#corens0ups

You chuckle, replaying the memory of you pulling him into a hall closet today at the Daily Planet for a quick make-out session that may or may not have involved teased him to the point he had to stay behind for a minute to calm down...

"You loved it."

Clark reaches around to give your ass a quick little pinch, which earns him a little surprised gasp.

"I never said I didn't," he says. "I would be a very foolish man to complain about something like that."

You smile, leaning in to kiss him deeply as you begin to speed up your rhythm. He grunts against your lips, leaning up into the kiss. Just when he pulls back and looks up at you, lips slightly parted as if he's ready to say something...

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

"Just ignore it," you hum, nipping his bottom lip, but he's already reaching for it.

"Lemme just make sure..." he manages, looking at the caller ID. "It's Ma."

"Definitely ignore it, then," you chuckle. "You can call her back later."

Guilt flashes across Clark's face. He really hates missing Ma's calls, always worried that something is wrong, since they're getting a little older. You sigh at the sight, slowing to a stop on top of him.

"Go ahead and answer it."

"Are you--?"

"Just answer it, babe."

He nods, giving you a quick peck on the lips before picking up the call, lifting the phone to his ear.

"H-Hey, Ma," Clark says. "Listen, can I call you back in--"

"Clark? Pa needs help with the computer again."

He runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment. Oh boy.

"Uh," he looks up at you, already apologizing with his eyes. "...sure. I don't have much time but--"

"Hey, Clark, it's Pa. I'm trying to print somethin' out here but it's not giving me the option to print. How do I tell it to print?"

Clark lets out a soft sigh, looking up at the ceiling, not really wanting to look at you on top of him when he's talking to his Pa about computers. He starts to ask some questions, nodding along while Pa talks.

After a couple minutes, you rest your hands on his chest and hum softly, smirking as you begin to shift on top of him, testing the waters. His hand instantly grips your hip, silently pleading you to stay still.

But you're not really in much of a mood to make this easy on him. You're not mad at him for answering the call, not really, but you never said you were gonna stop while he talks...

When you rise up slightly and sit back down, his breath catches and his head immediately tilts forward until his eyes meet yours, slightly widened.

"Don't," he mouths, shaking his head.

You shrug, still smirking as you rise up and sit down again. A shiver runs down his spine at your mischievous smirk, and his hips instinctively thrust up against you, letting out a shaky breath.

"Clark? Clark, you still there? I think I got it saved as a, uh...PDF."

"Y-Yeah," he says into the phone, not taking his eyes off of you. "That's great, Pa. Now go to your desktop...a-and...and open the PDF."

You lean in so your lips are next to his open ear, letting out a soft whine in his ear.

"You're making me so hot, Clark," you whisper, your voice soft but sultry. "I love it when you talk PDFs with me."

He nearly chuckles, biting his lip to keep from making any incriminating noises as his grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly. His focus is slipping and he really hopes Pa won't ask about it, because he doesn't think he can come up with anything convincing as an excuse in his current situation.

"Okay, so I just gotta click the little printer picture at the top and it'll print?"

"Yes, Pa," Clark says in an almost suspiciously breathy way. "You'll p-probably have to select the--"

"Wait, now...which printer is it? Why are there so many to choose from? Do I gotta plug it in or somethin'?"

"No, no, it's wireless."

You chuckle softly as Clark holds the phone away from his ear for a moment, letting out a sigh, looking up at you as if to say save me before talking again.

"It s-should be an Inkjet printer, Pa. Should b-be the only one."

Your walls clench around him and your hand goes to wrap around his free wrist, guide his fingers to your clit, silently pleading for him to touch you. You're so close, rhythm beginning to get choppy and rushed.

His fingers begin to rub quick, firm circles, watching intently as you hold back sounds. He grunts softly when you tighten around him again, hips bucking up to meet yours.

"Fuck," you gasp as quietly as you can, eyebrows knitting in pleasure. "Oh, Clark..."

Clark holds his breath, watching intently as you fall apart on top of him. You feel so good, so hot and tight around him, and he knows he won't be able hold off.

"Pa, I need a sec, I'll be right--"

He clicks the mute button before even finishing his sentence, quickly tossing the phone aside and grabbing your hips, bouncing you on top of him with a deep moan. You gasp loudly, back arching as he moves you up and down quickly.

"Y-You're the worst," he breathes, leaning down to tuck his face against your breasts. "Oh gosh, I'm gonna come..."

You nod, fingers tangling in his hair. It only takes a few more seconds before he's tumbling over the edge, filling you up with a groan while his hips buck up erratically.

Once he lets go of your hips, the two of you simply stay still for a moment, just briefly basking in the afterglow of orgasm. He hums, pressing a few kisses to your nipples and breasts before leaning back with a soft sigh.

His lips tug up into a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded as he looks at you, taking in how you look on top of him. It's a view he'll never get tired of.

"Clark? Are you there? Did something happen?"

The soft sound of Pa's confused and concerned voice coming from his phone snap him out of it, and he quickly reaches over to unmute.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," he says, his cheeks flushed. "Sorry, I...h-had to help in the kitchen real quick. Did you find the printer?"

You smile, wrapping your arms around him and leaning forward, tucking your face against the side of his neck as he finishes up on the phone with Pa.

What an amazing man, you think to yourself.

And he's all yours.

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Clark doesn't get to swim a whole lot, so he spent most of his time in the water while you mostly stayed on the lounger, alternating between reading your book and throwing the pool toys in for Clark that he bought when he found out this resort has a pool.

Your husband, a man who is very much grown, is literally a golden retriever. A few people were giving you and Clark strange looks, considering this is the adult only pool, but the proud expression on his face when he came back up with all the toys in his massive hands made you laugh every single time.

Even the memory makes you chuckle to yourself as you put on your jewelry and swipe on some lipstick in front of of the massive bathroom mirror. He got reservations at the nicest place on the resort for dinner, so you're really bringing it with the look tonight. You're wearing a new dress, one that's got some tastefully placed cutouts, and you have a sneaking suspicion that your husband is going to be a huge fan.

