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-3 hours earlier-

Pain

“Unidentified individual appears to be female, 22 in human years, and... kryptonian? But how can that be, Superman?”

“Are you sure she’s Kryptonian, four?”

“Yes, I’m looking for more information from the pod. It appears to have landed around the same time as yours, but it somehow got damaged in take off, which would explain why she has only aged to 22; the emergency cryo state got a late trigger.”

“I’m not the only one to make it off Krypton?”

“No, Superman, it appears you are not.”

They must’ve done something to activate the pod because the pod gurgled as it started draining the fluid encasing you.

An intense ache passed through your whole body as you coughed out the fluid in your lungs.

“The pod is opening, and she’s waking up four. What do we do?!”

“Restrain her, we don’t know how dangerous she is.”

“No! I’m not gonna restrain her, she’s NAKED, and what if I hurt her? She’s the only person in maybe the galaxy that’s like me.”

You cracked one eye open and then the other. Slowly blinking as your eyes adjusted to opening for the first time.

A dark-haired man and.. a metallic man stared at you as they peered inside the pod. You just stared back as a tense silence encompassed the room.

“Hey-“

You blacked out.

🦸🏻‍♂️🦸🏻‍♂️🦸🏻‍♂️

Clark was only semi-surprised when you leapt at him. It was to be expected, given how you’ve probably spent your whole life in that pod, there’s really no telling where your mind is at or if you’ve even got one, given the circumstances.

What surprised him was the strength you possess. You knocked both of you to the ground. You obviously recovered quickly, physically at least.

Could that be because of the fortress of solitude?

He held you back by the shoulders as you clawed at him while huffing and puffing in strain, heart going a million miles a minute. He racked his brain for a gentle way to restrain you before you hurt yourself.

The longer he remained indecisive, the more he could see how much you were straining yourself as you huffed and puffed while trying to basically claw his eyeballs out. You persevered with what he could only assume was pure adrenaline.

You must be so scared.

Then it clicked. He had an idea, but he wasn’t sure if it was a good one.

Here goes nothing.

With quick movements, he managed to turn you around and wrap both of his arms around you in a bear hug so your back was against his chest and your arms were restrained.

“Calm down, you’re safe, I’ve got you,” He soothingly whispered in hopes that it would calm you down.

Clark had a dilemma.

He honestly felt mildly uncomfortable at the fact that you were in such a vulnerable position with your bare body pressed against him, and his arms squished against your bare breasts.

It obviously didn’t bother you since you were manically wriggling your body in hopes of escaping and kicking out your legs, exposing all your bits and pieces. Making Clark blush.

Despite all of your effort, it was futile. In your current state, you could not overpower Clark.

The energy you temporarily had, caused by adrenaline, was slowly seeping out as you lost consciousness in Clark’s unmovable but gentle hold.

Restraining you was not without struggle to Clark’s wonderment. You were smaller than he was yet still so strong.

Not that there were many people bigger than him.

You’d just woken up from a lifetime in a faulty glorified incubator, so any kind of strength was a very good sign.

“Superman, we can take her to the medbay now that she is unconscious,” four called.

Clark got startled out of his deep thoughts and realized he was still holding your slackened body tightly against him.

He looked up at the robots that were now surrounding the two of you, ready to step in and help him if needed.

“No need four, I’ve got it.”

He adjusted his hold on you to a bridal style as he floated to the medbay. For some reason, he didn’t want to let go of you quite yet.

As gently as possible, he lowered you onto the examination table so the superman robots could see what kind of state you were in.

“Physically, she seems surprisingly fine; the only concern is that she’s dehydrated. She fainted because of the shock of getting out of cognitive stasis for the first time, and then immediately participating in strenuous activities.” Four stated.

“If only I’d been faster restraining her, maybe she wouldn’t have fainted.” Clark scratched his head.

Four placed his metallic hand on his shoulder. “You can’t blame yourself, Superman. You did the best you could, given the situation, and succeeded in restraining her without injury.”

“If you say so.” Clark sighed, obviously not convinced.

A faint sound distracted him from his fretting over you. He focused on where it was coming from.

Metropolis.

“Lois is in danger.” Clark sped away to stop the emergency before he skidded to a halt and turned back around.

