i’m having a really hard time figuring out how to color this so here’s a wip for now of a fanart inspired by @lavenderlyncis ‘s fic “red hood/superboy prime: world’s foulest” !!
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Tags: NSFW (18+), dirty talk, name-calling, unprotected p in v, creampie, spanking, Scott is a boob guy, boob play, nipple play, doggy style, brief cunnilingus, reader squirts, jealous!Scott, arguing, alcohol consumption
Word Count: 3k
Summary: When Scott sees you 'flirting' with Javi, you're made aware of just how possessive and jealous he can get.
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The bar is loud, bustling with folks holding half-empty beers or glasses of whiskey. Music plays softly overhead, and a few small groups sway to the rhythm. Glasses clink against the bar, pool balls crack together, and the wind blows softly against all of it from outside.
Scott Miller is watching you. You’ve only had half of a beer, meaning you’re still fairly sober, but he’s almost positive he knows what you’re doing as you talk to Javi. You’re just a little too close, your StormPar shirt having been discarded somewhere, leaving you in just your tank top and jeans.
Scott is trying to ignore it, he really is. Who gives a shit if you and Javi are…Whatever you are? God, not him. Sure as hell not him. It’s not like he spends an extra ten minutes in the shower jerking his cock to the thought of you on your knees, pressing your tits together while you open your mouth to take his load. Nope. No fuckin’ way.
Besides, you and him aren’t a thing. Never have been, never will be. It doesn’t matter that he drives you around from time to time, or that he feels your eyes lingering on him while he’s pushing his hair out of his face, or that at least two days out of the week you end up in his motel room. Fuck no, that doesn’t matter, because you’ve clearly got eyes for Javi.
Why shouldn’t you? Scott knows Javi’s a nice guy. A gentleman. Opens doors, uses his manners, chooses his words carefully. You deserve a guy like Javi, he guesses. Not that he cares whose bed you’re in, anyway.
But he can’t ignore the way his stomach is twisting at the sight before him. Seeing you belly-laugh at Javi’s jokes has him feeling more ill than driving full-speed in tornado weather ever has. You never laugh like that with him. Scott supposes that he isn’t a terribly funny guy, though. That’s it, that’s what it is. And that's just fine. It’s not like he wants you to be in love with him. That’s fucking ridiculous.
Scott takes a final swig of his beer – it’s room temperature, now, anyway – and then pays the bartender before approaching you and Javi and the others. You glance over, and when he catches your eye, you look him up and down. He’s pulling his pack of gum out of his pocket and popping a stick into his mouth.
“I’m out,” Scott says. “You comin’?”
You glance at Javi, then at your watch.
“It’s only nine. Are you sure you don’t wanna–”
“I’m pretty sure,” Scott says. He glances at Javi, then looks at you again. “I’m going. Take it or leave it.”
You sigh. Knowing Javi, he’ll be out until past midnight, and Scott was your ride here, afterall. You nod, then take a final sip of your beer before handing it to Javi.
“Behave,” you warn him playfully before crossing the bar to grab your StormPar shirt off one of the stools. Scott’s jaw is clenched as he watches you closely. You know what you’re doing to him, he’s positive of it, now. Behave? Behave? Jesus, what is this? What was that?
Scott’s jaw works as he chews his gum, arms crossed while he follows you with his eyes. You approach him, nodding as you do.
“Let’s go,” you say. He says nothing, instead turning and walking ahead of you as he pulls the truck keys out of his pocket. You smirk to yourself as you look him up and down while you follow him. With a surge of confidence, you rush forward and give his ass a playful squeeze. Scott glances at you, chewing his gum aggressively as his brows furrow.
“What was that for?” he asks snippily. You shrug.
“These pants look nice on you,” you say simply. Scott shakes his head.
“You’re drunk,” he huffs as he unlocks the truck and opens the driver side door. You walk around the side with an eyeroll.
“I am not. I can just appreciate when your ass looks good.” Scott says nothing as the two of you buckle in, and you glance at him. Something’s off. It isn’t hard to tell. He’s chewing the hell outta his gum, his brows are set, and his eyes are dark. “Scott.”
“What?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” he says shortly as he sticks the key into the ignition and backs out of his parking space.
“You’re lying.”
“Since when did you care?” he asks. What a silly thing to say. You figured after working together for nearly a year, he’d know that you care. Sure, you pick on each other, but that doesn’t mean you don’t care about him.
“What–”
“You’re asking so you can make sure you haven’t done anything wrong? Is that what this is?” Scott asks coolly. You’re still looking at him.
“No, I just wanna make sure you’re okay. That’s it.”
He hesitates. Scott, who always has a witty comeback or a calculated answer, hesitates.
“Why are you being so nice?” he asks as he drives along.
“I’m always nice.”
“No, you’re not. You’re nice when you’re stuffed full of cock, but otherwise–”
“Uncalled for.”
“-- You’re a total bitch. And you just want me to reassure you that I think of you as Little Miss Perfect.”
“Why are you being like this?” you ask sharply.
