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He can remember in detail the first time you both met. In his hand was a piece of paper, the name "Munchkins Cafe" was scribbled. He looked back up to see the large sign above the door. "Munchkins Cafe" was written in large bubbly font. 

"I made it." Leon grumbled and shoved the note into his pocket. With a deep sigh, he pushed his hair back before grabbing the cafe door and pushing it in. A small bell rung as he stepped inside.

"Welcome!" The interior immediately made him feel welcomed. Faint conversations went on around him as he looked around, thankfully it didn't seem so busy. The cafe smelt amazing, Leon felt as if he could start drooling any minute. He caught himself first, and realized he really should order. 

"Hi! Do you know what you'd like?" The person behind the counter greeted. 

"Uh… Could I try the… Cheesecake muffin? With a small hot chocolate." 

"Of course! The cheesecake muffin is a really good choice. It's my favorite item right now. Your total is $5.30," Leon shuffles around his pocket before finding a 10 dollar bill. "And your order number is 36, we'll call it out when it's ready!" Leon gave a quick nod before stepping out of line. He found a small booth by the window. He glanced to the watch on his wrist, 3:28pm. He felt out of place, plushies scattered around and lots of pink decor filled the cafe. 

He had heard a few of his coworkers talk about how much their wife's loved the place so he decided why not. What he didn't realize is just how cutesy this place would be. Leon didn't have many experiences going to cafes but he thought it was just usually coffee and a few sweets. God, he must look so strange here. 

"Order 36!" The calling of his number snapped him out of his thoughts. Scooting out of the booth, Leon headed to the pickup counter. 

"I hope you enjoy!" It was the same worker that took his order. 

"Thanks." She were still in the process of putting down the hot chocolate as Leon reached out to grab it. Their fingers made brief contact before Leon froze. A jolt of electricity stunning the poor man. It was like a fairy tail, the shock that all those romance movies had been teaching him about. Leon looked towards the worker, eager to see his true love. 

You watched as the young man in front of you froze, no longer trying to take the drink from your hands. 

"Sir?" Your words broke him from his trance. 

"O-oh right. Sorry." His face flushed pink before grabbing his items and swiftly turning around and heading back to the booth. 

"Huh…" You muttered to yourself before turning your attention back to the customer in line. 

"Hi! Do you know what you'd like?" 

While the guy behind the counter was quite attractive, you really didn't think about it again. He on the other hand, was replaying this scene over and over in his head everyday. That jolt of electricity. It meant something. You just must've not reacted because you were on the job. It might've come off unprofessional of course. Or maybe you were nervous he didn't feel the jolt and didn't want to get turned down. But he knew that you were meant to be his, but now he had to figure out what to do.

It didn't take long for him to figure out your shifts. You worked every Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. Usually from 11am to closing at 7pm. You didn't have a car, do you walked instead and to Leon's great worry, you lived in the not-so nice neighborhood in an apartment, 4th floor. Leon himself was already familiar with the street since he was frequently tasked with rounds there. 

How could you live somewhere so dangerous. His stomach churned with the thought of something happening to you. A young, beautiful person. What if a not so nice guy set his sights on you? Well he couldn't allow that of course. He decided he'd walk you to and from work, he could step in if any scoundrel decided to make a move. 

As unaware as you typically are, it really didn't take you long to notice someone had started following you every morning and evening. They never walked too close behind you, and wore a hoodie so their head was covered. At first you just tried to convince yourself that they just happened to be going in the same direction, on the same days, at the same times. But it was getting really hard to feel that way when you noticed the same figure whenever you went out with your friends or to get groceries. Oh, it didn't help that there was a mysterious dark car showing up outside your building every night as well. Some mornings you would go to leave and find a bouquet of flowers laying on your door mat. This went on for a few weeks before you finally confided in your best friend. It was getting harder to leave your apartment, your mom had started dropping off your groceries for you. Thankfully you had some PTO saved up and started using that instead of going to work.

"I really think you should go to the police hun." Your best friend wrapped her arm around you, letting you rest your head on her shoulder.

"I mean… They really haven't done anything. Maybe it's a misunderstanding?" She shook her head. 

"They haven't done anything. Yet. I can go to the station with you if it would make you feel better." You shrugged and pulled away.

"No, it's okay. I know you're busy. I'll go tomorrow, I promise."

"Call me after?" 

"Of course."

The next day you spent a little more time in getting ready. It was the first time that week you'd really looked at yourself in the mirror. 

"I have eye bags." You sighed before grabbing your bag. A quick peak outside your window, no black car in sight, you decided it was time to leave. 

The RPD was unusually busy today. Many calls were sending his follow officers out and the ones who weren't out were busy dealing with people who came in. Being the rookie, Leon was stuck at desk duty until something boring would come up and they'd task him with it. He was going through the papers at a slower rate, his thoughts only on you. You hadn't been leaving these apartment so often, he was almost at his tipping point. He'd just have to break in, for a wellness check of course. 

"Leon!" The receptionists voice called out to him. 

"Hm?" He swiveled in his chair to look at the voice. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you, shyly standing behind the receptionist. You weren't looking at him, too busy fidgeting with the hangnail on your thumb. 

"She came in to make a report about a possible stalker. Can you help them?" He nodded, maybe with a little too much eagerness.

"Yes! I- My name is Leon Kennedy. Please, take my seat." He jumped up, hands pointing to the chair. 

"Thank you Mr.Kennedy." 

"Please, you can just call me Leon," He grabbed and empty seat and pulled it up next to you. His shoulder brushed yours and he had to bite his lip to stop from groaning. "So please. Talk to me about this stalker situation." 

You nodded and started to explain. As you spoke, Leon wrote into his note pad. He could feel his palms getting sweaty, listening to you explain with a shaky voice what's been going on for the past several weeks. His heart ached, not realizing what turmoil he'd been putting you through. Yet, you were sitting soooo close to him right now. He could actually smell your perfume. He could feel himself getting excited, he wished you could always stay this close. 

By the end of your explanation, you had started crying. Leon quickly shot up to grab you some tissues. He looked so uncomfortable as you recalled everything and you couldn't help but notice how young he looked. He had to have been around his early twenties. Maybe 21-22? You were a few years older but here he was with some sort of career while you were stuck at a cafe with minimal pay and a stalker. 

"Sorry sorry. I really was trying not to cry." You cracked a fake smile. 

"No it's okay. I understand you're in a scary situation." He smiled, and with some boldness, he placed his hand on top of yours. 

"Since he hasn't done anything I'm not sure we can do anything…" Your stomach fell and Leon could see what little hope you had get crushed. "But. I could escort you to and from work? I can stay outside your apartment as well to make sure he doesn't come near?" He held his breath, waiting for your reaction. 

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. But you were desperate at this point. What if your best friend was right and he was going to escalate? You were running out of PTO and sick days as well. 

"Okay… I would appreciate it, Leon."

Monday rolled around sooner than you wanted. Your manager was excited that you were finally coming in, much to your dismay. Your stomach churned as you stood in front of the front door. It'll be okay. 

As you headed outside the building, you noticed the police car parked near the entrance. In the drivers seat sat Leon, and when he saw you he started excitedly waving. He looked so happy to see you, almost like a golden retriever. 

When you got closer, he rolled the passenger window down. 

"Sit up here!" You glanced to the seat and then to the backseat.

"Are you sure? I can sit in the back." Leon frowned and shook his head. 

"I can't have my guest in the back. Come up here, its better." You nodded and got in. The car ride was awkward. You were just wasting this officers time when he could be doing something like stopping a bank robbery or whatever cops did. He didn't have any music playing which really let you bury yourself in your thoughts. 

It felt like forever but he finally pulled into the lot of Munchkins. You were able to grab your bag off the floor before you paused. Had you told him where you worked?

"Hey um. Leon. Can I ask you a question?" 

"You just did," He chuckled. "Yeah, what's up?" 

"Did I mention where I worked?" Leon coughed harshly before gathering his composure. 

"Y-Yeah. You uh mentioned it during your report the other day." You furrowed your brows, trying to remember. You must've. 

