bella

He loved the way your edges swooped into the cutest curls on your forehead and the way your braids fell down your back and caressed your shoulders never ceased to catch his eye. 

Your beauty didn’t just show in your skin, eyes or hair, but in your heart and soul. You were one of the kindest people Clark had ever had the pleasure of knowing. You cared for causes across the globe, making sure to share your opinion and speak up for those who couldn’t always be heard. You tried to get involved in as much local social change as you could, as you always wanted to see yourself as a part of the solution. You did this for reasons above yourself, you just wanted to see the world become a better place. 

That was the beauty that drew Clark into you as a person. When he met you at a writers workshop that he was at for the Daily Planet, he was drawn into your skill of storytelling and the confidence you carried surrounding your ability and your desire to grow. He listened attentively as you spoke and noticed you did the same for him which gave him the confidence to ask you to get coffee once the workshop was over. You were drawn in by his blue eyes and his journalistic writing, so you gave him a chance

You were so glad that you did. 

You and Clark now lived together and had the joy of  sharing a nighttime routine when he wasn’t being stolen away to become Superman and save the city. Tonight you both had gotten home around the same time and were beginning to decompress from the stressful work week that was getting to the both of you.

“How was your day, my love?” he asked, hanging his coat up on the wall.

“It was fine. Lots of editing but we got a catered lunch which was a nice group break that we all needed for sure,” you replied, unbuckling the strap of your Mary Janes.

Clark walked to the kitchen table and lit your favorite lavender candle. He leaned against the doorway and opened his arms for you to walk in, embracing you. You let yourself melt into his extremely strong arms and felt yourself being surrounded by his cedar-mint smell. You felt his chest rise and fall as his breath traveled down your back with a hum.

“Why don’t we take our time together tonight, baby. Maybe hop in the shower together and then we'll go from there. Hmm?" Clark asked, rubbing his hands up and down your back. 

You nodded into his chest, looking up to give him a short peck. He smiled afterwards as he picked you up bridal style, bringing you to the bathroom. You giggled as you held his bicep tightly.

Clark made sure the temperature of the shower was warm and the towels were laid out on the counter nearby. He brought the candle in from the kitchen to fill the bathroom with a calming aroma to set the mood for the night ahead. He reached in to test the water one more time, then began stripping himself of the work clothes that felt heavy on his skin. 

You sat upon the countertop with your eyes glued to his exposed skin. The taut muscles of his back stretched as he pulled his tanktop off and your eyes traveled from shoulder to bicep, lingering on how strong he was. He turned to face you, locking eyes through his fogging glasses as he began to unbuckle his belt. 

“You gonna leave me out here to shower by myself, pretty girl?” he asked, a goofy grin crossing his face.

You smiled back and began unbuttoning your sweater, itching to feel the warmth of the shower. 

You both stole glances at each other's naked frames as the steam of the shower began to cover the mirror and relax the tension through both of your bodies. You tied up your braids with a big elastic as Clark took off his glasses and extended his hand to help you step into the shower first. Always the gentleman, that Clark. 

The heat of the water seemed to wash away the stress of the week as the droplets rolled down your neck, breasts and back. Clark shifted himself into the shower behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. You swayed together and let the water drown out any worries that followed you two home.

Clark placed soft kisses on the column of your neck and you let out a weighted breath in response. You let your hands travel up to his, intertwining them. Your connected swaying forced you to feel the shape of his abs drag slowly against the curve of your ass and lower back. His dick occasionally swept your skin as well, causing your breath to lightly hitch. 

There was never any pressure from Clark to take things to a sexual level unless that is what you really wanted. You both loved the intimacy sex provided, but you found ways to connect with each other in a multitude of different ways. The sex you two had varied from kink-filled to soft and sensual, always making sure that the act brought about the right feelings to bring pleasure to both parties.

The feeling of his kisses mixed with the strength of his body encapsulating you started to push you to a place of need for your love. 

“Clark baby, I need you,” you whispered.