Clark soon rounds the corner and appears in the reflection of the mirror, mouth open, ready to ask if you're almost ready. But the words die on his tongue and he pauses in the doorway, taking a moment to fully soak in your appearance. The dress you're wearing hugs your body in all the right places and those cutouts...they're enough to make a man go crazy.

You turn around and offer him a smile, skin already feeling kind of warm under his intense gaze. Your eyes briefly linger over him, admiring the properly fitting suit that the Daily Planet crew all chipped in to buy him for a wedding present, and you hum to yourself.

"Can you zip me?"

He takes a few steps forward until he's standing right behind you, then leans in to whisper in your ear.

"No."

His lips press a kiss to that spot behind your ear, then slowly trail down to your neck while his hands rest on your hips. You shiver at both his deep voice and the way his lips feel against your skin, letting out a soft sigh.

"Our reservations..."

You trail off when his teeth scrape the side of your neck and he lets out a low, hungry sound.

"We have time."

He smirks when you let out a soft sound, pulling up the skirt of the dress up around your hips. One of his hands reaches around to massage your breast over the dress, giving it a squeeze while his lips start kissing along your shoulder.

You let out a shaky breath, but it quickly turns into a moan when his hand slips between your thighs, rubbing you over the fabric of your lacy panties. He steps forward a bit, letting you feel the rapidly growing bulge in the front of his slacks.

Once your hips start grinding down against his fingers, he knows you need more. He always knows. His fingers swiftly slip beneath the damp fabric and he groans against your shoulder when he feels just how wet you are.

"Already so ready for me and I've hardly started...you haven't had enough yet, hm?"

You shake your head, biting your lip with a soft whimper. "I'll never h-have enough of you."

"Mmm...be careful what you wish for, Mrs. Kent."

The pads of his fingers quickly find your clit and rub it in tight, firm circles, which has your hips grinding down on him again in no time. His free hand slides around to grab your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and a light smack, which earns him a delighted gasp.

"I can't wait any longer," Clark whispers, shrugging off his suit jacket before getting to work on his belt. "You just look so beautiful in this dress."

He gives your ass a little pat.

"Bend over for me, honey. Spread your legs a bit."

You, of course, do as he says and bend over the bathroom counter while watching Clark get his pants undone through the mirror's reflection. Your body floods with warmth when he gets his pants and boxers down, allowing you to see his beautiful, hard cock. The only cock you'll have for the remainder of your life, and you're hardly complaining.

His hand rests on your hip while the other guides his cock between your legs, pressing the head to your entrance. He presses in slowly, knowing that you still needs him to take it slow at first, even though you've done this a thousand times over the past few years of being together.

"Oh gosh," he breathes, grip tightening on your hip with each additional inch that gets buried inside of you. "You're really s-squeezin' me tonight, honey."

Your eyes roll back and you let out a moan of both slight strain and relief. He's still so big and he fills you up so thoroughly, it always takes you by surprise.

"Fuck, baby...I can't h-help it."

"I know, I know." Clark seats himself as far as he can inside of you, then stays still, massaging your hips. "Just relax for me. I'll stay still."

You exhale shakily, taking a few deep breaths before nodding, looking up at him through the mirror's reflection.

"Move...you can move."

He nods and starts rocking his hips, head tipping back for a moment as pleasure starts to roll over him. One of his hands comes up to hold onto your shoulder while the other continues to grip your hip. His pace picks up rather quickly, especially when he catches sight of the time on his watch.

"W-We have to hurry," he grunts. "I promise I'll make it romantic for you later, honey."

You chuckle breathily. "It's o-okay, baby. Just focus on feeling good."

He shakes his head immediately, slipping his hand around to start rubbing your clit again.

"Can't do that, not even when we're in a rush. N-Need to make you feel good, it's not an option."

That's your husband in a nutshell: selfless and caring, even in situations like this when you're on a time crunch. You moan, pleasure quickly surging through your body.

"Good, that's good," he grunts, going a bit faster. "Good girl..."

A pathetic little whimper slips past your lips and your walls tighten around him, your orgasm clearly fast approaching. He smiles at that glorious sound, having heard it many times over the course of your relationship, but he'll never grow sick of it.

"Oh god, Clark," you breathe. "I'm close."

He nods, angling his hips down a bit to brush against your g-spot. Almost as soon as he does, you're crying out, orgasm crashing over you in unexpected waves.

"F-Fuuuck, Clark!"

His jaw drops slightly as your walls grip his cock firmly, pulsing around him.

"Oh...oh, wow...s-shoot!" he groans, pressing his hips forward all the way before spilling himself deep inside of you. "O-Oh my gosh, honey..."

You sigh shakily, coming down from your high while Clark spills every single drop of his load inside of you. It's an incredible feeling, one you have yet to grow tired of experiencing.

"Mm," you hum. "God, you're so good to me."

Clark smiles, showering your neck and shoulders with kisses as he softens inside of you, soon slipping out.

"You're even better to me." He looks at his watch and his eyes widen. "Oh, we gotta go, honey...we have five minutes to get across the resort."

You stand up again and laugh as Clark pulls your panties back into place and pushes your dress back down.

"Baby, you can literally fly. I think we'll be able to get there on time."

"Hm, I guess you're right," he hums, finally zipping your dress up before spinning you around to face him. "I can kiss you a little more before we have to go."

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, wrapping his massive arms around you to keep you close. You smile against his lips, returning the kiss eagerly.

"I love you, Mr. Kent."

"I love you more, Mrs. Kent."

You nod, biting your lip. "Uh huh. Just got the notification."

His smile widens to a grin and he jumps onto the bed, grabbing onto your thighs while your laugh bounces off the walls at his eagerness. He immediately presses his lips to your inner thighs, showering them both with kisses and little nips.

