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One-Night Stand ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
AO3 | Masterlist
DESC: Joel takes you home from the bar and pops your cherry ♡
TAGS: No Outbreak, Sleazy!Joel, Innocent!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Virginity Loss, One-Night Stand, Age Gap (old!man Joel x young woman reader), smut obvi, pussy pronouns, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, accidental creampie, lil bit of fluff
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Joel was a sick man, he knew it.
It was hard to give a damn when his years of loneliness had him walking around half-crazed at the sight of any pretty little thing that walked by him. He had his occasional hookups, but work had him so busy and so bone-tired, it was a rarity that he actually got laid at all.
So when he had the seemingly one-in-a-lifetime to chase some tail, he took it. It was his night off, the first in what felt like a very long time. He went to his local dive bar, knowing he’d find exactly what he was looking for. The thick scent of tobacco smoke and late-night sleaze filled his lungs as he pushed through the door, breathing it in and sighing like it was fresh air.
He spotted you almost immediately, your petite form sat stiffly on a barstool. You looked out of place, your pretty eyes darting around the room, your fingers gripping your drink a little too tight. Clearly, you weren’t used to being in seedy places like this. Joel also couldn’t help but notice how the men around you were looking, their eyes fixed on the way your dress rode up to expose your creamy thighs, just like he was. In a place like this, you were like a little bunny among a den of wolves.
Despite being a particularly old and haggard wolf himself, he took it upon himself to be your protector, to shield you from these old perverts. It was the pot calling the kettle black. He sat down on the stool beside you, delighting in the way you almost flinched, looking over to him with wide eyes.
You never went into bars, not really. Maybe once or twice with friends, but it really wasn’t your scene. This night, however, prompted a change in scenery. You felt so frustrated, tired of living a monotonous life that consisted only of school, work, and home. You didn’t have many friends, and your dating life was non-existent. You craved adventure, something that reversed the numbness you always felt- something that made you feel alive.
You decided to go to the dive bar by your apartment, hoping maybe you’d find some adventure, maybe a little trouble- something new. Worst-case scenario- besides maybe being roofied or kidnapped or something- was you’d get wasted and call an uber home, which was only about seven or eight minutes away. Once you actually got inside and sat down for a drink, you began having second thoughts. Your determination had gotten you this far, but you were easily spooked. You knew you were being watched, the men across the room playing darts constantly eyeing you, some guys a few seats down at the bar were, too. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all- or so you’d thought.
But then that tall, dark, and handsome older man sat beside you, and you began to feel like maybe this night would turn out alright. If he wasn’t a serial killer, that is.
“Howdy,” his voice rumbled, hitting something just right inside you that made you almost visibly shiver. Your heartbeat raced, but no longer out of anxiety, but excitement. That vaguely familiar fluttery feeling you hadn’t felt in so long tickled at your insides. He was so hot, you could hardly believe he was real, sitting in front of you. He was wearing a worn flannel shirt, rolled up at the elbow to expose those veiny forearms dusted in hair, his hands big and rough and calloused. He wore a pair of Dickie’s jeans, the denim patchy, the knees faded from work. He was somewhere in his fifties, judging by his weathered skin and the crow’s feet. His eyes were sharp, though- a beautiful hazel with flecks of brown and green that reminded you of earth and soil and trees dappled with sunlight. His hair was dark and a bit unkempt, the wind having blown through it. His beard was scruffy, too, but it looked sexy, not messy.
“Hi,” you murmured awkwardly, your shyness getting the best of you, as usual. You wanted to kick yourself- you could hardly look him in the eye without wanting to blush. The way he smiled at you, relaxed and lopsided, made your stomach twist with something feral. “Name's Joel," he introduced himself, "what brings ya here, all alone?” He asked after you told him your name. “Don’t seem like yer used to this kinda establishment.”
“I’m not,” you admitted sheepishly, “is it that obvious?” Joel barked a laugh, a deep sound that came from his gut. “Sure is- you look scared as all hell, darlin’.” You actually blushed, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Sure, you weren’t going to bars every weekend, but you’d at least thought maybe it would look like you’ve been in one before. “I just wanted to let loose a little,” you said truthfully, “isn’t that what you’re here for?” He nodded. “I suppose it is.” The bartender slid him a glass of whiskey, to which Joel nodded his head in acknowledgement or gratitude- something between the two. He took a drink, his eyes never leaving you. Your leg crossed over the other, not minding the way his eye darted to the exposed skin. He set his glass down, fingers drumming on the counter.
