#impatient

cw: reader knows that Clark is superman, masturbation, unintentional voyeurism, smut, begging, reader is vocal (at the end)

⭒ impatient!reader who is enjoying a peaceful day at home not worrying about too much and passing time thinking about her boyfriend

⭒ impatient!reader who starts to check the daily planet internet page to read some of his work only to be met by Metropolis’ — in her opinion of course — most desirable man dressed in blue and red

⭒ impatient!reader who gets lost in his smile and goes down a rabbit hole of looking at pretty pictures of the superhero

⭒ impatient!reader who stumbles upon a suggestive picture of her boyfriend guiding her to an even more suggestive fan-fiction

⭒ impatient!reader who feels a familiar warmth settle between her legs and an ache making her move her hips in hopes of finding friction

⭒ impatient!reader who starts reading the fan-fiction and imagines her boyfriend bending her over and pounding into her in the way the drabble is describing

⭒ impatient!reader who closes her eyes every now and then wondering how he might look beneath his clothes

⭒ impatient!reader who thinks back to one of the pictures she saw with a very prominent bulge

⭒ impatient!reader who remembers the small make-out session they had engaged in and fondly thinks of the feel of his broad shoulders, solid but soft chest and the round press of his trousers against her throbbing core

⭒ impatient!reader who looks at her phone again and cannot help but let out a moan when she goes back to the explicit picture of the hero and move her fingers from her clit down to her entrance

⭒ impatient!reader who presses one finger inside of her immediately moving her hips against it and seeking a bigger, longer, thicker fill

⭒ impatient!reader who quickly moves her finger in and out of her, adding another to penetrate her cunt with more intention while her other hand is moving around her chest and grabbing one of her boobs touching the flesh in a way she wishes he would

⭒ impatient!reader who starts moaning loudly at the pleasuring sensation and switches between pushing her fingers in and out of herself and rubbing her sensitive bud

⭒ impatient!reader who spikes attention from a journalist who had decided to finish his article early and surprise his girlfriend waiting in her apartment on the other side of town when he wanted to check in on her with his super-hearing

⭒ impatient!reader who makes Clark rush to the roof and impulsively rip out of his work clothes to fly across the city in record time when he hears what he believes to be moans of pain

⭒ impatient!reader who makes him stop in front of the big window of your apartment once he sees you sprawled out across your coach, clearly enjoying yourself and not being in any danger

⭒ impatient!reader who makes Superman feel embarrassed and ashamed as he realises what he is listening to, especially when he hears his name slip from your lips

⭒ impatient!reader who opens her eyes and promptly pulls her hand out of her jeans when she sees the man she was getting off on — loudly

⭒ impatient!reader who cannot resist the view in front of her and storms towards her window, opens it and gestures to her boyfriend to come in

⭒ impatient!reader who mumbles a quick sorry before pressing her lips on his

⭒ impatient!reader who pushes superman down onto the couch before sitting down on top of him and starts begging him to fuck her

⭒ impatient!reader who claws at his muscular frame while looking at him with big needy eyes

⭒ impatient!reader who grinds her hips against his and pulls his hands against her breasts

⭒ impatient!reader who starts to moan loudly once Clark rips open her shirt exposing her chest and making her nipples harden almost immediately before starting to massage them

⭒ impatient!reader who gets lost in rubbing her wet cunt against his hardening cock

⭒ impatient!reader who wants to feel him

⭒ impatient!reader who wants to know how long he can fuck her for, how hard he can thrust into her, how fast he can be, how thick he is, how long he is, how much of what she had read is true about him

⭒ impatient!reader who pushes herself away from Clark and pulls him with her into her bedroom

⭒ impatient!reader who urges him to take of his suit while discarding the ripped shirt and jeans she was still wearing

⭒ impatient!reader who swiftly walks towards him and makes him sit down on the bed, letting her pussy drop against his crotch that is now only covered by a pair of grey underwear

⭒ impatient!reader who starts grinding against him again, letting the wet patch on her soaked panty mark the middle of his

⭒ impatient!reader who pushes Clark down and grabs a condom before moving away from his body to pull down his pants completely

⭒ impatient!reader who looks down at the clear silhouette of his big dick

⭒ impatient!reader who does not waste time to admire the outline and quickly pulls down the peace of fabric covering his crotch while watching his cock spring up nearly hitting her face that was hovering above it

⭒ impatient!reader who cheekily chuckles and promptly crawls over him, forcing her tongue into his mouth while eagerly making out with the man

⭒ impatient!reader who slides the condom onto his long shaft and pushes her pants to the side before sliding down onto him

⭒ impatient!reader who digs her nails into Clark’s flesh at the stretch of his cock

⭒ impatient!reader who moans loudly interrupting the kiss and clenches as she pushes her tight walls around his thick cock with a strained “fuck”

⭒ impatient!reader who looks into Clark’s eyes with tears forming at the corner of them, moaning a “fuck me, please”

⭒ impatient!reader who feels her back meeting the mattress not even a second later before noticing a sudden emptiness inside of her

⭒ impatient!reader who does not have time to realise what happened, as Clark quickly pushes his full length back into her

⭒ impatient!reader who cannot shut up and thanks Clark for how he is making her feel: “oh my g—d, thank you, thank you, thank yo— ah, fuck Clark, ’ve never felt this good, you’re so fucking perfect. So big, so lo— ah yes fuck me harder, deeper pleas— ah”

⭒ impatient!reader who constantly interrupts herself with long and loud moans but stays vocal throughout

⭒ impatient!reader who hears the sweet voice of her loving boyfriend whisper breathtaking words into her ears “fuck baby, y’ve no idea how much ’ve wanted this— y’ like how I fuck you, like my cock? Like how it fills ya up?”

