Purple

His breath smelled of mint and everything good in the world. That's all you remember, the feeling of the feel of his tongue against your skin, and down, further down, even further down...

So yes, you took his virginity.

How were you supposed to know it was his first time? How could you even imagine it, considering how sweet and cute he is? Well, maybe the way he always asked you "Am I doing it right?" must have been a clue, that "Did I do it right?" seeking approval at the end, or the way he clenched his toes when you were on top of him.

Now Clark stood outside your door, dressed a little more formally than usual and wearing cologne that reached your nose as soon as you opened it. His hair was styled slightly differently, as if he'd spent all morning trying to look good. Look good for you.

He's unbelievable

"I hope you love them," he says as you take the flowers in your arms, your expression still confused. "I left early this morning, my clothes were dirty, and well, you know"

"Did you go to your apartment and then come back here?"

"Of course, who else is going to make us breakfast?"

Clark was making breakfast in your kitchen while you were putting the flowers in a vase with a raised eyebrow. That's when you froze, when Clark spoke.

"You know, I've been thinking about it, and I think it would be too rushed to us to get married." He said it as if he'd actually been thinking about it all morning (he did 🥀) "So we can like, oficially date first, and then we'll see about marriage..."

Marriage?

"Besides, I don't have much money right now!" Clark laughs. "Well, not for the wedding you deserve. But I promise if you give me time, I'll have enough—"

"What are you talking about?" The vase of flowers almost slipped from your hands. Wedding? Marriage? How long were you asleep?

"About us," Clark tilts his head, as if it were obvious. Seeing that your confused expression didn't disappear, she turned the stove to low heat, crossing her arms with a slight blush. How was he going to explain to you that he was raised with the idea that his first time would be with the love of his life and the woman he would marry? "Well... We did it last night."

"Yes, I do remember that part"

"Well," he shrugged. "You know, where I come from, when a Kryptonian has their first time, a bond is formed with that person. A bond that eventually leads to marriage. It's not something casual; it's something they take very seriously."

"Yes, but" you ran your fingers along one cheek, "Clark, we can't get married."

"Why not?" And it's like a little child asking why he can't go out and play in the rain

"Well, cuz—" you shake your head. "Because we need to get to know each other a little better, go on dates, couple stuff."

Clark paused for a few moments, lost in thought. Pa Kent had also told him once that his first time had to be with a girl he loved very much. And he loves you very much. He doesn't see the mistake.

"If I do all the couple stuff right," he frowns slightly, as if already planning everything. "So you will marry me?"

"Ehhh, well I guess so"

Somehow, you're now tied to him without even realizing it. You know Clark isn't joking because of the serious way he looks at you, the way he's mentally placing a ring on your finger.

"you wouldn't want to marry me."

"I did it with you, why wouldn't I want to marry you?"

"You know, guys usually leave you with a headache the morning after a hookup, not a marriage proposal." Clark slightly furrows his brow and puffs out his cheeks in that gesture you know he doesn't notice. "I'm not just any guy"

"No you're not"

"you're definitely not"

“Sure thing.” You grab him a bottle of water from the bar and hold it out to him. He takes it and when it opens it, he gulps some down, completely oblivious to your coworkers putting on their flirty faces. Well, he’s yours. He’s even hotter than you expected and he’s not the kind of guy that knows it. You even think that he might be a little insecure. Most guys would walk in here with their head held high but not Clark. 

“We can do this another time if-”

“No,” he cuts you off and it comes off a little more harsh than he intends. He clears his throat and speaks again. This time it’s more gentle. “No.” He shakes his head, hoping that you can see how sure he is of the whole thing. 

“Okay, then we can go to the private room I have set up for us.” You grab him by the hand and lead him into the room you’ve reserved. It’s so bright compared to the club with the red lighting and Clark has to let his eyes adjust before he moves. 

You can see that he’s sweating, hands shaking and now you feel gross for doing this. He clearly doesn’t feel comfortable so you don’t know why he didn’t leave when you gave him an out. 