It's safe to say that yours and Clark's favorite little games is what has come to be known as "Doordash and Smash", which is when you see how many times he can get you to cum before the food gets to the apartment door. You two take it very seriously and it always borders on feral, but no matter what, it's always so good.

He moves quickly, yanking your panties down and tossing them onto the rug below. Your back arches and you let out a little gasp when he starts sucking at your clit.

“Mmm,” he hums, tongue licking at your bud.

Your head falls back and your hips start to buck with his frenzied movements. When the soft slurping noises hit your ears, a shiver runs down your spine.

Within a couple minutes, you’re falling over the edge, not even needing him to use his fingers. It never takes long when he’s frenzied and feral like this.

“Fuck, Clark…”

He smiles and takes you through it before pulling back, his eyes meeting yours when you look down at him.

“One,” is all he says before two fingers are lining up and pushing inside of you.

Your hands curl in the sheets as his fingers set a brisk pace inside of you, fingers brushing up against your g-spot with every stroke. His eyes are glued to you, watching your every facial expression and movement.

It doesn't take long for you to get close again, mostly because of his talented fingers. He knows how to play you like a musical instrument and he always has. It's also something he prides himself on, knowing your body and what you like.

"S-Shit," you breathe, squirming on the bed.

"Let go for me...c'mon..."

With one final brush against your sensitive spot, you're falling over the edge with a moan of his name. Your walls clench around his fingers, giving him a taste of what's to come.

"Clark!"

He smiles and takes you through it, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You whimper against his lips when you start getting overstimulated, and he pulls his fingers out gently.

"Two."

Before you can even begin to process it, he's undoing his slacks and pushing them down just enough to free his hardened cock. His hands grip your hips and flip you over onto your stomach. He pulls you up onto your knees and thrusts in without preamble, filling you in one smooth motion.

Your mouth drops open and you gasp at the feeling of him stretching you open. No amount of preparation can ever fully prepare you for his size, and you’re certainly not complaining.

“Oh god, baby…”

He lets out an amused huff at your reaction, starting to move his hips quickly. There’s never time during this game for going slow. His lips are by your ear, now, and he leans in a bit further to nip at your earlobe.

"Think I can get one more out of you before the food comes?" he asks, his voice husky. "I think I can."

You nod without hesitation. "U-Uh huh."

His grip on your hips tightens as he starts fucking you faster, your body jerking back and forth with the harsh movements. He's taking you without mercy, desperate to make you finish one more time before the food arrives.

One of his hands slides down from your hip and slips between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your bud. You moan, eyelids fluttering at the sensation. Your clit is already so sensitive from the two orgasms you've already had, and you know that it won't take much more for you to fall over that edge again.

"Clark," you breathe, legs beginning to shake. "I'm..."

"I know," he says, reaching for your hair and tugging it back suddenly, earning him a surprised gasp from you. "I-I know, you're so close, honey. You're doing so well for me, but I need one more."

Your hips begin to squirm and your fingers dig into the bedsheets as your orgasm builds rapidly. Clark can feel it too, his eyes nearly rolling back at the feeling of your pussy pulsing and tightening around his cock.

"You're almost there...just let go and I'll catch you, I promise."

Just a few more rolls of his hips and you're there, back arching desperately as the most pathetic sounds pour out from between your lips.

"Fuuuuck! Mm!"

"G-Good...that's so good..."

Clark's jaw slacks, taking you through your orgasm as best he can while staving off his impending release. He's just barely holding on, and as soon as he feels you get overstimulated, he pulls out.

"Honey, c-can I...?"

You look back at him, still catching your breath.

"What is it? What d-do you need, baby?"

He lets out a shaky breath, hand reaching down to stroke himself. "Wanna give you a little appetizer...please?"

Your lips turn up in a little smirk and you chuckle, turning onto your back. "C'mere."

Clark grins and quickly moves to straddle your chest, pressing the head of his cock against your lips. You hum, parting your lips to lick at his tip. He groans softly, pressing his hips forward in a silent plea.

Of course, you pick up on what he wants and you open your mouth more, allowing him to slip in further. One of his hands comes to the top of your head, not forcing, just holding on as you begin to suck.

"Oh gosh..." His head falls back and he moans, his hand giving his shaft a little squeeze before he reaches his peak. "H-Here it comes--!"

You happily continue sucking while his release spurts onto your tongue and down your throat. His hips rut forward slightly, groaning lowly. Meanwhile, your eyes remain glued to him, watching how beautiful he looks when he comes.

"Honey," he sighs, opening his eyes to finally look at you. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me," you smile. "Anything for my man."

That brings a smile to Clark's face, and he gets off of you before leaning down to press a few kisses to your lips.

"You're good to me."

Just as you're about to respond, the doorbell rings, and his head whips around. He looks back down at you, seeing your current state, before quickly pulling his pants back up and straightening himself out as much as possible.

"I've got it."

Your eyes linger on him as he heads out of the bedroom to the front door, smiling as a thought pops into your head.

He's all yours.

As soon as you hear the footsteps approaching, you know it's Scott, very familiar with the sound and rhythm of his footfalls by now. This is hardly the first time he's come over late at night, or come over at all, for that matter. You're not really sure how the hooking up started, it just kind of happened one night after a few months of tension building between the two of you.

You're not normally the random hookup type of person, and you still think Scott's kind of a stuck up asshole, but damn...he's really good at sex. Best you've ever had, honestly. You find yourself not wanting to put a stop to it, even though you know it probably won't end well. It's kind of a doomed set up, but you're just gonna enjoy it while it lasts.

The bedroom door swings open and there he stands, still in his StormPar button-up, navy cargo pants, and gray baseball cap. You groan softly and lay your head back down on the pillow, closing your eyes again.

"I'm too fucking tired for this tonight. And I already showered."

He says nothing, instead tossing his hat aside and undoing his belt, soon throwing that to the floor without care. You huff and look over at him.

