mon cherie

rodrick hosting a party just to see you after graduation.

it was no rumour that rodrick liked you all throughout high school— especially in the senior year.

he'd always done stupid stuff to get your attention and graduation was supposed to be the end of it. the end of the dumb gifts that appear mysteriously in your locker and the final time you see him.

not until he hosts a big party where everyone's invited.

the moment you step in, all eyes are on you. it's awkward but nothing you can stop.

for the first few minutes, rodrick doesn't show and you're just about to leave. you're already far past the threshold of the grandeur door when he calls out your name.

you turn on your heel, face-to-face with your high school fanboy once again. but this time, his hair is actually combed and he's actually dressing proper for the occassion. you can't deny that he does look good in the suit.

"what is it, rodrick?" you tilt your head, acting nonchalant.

"uhm, before we— i mean you— go off to university, i just wanted to say that..." he coughs awkwardly. "i really like you,"

you hum. "before i go to university, i want to say that i like you too," you press a kiss on his lips before taking a step back, far enough to see him dumbfounded and breathless.

"so— so, does this mean we're together now?" he asks, stumbling over his words.

He doesn't speak— not even a single syllable. He only storms off and unfortunately, you only notice when he's gone.

It takes you a while to search for the man, since he has the ability to fly off unexpectedly. Although, this was not unexpected if you were to pay more attention.

"Clark!" you call out his name, and he turns to face you, but he knew you were coming miles away. "What happened? Did I do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry!" you yell.

He clenches his jaw subtly. "I didn't mean to storm off... it's just," he pauses.

You tilt your head. "Just what?" you shoot him a confused expression.

"It made me feel jealous," he admits, defeat eminent in his voice.

There's a grin that forces its way to your face despite you holding back. "I'm sorry," you reply. "He's just a friend, and you know I love you more than I will ever love him— if I do."

"I know," he states.

Stepping closer, you give him a hug which he gladly returns.

The coast is clear. The library's pretty much quiet and the both of you hear barely any footsteps but really, there's nothing to worry about because the only other member in the book club is Alfred, who's gone for personal reasons.

"Are we really doing it here?" you ask in a whisper, pointing at the ground.

"Yeah, just let me do everything, baby." he replies softly, a stark contrast from his fighting style.

You feel his lips collide with yours, nipping at the bottom part of your lip before trying to shove his tongue inside your throat. He cups your jaw tight but not enough to hurt you. His kisses trail down from your mouth to the collarbone slowly, nibbling a bit to give you a mark.

His hand slips into your pants, past the waistband, rubbing at your clit gently— sending subtle waves of pleasure through you.

A moan emerges, quickly caught by the lips that envelop your tongue greedily.

Without warning, he slides a finger inside, evoking a whimper subdued by you gritting your teeth. He starts pumping it in and out of your hole, gummy walls swallowing it back in each time.

"Just let out your moans— nobody's here," he says, adding another finger. "And I like hearing them anyway,"

"Mmh!" you whimper from the stretch. Hesitant, you loosen your jaw and let the lewd sounds escape your mouth that echo throughout the empty room.

He quickens his pace, squelches leading into a crescendo. "C'mon baby, just let it go."

The final wave of lust crash over you and coat his finger in your cum.

"I love you," he puts his forehead onto yours.

"I love you too," you giggle. "More?"

Feeling the dip beside you on the bed, you rotate your head slightly to see his back filled with deep wounds. Some healed while some others are a raging red. You always notice but never ask how he always comes home at the dead of night, always with new gashes that constitutes his whole back.

Every time you ask, it's a look of shame that graces his face and one of sympathy that comes from the estranged butler, Alfred. There's a hint of secrecy between the two that you've always been curious since the wedding. They were always chatting silently with each other when you "weren't" paying attention.

It's the day that you go to call him downstairs that you discover the Batcave.

"Fucking bitch," you whisper underneath your breath.

"[Name]..." he says. "I can explain—"

The first thing he mentioned when you two started getting serious about your relationship is his more than average sized cock.

That makes you curious of course. How bad could it be?

Now he's ramming you in with his 8 inch dick, sending your eyes to the back of your head. Drool trickles down from the corner of your mouth as you take him fully.

Pussy throbbing from the big stretch, your claws dig into the mattress, ripping holes to reveal the cotton underneath.

"Fuck, Clark... you're huge," you moan, throwing your head back.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, halting to make sure you're okay.

What a sweet guy.

"Mmm, yeah I'm okay," you look at him with your teary eyes. "Go again please..."

The tip of his dick taps into your cervix repeatedly, hitting the deepest parts of you, sending sharp waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. Your heart beats faster, blood rushing to your face to taint your cheeks.

You hadn't expected it to feel this good. The stimulation drove you crazy, knots forming in your stomach.

He's thrusting in all the perfect angles, hitting the g-spot that no one's been able to reach. Hips moving along to his rhythm, your whimpers and lewd sounds fill the room.

"Clark please... I need you so bad," you mumble, pliant body twitching and shaking.

He's panting above you, groaning and rambling on about how good your pussy feels tightening around him so perfectly. It's like you were made for him.

It doesn't take long for the knot to untangle right then and there, cumming all over his precious cock that you're conjoined to.

He sends a few more hard, firm thrusts, practically fucking you through your orgasm. He focuses on chasing his high, while your body still squirted and made a mess until he finally fills you up to the brim, womb full of the thick spurts of his essence.

Feeling the dip beside you on the bed, you rotate your head slightly to see his back filled with deep wounds. Some healed while some others are a raging red. You always notice but never ask how he always comes home at the dead of night, always with new gashes that constitutes his whole back.

Every time you ask, it's a look of shame that graces his face and one of sympathy that comes from the estranged butler, Alfred. There's a hint of secrecy between the two that you've always been curious since the wedding. They were always chatting silently with each other when you "weren't" paying attention.

It's the day that you go to call him downstairs that you discover the Batcave.

"Fucking bitch," you whisper underneath your breath.

"[Name]..." he says. "I can explain—"