You step closer, trying to see if you can read him just by looking into his eyes, but you can’t. He’s so good at closing himself off and you can’t even blame him because you’re doing the same thing. You hate letting people in, terrified for them to see the real you. That’s mostly why you’re Nova here-because if your clients don’t like her, it’s okay because it’s not the real you. 

“Why are you so nervous? What can I do?” People feeling comfortable is your number one priority here and you want to do whatever you can to make them feel that way.

“I-I’ve never done this before and I’m scared that I’m not going to do it right.” You laugh as soon as the words leave your mouth and you reach out to place a hand on his arm so that he knows that you’re not laughing at him. 

“I strip, you watch. And if you decide that you’re uncomfortable, I’ll stop. It’s that simple.” It doesn’t sound as scary when you say it. Because when you say it, it’s hot. “Now do you want to sit or do you want to go? Totally up to you, baby.” 

“I want to sit.” You take him by the hands and lead him over to the chair, helping him sit down. He takes out his wallet and hands you a twenty which you happily take and tuck it into the waistband of your thong. 

“Just one song?” You ask and he nods. That’s all he needs. You grab a remote and turn on some music that’s very similar to what’s playing in the club, but it’s not nearly as loud. He much prefers this as he can actually hear himself think. 

When he’s comfortable, you stand in front of him, beginning to strip. You’re moving slowly in a teasing manner and he’s already getting hard when he gets a glimpse of one of your nipples. 

Your body suit is down to your waist, your bare chest now on display. It’s now that Clark realizes that you have nipple piercings. It’s a bar going through each nipple with something on each end but he can’t quite make it out in this lighting. And he’s getting even harder thinking about getting his mouth on them. He never thought he’d like that sort of thing, but now he guesses he does. 

“You can look, but you can’t touch,” you tell him when he goes to reach out for you. You slowly pull your body suit off and now you’re down to just your thongs and heels. You turn your back to him, brushing your ass against his hard on. 

He whines in response and you begin to grind on his cock, starting your lap dance. This is probably the most respectful anyone has ever been towards you. He listened when you told him that he couldn’t touch you and it seems like no one ever does. 

He’s never seen a naked woman in person before. This is uncharted territory so he has no idea how to proceed. He’s just got to let things happen-not try to take control like he often wants to. 

You’re straddling him now, grinding over and over as you watch his eyes shut tight. You always feel so confident when you make them come, especially when you haven’t even really touched them. 

His hands are white knuckling the chair and as his head is thrown back. This time, he’s not coming because of his own hand. And gosh, does it feel good. Your chest is pressed against his and he can feel your piercings rub against his shirt. 

“Oh my gosh,” he whines as he reaches his climax and you keep up with your grinding. 

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” you coo. “Such a good boy for me.” He really likes the sound of that and when he comes down, his blue eyes open, staring at you. You stay like that, arms wrapped around his neck as you stare into his eyes. You know you should get up, but you just feel so comfortable here. 

“This is going to sound so crazy, but you’re my last dance of the night and I was wondering if you wanted to come back to my place?” You’re definitely not supposed to do this, but who’s gonna know?” 

“I’d love to,” he nods furiously. 

“Great!” You smile wide and he can’t help but mimic it because it’s so contagious. 

You eventually get off of him and get dressed, giving him your address before leading him back out into the club and you can’t even see his flushed cheeks. He normally wouldn’t do something like this but he’s trying to get out of his comfort zone. He also just really wants to see you again. 

He’s addicted to this feeling and doesn’t think he could get it from anywhere else. Now he understands why his coworkers are always here and why they were hyping you up so much. You’re clearly very good at your job so it’s easy to see why you’re so popular amongst the regulars. 

“Feel free to come back anytime,” you tell him with a wink and he nods wordlessly before heading out of the building. Once he’s gone, you can’t help but smile to yourself about how adorable he is as you head back to the dressing room to get changed since it’s the end of the night for you.

Clark gets into his car, still dazed from what just happened. He still can’t believe it-that he was actually just at a strip club and that he’s about to sleep with you. At least, he hopes that was what you were implying. Even if it wasn’t, he’s still looking forward to spending time with you.

