synopsis: clark bending you over the counter, fingering you underneath your clothes just to give you a quick orgasm and a good start to your day.
cw: porn and no plot, fingering (f!receiving), little bit of dry humping, squirting, clark jizzes his pants <3
wc: 966
a/n: guess who just finished the longest semester ever??? finally, i have time to dedicate myself to writing superman porn ☺️
It starts off as a normal morning, just you and Clark rushing around the kitchen, trying to clean everything up after breakfast before you each go to work.
You've got a bit of time to spare, and Clark just wants to have a little moment of peace with you. You've both been so busy, and he misses you.
So while you're wiping the kitchen counter down, he hugs you from behind, just placing little kisses on your nape.
“You smell nice,” he says against your warm skin, inhaling the soft scent of your perfume. “Sweet.”
You hum softly, giving up on your task to lean back against him, just enjoying the moment.
But Clark can't hold back when it comes to you.
One of his hands slips down a little, moving from your stomach, lower, until his fingers graze the waistband of your pants.
“Clark,” you say quietly in warning, feeling your body grow hot at his touch. “We have to go.”
“We've got a while,” he murmurs as form of explanation, his fingers deftly undoing the button and the zipper on your pants.
“We'll be late for work,” you say weakly, warmth spreading between your thighs.
“We'll be fine,” he replies, grazing his teeth over your ear as his hand slips under your panties. His fingers slide over your cunt, gently parting your folds to press against your clit in neat little circles.
You let out a soft moan, hips pushing forward against his hand.
Clark's mouth trails down the side of your neck, kissing and sucking your skin, feeling himself getting harder and harder as you mewl and whine lowly.
His fingers move a little lower, prodding at your entrance, feeling your slick slowly starting to drip out.
“Oh, baby,” he groans lowly, his teeth lightly digging into your neck in a soft bite. “You feel so good.”
You moan, hands grabbing onto the counter, your hips pressing against his fingers. “Clark...fuck...”
“I know,” he says lowly, his voice rough, as he starts grinding his hips against your ass. He groans at the friction against his hard cock, and he can feel the front of his boxers already damp with precum.
You're making soft little sounds that go straight to his groin, his name falling from your lips in little gasps.
Gently, Clark eases you forward to bend over the counter, one hand on your hip, the other one sliding a finger into your wet pussy.
Your cunt welcomes him eagerly, walls warm and pulsing as his finger delves deep in and then curls, finding your g-spot with ease.
He gently pushes your foot with his to spread your legs farther apart, giving him more room.
With every breath he takes, he can smell your arousal, mixed with the scent of your body lotion and your shampoo. It makes him insane, makes him wish he could rip your pants off, sit you on this counter and eat you out like you deserve. But that'll lead to him fucking you, and then you'll both definitely be late to work.
You moan loud, thighs shaking as Clark adds a second finger into you, thrusting and curling them perfectly, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit.
A familiar heat spreads through your body, thick and intense as it fills your womb. It grows hotter as Clark fucks you with his fingers, pushing you towards the edge.
“Clark,” you gasp, but he already knows. He can feel your gummy walls squeezing his fingers tight, he can feel the way your body is shaking. He can hear your racing heart, can smell your juices dripping from you and gathering in your panties.
The thought of you being so close only spurs him on more. He rolls his hips against your ass, his cock twitching in his boxers as he grinds against you, the fabric sticky from his precum.
“I know, baby,” he grunts, the steady rhythm of his hips stuttering as a tight coil of heat grows taut in his lower abdomen. “Almost there.”
You're squealing now, your legs quivering and threatening to give out. But Clark holds you steady with one arm around your waist, keeping you in place.
The hot sensation in your womb builds and builds, like a balloon filling with air, until you're sure you can't take it anymore.
“Clark —” you try to warn him, but your brain is hazy with pleasure and your tongue isn't collaborating. “Fuck!”
The steady press of his fingers against that spongy spot in you, combined with the press of his palm against your clit, has you seeing stars. But it's also pushing you towards something more than just a regular orgasm.