“Why don’t you spend the night with Javi instead if you don’t like the way this is going?”
You pause. Oh. That’s what this is. You sigh, eyes closing briefly. You shake your head.
“Javi and I have known each other for years. I tell you this every single time. He’s my friend, we joke with each other–”
“Didn’t look like a joke when he touched your lower back.”
“He’s a touchy guy! That’s all!”
Scott shakes his head and pops his gum as he stops at a red light.
“You’re sleeping around, aren’t you?” Scott asks as if he already knows the answer.
“Fuck you.”
“No, tell me. If I’m wrong, just deny it.”
“You’re calling me a slut,” you say angrily. You’re almost to the motel, the bar having been just around the corner, just a few roads over. “Let me out, I’d rather walk than be in here with you.”
Scott locks the doors.
“Answer my question,” he insists as he pulls onto the road the motel is on.
“I’m not sleeping around!” you practically yell. “And if I was, that would be my fucking choice. Since when do you care whose bed I end up in, anyway? I’m not your girlfriend. I’m barely your friend. You hate me.”
“I do not hate you–”
“You act like you do. Let me out right here.”
“No.”
“You’re an asshole. Let me out.”
Scott pulls into the lot, and you shake your head.
“Javi wants you. It’s not hard to tell.”
“And who says I want him back?” you snap, glaring at him as he parks.
“Why were you telling him to behave?”
“It was a joke, Scott! For fucksake, unlock the car or I’m–”
Scott unlocks his own door and gets out. He’s walking around to your side, you realize, and you unbuckle your seatbelt. He opens the door, and you shove at his chest to get past him. He catches your wrist, and you tug away.
“Let go of me.”
“Listen–”
“No, you listen. I can sleep with whoever the fuck I want. I’m not sleeping with Javi, but if I were, I bet he’d be a lot fucking nicer than you are. Maybe I should sleep with him. I bet it’d be an upgrade.”
It’s Scott’s turn to glare at you, now.
“That was shitty,” he says.
“You’re shitty.” You bump against him when he moves forward, and you feel his half-hard cock through his pants. “Oh my god. You’re a freak.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Scott says, still holding your wrist. Gently, he presses you against the side of the truck. Your breath catches, and your core gets hot. “So. You don’t like Javi.”
“Ah, he finally grasps what I’ve been saying for months,” you say condescendingly. Scott fits his knee between your thighs, and you weakly shove at his chest as he leans down to kiss your throat.
“Be nice,” he warns.
“Or what?”
He draws back to look at you, then glances at your cleavage and gives your breasts a squeeze, pushing them together in your top. You roll your eyes.
“One track mind. Jesus Christ. Get off me, someone will see.”
“Go on, lead the way,” Scott says, squeezing your ass as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his room key.
You should leave. You should go to your own room and not speak to him for the rest of the night. It would be so easy to leave Scott high and dry, to tell him to fuck off and use his hand for once.
But you want him.
You’ve wanted him all fucking night.
All that dancing, all those fake laughs, all the seductive looks you threw his way…God, he didn’t catch any of it. He’s such an idiot.
So, when he lets go of you, you don’t head straight to your room at the other end of the motel. You hold his wrist and lead him towards his room. You even grab the key from him to unlock the door. He’s on you as you do, kissing and nipping at your throat with those skilled, plump lips of his. Fuck him. Genuinely fuck him.
You get the door open, and Scott’s large hands smooth over your waist. You let him press you against the door once it’s kicked shut and re-locked. When he rocks his hips against you and you feel his erection, you don’t pull away. Your skin is on fire, burning with want and arousal. You hate him. You hate that he does this to you. You hate that you want him to.
You throw his cap to the side, then run your fingers through his hair and give it a harsh tug down so you can kiss him. He hums against your mouth, fitting his knee between your thighs again. You grind down against it, desperate for friction. He chuckles, and you tug his hair again.
“Shut up,” you mutter.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You laughed.”
“I wasn’t laughing at you.”
He presses his hands against your breasts again, this time using the force of his touch to pin you against the wall. He pinches your nipples through the tank top, through your bra, and you gasp into his open mouth.
“I ever tell you how much I love these fuckin’ things?” he asks. You bite his bottom lip. He tastes like mint and beer and something that is so painfully, familiarly him.
“Maybe once or twice,” you say. He pinches your nipples again. You flick him with your index finger. “That fucking hurts–”
“Don’t whine at me,” he says, tugging you forward and off the door. Scott pulls off your tank top, throws it aside, and reaches around to unclip your bra. He throws that away too, then cups your breasts in his big hands. Your nipples are hard from being played with, and he hums at the sight. “Oh, yeah…These’re nice…”
“You’re so weird,” you say as you unbutton his StormPar shirt. You get rid of it, then push your hands beneath his undershirt to feel his firm, warm stomach.
“You’re into it,” Scott says, nosing at your neck. “Don’t even try to pretend you aren’t.”
He pushes you down onto the bed, and your body bounces. He grabs your ankle and begins to untie your boot. You watch him with a small smirk.