As you’re changing out of your body suit, you’re still thinking of Clark, which is weird for you because as soon as a client leaves, they’re out of your brain. As soon as you’re off the clock, you don’t think about this place. You try to wipe him out of your thoughts but all you can think about is how delicious his moans sounded and how you’d love to hear them as you rode him over and over until he came, screaming your name. And now that you’ve invited him over, your fantasy will actually become a reality.

The girls who are doing late night are getting ready when you head inside and you can hear them whispering about Clark. You smile to yourself, his moans ringing in your ears. You’re the one who made him come and you’re going to feel really good about it for a long time. 

You come out of the club quicker than anticipated and you get into your car before starting it up and pulling out of the parking lot. Clark counts to ten just like you told him to then heads down the street, following the directions on his phone.

You’re waiting for him by your car when he pulls up to your apartment building. You’re wearing a big coat that’s covering whatever else you’re wearing and your face is bare, no longer covered in the pretty makeup you were just wearing. And gosh, are you beautiful. Especially now that he can see you clearly in the daylight. 

You grab him by the hand and lead him inside the building and up the stairs to your floor because,of course, the elevator is broken yet again. The whole thing is so exciting for the both of you. For you because you haven’t slept with anyone in a while and for Clark because he hasn’t slept with anyone period. And he doesn’t know why, but he’s nervous that you’ll throw him out as soon as you find that out. But he knows that it’s just his anxiety talking. He can’t seem to get it to go away, though. 

What if he’s bad and what if you laugh at him for that? What if he does something wrong-something you don’t like? His mind is swirling with all of the things that can go wrong but he immediately shakes them out of his head as you open the door that leads to your floor. 

You let go of his hand and unlock your door before opening it and leading him inside. It’s a small place, but the way you’ve decorated it is charming with all of the pretty prints that are scattered along the walls. 

He stays by the door and watches you enter the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge and hold it out to him. He gratefully takes it and slowly migrates to the kitchen and leans against the counter next to you where you both silently sip on your water. 

“We can move to the couch if you want,” You suggest, trying your best to slip out of your persona but you’re not entirely sure how. You’ve never invited someone from the club over besides your coworkers so this feels a little weird for you. 

“Okay,” Clark nods and follows you once again. You sit on the couch side by side and you shed your jacket to reveal a t-shirt underneath it. He’s still amazed at how easily you can transform from this character you’ve created to what he assumes is your true self. Everything is different down to your voice. It’s no longer sultry like it was at the club and he doesn’t know whether it’s okay or not to be more attracted to this version of you. 

And when you pull your hair back away from your face, he’s convinced that he’s in love. Seeing you so relaxed with him makes him feel like he’s doing something right for once. And now he feels like he owes you the truth because if you’re being this honest with him, he feels like he owes you the same.

“Before we go any further, I feel like I should tell you that I’m a virgin.” You’re both quiet when you say the words and he’s caught off guard when you rest your hand on his thigh then immediately pull it away. It’s almost as if you’re afraid that you’re crossing a boundary but all he wants is to put your hand back. He wants you to use him, to do whatever you want with him.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just watch a movie or something. I feel bad forcing you to come over.” This confuses Clark. You just invited him over, that’s it. And now you’re feeling guilty for what? Because he’s a virgin? How were you supposed to know that?

“You didn’t force me to do anything. I want this. I want you.” You’re both aching with need, desperate for each other as tension rises. 

Clark’s hand cups the back of your neck, your hands resting against his chest as you both lean forward. Your eyes flutter shut but your lips have yet to make contact. You’re letting him take the lead, trying your best to be patient. 

“Nova,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. 

“It’s y/n, actually.”

“Y/n,” he says and it sounds so good hearing it fall from his lips. And then his mouth is on yours, wet, hot, and desperate. It’s a mess of teeth and tongues as you both try to figure it out. Your hands are grabbing fistfulls of his shirt as he tongue slides into his mouth. Without a second thought, your lips wrap around it and suck. He lets out a whine as he feels his cock twitch. 