His face softened as he whispered to you.“There's an emergency in Metropolis. I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He flew away, sparing your resting form one more glance.

~~~

Your toes wiggle and squish the fluffy snow as you watch it glitter in amazement.

Mr.establishingdominityoverhumansiswrong finally ‘allowed’ you outside; it only took you expressing your desire to see the sun for the first time.

You watched his resolve melt, as you pointed out, you wouldn’t leave since you had nowhere to go anyway.

You lift your head for what must’ve been the millionth time and look straight at the sun. You can’t decide which sight is more enticing, the sparkling snow or the shining sun.

What does snow taste like?

As soon as the question fills your head, you bend down and grab a handful of snow. You hear someone choking as you start crunching on the white ice crystals.

“Four, why does she STILL not have any pants on?” Clark whispers, mortified, forgetting you can hear just as well as him,” I know I have some spares in here.”

If a robot could glare, he would.“We tried offering them while you were gone, many times, but she seemed to prefer being nude, and that shirt we gave was already pushing it.”

“Well still-“

You tune out Clark’s muttering, already used to tuning him out, and just lean into the sensation of the icy wind brushing against you, drinking up the solar rays as you close your eyes. The feeling of the sun charging you feels euphoric compared to your faulty space incubator.

“Hey, pal!” Clark calls out to you.

Pal?

You’re so entranced by the beauty of being alive that you don’t notice that Clark is standing next to you holding some pants.

Ugh

Your face must reflect your thoughts because a wave of disappointment and despair hits his face as he stares at you with wide eyes.

For some reason, that expression on his face makes your chest tighten. You weigh whether you wanna deal with the weird sensation in your chest or the discomfort of clothes against your sensitive skin.

“Put it on me, clerk,” you sigh.

Clark scratches his head, “It’s Clark, and can’t you put it on yourself?”

“Why? Gary did it for me before, so why can’t you?”

“Who the heck is Gary?!”

Did someone break in when he went off to the emergency in Metropolis?

You point at the robot, who is just observing you guys at this point with an expression, if Clark didn’t know any better, as fed up as a robot can look.

“That’s Four,” Clark points at Gary’s chest, ”Do you see that big sign on his chest? That’s the number four." Clark explains gently.

You sigh.

Does this man seriously think you can’t count? ”I might not know much, but I know most basic information, INCLUDING how to count and what numbers are.” You grumble.

“And that’s GARY.” You’re now also pointing at the poor robot.

Clark looks between you and the robot, genuinely curious, "Since when?”

“Since you never gave me a name,” the superman robot finally chimes in.

“Well, Four is a name.”

“So is Gary.”

“Noted,” Clark turns back to you, “that still doesn’t explain why you want ME to do it?”

You bite the inside of your cheek and turn away from him. You kick some snow around as you ignore him.

Clark stares at you in pure confusion before it clicks. Gosh darn it, He can be such a jerk sometimes. Maybe you don’t KNOW how to put clothes on. But why wouldn’t you just say that?

“Lift your leg.” he shakes out the jeans and crouches down in front of you. But that was a mistake because now he’s face-to-face with your private bits. He looks back up at you, and you don’t seem even a little bit perturbed at the thought of a man you met a few hours ago so close to such a vulnerable part of yourself.

Every interaction Clark has with you only solidifies that he should think very carefully about where to put you.

You lift your leg, bending your knee.

Clark chuckles, “No, sweetheart, like this.” He gently grabs you by your heel to stretch out your leg. You gasp at the sensation the touch of his fingers leaves as he guides your leg into the wide pant leg.

Sweetheart?

“C’mon, the other one.” This time, you hold back a laugh when his fingers lift your calf.

The sparks he leaves behind feel kind of ticklish.

Clark looks off to the side as he grabs the pants up by the waistband and lifts them smoothly over your legs until they get stuck.

On your butt.

His entire body freezes for a millisecond. A human wouldn’t have noticed, but that is obviously not what you are.

“jump.” He clears his throat.

You jump, but unlike Clark, you have not spent all your life controlling your strength, so really, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that you jump straight into the air.

Clark follows you up, still holding the pants to your body, and uses the momentum of you coming back down to slide the pants up to your waist. He grabs ahold of your waist with one hand to keep you from falling while he ties the drawstrings with his other, or at least tries to. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself.

The view this high up genuinely takes your breath away as you look over the clouds, as the sun rays color them a million shades of pink, orange, and purple. You don't even notice when a smile breaks across your face.

After you take a moment to admire the sunset, you look back to Clark and discover he’s already looking at you, tracing your face with his eyes. A wide and easy grin on his face, like he can’t help but be infected with your joy.