“I’ve got you, my love. Don't you worry,” he softly whispered back. 

Clark reached for the eucalyptus pump soap, pumped it into his hands and began to lather it on your neck and chest. He massaged your tight muscles and worked the soap into your tits, taking his sweet time with you. The tranquil smell filled your nostrils as your head rolled back in pleasure. Clark didn’t rush your pleasure, working the soap down your stomach and back to your tits slowly. The soapy bubbles dripped down your body and his arms as he shifted you both to let the running water clean you off. His hands helped inch all of the soap off of you as he shifted you to the drier part of the shower so he could kneel down. 

He kissed down your body from neck to hip, tasting the eucalyptus with each touch of his lips. He finished as his face ended level with your clit and he locked eyes with you before kissing her as well. The water from the shower hit his back and hair as he began dragging his tongue through your folds, circling your clit. You reached down to run your fingers through his wet hair, pulling him into where you needed him most. He knew exactly how to flick his tongue and suck just right to make your legs weak and the whimpers fall from your lips. His middle finger traced up your leg as he found your opening and slowly began to open you. His thick fingers hit the perfect spot inside you, making your eyes roll back. He continually sucked your clit and fingered you to the point where every thought within your head melted to nothing. He savored the sweet taste of you, yearning to make you cum to taste you more. 

“Clark, baby I’m so close,” you erupted, as your grip on his hair got tighter. 

You felt the pressure of his mouth get harder as you teetered on the precipice of pleasure. Clark brought his other hand to entwine with yours, letting you grip him tight as you began to spasm around his finger inside you. Moans and whimpers fell from your lips as pleasure raked your body. He continued to finger you and keep your clit stimulated as the orgasm washed you from head to toe. As he slowly removed his finger, he replaced it with his tongue, desperate to taste your sweet release. You yelped as he did, yet quickly gave into the overstimulating pleasure. 

After a few final drags of his tongue, Clark rose back to kiss you and hold you close to him. You felt the length of his hard cock against your stomach and tasted the remains of your pleasure on his tongue. He softly shifted his hips to feel the softness of your shower-wet stomach on his hardened cock.You brought your hand down from his hair to begin stroking his dick, returning the pleasure he had no issue giving you. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned into your mouth.

You shifted to let the water run down your arm and his dick allowing you to stroke him faster. You brought your lips to his neck leaving kisses and bites anywhere you could, savoring the whimpers that tumbled from his lips. His hips began to move in needy thrusts as he met your hand, chasing his own orgasm. His arms held your shoulders firmly as he felt euphoria cloud his mind from the softness of your hand. You dragged your thumb over his head as his hips began to stutter feeling his end closing in.

“Fu-u-ck–k, my love. Just like that,” he moaned.

His whole body began to shake as he felt his orgasm overtaking him. Within his next few strokes he came, covering your hand and stomach in his sticky cum as you stroked him through his release, softly overstimulating him as he had done to you. 

He leaned his weight against the wall as he caught his own breath, breathing in the lavender scented air of the soft lit bathroom. He met eyes with you, both of you smiling. You moved to wash his release off of your stomach and he wrapped his arms around your back, resuming the same position you two began your shower in. 

“Can’t ever get enough of you, my love,” he whispered into your skin.

You hummed back to him, feeling a new sense of relief take over you. You slowly inched out of his arms as you began washing yourself down again with your eucalyptus soap. He lathered his cedar soap up and down his muscles and washed his hair with the mint shampoo you always complemented. You both finished your showers by washing each other down with the detachable head of the shower, kissing deeply and wrapping up in towels in the steamy aftermath of a much needed session of love. 

You both shuffled into your shared room, settling down on the bed to dry off and apply your lotion from head to toe. Clark blew out the shower candle and let the vanilla smell coating your skin take over the room. He admired the way the shine was applied to your beautiful brown skin. You were a diamond in his eyes. 

