hearing it again. You gave a nod, feeling more of his weight against your shoulders as he took in a deep breath of your scented perfume. Trembling fingers around your waist tightened as he held you closer, every part of him straining for more.
"Yes… You are." Your hand trailed up the smooth latex of his suit, hearing a barely audible squeak from the material. "You did amazing today… Stopping fires, helping Prism…" His breath was getting hotter on your neck, his fingers grabbing at the fabric of your shirt desperately. "Such a good boy."
Only a few words, and he was already a mess.
"B-But I—" He attempted to remind you of his crimes, but the sensation of your tongue flicking over his skin silenced him. He could only give a pitiful whimper as you slid your canine up his throat and spoke in a low whisper.
"I think you deserve a reward for being so good…" Your fingers trailed downwards, just barely nudging up against a bulge that was pressing hard against the interior of his suit. "Some… Special attention." You felt him shudder, nearly collapsing to the tiles right there if you weren't holding him up. Your hand slid comfortably over the throb in his pants for a second time, the hero whimpering at such an intimate touch. "Hm…? So excited already?"
"I-I—… Please—" He croaked out a far louder noise than he meant to, earning a gentle laugh. You didn't think turning the boy into even more of a pathetic puddle were possible, yet here you were. "M-Miss… Dispatcher… P-Please…" He whined, his hips suddenly bucking into your hand on instinct as he sought more of the friction you provided.
"Then… Turn around," You commanded with a whisper, Waterboy obliging reluctantly, as if without his arms wrapped around your waist you'd simply vanish.
"Wh-Why— What are y-you—" Before he had the chance to press further, you'd already settled comfortably on the wooden bench of the locker room, using one hand to guide him down to sit in your lap. The hero practically fell into you with a squeak, his back going rigid.
Your thighs were warm, pressing into the coolness of his suit as he panted and held onto the bench. He was completely red, a mixture of shame and desperate want clawing at his insides as you slid an arm comfortably around his skinny waist. Your sleeves became damp the longer you handled him as you placed your chin on his shoulder from behind, pulling him closer to yourself. His breath hitched, Waterboy doing everything but looking at his own destroyed locker and the evidence of his obsession that was on full display.
His lashes fluttered shut as your hand grabbed onto his thigh, sliding upwards in a slow appreciative manner, his legs spreading instinctively to let you touch whatever you wanted.
He could hardly believe you were doing this. Why would you be?
Blonde Blazer and Invisigal were clearly interested, and he'd even heard a rumor that Phenomaman had kissed you at some point.
Picking him out of everyone would be a waste of time.
Your hand brushing against his stiffening cock dispersed his thoughts in an instant, the hero's hips bucking up excitedly. You could only tut, eyeing the tent in his suit and pressing a kiss to his barely visible neck.
"Very sensitive," You purred, pressing the tip of your finger against the head of his still clothed cock and earning a shudder.
"I-It — you're — you j-just—"
You hummed into the crook of his neck as his babbling died, your other hand holding up another photo you'd stolen from his locker. It was a picture of you on your lunch break, devouring one of the fatty snacks from the company's vending machine. Most notably, it was a lower angle, following the line of your nylons up beneath your tight skirt of the day. His face managed to turn a deeper shade of red, huffing out a breath as he glanced away from the evidence.
"So… When did you take this one?" You prodded, your grip tightening on his cock that obediently throbbed in your hand. You could only imagine how much he was already leaking, flipping the photo between your other fingers lightly. The hero could only whimper, avoiding even glancing its way. Were you playing with him before you'd cut him from the team? Was this a test of some sorts? He couldn't concentrate on anything of substance, not with your warm breath tickling his throat and your hand sliding against his clothed shaft. He fought against his own body that wanted nothing more than to be rid of this accursed suit, the hero throwing his head back and whining in anguish.
"Hermie," You spoke far firmer, the hero finally managing to pry open his eyes and glance towards the presented photo. "Answer the question."