"Did you hear me?"

"I did," he replies, unbuttoning his shirt. "But I'm leaving for a chase tomorrow and I'll be gone for a week. You'll come over and water my plants for me, right?"

"Why do you automatically assume I don't have anything else going on?"

He shrugs his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving him in just his black undershirt. "Because I know you don't."

Yeah, he's got you there. You roll your eyes.

"Whatever. I'm not doing all the fertilizing shit this time, I'll just come water them."

"That's fine. Just make sure you use the mister on the ferns and monsteras." His eyes linger on your covered form while he steps forward to the side of your bed. "Come here."

"Scott, I really am tired. I get that you're leaving tomorrow, but--"

Before you can finish, he's reaching under the covers and grabbing hold of your hips, dragging you to the edge of the mattress. You look up at him through the dim street light peeking through your thin curtains, eyes soon falling to the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

"You don't need to be fully awake for this. Your pussy's still gonna be wet for me either way."

He flips you over onto your stomach and grips the backs of your thighs, pushing both your legs up until they're both fully on the mattress, leaving you in a sort of frog pose. You let your front rest on the bed, relaxing into the bit of stretch that this position offers you while Scott gets his pants undone.

A little smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth at your lack of protest.

"I'm not gonna get any pushback from you? Not even a 'fuck off, Scott'?"

You huff. "Well, I don't really have to do anything except hold myself up, so...it's not a huge imposition."

Scott hums, still smirking as he pushes his pants and boxer briefs, allowing his hardening cock to spring free. He takes a small step forward and pushes your shirt up over your hips, his smirk widening at the sight of you just in your panties.

"It's like you know, making it so fucking easy for me."

His pointer finger hooks around the dampened fabric at your crotch and tugs it aside, then slides his fingers through your folds, quickly finding your clit. He starts to rub in tight, firm circles, and it soon earns him a little sigh from you.

Your hips start to shift and squirm as your arousal builds, and he keeps going, wanting you as ready as possible. Even though you've taken him before, he's still pretty big.

After another minute or so, he pulls his fingers away and wipes your slick off on his cock, then presses his tip to your entrance. He doesn't even ask if you're ready, just pressing himself inside of you with a soft grunt.

"S-Shit," you gasp, eyes flying open for a moment at the stretch. "Oh god..."

He lets out a sharp exhale through his nose once he seats himself fully inside of you, biting the inside of his cheeks and giving your hips a little squeeze just to ground himself a bit.

"You're always so tight," he grits out. "Every fucking time."

His hips start moving back and forth, gradually picking up their pace but not going super fast...at least, not yet. You let out some soft noises and your eyes flutter shut again, the tiredness starting to creep back up on you.

"That's it...close your eyes and relax. I'm gonna fuck you right to sleep."

You hum, starting to nod off as his hips move at a steady rhythm, not too fast and not too slow. Despite being in and out of a light sleep, your walls are still nice and tight around him, just as he knew they would be.

The bed starts to creak a bit in-time with his hips and the sound of skin slapping fills the rapidly warming air around you. Soft sighs and whimpers spill from your lips while deep but quiet grunts leave him. It's a one-of-a-kind symphony of pleasure.

He can feel your legs starting to shake, and he gives one of your thighs a pat. "Lay down fully. I'll reposition you."

Slowly, your legs relax and they fall flat. His grip on your hips tightens slightly before he pulls you down so that your hips are resting right on the edge of the mattress. In this position, especially with him being so tall and your mattress not being super high up off the ground, each thrust of his hips makes his cock rub against your g-spot.

Even in your half-asleep state, you let out moans of pleasure, unable to help it. Your walls are tightening around him again and again, which is making it hard to stave off his orgasm.

"D-Damn," he groans, head tipping back. "Knew your pussy would grip me like this, just like it does when you're f-fully awake. She's almost gripping me more than normal...god, your body needs it so bad."

His pace gets faster the more your walls grip him, and his restraint is very quickly deteriorating. The bed creaking is far more audible, making it obvious to all the neighbors what's going on, but he's too far gone to even care at this point. They can deal with it.

"If you're gonna cum, I s-suggest you do it soon." As he says this, he reaches around to start rubbing your clit again. "C'mon..."

You start to squirm as you wake up a bit more, knowing your orgasm is fast approaching. His touch, combined with the faster pace of his hips, brings you to the edge rather quickly.

"Mm, Scott," you moan. "I-I'm gonna..."

He groans at your words, speeding up his efforts. "Go on. Give it t-to me."

Just like that, your whole body tenses and you let out a long, audible moan as your orgasm crashes over you.

"F-Fuuuuuuuck!"

His jaw clenches and he closes his eyes, trying to get you through it before letting himself go, but he's too far gone. With a few final thrusts, he presses his hips to your ass and ruts them against you as he falls over the edge.

"Goddamnit," he grunts, filling you with his release. "Fuck."

The two of you take a bit to catch your breath before Scott pulls out slowly and steps back, pulling his briefs and pants back up. He grabs his shirt off the floor and pulls it back on, buttoning it up as he walks to your bathroom.

When he comes back a minute later, his shirt is buttoned up and he has a washcloth in-hand. Your head lifts a bit and you roll over onto your back with a soft grunt, watching him approach.

Gently, he reaches down between your legs and wipes away your combined arousal before pulling your panties back into place. He takes the washcloth back into the bathroom, then comes back out and stands over you, eyes drinking in the sight of you.

Then, much to your surprise, he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. It's not deep or passionate or anything like that, but it's a kiss from Scott. Practically unheard of.

Your lips turn up in the smallest of smiles when Scott pulls back a moment later. Wow.

Scott gives you one last glance over before grabbing his hat and stepping back out into your living room, closing the door behind him. You tuck yourself back under the covers, your mind replaying the kiss over and over again until you finally fall asleep.

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You can't help but chuckle, letting your legs fall open. Scott is nothing if not straight to the point, even at times like this.

