Arii

It was something that got you going. You liked imagining the people behind it, knowing they didn’t know who you were and were just there to see your lower half to get themselves off. So after a stressful day at work, you got comfortable in your bed, angled the camera just right so only the apex of your thighs could be seen and logged into with that secret word that would get people that wanted the same thing as you.

It was taking some time, so you started yourself off with your fingers teasing up your slit. Your eyes popped open as the screen connected and showed you one of the nicest cocks the internet had presented. Not that you had seen millions or were too picky, but this, this Greek god, this is sculpture like. He was big and hard and veiny in all the right places. It was easy to get faster with your movements as you looked at his hand move up and down the girth size. You could hear shuffling to position himself better so he could see the computer, a small groan leaving the mouth of the men that was on your screen. The hand was just as pretty, looked strong and rugged and so familiarly fixed it reminded you of the man who shared your office desk.

You had harbored a stupid crush on Clark Kent you were too afraid to act on. It stayed hidden and sometimes exposed when you instinctively pulled away when your hands accidentally touched when handing you a pen or when he remembered your coffee order and smiled at you like he knew it meant something. Lois gave you a weird look whenever it happened and motioned you to talk to him. No way. What if he could know what you liked? What you did in the privacy of your room?

Your hand twitched in timing with his when he squeezed the tip slowly, as if pulsing himself to give a little more. To drain. You could whimper. It took you so little to get close, so close when a notification came from teams on your computer, making your hand shake away from yourself. What if the mystery person heard? Just as you grabbed the computer, the same teams notification rang from his side. Weird. Weird that it was just at the same time and that the man’s hand had the same thin red bracelet Clark wore and that as he moved you could see he had slacks on the same color Clark wore today and oh-

Oh.

Oh.

Your breath hitched and you shut the computer with a slam, heart beating at a million per hour at the realization. It was Clark. Clark Kent. The sweet, dorky desk neighbour that got you cake on your birthday and told you the red bracelet he sported was a gift from a friend (weird). He saw you getting yourself off, in all your glory with your fingers drawing mean circles on your clit. It was his dick. Beautiful and big and giving you the show of a lifetime. Oh.

Just as you thought about how you would react the next time you saw him, your phone pinged.

Clark Kent @ 9:32 pm Could recognize you anywhere. Was hoping you’d notice. Wanna do that in person some time?

You went red as you put down the phone and slammed your back onto your bed, embarrassed and overwhelmed at the fact that he knew and he liked it.

"Does it look good?" He says, looking at himself on your mirror, you're laying in your bed in front of it. Forearms propping you up on the mattress.

The jersey sticks tightly onto his abdomen, making him look delicious, you agree with hum at his question "I think it's perfect" you lick your lips, gaze sharp and dark. An idea crossing your mind.

That look is familiar to him, it sends a shiver down his spine.

The mirror catches Clark's eyes drag along the silhouette of your body on the bed. Suddenly your pose is not as innocent as it was 3 seconds ago. His nose and ears catch fire rapidly, warm and rosy all over.

You sit up slowly, and crawl to the edge of the bed. you pat the spot next to you, signaling him to sit there. He obeys to your commands like a well-behaved puppy.

"What are you doing?" A nervous chuckle escapes his mouth. He knows the answer, but he wants you to say it out loud.

"Just wanna show you how much I like the jersey on you" You bat your lashes at him innocently.

Once he sits down you get on your knees on the floor and prop yourself in between his legs.

The floor-length mirror next to you catches your attention, you can see your position perfectly.

A smirk forms on your face as he breaths heavily, flustered.

Big tent meeting you on eye level.

"You're so pretty" You mumble against his leg, you leave a kiss over his pants. "Can you take this off for me, please?" He obeys almost immediately, leaving only his boxers and jersey on.

Man what a view.

Your mouth already salivating at the sight of him.

His cock hard against the cotton underwear, displayed lewdly for you to enjoy completely by yourself.

His length wasn't anything unfamiliar to you, your insides were already Clark-shaped.

You make your way through his unclothed thighs, stopping to leave kisses and licks on his skin.

Sucking and licking, biting just enough to mark him up. Above you, you can only hear heavy breathing, soft moans and unintelligible mumbling—most likely praises.

Your hands go underneath the jersey, landing on his happy trail. You toy with the elastic band of the boxers, earning a desperate whine from Clark.

Anticipation making your own underwear pool up with your heat. You pull down revealing his size. Pink head throbbing, glistening with pre-cum.

Soft hands wrap around his thick cock, thumb pressing on the tip gaining a loud moan from Clark.

"Just like that, baby" He mumbles with a low growling voice, arching his hips upwards. You start going up and down, pace slow at first giving special attention to the sensitive tip. "So, so good."

Clark's head rolls back. The sound of him moaning and groaning your name floods the room.

You don't stop moving your hands around his dick, and you add your mouth to the equation. Wrapping your lips on it, sucking softly. tongue slithering on the tip.

Your head bobs at the same rhythm that your hands move on his cock, you flatten out your tongue against him. Clark's hands grab your hair and gently pull, you moan on his dick, sucking inch by inch further down.

Searching for stability, you grab his thighs firmly. His hips jerk upwards, thick, long dick reaching your throat and making gag.

Tears prick down your cheeks, you can hear Clark slurring apologetic words. You look up at him and moan at the sight.

He's a goner. Face red, curls messy on his face, eyes going white, and you swear you can see him slightly drooling. "You're so–mmphg…– so good, baby" He moans out, "So pretty taking me on your mouth so well, look at yourself" His head points to the mirror.

Your eyes leave his gaze to watch the lewd image displayed, your pussy flutters at the sight.

Warm, rosy tongue swirls around his length, nose almost touching his pubes, you breathe through your nose—still watching it all happen in the mirror.

Your left hand starts to play with his balls while the right keeps grabbing his thigh for balance.

His tip swells, a loud, guttural whine escapes his mouth—He's about to cum.

"I'm close, baby, please" He pleads for mercy, he cups your head in his hands. You look at him, holding eye contact and you blink twice at him, giving him permission use you.

And that he does.

He grabs your face from each side firmly and starts thrusting hard—abusing your mouth, making you gag each thrust he takes.

Drool, tears, precum and snot all combined run down your cheeks.

Both yours and his moans are loud enough for your neighbors to complain later.

Clark's cock twitches inside your throat, his hips jerk forward, in and out, his mind fuzzy and blank. Desperately searching for release by any means necessary, a low groan brewing in his chest.

"I love you so– nghh– so much, sweetheart" his voice is whiny, hands still grabbing hard on each side of your face.

Eyes locked with yours, you blink three times—I love you, you moan on his dick loudly, the vibration of your moan sending him into overdrive making him reach his orgasm

Your throat is painted white quickly. Your cheeks puff out with his cum, some escaping and rolling down the corner of your lips, going down his dick onto his lap and the mattress.

You swallow the rest of cum that's in your mouth, his dick softening slowly.

Still licking and sucking softly on it, electricity travels all throughout Clark's body with overstimulation. He slurs unintelligible praises softly.

When he pulls his dick out of your mouth, you get on top of his lap, legs straddling him on each side.