"I must have just forgotten. Thank you Leon for the ride. I get off at 7." He nodded and watched intently as you walked into the cafe. 

Things progressed like this for a few weeks. Every morning he'd pick you up and every evening he would come in to order a dessert before it closed. He even gave you his phone number so you could text him if you wanted to go out. You weren't really sure how he was finding the time for all this though. 

Finally glad to be able to get out of the apartment, you decided it would be great to go to the mall on one of your off days. 

You: Hey Leon :) I'm not sure if you're off but I was wondering if you'd want to go to the mall with me? 

A minute later you heard a ping. 

Leon: That sounds lovely. Can I pick you up in 30?

You: Perfect!

Today felt like a good day. You applied your favorite lipstick and one of your go-to-outfits before you got the text saying he was here. 

"Wow, you look lovely today." Leon's compliment threw you off for a moment, he sounded so sincere. 

"Awe thank you. Also, are you sure going out with me isn't getting in the way of anything?" He smiled and shook his head. 

"Nope. You got me for the next…" He looked at his watch. "6 hours." You giggled.

"I'm sure I'll be done before that."

The mall trip went great. Not once did the hooded figure cross your mind. You got to learn more about the nice officer who'd been helping you out. He was orphaned at a young age when his family was killed. But luckily he was saved by a police officer, which is what inspired him to be one too. He's only been on the force a year though, but he's really looking forward to moving up in the next few years and maybe solving some cold cases. You didn't want to leave, finally having so much fun but Leon needed to start getting ready for a night shift. 

"We should do this again." Leon's voice called out to you as you stepped out. 

"I would like that." You waved goodbye as he drove away. 

It had been a few months and you hadn't seen the hooded figure in a while. Leon's presence must've scared him off. You were sad, if he was gone then Leon wouldn't need to stick around. It's weird to be sad about not having a stalker anymore but with Leon being around so much, you were used to him. It was probably time to start relying on him less. 

You: Hey Leon :) I don't think ill need you for a ride tomorrow. I appreciate you being so helpful <3

Leon: Are you sure? Call me if something happens. 

Leon stared at the phone for a while. You didn't need him? But, what if the hooded man came back again? That wouldn't be good…

By Saturday you were feeling great. No stalker which meant finally having peace. You and your friends decided it would be a great time to go out and celebrate. Although your best friend was skeptical at first, I mean they never caught the guy, you convinced her. And who isn't down to get drunk with your girlfriends? 

Sitting at a round booth with your friends, you were having the time of your life. The booth had plush velvet seats and a small karaoke machine and screen. Several songs in and a few shots, you caught a glance of a hooded figure sitting at the bar on the opposite side of the room. You tried to ignore it and go back to the song, but you couldn't. They were just sitting there, no drink or anything. The shift in your energy must've been noticeable as your best friend grabbed your shoulder, whispering in your ear,

"Is everything okay?" Her voice was laced with concern. You fought the urge to vomit.

"Y-Yeah. I don't think the vodka is um. Sitting well. I think I'm going to go home."

"Are you sure? Do you want me to go home with you? I can get us a taxi." You shook your head. 

"No. I'm okay. Thank you. "

You said your goodbyes and left. It was a little after 12am so all the light you had were the streetlamps and the occasional car that drove by. It felt like every few seconds you would check behind yourself to see if you saw anyone. Your hand clutched your phone. God, you wanted to call Leon so bad. It was late, and while you weren't completely drunk, you didn't want him to see you like this. While it wasn't professional… the time you spent with him during the last few weeks was nice. He had a habit of trying to make you smile if you had a bad morning or shift. Not only was he sweet, he was pretty attractive. Once you asked him for a ride and he must've been coming from the gym as he was wearing gray sweatpants and a black tank top. His arms were pretty toned and while they weren't massive, his chest seemed pretty defined. 

About a block from your apartment, your ears picked up on the sound of walking. A quick glance behind you, you noticed a figure, about 100 feet behind you. Once again, the figure was hooded, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. Your pace picked up, and so did the sound of steps. Your heart could jump out of your chest at any minute. You didn't want to die. You weren't going to die. As you could feel the figure getting close, in a last ditch effort you kicked your 10 dollar heels off and made a sprint for it. You clutched your purse to your chest trying to ignore the small rocks pricking at your feet. It took everything in your power to not stop but you felt some sort of relief when you saw your building. 

Almost there… And the door slammed shut behind you. Your hands fumbled with the lock and chain latch but you did it. You could barely breathe but you did it. You grabbed your phone and dragged yourself to your bedroom, locking the door. While it was comforting to be inside, you feared the stalker now knew where you lived and it wouldn't be long before he tried to break in. Your trembling hands searched through your contacts until you landed on Leon. 

It rang twice before you were greeted with his comforting voice. 

"Hey. Is everything okay?" You could imagine Leon rubbing his eyes, his voice sounded so sleepy. 

"Y-Yeah. Well. No. I- Something happened. Could you come over?" 

"What do you mean something happened? I'll be over a few minutes, just give me a second." The sound of shuffling came from his end.

"Alright… Can you text me when you're here?" 

"Of course." You hung up and sighed. He said he'd be quick and you trusted him. You stayed curled up, eyes locked on the clock. The feeling of warm wet tears ran down your face. Your makeup was ruined and he was going to see you like this. But you couldn't bring yourself to clean it off. Your legs still felt like jello but you also didn't want to miss his text. 

Your phone dinged and you could see the flash of Leon's text. 

Leon: I'm outside your door. 

With the strength you could muster, you pushed yourself up met Leon at the door. When the door opened, his faced contorted from confusion to worry. His hair was disheveled, some of the strands sticking to his forehead. His face looked flushed and you could see droplets of sweat on his face. His clothes were casual, a blue R.P.D hoodie and gray sweatpants. 

"Hey Hey Doll. What happened?" You closed and latched the door once again. If you were in a better state, you would've thought more about the nickname Leon gave you, something he hadn't done before. His hand found itself on your shoulder, bringing you to your couch. He sat next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and bringing you comfort. 

You sniffed. 

"I-I went out with the girls. And. While I was there, there was this hooded figure. I didn't see their face but they just sat there. " You took a second to breathe, Leon's eyes stayed on you intensely. "I left. And when I was walking back there was someone behind me. I think it was the same hooded figure from the club. He started speeding up and I ended up kicking my heels off so I could run back here. I think it was him Leon. My stalker." His hand had founds its way to your head, gently cradling it. You started to cry again while explain what happened to Leon. 

"It's all my fault. I went out without you and he came back. " He felt so warm. Your face rested on his shoulder while his hand continued to cradle your face. His other hand found your hand that was resting in your lap and gently grabbed it. His slender hands rubbed the top of your hand as he reassured you. 

"Shhh It's okay. I promise he won't bother you again. I won't let him." His words turned into a growl for just a moment. Butterfly's swarmed your stomach. 

You looked so beautiful crying on his shoulder. You were still in that tight black dress you were wearing at the club. As you cried, it was slowly riding up, the sight of your plush thighs could've killed him right then. The longer he looked at your crying form, he could feel the pressure building up. He hoped his inappropriate boner wouldn't be too noticeable. 

"Leon…" You whimpered out, moving your head to look at you.

"Yes doll?" Your eyes looked so big, your lips slightly parted. He would remember this forever. 

"Thank you. For taking care of me." His heart tugged at your words. They sounded so sincere and so beautiful. And you didn't know that all your issues were because of him. But that's okay, you'd never find out. And if you did, he's sure he could convince you it was all so he could take care of you. 

Having waited long enough, he hurriedly threw his lips against yours, his hand grabbing the of your head, keeping your head still. Your eyes widened in surprise, but the taste of his vanilla chap stick had you in a trance. His tongue pushed against your lips and without any hesitation, you opened up. He was free to explore your mouth and god did he love it. He groaned, now fully erect. It was hard to not just push you down and take you then. But Leon was a gentleman, he was going to take care of you first. His other hand snaked its way under your dress, pressing his tips into your covered clit. You moan into the kiss and he saviors that first noise. But he knows he needs more. 