You're mewling and whining, not able to find the words to warn him as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge until the heat is too much, until your body shudders and the tension in your womb snaps, and you come.
You moan his name loud enough that the entire building might've heard. A gush of your slick spills from you, soaking Clark's hands, making a mess of your panties and your work outfit, your juices drenching the fabric.
Clark moans as he feels you squirt on him, the feeling of it pushing him to his own orgasm. He comes with a rough groan, his hot cum spurting onto his boxers in thick, sticky ropes.
You're both breathing heavy, bodies slowly coming to, skin sticky with sweat.
Clark kisses the side of your neck gently as he withdraws his hand. “You okay?” he asks.
You nod softly, still breathless. “Yeah, I'm good.”
He hums. “You were right, we're gonna be late,” he says sheepishly. “We're gonna have to clean up before we head out. I wasn't counting on us making such a mess...”
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summary: teasing your husband has become one of your wifely duties.
warnings: teasing, established relationship, fluff, spoilers (kinda);
a/n: hope u guys like it!
word travels fast. and zuko knows this.
the moment he enters his royal chambers, he already braces himself for what’s going to happen.
yes, he can deal with snickering servants or judgmental glances from his advisors… he can have the whole palace gossiping about him and he won’t be interested in that.
hell, even his chamberlain’s opinion doesn’t really matter to him, which definitely should, because aang’s letter disclosed something that shouldn’t have come to the light.
he can accept a lot of things.
but what he can’t accept, is you making fun of him. and he already knows what’s coming. you don’t even have to speak, that mean glint in your eye does it for you every time.
so before you can do anything, before you even open your mouth when he steps towards you, he raises a warning finger at you and points it firmly, making you frown and pause in place.
“don’t you dare,” he squints his eyes at you, expression serious, though there’s a hint of tension in his shoulders.
you raise your hands in defense immediately.
“what have i done?”
“it’s not about what you’ve done, it’s about what you were about to do,” he explains, pointing at you again, and you groan softly, rolling your eyes.
“you sound like iroh right now,” you reply amused.
“what is that supposed to mean?” he asks instantly, narrowing his eyes further, stepping half a pace closer without realizing it.
“that i don’t even understand what is happening,” you reply, tilting your head, still watching him carefully.
“so you haven’t heard?” he asks, voice lowering slightly, suspicion and curiosity mixing in his expression.
you blink at him, confused, hands now resting on your hips.
“hear what?” you ask again. “you are acting weird.”
he lowers his hand slowly, blinking a few times, studying your face like he is trying to figure out if you’re lying or not.
maybe you really didn’t know what happened in the throne room…
which… oddly enough, was a relief.
“nothing,” he says at last, shaking his head, trying to dismiss it. “it’s not that important anyway.”
he starts walking past you, moving towards the bed, trying to act like the conversation is over.
you follow him with your eyes for a moment, then lean slightly to the side, voice casual, teasing slipping in anyway.
“whatever you say… flameo hotman…”
there’s a second of silence.
he freezes mid-step.
slowly, his head turns back towards you.
his eyes widen just slightly in disbelief before his face twists in frustration.
“gaaaah! i knew it!” he groans, throwing one hand up as his shoulders drop in defeat, clearly exasperated as he realizes exactly what he walked into.
A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass
Aether
❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand
❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability
❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again
Albedo
❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else
❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in
❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you
Al-Haitham
❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room
❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on
❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out
Ayato
❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild
❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you
❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority
Baizhu
❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him
❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy
❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself
Capitano
❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it
❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts
❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you
Childe
❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face
❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you
❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you
Cyno
❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get
❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it
❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol
Dainsleif
❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease
❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol
❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here
Diluc
❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-
❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you
❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)
Dottore
❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.
❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still
❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???
Freminet
❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS
❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk
❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol
Gorou
❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??
❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh
❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is
Simon had signed the DNR with the same hand he cleans his knives— steady and devoid of sentiment. Back then, it was a simple truth; when the ticker stopped, so did he. No dramatics, no interventions. No third chances.