You grab his face forcing him to make eye contact.

When you sit down, you feel his dick hardening again, kryptonian anatomy.

You attack his mouth. kissing and sucking on his lower lip. You moan his name when you feel his hands on your ass squeezing tightly, the fabric of your skirt flipping upwards.

It's your turn to get off, you rock your hips back and forth. The contact of your clothed pussy and his unclothed cock makes both of you moan on each other's mouths.

You pull away from the kiss and grab his face, making him watch you through the mirror. "Good boy…" You smile at him.

Looking down to watch yourself grind on him, you peep his dick already leaking precum again. He helps you move also rocking his hips enough for the friction to make your already wet pussy even wetter, he whimpers your name and you kiss his neck.

You keep a fast pace, until you feel the coil in your belly tightening. Sloppy thrusts suggesting you're about to reach your orgasm.

"I'm so close baby, you've been such a good boy" Your head rests on the crook of his neck, he takes over, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You see stars, and you swear you can touch them too. You reach your orgasm just by dry humping.

Tired and overstimulated, you rest for a few minutes laying on top of him. His strong hands wrapped around your waist.

Then, he lays you down on the bed, takes off your skirt and props your legs open in front of him.

His hands go down to take off his jersey and you stop him with your foot.

"Uh-uh. Do not take that off." Your voice is low, almost a whisper, but it's firm—still commanding him. He smiles and leaves the jersey on, then goes down between your legs.

"'S my turn to taste you" His breath is hot against your core.

Your wet panties stick to your skin, he pulls them to the side and slides his tongue over your slit, all the way from your entrance to your clit. He stays there swirling his tongue around it. You moan at the sensation, your already sensitive pussy throbs and clenches around nothing.

"Tastes so good" He kisses your pussy, you moan shakily.

"Keep going, baby" Your voice is trembling and your legs are shaking, feet resting on his shoulder blades.

His tongue works on your clit as one finger stretches your entrance deliciously, stinging just a little while your pussy gets used to the intrusion.

He moves his fingers inside you; up and down, side to side, preparing you for his next finger to enter.

Two fingers inside, and he arches them just right to touch that soft gummy spot that makes your mouth hang open and your eyes flutter. Your back arches and your fingers get tangled between his soft black curls.

Your second orgasm approaches rapidly, your hands no longer rest softly on his hair now they're full-on pulling. His mouth works wonders on you, and he moans on it like he's the one being eaten out.

You arch your body into his mouth, "Clark!– fuck!" Your muscles tense up, your pupils roll to the back of your head, your mind goes numb. He grabs you by your waist, keeping you in place, his mouth still attached to your clit.

Your body shakes with overstimulation, the numbing sensation of your second orgasm makes you whimper his name repeatedly with a string of 'fuck, fuck, fuck' you pull his hair to make him face you.

Half his face was covered in saliva and your slick. He licks his lips, savoring every bit of your fluids.

"Fuck me, Clark," breathing out, "I'm ready. Please" you beg him, you need to feel him inside you.

You let go of his hair and he gives one last lick to your cunt, tongue flat against your core, drinking everything that he gathers from the motion. "You always taste so good" He takes off your panties completely now, then gets up and slides on top of you.

He kisses your neck, and suckles softly. He positions his dick in between your legs, the head pushing softly in your entrance.

A gasp catches in your throat as he pushes his cock inside slowly.

The stretch burns you, your nails scratch on his chest underneath the jersey.

"You're so tight, baby" He licks his lips, "Always perfect for me"

"Fuck, Clark," you close your eyes feeling him enter slowly, "You fuck me s-so good"

"You have such a dirty mouth" His hand grabs your neck, squeezing softly on the sides; letting you breath but pressing just enough to make your pussy clench around his dick. Earning a deep groan from Clark "You like that? You like it when I choke you?"

"Mhm- yes baby" You manage to get out

His dick goes further inside you, inch by inch until it's fully deep inside you, "Is this okay, baby?" You nod and hum, he looks down as your cunt takes his cock, "your pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart"

He starts thrusting slowly and softly first, cock hitting all the sweet spots. Then his pace gets faster, still careful, but rougher.

He takes your shirt off in one smooth motion. He presses on your lower belly, feeling his dick thump against the skin under his hand each thrust he takes. You can only moan and whimper his name.

His other hand leaves your neck and grabs on your breast, kneading it and playing with your nipple.

The room is hot with sweat and the friction of both your bodies. He uses his X-ray vision to watch his dick moving in and out inside of you, "You take me so well" He coos, "I can feel every inch of you gripping me. So, so good"

You can't even manage to get words out, just slurred mumbles and moans.

You're dizzy, and his dick hits every single part of your insides making you even dizzier.

Each thrust is hard, fast and deliberate. Balls slapping against your ass.

The sound bounces around the walls of the room plap, plap, plap.

Clark keeps spitting praises at you, he groans about how pretty you are and how well you take him—but you can't listen to a thing he says, pleasure getting to your head.

"I love watching my dick disappear inside you" he grabs your face and makes you look down at where your bodies merge together. "Look how perfectly we fit together."

His thrusts turn sloppy, desperate. His release coming closer each thrust he takes.

Your breath hitches, catching in your throat as the familiar feeling in your belly builds up for the third time, winding tighter with every movement. "'M close, Clark" You mumble.

"I know baby, me too" he hisses, squeezing your nipple between his index finger and his thumb.

The tightness of your warmth sends Clark over the edge, finally reaching his climax. He buries himself to the hilt. Every muscle in his back ripples and seizes as he spills into you. You arch into the pressure and reach your climax at the feeling of thick, rhythmic waves of his release pulsing directly against your cervix. "Fuck, Clark you're perfect"

With a sharp, breathless cry. He stays inside, still pouring his cum inside you, spilling out your entrance, staining your sheets. You whine and moan at the sensation, exhaustion and pleasure take over your body.

Clark finally pulls out, and throws himself next to you. Heavy breathing, his arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer as you lay together.

You stay laid up for a few minutes, before he eventually gets up and heads to the bathroom.

Then, comes back with a warm cloth. He cleans the combination of both your climaxes that sits between your legs and the mattress. He leaves tender kisses on your thighs.

"I've got you, just rest," he kisses again, "you don't have to move a single muscle, baby"

You just lay there, tired and dazed. Your muscles aching.

"You did so well taking me like that," He sits next to you once he's finished cleaning you up and takes off his jersey. "I might have to wash this jersey now" He folds it neatly and puts it on the nightstand.

You chuckle under your breath. He lays his head on the pillow, pulling you in closer and hugs you from behind. Leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck.

"I love you" You finally find your voice, you tangle your legs with his. He covers you with the blanket and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer.

"I love you so much more" His face lays on your neck, his hot breathing hitting your skin and you sync yours with it.

The small intimate moment is not a rare occurrence for both of you, but it's always the part you cherish the most when you have sex with him.

Your hearts beat at the same rhythm, and you're comfortable enough to relax and sleep.

Your guess is, this will be the new routine every time he puts that jersey on.

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Clark barely had time to sit down before you started.