And in the blink of an eye, you’re straddling his waist, feeling his rock hard cock underneath you. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as his hands press against your lower back. He gets a sliver of confidence and his hands travel up your shirt and you grab hold one of them, moving it around to one of your breasts. 

“Squeeze,” you murmur against his lips and he does as you say, giving it a squeeze and you moan into his mouth in response. He does again and again, desperate to hear that sound again. Your shirt eventually comes off and his follows, both of you staring at each other, taking in all of the bare skin that’s now available. 

Clark takes in your bare chest, still sparkling with the glitter left. He finds himself leaning forward, pressing gentle kisses to your skin. He moves over to your shoulder, pushing the strap of your bra down as he does so. He then kisses his way to your other shoulder, unhooking your bra that falls between you as he pulls away. 

Seeing your breasts in his light is so much better, especially now that he can see your piercings so clearly. There are little flowers on each side of the bars. He stares, feeling his mouth water as he thinks about how badly he wants to get his mouth on them. 

“Go ahead,” you tell him, arching your back and he leans in, even slower this time. He takes your nipple into his mouth as he hands press against your back again. He has no idea what he’s doing, but if he’s doing something wrong, he’s sure that you’ll guide him.

He begins to suck on it hesitantly and when you moan, leaning into him as your hands slide into his hair, he knows he’s doing it right. He continues, going harder and harder and you moan over and over, hands tugging on his hair. 

“Bite,” you tell him and he pauses, unsure that he heard what he thinks he did. “You’re not gonna hurt me just do it.” He hesitantly bites down and he thinks he’s gonna come just hearing the sound that falls from your lips. It’s loud, borderlining on a scream. 

“Fuck, think I’m gonna-” And when he bites down again, harder this time, you reach your orgasm, head lulling back and Clark is quick to catch it. You’re smiling at him, looking like you’re drunk and he’s assuming that this is a good sign. 

“Such a good boy,” you slur. There it is again. That nickname that he’s grown to really like despite only having heard it twice now. “Now come here.” He lets you pull him in for another dizzying kiss. “Can I take off your pants?” You ask against his lips. 

“Yes,” he whispers and you pull away, getting off of him and unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down his legs, shoes and socks discarded before his underwear follows. And when he’s fully naked, you can’t help but stare at his cock. You feel your cheeks heat as you realize that you haven’t seen one in so long. 

With your job, you’re always thinking about how to please other people and don’t really think about your own needs. Occasionally you’ll use your vibrator when your particularly needy, but you haven’t actually slept with anyone in months. 

You hurry and grab a condom before you strip as well and when you’re out of your clothes, you roll the condom onto Clark before you’re straddling him again. You sink onto him slowly, wanting to take your time. You want to be gentle for his first time. You want this to be something he looks back on positively. 

He moans with every move and he never thought that something could feel this good. And now he’s wondering what he was nervous about. He’s getting the hang of it, hips bucking against yours again and again. 

“That’s it,” you coo. “Such a good boy.” Your pace picks up even more and he matches you, just doing what he thinks is right. He’s getting close but he’s holding out because he doesn’t want it to end just yet. He can’t. It all just feels so good and this is something that’s going to be replaying in his head on repeat for the rest of his life. 

You’re moving even faster now, bouncing on his cock and he’s feeling so overstimulated but he doesn’t dare ask you to stop. He doesn’t want it to be over. This is easily the best thing that’s ever happened to him. His first time isn’t even over and he’s already thinking about his second with you. That is, if you’re up for it.

He’s close, you can tell. And seeing him like this, hair a mess, eyes shut tight behind his glasses as he gets closer and closer to the edge. His hands are scratching up your back, a mixture of moans and whines falling from his lips. This is his prettiest look, you’re sure of it.

“God, yes,” Clark moans loudly, finally reaching his peak, completely and totally fucked out now. You keep going though, getting him to another orgasm. And when his words start to slow, you come to a stop. You get off of him and dispose of the condom before you clean yourselves up.

“How was that for you the first time?” You ask as you reach for your panties, putting them on. 