Art was very particular with his schedule now that tennis was not a constant in his daily life. On weekdays, he woke up at 8:30 every day, made a hearty breakfast, hit the gym, showered, then spent the rest of his day reading, cleaning, connecting with old friends, spending time with you, and obviously, watching tennis. He told you he needed a routine to keep him from going crazy, but somehow, you convinced him to leave his weekends more open to have a date night, do some cleaning, and just lounge around. 

You had begun your Saturday of relaxation by rising around 8, having some breakfast and making your way out to the pool to absorb some of the morning sun. Since you and Art had no plans today, you put on one of your skimpiest bathing suits without a care in the world. The black triangle top sat tightly on your tits, pushing them perfectly together. Your purple thong bottom left nothing to the imagination, but would leave you with the perfect tan once the morning was done. You walked out to your patio with your tanning oil, book and sunglasses ready to lay out on your chair. 

From your large kitchen window, Art could see the entire perfectly trimmed green backyard and the glistening water in the swimming pool. He was washing the dishes from breakfast when he looked up to see you beginning to lather tanning oil all over your body. The brown liquid dripped out of the tip of the bottle, dripping down the valley of your breasts and down to your stomach. You rubbed your chest and stomach, reaching under your bikini top to massage it into your breasts as well. Art watched your head tip back in slight pleasure as you squeezed yourself a bit to really soak in the oil. You glistened like the sun on the pink folding chair and Art couldn’t tear his eyes from you. After watching this suggestive display, Art made you a cold glass of lemonade and went outside to keep you company. 

Art disregarded a shirt and kept his tight tennis shorts on as he walked outside lemonade in hand. You pushed your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to soak in the ripples of his chest and the strength of his thighs that seemed to bust the seams of his shorts. 

“Poured this just for you, baby,” he said, reaching down to hand you the drink.

“aww sweetheart, you’re too good to me,” you replied, taking the drink, putting it on the side table, and pulling him into a kiss. 

He leant deeply into the kiss, moaning softly as you dragged your fingers through his blonde locks.

You pulled back with a smirk and glanced down to the bulge beginning to form in his pants. He shifted under your harsh gaze, seemingly becoming embarrassed by how easily you could turn him on.

“How long are you gonna be out here like this?” he asked, looking anywhere but your eyes. 

You took a long sip of your sweet lemonade and replied.

“Was thinking about spending the whole morning out here like this. Is that okay with you handsome?”

“Only if I can keep you company, beautiful”.

Art grabbed his own foldout chair and pulled it close to you. He shimmied himself into a comfortable position, closed his eyes and began to enjoy the sun alongside you.

You both lasted about 10 minutes before your clothes were off and you were on top of each other on a grassy patch by the pool.

It started when you untied the neck strings of your bathing suit, aiming for more sun, but ended up attracting Art’s wandering blue eyes. You were beginning to sweat under the hot Californian sun and Art traced a bead of sweat that followed from your neck, to collarbone, down the separation of your breasts. His pants tightened even more and he couldn’t tell if he was sweating from the sun or the heated spell you put him under. 

You opened your eyes to turn towards him as you sensed something in the air change. You scanned him from hair to waist, closely looking at what was growing in his tight blue shorts. 

“You need something from me baby?” you asked with a sensual smirk.

You took your sunglasses off to place the earpiece in your mouth, teasing him as much as possible. 

Art’s eyes were strained on your lips and how perfect they looked in your smile around the end of your sunglasses. He couldn't help but think about how they’d look wrapped around his dick. The heat of this summer day was driving him wild. He couldn’t wait for you any longer. 

“You know what I need from you, baby,” he responded, getting up from his chair and walking over to you. 

He bent down on his knees and dragged his hands up the outside of your legs, kissing every inch of your exposed skin. His lips tasted the coconut and pineapple tanning oil that coated your skin and found himself moaning with the taste. He licked a line from your lower stomach to the bottom of your bikini top, making eye-contact for permission to take it off. You nodded, as he reached around and swiftly untied it, letting it fall to the ground. His lips attacked your left nipple as his other hand reached to brush your other. You let your head fall back in ecstasy as his mouth and fingers worked you up even more than you already were. 