He pulls away from you and you only have a moment of confusion before you're falling backwards, back pressed into the sofa. Leon hovers you before leaning back into the kiss. His left knee finds itself between your thighs, pushing against you. One of his hands grabs your breast. 

Even with your clothes you feel so soft to him. He fondles your breast. enjoying how soft they are, moving perfectly as he feels the up. His erection strains in his sweatpants. Leon pulls away again. 

"Please. Please let me taste you." There's a whine to your voice and you can feel the throbbing in your clit, watching him staring down you at. You can feel the heat in your cheeks and you turn your head, unable to stand his look. 

"Okay.." The word is almost quite from your mouth but it's enough that he can hear it. He scoots himself back a little, picking your thighs up. You squeak at the sudden movement, your ass hanging in the air. It's a strange position but you stop thinking about it when you feel his nose press against your clothed cunt. 

He can't help but take a deep smell. It only encourages him more, his tongue pressing against your panties. He could feel and taste just how wet you were already. He groans in anticipation. He doesn't last long with this teasing before hes pulling the thin fabric to the side. 

Your cunt is glistening in slick , a beautiful sight to Leon. You wait with anticipation as his tongue pokes at your bud. You bite your lip and your legs try to squeeze together but his body keeps them apart. 

"Have you been waiting for this?" Leon teases before he dives in, his tongue flicking your clit with strong pressure. He plays around with it for a little before his tongue brushes against your folds and slips in with ease. 

"Fuck." You moan, clutching the cushions of the couch. 

Your taste is everything to him. He would often touch himself while waiting in his car during the night, thinking about you and this. Of course the actual thing was way better than he thought it would be. He could feel the pre-cum building on his tip as he feasted on you. He loved feeling and tasting how wet you had gotten for him. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

It didn't take long before you could feel the knot building in your core. Your hand gripped his dirty blonde hair and instinctively thrust into his face. Leon groaned from the sensation of his hair being pulled. 

"L-Leon, I think I'm going to cum." You moaned. Your hips rocked with his movements until you finally reached your high. Your grip tighten on his poor hair, moaning his name. Once he could tell you were coming down, he pulled away. His mouth was soaked between his spit and your juices, it was even dripping down to his chin. He grinned, looking down at your already exhausted state. 

"Are you feeling any better?" Your arm was resting over your eyes, taking deep breathes trying to collect yourself again. 

"Of course."

"Would you like to rest on your bed?" 

"Oh yeah, sure." You were about to sit yourself when the feeling of two arms scooping you interrupted. "W-wait Leon-" Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to get a sense of stability. 

"hm? I'm just taking care of my princess." You knew he was an officer but the ease at which he's able to carry you surprises you. It was as if you were just a feather to him and you couldn't help but feeling yourself get wet once more. 

He gently places you on your bed, head atop of your pillow. He hovers over you, his nose pressing the tip of your own. 

"Do you want me to keep going?" His voice is almost a hush as he stares right into your soul. Your cheeks heat at the question and you want to break the eye contact so hard, but something felt like he would leave if you did. Slowly you nod your head. 

"More than anything." He pulls away and his hands are quick to pull off his hoodie, along with the tank top he had underneath. Next were his sweatpants along with his boxers. In front of you was the complete and naked body of Leon S. Kennedy. You weren't a "pure" girl or anything so you can't deny you'd thought about what he'd look like and wow, you were impressed. His chest was well defined, the beginnings of a chiseled chest were showing. Your eyes trailing down weren't sure if they should be looking at just the intense v-line or the happy trail. Of course you couldn't ignore the elephant in the room. 

You've been with a few guys in the past but you know none of them, and probably no one in the future, could compare to what Leon had been packing. You want to say his beautiful cock was 9inches give or take (probably give). His tip was a beautiful hue of pink, covered with the pre-cum that had been building up. It lightly jumped as Leon felt the intensity of your stare. 

"Is it that good?" He smirks, knocking you out of your thoughts. You grab one of the extra pillows on the bed and chuck it at him. 

"That's not nice." Leon pouts. You cross your arms over your bare chest. 

"Teasing me isn't nice either." He laughs before getting on the bed. He grabs your legs and pulls you towards him, both legs on each side of him. His cock sits above your cunt, leaking on you. 

"I want you. I want you so bad. And I need to hear you say you want me again." Leon whines, slowly moving his hips to rut on you. Your heart flutters as his needy tone. He leans forward, getting close to you. 

You move your hands so they're cupping his face. 

"I want you Leon. I only want you." His lips met yours in intense passion. He shifted as he kissed you, allowing you to feel his tip align with your entrance. His kiss deepens, his hips slowly moving, pushing himself in you. You moan into the kiss feeling as he stretches you from inside. When Leon separates from you, a string of saliva keeps you both connected. 

"You feel so good. So wet for me." He whimpers in your ear. The words cause you to contract, and Leon moans. 

One of his hands finds themselves on your breast, gently fondling it. He feels so good but the speed at which thrusts into you is excruciating slow and you just want more. 

"P-Please Leon. Faster." You beg, arms wrapped around his shoulders. 

"Anything for my princess." His hips roughly rock into you, his speed and the force he uses picking up. Your breasts bounce with the force, his fingers pinching your nipples. The force is enough to cause tears to prick, his cock tearing the inside of you up. 

"Fuck baby. You feel so good." Leon moans, rubbing his nose into the crook of your neck. 

"You're making me feel so good. You're so big." You mewl in response.

"That's right," He grunts, "My cocks making you feel good. My cock belongs to you princess." His words are the pushing force, your climax building up once again. 

"I'm going to c-Cum again. "

"Yes, cum on me. Please. Let me cum in you. Pleaseeee. I need it." Leon begs in your ear, his movements becoming sloppier by the second. The thought of his seed filling you up was all you needed, with a load moan you climax on his cock. 

"Yes! Cum in me Leon." Before he finishes, Leon pulls you into a rough, passionate kiss before he gives his final thrust. His cum feels warm as it fills you completely, marking your inside as Leon's. He rides out his climax, with slow and gentle thrusts, making sure to push it all in you. 

You feel covered with sweat and feel tired but so good at the same time. The feeling of Leon pulling out makings you gasp with how empty it feels. He lays next to you, wrapping his arm around your figure and planting a kiss on your forehead. 

"Let me hold you for a minute and then I'll clean you up darling." You nod, eyes closing. You're going to sleep well tonight. 

He knew you were the type of gal his mother wouldn't approve of. Now, his mama's a good lady, "Remember Clark, never judge a book by it's cover" She'd drilled that line into his head so many time's he can only hear her voice when he thinks of it. So when he met you, he took her words to heart. A woman's free to wear the all the mini skirts and crop tops she wants, it ain't his place to judge.

Unfortunately you were just as sinful as you looked.

I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me

When we're alone

You can hold My hand if no one's home

"Clarkieeee, babyyyy." You were whining in his ear. The current situation? You'd just pulled him into the (tiny) supply closet of Daily Planet. He's hunched ridiculously right now and he's just praying the both of you aren't caught. At least not before his erections gone. You're kissing his neck and it's driving him crazy, he knows you applied that bright red lipstick before you shoved him in here. You're doing this on purpose.

"H-Hun. Please, w-we can do this later, at my place." He's begging. He's basically hanging onto a thread. The only thing keeping him from taking you now is the fact 1) tiny space (he's sure you're flexible enough to make it work though) and 2) His coworkers, and ex- Lois, are right outside the door.

"If you keep quiet no one will know~" You hum in his ear. Your breath still smells like mint from your toothpaste. Your breast is squished him against and he can feel that you didn't wear a bra today.

"If people see us-"

"Are you so worried about being seen with me?" He's taken back, Clark's not used to you being so forward with him. Your words felt harsh, and sounded defeated. You knew what the answer was, and you'd know for a while but you just wanted believe it wasn't true.

"What? n-No doll. That's not-" He's lying. You're a beautiful woman, and god did he like you. The way you moan his name, and he found it so sweet how you'd leave little notes in his lunchbox, always signed with your lips in whatever lipstick you were wearing that day. But you were his secret and he wanted to keep it that way. His mama had already made it clear she wasn't found of the woman. "Why'd you end things with Lois? She's a sensible young woman Clark."