He dropped onto the couch to pull his boots on, cape shifting behind him, the blue of his suit stretched tight across his thighs—the red of it even tighter and higher. The briefs did nothing to hide him. He was thick and heavy, outlined so clearly, it made the symbol on his chest look insignificant in comparison.

Your eyes dragged over him once.

Then again.

The second his last boot slipped on, your foot slid across his lap.

A slow drag of your heel.

Clark let out a quiet laugh, breath soft, like he already knew where this was going. “C’mon,” he murmured, glancing at you. “I really have to—”

Your heel brushed him again.

The contact made him twitch under it, the fabric pulling tighter as his cock hardened almost instantly, the shape of him growing more obvious by the second.

Clark’s hand came down to catch your ankle, gentle, instinctive. He meant to stop you, you could see it in the way his fingers curled, in the way he opened his mouth—

But then your heel pressed in again.

Right over the head.

A low, broken sound slipped out of him before he could stop it, his head tipping back as his hips shifted up into the pressure without thinking.

“—nngh—”

There it was.

You smiled, slow, dragging your heel back down the length of him, then up again.

“You sure you have to go?” you teased, voice soft as your foot worked him, the motion steady now.

Yes. 

No.

Yes.

The response rose in his throat, but Clark didn’t answer.

His head fell back against the couch, a rough groan spilling from his chest as his hips lifted again, chasing the friction.

Every press of your heel pulled another sound out of him, something frayed around the edges. His grip tightened on your ankle, not stopping you, only holding on as you picked up the pace like you had all the time in the world.

And suddenly—

Maybe he did too.

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"should i get it cut?" he offers, cheeks pressed against his pillow.

your ministrations stills, "hmm. dunno." you answer honestly, pulling at the curled edges to make them stick out more. "it's sort of…hot. gives you a dishevelled…rugged look." you lower yourself, resting your cheeks onto his traps.

"…"

his arm wraps around your lower back. and with a swift movement, you feel your vision tilt as he plops you beneath him. "ack!" you gasp, steadying a palm by his thick bicep, which he flexes, for your enjoyment.

clark shuffles to cage you in his arms, favouring his weight with his left forearm. one side of his head is visibly styled out in a messy swoop from where you were combing through. though a shorter, unruly strand curls past his forehead.

"i'm not sure if it's good for the hero image. to look unkempt," he ponders seriously, palms pressed against his cheeks as he lays on his side.

you blink up at him. still thrown by the sudden adjustment."…i'm just saying." your knuckles graze past the stray lock, melting into him, with a thigh draped along his ribs. "i like you like this. softer. just f'me." your words trail into murmurs, but he catches them anyway.

the dimples, deep in his cheeks makes themselves known first, and he lets out a huff, sizing you with a dopey smile. "that so?" clark leans on, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot below your ears. the first peck tickles you, with his messy hair brushing past your ears. "hahah. hey! that tickles." you groan, catching a brief glimpse of his blurred, dark locks," geez…like some…wild beast."

"hmm. make up your mind," he rumbles, trailing teasing kisses past your collarbone, to your sternum. clark lifts his head up, eyes glinting in wanton adoration for you. "am i a beast, or some cool…hip dude?"

you stare at him, in mild disgust. "cool hip dude? nevermind. you can never be rugged."

he nips at your wrist when it comes to rest at the back of his head. "ow!" you yelp, shooting him a displeased look. clark just laughs, replacing the sting with a chaste peck. he guides your hand to the back of his head, as though encouraging you to keep it there.

"got your verdict yet?" the shift in the playfulness is subtle as he makes his way down your midsection. pressing another breathy kiss beneath your breasts to your navel. your eyes don't leave him, and neither does your idle palm, half-vanished in his curls.

before you can think to answer, clark lifts your hips up for a second to slide your sleep shorts down. keeping his gaze locked on yours as he presses his lips to your inner thighs.

you swallow the shudder that threatened to give away your building arousal, hands imperceptibly tightening where it was once lax.

"Does it look good?" He says, looking at himself on your mirror, you're laying in your bed in front of it. Forearms propping you up on the mattress.

The jersey sticks tightly onto his abdomen, making him look delicious, you agree with hum at his question "I think it's perfect" you lick your lips, gaze sharp and dark. An idea crossing your mind.

That look is familiar to him, it sends a shiver down his spine.

The mirror catches Clark's eyes drag along the silhouette of your body on the bed. Suddenly your pose is not as innocent as it was 3 seconds ago. His nose and ears catch fire rapidly, warm and rosy all over.

You sit up slowly, and crawl to the edge of the bed. you pat the spot next to you, signaling him to sit there. He obeys to your commands like a well-behaved puppy.

"What are you doing?" A nervous chuckle escapes his mouth. He knows the answer, but he wants you to say it out loud.

"Just wanna show you how much I like the jersey on you" You bat your lashes at him innocently.

Once he sits down you get on your knees on the floor and prop yourself in between his legs.

The floor-length mirror next to you catches your attention, you can see your position perfectly.

A smirk forms on your face as he breaths heavily, flustered.

Big tent meeting you on eye level.

"You're so pretty" You mumble against his leg, you leave a kiss over his pants. "Can you take this off for me, please?" He obeys almost immediately, leaving only his boxers and jersey on.

Man what a view.

Your mouth already salivating at the sight of him.

His cock hard against the cotton underwear, displayed lewdly for you to enjoy completely by yourself.

His length wasn't anything unfamiliar to you, your insides were already Clark-shaped.

You make your way through his unclothed thighs, stopping to leave kisses and licks on his skin.

Sucking and licking, biting just enough to mark him up. Above you, you can only hear heavy breathing, soft moans and unintelligible mumbling—most likely praises.

Your hands go underneath the jersey, landing on his happy trail. You toy with the elastic band of the boxers, earning a desperate whine from Clark.

Anticipation making your own underwear pool up with your heat. You pull down revealing his size. Pink head throbbing, glistening with pre-cum.

Soft hands wrap around his thick cock, thumb pressing on the tip gaining a loud moan from Clark.

"Just like that, baby" He mumbles with a low growling voice, arching his hips upwards. You start going up and down, pace slow at first giving special attention to the sensitive tip. "So, so good."

Clark's head rolls back. The sound of him moaning and groaning your name floods the room.

You don't stop moving your hands around his dick, and you add your mouth to the equation. Wrapping your lips on it, sucking softly. tongue slithering on the tip.

Your head bobs at the same rhythm that your hands move on his cock, you flatten out your tongue against him. Clark's hands grab your hair and gently pull, you moan on his dick, sucking inch by inch further down.

Searching for stability, you grab his thighs firmly. His hips jerk upwards, thick, long dick reaching your throat and making gag.

Tears prick down your cheeks, you can hear Clark slurring apologetic words. You look up at him and moan at the sight.

He's a goner. Face red, curls messy on his face, eyes going white, and you swear you can see him slightly drooling. "You're so–mmphg…– so good, baby" He moans out, "So pretty taking me on your mouth so well, look at yourself" His head points to the mirror.

Your eyes leave his gaze to watch the lewd image displayed, your pussy flutters at the sight.

Warm, rosy tongue swirls around his length, nose almost touching his pubes, you breathe through your nose—still watching it all happen in the mirror.