This wasn’t the first time you two had gotten up to this in your very own backyard. One of the many perks of dating a retired tennis player, was the opportunity to have a pool and grassy yard situated close to your house, but also enough in the woods where you never had to worry about any neighbors seeing or hearing your desperate pleas for each other. You’ve had sex outside under the rising sun, the falling sunset and now, in the middle of the day under the high sun. 

Your fingers dragged through his hair, tugging it just the way he liked it. His hips began to grind against your legs as your tits in his mouth were working himself up beyond belief. Your eyes focused on the tone of his muscled back as his mouth switched from one of your tits to the other. 

You pulled his hair hard to signal you wanted him up, dragging him to harshly kiss your lips. Teeth, tongue and sweat clashed as your mouths attempted to melt into each other. His arms wrapped around you, dragging your tits to touch the hotness of his own rippling chest. Your finger traced his pectorals and shoulder blades, slowly moving up towards his neck where they slowly rested, teasing him. You felt his kissing still a bit as your hand sat close to where he needed most. You trailed his throat up and down slowly before wrapping your fingers around and squeezing. 

Art let out a strangled groan as you pressured his throat exactly where he needed you. You pushed him back to lock eyes with him in his most vulnerable state. 

“You look so pretty like this Artie,” you said to him, watching the blush rush to his cheeks as his eyes dropped to avoid your gaze. 

You smirked and slowly released the grip you had on him. He scrambled up from the ground and slipped his pants off. He brought a towel from the clothesline and laid it down on the grassy patch near the pool, sat down and shyly patted the space next to him for you to sit. His cock sat proudly as he leaned back on his hands and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You slipped out of your bottoms and wandered over to him. 

You kissed down the column of his neck as you began to stroke him and his head fell back. His whimpers began to spill wildly as he gripped the towel underneath him. You smirked into his sweet-sweat skin as pre-cum began to express at his tip. His eyes were shut as you began to lay him down on the towel, shifting down to work his cock with your mouth and hand at the same time. 

“Fuck-fuck baby just like that,” he whimpered as you began to lick his tip.

You took him wholly into your mouth, stroking the small space of the base with your free hand. You loved the choke he caused every time you gave him head, letting his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat. You raised your eyes to watch his face as his hips raised to push further into your mouth. His hands found some blades of grass to hold tightly to, yet he was incapable of not ripping it out of the ground.

“Your mouth is fuck-fucking perfect baby oh-oh my god…” 

You could tell he was getting close so you pulled off of him, watching as he caught his breath and twitched. You brought your pussy up to his cock and began to drag it through your wet folds and up to your clit. You moaned aloud as the wetness of your spit on his cock mixed perfectly with the slick leaking from your ready hole. Usually, in a moment like this, he’d finger you and eat you out before you even touched his cock, but you needed him. He needed you. 

You slowly situated his tip with your hole and began to sink down as you pushed his cock into you. You were wet, but the length of his cock always found a way to make you stretch. You let out a loud whimper as his hands raised to your hips to hold you close to him, as your clit reached the base of his cock. Sitting above him, you leaned down to kiss his lips, letting your tongue reach into his mouth. You started to raise him, raising your hips up and down. Your slick dripped all over his dick as you felt every inch of him as he reached as far up as possible. His whimpers made your pussy clench around him, as you dragged your own hand down to play with your clit, feeling yourself get close. 

Art was in a state of ecstasy. His glossy eyes were entranced on your tits, bouncing up and down as the sun hit them perfectly. The faintness of your suntan oil made your tits look like dew drops, glistening in a way that made Art lose his mind. He reached up one hand to twist one of your nipples as he felt his high rapidly approaching. His cock had been worked up from the moment he saw you from the kitchen window and he needed to finish inside you.

“Artie, baby, I’m so -ohh-oh close,” you screamed, speeding up the circles on your clit.