“You could give me a show while I do this, y’know. I’m being really nice.”
“A show, huh?”
“Play with your tits,” Scott says. You roll your eyes, but bring your hands to your breasts anyway. You massage them, pressing them together over and over, and Scott hums as he throws your boot and sock to the floor before grabbing your other ankle and untying that one, too.
“Pinch ‘em.”
“Fucking perv,” you say quietly, biting your lip as you pinch and roll your nipples between your fingers. Scott gets rid of your other boot and sock, then grabs both ankles and yanks you to the edge of the mattress so he can get to the buttons on your jeans. You run your hands along his biceps as he unbuttons and unzips them and tugs them down. He throws those aside, too.
“How would you feel if I just fucked your thighs?” Scott asks, taking a moment to pull off his undershirt, leaving his chest, arms, back, and stomach on display for you. You gawk at him, barely registering his question. “Or your tits? Huh? Leave you hangin’? Make you take care of yourself on your own?”
“...What?”
Scott rolls his eyes, then pushes at your hip.
“You’re obnoxious. Roll over,” he tells you. You do, and he pulls your hips back so that you’re on all fours. You bite your lip, letting out a soft moan as he spreads the lips of your pussy and leans in to tongue at your entrance teasingly.
“Fuck, Scott…” you breathe, looking back at him. He’s gripping your hips tightly, holding you in place as he tastes you. You’re so wet already, and feeling his tongue, hot and wet and muscle-y, makes you squirm in place.
“Enough teasing,” you tell him.
“So impatient,” Scott breathes, suddenly plunging two fingers into your pussy. “I’m making sure you’re wet enough to take my cock.”
You roll your eyes and moan at the same time. He moves his fingers quickly, his fingertips massaging your spongy g-spot, and you feel a sort of building sensation in your abdomen.
“Fuck, Scott, o-oh my god—“
You squirt on his fingers suddenly and without warning, gasping as you do so. Scott hums. You’re positive that he’s smirking. You look back at him.
“I-I told you to stop fuckin’ teasing me,” you breathe. He hums, then sticks his arousal-soaked fingers into your mouth. You suck on them eagerly, and he gives your head a gentle shake.
“You’re so pretty when your mouth is full,” he says. You hum, sucking on his fingers before he pulls them away.
Scott gives your ass a smack, and then you hear the sound of him undoing his pants. Your back arches in anticipation, and Scott gives your ass another harsh smack.
“Already know what to do, hm?” he hums. You hear him pumping his cock a few times, presumably smearing his pre-cum over his member, and your core clenches around nothing. You give your ass a playful shake.
“Hurry up,” you breathe. He grips your hip with one hand and guides his leaky tip to your pussy with the other. You bite your lip, head falling forward as he presses in. “F-Fuck…”
“Shut you right up, huh?” Scott comments. You clench around his tip.
“Fuck off,” you whimper, gripping the comforter tightly. “Oh, god, c’mon, put it in already–”
Scott thrusts all the way in suddenly and without warning, making you gasp. It stings – it always does, no matter how wet you are – but it quickly fizzles out into pleasure as he moves in and out, in and out, in and out. You gasp, jaw slacking and eyes fluttering. You feel a hand on the back of your head, and it pushes your face down into the mattress as you’re fucked faster and faster.
“There we go,” Scott grunts. “Mmm…So much prettier when you’re quiet…”
“S-Shut the fuck up,” you breathe. “O-Oh, shit…”
Scott chuckles, then gives your ass a smack.
“Gonna fill this p-pussy up…” he babbles. You’ll never admit it, but you love it when he talks like this. “Get you all full of me…”
“I’ll keep it all,” you breathe. “K-Keep it all inside…”
A condescending chuckle.
“I know you will,” Scott says, plowing into you. The bed rocks and creaks with the force of his thrusts. “Such a good little cum dump.”
“R-Romantic,” you breathe, hardly registering his words. You’re so blissed out, so hot on his cock. You’re an exposed nerve – hot and quivering and accepting of all sensations. Scott grunts.
“You like it,” he says. “I know you do. Y-You love it when I use you.”
He reaches around and rubs your clit in tight, firm circles. You whine loudly, eyes squeezing shut as he pleasures you. Your walls flutter, heat flooding your core, and Scott hums at the feeling.
“Gonna cum?” he asks. “Hm?”
“S-Soon,” you moan. “Oh, god, yeah…”
“Me too,” he grunts, hips rutting faster and faster as he rubs your clit. “Hurry up…Cum for me…”
You feel your orgasm rising, rising, rising, and then–
“Oh, fuck!” you moan, walls spasming around Scott’s cock as you fall over the edge. Your thighs shake and warmth washes over you. “Fuck!”
Feeling you orgasm forces Scott over the edge, and he grunts lowly as he pulls his fingers away from your throbbing clit and grips your hips with both hands. He cums deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot, sticky seed. You moan at the feeling, face still pressed against the mattress, and when you feel his thrusts begin to slow, you hum softly.