Your left hand starts to play with his balls while the right keeps grabbing his thigh for balance.

His tip swells, a loud, guttural whine escapes his mouth—He's about to cum.

"I'm close, baby, please" He pleads for mercy, he cups your head in his hands. You look at him, holding eye contact and you blink twice at him, giving him permission use you.

And that he does.

He grabs your face from each side firmly and starts thrusting hard—abusing your mouth, making you gag each thrust he takes.

Drool, tears, precum and snot all combined run down your cheeks.

Both yours and his moans are loud enough for your neighbors to complain later.

Clark's cock twitches inside your throat, his hips jerk forward, in and out, his mind fuzzy and blank. Desperately searching for release by any means necessary, a low groan brewing in his chest.

"I love you so– nghh– so much, sweetheart" his voice is whiny, hands still grabbing hard on each side of your face.

Eyes locked with yours, you blink three times—I love you, you moan on his dick loudly, the vibration of your moan sending him into overdrive making him reach his orgasm

Your throat is painted white quickly. Your cheeks puff out with his cum, some escaping and rolling down the corner of your lips, going down his dick onto his lap and the mattress.

You swallow the rest of cum that's in your mouth, his dick softening slowly.

Still licking and sucking softly on it, electricity travels all throughout Clark's body with overstimulation. He slurs unintelligible praises softly.

When he pulls his dick out of your mouth, you get on top of his lap, legs straddling him on each side.

You grab his face forcing him to make eye contact.

When you sit down, you feel his dick hardening again, kryptonian anatomy.

You attack his mouth. kissing and sucking on his lower lip. You moan his name when you feel his hands on your ass squeezing tightly, the fabric of your skirt flipping upwards.

It's your turn to get off, you rock your hips back and forth. The contact of your clothed pussy and his unclothed cock makes both of you moan on each other's mouths.

You pull away from the kiss and grab his face, making him watch you through the mirror. "Good boy…" You smile at him.

Looking down to watch yourself grind on him, you peep his dick already leaking precum again. He helps you move also rocking his hips enough for the friction to make your already wet pussy even wetter, he whimpers your name and you kiss his neck.

You keep a fast pace, until you feel the coil in your belly tightening. Sloppy thrusts suggesting you're about to reach your orgasm.

"I'm so close baby, you've been such a good boy" Your head rests on the crook of his neck, he takes over, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You see stars, and you swear you can touch them too. You reach your orgasm just by dry humping.

Tired and overstimulated, you rest for a few minutes laying on top of him. His strong hands wrapped around your waist.

Then, he lays you down on the bed, takes off your skirt and props your legs open in front of him.

His hands go down to take off his jersey and you stop him with your foot.

"Uh-uh. Do not take that off." Your voice is low, almost a whisper, but it's firm—still commanding him. He smiles and leaves the jersey on, then goes down between your legs.

"'S my turn to taste you" His breath is hot against your core.

Your wet panties stick to your skin, he pulls them to the side and slides his tongue over your slit, all the way from your entrance to your clit. He stays there swirling his tongue around it. You moan at the sensation, your already sensitive pussy throbs and clenches around nothing.

"Tastes so good" He kisses your pussy, you moan shakily.

"Keep going, baby" Your voice is trembling and your legs are shaking, feet resting on his shoulder blades.

His tongue works on your clit as one finger stretches your entrance deliciously, stinging just a little while your pussy gets used to the intrusion.

He moves his fingers inside you; up and down, side to side, preparing you for his next finger to enter.

Two fingers inside, and he arches them just right to touch that soft gummy spot that makes your mouth hang open and your eyes flutter. Your back arches and your fingers get tangled between his soft black curls.

Your second orgasm approaches rapidly, your hands no longer rest softly on his hair now they're full-on pulling. His mouth works wonders on you, and he moans on it like he's the one being eaten out.

You arch your body into his mouth, "Clark!– fuck!" Your muscles tense up, your pupils roll to the back of your head, your mind goes numb. He grabs you by your waist, keeping you in place, his mouth still attached to your clit.

Your body shakes with overstimulation, the numbing sensation of your second orgasm makes you whimper his name repeatedly with a string of 'fuck, fuck, fuck' you pull his hair to make him face you.

Half his face was covered in saliva and your slick. He licks his lips, savoring every bit of your fluids.

"Fuck me, Clark," breathing out, "I'm ready. Please" you beg him, you need to feel him inside you.

You let go of his hair and he gives one last lick to your cunt, tongue flat against your core, drinking everything that he gathers from the motion. "You always taste so good" He takes off your panties completely now, then gets up and slides on top of you.

He kisses your neck, and suckles softly. He positions his dick in between your legs, the head pushing softly in your entrance.

A gasp catches in your throat as he pushes his cock inside slowly.

The stretch burns you, your nails scratch on his chest underneath the jersey.

"You're so tight, baby" He licks his lips, "Always perfect for me"

"Fuck, Clark," you close your eyes feeling him enter slowly, "You fuck me s-so good"

"You have such a dirty mouth" His hand grabs your neck, squeezing softly on the sides; letting you breath but pressing just enough to make your pussy clench around his dick. Earning a deep groan from Clark "You like that? You like it when I choke you?"

"Mhm- yes baby" You manage to get out

His dick goes further inside you, inch by inch until it's fully deep inside you, "Is this okay, baby?" You nod and hum, he looks down as your cunt takes his cock, "your pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart"

He starts thrusting slowly and softly first, cock hitting all the sweet spots. Then his pace gets faster, still careful, but rougher.

He takes your shirt off in one smooth motion. He presses on your lower belly, feeling his dick thump against the skin under his hand each thrust he takes. You can only moan and whimper his name.

His other hand leaves your neck and grabs on your breast, kneading it and playing with your nipple.

The room is hot with sweat and the friction of both your bodies. He uses his X-ray vision to watch his dick moving in and out inside of you, "You take me so well" He coos, "I can feel every inch of you gripping me. So, so good"

You can't even manage to get words out, just slurred mumbles and moans.

You're dizzy, and his dick hits every single part of your insides making you even dizzier.

Each thrust is hard, fast and deliberate. Balls slapping against your ass.

The sound bounces around the walls of the room plap, plap, plap.

Clark keeps spitting praises at you, he groans about how pretty you are and how well you take him—but you can't listen to a thing he says, pleasure getting to your head.

"I love watching my dick disappear inside you" he grabs your face and makes you look down at where your bodies merge together. "Look how perfectly we fit together."

His thrusts turn sloppy, desperate. His release coming closer each thrust he takes.

Your breath hitches, catching in your throat as the familiar feeling in your belly builds up for the third time, winding tighter with every movement. "'M close, Clark" You mumble.

"I know baby, me too" he hisses, squeezing your nipple between his index finger and his thumb.

The tightness of your warmth sends Clark over the edge, finally reaching his climax. He buries himself to the hilt. Every muscle in his back ripples and seizes as he spills into you. You arch into the pressure and reach your climax at the feeling of thick, rhythmic waves of his release pulsing directly against your cervix. "Fuck, Clark you're perfect"

With a sharp, breathless cry. He stays inside, still pouring his cum inside you, spilling out your entrance, staining your sheets. You whine and moan at the sensation, exhaustion and pleasure take over your body.