The cloth is warm and damp as it carefully runs along your inner thighs, then makes its way between your legs, wiping away the leftover arousal there. His cum has begun to drip out of your entrance, so he goes ahead and wipes that up as well before using the cloth to clean himself up a bit.

You're, to say the least, surprised at this sudden display of care and, dare you even think the word...affection? It's not like the two of you are together or even remotely close to it, and you've never seen Scott take the initiative to partake in aftercare. You had always assumed that was the sort of thing he reserved for romantic partners, not his situationship.

He can feel your eyes tracking his every move, and he doesn't need to look into them to know how you're feeling. This is something he has never done to you before and you probably thought he wasn't even capable of this level of care or doting.

But there's just something different in the air between you tonight, something he can't really explain. Or maybe it's just him wanting to express his lingering feelings without saying anything. The last time he got attached like this, things ended in a very bad and heart-shattering way. He's not about to doom himself that way again...he's not sure he'd be able to recover this time.

"Scott...? You okay?"

He blinks, snapping out of his thoughts, cheeks feeling a bit warm when he realizes he's been intensely staring at you without moving or saying anything.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just zoned out there for a second."

You feel a bit warm in the aftermath of his staring as you look away, reaching for the cup of water on your nightstand. There isn't much left in it, and Scott can tell that you're disappointed at the sight.

Once you've finished it all, he reaches his hand out. "Here, I'll go refill it for you. Just plain water from the fridge dispenser, right?"

"Mmhm."

"Do you want any ice?"

"Just a little bit, if the ice thing cooperates. If not, no big deal."

Your eyes follow him as he heads out to the kitchen, not even bothering to try getting ice through the dispenser on the outside of the fridge, just going right into the freezer. He knows one thing, and that's that you're getting ice in your water, even if he has to scoop it manually. It's probably insignificant to you either way, he knows that, but you asked for it and he's going to get it for you.

Just before you open your mouth to ask for a snack, you hear the cupboard open and the familiar crinkle of a bag. This is so weird, his sudden care and thoroughness, but you're not certainly complaining about it.

Actually, it's kind of nice, being taken care of after sex.

When he comes back in with the water and a bowl of your favorite snack, you smile, taking them from him.

"Thank you, Scott."

He offers you a nod. "Sure thing. Bath or shower?"

Your eyebrows furrow and you set the water cup down on the nightstand again.

"Huh?"

"Bath or shower?" he asks again, as if it's a perfectly normal question that he asks all the time. "Which one do you want tonight? I can get the water running."

"I, uh, haven't given it much thought...if I want a shower, are you joining me?"

Scott shifts his weight. He can't even remember the last time he showered with someone, it had to be with...

"Do you want me to shower with you?"

You shrug. "Only if you want to."

That's code for 'yes I do', but you're not sure he'll get it.

"Okay, then I will."

Apparently you underestimated him.

A small smile tugs at your lips despite yourself, and Scott feels his stomach flutter a bit at the sight. This clearly means something to you, and that makes him feel warm inside.

He looks away as he heads into the bathroom to get the shower started. As the water warms up, he grabs towels and washcloths before heading back out to the bed.

You go to stand up, but he beats you to it, surprisingly lifting you into his arms with relative ease. His arm muscles bulge and you find yourself admiring them as he carries you to the shower. He sets you down on the bath mat, pushing the curtain back so you can step in, following behind you a few moments later.

For the entire duration of the shower, you don't have to lift a single finger. He scrubs the shampoo into your hair, giving you a little scalp massage along the way. Once he washes it out, he grabs the conditioner, separating your hair into sections to make sure it gets onto every single strand.

"Where'd you learn to do this?" you ask him, looking over your shoulder.

Scott hums. "I have two younger sisters. My mom worked a lot, so I was usually the one taking care of them when they were little."

You nod, finding that really interesting given his...abrasive personality. Apparently, caring is kind of embedded within him, but he clearly doesn't let it show very often. You feel kind of lucky that he's sharing it with you right now.

"That's nice. I mean, I'm sure it was hard sometimes, but they probably appreciated it so much."

"Yeah, it was hard. I was already a teenager by the time the youngest was born, so my mom relied on me a lot."

It's obvious that there's a bit more weight there, but you don't pry, simply nodding.

"You did the right thing for them, if that means anything coming from me."

His eyes meet yours and he nods, offering the smallest of smiles.

"It does. Thank you."

The rest of the shower is peacefully silent as Scott helps you rinse out the conditioner and wash your body. You reach for the bar of unscented soap in the holder, intending to wash him off, but he grabs your wrist before you get there.

"I'll shower at home. Don't worry about it."

So he's not staying the night.

You can't help but feel a pang of disappointment, and Scott can see the slight hurt cross your face. He pushes down the slight guilt he feels, instead stepping out of the shower and grabbing his towel to start drying off.

"I have to get going," he says as you turn the water off and push the curtain back. "I have an early flight tomorrow morning."

"Oh, okay. Do you want me to make you a grilled cheese for the road or something?"

He shakes his head drying himself off quickly. "No, I'm fine. Thanks, though."

It's obvious that he's rapidly shutting down and it makes you sad, but you don't say anything about it. Instead, you watch as he walks out of the bathroom to grab his clothes, pulling them back on.

You dry yourself off and then wrap the towel around your body, walking out to the bedroom again.

"Will you text me when you land so I know you got there safely?"

He looks back at you, finding that request a bit odd coming from you, but he nods.

"Yeah, uh, sure. I'll be back on Monday."

You nod and he walks over, giving you a quick kiss on the top of the head before heading out of your room, then out your apartment door. You stand there for a moment, trying to process what just happened, before heading back into the bathroom to finish your nighttime routine.

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You sigh as you get up and head back to the bathroom. Before you can even pull your phone out to text, the lock clicks, and you look around for a moment before slipping inside.