"Omg, You were like this with your Mom. A-And you haven't said anything to Jimmy, your best friend. " Your voice is raising.

"Wh-What?"

"Clark! He still hits on me. NO ONE knows about us. More people know about your secret identity than about us. Is it me?"

"Doll-"

"I'll text you later." You cut him off, even in the terrible lighting, he could clearly see the disappointment on your face.

You weren't going to cry right now, at least not in front of him. With that you leave, leaving Clark alone in some dingy closet.

Your text didn't come for another four days.

Do you like it when I'm away?

If I went and hurt my body, baby

Would you still love me the same

How did you find out he was superman? Your memory is a little hazy about the whole thing. You'd been out with your girls, and you're not really sure how many shot's you'd had. 5? 9? Well it didn't matter. He could hear your voice outside your apartment door, saying goodbye to all your friends followed by the sound of your key turning the knob.

"Heyyyyyy Kittyyy Kittyyyyy." You're stumbling into your apartment, your bag falls onto the floor and you're kicking off your heels.

"Kitttyyyy where are you? Ki- EEEEEK!" You're stumbling back and before you hit the floor, he's there. Superman. He's bruised, and his suits completely torn, and maybe you can't help but feel just a little aroused. I mean, you came home and now you're being held by a bloody (and super attractive) man?

"Hun, you gotta be careful." You might be a little drunk, but the way he speaks gets your gears turning, he just sound's so much like your coworker (and situationship? Boyfriend? Unsure right now) Clark.

"C-Clark?" You squint your eyes, staring at the face of the man holding you. He smiles,

"Yes doll."

"Omgomgomg no way!!" It's like you've been flooded with energy, excitedly jumping up and from his arms. It's Superman! If you were a 13 year old boy your room would be covered with posters and actions figures of the man. He's going to have to bake some muffins for your neighbors downstairs as an apology.

"Doll, Please, calm down." He tries to grab your hands to calm you down but you're pulling, causing him to wince.

"Omg wait. You're bleeding!" Your eyes finally lock onto the massive bruise on his ribs and realize, wait that's a lot of blood, you go into a state of panic.

"I-It's okay. I'll be fine in the morning. I just needed to see you." He pulls you in, hand against the back of your head, just holding you. Your arms wrap around him and you just feel so good.

"Bed?" You mumble in his chest.

"Let's go darling." He picks you up, and you can't help but giggle. You're being held by the Superman. He helps remove the black body suit you were wearing, since you started crying, "It's tooooo tight. Clarkkkkkkk." and stomping your feet. "Okay Okay. Hold on."

When you're finally in your bed, he pulls the cover up and kisses your cheek. "Clark?" "Hm?"

"I love you." Clark smiles, more like forces one. "I know Doll."

-

"Hey doll?"

"Mhm?"

"Do you have a cat?"

"What? Of course not silly. You've been over here before LOL!" Clark grins before setting down your cup of coffee.

"Of course. Silly me."

I can feel all my bones coming back

And I'm craving motion

Mama never really learned how to live by herself

It's a curse and it's growing

You've met his mama once. His birthday was just around the corner and being the darling woman she is, thought she'd pay metropolis a visit. The hall of Daily Planet was busy, staff were running around, papers were flying and she couldn't see her son. Everyone had some major deadline that week so the place felt very overwhelming.

"Mrs. Kent?" Martha's eyes lit up when she spotted Lois.

"Lois! Dear!" Her arms were outstretched and Lois happily embraced the sweet woman.

"It's been so long! I hope everything's been great?" The pair hadn't seen each other in months, and it was the first time they were finally seeing each other since Clark ended things with Lois. "Oh look at you darling, you're still so beautiful."

"Thank you Mrs.Kent I-" "Darling, I've told you, you can just call me Martha." "Y-yes of course, Martha. I've been great. You're looking good yourself."

"Mama?"

"Clark!" Mama Kent rushed to hug her son, the height difference standing out when he bent to return her hug.

"Mama, what are you doing here?" His ear tips flushed red. More, and more of his coworkers were starting to stop and stare. All of them interested in the famous Mama Kent.

"Can't a woman see her favorite son for his birthday?" She jokingly slaps his chest.

"Clarkkkkk!!" Of course you'd have to show right now. You're rushing into the lobby, the sound of your heels hitting the tiles would've told everyone it was you, even if you hadn't yelled. You're wearing your favorite outfit, a mini denim skirt with what was originally a lingerie baby doll dress (that Clark bought you) as a top. You're rushing to him frantically, waving your hands desperately.

"Clarkkk!! You won't believe the morning I've had!! My uber totally cancelled on me and no one else would pick me up. I had to ride the metro!! And there was this weird guy who-"

"Clark, who's this?" Clark grimaced. He was trying to come up with a plan on how to introduce the two of y'all (if he ever planned to) and this is exactly how he wouldn't go about it.

"Oh hiii!! I'm Y/n, Clark's-"

"Coworker!" He's stepped in front you, blocking you from his mamas view.

"Come on Mama, why don't we grab lunch or something?" He's taking her arm and is gently guiding her away. "Mhm. Lunch sounds great sweetie."You're left just standing there.

"Later??"

You're a pond and I'm an ocean

Oh, all my emotions

Feel like explosions when you are around

And I've found a way to kill the sound, oh

Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

4 days. He didn't see or hear from you for 4 days. You haven't even texted to ask what your coffee order is. The night you first stormed off, he waited. You've been mad at him before but by the next morning you're all over him again. Yet the next day, he didn't see you. That's fine. He's sure you'll text him by the morning. Clarrrkkkk, would you pick me up strawberries? Tyyyy <3333

Yet the next he still had no text from you.

Day 2.

"Perry?" "Hm?" Perry's face is shoved in a newspaper, reading it so intensely like Daily Planet wasn't the one who published it.

"Have you heard from Y/n?" Perry's eyebrow lifts.

"Oh? She didn't tell you? Huh. Well I can't go around talking about employees."

He was pacing back and forth his apartment floor, basically sending texts each minute.

Doll? Can we please talk. sent 8:40pm

I know you're mad but please answer me sent 8:41pm

Are you okay??? sent 8:42pm

No one's seen or heard from you. Please. I need to know you're okay sent 8:43pm

Please sent 8:44pm

Day 3.

"Superman, Keep your head in the game!!" He's knocked from his thoughts when a fist makes contact with his cheek and sends him flying towards a building. He's thankfully able to catch himself before slamming into building. Crap, he's right, Superman needs to be thinking about winning this, even more so with as little destruction possible.

He cracks his neck before charging after the villain of the weak. The fights over relatively quick, could have been quicker if he wasn't distracted thinking of you.

That night he decides to check on you, it's around 12am and he flys up to the window in your bedroom. Maybe a little creepy, but he's just doing a welfare check, its fine. But no one's there. Your blankets are on the floor and clothes are tossed everywhere. Where you robbed?? Kidnapped??

He he's the jangles of a key chain and the sound of your front door opening.

"Kittyyyyyy?" It's your voice and you're clearly intoxicated.

"Come to mamaaa kittyyyy." You're stumbling towards your room and Clark makes sure he isn't visible. He should leave, he knows you're fine. But there's an urge to see you. And so he waits.

Your bedroom door opens and you stumbled in. He wants to help you but he doesn't know how you'll react.

"Mamassss home." You sigh and toss your key chain on the floor and grab your blankets.

"Mamas tired." You wrap yourself in your blankets before throwing yourself on your bed, shoes still on.

Day 4.

Clark imagines he'd rather be stuck in a cage with kryptonite than be forced to wait anymore. And finally, he gets his wish.

He hears your heels before you're in the building. His ears perk up immediately and he's waiting. And finally he sees you. You look a little different, like you've tanned. Your clothes are more revealing than normal (which is saying a lot). You're smiling, yet he notices it doesn't meet your eyes. You say hello to everyone who welcomes you back. Then you see him. He's waiting, patiently watching you.

"Hey doll."