Clark finally pulls out, and throws himself next to you. Heavy breathing, his arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer as you lay together.

You stay laid up for a few minutes, before he eventually gets up and heads to the bathroom.

Then, comes back with a warm cloth. He cleans the combination of both your climaxes that sits between your legs and the mattress. He leaves tender kisses on your thighs.

"I've got you, just rest," he kisses again, "you don't have to move a single muscle, baby"

You just lay there, tired and dazed. Your muscles aching.

"You did so well taking me like that," He sits next to you once he's finished cleaning you up and takes off his jersey. "I might have to wash this jersey now" He folds it neatly and puts it on the nightstand.

You chuckle under your breath. He lays his head on the pillow, pulling you in closer and hugs you from behind. Leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck.

"I love you" You finally find your voice, you tangle your legs with his. He covers you with the blanket and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer.

"I love you so much more" His face lays on your neck, his hot breathing hitting your skin and you sync yours with it.

The small intimate moment is not a rare occurrence for both of you, but it's always the part you cherish the most when you have sex with him.

Your hearts beat at the same rhythm, and you're comfortable enough to relax and sleep.

Your guess is, this will be the new routine every time he puts that jersey on.

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"Does it look good?" He says, looking at himself on your mirror, you're laying in your bed in front of it. Forearms propping you up on the mattress.

The jersey sticks tightly onto his abdomen, making him look delicious, you agree with hum at his question "I think it's perfect" you lick your lips, gaze sharp and dark. An idea crossing your mind.

That look is familiar to him, it sends a shiver down his spine.

The mirror catches Clark's eyes drag along the silhouette of your body on the bed. Suddenly your pose is not as innocent as it was 3 seconds ago. His nose and ears catch fire rapidly, warm and rosy all over.

You sit up slowly, and crawl to the edge of the bed. you pat the spot next to you, signaling him to sit there. He obeys to your commands like a well-behaved puppy.

"What are you doing?" A nervous chuckle escapes his mouth. He knows the answer, but he wants you to say it out loud.

"Just wanna show you how much I like the jersey on you" You bat your lashes at him innocently.

Once he sits down you get on your knees on the floor and prop yourself in between his legs.

The floor-length mirror next to you catches your attention, you can see your position perfectly.

A smirk forms on your face as he breaths heavily, flustered.

Big tent meeting you on eye level.

"You're so pretty" You mumble against his leg, you leave a kiss over his pants. "Can you take this off for me, please?" He obeys almost immediately, leaving only his boxers and jersey on.

Man what a view.

Your mouth already salivating at the sight of him.

His cock hard against the cotton underwear, displayed lewdly for you to enjoy completely by yourself.

His length wasn't anything unfamiliar to you, your insides were already Clark-shaped.

You make your way through his unclothed thighs, stopping to leave kisses and licks on his skin.

Sucking and licking, biting just enough to mark him up. Above you, you can only hear heavy breathing, soft moans and unintelligible mumbling—most likely praises.

Your hands go underneath the jersey, landing on his happy trail. You toy with the elastic band of the boxers, earning a desperate whine from Clark.

Anticipation making your own underwear pool up with your heat. You pull down revealing his size. Pink head throbbing, glistening with pre-cum.

Soft hands wrap around his thick cock, thumb pressing on the tip gaining a loud moan from Clark.

"Just like that, baby" He mumbles with a low growling voice, arching his hips upwards. You start going up and down, pace slow at first giving special attention to the sensitive tip. "So, so good."

Clark's head rolls back. The sound of him moaning and groaning your name floods the room.

You don't stop moving your hands around his dick, and you add your mouth to the equation. Wrapping your lips on it, sucking softly. tongue slithering on the tip.

Your head bobs at the same rhythm that your hands move on his cock, you flatten out your tongue against him. Clark's hands grab your hair and gently pull, you moan on his dick, sucking inch by inch further down.

Searching for stability, you grab his thighs firmly. His hips jerk upwards, thick, long dick reaching your throat and making gag.

Tears prick down your cheeks, you can hear Clark slurring apologetic words. You look up at him and moan at the sight.

He's a goner. Face red, curls messy on his face, eyes going white, and you swear you can see him slightly drooling. "You're so–mmphg…– so good, baby" He moans out, "So pretty taking me on your mouth so well, look at yourself" His head points to the mirror.

Your eyes leave his gaze to watch the lewd image displayed, your pussy flutters at the sight.

Warm, rosy tongue swirls around his length, nose almost touching his pubes, you breathe through your nose—still watching it all happen in the mirror.

Your left hand starts to play with his balls while the right keeps grabbing his thigh for balance.

His tip swells, a loud, guttural whine escapes his mouth—He's about to cum.

"I'm close, baby, please" He pleads for mercy, he cups your head in his hands. You look at him, holding eye contact and you blink twice at him, giving him permission use you.

And that he does.

He grabs your face from each side firmly and starts thrusting hard—abusing your mouth, making you gag each thrust he takes.

Drool, tears, precum and snot all combined run down your cheeks.

Both yours and his moans are loud enough for your neighbors to complain later.

Clark's cock twitches inside your throat, his hips jerk forward, in and out, his mind fuzzy and blank. Desperately searching for release by any means necessary, a low groan brewing in his chest.

"I love you so– nghh– so much, sweetheart" his voice is whiny, hands still grabbing hard on each side of your face.

Eyes locked with yours, you blink three times—I love you, you moan on his dick loudly, the vibration of your moan sending him into overdrive making him reach his orgasm

Your throat is painted white quickly. Your cheeks puff out with his cum, some escaping and rolling down the corner of your lips, going down his dick onto his lap and the mattress.

You swallow the rest of cum that's in your mouth, his dick softening slowly.

Still licking and sucking softly on it, electricity travels all throughout Clark's body with overstimulation. He slurs unintelligible praises softly.

When he pulls his dick out of your mouth, you get on top of his lap, legs straddling him on each side.

You grab his face forcing him to make eye contact.

When you sit down, you feel his dick hardening again, kryptonian anatomy.

You attack his mouth. kissing and sucking on his lower lip. You moan his name when you feel his hands on your ass squeezing tightly, the fabric of your skirt flipping upwards.

It's your turn to get off, you rock your hips back and forth. The contact of your clothed pussy and his unclothed cock makes both of you moan on each other's mouths.

You pull away from the kiss and grab his face, making him watch you through the mirror. "Good boy…" You smile at him.

Looking down to watch yourself grind on him, you peep his dick already leaking precum again. He helps you move also rocking his hips enough for the friction to make your already wet pussy even wetter, he whimpers your name and you kiss his neck.

You keep a fast pace, until you feel the coil in your belly tightening. Sloppy thrusts suggesting you're about to reach your orgasm.

"I'm so close baby, you've been such a good boy" Your head rests on the crook of his neck, he takes over, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You see stars, and you swear you can touch them too. You reach your orgasm just by dry humping.

Tired and overstimulated, you rest for a few minutes laying on top of him. His strong hands wrapped around your waist.

Then, he lays you down on the bed, takes off your skirt and props your legs open in front of him.