The world had already taken everything worth waking up for. What remained was routine: the sound of paperwork, the clanking of rifles, the weight of his own breath and the dull ache of days that bled into each other without consequence. Death wasn't a threat. It was a courtesy.
Then you came. Sweet little thing, all warm hands and soft laughter, with sugar on your lips and honey in your voice, and a smile that could undo him in seconds. (And a craving for dessert that matched his craving for you.)
Simon didn't stand a chance.
You married him like it was the easiest decision you ever made. Loved him like he wasn't stitched together from scraps. Fed him cake and kisses like they were both medicine.
And then somewhere down the road— after the quiet mornings and burnt toast— that DNR wasn't about giving in anymore. It was about respecting the rules of the house. Because if his heart stops and someone brings him back?
You're finishing the job.
("You think you get to scare me like that and live to tell about it?")
He wouldn't have it any other way. He's got something to live for now, and it's got frosting on it. And a temper. Someone who'd decided his continued existence was non-negotiable.
can we prettyyyyy pleaseeee get more of alastor and his wife??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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Okie so if you’ve not read the other post, tldr Reader is Alastor’s spouse who also owns his soul, none of the hotel members know that fact, que hijinks and laughter
Uh also this part is definitely more gn than the last one dysphoria is a bitch
The first post only touched on the married part, so this is about the soul owning bit!
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“Y’know,” Angel dust— you finally learned his full name— starts slowly, swirling the contents of his drink around absently. “I just remembered something you said the first day you got here..”
You tilt your head with a smile, taking a sip of your own drink. It has been a week since your sudden entrance to the hotel and you had been settling nicely! You, much like Alastor, didn’t truly believe in the whole… redemption nonsense, but you were at least nice enough to not point that out.
“Hm? And what did my beloved say, Angel?” Alastor cuts in, materialising from the shadows behind you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You lean back into his touch and laugh at the expression in his face.
Angel clears his throat, taking a sip of his liquid courage before speaking slowly, the words coming to him through a haze almost. “I uh, asked who chained ya down and you said… you said it was the other way ‘round?”
You hum, tilting your head. “Mn, and you want to know what I meant by that, I assume?” You don’t wait for an answer, not really, tilting your head back to meet Alastor’s warm gaze. “Well, my dear? It’s your decision if they get to know.”
He hums and haws theatrically, tilting his head this way and that as if the change in angle will help him understand the question better, before his grin widens and he shrugs. “Oh, what the hell? Go ahead, darling, I’d love to see their reactions!”
Rolling your eyes fondly, you push your now empty glass towards Husk with a small smile. “Alright…” you wait until your drink has been refilled to speak up again— wanting to confirm the safety of your glass, should the shock cause such big reactions, as Alastor was expecting. “It’s quite simple, honestly. Alongside his heart, I also happen to… own his soul, as well.”
The reaction is instantaneous. Glasses shatter, voices are raised from polite conversation to incoherent screaming.. you haven’t seen so much chaos since your first year in hell, wandering all alone whilst waiting for your beloved.
You take a sip of your drink, sharing a look with Alastor as the chaos around you intensifies with each moment you remain silent. You raise your hand, and instantly, all sound cuts out. You smile slightly. “May I speak now?”
You don’t wait for an answer, shrugging slightly. “It’s really quite simple, I swear. I didn’t force Alastor to do anything— he’ll tell you himself, he practically begged me to make a deal with him.” Alastor nods, not at all embarrassed. He’d never be embarrassed or ashamed of his clever wife, to enamoured to be anything otherwise.
Charlie— delightful kind soul she is— steps forward with an awkward smile, gaze flitting between you and Alastor. “Is… is that true, Al?” She questions quietly, and you honestly can’t blame her for being concerned. Most everyone, regardless of how they lost their soul, holds some contempt for their “owners”.
Alastor hums, grin stretching further across his face. “Quite so, my dear! It’s a long tale, but I couldn’t be happier where I am now!” He wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you towards him.
And that’s it. Slowly, motions at the hotel resume as they had before. In the comfortable noise, you lean closer to Alastor, expression more fond than you care to admit. “You’re such a charmer, you know that?” You tease lowly, rubbing your thumb over the knuckles of his hand.