“You lookin’ for anything else?” He asked, his eyes questioning. The fluttering in your tummy intensified. “Yes,” you answered, hating how girlish you sounded. You were a grown woman, for God’s sake- you were allowed to be a flirt, show a man what you wanted. Despite your very awkward demeanor and your lack of flirting skills, he looked just about ready to pounce. Maybe he liked the whole shy and innocent vibe, which made you feel a little more confident.
“Take me home?” The words left your mouth before you could really think them through, realizing maybe it was a little too forward. You weren’t sure how this worked- maybe you should’ve flirted more, danced around what you wanted, savored the anticipation, but you were feeling desperate. Your gaze had flicked down at the bulge in his jeans once, twice- maybe three times.
“A bit bold of ya, ain’t it?” He snorted. “You really want me to take you home, doll?” You nodded, eager and desperate and too needy to care. He finished his drink and took you by the arm, leading you out to the parking lot where his rickety old Ford truck was parked. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you inside, then got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. It was silent as you drove the backroads to his house, nothing but a few feet of road ahead of you visible, illuminated by his headlights.
You watched him as he drove, humming along to the country song playing on the radio. He was so handsome, the wind blowing through his hair, the profile of his nose highlighted by the pale moonlight. You wanted so desperately to kiss him in that moment, but you didn’t want to be a distraction for him, so you simply folded your hands in your lap, anticipating what was to come. You’d never actually slept with anyone before, only fantasized, only knew what you wanted in theory. But something about this man made the dam break within you, your need suddenly overwhelming.
When you got to his house, he quickly got out and went around to open your door, once again taking your hand in his to help you out of the truck. You blushed, unused to a man with manners. It was kind of sad, but a lot of men seemed to lack the whole gentleman vibe. You walked with him into his house, a two-story cabin with a well-trimmed lawn. It was almost picturesque- it made you feel at peace somehow as you stepped through the door. The inside was just as nice as the outside, looking like something out of a magazine- a lot less furnished, though, but you kind of liked it better that way. There were some mounts on the wall, a couple wood-carved figures and picture frames decorating the fireplace.
“You gonna keep snoopin’ around, or ya gonna come to the bedroom?” He asked with a smirk before turning and walking down the hall. You stood still, watching the way his ass moved in his jeans. Goddamn, you thought to yourself. You could tell he could feel your eyes on him because he started sauntering, giving you a show. You giggled and followed him- you were pretty sure you’d follow him anywhere at this point, walking the way he was. Your head was swimming with drink, just enough to loosen you up and lower your inhibitions. You felt bold, less timid than usual.
You walked into his bedroom, taking in the king bed in the center of the room and the scent of cedarwood and something uniquely Joel. You playfully jumped onto the bed, earning a chuckle from him as he followed suit, his weight making the mattress dip beneath him. You blushed as he crawled over you, the urge to hide your face behind your hands overwhelming. Now that you were in his bed with his hands pressed on either side of you, caging you in with his much larger body, the shyness that the alcohol suppressed came back in full force.
“Whas’wrong?” He asked teasingly, but his eyes softened with concern. He brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, his calloused thumb tracing the gentle slope of your jaw. “Nothing… I guess it’s just setting in- that I’m really doing this.” You murmured softly.
“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna,” he murmured in response, his big palm cupping your cheek. He was so gentle, nurturing in a way you weren’t used to. It stirred up such conflicting feelings- it made you want to cry, but at the same time you felt that familiar pull between your legs that told you of your desires, that you truly wanted this, wanted him.
“I want to,” you urged, your small hands curling into the fabric of his flannel, “I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never…” you trail off, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His eyes widened a fraction, perplexed by your confession. “Oh,” he said, and nothing else. You got worried after a few moments of silence passed. “Is that bad?” You asked, scared he’d back off, take you straight home and leave you unsatisfied.