His hands go down to take off his jersey and you stop him with your foot.

"Uh-uh. Do not take that off." Your voice is low, almost a whisper, but it's firm—still commanding him. He smiles and leaves the jersey on, then goes down between your legs.

"'S my turn to taste you" His breath is hot against your core.

Your wet panties stick to your skin, he pulls them to the side and slides his tongue over your slit, all the way from your entrance to your clit. He stays there swirling his tongue around it. You moan at the sensation, your already sensitive pussy throbs and clenches around nothing.

"Tastes so good" He kisses your pussy, you moan shakily.

"Keep going, baby" Your voice is trembling and your legs are shaking, feet resting on his shoulder blades.

His tongue works on your clit as one finger stretches your entrance deliciously, stinging just a little while your pussy gets used to the intrusion.

He moves his fingers inside you; up and down, side to side, preparing you for his next finger to enter.

Two fingers inside, and he arches them just right to touch that soft gummy spot that makes your mouth hang open and your eyes flutter. Your back arches and your fingers get tangled between his soft black curls.

Your second orgasm approaches rapidly, your hands no longer rest softly on his hair now they're full-on pulling. His mouth works wonders on you, and he moans on it like he's the one being eaten out.

You arch your body into his mouth, "Clark!– fuck!" Your muscles tense up, your pupils roll to the back of your head, your mind goes numb. He grabs you by your waist, keeping you in place, his mouth still attached to your clit.

Your body shakes with overstimulation, the numbing sensation of your second orgasm makes you whimper his name repeatedly with a string of 'fuck, fuck, fuck' you pull his hair to make him face you.

Half his face was covered in saliva and your slick. He licks his lips, savoring every bit of your fluids.

"Fuck me, Clark," breathing out, "I'm ready. Please" you beg him, you need to feel him inside you.

You let go of his hair and he gives one last lick to your cunt, tongue flat against your core, drinking everything that he gathers from the motion. "You always taste so good" He takes off your panties completely now, then gets up and slides on top of you.

He kisses your neck, and suckles softly. He positions his dick in between your legs, the head pushing softly in your entrance.

A gasp catches in your throat as he pushes his cock inside slowly.

The stretch burns you, your nails scratch on his chest underneath the jersey.

"You're so tight, baby" He licks his lips, "Always perfect for me"

"Fuck, Clark," you close your eyes feeling him enter slowly, "You fuck me s-so good"

"You have such a dirty mouth" His hand grabs your neck, squeezing softly on the sides; letting you breath but pressing just enough to make your pussy clench around his dick. Earning a deep groan from Clark "You like that? You like it when I choke you?"

"Mhm- yes baby" You manage to get out

His dick goes further inside you, inch by inch until it's fully deep inside you, "Is this okay, baby?" You nod and hum, he looks down as your cunt takes his cock, "your pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart"

He starts thrusting slowly and softly first, cock hitting all the sweet spots. Then his pace gets faster, still careful, but rougher.

He takes your shirt off in one smooth motion. He presses on your lower belly, feeling his dick thump against the skin under his hand each thrust he takes. You can only moan and whimper his name.

His other hand leaves your neck and grabs on your breast, kneading it and playing with your nipple.

The room is hot with sweat and the friction of both your bodies. He uses his X-ray vision to watch his dick moving in and out inside of you, "You take me so well" He coos, "I can feel every inch of you gripping me. So, so good"

You can't even manage to get words out, just slurred mumbles and moans.

You're dizzy, and his dick hits every single part of your insides making you even dizzier.

Each thrust is hard, fast and deliberate. Balls slapping against your ass.

The sound bounces around the walls of the room plap, plap, plap.

Clark keeps spitting praises at you, he groans about how pretty you are and how well you take him—but you can't listen to a thing he says, pleasure getting to your head.

"I love watching my dick disappear inside you" he grabs your face and makes you look down at where your bodies merge together. "Look how perfectly we fit together."

His thrusts turn sloppy, desperate. His release coming closer each thrust he takes.

Your breath hitches, catching in your throat as the familiar feeling in your belly builds up for the third time, winding tighter with every movement. "'M close, Clark" You mumble.

"I know baby, me too" he hisses, squeezing your nipple between his index finger and his thumb.

The tightness of your warmth sends Clark over the edge, finally reaching his climax. He buries himself to the hilt. Every muscle in his back ripples and seizes as he spills into you. You arch into the pressure and reach your climax at the feeling of thick, rhythmic waves of his release pulsing directly against your cervix. "Fuck, Clark you're perfect"

With a sharp, breathless cry. He stays inside, still pouring his cum inside you, spilling out your entrance, staining your sheets. You whine and moan at the sensation, exhaustion and pleasure take over your body.

Clark finally pulls out, and throws himself next to you. Heavy breathing, his arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer as you lay together.

You stay laid up for a few minutes, before he eventually gets up and heads to the bathroom.

Then, comes back with a warm cloth. He cleans the combination of both your climaxes that sits between your legs and the mattress. He leaves tender kisses on your thighs.

"I've got you, just rest," he kisses again, "you don't have to move a single muscle, baby"

You just lay there, tired and dazed. Your muscles aching.

"You did so well taking me like that," He sits next to you once he's finished cleaning you up and takes off his jersey. "I might have to wash this jersey now" He folds it neatly and puts it on the nightstand.

You chuckle under your breath. He lays his head on the pillow, pulling you in closer and hugs you from behind. Leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck.

"I love you" You finally find your voice, you tangle your legs with his. He covers you with the blanket and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer.

"I love you so much more" His face lays on your neck, his hot breathing hitting your skin and you sync yours with it.

The small intimate moment is not a rare occurrence for both of you, but it's always the part you cherish the most when you have sex with him.

Your hearts beat at the same rhythm, and you're comfortable enough to relax and sleep.

Your guess is, this will be the new routine every time he puts that jersey on.

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You pegged him as the ultimate neighbor since the first day you moved in. As the moment he saw you struggling with your boxes of too much stuff, he immediately offered to help.

Lifting up three heavy objects that were filled with your heavy kitchen appliances and bathroom necessities too easily, you can’t help but stare at those bulging biceps as he moved around. Quickly looking away every time you feel like he’d almost catch you.

And let’s just say your moving-in process was finished in just an hour, rather than the whole afternoon, with his help.

“I’m Clark, by the way,” mentioned the broad and tall man as he brushed his palm against his jeans, with his thick rimmed glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose and his deep dimples and boyish smile that you were sure would make you do a double take if you saw him on the streets.

“I live next door,” he pointed to the unit next to you.

So– you have a good view of the city AND a hot neighbor too? You really felt like you hit the jackpot with this one.

You smiled and offered him your name. “Nice to meet you, neighbor. I hope we could be good friends then.”

He nodded, lips curling up even more. “Just knock if you need anything. I’ll leave you to it?”

Humming, you then lead him out of your boxes-filled apartment, thanking him one last time.

You thought it would stop with him acting like a decent person—just helping a girl out with her things, but it didn’t. Later that night, you heard a knock on the door.