He’s on you the moment the door is yanked closed and locked again, his hands gripping your hips firmly, mouth latching to your neck. His teeth scrape against your skin and you shudder when he lets out a soft grunt into your neck, his hips rolling forward slightly.

“Keep that mouth quiet,” he says huskily. “I know that’s something you struggle with, but practice makes perfect, and you haven’t had to practice in a while.”

You huff.

“And who says I haven’t?”

His face falls and his darkening eyes instantly meet yours in the reflection of the mirror. Clearly he didn’t find that idea amusing or acceptable, and you can tell by the way his fingers dig harder into your hips that you’ll pay for that smartass comment later.

He’s right, of course. You haven’t “practiced” with him in a while, and you didn’t sleep with anyone else on the off-season. How could you, when you have someone like Scott, who has all but ruined mediocre guys for you?

Nothing but the best, as he’d say, though you’d never agree with him out loud.

Your front is suddenly pushed forward against the sink and your hands instinctively land on the mirror to catch yourself. He reaches around to undo your pants with a disturbing lack of effort, and they’re pooled around your ankles seconds later.

His belt is undone and his pants are pulled down just enough to free himself. You watch as he gives himself a few quick, rough strokes, his hips already rocking forward against his hand. The sight has you biting your lip, knowing that he probably hasn’t fucked anyone since last time.

Your eyes widen when he lines up and pushes in without hesitation or warning, punching a gasp from your chest. He lets a soft groan slip from between his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to move his hips.

Your mouth opens and he immediately reaches forward, putting his palm over your mouth just as a moan slips out.

“Hush,” he says sternly. “Don’t make me shove my fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.”

That makes you moan, and he smirks ever so slightly. 

“I should have known you’d like that. Such a dirty girl.”

His hand comes down on your bare ass cheek just as his hips increase their speed twofold. Your eyes widen, then roll back in your head at the feeling.

“Arch your back,” Scott says, putting one hand on your shoulder and holding firmly. “Mmm…good. That’s it.”

Your body jerks back and forth with the rhythm of his hips, and you let out soft sounds against his palm, unable to help yourself. He chuckles breathily when you moan.

“Mmm…”

Scott’s orgasm is close, you can tell, and you go to reach down between your legs…but he stops you.

“Ah ah ah,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’ve earned the privilege to come.”

Your eyes open and you look back at him through the mirror’s reflection, seeing his smirk widen ever so slightly. He doesn’t say anything, instead increasing his pace until his hips are slamming against your ass.

You try to pull away from his hand, wanting to say something, to beg, but he won’t let you. His cock twitches between your walls and you let out a cry of frustration as he presses his hips flush against your ass with a choked groan.

He sighs, head tipping back as he rides out his high. You squirm beneath him, trying to get some friction to save your dying orgasm, and he just laughs breathily.

Scott pulls out and tugs his pants back up, buckling his belt. You’re still catching your breath, but you turn around to look at him properly.

“Scott…p-please…”

He chuckles, giving your head a little pat.

“Maybe this’ll teach you not to be a little smartass before I fuck you,” he says, smacking your ass one more time. “Take it easy, kid.“

You huff and quickly pull your pants back up, watching as he walks out of the small plane bathroom as if nothing happened.

Fuck…

You already can’t wait until next time.

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He’s fucking Superman, shouldn’t he be able to be here within a millisecond?

You sigh softly, shaking your head at the thought. He can't drop everything to come over every single time you text.

Man, the heat is really getting to you...

The lock clicks a couple minutes later and you turn to look back at the front door, seeing a familiar figure as he steps inside. 

“Golly,” Clark says, closing the door behind him. “It’s hot in here.”

You chuckle dryly, continuing to fan yourself.

“Yeah, no shit. I think I’ve called every single fucking store that sells window air conditioner units in Metropolis and no one had any.”

Clark nods, being somewhat cautious as he approaches the couch. He knows how you can be when you’re in a mood like this.

“If it makes you feel any better, it’s not that much cooler at my place, and the building has central air. With everyone using it at the same time, the airflow is terrible.”

“It actually doesn’t make me feel better,” you say, your eyes following him as he walks around and takes a seat beside you. “You’re lucky you’re Kryptonian and you can handle extreme temperatures.”

He keeps a bit of distance between you two, both because of the heat and not wanting to upset you even more. His head turns and he looks you over for a moment, taking in the way your legs look in those sweet little boyshort underwear you like to wear around the apartment. 

They’re the pair with the corny cartoon Cupids and hearts all over, which are the ones you hate most. Must’ve been the only pair you could find in what he assumes was a desperate rush to strip down to the lightest layer of clothing possible.

You’re wearing a thin tank top, too, and he can tell that there’s nothing beneath it. Your skin has a beautiful sheen to it, and he watches as a bead of sweat trails down from your neck to between your breasts. 

A soft groan leaves your lips as you shift positions, stretching yourself out more to try and find a cooler part of the couch. He curses himself for being this turned on by your obvious suffering.

But then, an idea comes to his head, one that sends a little shiver down his spine.

“Come here for a minute.”

You look over at him, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. “What?”

His gaze, now tinged with the slightest hint of hunger, meets yours.

“Come here,” he says again. “I know a way to cool you off.”

“I’m literally sitting right here.”

He chuckles, reaching out to touch your hip with his hand.

“I need you closer.”

“Clark, how in the world is getting closer to you going to cool me off?”

He grips your hip lightly, pulling you towards him. Is this a bad idea? Probably. Having you closer will certainly make keeping himself at bay a bit harder, but he genuinely wants to help you.

“Trust me.”

You sigh, letting him pull you closer before he situates you on his lap. He leans in and blows gently on your neck, using his arctic breath to instantly cool your skin. You gasp softly, head instantly tilting back, and Clark has to stop himself from groaning at the sight.

“Fuck…that’s good.”

He hums, bringing his mouth to the other side of your neck, giving it the same attention. Your nipples have hardened beneath the tank top, and his mouth waters at the thought of getting his lips on them.