"Morning Clark." And that's all. He watches you pass him to go sit at your desk. "Good morning Jimmy <3"

"Yikes dude. What did you do?" Jimmy's chair rolls over to Clark and he's left speechless.

Please. Can we talk? Read 9:13am

Doll: sure. My place? Sent 2:30pm

I need you here to stay

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Crying at the lake

"That's bullshit Clark!"

"Can you please just listen to me?"

"Listen to this-" you chuck the closest thing you can find at him, which happens to be your shoe. He has no problem avoiding it though and it just collides with your wall, the heel breaking the plaster. There goes your security deposit.

"I-I just think you should… take a minute? Calm down?" The moment he says Calm down, he knows he's just doused the fire with gasoline.

"Calm down?"

You'd made a promise to yourself years ago, when you were in middle school. You couldn't, you wouldn't, cry in front of anyone. You were tired of being picked on, made to feel bad about yourself. So you decided, no one would get the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

And of course, Clark Fucking Kent, would be the one who makes you finally break that promise.

The tears are there before you can stop them. And your chucking your other shoe at him, this time he lets it hit him in the shoulder. This just pisses you off more.

"Why?? Fuck Clark. I-I mean. Y-You knew me. If you were just going to be ashamed why did you even start this?? Was it the sex? If you just wanted sex, you could have told me!" You're screaming and he's trying to get closer but any time he steps you're finding anything you can to throw. "Y-You strung me along! I can do just sex. B-But you made me like you! I thought I was something to you!"

"D-Doll you are."

"Stop with the fucking nickname! I'm not your doll. I'm not your toy!"

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden

Oh, and if I could take it all back

I swear that I would pull you from the tide

All the tears you'd been saving are rushing like waterfalls down your face.

"Y/n…" he's taking his time with his words. His hands are in front of him, like the way you would when you're trying to coax down an aggressive animal. Any sudden movements and you could trigger them. He takes a slow step towards you.

"You're something to me… I like you. I really do. It's just my mama-" There's a muscle twitch in your face. Small, but he's so observant when it comes to you, he couldn't miss it.

"You.. you still won't say it." You don't yell this time. You're quiet. Thinking.

"Say what?" You don't answer. You stand there, biting your lip. Your mascara is running down your face, and you can see drips of it have stained your shirt. Shit, you'll just have to buy another one later.

Then you're dashing. You're in the kitchen drawers, frantically searching. He doesn't know what you're doing. He could easily rush over there and grab you but he's worried you'll hurt yourself. Or worse, he'll hurt you. He's not exactly sound of mind right now either and he doesn't want to risk it.

"Get out." You're holding knife, both hands on the handle, pointing it at him.

"Come on.. you know that wouldn't hurt me.

"Maybe."

"Please… put it down." Your throwing it at him and you miss completely.

"Fuck." You pull another knife from the drawer. Why do you have so many knife's, you don't even cook. Your hands are trembling and he's getting so scared. You're going to hurt yourself and what scares him the most is that it might not be on accident. He can't do this anymore, and in a split second he's over there, ripping the knife from your hand and tossing it far enough so you can't reach it.

"Let go of me! I hate you!" You're biting, scratching, doing anything that you possibly can to get him to let go.

"Shhhh…" he's whispering in your ear, holding you as tight as possible without causing any pain. He's Superman. Yet he's currently the biggest villain for one of the most important people in his life. The reason for all her pain, the tears. He's anything but super. All he can do is hold you like that until you finally stop, you've worn yourself out and fallen asleep in his arms. As much as you "hate" him right now, his strong arms just feel so comfortable.

Please.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,

I said no, I said no

Listen close, it's a no,

The wind is a-pounding on my back

And I found hope in a heart attack

Oh, at last, it is past

Now I've got it, and you can't have it

Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

I need you here to stay

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Crying at the lake

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden

Oh, and if I could take it all back

I swear that I would pull you from the tide

Darling, when I'm fast asleep

I've seen this person watching me

Saying, "Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Tell, is it worth it?"

Clark doesn't think he's slept a few night since the events in your apartment. He's tried sending texts and at first you were reading them. That's progress. But then they stop sending, he doesn't know why. He's got good cell signal and there hasn't been any problems before so why is there a problem now? He has to get Jimmy to look at his phone. When he does, Jimmy shifts uncomfortably.

"Sorry Clark… I think she's blocked you?"What? He crushes his phone in his hand without really thinking. He's so mad, and he's not even mad at you. It's his damn fault. Jimmy glances between the crushed phone in Clarks hand and his friend. He'll just have to pretend that didn't happen…

Oh

Because there is something, and there is nothing

There is nothing in between

And in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer

watching over me, he's singing

"She's a, she's a lady, and I am just boy"

He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a-"

When he sees you in the office, it's like nothings wrong. You're laughing, joking with everyone but him. Since being away from you, he's notice there's more men trailing behind you. They look like love sick puppies. You occasionally send a wink their way, if you're having a really good day they get a kiss on the cheek for helping you. Clark really doesn't know what to do. It's been a month and you still won't even let him get close. When he comes up to you at the office you tell him your busy and can't talk, before walking away.

Oh baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

I need you here to stay

He's shown up to your apartment but you're not there anymore. Your stuff's been cleared out and the hole that was left from your shoe has been patched up. After digging around he found out that your argument was the last straw for the landlord and you were kicked out. He's not even sure how many apartments he's peaked in, trying to find you. Rumors of a flying peeping tom have started to travel around Metropolis. He's losing it. Superman's also been facing the consequences of this, articles surfacing, "Superman no longer smiles" "What's go Superman so upset?" And it's you. It's always you. He has to do something.

Broke all my bones that day I found you

Crying at the lake

Oh, was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden?

Oh, and if I could take it all back

I swear that I would pull you from the tide

It's his turn to pull you into the supply closet. He covers your mouth with his hand so you can't scream. Your body is thrashing around, and the feeling of your saliva and teeth against his palm tickles.

"Please. Please just listen to me. If you promise to stop freaking out I'll let you down, okay?" You freeze like you're thinking about it. But you reluctantly mumble a "okay" and he's pulling his hand awake.

"I-I messed up. And I," He takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his curly hair before he continues, "I love you. I should've said it a month ago. I was stupid. An-And I shouldn't care so much about what my mom thinks. You're worth breaking any rule for. I need you. Please, please I-I can't keep going like this." Clark doesn't care if he sounds pathetic, or if you think he's desperate. These are his truths. Every word coming from his mouth couldn't be more truer. He's a man at the end of his rope and you're the hand he's reaching for.

"Clark I-"

He's in bed, just laying there staring at the ceiling. He doesn't know the time, only that he's been awake for what feels like hours. You're next to him, asleep. He knows because of the rhythmic sound of your heart. Clark's thinking of the events that happened, the way you just played off the massive hickey that HE gave you. How was he supposed to confess to being Superman now. How long were you going to keep the betrayal a secret. Clark feel's guilty, he kissed you first. But you should have said no, why couldn't you just say no. Did you like Kal more? Disgust raises up once again when he feels the way he's slowly pitching a tent. He's so gross.

Your legs are still sore the next morning. Who would have known being fucked by a superhero would be so taxing on your body. The smell of pancakes is almost too overpowering. Clark. Your stomach turns when you remember the gentle man. Shit. You try to ignore the elephant in the room and get dressed. You manage to run out of concealer trying to cover up the mark on your neck. Hopefully that's good enough.

In the kitchen, Clark's waiting. His hair is as curly as always, and he wears his normal white button up with black dress pants. Overtop of his shirt is a a frilly pink apron, in large red letters it says "Kiss The Cook", you had bought it as a joke for him yet he loves it. He always wears it whenever he cooks, Clark say's it's a sign of love.

"Hey hun."

"Morin'." He gestures for you to sit at the table, and leaves a kiss on your forehead. On it sits two stacks of pancakes, in between the plates is a bowl with some of your favorite fruit. It all looks too good.

"Clark, I," You bite your lip. "I need to talk to you." The words make you want to puke. But it's not fair, you have to tell him.

"No need. I know." You can feel your eyes widen in shock as you look at him. He's just sitting there, a gentle and patient smile sitting across his face.

