Star

the tears are already brimming and blurring his vision, causing him to rapidly blink them away and shake his head with a sniffle as he hangs up his coat, takes off his shoes.

she’s there on their living room recliner, reading with her glasses on her nose, cozy with a big blanket swallowing her up. it smells like she made brownies too. the air of comfort should throw all of his worries away and out the door. what happened at work was only at work, he shouldn’t be taking it all home. but that’s not how clark’s head ever seemed to behave. he still remembers all his wrongdoings, his inferiority to some of his peers performing well above him. and their boss surely knows it too.

she puts a bookmark on her page and starts moving to get up and greet clark, a warm open smile on her face. clark immediately shakes his head and goes over to her, murmuring with a low, weak voice to tell her not to get up from her comfortable spot just for him. he marches over to her and doesn’t want to watch her face contort into worry, opening her arms as he comes over and balls himself up in her lap.

“oh no. baby, what happened today? was work too much?”

clark already has tears uncontrollably running down his face before he shoves himself into her bosom, sobbing into her chest as he breaks down and loses any facade of composure he’d tried putting on for his entire day.

“I…. I made…. a mistake,” he whimpers out. “got yelled at. of course. cause I’m just so stupid I can’t seem to do anything right anymore.”

she pats his back and runs her hands over his combed hair. she takes off his glasses for him and sets them down on them table while clark continues to cry, only word able to come out of him being mommy, mommy, mommy.

“shhh. I’m here. I’m here, baby. don’t be scared. you made a mistake is all, we all do. you aren’t a bad person or a stupid person for that. come here.”

he sniffles and licks his lips, suddenly salivating in a trance that’s pulling him out of his head when she starts unbuttoning her top.

“I know what you need.”

he looks at her with a little pout of his lower lip. “I need you, mommy. always need you….”

“I know.”

and then he’s ducking his head and wrapping his lips gently around a nipple, suckling like this is all he needed all day. her nipples harden from the cool air and the bud remains hard as his warm flush tongue swirls around and suckles down, humming as he nurses from his only caregiver.

“I missed you so much. all day mommy. needed you so much. wanted to be here instead, pleasing you.”

“you were so strong today. you’re my strong boy. you know that?”

she coos and plays with his hair. clark whines some more that he’s in heaven when she takes care of him like this, assures him like this. the tears have quietly began to dry as he keeps suckling, little noises coming from his mouth and the contact made on her delicate skin. after a few moments he switches to her other nipple, humming and closing his eyes in a daze. she tells him again that he’s worthy of love, that he’s as human as the rest of them, even if he’s from another planet he’s shown he is just as vulnerable, multifaceted, and caring as anyone else — despite what the news may say, despite what his enemies may try and claim.

“they make up stories about me. that I’m weird, that I don’t belong.”

“exactly, baby. they’re making it all up. where you belong is right here. right in mommy’s lap. you know I’ll always cherish you, especially on your hardest days,” she whispers sternly, making clark agree with a nod, giving in to her words before he helplessly goes back to sucking on her breast.

“I made brownies for us,” she coos after a while of soothing clark as he suckles each nipple. “how does a brownie and a glass of milk sound?”

“mmm. could smell them when I walked in. sounds amazing, momma,” he hums, still cuddling into her, kissing on her collarbones until he reaches her face. she looks at him with an honest understanding, like she knows exactly what he goes through and faces every single day and is all the more proud of him for always getting through it. for being brave, for never changing who he is just because he doesn’t fit certain expectations. if he needs to suck on his girlfriend’s clit, or her nipples, or cry into her shoulder to calm himself down, she’s more than willing — more than happy to provide what he needs to survive such a cold world.

they both get up and head to the kitchen, clark stuffing his face with glee and praising her for her delicious hard work. she pours him a glass of milk to go along with it, and he graciously drinks it up to wash down all the chocolate on his tongue. after dessert she brings him back to the living room with a tug of his arm, this time heading to their couch for more space for his long limbs to sprawl out. clark’s mouth began to water and all the worries in his brain began to fade out as she pulls her sweatpants down, then her panties included in a little pile on the floor. adjusts her top so her breasts can each fall out and be exposed to the air. it’s the most mouthwatering sight clark could have ever seen.

“mommy, mommy I…”

“have your pick, or take turns with your mouth on each. I know what you need,” she beckons him to the couch and he gets down on his knees to the floor right beside her. “I know what you go through. you need mommy now more than ever, don’t you?”

“mmmhm,” he agrees, leaning in and kissing her on the lips, not hiding his possessive side as he grabs onto her breast and twirls with one of her nipples that he’d been nursing on. “I always need you mommy. you’re so smart and so giving,” clark sighs as his lips open up to her skin, licking like he was seconds away from giving her a hickey. “so beautiful. you’ve taught me about what it means to be good. I have to lick you everywhere I can…. tasting you is what I live for, what I wait to come home to all day,” he whimpers. she shushes him and tugs him to bring him closer, having him lay on the other end of the couch between her open legs. “you’re everything and more.”

“I love you, baby boy,” she hums. he says he loves her more. she in turn pulls the hood of her clit up as he brings his face closer in, breathing her pussy in and planting little kisses to prep her for what was to come. “you can start on my clit then go back to my tits, okay?”