“Took me so well,” Scott babbles breathily. “Jesus fucking christ. Always taking me so well. Your pussy’s so pretty when it’s full of me…”
You squeeze his cock with your walls, and he hisses as he begins to pull out.
“Don’t do that shit,” he says. You hum, smirking to yourself as his softened cock slips out of you.
“Why not? S’fun to tease you,” you say. He smacks your ass and you roll over onto your back to look up at him. Scott leans over you to nip at your throat.
“Javi could never make you feel that good,” he whispers against your skin. You sigh, running your hands through his hair.
“Scott…”
“Say it.”
“Are you serious?”
He pulls back and looks into your eyes. For a moment, you swear there’s something unfamiliar shining in them.
“Say it,” he tells you again. You touch his cheek.
working on a bigger piece directly inspired by @lavenderlyncis ‘s wonderful fic, (which you should go read right now) but the primehood worms have started to eat my brain already so here’s a little something for the world’s foulest!
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So you know how Prime is a comic book store worker in this Superman run? I absolutely need a no capes au with librarian Jason Todd who’s getting Damian a few volumes of a manga series as a birthday gift and refuses to shop anything but small businesses when he can. This means no Amazon and no Barnes and Noble. He’s more familiar with the second hand bookstores he frequents for well loved classics. He’s a regular at a hole in the wall second hand bookstores he frequents store run by an old couple. There’s something special about second hand books and the stories those tell on their own. Unfortunately those don’t carry manga.
So after a quick Google search, he sees a nearby comic book store has a manga section.
Prime is ranting with a coworker coughKyleRaynercough about live action adaptations of superhero movies and how they never do the heroes justice. It has to be animated. Of course, Prime brings up the Batfam.
“The Batman castings are okay I guess. But those Nightwing fancasts? Those actors publicly shooting their shot to be casted? No. Absolutely not. Our only hope is an open casting call, which we know are rigged. They’re going to go with the same actors every time. And don’t get me started on Red Hood. I don’t think anyone would be able to do him justice.”
Enter Jason Todd. This boy has never stepped foot in a comic book store in his life. He read the one off comic before. Ones he found while living in Park Row and was reading anything he could get his hands on, ones got from Dick as a kid that his older brother thought he’d enjoy, and the issues one of the others would leave around the manor Alfred hadn’t gotten to yet. But he never went searching for comics to read.
Prime is floored when Jason opens the door and walks in. Jason looks around and only sees comics in the front section of the store.
“Hey,” Jason greets, doing that small tilt upward of his chin guys always do to acknowledge each other regardless of if they know each other. This should not have made Prime’s heart flutter the way it did.
Prime is physically unable to respond, staring at Jason with no shame. Kyle has to elbow Prime to snap him out of it.
“Yeah, they’re further in the store towards the back. There’ll be a few bookshelves along the wall. Are you looking for anything in particular?”
“Nah, it’s alright. I think I got it.”
“Okay. Cool. Cool.”
Prime hunches over once Jason walks away, whispering quickly to Kyle. “That is not one of our regulars. How do we make him one of our regulars? I’m not losing him to that store on Fifth and Kane or the fuckass Barnes and Noble.”
Now Kyle agrees with Prime’s sentiment. Trust him. He’s ready to make fanart of this guy that walked in. But Jason’s is just a guy. Jason’s a tank and overall looks really fucking cool, but he’s just a guy. Regardless Kyle doesn’t get to tell Prime any of this as Jason walks up to the counter again. In and out. Jason was not planning on lingering.
“Find what you need?”
“Yeah, my little brother has been wanting to own this one for ages, and I think he’ll like this other series.”
Prime throws in a Red Hood comic claiming it’s a leftover freebie from Free Comic Book Day. Jason is none the wiser and thanks him. Kyle raises a brow at Prime, muttering that Prime is not slick. Obviously Prime is a liar and pays for it himself after Jason leaves.
After Jason pays and leaves, Prime and Kyle hear the motorcycle and immediately look out the window. They watch as Jason rides away. Prime is absolutely gone. This loser fucking whimpers when he says out loud that he has a motorcycle.
“I need to see that man cosplay Red Hood.”
If I end up properly writing this, I need to make this fic super meta and in a universe that it’s a coincidence that the names match or at least are really close.
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Summary : it’s hardly his fault is it? You left your curtains open slightly.
Content : stalking , extreme voyeurism/ use of recording without reader knowing , jerking off , swearing , fingering (self pleasure), Scotts a manipulative freak, age gap of five years (Scott is 30 Reader is 25), mentions of vomiting.
This is a lot darker than I normally write! So please let know if I’ve missed any warnings !!!
Over 1.8k words
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Moving to Oklahoma at 25 was one of the biggest things you've ever done. Moving away from the strain your parents always gave you. It brought you closer to your new job as a meteorologist. Your new coworkers had been oh so nice.
Javi was your first friend there. Happy to guide you. Kate was a little dubious at first. But it was Scott who you felt more comfortable around. You didn't know why. He was your superior. But he just gave off a really calming energy. Except for when he was shouting at everyone of course.