"You.. do?" You say with hesitation. Fuck, what if some of the cameras caught the both you. The tabloids wouldn't hesitate to release that footage, and now everyone knows you as the girl you fucked superman in the sky. Clark nods his head.

"It's about me." He takes a deep breath, the suspense could just kill you. "I've been a terrible boyfriend the past few weeks. I-I should have been there yesterday for you. Instead it was Superman. Works been so hectic lately but, I'm going to do better. I love you so much." Each word is laced with passion, and what feels like anger.

Clark's fist clench under the table. He should've been there yesterday, not Kal.

"No Clark I- You've been great-"

"Let me make it up to you? Dinner tonight. My apartment, I'll make your favorite." You have to look away from him for a second. The sincerity in his words, that smile showcasing those dimples you love so much. You have the world's kindest man apologizing for being a bad boyfriend when you slept with the world's most famous man yesterday.

"Okay… Just tell me the time and I'll be there. You'll be there too right?" You send him a pained smile.

"The world could end and I'll still be there."

-

Time goes by so slow. You're constantly checking your phone, not sure if you're waiting for Clark to cancel, or for the big news of "Superman caught sleeping with woman" to flash on your screen.

Finally it's time. And still no text from Clark. You'd have to break the news to him tonight, the guilt is eating you up.

"Clark?" Your knuckles make contact with the door as you stand outside. You've been to his apartment a few times before but at some point you both just decided your place was the place to be. You wait and knock again, still no answer. That's when you decide to just try the knob, and hey, it's not locked. Unusual for Clark since he was also so worried about potential "bad guys" and liked to have his privacy.

The door creaks open and you slowly step inside the apartment. The lights are dim and you pick up the slight smell of your favorite candle. You drop your work bag off at the door and lock the door. Before you go any further, you slip off your shoes and gently place them by the wall. The silence of his apartment is unnerving you.

"In here sweetie!" His voice finally cuts through the silence and you can finally breathe. You're not even sure when you started to hold it.

"Babe, what happened to all those lecture about me keeping my door locked?" You meet him in the dining space and in that moment, you're really regretting not bringing a nicer set of clothes. Sure, your office attire is somewhat nice, But Clark's sitting here in a damn tux. The dining table is covered with a white cloth, two plates sit with your favorite meal. And there's candles, not just on the table but scattered around his apartment. The tux is nice, classic, but instead of a black bow, his is red.

"Damn. Now I feel underdressed." You try to joke.

"You look beautiful as always." His voice is soft, but you can tell her means it. Feeling shy, you rub your arm. Clark stands up, and like the gentleman he was raised, he pulls out the chair meant for you and gestures for you to sit. And so you do, he pushes the chair in before heading back to his seat.

The foods amazing, and you never expected it to be less than. Clark's a mysterious man but the one thing you knew for sure was that he's a wonderful cook.

"I think you've outdone yourself this time. God, it's so good." Clark perks up with your compliment.

"I'm glad you enjoy it. I have to confess, I did remake it a few times, I wanted to make sure it was perfect for you..." He sheepishly admits. He can't help but watch how you eat. He's barely touched his own, he just wants to soak in the presence of you. It's like nothings happened. It's hard to believe you basically went behind his and slept with another man. He didn't really wanna think about all the logistics of it, since technically it was him, but it's important that you didn't know that. Clark was fearful at first, what if that wasn't the first time you'd done something like that. But the way you seemed so inexperienced (not that he'd have experience cheating of course) and the way you got sick when he brought up the hickey, it had to have been the first.

"Clark… This is all so great but I really think we should-" He interrupts you again.

"You're one of the first people I met when I moved from Smallville. I still remember how I split my coffee all over your blouse, I could tell you were so mad at me but you never once raised your voice at me…" He trails off at the end, like he's imagining the entire scene in his head. "I was just so distracted by your beauty I accidentally ran into you." He laughs. The tips of his ears looked dusted with blush.

"Anyway. Let me not venture off too far. You became my home away from home. My sunshine." He was standing up now, adjusting the coat of his tux.

The scene was becoming eerily familiar to those romance dramas you watched one summer when you were bored. Clark could hear the beat of your heart starting to pickup. You were starting to realize where this was going.

"Y/n…" He stood in front of you, before kneeling down and taking your heads. They were a little sweaty from nervous and he could feel the lightest of trembles from them. "I've tried to think of a future with you. And I don't think there is one, at least not one with light." He reaches into his pocket.

"If you would take me," the box is in his hands, a gorgeous deep red velvet box "Will you marry me?" There's tears welling up in your eyes and it seems you've lost the ability to speak.

"I-I," you're fumbling with your words. "Yes Clark." With a smile, he slips the ring on your finger and kisses your hand. You realize it's the ring you pointed out at least a year ago. All you had said at the time was "wow, that's gorgeous." And your eyes lingered on it even as you both continued walking through the mall. He really noticed that?

He's back on his feet, your hand with the ring is still in his hands, and he's gently helping you out of the chair. This wasn't originally his plan. Well, he was going to propose to you, it just wasn't supposed to be on the schedule for tonight. But he was worried. He needed to make sure you still loved Clark first, not Kal. Not yet anyway.

You're looking at him, and he can tell you still haven't fully processed everything that's going on. He knew you were trying to tell him about yesterday, but right now he didn't want to know. Right now he's just Clark. And you're his fiancée.

His hand finds itself under your chin, and it tips your head up so he has better access when he leans down and takes your lips into his. You're still a little stiff but soon your arms are draping themselves around his neck, melting into the kiss. It was passionate and gentle. Romantic. He lets you pull away so you can breathe, and he watches a chain of spit between the two of you break. Your face is red.

"Would you… like to take this to the bedroom?" Your voice is meek. Almost like you're embarrassed.

"Of course." Without warning he picks you up, his strong arms holding your lower back and instinctively you wrap your legs around him. He bumps his bedroom door open with his back. His rooms simple, there's a book case filled entirely with books, a few photos of you and his family on the shelf. His bed is a queen size, with gray sheets and a few pillows.

He's dropping you on his mattress before crawling over you. You've always loved his height and strength, especially when he used it against you.

"You look so beautiful." His face is in your neck and you can feel his hands slowly undoing the buttons of your shirt.

"Clark…" part of his foreplay has always been showering you with compliments. He needed you to know just how important you were.

"Are we getting impatient?" You can feel his teeth tug at your earlobe and the cold air is hitting your now exposed stomach. When you don't respond, he roughly grabs at your hips, a squeak of shock leaves your lips.

"I asked you a question sunshine." Normally he's soft in bed. Peppering you with kisses, taking his time to savor you and make you feel good. Yet, tonight he's thinking about Kal. Kal wasn't gentle, sure he made you feel good but the way he moved inside you, it was different. Would gentle sex be boring?

"Y-Yes!" Your heaving. Clark doesn't respond, instead one of his hands is traveling down, easily slipping down the fabric of your skirt and past your underwear. It's so warm. His fingers are so big, and he's circling your bud, teasing. His other hand moves to harshly grab your breast and you moan in surprise. Your bra is still in the way but it doesn't hid the feeling of him fondling it.

His fingers gently rubbing the outside of your entrance.

"You're so wet~". You squirm, embarrassed.

"It's okay honey, don't move, I don't want to hurt you." Just as he says that, he slides his finger in and curls.

"C-Clark." The more he teases you the more you just need his cock. You can feel your core throbbing, craving something more than just fingers.

"I can slip my finger in so easily, can you take my cock like that?" The sentence is vulgar, different from Clark, yet you can't help when you clench around him.

His hand has slowly been driving from your breast to your neck, and he can see how the wear of the day has been slowly revealing the mark Kal left on you . His thumb gently rubs while the rest of his fingers wrap around the side of your neck. There's a gentle squeeze, a test. He feels your walls tighten around him. So, he squeezes a little harder and he can smell the way the adrenaline is starting to flow through your blood. Your hips buck into his hand and he responds with another finger in your tight hole. You gasp.

Clark whispers in your ear, the grip around your neck getting tighter. "Cum on my fingers." They're a whisper but you can hear the encouragement in his tone.