Experimentally, he presses a kiss to your neck between cold breaths, testing the waters. You seem to have no problem with it, so he presses another one. Then another. And another, until you let out a soft sigh, your back arching slightly.

You like it. Thank goodness.

“Mmm,” he hums, kissing along your jaw, then down to your throat, making sure to use his frosty breath at the same time. “Feels good?”

Wordlessly, you nod, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Yes.”

His mouth continues down over your chest, and when he reaches your spaghetti straps, he tugs them off of your shoulders with his teeth. You shudder at the light scrape against your skin, and he smiles, making a mental note of that.

Finally, finally, he pulls your tank top down, exposing your delicious breasts to his starved eyes. He licks his lips in anticipation, but barely gives you a moment to process before he’s teasing your nipple with his teeth, his tongue, alternating between the two. 

Your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation, and when he exhales against your bud, the sudden rush of cold makes you jump in his lap with a gasp. 

“F-Fuck!”

Soon, your fingers weave through his hair and give it a gentle pull, pulling him away from your breasts for a moment. You look at him, resting your forehead on his.

“I need you, Clark.”

His cock twitches against his thigh at your words, at the desperate look in your eyes. 

“Then you’ll have me,” he says, leaning up to kiss you properly. “Whatever you need right now.”

That’s how he always is, wanting to make you feel good. It’s in his nature as both Clark and Superman, one of many things that makes him such a great friend and friend-with-benefits.

You nip at his bottom lip with a smile as you reach down to start undoing his pants. He lets out soft exhales each time your hand brushes his erection, which makes you chuckle.

“It’s the boyshorts, isn’t it?”

He smiles. “It’s you…but I can’t say the shorts and tanktop didn’t play at least a small part.”

His words make your heart skip a beat, and you smile softly.

“Even though they’ve got the cheesy Cupids on them?”

“Is this a safe space to admit that I kind of like—?”

“Nope,” you cut him off with a grin, kissing him again. “Not a safe place at all.”

He smiles against your lips, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close. His breath catches when your hand dips beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his hardening cock. You give a few slow, long strokes, and Clark’s head tilts back with a sigh.

“You’re already so worked up,” you chuckle, biting your lip when his hands come up to touch your breasts, thumb teasing your hardened buds.

“I know. You’ve got me this way.”

His hands smooth down to rest on your hips, then dip down beneath the waistband of your shorts to give your ass a firm squeeze. When he pulls his hands back, he lets one of them slip down between your legs, feeling the damp fabric resting there.

Your breath catches when his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing the fabric over it, creating the most delicious sensation. Every time the fabric pulls tighter against your core, you gasp, hips rocking forward.

“You look beautiful like this,” he whispers, unable to stop himself.

A small smile tugs at your lips, your cheeks heating up a bit as he leans forward and starts kissing at your jaw again. He lets out soft grunts in response to your hand stroking him to full hardness. 

Soon, you pull your hand away and get off his lap, pushing your boyshorts down before getting back on top of him. He reaches down to line himself up with your entrance while his other hand rests gently on your hip.

You let out a shaky breath as you begin to sink down on his shaft, your walls stretching open around him. He leans back against the couch, his eyes glued to your expression, making sure that you’re not showing any signs of pain.

“S-Shit.”

Clark sighs when you stop about halfway down, both of his hands now on your hips, giving them a squeeze.

“You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. Just…still a bit of a stretch for me.”

He nods, his cock twitching as your walls tighten and loosen around him. It’s so hard not to move, but he holds off, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable first.

After another moment or two, you rise up slightly and sink back down, letting a soft moan slip from your lips. His eyes flutter shut, head tipping back for a moment at the feeling of your wet heat surrounding him.

“Golly,” he breathes, his grip tightening to help you move up and down. “Gosh, you feel…so tight…s-so good…”

“Mmm, Clark,” you sigh, your body beginning to bounce with the rhythm of your movements. “Love when you’re inside of me.”

His hips buck up slightly at your words, and when you tense slightly, his stomach drops. He hurt you.

“I-I’m so—“

“Do that again,” you gasp, looking down at him with a wild fire in your eyes. “Fuck, that felt amazing.”

He nods and bucks his hips up again, and again, and again, watching in fascination as you begin to move faster on top of him. Your breathing is short and you let out little whimpers and gasps each time his cock nudges against your g-spot. It drives Clark wild, and he quickens the movement of his hips to meet your pace, groaning softly when your insides grips him tighter.

“I’m getting close,” you breathe, your legs beginning to burn with the effort of moving on top of him, but you try to push through. “Touch m-me, Clark. Please.”

Of course, because he knows you so well, Clark can tell that you’re beginning to tire out. He hums, promptly resting his hands over your seat bones, giving your skin a squeeze.

“Do you want me to take over?”

You nod quickly, and he smiles, using his strength to move you up and down in the same rhythm while you settle your weight onto his hands.

“Is this better?” He asks, looking up at you with those baby blue puppy dog eyes of his.

“Y-Yes,” you breathe, nodding as you reach down to start touching yourself. “Oh god…Clark…”

“I know, I know…keep touching yourself, just like that,” he says, feeling his own orgasm quickly rising. “Love watching you make yourself feel good.”

His words send a jolt through your body, and you whimper softly, touching yourself faster. When your orgasm finally comes, your entire body tenses, and you let out a long moan as you hold onto his broad shoulders tightly to steady yourself.

“Ohhhh fuck!”

“Good girl.”

Clark keeps moving you up and down, taking you through your powerful peak, just barely holding back his own orgasm. But then, your constant clenching becomes too much, and he lifts you up off of him just before a groan escapes him. 

You reach down to wrap your hand around him once more, and his eyes widen, breath hitching just before he falls over the edge. You watch with a small smile as his release paints your hand and arm with glorious streaks, enjoying the grunt that you earn with each stroke.