That was until you started getting the notes a few weeks later. They started out friendly at first. "You look pretty today"
You just thought you had a secret admirer at first. No harm right? Then came the flowers with the love notes . And the notes got more personal.
"You smell so good." Or. "I like that shirt better than the pink one." it was still harmless. But it freaked you out. You couldn't focus on anything.
People picked up on it at work. Scott pulls you aside.
"Kid... hey are you okay? You're really distracted and you gotta stay focused in this job it's serious !" You fidgeted with your hands and pulled the notes out of your pocket. He looked concerned.
"What the fuck is all this... you got an admirer kid?" He acts completely unaware. Like he's the most concerned man on this planet.
"Scott. It's not funny. It's weird. I'm kinda scared!" You sigh painfully, your heart racing looking at the notes.
He leans down putting his hands on his knees making your heart thud harder, his cologne was strong.. musky and his spearmint gum was overpowering."Oh... kid ... you're okay.. nobody is going to get you..you can always message me if you're scared okay?" He ruffled your hair and you sigh in relief looking at him.
"Thanks Scott... it means a lot!" You managed to squeak out and he tilts his head.
"I'll let the team know. I won't tell them everything I'll tell them to keep an eye on you. Don't ever thank me for being a good person." Oh how fucking sick he was.
He knew it was wrong to send you the notes. And the flowers. He's just making you feel welcome. Loved. You were so stressed all day.
When it was finally time to go Scott pats you gently on your shoulder.
"Remember what I said kid. Message me. You're too fuckin sweet to be scared!" You smiled at him feeling slightly better. But despite it you were looking in every direction driving home. You felt like everyone was out to get you.
As soon as you got to your sweet little bungalow home it was dark outside. Quickly you got out of the car locking it and ran inside. Then locked the door and pulled the chain across letting out a huge sigh of relief kicking your shoes off. You know you probably should've gone to the police. But you were scared. And the chances of them not doing anything were high. You weren't being physically harmed.
You went to your bedroom flicking the light on and throwing yourself onto the bed with a huge groan. Your head was spinning like crazy overthinking the worst scenarios possible.
At times like this you just wanted to do anything but think about it. So you pulled your pants down slowly and glide your hand underneath your Lacy underwear. A small sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you slowly rub your clit. The entire sensation sent a shiver down your spine. Your fingers dance slowly to your pussy slowly gliding them in making you gasp at the stretch. It felt so fucking good.
But unbeknownst to you while you were fucking yourself. Your curtains were slightly open. And there. In a dark outfit was Scott. He slowly groaned lifting his phone out of his pocket and started recording you touching yourself. A sickening grin as he watched your fingers fuck your sweet little pussy soaking those pretty panties. He was sickeningly hard.
You kicked the underwear off spreading your legs further rutting your hips against your fingers arching them. Sweet little whines slipping from your mouth , your pussy oozing desperately. It was wrong really. To be getting off when everything was going on. But you needed a relief.
Scott reached into his pocket grabbing at his achingly hard dick through his pants and slowly started pumping his hand. He bit his lip hard to keep him quiet while he kept recording you. He was throbbing hard and his tip leaking desperately.
How pretty you looked. Putting on a show for him right? You Moaned moving your fingers faster gasping arching your back and reaching a hand to unbutton your shirt to grab your breast playing with your hardening nipple at the same time. You shriek eyes closed and head thrown back. Fingers sliding out to coax your aching clit rubbing in quicker circles. Oh you were a sight. Quite literally.
Scott moves his hand faster , squeezing his dick at the same time trying to match your pace, he had never been so hard in his entire life. He keeps the camera steady listening to your sweet little whines. All splayed out for him. And then you got close. Painfully close. The orgasm came crashing down and you moan again arching your head back desperately trying to catch your breath.
Scott's balls tightened, he squeezed his dick harder fucking into his hand through the cloth before he knew it. His boxers were soaked with his warm cum, He finishes the recording and disappears.
Just as you caught your breath and started to pull on some clothes. Your phone pings. An unknown number.
"Smile for the camera sweetie!" You felt sick. Then you realised the curtains were open slightly. How could you be so stupid. Quickly you went over to the window to see if anyone was there. They weren't. The thudding of your heart filled the room. The message glowed hauntingly and you hesitate before replying to it.
- Who is this??? This is not funny!!
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-Sorry! Wrong number!
It wasn't. Scott knew exactly what he was doing. You didn't. Your heart was in your throat as you deleted the chat trying to calm down. Maybe what you needed was some sleep. Maybe you were just. Tired.
When Scott got home that night he pulled up the video again laying in bed and taking himself out of his boxers pulling up the video. He was hard all over again. He felt gross. He felt free. Desperate. Stroking his dick and watching you touch yourself. He needed it like he needed air. His tip was throbbing and oozing with cum as he fucks into his hand harder. Muttering "you're so pretty... need to keep you" His head thuds as he groans listening to your whines. The feeling of his balls tightened spluttering cum all over his chest .. hand. The phone in his hand he brings to his lips.