He pulled your hips down harder as his whimpers reached a level out of control. 

“Baby, I’m gonna fill you up oh-oh your pussy is so so - oh- so so good,” he cried aloud.

Your pussy tightened and your head fell back. Your high pitched moans cracked as your fingers moved at lightning speed on your wet clit. You clenched hard as your orgasm rattled you from head to toe.

“Art baby oh my— oh my god!”

“I’m cumming baby– fu-ck fuck-,” he moaned out

He pushed his hips up into your tightening pussy as cum spurted into you as deep as possible. You fell onto him as you felt your fluid mix and drip down your legs onto the towel.Your forehead brimmed with sweat as the sun beat upon your back and your minds went fuzzy. Art traced your hair and kissed your forehead, pushing your baby hairs out of the sweat trapping it in place. 

“Did you get what you needed from me, baby,” you whispered into his skin with a giggle. 

He smiled down at you as he moved his eye to cover it from the beating sun. 

“You know I did, my love. You know I did,”

Laid out on your frilly, purple sheets, lost in the pleasure of the little blue vibrator you keep for dire occasions. 

Clark had come home early that day exhausted from the workload at the Daily Planet. He just wanted to take a shower, bury himself in your arms, and let you play with his hair until all his worries melted far, far away.

When he arrived home to the sweet sounds of ecstasy falling from your shared room, he was surprised but obviously didn’t turn away. 

He approached the doorway slowly, savoring the sounds he hadn’t heard in a good while. Between writing for the paper and keeping the city safe, he hadn’t had the right amount of time to give his girl what she deserved. 

He peeked through the cracked open door and was struck by your naked form splayed out in front of him. 

With nothing but the sheets to cover yourself, his eyes bulged as he watched you grasp at your breast and push the vibrator harder into your core. 

It pained him to have to watch you pleasure yourself all on your own, but something in him felt so intrigued by just watching. Taking note of every curve of your body lightly shown within the setting sunlight. Watching your hair spread underneath the soft pillow with each jerk of your body. Hearing whispers of bliss slip from your perfect tongue as he watched you get closer and closer to an orgasm.

His own hand began to slowly travel down his body, shifting his belt and pants button out of the way to begin stroking his own cock that had grown hard from your sensual display.

He felt a dark sense of perversity overtake him as he continued to unknowingly stroke himself to your sounds and body. It felt wrong to take pleasure from solitary euphoria, but for some reason: he loved it. Maybe it was the long weeks spent away from you, the lack of control he had in the busy bullpen of work, or the pressure of keeping Metropolis from succumbing to a dangerous fate, but Clark felt power in knowing he could see you in your state of bliss, but you had no idea about him. 

He felt like a lion, stalking the prey he knew he could easily sink his teeth into, but he wanted to take it slow and savor the thrill of the kill. He could easily break you from your euphoric trance and give you the exact fucking you really needed, but he’d make you wait a little longer for something you didn’t know was coming. 

Clark was entranced watching you, he almost didn’t notice your moans turning to squeals and your first orgasm washing over your. You laid limp in bed, leg twitching in short bursts and breathing heavily. Like a trained lion, Clark knew this was the time to pounce. 

“Had a little too much fun there baby?” he asked, slowly pushing open the door.

You turned quickly to see the tall man you were lucky to call yours stalking towards you, his belt and pants button undone, cock almost fully on display.

Your mouth dropped open,

“Clarkie baby, I.. I.. I didn’t know you were gonna…”

“Don’t worry about it doll, I’m not angry. Just wish I could’ve been here to give you what you want, that’s all,” he said, bending down to sit on the bed and stroke your cheek in his big, soft hands. 

You looked up towards him with hungry eyes, as if your orgasm seconds ago meant nothing now that you had Clark in such a vulnerable position.

“Did you like watching me baby?” you asked with a smirk beginning to cross your face.

You teased him to try and get the upper hand but it was worthless. You were sprawled out nude, your vibrator sitting dangerously close to where you needed it most, and Clark had his eyes roaming your naked frame like he was ready to pounce at any second. 