Looking up from your kitchen floor, you fixed up your shirt before padding down the hall. Checking the peephole to see the same new neighbor—Clark—carrying a plate filled with what you presume were freshly baked cookies.

Your eyes widened as you opened the door and saw exactly that. His soft smile, the scent of sweetness and the warmth emanating from the cookies almost made your heartbeat quicken.

“Sorry to bother you,” he fixes up his glasses with his free hand, then offers the plate out.

“Housewarming gift. Freshly made– though please do not mind if it’s not that good.”

You looked down at the plate, taking it, then up at him again. “Clark– wow, you didn’t have to…”

His smile softened immediately. “I wanted to. Hope you enjoy it.”

You breathed out a small thanks before he left you to continue your organizing.

The next day, you knocked on his door. His once-filled plate with cookies was now replaced with chocolate muffins you made all morning.

His surprise was evident, soft red hues creeping up his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “I didn’t make those cookies just so you could bake me something as well,” his brows knitted.

“Well, consider it as a thank you for helping me out yesterday.”

He sighed softly. “Thank you,” with his classic, shy smile.

Then it continued. Always using the “I cooked too much” as a reason.

You’d give him your signature pasta recipe, and he’d return it the next day with a pan of freshly baked pie. He’d give you some homemade chicken dish he told you he learned to make from his Ma, you’d return it with a pint full of ice cream you made (just for him).

Though it went on and didn’t stop with the both of you casually exchanging meals.

Your kitchen pipes weren’t working? He’d be there in seconds with a wrench in his hand after you asked for help. Your eyes zeroed the moment his shirt went damp, making it practically transparent. You gulped as you stared at how his back muscles shifted with every move.

You didn’t know he could hear the way your breath hitched, though. His own body reacting the same as he could feel that you were also being affected by the closeness of the moment.

“Just need it to be tightened up,” he hummed, looking up at you from his knees just before the under-sink cabinet.

“Oh–” you straightened up, his voice breaking the trance you were in. “All fixed then?”

“Yeah…” he murmured as he stood up, his tall figure towering over you.

You felt your neck straining. “Thank you, Clark.”

“No worries. I’m open to help you with whatever, okay?”

Whatever, huh?

You almost choked at your own spit with the thought of him helping you with whatever. Immediately pushing those… thoughts down.

“Okay,” you managed to rasp out.

He smiled again before he continued with his day.

“Fuck…” you muttered to yourself the moment you closed your door, your forehead thudded against the wood.

More happened.

You were cooking, realized you were out of some ingredients, and went to him.

“Hey, sorry to bother you… but I’m cooking something, and I just realized that I’m out of onions. Do you potentially have any spare ones?” you asked him sheepishly.

Clark cursed to himself because he didn’t have any. He wanted to keep being the one you go to with every struggle you have; he wanted to keep being your lifeline and salvation, so what did he do?

“I’m sorry I don’t… though I’m gonna go out,” a lie. “Soap’s running short,” another lie. Clark literally just bought a full bottle yesterday.

“Really? Would you help me get some onions then?” your eyes gleaming with anticipation, but not wanting to burden him.

“Of course,” he smiled. “I’ll go get some for you.”

He returned less than 30 minutes later with a bag of onions and some snacks you mentioned you liked weeks ago.

You flushed, thanked him, and he nodded before leaving.

Week after week, it kept happening. It was like the both of you were trying to make excuses to see each other even more.

Purposefully switching up your mails with each other. When he saw your balcony railing wobbled just below an inch, he’d offer to fix it immediately. He heard you struggling with your shopping bags after a day out? He would take it from your hands, letting you carry nothing in your hands.

The both of you started to get closer. Unprompted movie nights in his unit, baking and cooking together, even doing nothing but enjoying a warm cup of tea as you both sit on the lounge chairs on your balcony, sharing childhood stories and laughing together.

Oh, both of you were falling deep.

The gaze held longer, smile now softer—deeper in a way—nothing like you ever shared with other people. You told him about your day, your stressful work, your family—and he told you about his life.

It was sweet, really. Clark Kent was sweet.

At this point, he knew everything about you. How you take your coffee, how your nose scrunched before you let out his favorite free laugh every time he made one of his stupid jokes, how sweet you smell whenever his touch lingered just on your thighs whenever you whispered a secret to him, how your pulse thrummed so evidently the moment he tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

And you knew everything about him as well. How his eyes would crinkle with amusement when you rolled your eyes and acted all annoyed, how his hand would linger around you as you both worked around the kitchen, how his body would tense, how his breath would hitch every time you told him something about yourself. Every time you draped yourself on his lap while watching one of the romcoms you forced him to see.

You felt it. The palpable tension, so thick you could cut it with a dull knife, through the not-so-innocent touches, the whispered words—He felt it too. The problem was, Clark Kent is too much of a gentleman to break those boundaries first, and there’s no way you’re the one who’d tear the bandaid off.

So the both of you didn’t advance into anything more than his arm around your shoulder as you both relaxed, or your arms around him as you let out your stress through the feeling of his warmth and scent wrapped around you.

Until one day.

You told him you were buying a couch, and even made him help you pick the color and measure your space. So the moment it arrived, he was at his feet instantly. Going down to carry the box filled with the parts.

It should be normal now; he’s helping you make furniture and fixing around your place, though he usually didn’t use this thin, figure-hugging compression shirt that made all of his muscles look swollen.

He made you stay out of it completely, just like always, not wanting you to do the work at all—yet you can’t help but linger.

You can’t help but ogle him—practically sexualizing him inside of your head.

The way his bicep would flex with every twist of the screwdriver, his veins popping under his sleeves through his forearm, making you wonder if those blood vessels would also look this enticing around his cock.

Your thighs clench the moment he lay under the couch as he tightened the bolts there. His shirt was riding up to reveal a patch of his skin, covered with soft hairs leading down to his crotch.

And he knew. He could practically smell the heavy, sweet smell of your arousal. He could hear the soft breaths you didn’t even know you let out every time he shifted, and his shirt went up even more.

His own body starts to heat up, flushing even though all of his blood was going south. He was thankful that he opted to wear his baggy sweats rather than his tight jeans.

Nevertheless, you saw his bulge start to thicken under the grey fabric. Eyes widening, you immediately looked away.

Clearing your throat. “Do you want some water?”

He looked up, noting the way that you were more fidgety than usual. “Yeah. Sure, thanks.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile before walking through the kitchen.

Clark couldn’t help but fixate his eyes on your form. Your soft curves swaying with every step, ass peeking out of those short shorts that—the fact that it was always shorter than the last made it obvious that you want him to see. But he can’t. He can’t lose his control–

Gods, you were bending over the freezer now.

He shut his eyes, sucking a deep breath and letting it out shakily. He felt it wavering—his self-control thinning with every quiet hum you let out of your lips.

His fingers tightened around the whatever tool he was holding instantly. His cock throbbing inside his boxers, wanting—needing to be freed from the confinement and the pressure.

You knelt beside him, handing him the cold water. “All good?”

He cleared his throat, hand brushing over the couch’s fresh cushion to distract himself. “All good.”

You then helped him, fingers brushing his palm, lingering on his forearms whenever he asked you for a tool, and you’d give it. You also made it more obvious now that you saw him get hard.