You can’t tear your eyes away from him; he’s outshining the literal sun by smiling. His blue eyes shine more as they crinkle, and the dimples next to his mouth seem impossibly deep and inviting.

You truly can’t help yourself.

You take one hand off his shoulder and poke his dimple,” cute.”

He chuckles, embarrassed, and now he doesn’t just outshine the sun, he is the sun. Just blinding you and pulling you in to gravitate around him.

A scary and insane thought burrows itself in your mind.

It’s just that one night, alone in your room, your hands in your panties, frantically rubbing your swollen clit desperately trying to scratch and itch that had to do with your white-haired bestie, but Twitter and your imagination alone didn’t seem to do it anymore, so you had to create your own spank bank. The nut you got from that didn’t compare to any you had before, so you kept writing more. Even when he was in your room just hanging out, as you usually do.

You should’ve been more careful.

You could see on his face he was planning to keep it a secret, but when you came back from getting some snacks and saw how he was sitting on your bed, face completely red, lookin at you with his blue puppy eyes, that got you feening for him like this in the first place, like he did something terrible. His face completely red, pushing his hard bulge down in a failed attempt to conceal it while looking at your open laptop.

You pathetically start crying, burying your face in your hands out of embarrassment. 

“I’m so sorry, ‘toru, I know you’re probably disgusted by me, and I’m not gonna blame you if you want nothing to do with me.”

Satoru immediately jumped up and hugged you, frantically trying to wipe your tears away and comfort you. “I-it’s okay, I’m not disgusted at all!”

You sniff and wrap your arms around him before jumping up and closing your legs around his muscled body to give him a bear hug, bringing your body even closer to his. Which is not an unusual position for you guys, since you are best friends and have always been really close and physically affectionate people.

“Really, are you sure? I wrote stuff no best friend should be even thinking about their other best friend” you pout

Satoru groans as his erection is now getting squished against your pussy, which is barely covered by the skintight satin booty shorts you prefer wearing at home.

“Y-yeah, it’s natural, right? Besides, my parents said that if you do that stuff with random people, you can die from diseases, it’s safer to experiment with someone you know well.” He earnestly looks into your damp eyes, obviously feeling awful that he invaded your privacy like this.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach because you can feel him twitching against your clit at the thought of the stuff he read about on your laptop. You can’t stop your body from ever so slightly grinding against him as he holds you up with no effort. At first, both of you didn’t notice being too enveloped in the emotions you were feeling, but the longer your movements continued, the wetter your cunt got, and satoru definitely felt that.

“Mmf w-what are you doing?” Satoru croaks out as the stimulation of your soaked cunt rubbing up and down his cock starts to make him weak in the knees.

You realize what you’re doing and immediately jump off him and run towards your bed and plop face down into your pillow, cursing at your body for being so horny. Satoru carefully sits down next to you in silence, like he’s pondering over something.

“U-uhm if you want, we could try some of the stuff since we’re best friends, and it’s better to do that together where we're safe rather than risk it w-with other people” with every word he fumbles out of his mouth he gets quieter until you can see his lips moving but can’t hear anything.

“What?” You turn around and sit up to fully face him as he also fully sits on your bed with his legs crossed In front of you.

“I said if you want to, we can try to do some of what you wrote,” he mumbled with his head down.

Oh? Oh

You lean over and grab his face with both hands, making sure he’s looking you in the eyes. “Are you sure, ‘Toru? I don’t know if you’re supposed to do this with your best friend.”

He frowns at the thought of you doing any of the things you wrote about doing to him to anyone else. He grabs you by the waist and effortlessly lifts you and places you down on his lap, facing him with your legs crossed behind his back.

“I’m not very experienced with any of this, but I wouldn’t want to try this stuff with anybody but you,” he blushes

“Me neither, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I mean, I’ve read about it often, but I don’t know If any of that stuff is real.” You look down, getting insecure again.

He puts one arm around your waist, pulling you closer and uses the other one to reach over to grab your laptop and simultaneously keep you in his lap, but the movement accidentally slithers your still sensitive crotches in the perfect snug position for his needy cock to bully its way between your puffy lips. 

Neither of you dare to move as he starts reading everything you wrote. As the minutes go by and your embarrassment increases, so does the blood flow to his shaft, and before you know it, he’s growing more and more and pressing even harder at your special spot.