He laughs quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. “Just for you, my love,” he murmurs in response, squeezing your joint hands softly.
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I’m Your Biggest Fan, I’ll Follow You Until You Love Me
Synopsis: What happens when a stalker meets a paranoid woman in New York? Well he first rationalizes it as him just protecting you, he’s doing you a favor. It was a dangerous world out there and he just wanted to look out for a pretty thing like you. You were so good, so so so good for him. You kept him sane, his North Star. But he failed to realize that you had a routine he was unaware of. One that would expose himself.
Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x f! reader
Warning: Stalking | Fluff | Breaking n Entering | Meet Cute turns to Obsession | Panty stealing Dex (because I can) | Mention of Masturbation (male)
Word Count: 2k
A/n: Already had the idea but my god does Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi go with him so well. Just got an edit of him with that song. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen, the account is peachl13 on tt. It should be the second video. Also isn’t edited, I’m writing this on my phone, I’m too lazy to get my laptop.
His therapist told him he needed a routine. He needed structure, he needed stability. So that’s what he’s been doing, day after day. Structure.
Wake up, breakfast, work out, work. Then he’d come home, make dinner, shower, read, listen to his tape and then sleep if he could.
Today on his day off though, he realized he needed more food for the week. He made a list, grabbed his wallet, keys and headed out.
He put on his fake persona, smiled at people when needed.
He was done with almost everything, all that was left was the produce. It was the one thing he hated, he always felt like he was bad at picking the better options. Always feeling like he picked the worst ones.
Dex stood there for a second looking at the avocados wondering which ones he should get. Wondering which were ripe enough, was it the firm ones? Or were they the soft ones? No not that one. Those are too soft right? He couldn’t remember which.
Just as he was about to reach for another one someone bumped into him.
He felt irritation creeping up on him. He turned to look at the ass who touched him. Who disturbed his peace, who interrupted his thoughts. His focus.
His eyes glaring down before they reached your eyes. Eyes that were wide, eyes that were soft. Your eyebrows frowned as your mouth moved. Words he could not hear as he was focused on your face. But the words slowly came through.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. My friend bumped into and I tried to avoid her. I didn’t realize my ankle would give out for a moment. I’m really sorry.”
What he didn’t know while he watched you ramble on and on was how you had been eyeing him. Whispering to your friend how hot he was. He didn’t see how they nudged you closer to him, accidentally pushing you a little harder than expected that resulted in this interaction.
Even if he knew that, it wouldn’t stop the switch that flipped within him. He didn’t know what it was, god, but maybe it was the way your eyes looked up at him in worry. How they had the sweetest apologetic look to them. So doe like.
So innocent. So pure. So good. Good.
You were good. You had to be good. Could you be his good? Could you be his North Star?
You had to have been, just look at you. Look at how much you worried about him. If he ever could show empathy, well he’d hope it was as well as you.
How he watched how you made a look at your friend as they giggled and made their way far from the both of you.
“I really am sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything.”
Dex chuckled lightly, his lip lifting just slightly in a half smile.
“You’re good. Don’t worry about it, it takes a lot more to hurt me than a love tap.”
His gaze shifted between your eyes to your lips and then back up. He watched how you tried hiding your smile, but it reached your eyes. Oh how he felt like he could get lost in them.
“Oh a love tap? Is that right? That’s a good one.” You then raised a hand hesitantly but decided to push forward. Your hand touched his bicep just lightly.
Oh how he felt electricity shoot through his body. It coursed through him as if he were a live wire. Even if your skin didn’t touch his, he could feel the heat radiating off onto his body. It was intoxicating.
He watched you, how you checked for him to pull back. For him to reject you. But how could he. No. No not you. It was all he wanted now. A little taste that he now desperately craved for more.
“But you’re right. With arms like these I doubt I’d do much damage to you.”
But you have. Somewhere in his sick twisted mind you did. Just the simple fact that you touched him, looked at him, spoke to him. You peaked his interest, and he felt himself wanting more.