And how can you not listen to him? His breath tickles your neck, and you can feel his chest against yours. His grip around your is tight, but only restricts your breathing slightly. This was something entirely new and you're unsure what caused this change but it would be pointless to fight, you can feel the slick between your legs increasing whenever he applies pressure.

You're getting close, he knows. He keeps his fingers at the same pace he'd been fucking you with but the ones wrong your neck keep tightening. You're gasping at this point,

"I-I'm-" You can't even finish the sentence. Your eyes are rolling back and you can't help but bring your hands to his choking you, your grabbing them, nails digging in. It's almost too much, your eyes are starting to roll back and you can't help but arch and buck. Then it's there. Imagine if every color just splashed in your eyes. That feeling when your stomach dips just as you start going down a hill on a roller coaster. It's hard. His grip on your throat releases but his fingers continue to find you through your orgasm.

Clark's watching you pant, there is a dribble of drool making it's way down your chin. You looked so out of it and you haven't even gotten to the main part.

His fingers slip out you with a little plop and he takes a second to look at how filthy they look, soaked with your juices. While you're still recovering, Clark takes this chance to straddle you, his hands are on his buckle. The entire time he's unbuckling it, he's watching you. Or more like studying you. You still haven't realized what he's doing, it's only when hes grabbing your hair and his cock is being pressed against your cheek that you realize. Your eyes travel to his face and he's just looking at you with an innocent smile.

"You know what to do honey." His left hands gripping the base of your hair and with a little tug, his soft tip is forcing your lips to spread. You try to open your jaw as much as you can but even that's not enough. With one jerk, you're feeling it slam into the back of your throat. Your hands fly to Clark's tights, tears are falling from your eyes.

"You're taking me so well." He's purring. You've given him head before in the past but Clark knows he's a large guy. He'd whisper it's okay, as you suck on the tip because he didn't want to eat you. But now he's here, moving your head with his hand, slobber is pooling up in your mouth and falling onto his sheets.

He loves watching you. You're trying sooooo hard to take him, even if you're not used to it.

"Will you swallow my cum sunshine?" You can't speak of course, but the vibration of your soft mhmm makes him shiver. "What a good girl." He keeps thrusting, building his release while you struggling to breathe.

"Get ready hun." His pace picks up and you just know your jaw is going to be sore. He cums, and you can taste the salty, somewhat sweet, fluid on your tongue. It mixes with your spit and it's hard but you're able to shallow it all. Clark looks at you impressed, and his cock twitches with excitement.

"Clark-" There's really no point in speaking, Clark grabs your body and flips you, pinning your stomach on his bed, your face is squished on some pillows. He manhandles your ass, lifting it him so he can have better access to your soft spot. He grips his shaft, slowly rubbing it against your swollen pussy. It still wasn't over yesterday and now it's going to get worse. He uses his hands to grab your wrists, pinning them on your back with one hand. His other hand finds itself at home on your ass.

Without a warning, he thrusts in. It was pretty easy to slip in with just how wet you you were. You moan, loud, in surprise and pleasure as Clark continues at a rough pace.

You feel so good and so warm. He wants to cum already, but he has to wait for you. He puts more pressure on your wrists, forcing you to arch more. He's rough, not the tender and doting boyfriend you're used to.

Your walls are making it impossible for him to think straight. He's gritting his teeth.

"I-I'm going to cum in you. C-Crap. I-Ah, god you feel so good. I want to knock you up." His words turn you on, he knows he can't actually know you up (well there's that 1% chance) since you're on birth control but damn. You moan listening to him.

"P-Please, give it to me" You can feel another climax approaching, his cock has found your spot and it's ruthless, pounding it without a care.

Clark bites his lip to hold back a curse. He needs to time his release to yours. You're close, and just before you can finish he's tugging you to him, your backs pressed to his chest as he continues to pound you. You're mumbling all sorts of things before you feel it. You're orgasming and Clark's joining you, shooting his seed deep in you as his thrusts slow down. A mixture of your fluids are already leaking. Clark pulls out, there's a white foamy ring around his base. He knows you're gone, body trembling, legs shaking. He kisses your head before gently helping you lay down on the mattress. He gives you a last look before getting up. He returns with a glass of water and a towel.

Still too weak to hold onto anything steadily, he helps you take a drink of the water.

"Thank you…" Your voice sounds rough, your vocal cords probably tired from all the moaning. Clark smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Hear, let me help you." He's gentle, using the towel to wipe up some of your sweat and the mess between your thighs.

He helps you take a nice cold shower, the cold helping ease some of the pain in your muscles. Afterwards he helps you dress, you wear your favorite comfy pj set you'd left over at his place just in case.

Clark's curled up behind you in bed, his fingers playing with your hair. Everything feels calm, relaxing. Until you think about him again. Kal. Your stomach twists again. Clark can feel the way your heart just picked up, he knows you're thinking about it.

"Clark…" you're voice is soft, like you're trying not to scare him off. Like one wrong move and he'll flee like a deer on the side of the road. You roll to face him, and he's just laying there. Waiting for whatever you're about to say.

"About yesterday…" You're speaking slow. Trying to come up with the ride words, how do you break this to him?

"I know." The look in his eyes are soft. There's no malice in his words, you can't even feel any anger.

"Superman-"

"I know." He cuts in again before kissing your forehead. He smiles and you can look as his dimples again. His hairs still wet from the shower and there's a curl that's fallen, sticking to his forehead. His glasses are on the nightstand next to him. Now that you think about it, you don't get to see him without them, he usually keeps them on until right before bed. And you can't help but think about the gorgeous shade of blue his eyes are. He pulls you in closer before whispering for the last time,

"I know…"

It was messed up, completely fucked up. Your back was pushed against some random brick wall on some random roof in metropolis. His strong hands held yours above your head and his strong knee was pushed in-between your thighs, drawing out a moan from you if you moved just right. The brick was annoying, scratching your back but the pleasure of everything else was enough to ignore it.

He smelt like dirt. Not really his fault, he had just battled some 15 foot alien and saved countless people. He was allowed to smell a little off and look a little unclean. You? You were covered in ash and dirt yourself. You had been in the vicinity when it attacked and ended up covered with debris. You're fine of course, maybe some minor scratches and you'll probably be covered with bruises, but this makes up for it.

He shouldn't be doing this. And you shouldn't be letting it happen. But here the both of you are. He felt disturbed, sick with himself, but his erection was too busy talking. He needed this.

"Are you okay ma'am?" You're not sure what happened after the building collapsed on top of you. Just faint memories, debris on top of you, a few of your coworkers were trying their hardest to get you out. But they couldn't. That's when he showed up. The sun behind him radiated, like he was an angel. Next thing you know, you're in his arms flying through the city of Metropolis. That's how you ended up on this roof.

"Ma'am?" His voice was filled with concern as he watched your body shake. You still weren't over everything that just happened.

"I-I. Y-Yeah, I'm fine." You managed to stutter out. You looked to the man in front of you. This was the first time you'd been so close to the man everyone in Metropolis talked about. He was tall, lots of muscle to no surprise. His hair was slicked back besides a single curl rested on his forehead. He looked a lot like your boyfriend, Clark Kent. You'd have to tell him about it later.

This was his moment. He'd been waiting, unsure of just how to tell you. He'd thought of fancy dinners, cooking your favorite meal before changing and revealing himself as THE Superman. But it all just felt too staged, he wanted something organic. What could be better than saving you before revealing himself to be the shy and polite man you'd fallen in love with.

"Thank you your help and all but I should go…" You couldn't leave yet, he wasn't ready.

"Wait!" He panicked, calling out for you and grabbing your wrist so you couldn't leave. You froze in your steps, turning to look at the meta human. He could feel the adrenaline being pumped into your blood. He could smell the fear mixed with something else… was it arousal. He couldn't take it anymore. His lips crashed into yours, one arm wrapping around your waist, pressing your chest against his own, while his other hand cupped the back of your head. You tried to resist, if only for a moment. But there was a familiarity about the kiss, a comfort. You easily melted into it, letting your arms wrap around the supes waist.