“Naw, it ain’t bad- just… surprised me.” He said as he rubbed a hand over his face. “You sure you wanna do this with me? M’twice your age, darlin’- n’ I… I’ve been around.” You smile, amused by his insecurity. If only he knew he was exactly what you’d been looking for. “Good. Means you’ll know how to make me feel good.” He groaned at that, his hands coming to grasp at your waist. “You don’t know what you’re sayin’ sweetheart- you don’t want an old dog like me ta ruin ya.” But as he spoke, his hands were sliding down to squeeze your hips.
“Oh, but I do,” you hummed as your hands began to unbutton his flannel, wanting to see the weathered skin beneath. He let you, groaning as you slid it off his shoulders and down his arms before going back to greedily run your hands over his hairy, scarred chest. You thought he was the sexiest thing alive, practically drooling at the sight of his exposed flesh. He chuckled, low and gravelly, before kissing you breathless. He licked into your mouth, his hand firmly grasping your jaw and holding you in place. His other hand slid further down your hip to your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh. You mewled softly, the sound needy and impatient as you desperately wanted his touch to move just a few inches inward, to where you needed him most. He teased you, this thumb rubbing gentle circles on your thigh as he pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to your neck.
“Joel,” you whimpered. He only growled in response, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath your earlobe. The hand that was gripping your jaw slid down to push down the strap of your dress, revealing the lacey bra you were wearing in anticipation of this very moment. Your tummy fluttered with excitement as you helped him push your dress down to your waist, his hand reaching behind your back to skillfully unclasp your bra. You were slightly irritated that it only got a mere second of appreciation before being tossed across the room, but it was quickly forgotten because the rough pads of his hands were on you, fondling your breasts and flicking your nipples in a way that made you gasp. You never understood the appeal of nipple play, given you hadn't experienced it with a partner- and doing it to yourself was unexciting, to say the least. But this was different.
You squirmed, arching your back, a soft gasp escaping your lips. “Like that, doll?” He chuckled as he looked at you with a satisfied smirk and those seductive lidded eyes, keeping eye contact as he brought his mouth to your left nipple, giving it a quick kiss before sucking it into his mouth. Your hands flew up to grasp at his hair, fingers tangling in his locks. He groaned when you curled your fingers and tugged. His other hand finally relented and slid right where you needed him, his thumb pressing right into your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.
“Mm, so wet f’me baby,” he purred as he rubbed circles into you, making you mewl. Your head was spinning with liquor and molten want, your pussy throbbing against his hand. He noticed, moving his attention from your breast down your belly, pressing little kisses until his lips hit the fabric of your dress bunched around your hips. “Lift f’me,” he spoke gently as he grasped at the fabric, pulling your dress down and off your legs. His fingers bit into the meat of your thighs as he spread you open, dipping his head between them. He licked a broad stripe up your pussy, further dampening the fabric of your panties. He moaned at your scent, the way your puffy lips looked in the lacy fabric. Hooking a finger in the crotch of your panties, he pulled them aside to expose your sex. He dove in, his tongue lapping at your folds with a hunger that left you gasping, your thighs clamping around his head.
“Thas’ it, babydoll, squeeze those thighs ‘round me.” He groaned against your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth. You gasped, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as you moved on pure instinct, your hips bucking into his mouth. His hands kept a death-like grip on your thighs, sliding to your ass to push you impossibly closer to his probing tongue. “Joel-” You whined, frantic with your oncoming orgasm.
“C’mon, you can do it- cum on my tongue, darlin’.” He urged, his voice desperate and ragged, like he needed it. That was all it took for you to snap, a sharp cry escaping you as your whole body seized up, thighs trembling as you came right where he wanted. He lapped up your arousal like a man dying of thirst, making your cheeks flush once you snapped out of your post-orgasm haze and realized what he was doing. “Stop, it’s dirty-!” You exclaimed.
“You taste divine,” Joel said as he looked up at you, a lopsided smirk on his face. The sight of him, smiling up at you from between your legs, his beard wet with your arousal, was nearly enough to make you cum again. It seemed like he noticed, because he went right back to laving attention on your clit, slipping a finger into your tight hole. “Gimme another, baby, c’mon- gotta stretch this lil’ pussy out real good ‘fore I fuck you.” He groaned. Your pussy fluttered around his finger, greedily sucking him deep inside. “Yeah, thas’ it- she’s so hungry, ain’t she?” He pressed another finger inside, barely circling around your entrance before slowly pushing in. He was slow and gentle, wanting to ease you into it- to not overwhelm you. So far, you seemed pretty damn enthusiastic- you were sucking his fingers in so greedily, arching your back and moaning so beautifully, he could hardly stand it. It took everything in him not to stuff his cock inside you, to feel how tight you’d be around him.