He shudders when he begins to come down, head falling back against the couch cushions. Your hand slows to a stop and you lift it up, admiring the unique pattern on your skin before your tongue trails each streak, humming at the taste of him.

“G-Gosh…”

You smile, leaning down to kiss him once he sets you back down in his lap, and he groans at the taste of himself in your mouth. When you pull back, Clark reaches up to wipe a bit of sweat from your forehead.

“I didn’t do a very good job of helping to keep you cool,” he says, smiling. 

A soft, breathy chuckle escapes your lips, rocking your hips forward teasingly.

“I guess you’ll just have to try again, then…”

Clark’s smile widens at that. “I guess so.”

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"Where's your mom?" he asks, then leans in a bit and lowers his voice slightly. "Is she taking forever to get ready again?"

"I heard that," you say as you come down the stairs, shaking your head. "My apologies for wanting to look nice."

She giggles and Clark smiles, looking you up and down for a moment. How lucky is he to have the most gorgeous woman as his wife and the mother of his child?

"You always look beautiful," he says, quickly wrapping his free arm around you as you walk by, pulling you in for a kiss. "The most beautiful woman in the universe."

Your cheeks heat up and you smile against his lips when he kisses you again.

"Mm. Sweet talker."

"Not sweet talking, just speaking the truth," he smiles, giving your hip a little squeeze. "What are you in the mood for for breakfast this morning? I'm cooking."

"Baby, you don't have to-"

"I'm cooking," he says firmly, giving you a look over the top of his glasses. "What do you want?"

You sigh in surrender, smiling up at him.

"Fine, fine. I'll do a yogurt parfait and whatever the little one is having."

"Princess pancakes and a yogurt parfait coming right up," Clark says, setting Ariella down before walking over to get started on the pancake mix.

Per your daughter's request, he splits the batter and colors one pink and the other one purple. It's her favorite thing, and it has come to be known around the house as 'princess pancakes'.

When you try to make your own yogurt parfait, you're promptly shooed away by Clark. He loves that you're independent, but he also wants to take care of you as often as he can because you do so much for both him and Ariella.

"Breakfast is served," he says, putting two pancakes on each plate before handing the smaller plate to Ariella. "Wait for them to cool a bit and I'll cut your pancakes for you in a minute. I just have to make Mommy's yogurt."

She nods and bounces over to the table while Clark hands you your plate with a kiss on the temple before grabbing the ingredients for the yogurt parfait.

As he's making it, you step up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle. The simple action makes him smile.

"I love you," you hum.

"I love you too, honey," he says as he cuts up some fresh fruit. "Do you think you'll have to work late?"

You shrug. "Probably. I have a good chunk of my article to finish. Are you okay to pick her up from school today and take her to soccer?"

"Of course I can. Don't worry about it."

He turns around in your hold and leans down to kiss you again, handing you the parfait. You smile and murmur a 'thank you' in between kisses.

Once everyone has eaten, you pull out your phone to take some pictures. Ariella gets her backpack and all three of you head out to the front of the house.

You grin as you snap pictures of her, chuckling at the big smile on her face. Clark smiles too, but feels himself getting a bit emotional. His little girl is going to kindergarten, she's so grown up.

"Okay, now Daddy," you say, nudging Clark forward, smiling at him getting emotional. "Alright...say cheese!"

Ariella wraps her arms around Clark's leg and gives a big toothy grin, and Clark smiles widely as well, putting a hand on the top of her head. He swaps with you, taking a picture of you with her, and then suggests a little family selfie.

The only problem is that Clark is the tallest, but he's also the most technologically challenged. He holds the camera up and everyone poses, but then he accidentally hits the wrong button, which shuts off your phone. You can't help but chuckle as he frantically tries to pull the camera back up.

"Why is this always so hard for me?" he mumbles, pulling the camera back up and resting his finger on a button. "It's this button, right?"

"Mhm, should be."

He smiles and snaps a few pictures successfully, chuckling dryly when he hands the phone back to you.

"It'll never gets better for me, will it?"

You laugh, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "No, no it won't."

The three of you get into the car and Clark drives to the school, parking in the carpool line. He helps Ariella out of her carseat and you all walk towards the school, where a teacher is greeting everyone.

Clark sniffles softly, trying to keep the emotions at bay. You look over at him and smile, reaching out to rub his back. Of course, Ariella isn't upset or hesitant at all, marching right up to the teacher all on her own.

"Yup, that's our daughter," you say, laughing as tears begin to swell in your eyes. "She doesn't need us anymore."

Clark chuckles, wiping away a tear while his other hand rests on the small of your back. "Apparently not."

Ariella greets the teacher, then runs back over to give you and Clark some goodbye hugs and kisses. Clark kneels down and wraps his arms around her, giving her a squeeze. You smile and give her a hug, too.

Before she heads into the building, she reaches for one of your hands and one of Clark's, holding them in her much smaller ones.

"Are you gonna be okay without me?"

She says it with a dead serious expression, and you can't help but laugh. Clark laughs too, nodding.

"I promise, sweet pea, we'll be fine without you. Just go have fun and don't worry about us, alright?"

Ariella nods and gives one last kiss to both of you before running inside. You shake your head as you watch her, unable to help a smile from crossing your expression.

"We've created a pretty great little human so far, Mr. Kent."

He smiles, looking down at you.

"She's certainly quite the little one, that's for sure. She's a good kid and doesn't do much bad stuff, but...I'm still wishing her teacher the best of luck in dealing with her."

You laugh again, nodding in agreement before pulling Clark in for a kiss. He hums against your lips and deepens the kiss for just a moment, long enough to let his hand quickly slip down to give your rear end a very quick squeeze.

"Clark," you gasp, giving him a little push as he chuckles. "We're at a school."

"That doesn't mean I can't take a moment to show appreciation for my beautiful wife."

"Mmhm. That's what you were doing."

He holds his hands up. "I assure you, my intentions were pure."

His hand takes yours and the two of you walk back to the car, heading off to the Daily Planet.