That's how you ended up in this situation. You were so upset, but not enough to tell the man stop. The heat building up in your core needed this release and you weren't even sure where your relationship with Clark was even going. Sure you loved the man, but lately things have felt more distance. He was gone more often, disappearing for hours at a time. He's stood you up more than once on dates, just like today. That's why you were even in the area in the first place. Minutes before the building would collapse, he sent you a text.

Clark: Honey, I'm so sorry!! I'm stuck at work (sad emoji) I'll see you tonight!! (hug emoji)

"I need you." His voice was coarse as he whispered in your ear.

"I need you too."

You felt his large hands grab the hem of your pants before he started to tug, removing them.

"Do you trust me?" You furiously nodded. "Good." In the next moment he's swiftly picked you up, positioning your legs over his shoulders, you quickly grab onto his hair to stable yourself. Your back is still against the brick wall (Is it a chimney?) but now your clothed core is positioned in front of his face. He's so close his nose rubs right against your clit as he leans just an inch.

"Gosh…" He says it like a whisper, like he really can't believe this is really happening. He's going to fuck you as Superman, not your boyfriend Clark Kent.

"May I?" His eyes flicker back to your face. He's giving you a chance, a chance to say no. You can go back to Clark and you both can pretend this didn't happen.

"I need you." You breathe those words again. I need you. More meaning than want, like how you need water, you need food. Right now you need Superman.

His tongue pokes at the cloth, he can taste the way your juices had been soaking in with anticipation.

"Please… No teasing." You're groaning above him, and you tug at his hair, trying to speed up the process. You can feel his grunt against your heat. You've always been so needy, something he loved about you.

"Hmm. Since you asked so nicely." Clark teases. He uses his teeth to grab your panties and push them off to the side. He'd loved to just rip them off, but he's uncomfortable with the idea of you walking around with nothing underneath, no matter how hot it sounds.

He takes a moment just to breathe it in. With his reports at Daily Planet, and his superhero gig, there's almost never enough time for him to just enough this. God, you're so wet, you're wet for superman. Not Clark. There's a twinge of anger, and something that resembles a moral dilemma. Is he Clark? Superman? One more than the other? Well that's not really his problem right now when your glistening cunt is just staring at him. He drives in, his nose rubbing your clit as his tongue teases around your entrance before finally making the plunge in. You're gasping above him, hips involuntary bucking against his face.

"F-Fuck. S-Superman." He pulls away, just for a moment.

"Call me Kal."

"A-Ah. Is that y-your civilian name."

"You sure." You can barely make out the words since his tongues deep within you.

"Shit, right there Kal. Please, Please don't stop." You sound so pathetic. Begging for him, something you hadn't done for Clark in a while. God you felt so awful, and so good. Kal listens to your moans, giving you exactly want you want. Your walls are tightening around his tongue, he wants you to finish so badly. If another monster was to show up, Metropolis would have to wait, this was more important.

"I-I'm going to cum. Fuckkk. Pleasepleaseplease" Your words just turn into useless mumbling as he continues. He can hear it, your heart beat going wild as you hit your high. You release a final gasp, as you cum on Kal's tongue. He keeps going, gentle, he wants to help you ride through it. You swear you've never come this hard before. Maybe it was the fact you were outside, or because the worlds strongest man was under you, maybe because he wasn't your boyfriend. Fuck. it didn't matter right now.

He's watching you heavy, but he's fine. No sweat, definitely not out of breath but he's so horny.

"Have you ever done it in the sky?" You looked at him, dumbfounded. Did he really just ask you that? There's a shit eating grin on his face, his lips are shining from going down on you. You can't help but notice the dimples on both sides of his cheeks. Like Clark…

Stop! You can't think about him.

"No…?" You respond hesitantly, unsure what he's about to do.

"Well today's your lucky day darling." He easily changes your position, swapping your legs over his shoulders to being in his arms as he holds you bridal style. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

You're in the air. Obviously not too far, since Kal doesn't want you to be cold, or the bigger problem, running out of air. The view is amazing, and scary. He holds you like you weigh nothing and it once again reminds you that this is THE superman.

"Fuck…" You're almost left speechless.

"Language madam." You roll your eyes, "punching" his shoulder.

"You didn't say anything earlier."

He shrugs, smirking.

"I was too busy enjoying my meal." Oh god. He'd never say anything as corny as Clark. He was becoming a different person. But he notices the blush creeping on your cheeks as you turn away. Did you actually like this?

"Try not to move too much okay? Let me do the work, can't have someone as beautiful as you falling." You nodded, remembering your actually in the sky right now. He maneuvers you around like your a doll, until your legs are wrapped around his waist, and your arms are still hooked around his neck.

"Are you ready?" Kal speaks tenderly as he looks into your eyes. You're nervous, he can tell. But you nodded.

"Yes, Kal." No one besides his close family knew his real name, so hearing it come so sweetly from your lips sends shivers down his body. You're no sure how he did it, but he's able to remove his cock from suit. You can feel the soft skin pressing against your entrance. He already feels large and he's not even in you yet. He pushes in, watching for your reaction, making sure he's not hurting you. Your eyes are shut close and your bodies tense. It can't really be helped, being hundred of feel, maybe even thousands, in the air can have that effect.

He's able to completely sheathe himself within you, thanks to the foreplay previously. He feels so close to you, he can't help but rest his forehead on yours. His grip on your ass is hard. He can't have you slipping away now, can he?

"How does it feel?" He wants to hear your voice, it's so beautiful, so soft.

"It feels great Kal. Please." The moments so intimate. You finally unclench your eyes and make contact with Kal. His eyes are such a vibrant blue, like they could see into your soul. You lean forward, enveloping him into a passionate kiss. The experience no longer felt like a hookup, a one time thing. In this moment, it felt like he really was yours, and you, everything about you, belonged to him.

His thrusts picked up the pace, fucking you roughly. And there was nothing you could do besides moan into his mouth.

"You feel so good darling. I needed this so badly. Your pussy's perfect." He's moaning, and his words of affirmation only cause your cunt to contract with enjoyment. He buries his face into your neck and he takes the chance to suck. He felt like he needed to leave some sort of mark, so you knew just how real this was.

"Eugh, I-I'm going to cum again Kal. Keep going." Your hearts picking up again. You've been together long enough that he's learned your cues. You don't have to tell him when you're close. He can hear it, smell it and feel it. He's so attuned to your body in ways you don't even know.

"Cum above all these people darling. I wanna feel it again, you clench so tight." His dirty words only push you further over the edge. Your lock around his nice squeezes and your back arches as that long waited release hits you. Kal can feel himself getting close as he keeps thrusting you through your release. He pulls you in for one last kiss before he's finishing inside. He didn't stop to think about it, Clark knows you're on the pill but how would Kal. Shoot. But it doesn't matter, the pleasure of finishing in you was enough to not stress about it.

-

You stumbled into your apartment, your legs are still jelly from well, everything that happened. You're so sore and you swear you can feel some of his cum leaking into to your panties. You need a shower, pronto.

"Hey Hun." You're thrown off by the sweet voice greeting you. Clark's sitting on the couch, newspaper in his hand. He jumps up though once he sees the state your in. Hair all tangled, dirt smeared and clothes ripped.

" Hun! Are you alright?! It's all my fault, I asked you to meet you at the darn cafe and I didn't even show." There's concern in his voice, he's gotten good with acting.

"It-It's okay Clark. Superman saved the day like normal." You force a chuckle.

"That's good," He sighs, "Let me start the shower for you." He plants a kiss on only spot on your cheek that wasn't filthy.

"Babe?"

"Hm?"

"What's that?" He points to something on your neck. Confused, you go into the bathroom to examine. Fuck. Your stomach drops when you notice it. Right there on your neck is a large, deep purple hickey. The coffee and slice of cake you had for lunch threatens to come up. Clark rushes to the bathroom when he hears your heaving.

"Y/n? W-Whats wrong?" You raise your hand and shake your head, swallowing back the vomit.

"Sorry… Just still reeling from earlier. The bruise.. It's just from the attack. It'll go awake eventually." Clark nods like he believes you.