“Of course I did my love, couldn’t get enough of you. I just know you deserve more than what this measly thing can do to you baby. You need a real man to show you how good you’re supposed to feel. Don’cha think?”

You started to unconsciously rub your thighs together, thinking about the sensational feelings Clark gives you that you haven’t felt for so long. The way he was staring you down, how his fingers began to trail up your leg and his all-too-familiar smell were clouding your mind. You needed him more than anything.

“Clark…” you whispered as his fingers trailed towards the apex of your thighs, brushing the wet mess you had left from your previous orgasm.

“Tell me what you need baby,” he said as he started taking off his coat. 

You watched as his coat slipped to the floor, his white button up following quickly behind. The soft tone of his arms and chest were finally on display after what felt like years of having not seen them. You ogled without shame, he softly giggled and began to blush. He pulled down his unbuttoned pants and boxers in one movement and you were met with his beautiful, hard cock. 

He shifted onto the bed, slowly spreading yout legs apart to get a good look at the pussy he’d been missing for so long. 

“Heavens, I’ve missed you baby,” he said, bringing his thumb up to rub your clit.

You shook with overstimulation as he began to circle it, watching your body shake. He trailed his pointer finger down to find your opening. With ease, he pushed his finger inside, continuing to rub circles where you needed him most. 

His eyes couldn't leave you as you let out small moans of ecstasy.  He took his other hand up to your breast to pinch your nipple, causing you to shriek with pleasure. 

He added a second finger to your wetness and brought his head down to your clit. 

“Need to give you what you’ve been missing baby,” he whispered, before letting his tongue loll out to lick your clit. 

Noises of lust poured from your mouth as Clark continued to devour and penetrate you at the same time. Your brain turned to mush with nothing on your mind but Clark, his fingers and tongue. 

He sucked on your clit just the way you liked, making sure to bring his eyes up to watch your body fall apart on his tongue. Your back arched off the bed while you reached down to grab at his beautiful raven curls. With every yank, he began grinding his unclothed cock into the sheets of the bed, losing more and more patience with every second. 

“OH… oh Clarkie I need you.. so so bad…” you whimpered, pulling his hair up signalling you needed more. 

He gave one final suck on your perfect clit, before pulling his body up to lean back on his calves. 

He licked his lips and began stroking his cock with soft grunts leaving his mouth.

“You ready for me baby?” he asked, eyes roaming your body.

“Of course I am, baby,” you responded.

You pulled him down for a kiss, tasting the sweet-sour twist of yourself on his tongue. You reached down, wrapping your hand around his own, leading his heavy cock to your wet pussy. He pushed in slowly, savoring the tight, warmth you provided. He raises one of his hands to grab your own, squeezing it as he pushes deeper, deeper, then all the way to his base. 

“Fuck, Clarkie,” You moaned.

His cock filled your pussy to the brim and took up all the thoughts out of your head. He began to shift his hips back and forth, feeling the warmth of your pussy after such a long drought. He repeatedly hit the spot inside you that made you squirm with pleasure as your nails begin to scratch down his hard muscled back.

“Fuck… baby keep gripping me like that.. Fuck..” Clark groaned as he sped up his pace, needing you more than ever. 

His thumb trailed down to your clit to rub more circles pushing you towards another orgasm, as he was closely approaching his. 

“God you're such a good girl for me baby… You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” Clark asked, quickening his thrusts as he gripped your hips harder. 

“Yes, yes.. yes baby, I'm so close,” you let out, feeling him deeper than before. 

You gripped the muscle of his shoulder hard as you began to flutter quickly around his cock.

“Oh baby, just like that.. Yes right there”

“Yeah baby, you gonna cum for me, fuckk baby,”

“Yes Clarkie, I'm gonna cum for you. Oh My God,” You screamed as your pussy squeezed him tight, cumming around his cock.

A wave of euphoria flooded you as Clack thrusted his last few times, before finishing deep inside you, just like you loved it. 