Warning: Suggestive ending (nothing explicit)

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Cain never understood people with “baby fever.”

Never got how someone could want a kid that badly.

A kid was just another mouth, not oxygen. Nobody actually needed one.

Boy, would this man eat his words.

Because then he found you.

And despite everything— no matter how much he denies it— you managed to change him just a bit. Just enough to make him want things— feel things— he’d never imagine. Things he’d made fun of in the past.

Like right now.

Right now, where he was really starting to want a child with you.

It was driving him insane.

It all started when Reginald— your father, his father-in-law— showed him pictures of you as a baby.

Cain wasn’t sure what was worse— Reginald flipping through those old photo albums with a stupidly proud grin, or the fact that Cain didn’t hate it.

He wanted to. He wanted to roll his eyes, scoff, maybe toss in a jab about how obviously you looked like a tiny gremlin, and wasn’t it a miracle you grew into someone so damn gorgeous even halfway decent-looking.

But look at cute, sweet little you.

He sat quietly, watching.

Watching you, in your ridiculous baby clothes, clutching some toy like it was your whole world. Your eyes still had that same spark— just smaller, rounder, softer.

And damn it all if something in his chest didn’t twist.

Cain didn’t just see you.

He saw pieces of you he missed.

But what if he could be there for it?

Not your past, no. That was gone. But the future.

A future where some little brat with your eyes and maybe his grin ran through the halls, tugged at your sleeve, reached for him with those small, stubborn little hands.

The image hit hard.

Cain Montgomery. Imagining fatherhood. Unbelievable.

He had never thought about kids— not after his own childhood.

Cain wasn’t the kind of man who got to want soft things. He wasn’t the kind of man who thought he even deserved to.

And he didn’t want to be a father like stupid William.

But watching Reginald beam at those old photos of you, Cain felt that ugly, dangerous ache in his chest.

Because maybe— just maybe— he could be something different.

Not your father. Not his.

Not William.

Something better.

But he shrugged it off. Tried burying the feeling.

But then you just had to go smile at some stranger’s kid. Soft voice, warm grin, the kind of smile Cain had never once seen directed at him in that way.

And he wanted to be the reason you smiled like that. Wanted to be the man standing next to you when some tiny, stubborn thing called you mama and looked up at him like he hung the stars.

He knew you wanted one. You’d talked about it here and there, subtly. Because you didn’t know if it was what he wanted. He noticed that. Of course he did.

And now it was stuck in his brain.

For a damn murderer, he couldn’t seem to kill this thought.

He’d look at you, imagining how you’d look carrying his child. You having his child.

Why the hell was that making him feel things?

He’d catch himself staring at your pretty little fingers and wonder how they’d look cradling a baby’s cheek. He’d picture you half-asleep with a little child pressed against your chest, both of you breathing in soft little sighs. He’d imagine a laugh that wasn’t yours or his filling the house.

And it was driving him insane.

And after a long while of the universe torturing him with signs, he finally told you.

He waited. Not long, just long enough for his chest to stop hammering against his ribs, long enough for him to make sure the words would land exactly right.

“I want a kid with you.”

Your eyes went wide. “…What?”

You looked at him, not knowing whether he was being sarcastic or not. You waited for the punchline.

It never came.

It’s true that Cain was always direct about what he wanted.

But Cain Montgomery wanted a kid? Already?

Cain’s jaw tightened. He held your gaze, chest still hammering, as if he had to will the words into existence. “I’m serious,” he said, voice low, steady— too steady—l ike he was daring you to question him.

You blinked, heart thudding in disbelief. “I… I—”

He held up a hand, cutting you off before your brain could spiral. “No, listen. Don’t freak out. I’m not asking tomorrow. Not even next week. I just… I want this. I want us to have this. Only if you want it too. If you don’t, I don’t.”

You looked at him. “Cain, if you’re doing this because of me—”

He leaned forward, eyes hard, voice low and razor-sharp. “I don’t do things I don’t want, sweetheart.. Ever. You should know that by now.”

“…You’re serious,” you whispered, more to yourself than him.

“Didn’t I just say that?”

You swallowed hard, heat climbing your chest. “…You’d really want that? With me?”

Cain’s eyes bored into yours, as if daring you to look away. “Who the hell else would I want it with, Mrs Montgomery?”

You blinked, flustered.

“Okay, yeah. Sure.”

You didn’t know how else to put it. What were couples even supposed to do after this talk?

Cain’s eyes narrowed. “…That’s all you’ve got?”

You raised your brow “What else am I supposed to say? ‘Yes, Cain, please breed me. Let me have your child.’”

He leaned back a little, s smug grin forming on his lips. “Much better.” and then mutters, “I tell you I want to knock you up, and you hit me with okay.”

“Alright you ruined the moment. Get out.”

“No.” his grin sharpened. “You get in the damn forsaken bed so I can put a little brat in you like my mind’s been torturing me to for the last few months.”

“Months?”

“Months, sweetheart. I just needed to confirm and know how you felt about it.”

“How respectful.” you tease, hiding the geniune adoration.

And before you could think, you were being carried and tossed over his shoulder,

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