"L-Last—!" He huffed as your hand squeezed him tighter in warning, "Last m— N-No… Few weeks ago… A few…" He muttered, feeling you hum in approval and continue fondling him deliciously slow through his suit. Desperate for more, he tried his best to remember the exact day he'd taken it. Through the intoxicating scent of your perfume and your teasing touches however, he could only recall how difficult it had been to get such a photo.
"Do you get off on it…? Your little… Photos?" You taunted with a smirk, making the hero stiffen as your thumb rolled a circle over the throbbing tip of his dick through his suit.
"I—You—I-I don't—!" He whimpered loudly when your grip suddenly tightened again, the timid hero knocking his knees together. You pressed your nose into his skin at such a reaction, your hot tongue stroking up his neck as he trembled and whined for more. "Don't lie to me."
"… Y-Yes—" The admission fell from his lips reluctantly in a squeak, you discarding the photo carelessly to the floor.
"That's a good boy…" You whispered, your hand sliding up the front of his suit, feeling over his latex shell and his hidden trembling skin. He bit his bottom lip hard to suppress a noise as he felt you tug just barely on the tiny zipper over his throat that'd free him and his throbbing desperate cock to the open air.
"Please… Please t-touch me— w-without… Without the suit-" He finished his request quickly, clenching shut his gaze in embarrassment as you gave another tug to the zipper. When you began dragging it down at a snail's pace, he finally huffed out another plea. "I-I… I j-just… Really need y-you — have — needed… You." He almost sounded like he'd begin crying if you didn't help him.
You could only imagine how many times this exact fantasy had run through his mind up until this moment.
"You've thought of this plenty… Haven't you…?" Your smirked into his skin, dragging down his zipper faster and eliciting another noise from the hero. He nodded quickly, his chest beginning to rise and fall fast as you freed his casual wear to the cool air. As expected, he was entirely soaked. "… You wanted to ask me out, you said…" You murmured, your gaze sliding down to the damp boxer briefs with a throbbing tent once restrained behind his costume.
"You think after seeing a movie… Or going out to eat… You'd go with me back to my place, and... Hm… Go on," You prodded lightly, hovering those same firm fingers over his cock that throbbed and wanted nothing more than to fuck your hand into oblivion. He sucked in a breath. "Use your words… What do you want, again?"
"I— P-Please…" His hands tightened, the hero having never said anything quite that vulgar. "… Please touch my er— Dick— … P-Please… Make me… Cum… M-Miss Dispatcher." He couldn't look anywhere else besides his own locker, the source of this entire ordeal as you gave a small chuckle at such an awkward plea. Still, you hooked your thumb onto the band of his boxer briefs, tugging the pair further down and allowing the full length of his cock to spring up into the damp air.
"Good boy," You purred, taking in the sight of his pale throbbing length covered in a sheen of wetness, a dribble of precum sliding free of his circumcised slit. You'd only been able to feel his size, but you had to admit he was impressively large for such a scared sopping wet mess of a hero. "Hm…? Very big," The praise alone was enough to make him twitch, your hand sliding comfortably around the base of his dick.
His hips bucked hard the moment you touched him skin-on-skin, a spurt of precum decorating the tiles and a squeak sounding as his shoes slid. You barely had the chance to settle into a lazy rhythm before he was panting, threatening to cum so soon. As he babbled out praise and apologies for his actions, you only hummed sweetly, biting on his neck and leaving behind several little markings where his costume's loosened collar would luckily cover.
Wouldn't want to get in trouble with HR.
Your other hand slid back into your skirt's pocket, releasing another photo that you briefly glanced towards. A simple shot of you mid-change, unbuttoning your SDN shirt and letting your hair down from its usually perfected style. You gave a short laugh as the hero fucked into your hand desperately in a nonsensical rhythm as all he seemed to be focused on was how absolutely divine your soft palm felt, and how heavenly you smelled behind him.
"Th-Thank you— th-thank you thank you—!" A useless string of appreciation as he humped away, the goggles resting on his forehead fogging up. Your grip tightened on his cock as you continued stroking, eliciting another sputtering whine that quickly died off the moment you revealed your next photo to him.