“Amazing,” he breathes as he stands and puts his boxers back on, reaching for his pants but not putting them on quite yet. “Would-” he then cuts himself off. 

“Are you asking for another round?” You let out a chuckle and now he’s feeling embarrassed. “I think I don’t have much in me for tonight.” Clark lowers his head, his cheeks heating because of course he’s overstepping and reading way too much into what tonight was.

“But I’m free tomorrow. Maybe we could get dinner first, though?” You want him to know that the attraction isn’t unrequited. You want to give this a try if he does. 

“Are you-” 

“Yes,” you reply, already knowing what he’s asking. “I’m asking you out, Clark.” You’re already dressed and now he’s hurrying to get dressed, not wanting to overstay his welcome. It’s also much later than he was anticipating and he needs to get home and feed Krypto. 

“I-I’d love to,” he replies and you step closer, fixing the collar of his shirt before pulling him in for another kiss. This one is more sweet, more gentle than the others. 

“Then it’s a date,” you smile, following him to the front door and opening it for him. “Here, let me give you my number.” He fishes his phone from his pocket and hands it to you. You quickly save your number and text yourself so you have his as well. 

And with one more kiss, he’s off, both of you smiling like idiots as soon as your door closes, already counting down the minutes until you can see each other. 

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“Nothing!” She says quickly hiding something behind her back. At your look she quickly caves. “It’s a truth potion, I want to know if egg loves me.”

“Of course he loves you sweetheart you’re his sister.” You tell her softly, wishing the girl would stop trying to give her brothers potions she’s made.

“That’s not what I meant.” She grumbles when you pick up eggs drink going to throw it out when Aerion saunters in seeing you holding a glass. Taking it before you can stop him from downing the thing. “Shit.”

“What?” Aerion asks giving you and his youngest sister a look as the rest of the family makes their way in taking their seats. Nether of you paying attention to Rhae whispering something into Daeron ear as your husband sits down. “You weren’t drinking it.”

“My love-.” You try, not sure want to say. Other than don’t drink things if you don’t know what’s in it. Aerion gesturing to your chair so you can sit down next to him.

“Aerion? Do you still sleep with your toy dragon?” Daeron asks, a smirk in his face as he drinks out of his flask. Not trusting the drinks on the table.

“What? Of course I do, I love brightflame.” Aerion says before processing what he’s just said. Immediately trying to backtrack. “What? Yes? What’s going on?”

“Rhae put a truth potion in the drink you took from me.” You tell your husband as you sit down, not sure how he’ll react. You being the only one who knew he still cuddled his toy dragon at night.

“Rhae, we’ve spoken about this stop giving people potions.” Maekar says annoyed but not surprised as the girl had been writing to her aunt Shira again. “Aerion did you actually do the report like I told you too?”

“No, my wife did it for me.” He says before looking over at you with wide eyes. Nether of you wanting Maekar to know you actually did it.

“Aerion what are you scared of?” Egg asks a smile on his face at his older brother’s embarrassment.

“My wife leaving me.” He answers quickly before he covers his mouth with his hands an angry look on his face. “Fuck, no. Stop asking me questions!”

“Do you want to eat in our chambers?” You ask Aerion, picking up your plates so you could leave.

“Yes but I’d also like to eat you.” He says looking you up and down. Thinking you look delicious in that red and black gown.

“You want to eat her?” Daella asks confused, thinking her brother wants to preform cannibalism.

“I want to eat her pussy, yes.” Aerion says grateful when you cover his mouth with your hand. “I love when you do this.” He muffles out. “You’re so hot when you take control.”

“Aerion!” You hiss, deciding to just leave the plates and drag your husband out of the room. “Stop talking.”

He had thought this part of his life was over, especially the older one, but then he had met you. Despite being old enough to more than likely be your father you had been instantly attracted to him. 

Also you never did accept when he had tried to be proper turning you down due to the age difference between the pair of you. 

You who could still run on four hours of sleep, were in the prime of your life, and could fall and not feel the consequences for the next week. You had wanted him, and the thought still perplexed him, but you learned not to question it any more. 