“Hey uh-” his eyes shifting, your eyes, your lips, your hand. Eyes, lips, hand. Eyes, lips, hand. Eyes, lips, hands. He felt his mind racing, trying to find the right words. “Would you like to go get-”
Ring-ring
He felt himself holding back, feeling a whimper almost slip through his lips when your hand retracted.
You smiled at him and pointed to his pocket, “Aren’t you gonna get that?”
“No.” His response was too quick for his liking.
Vrrrr-vrrrr
“You sure? It seems like it’s really important.”
He pulled out his phone reluctantly, he looked at the called id before giving you a fake apologetic look. If he could he would give you an irritated one. But he didn’t want to scare you away.
He turned away slightly, answering the call with professionalism.
Dex shifted again just slightly, trying to get a peak at you.
But his heart dropped, you disappeared. Slipped from his line of sight. He fought the urge to yell at his colleague.
No no no no. He just found you. He just found his star.
His eyes scanned around, but you were no where near. Now how was he going to find you? How was he going to take you out? To let you be the one that helps him be the good person he desperately wanted to be.
He felt his irritation growing. He wanted nothing more than to yell over the phone and then hang up. Better yet he’d make sure to punch the man over the phone the next time he saw him.
His body tensed slightly, feeling a presence beside him again.
But it was you. Looking down at you he watched you smirk up at him. Focused intensely on your eyes, your hands. The pen that was in your perfect carved hands.
Hands that were sculpted for him. Hands that were sculptured to mold him. Mold him into becoming a better person.
He memorized your movements, memorized the sweet scent of your perfume as you stepped closer to him. Much closer than you had before. Your shoulder almost bumping into his chest as you grabbed his arm.
His gaze burned into your skin as he watched you in silence. Phone still to his ear as he let you do whatever you wanted. Let you pull up the sleeve of his quarter zip sweater. Letting you press the pen against his skin, letting you mark him with your number. As if it belonged engraved on his skin.
He felt himself smile when you looked back up at him. You softly pulled down his sleeve before waving goodbye.
He tried looking for you after his phone call. He really did. But to his dismay you were long gone. Just as sudden as you appeared in his life you were gone. He was glad he at least had your number right?
His day was ruined when he got home. Just as it began it quickly left. As he looked down at the last two numbers smudged he began to feel himself spiral.
No. Now he wouldn’t let this ruin it. No he had ways. He’s figure it out.
And he did.
How? Well working for the fbi had its perks.
He jumped through hoops for it. But he’d do anything for you. Anything to see you again. Anything to see you smile again.
Anything. Anything to feel your warmth, to be the kind of person you were. Good.
And he knew you were good. So good, he saw it in how you kept your apartment. Clean and organized. It felt like home, it felt like it could be his home. It invited him.
It felt like it wanted him to be there.
He could still remember the first time he watched you. He watched your routine just before you left. Watched how long it took for you to shower, to get ready, eat breakfast. How you closed the curtains, walked out the door, walked to work.
He wanted to see how you lived. In your own little world, but he noticed on occasion you’d look back. How sometimes you’d be on guard.
That was enough for him. He knew he had to keep doing this. He’d walk you to work. He’d keep you save from this distance. He’d be your protector.
Even if a man looked at you wrong in the slightest. He’d take care of it. It’s a dangerous world, he can’t have his North Star hurt. He couldn’t handle that.
And after, after he’d walk you to work he’d go back. Back to your apartment, back to his safe space. Your warmth. He’d always look how warm it felt after you felt.
How your cat had gotten accustomed to him. Always rubbing up against him.
Always lingering when he’d always go through your apartment. Looking at your bookshelf to see what book you were reading this week.
Looking through your fridge to see what meals you were eating this week. Sometimes he’d match his fridge to yours, wanting to taste the same foods you were eating. As if you cooked them together.
And some days. Some days he’d feel his temptation growing. He’d go through your drawers.
There it was. Calling his name. Screaming Dex Dex Dex Dex Dex over and over. Wondering how you’d sound screaming his name.
They were the prettiest panties he’d ever seen. He could just imagine you in them. Oh all the ways he’d want to have you in them. He stashed the black pair into his pants, knowing that later he’d use them. He’d rub them against his pink pretty tip until he cums on them. Until he’s groaning your name like a mantra.