"Hm… Such a shame you didn't knock on my door, Hermie…" You purred lowly, your thumb rolling over the head of his leaking cock that dribbled so affectionately for you. He leaned back, legs shaking as he seemed stuck on the verge. How deliciously pathetic. "… We could've had some real fun then, hm?"
"M-Miss—" He warned, core flexing as he couldn't look away from the photo he himself had taken. "I-I'm— I c-can't—!" He whined, nearly covering up the nearby sound of new footsteps approaching somewhere down the hall, a loud gravely chuckle bouncing off the walls. You clamped a firm hand over the hero's mouth, earning a muffled whine but utter compliance as expected, your hand stilling on his dick that twitched and leaked over the back of your knuckles.
"So then I said, oh it were nothing… In fact, it were half-off…!" The rich voice of Punch Up chortled, a slap heard as he seemed to clap his hands together at his own joke out in the hall. "… Eh?… Get it?" He added, several seconds of ominous silence following.
"… No. I do not." Came the low deadpan tone of Coupé, making you arch a brow. You didn't know why they were here so late, but that was a problem you could deal with in the morning, your grip loosening just barely on Waterboy's mouth. You could feel his racing heart at the notion of being caught in the act of such a filthy little game, his breath hot against your hand and his eyes wide.
"Er… Well the joke—"
You stopped paying attention to whatever Punch Up planned to explain, your gaze sliding back to the still twitching hero in your hand. You leaned into his skin, your lips bumping into the lobe of his ear.
"… Don't cum." Without warning, your hand wrapped around his cock slid back into a rhythm, ruthless long drags that made the hero moan desperately into your palm. He pressed himself back into you hard, fighting off the urge to fuck up into your grip as he was reduced to a twitching needy mess teetering on the edge. Tears threatened to well up in his eyes as you coaxed him closer to his climax, releasing a loud muffled noise.
"You're going to get us caught… Do you want that…? How pathetic..." You purred into the nape of his neck as he shook his head quickly, red cheeks glowing darker at such a filthy thought. You pressed several kisses further along, the hero reaching one of his hands up and grasping onto your forearm, clinging onto you as if you were a lifeline.
You suddenly bit his neck, pinching and sucking a new hickey into place as another strung moan finally made the distant talking and approaching footsteps fall silent.
"Uh… You hear somethin'?…" Punch Up's curiosity threatened to make Waterboy's heart explode as he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and clenched shut his gaze, desperate to fight against the pooling heat in his stomach as you sucked and bit at his neck. His balls only twitched, the head of his cock spurting a dribble of precum needily.
He couldn't do this for much longer—!
"… No," Coupé retorted bluntly, clearly uninterested in lingering any longer at the SDN building. Even if she had definitely heard something. "… Our reservation is soon." She added, earning a huffed gasp from Punch Up as their footsteps resumed immediately.
"Shite—! I forgot—!" Came the man's response, a few more short replies from Coupé sounding as the pair became distant, and the echoing whimpering of Waterboy was your only remaining noise.
You continued licking over a newly placed hickey, huffing breaths hitting the back of your hand as the hero writhed in your arms, threatening to spill, his balls clenching tight and his entire body trembling as you finally freed your hand from his mouth.
"P-Please—! I- I ca-can't—!" He practically wailed, loud and needy as your strokes grew hastier and irregular, as if you were desperate to milk him and force every moan out of his trembling shaking body. "Please—!"
"Go on, then… Cum," You instructed with a half-lidded gaze, the hero writhing in your lap suddenly going rigid as a hot string of cum shot out of his cock, falling over the broken locker and splattering onto several photos he'd taken of you. He leaned back, pressing his face into the warmth of your hair as he choked on cries and sobs, thanking you as he just kept cumming.
You hushed him, reaching up and tenderly feeling over your stalker's jaw as your other hand kept milking him, several more spurts following from just how pent up he'd become, the liquid dribbling over your knuckles and onto the tiles. Glancing over the mess he made, you could only press a kiss to his wet skin.
"Such a good boy for me…" You cooed, earning another pathetic dribble of cum as he whimpered and leaned into you, running his other hand through your hair.