Oh he's sick. He knows it. He needs you though.
With a cloth he wipes his non dominant cum covered hand and begins writing another note.
The next day you had gotten ready for work throwing on the pants and storm par shirt. Head still spinning. After a quick coffee you made it outside to your car , on the windscreen. Was a note.
A wave of nausea hits you. The coffee you had coming back up your throat and causing you to spew up onto the grass by your car leaving a vile taste in your mouth. What. The fuck.
And now you were going to be late. Great! Let's piss Scott off while we're at it. You frantically got into the car driving all the way to work and fling yourself out running inside out of breath. Everyone looking up from the storm data to look at how pale you were, how your eyes watered.
"Jesus rookie! What happened to you?" Javis jaw dropped. Kate eyes widen and you can hear someone clear their throat. When you turned around Scott is stood arms crossed.
"Cutting it fine aren't we kid?" He raises an eyebrow at you and your heart thudded all over again.
"I'm really sorry! It's been a hectic night and a hectic morning! It wont happen again!" You splutter out. He pinches the bridge of his nose with one hand and puts his hand up with the other.
"Just ... it's fine. See that it doesn't.. get some water. I'll have a word with you later... you look like you've just been sick" He places some gum in your hand and walks off leaving you.
"Are you okay? Scott said we have to keep an eye on you! Troubles at home?" Kate asks and you sigh popping the gum into your mouth.
"Something like that. Just probably someone trying to scare me" You answer politely and she nods returning to her work.
Later on you were taking a break from reading weather maps and looking out for potential cells. But nothing. You rest your head against the wall and feel a tap on your shoulder making you screech.
"JESUS! Kid it's just me!" Scott puts his hand up in defence and you sigh calming down and he leans against the wall next to you.
"Talk to me. What happened?" He crosses his arms waiting. Listening for you to start talking.
"I got another note okay..." you passed him the note from before. His jaw clenches and looks at you.
"Look.. maybe someone's playing a sick Joke on you .. what exactly were you doing last night?"
You shook your head. No way were you about to tell your superior that you were getting off. He snaps his gum and tilts his head.
"How am I supposed to help you if I don't know what's going on?" He asked. That was true.
"Okay! Fine ! I was having ... some me time. And I don't know I got a little into it and I didn't know that my curtains were open a little!" You groan and he listens knowingly and lets out a little chuckle.
"You fucked yourself with your curtains open? Kid.. what the fuck!" You groan putting your hands over your face and he grins sickeningly pulling them away from your face.
"I didn't realise okay! I had enough on my mind to notice ! " He places a hand on your shoulder leaning down again.
"First of all still very silly. I think maybe you just have a creepy neighbour or someone is messing with you . I told you. Nobody is going to hurt you. I'm serious from now on call me okay?"
You sigh nodding at him. He was probably right. You shouldn't have let the curtains open. But he knew the more he fed you sweet little lies. The more you would come back to him when you were scared.
"Thank you Scott.. I'm sorry I was almost late.." There's a soft glint in his eyes as he rubs your back and leads you back inside.
"S'fine kid don't stress it. And for the love of god. Close your curtains next time!"
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the door to your apartment barely clicks shut before you’re on him like a starved dog, hands fisting in his shirt as you drag him down the hallway toward your bedroom like you’re done with all the polite bullshit. clark lets out a startled laugh, trying to play it cool even as his ears flush pink. he’s trying hard not to show just how turned on he is by being woman-handled like that. “i wasn’t gonna leave this time, i swear,” he mutters against your mouth, voice soft and just a little bit whiny, but you both know that’s a load of crap—he’s been pulling excuses for weeks. too scared to fuck you because well… for starters, he’s never done this before. and secondly he’s scared of hurting you. adorable, right?
you push him until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he sits down hard, glasses slipping, and eyes wide as you peel your dress off in one smooth motion. black lace bra, matching panties. fuck, the way he stares makes heat pool low in your belly.
“jesus,” he mutters under his breath, hands twitching at his sides like he doesn’t know what the hell to do with them.
you straddle his lap fast, knees bracketing his hips, and grind down once just to feel him. “clark,” you breathe, already working his shirt open button by button and shoving it off those broad, tense shoulders. “i’ve been patient enough. you’re not backing out tonight.”
“yeah?” his voice comes out rougher than he probably means, trying to sound confident as his palms settle on your waist. “guess i finally came to my senses.” his fingers are warm against your skin, but you catch the slight tremble he’s trying to hide.
you smirk, grab his right hand, and drag it up until it cups your breast, pressing his palm firm against you. “like this,” you whisper, guiding him. “you’re not gonna break me, clark. i’m not made of glass.”
his breath hitches hard, but he squeezes anyway, thumb brushing over your nipple as you arch into it. he feels it pebble beneath his finger and you feel his cock twitch under you, thick and straining against his jeans already.