You choked out a moan as you helplessly came again, your breasts heaving with each labored breath, your legs twitching with the aftershocks. You didn’t expect him to start up again, curling his fingers to hit something inside you that made stars burst across your vision, slowly teasing a third digit in. “One more,” he begged, his voice a hoarse, desperate rasp, “can ya give me one more, baby?” You were shaking, your eyes stinging with tears as you drowned in the pleasure- it was too much. You must have said as much, because his hand came to soothingly massage your hip.
“Just one more, baby,” he pleaded, “just need one more.”
You couldn’t resist him, how utterly wrecked he sounded, how he seemed to need your release as much as you did. Your hands tugged roughly at his hair as a third orgasm rolled through you, your eyes rolling back as you cried out his name. You heard him growl, his teeth grazing at your clit, making you jolt helplessly. He licked you through your climax, groaning with pleasure and rutting his hips against the mattress. “So fuckin’ good for me,” he breathed, giving your pussy one last lick before he sat back on his heels.
“Can’t wait no more,” he panted as he frantically grasped at his belt. He fumbled with the buckle, cursing under his breath before he finally yanked it off, unzipping the fly of his jeans and reaching into his briefs to pull out his hard cock. You’d never seen a dick before- not this close, at least- inches from your face, pulsing and weeping with primal need. You’d seen sex scenes in movies, watched porn late in the night under the covers, but this was surreal. He was big, and he was girthy, and god was he hairy. You drank in the sight of the perfect trail of hair that led down to the nest surrounding the base of him, and you felt the very perverted urge to lean in and press your nose against it, taking a deep inhale of his musk.
“Like what ya see?” He teased, but something in his eyes flickered with uncertainty, like he was maybe worried you were overwhelmed, that this was too much for you. You hadn’t even heard him, staring like an idiot at his perfectly molded dick, watching the way it twitched with arousal. It was a very serious worry for you that you’d find your partner’s cock unattractive the first time you’d had sex- they just didn’t look very appealing dangling around from what you’d seen, but Joel’s was… beautiful. You nearly giggled at the thought, but you genuinely thought his dick was beautiful.
“What?” He asked, his expression giving away his worry now. He saw your mouth twitch, suppressing a smile, and he hadn’t the faintest clue whether that was a good sign or a bad one. You let yourself smile, a shy but genuine one, your cheeks flushing. “I like it,” you admitted rather stupidly, but at least it was the truth. He paused for a moment, his hazel eyes staring at your face- searching, before he barked out a laugh. “You like it?” You laughed with him, nodding your head.
“Mhm, I like it a lot.” You said, letting your desire seep into your voice. You weren’t sure if you sounded seductive, but you hoped you did. Either way, he seemed riled up by it, cursing softly to himself as he stroked himself. “Want you ta tell me if it hurts, okay baby?” He said as he positioned himself between your legs once again, his cock resting over your mound. He rubbed against you a few times, sighing in relief, before he was pulling aside the crotch of your panties once more. “You understand?” He asked, firmer this time. You nodded eagerly, watching with wide eyes as he swiped his tip through your folds, gently prodding at your entrance.
“Don’t feel like ya gotta put up with anythin’ f’me- you feel uncomfortable, we stop. Tell me you understand, babydoll.”
“I understand, Joel.” You whispered as you gently bit down on your lip. He eased himself inside you, gently spreading your thighs wider as he began to push in. A brief panic flooded through you, and he felt it- the way your body tensed, the way your chest began heaving again, but this time not with pleasure. “Breath f’me, sweetheart,” he cooed as he massaged your thigh, “relax as best you can.” You nodded, the sweetness in his voice easing your nerves a bit. He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles that made you flutter around him as he pushed deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. His reaction spurred you on, your slick walls beginning to suck him inside. He was definitely a stretch, the pressure a little uncomfortable but not painful- you were thankful he took his time to pleasure you first, get you prepared for him. “Thas’ it, baby- suck me in just like that.” He murmured, the hand that was massaging your thigh now gripping tight, like he was trying to hold himself back. He wanted to move so badly, his hips twitched, the urge to buck into you nearly overwhelming. He stayed strong, moving slowly and gently until you were ready.