“okay, yeah, yeah please.”

and then clark eats all night, putting his mouth to work on her pussy, on her breasts, all down her thighs. scattering kisses and love bites everywhere he desires. she bucks her hips and her breasts up into his mouth every time, watches as he goes completely lax without a single thought to overwhelm him or harm him anymore. he doesn’t have to be in his head when his mouth is going to work on the woman he loves.

. . .

your legs are wrapped around his waist, his arms cuddling you to him as he walks to his room. laying you on his cozy full sized bed; he’s been meaning to go up a size, but if he’s honest, he likes that you have to basically sleep on top of him when you sleep over. he places a palm on your belly, fingers sprawling against your torso as he catches his breath.

moving to sit up, you reach for him petulantly. but andrew shakes his head “n-no. no. wanna look at you. please-wanna… gotta see you first.” falling to his knees and kissing yours. he nuzzles into your thigh, calloused thumb rubbing against the soft, sensitive, untouched skin behind your calf and under your knee.

andrew inhales, having to stop his tongue from lulling out and drooling on you. kissing the center of your cotton panties, he licks over the fabric until his tongue burns with irritation. doesn’t bother him, never could.

after peeling your panties off you, taking his hands from off of the bedroom floor to aid you, he returns back to his knees. a sudden clap of skin reverberates, andrew yanking you closer to him— eye level to your weeping cunt.

his tender green eyes flicker across her, puffy and cute in the warm light of his house. andrew’s trying to steady his breathing, but he’s a bull in a china shop; traipsing through getting you naked while desperately fighting every instinct to tear you apart with his teeth.

you whine as his thumbs move to your lips, spreading you open for him & the cold, air conditioned air. andrew’s eyes shimmer, with tears or want, who knows? either way, he pouting, the tiniest pool of saliva forming on his inner lip. he squishes your lips together, an experimental pinch to put pressure on your clit.

“oh my- oh, andrew-” “she’s so pretty.. like her so much”

he’s entranced as he responds, sitting up on his knees in focus. he swirls his tongue in his mouth, breath still coming in hard as he watches you writhe. moving his right hand back to the floor, he pushes down on his cock, trying to mirror the earlier sensation he gave you. his left thumb moves to the hood of your cunt & his mouth fills with water again at the sight of your clit trembling.

“oh, hi, baby.” he whispers, more to her than you. pressing his palm down harder on his thick cock, andrew’s breathing turns shaky as he eyes you.

your hips buck up impatiently, the room feeling entirely too hot and personal. a sudden weight across your lower tummy stops you, “p-please. just a few more minutes, bun, okay?”

nodding, you lay back down, hands covering your eyes so you don’t cry– you’ve never wanted him this badly. he returns to your cunt, pressing his thumb up and down over the hood, moving the skin to hear you whine and watch your toes clench.

he sits back on his haunches, hands pressing your thighs to spread wider. you think that if he had stirrups he’d make you use them. but his hands are on his lap, just looking, eyes flickering back and forth, back and forth. he kisses your thighs, nuzzling his nose against them before speaking, almost to himself, “just love her so much. wanna stay here all the time.”

again his thumb pulls back the skin of your cunt, clit swollen and throbbing under his stare. from above, andrew rolls his tongue before dishing out a long glob of spit. he lets it glide down your clit, and you kick your legs in anticipation, subtly crying “andyyyy”

for a moment his eyes meet yours, a brief, romantic moment. he palms at himself, slack jawed as he watches your chest heave. but the moment ends very quickly once he catches sight of his bubbly saliva melting onto your pussy.

diving forward, he whines into you. andrew’s hands return to the floor, fists pushing down onto the hardwood to ground himself as his eyes flutter shut. swirling the glob of spit in his mouth, andrew circles your bud with his tongue— slurping it back up, just to pull back and spit on your cunt again. his pointer and middle finger framing & pulling you open as he wiggles his head side to side, drowning in you.

andrew breathes deeper, whining himself as his nose nuzzles deeper into your mound of hair. his face is pressed so tightly to you, there’s nowhere for you to move, really. in between long, thick stripes, he’s pulling back, again speaking to himself before diving right back in.

“oh my god. oh my- god, oh god.”

his right hand holds your ankle, teeth nipping at your lips before his tongue sloppily licks you from hole to clit.

wedging his face further into you, if even possible, you feel his tongue prod past your entrance– desperate, reaching motions.

it’s messy, a mix of andrew’s spit and your essence. his fingers move down to run over your manicured toes as he tilts his head to rest on your thigh, tongue never disconnecting once as he breaths through his nose.

the feeling of your foot clenching at his devotion sends him over the edge. cumming untouched, andrew surges forward, a loud “fuck!” crawling out of his chest.

but he doesn’t stop, just keeps devouring you. slurping and gulping and taking breaths as he rubs his tongue raw amidst the squelching. moaning into you like he’s overstimulated.

“i-i love you. love your pretty pussy, oh- oh my god you’re so good, she’s so good.”

leaning back on his haunches, he thumbs at your clit as you thrash. his arm is planted across the pudgy flesh of your lil tummy as he speaks. figure 8s, red cheeks and a wet chin, he licks his lips.