“you’re really sure?” he asks, voice low, trying to smirk even as his other hand stays hesitant. he wonders why there’s no crash course on how to fuck if you’ve got dormant powers and you’re too scared to get in bed with a lady because of them.“i’m… kinda new to the whole ‘not accidentally leveling a building during sex’ thing.” he leans in like he’s got this, kissing the side of your neck, then lower, lips brushing the swell of your tit while his fingers explore more boldly now that you’ve shown him it’s okay. reassurance is important with a guy who’s done the shit he has.
you moan softly and roll your hips again, feeling how hard he is. “take my bra off.”
his hands shake just a little undoing the clasp, but he manages, letting the lace fall away. he stares for a second, then both hands are on you, squeezing, thumbs circling your nipples until they’re tight and aching. when you gasp his name he gains just a little bit of confidence, enough to lean in and suck one into his mouth, tongue flicking wet and hot. “fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he mutters against your skin, voice rough as hell. “been thinking about this… a lot.”
“yeah?” you grind down harder on the thick bulge in his pants, feeling him throb like he’s about to burst any minute. “you’ve been jerking off thinking about me, haven’t you?” it was a lucky shot, but the way he chuckles nervously and his face flushes tells you you hit the nail on the head with it.
his ears burn red but he tries to play it cocky. like he doesn’t feel like a teenage virgin. “i— maybe.” he squeezes harder when you moan, hips bucking up once like he can’t help it. “can you blame me? look at you.”
you push him flat on his back, working his belt open fast and shoving his jeans and boxers down his thighs. his cock springs up, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. “shit— you’re big,” you murmur appreciatively, wrapping your hand around him and giving one slow, firm stroke from base to head, spreading the precum.
clark hisses through his teeth, head dropping back. “f-fuck— easy, i’m—” he bites the inside of his cheek hard, but his hips jerk up into your fist anyway, chasing the heat. the friction he’s needed for so fucking long. finally it’s not his own miserable hand that’s fucking him.
you lean over him, lips brushing his ear as you keep pumping him lazy and tight. “relax, baby. i’ve got you.” you kiss down his chest, slow and deliberate, tongue tracing the lines of muscle while your hand twists just right at the head on every upstroke. every time he tenses like he’s about to get too in his head, you squeeze harder or drag your thumb over his slit and he loses the words in a groan.
finally you slide your panties off, kicking them aside, and position yourself over him, rubbing his fat tip against your slick, dripping folds. clark’s hands fly to your hips, gripping tight then forcing himself to loosen up, like he’s terrified of leaving any marks or bruises.
“wait—condom?” he asks, voice strained but trying to sound steady. his chest’s heaving now, breathing totally messed up. who can blame him when he’s this close to being inside you.
“on the nightstand. but i’m on the pill and i trust you.” you sink down just enough for his head to catch at your entrance, teasing. “you still nervous?”
he lets out a shaky laugh, but his eyes are dark and hungry when they meet yours. “me, nervous?—okay, a little.”
you smile, the same one that gets him aching, and slowly sink down onto him, inch by thick inch. the stretch is perfect—he fills you so deep your thighs tremble when he bottoms out.
clark’s head falls back against the pillow with a broken groan. “oh my god—you’re so fucking tight— shit—” his fingers dig into your hips, trembling with the effort of staying still, cock pulsing hot and heavy inside you like he’s trying to hold back from blowing his load right then and there.
you moan too, the sound’s music to his ears, adjusting to the fullness, walls fluttering around him. for a second you both stay still, just breathing each other in.
“you okay?” you ask, brushing hair off his forehead and adjusting his skewered glasses for him. he’d forgotten they were even there. he sighs when your nails lightly scratch his scalp.
he nods from behind the foggy frames, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “yeah. just… don’t move yet or i’m gonna embarrass myself.” that crooked, self-deprecating smirk tugs at his mouth, but he’s trying to sound cocky anyway. he really is. “super stamina apparently doesn’t apply when it’s this good.”
you laugh softly and roll your hips once, slow and deep, grinding your clit against him. clark curses loud, hands sliding up your back, pulling you down so your chests press together, skin hot and slick already.
“move,” he whispers against your lips, voice rough and desperate with want. “please. i wanna feel you.”
you start riding him properly then, lifting up and sinking back down, taking him to the hilt every time. clark groans, hips twitching up to meet you, still careful but starting to find the rhythm. his hands stay on your hips, guiding you a little better now, thumbs pressing into your skin like he’s testing how much he can hold on.
“fuck, baby— that feels good,” he mutters, voice gaining a bit more edge. he thrusts up harder on the next downstroke, burying himself deep, and when you moan loud he does it again, a little more sure. “yeah? you like that?”
“mm, yeah— just like that, clark,” you praise, rolling your hips faster, tits bouncing with every movement. he watches them like they’ve hypnotized him, then leans up to catch one in his mouth again, sucking harder while he starts fucking up into you with shallow, eager thrusts.
little by little the hesitation cracks. his grip tightens—not enough to hurt, but enough that you feel it—and his thrusts get deeper and steadier. every time you clench around his thick cock he curses under his breath, but now there’s a cocky little smirk tugging at his lips when he sees how wrecked you look. all because of him—all for him.