You had texted saying that you and your friends would be out in less than a minute. That was five minutes ago, and he was beginning to worry. He let out a sigh, pulling his keys from ignition before making his way into the bar. 

It wasn’t that crowded allowing him to easily spot you and your two friends perched against the bar talking to the female bartender. You had a bright grin on your face, your hands moving widely as he took in your appearance. 

You wore a pair of jeans shorts fitted with a black top. It was nothing widely inappropriate, but the small v neck that curved down to your chest still managed to make his mouth water slightly. 

Your friend, Alice, a red head around the same age as you poked you in the ribs nodding her head toward him causing you to spin around. Your face lit up further, which he did not know was possible and he felt as if he was standing outside in the hot weather at the warmth that spread through him. 

“Baelor!” you exclaimed, practically running into him as you stumbled less than gracefully toward him. 

He reacted quickly, arms wrapping around you to stabilize you as you stared up at him. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before dragging him back to the bartender that you had been talking to moments before. 

“Oh, meet my new friend Cara! This is my sexy husband I was telling you about,” you gushed grinning up at him as you had won something grand, but he felt as if there was a winner from the pair of you it was definitely him. 

He let out a laugh shaking his head, “I am too old to feel sexy.”

Your reaction was immediate. You looked almost offended, and he would have laughed, but he was trying to take you seriously, but was miserably failing. 

“Alice! Margaret!” you called, causing your friends to turn toward the pair of you. 

“Isn’t Baelor sexy?”

“Extemely! We love Dilfs!” Margaret exclaimed, her words sounding even more slurred than yours, but still just as genuine. 

“Yes! You are rocking the salt and pepper!” Alice added in agreement, before they returned to paying their tabs.

A blush spread across Baelor’s cheeks. He opened his mouth a few times, gaping as if he was a fish out of water. “See! You are sexy! You will probably still be in a nursing home being sexy!”

Your laughter filled the air as you moved cupping either side of his cheeks and before he could react your mouth was on his. His hands gravitated toward your hips pulling you flush against him, as he allowed the kiss to progress further into what he was usually comfortable with in public. 

But you had just fed his ego, you were gorgeous, and he had such a hard time telling you. He was sure that if you had asked for it he would buy you the city if it was a wish of yours. 

“I love you,” you muttered against his mouth, finally needing to pull away for breath. Your chest rising and falling rapdiy against his own as your hand moved to trail across the grey in his beard that you had told him on numerous occasions drove you wild. 

“I love you,” he replied, back staring down at you with a fond expression.

“You are the sexiest old man ever,” you then declared, a wide drunken grin filling your beautiful lips as you stared up at him like he had hung the moon. 

And you meant, because not only was he good looking, but he was caring. He was generous, and he was an amazing husband. 

Your amazing husband. 

“Whatver you say, my love,” he told you press to the top of your head. He looked to your two friends who had finished paying, causing him to look down at you, “Have you paid yet?”

“Nope,” you replied, popping the p as you tucked yourself under his arm. 

“I got it,” he then assured you, despite you having made no move to gather your own wallet.

You let out a small laugh, pulling yourself from him to face the bartender, “Sexy and is going to pay my tab!” you gushed once more looking at Cara as Baelor fished his wallet from his pocket. 

“Can we go get ice cream somewhere, Bae?” you then asked, but he knew you already knew exactly what he would say. 

“Of course,” he replied automatically, handing the woman his card to pay off your tab for the evening. 

Your eyes lit up, “See! Sexy!”

He handed Cara his card as he turned toward you, “Because I am buying you ice cream.”

“Oh, you are anyways. The ice cream is just an added bonus,” you then moved toward him pushing yourself up on your tip toes causing him to duck his head down toward you, “And when we get home I am going to show you just how sexy you are and how wet I am thinking of you,” you told him nipping his ear lobe. 

His eyes widened as he had to look away from you, forcing out a cough as he tried to urge his cock not to harden in his brief, but it was already too late. 

He had never driven to get home so fast before, and you made good on your word.

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