Once he’d pushed all the way in, his cock nestled deep inside you, he stopped. His eyes flicked up to your face, taking in your expression- and god, were you a sight. Your hair was spread out on his pillow, a few strands sticking to your face, your eyes wide, lips parted, tits moving slightly with each breath you took, your belly soft, legs spread, and your gorgeous cunt wet and puffy and stuffed full of his cock. He felt like he could cum just looking at you.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?” He muttered, unable to resist the slight nudge of his hips. You mewled at the feeling, the tip of him hitting a spot deep inside you that had you clenching down around him. “Liked that, didn’t she?” He grinned, his voice gravelly and rough as he eased his hips back, giving another shallow little thrust. He relished in your gasp, the way you pulsed around him. He was in trouble, knew it the moment he laid eyes on you in that bar, knew it as soon as he got you in his bed, and he knew it now as he gently thrust into your sopping cunt- he was going to get addicted to this, to you.
His thumb pressed into your clit, the other holding your hip as he thrust again and again, short and shallow thrusts that eased you into the pleasure and sent heat licking up his spine. You were moaning now, soft little sounds that he couldn’t get enough of. “Sing f’me- lemme hear those lil’ sounds of yours.” He grunted as he quickened his pace, thrusting a little deeper. He surmised by the way your toes curled and your back arched that you liked it. “Like that, huh? S’little pussy’s eatin’ me up so well- greedy little thing she is,”
You moaned, more wanton this time. Joel didn’t seem like the talking type, but the way he was talking to you now, half-drunk on whiskey and the feeling of your pussy around him- it only made the pleasure more intense, knowing that it was you who was bringing this handsome man to this point. “So full,” you mewled softly, “I feel so full.” You didn’t know how to talk dirty, but in the haze of pleasure, you thought you could certainly try. He pushed his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you, leaning forward a bit to put his weight on you. “Yeah? You like being full of my cock?”
“Yes,” you moaned, your voice high and breathy, “I love it. Love your cock, Joel.” That seemed enough to get him going, his head dropping down so his hair hung in front of his face. “Shit, yeah baby- you love it? Love this cock? I’ll give you all you want, darlin’ don’t you worry.” His hands moved to plant themselves on either side of your head, his big arms caging you in as he started rolling his hips, thrusting slow and deep inside you. The both of you moaned at the same time, your head falling back against the pillow as he hit that sweet spot inside you again.
“Goddamn,” he hissed, picking his pace up again. Your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digging in slightly. Your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts, which he seemed to like, as his mouth came down to suck at your right nipple. You gasped, moaning softly in response to the way he growled against your flesh, like a hungry animal. It was primal, desperate, and fucking hot.
“Joel,” you whined, a soft cry escaping you as he gently sank his teeth into the flesh around your nipple. He was thrusting faster now, desperately chasing his release. You clung to him, your nails clawing into his back as you rolled your hips up to meet his thrusts. His teeth moved to your neck, nipping at your skin before moving up to your jaw. “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good-” he groaned, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. He was on his elbows now, furiously moving his hips. “Look at me,” he pleaded, lifting his head just enough to look down at your face, into your eyes- he looked so raw, so vulnerable, and so beautiful you could hardly stand it. Your hands pressed into his back, pulling him closer. All you could do was helplessly mewl his name, so desperate for him it nearly brought tears to your eyes. He noticed your eyes watering and wiped away the moisture with his thumb. “I got you baby,” he murmured as you cried out his name, your orgasm close, “I got you. Cum with me, c’mon sweetheart-”
You saw white as your orgasm tore through you, powerful and absolutely devastating. You screamed his name, your nails sinking deep into his flesh as you shook, your walls spasming around him. He cursed loudly, shouting your name before he buried his face in your neck, his own body trembling as he tensed up and buried himself as deep as he could, spurting rope after rope of cum inside you.