He clears his throat. “From what I’ve read we should start with kissing” he puts your laptop away and now has both hands planted firmly at your waist making sure you can’t move a muscle unless he moves it for you.

Fuck it.

You press your lips against him so quickly; he wasn’t quite prepared just yet, but just as soon you pull away. Your heart is beating so quickly you’re actually concerned he can hear it. 

Clearly the peck wasn’t enough because he follows your lips and you collide. Softly brushing against each other again and again until you start kissing harder and faster, the wet sounds are growing increasingly louder. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but you don’t want to stop anytime soon, but the lack of oxygen is making you lightheaded. You pull back and gasp for air.

“Oh~ that felt really good,” you giggle.

He runs his hand through his hair. In an attempt to cool down a little, and smiles cockily at you, “Yeah, I know.”

"Do you wanna continue-"

He attacks your mouth again, but this time even more feverishly. In a moment of bold bravery, you nip at his lower lip and swipe your tongue across it. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just swipes back. You gently open your mouth, and he takes it as a sign to do the same. You pull back again, and he sighs irritably.

“‘Toru I’m gonna try something, I promise it’ll feel good.” He looks at you expectantly.

“Open your mouth a little”

“Stick your tongue out”

“Good” you coo at him before taking his tongue in your mouth and suuucking.

He went limp and started mewling in your mouth. The sound intensified as does the throbbing of your slick cunt, so you started moving back n forth on his leaky cock, looking for some relief. Your mouth turned slack at the feeling of his thick mushroom tip rubbing against your clit.

“Fuuuuuuuhck” 

He used your moment of distraction to explore your mouth with his tongue roaming around the entire hot cavern, not leaving an inch unexplored like he wanted to burn the shape of your mouth in his mind.

“Uh~ ‘toru please,” you wanton out with pure need. You didn’t even know what you were begging for in the first place.

He humps up at you, making the friction even more delicious. You feel something build up on your core, so you start going faster until you’re bouncing on him, but it just isn’t enough. You hastily remove your shorts, leaving your bare from the bottom down, and start working on untying his sweatpants.

“‘Toru can I take it out, please?”

“Huh?” He clearly was paying more attention to your drippy cunt as his eyes were glued to your soft looking folds

“Can I take your dick out? It will feel better this way.”

“Y-yeah, sweetheart whatever you want” As the words spill out of his mouth he’s already lifting his hips so you can pull down his pants, now you’re both naked on the bottom.

“Your dick is sooo pretty ‘Toru and HUGE.” He looks shy after your bold statement.

His leaky tip is calling to you, so you tap it with your finger. Both of you giggle as his weeping cock jumps at the sensation. You touch it again, but this time you run your finger down a vein before wrapping your hand around his cock, or at least you attempt to, one of your hands isn’t enough, so you use both hands to start pumping up and down, but he quickly stops you.

“Wait, it’s too dry” His eyebrows are furrowed up like It pains him to stop you.

U have a solution for that

You take two fingers and drag them in between your pussy lips to gather moisture for good measure; you also spit on your hands.

That should do it

You look up at him all doe eyed to measure up his reaction as you wrap your slick and spit covered And run it up and down his cock, mixing it with his precum.

This is the hottest thing he has ever experienced, and he fears he might faint. His eyes screw up, and the wind flies out of his body as you take a tight grip on his cock and start rapidly fisting his cock, twisting as you go down. The squelching sound of his cock being milked fills up the room.

He truly doesn’t know what has overcome him, he’s moaning like a bitch in heat as his eyes roll to the back of his head and his hips start thrusting up at you.

You’ve seen enough videos to know he’s close, so you scooch down, plant your pussy on his lower leg, and start humping it like a crazed animal. You lower your head to graze your nose through his white pubes and give him a kiss on his tip before licking a stripe in between his balls.

You’ve killed him.

Or you might as well have. His stomach is swimming with butterflies, his eyes cross and roll to the back of his head, and he lets’s out a high-pitched whine before he starts shaking like you’ve electrified him while spurts of white-hot cum fly onto the both of you.

The moment the first drip of nut hit, you creamed all over his leg. Still, you don’t stop pumping his softening cock and fondling his balls until he’s thoroughly milked, overstimulated and bucking your hands away.

“Soo How was it?” You drawl out.

When you don’t get an answer, you look up at him, but he’s staring at nothing, clearly blissed out.

You stand up to grab a towel so you can clean some of the white gooey liquid off of you. When you turn around again, he’s knocked out.

You clean off the both of you before falling asleep next to him.

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