You would blatantly eye him up and down, bare thighs brushing against his hands– you were horny.

Clark Kent made you horny, and he was the only one who could fix it.

His fingers would tighten around the wooden foot, and you imagined it was you instead. He’d let out grunts, and you imagined that it was you pulling it out of him, how he would probably praise you instead of dirty talking just because he was so respectful—too respectful.

He gulped as he watched how your breath starts to quicken, mirroring it unconsciously.

Then– Click.

The last bolt—the last piece of the couch was put in place. Dragging you back into reality.

“You’re done?” you asked.

He nodded, and you immediately sank down onto the new couch. Shifting around to feel the soft padding underneath you.

He joins, and your thighs grazed immediately, making you almost jolt—the neediness heightening back up inside you.

“It feels solid…” he murmured.

You finally glance at him, eyes low and half-lidded with lust. “Wanna test it?”

He eyed you, the way your chest heaved, pupils blown out before rushing forward and kissing the life out of you.

You stumbled with your lips, before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him flush on top of you as you sank against the armrest. Lips parting, swiping your tongue along his lower lip before nipping it, making him groan out your name.

His fingers brushed along the hem of your shirt, lips separating from yours so he could kiss down your jaw and neck.

“Ask me to stop and I will, sweetheart,” he whispered against your skin.

You shook your head profusely.

“I need words…” as he pulled away to study your face, the way your eyes glossed with want.

“Please– I need you, Clark, please…” You whined.

“Of course,” giving a soft kiss on your cheek. “Anything for you, sweet girl,” another on your lips. The nicknames and his gentleness burned you inside out, making you fall deeply towards him more and more.

He finally lifted your shirt off gently, kissing every inch of your skin revealed. Unclasping your bra, groaning at the sight of your breasts bare before him.

You squirmed underneath him the moment he wrapped his soft pink lips around your hardened nipple. Back arching as your hands found his shoulder and squeezed it.

“You’re so beautiful…” he murmured, kissing further down till his lips made contact with the waistband of your shorts. “Can I?”

“Yes– Clark, yes…” his hips lifting instantly as he hooked his fingers around it, pulling it and your panties with such softness and gentleness that no other man could give other than him.

He let out a shuddered breath as he spread your thighs open. The delicious scent of you hits all of his senses immediately.

He hummed as he saw how your folds glistened—borderline dripping. “Don’t wanna make a mess on the new couch, don’t we, sweetheart?” he whispered, before hooking your legs over your shoulder and diving right into it. Collecting all of your wetness—dragging his tongue on your hole up to your clit, making you let out a quiet cry.

“Clark–!” fingers snaking through his curls, tugging them as you held yourself back from grinding your hips against his mouth.

He looped his arms around your thighs, mouth expertly working you out—all the while his gaze stayed on you. Watching every bit of your reactions, the way you threw your head back against the armrest, eyes rolled, lower lip stuck between your teeth as you hold back your sounds.

It was a sight he could never forget now. He was sure to etch it into the deepest crook of his brain.

You whined out his name the moment he pulled back, though. “I know… I’m gonna give you something better, okay?”

You nodded reluctantly, too weak, too drunk with pleasure to deny and fight him over it. You kept your eyes as he stripped out of his clothes. Hole fluttering and tightening around nothing the moment he was bare before you.

His cock—full of girth and length, was straining and slapping against his stomach. His tip red, glistening with his pre. “You’re– huge, holy shit…”

He let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll make it fit. Don’t worry,” as his fingers brushed your hair back, grazing along your cheekbones.

You hummed softly, parting your legs even more to accommodate his broad figure.

Clark lets out a moan as he begins to slowly slide his tip against your folds. “So wet… you’ve been wanting this, hm?”

The silent nod in your response made his heart bloom, because he had wanted this too. He imagined this happening too many times before—whether when he was with you or alone in his bedroom whispering your name as he stroked himself to the thoughts of you—and really, the reality was so much better for him.

The moment he finally pushed himself inside you? He broke. Letting out a deep guttural sound to the feeling of your velvet walls wrapped so perfectly around him—it was as if you were made for him, no– he was made for you.

And you felt the burn, the stretch, splitting you open from your inside. Your hands find his arms immediately. Making imprints of your nails as you dug into his skin from the feeling of the pleasurable pain.

“Clark–”

“Shh… open up for me, sweetheart. I know you can.”

He stayed still the moment he was buried deep inside you, fingers softly brushing along your bare skin as you began to relax.

You nodded, eyes looking up at him with adoration the moment the burn dissipates.

“All ready?” he asked softly.

“Yeah…”

The both of you let out choruses of moans as he began moving, slowly at first. He pulled your arms so you could wrap them around his neck, his own snaking around your back just to keep you close to him.

His forehead pressed against yours. “You feel so good…” he whispered, pulling you into a deep kiss filled with passion. He kept his easy pace, but it was like he was holding back.

“More…” you moaned against his lips.

Who was he to deny you, his sweet, sweet girl, from pleasure?

He picked up his pace. Still deep, reaching to every inch of your walls, but it was more punishing now.

The couch starts to squeak underneath you—but you both didn’t care. Too captivated by the feeling of each other’s bodies to even notice the foot of the couch.

“Fuck–!” you moaned the moment he angled your hips. Your fingers now sprawled on the span of his back, raking it. Your walls began to clench around him tightly, making him fuck you deeper and faster.

“More!” you cried. And he served. His thrusts now punishing, both your chests panting. Your gasps and his moans echo around your apartment.

Clark swore that you were like an angel before him. With your body wrapped around a thin sheet of sweat that made it seem like you're glowing, hair messily draped everywhere yet still beautiful, your breasts bouncing like an invitation, and your face… gods, your face. He could die peacefully thinking about it alone.

So utterly beautiful and broken, and he was the one who did it.

His hips are working like an animal now, brutal, feral.

You finally realized that the couch underneath you was shaking, but you didn’t care. All you could think about was him, him, and him.

He noticed the way the couch was groaning in protest with the amount of pressure it was being given, but the way your cunt was tightening around him meant that he couldn’t stop. “Gonna break this–” before your walls gripped his cock even further.

“Gonna come–!” you cried.

“Give it to me, sweetheart. Come on.”

And you obeyed. Letting out a sharp cry of his name as your body jolts—convulsing as the waves after waves of orgasm hit your senses—burning your body with the amount of pleasure.

“Fuck–” he cursed, fucking you deeper as he chased his own climax. At last, with a final and intense thrust–

Craaack.

The foot snapped completely, making you yelp out and scrambling to hold onto him.

Clark didn’t even realize that he had already came and spilled inside you, too stunned, too focused on making sure you’re not hurt.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” his eyes widened, doing a one-overlook look at you to make sure no blood came out of you.

Your arms tightened, before you burst out laughing. “I am–” you wheezed. “The couch though…”

He blinked, then huffing out a small and relieved chuckle. “Guess it’s not strong enough, huh?”

Before pulling you onto his lap, shifting you on the floor carefully—still seethed deep inside you, and tugging you closer into a soft kiss. Fingers cuping your cheeks gently.

“Help me order another one?”

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