You held on to each other for a long time, panting and shivering through the aftershocks. He pressed gentle kisses on your neck and jaw, murmuring soft praises in your ear. “Did so good f’me baby- took me so well. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen- I mean it.” He doubled down after you protested, squeezing your hips possessively. Once the post-orgasm haze began to fade, you noticed the warmth of his spend inside you.
“Mm, so warm,” you hummed, too blissed-out for the implications to dawn on you. “What’s warm, darlin’?” He asked with a chuckle as he kissed your cheek. “Your cum inside me,” you giggled, pulling back to give him a mischievous and very dreamy smile. His eyes widened, his own dreamy expression wiped clean off his face as your words sobered him. “Shit,” he gasped as he pulled out of you, looking at how he dripped out of you. He quickly pushed aside the very strong masculine satisfaction he felt and got up to grab a rag from the adjoined bathroom, kneeling back on the mattress to gently clean you up. He held your leg open as he worked, his eyes laser-focused.
“We’ll go to the pharmacy first thing in the mornin’,” he said once he was done, discarding the rag and kicking off his jeans to join you in bed. He held you close, his arms wrapped around you as pulled you against him. “For now, get some rest.” You let out a sleepy little hum, snuggling into his chest. It wasn’t hard at all to fall asleep, to your pleasant surprise, and you slept a very blissful, dreamless sleep until morning, your heart full and satisfied- and you knew you’d become addicted to him, but you were more than okay with that.
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A/N: As feral as I am, I cannot write smut without giggling - It's just really funny trying to find hot ways to describe a pp LOL. Also ignore how sucky the title is I literally couldn't think of anything T-T.
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summary: gentle aftercare with joe
cw: so much fluff, pet names, mentions of sex,
wc: 1.1k
i HATE those computer tumblr writers who use that tiny font, like im going BLIND 🙏
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✩ chapter nineteen: prefects' bathroom ✩
summary: after weeks of post-holiday pressure, a hogsmeade trip offers a rare moment of escape, until a rumor ignites chaos. cho’s bitterness spreads through the castle, and rita skeeter sinks her claws in at the worst possible moment. but what starts as disaster ends with an unforgettable breakthrough in the prefects’ bathroom, as you and cedric finally uncover the golden egg’s secret.
chapter warnings: 18+. smut (penetrative sex (m/f), praise kink, dirty talk, possessiveness, very loving sex, soft aftercare), rita skeeter, canon-typical angst (cho confrontation.)
cedric’s cd
word count: 10.3k
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January 21st, 1995
We'd been back at Hogwarts for two weeks now, and every trace of Christmas had been wiped clean. The garlands were gone. The twinkling lights had vanished. In their place was that strange grey weight January always seemed to bring, like the air itself had thickened, pressing into the stone walls and sinking into our bones.
The halls felt colder, darker. Quieter.
It settled over everything, an ache in the atmosphere, damp and dull and unmoved.
Superman doesn't need to breathe, he just does it to fit in. It started as him only doing it when he was out as Clark Kent but eventually he started to do it when he is Superman too. So no one knows he doesn't need to breathe in oxygen, that he's just doing it for appearances and it's a concious thing that he does to help himself seem more human.
So, if he were to get knocked out somehow the breathing would just stop. He's not awake and aware and breathing isn't something his body just does.
Imagine Batman's worry when Superman gets knocked out and suddenly just stops breathing. He's so still, as if he's dead, the only thing that proves that he's still alive is that his heart is still beating but Bruce knows it will only be minutes before that stops too. He's worried and stressed and while he's trying to give Clark CPR he knows that he can't do it forever and he's not even sure if he's pressing down enough for it to work with Clark's indestructible body.
When Clark finally wakes up Bruce just stares at him because he wasn't breathing for so long, he should be dead. "Clark? Are you okay? What's your birth name?"
Clark is just confused at all the questions because he feels perfectly fine. "What? I'm fine. It's Kal-El."
Bruce practically collapses onto him, so thankful that the other is alive because he thought for sure this was the end of Superman. "You weren't breathing for so long, I thought you were going to die."
Clark sheepishly just saying. "Oh... Uhm, I don't have to breathe."
"What?"
Thought of this cause I'm writing a oneshot about Bruce realising Clark doesn't need to breathe. ˆᵕˆ