“shit, princess… you’re dripping all over me,” he says, voice low and rougher, trying to lean into that confidence. he flips you suddenly—careful but quick—onto your back, settling between your thighs without pulling out. “my turn to take care of you.”
he pushes back in slow at first, watching your face, but when your legs wrap around his waist and you dig your heels into his back he loses a little more of that nervous edge. his hips snap forward harder, cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you on every thrust.
“fuck— you feel so good,” he groans, burying his face in your neck for a second before he pulls back to look at you. “been wanting this… wanted to fuck you right for so long.” his pace picks up, steady and deep now, the wet slap of skin filling the room as he gains more confidence with every moan you give him. his glasses keep tipping off his nose so he eventually just pulls them off entirely, tossing them carelessly onto the nightstand.
you reach up, tugging his hair. “yeah? then don’t hold back, baby. give it to me.”
clark’s eyes darken. he hooks one of your legs higher, spreading you wider, and starts fucking you harder—still very much controlled, still watching for any sign he’s too much, but clearly loosened up enough to get lost in it—in you. his cock stretches you perfectly on every thrust, thick and relentless now that he’s letting himself go a bit more. he can’t believe he’s been running from this and settling for his hands every night. what a fucking idiot.
“like this?” he rasps, all smug but breathy, slamming in deep and grinding against your clit. “tell me how you want it. i can take it… i can handle you.” his free hand slides between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing messy circles, learning fast from the way your pussy clenches tight around him.
you’re moaning his name louder, nails raking down his back, and it only makes him thrust faster, more sure of himself. the nervous virgin from ten minutes ago is starting to disappear under the heat—replaced by a clark who’s fucking you like he’s determined to make up for every single time he ran.
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Contents/ Warnings: mentions of extreme stalking , harassment , sexual content , mentions of voyeurism; stalker Scott is a creep. Day to day Scott is a sweetheart. Age gap (five years Scott is 30 Reader is 25)
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💋This man has taught himself to write with his other hand. You work with him. You’re gonna recognise his handwriting. Not with his other hand though.
💋He knows you’re a deep sleeper. Sometimes he just likes to watch you sleep… maybe he’ll get up and make himself a sandwich in your kitchen. Don’t worry baby! He’s gonna clean up after himself !! And maybe steal a pair of your underwear for later.
💋He’s normally a dry texter. Not on his burner phone. He got that just for you. If you don’t reply to one message he’ll message again. Please don’t ignore him:(
💋He loves loves watching you touch yourself. It’s not exactly his fault. You left your curtains open slightly. Maybe he’ll even film it for himself for later to jerk off over.
💋He once saw you hooking up with someone, waited until he left and you were asleep.. Stole your phone and messaged him … that you’re not ready for “no strings” and that you don’t wanna see him anymore. That guy’s not good for you baby… he is !
💋Uh oh… he’s upset you. Flowers at your door!! A gift card to your favourite place. He’s sorry oh he so sorry. Please take his money… not enough? Take some more. Go on. Please….
💋He kinda likes seeing you scared. You look like a lost little deer. But you come to him at work? He’s gonna hold you. Tell you it’s going to be okay. Nothing going to hurt you if he’s around. Even if he’s the one doing it all. His intentions aren’t to hurt you. He’s achingly hard over comforting you while you talk about it.
💋He’s a completely different person at work. Stern but sweet. He’s your superior so you can’t get away with everything! But you’re learning. You trust him. … how silly. He’s older than you by five years. You’re 25. He’s 30.
💋He knows your routine. Better than you do in fact. Where you are. What you’re doing. When you’re doing it. The exact shower gel you use. What you’re allergic to.
💋He once saw you napping at work on the way back from a chase in the van, He abused his privileges using the storm par cameras to take a photo of you. Sent it to himself after downloading and deleted it. Swore to himself he would never do it again.
💋He could just ask you out. But that’s too much. He’s not ready for that conversation. Loving you from afar is more than enough for him for now.
💋You had a work night out with the storm par team? That’s okay!!🤗. He’s gonna walk you home. And keep you safe from that big scary man making your life hell. No girl should walk alone when they have a stalker right? He’ll drop a message on his burner phone. “Did you get home okay?? Who’s that guy you were with?”While you’re messaging his normal phone number thanking him for being such a gentleman. 🥰But now you’re scared that it’s gonna impact your work life. More reason for him to comfort you.
💋Takes advantage of the fact that everyone at storm par has life360 for safety reasons. He knows where your friends are. Knows when a house is unrecognisable. Who the fuck are you with?
💋Yknow know he loves you right? … right?.. RIGHT?? that’s okay. He’ll show you 🥰🫶
More coming soon???
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Uhm. HI:)) first time writing something a little darker ?? I think I’m gonna do this as a mini series like rockstar clark where it’s mini stories but it all links in?
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