"Th—… Thank you… Miss Dispatcher…" He murmured, a mixture of tears and water sliding off his jaw as you held him steady for a few moments. He turned just barely in your lap with a huff of air, feeling over the marks you'd left behind. Finding his puffy eyes and leaning upwards, you placed a gentle kiss to his lips that he quickly leaned into, fast enough to nearly knock his teeth into your own.
He didn't even seem to notice when your hand slid free of his cock, the hero's hands desperately coming up to cup your face in the kiss. You slid your tongue past his lips, Waterboy inviting you into his mouth needily and locking his tongue onto yours. The locker room filled with the wetness of your passionate kiss, and only when you had tasted him in his entirety and had to breathe, did you finally pop free.
Your chests rose and fell shakily, cheeks red and your gazes finding one another for a few quiet moments.
"P-Please, let me—" He hooked his fingers onto the hem of your skirt, wanting to repay your efforts with his own. Even with your panties soaked with lust for the whiny obedient little hero, you placed a gentle hand over his own, pressing your lips to his forehead instead. He'd have to work harder than that for such a delicious privilege. He frowned, his gaze searching your own. "You're— … You're g-going to fire me, a-aren't you?" He finally added, glancing back to his defiled locker. "Th-That's what that was, the— You're— … Getting rid of me…?" You could just barely see his bottom lip trembling again and tears welling up in his eyes as you gave a pitying smile.
"Hermie…" You leaned in, cupping his face and having him look at you once more. "How could I ever get rid of you…?" You murmured gently, the hero sniffling and a few tears slipping free.
"I just— I mess up… All the time… And it — I — didn't— I didn't last l-long-" You pressed a hand over his lips to quiet him, Waterboy's gaze trembling as he searched your own.
"You did great… And besides, you're a part of this program. This team. Nothing will change that… Not even a few photos... Little stalker." You teased, earning a few more pitiful cries. You merely continued your doting reassurance, pulling him into a tight embrace and cradling the hero for as long as he needed. With kisses speckled across his face and a few tears wiped away, he finally gathered himself back into the confines of his suit, with your help of course.
"I'll uhm… I'll… C-Clean this up…" He wrung his hands nervously as he stood up, glancing from the pool of his powers mixed with his spilled climax splattered alongside a few gathered photos. Standing up from the damp bench, you took a step closer to help him, scooping up a few of the pictures from the floor with a hum. He could only frown.
"N-No— Really… It's my mess… Thank y-you f-for… Offering though… You—… You really mean a lot to me... You— Please…" He murmured quietly as he worked to clean up the mess on the floor. You took care to scoop up the remainder of his photos with a gentle sigh, reluctantly obliging with the other's pleading.
"Well, in that case…" Stepping towards the hero, he still stiffened nervously as if the threat of him being fired were still very possible. You only gave a lopsided grin, holding up the bundle of soiled photos and placing them into his trembling palm that stilled the moment you touched it.
"… I'll see you tomorrow morning, then." You gave another reassuring pat to his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek that seemed to finally relax his nerves. Making your way back towards the exit of the locker room, the clicking of your heels a calming sound to the hero's rattling heart, you still paused in the doorway.
You glanced back a final time, his water abilities completely soaking through your SDN top and a few drops slipping down your hand. He was still very dazed from your handling, even after all the snuggling and cuddling you'd given. You gave that same smile as you caught his tired gaze.
"… Go on," You insisted, earning a few confused blinks as he glanced about himself. When the realization seemed to finally strike him, his back lurched up straight and he cleared his throat quickly.
"W— Will you go o-on a d-date…? With me? Thur — no — Friday? Eh… D-Dinner? Sushi? Phe— Phenoma — ah — man told me… A good place." Even as he struggled through the proposition and glanced away several times with that bright red face of his, your heart couldn't help but flutter at such an adorable sight.
Even now you could barely believe he was your stalker.
"Of course. After work…" Your eyes fell halfway shut, watching as the man seemed to melt into his own relief as if this were a dream come true. You only shrugged smugly. "But… We'll probably get to know each other a lot more before then."
If only you had whatever camera he'd used to take his little pictures.
Because the face he made in that moment was something you wanted to remember forever.