He stayed inside of you, collapsing with heavy breaths, kissing your neck as you both came back to Earth. 

You brought your hand up to his hair slowly, stroking his scalp as he purred into your soft-sweat skin. 

“I love you so much baby. Missed this, missed you,” he mumbled.

Laid out on your frilly, purple sheets, lost in the pleasure of the little blue vibrator you keep for dire occasions. 

Clark had come home early that day exhausted from the workload at the Daily Planet. He just wanted to take a shower, bury himself in your arms, and let you play with his hair until all his worries melted far, far away.

When he arrived home to the sweet sounds of ecstasy falling from your shared room, he was surprised but obviously didn’t turn away. 

He approached the doorway slowly, savoring the sounds he hadn’t heard in a good while. Between writing for the paper and keeping the city safe, he hadn’t had the right amount of time to give his girl what she deserved. 

He peeked through the cracked open door and was struck by your naked form splayed out in front of him. 

With nothing but the sheets to cover yourself, his eyes bulged as he watched you grasp at your breast and push the vibrator harder into your core. 

It pained him to have to watch you pleasure yourself all on your own, but something in him felt so intrigued by just watching. Taking note of every curve of your body lightly shown within the setting sunlight. Watching your hair spread underneath the soft pillow with each jerk of your body. Hearing whispers of bliss slip from your perfect tongue as he watched you get closer and closer to an orgasm.

His own hand began to slowly travel down his body, shifting his belt and pants button out of the way to begin stroking his own cock that had grown hard from your sensual display.

He felt a dark sense of perversity overtake him as he continued to unknowingly stroke himself to your sounds and body. It felt wrong to take pleasure in your solitary euphoria, but for some reason: he loved it. Maybe it was the long weeks spent away from you, the lack of control he had in the busy bullpen of work, or the pressure of keeping Metropolis from succumbing to a dangerous fate, but Clark felt power in knowing he could see you in your state of bliss, but you had no idea about him. 

He felt like a lion, stalking the prey he knew he could easily sink his teeth into, but he wanted to take it slow and savor the thrill of the kill. He could easily break you from your euphoric trance and give you the exact fucking you really needed, but he’d make you wait a little longer for something you didn’t know was coming. 

Clark was entranced watching you, he almost didn’t notice your moans turning to squeals and your first orgasm washing over your. You laid limp in bed, leg twitching in short bursts and breathing heavily. Like a trained lion, Clark knew this was the time to pounce. 

“Had a little too much fun there baby?” he asked, slowly pushing open the door.

You turned quickly to see the tall man you were lucky to call yours stalking towards you, his belt and pants button undone, cock almost fully on display.

Your mouth dropped open,

“Clarkie baby, I.. I.. I didn’t know you were gonna…”

“Don’t worry about it doll, I’m not angry. Just wish I could’ve been here to give you what you want, that’s all,” he said, bending down to sit on the bed and stroke your cheek in his big, soft hands. 

You looked up towards him with hungry eyes, as if your orgasm seconds ago meant nothing now that you had Clark in such a vulnerable position.

“Did you like watching me baby?” you asked with a smirk beginning to cross your face.

You teased him to try and get the upper hand but it was worthless. You were sprawled out nude, your vibrator sitting dangerously close to where you needed it most, and Clark had his eyes roaming your naked frame like he was ready to pounce at any second. 

“Of course I did my love, couldn’t get enough of you. I just know you deserve more than what this measly thing can do to you baby. You need a real man to show you how good you’re supposed to feel. Don’cha think?”

You started to unconsciously rub your thighs together, thinking about the sensational feelings Clark gives you that you haven’t felt for so long. The way he was staring you down, how his fingers began to trail up your leg and his all-too-familiar smell were clouding your mind. You needed him more than anything.

“Clark…” you whispered as his fingers trailed towards the apex of your thighs, brushing the wet mess you had left from your previous orgasm.

“Tell me what you need baby,” he said as he started taking off his coat.