When he’s feeling bold. He’ll do it in your apartment. He grabs your pillow, presses it against his face. Smelling your sweet shampoo lingering, the smell of your delicious lotion. Just you. All of you. He’s surrounded by you while he’s fisting his cock so hard.
He shakes, feeling himself rutting against his palm. Making sure he cums against his stomach so he doesn’t dirty your pretty sheets.
That day. That day in particular, was the day he felt like you’d know. All because he left at the wrong time. He didn’t time it correctly. That and because you changed your routine.
Just two minutes after he left your apartment. You found him. If you had come any sooner you’d see him walking out of your apartment complex. But this was easier, easier to explain that he just so happened that to be outside of your complex.
“Hey.” You smiled up at him. Oh he hadn’t felt that smile directly at him in months.
But there was something in your eyes. He could see it. What was it?
He smiled back, “Hey.”
Still panicking. He tried masking it, he hoped he’d do it well. He couldn’t lose you, he couldn’t have you find out.
“You never called.”
There it was. Disappointment.
You were disappointed in him. Oh he desperately wanted to tell you the truth. That he was there, the whole time. For months, watching you, protecting you. He just had to make sure, that you’d love him. Want him, want the good man he was molding himself to be.
So he lied as best he could. Really it was half lie.
“I know. I’m sorry. When I got home the number was smudged. So I couldn’t really call even if I wanted to.”
You hummed, as if you didn’t believe him.
“Let me make it up to you. Let me take you out to dinner.”
“I’ll have to see. I might be busy this week.”
Oh he knew weren’t. But he’d let you flirt, let you think you weren’t desperate for him. He’d indulge in your antics.
“What about next week?”
“Maybe.” He could see the smile you were trying to force down. “Here, give me your phone. I’ll put it in there this time. This way you don’t lose it.”
And he does. He’ll do anything you tell him.
You want him to kill somebody? He’ll do it. You want him to fix something? Say less. You want him to fuck you? Don’t need to ask him twice.
After that day he had to pretend. Pretend like he didn’t know where everything was in your apartment. Like he didn’t know your cat. A cat that wasn’t particularly warm to strangers at all.
And you’d pretend too. Pretend that that day you found him outside of your apartment complex you didn’t notice the tissue in the trash. The white substance that wasn’t there when you left. That your sheets were freshly washed, the strong fabric softener giving it away.
Pretend that your favorite pair of panties weren’t missing. Pretend that your pillows weren’t out of place by just centimeters.
That when you’d invited him in that same night, your all man hating cat was in love with him after seeing him once.
Pretend like your controller wasn’t just a few places off. Or how your room door was closed just slightly. You hadn’t left it that way.
Or how the book you were currently reading was sticking out just slightly. Not noticeable by anyone other than you.
You’d keep it a secret from him, even after a couple years of dating. You wouldn’t tell him that you knew. How you had an inkling the moment you’d found him that day.
How the scent suddenly showed up in your apartment. A hint of something.
Of him. The day of the supermarket it was there. And it lingers in your home. It lingered of him. Of musk, sandalwood and amber.
Something in you told you to be scared. The right part of you told you to run. But how could you.
You felt safe.
He made you feel safe, like home.
So you’d keep it a secret. Because you’d forgive this man, how could you not? He loved you. So so so so much. And you loved him.
How could you ever be mad at him? No not him. Not your sweet Dex.
synopsis: you and clark have a one night stand, but he's determined to see you again
cw: literally no plot just porn, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it babes), creampie <3
wc: 1.2k
a/n: um wtf i'm actually sorry for being so busy. my professors are assholes, and the people at my internship are assholes too. i just miss you guys so much and i actually wish i could marry some rich man just so i can spend all my time writing clark kent smut 😩 also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 13K HONEYS!!! i love you babies sosososo much <333 you know you're my world 💛
A one-night stand hadn't been Clark's intention when he agreed to go out with his friends. He was just supposed to get a drink, hang out a little, and then go home.
He hadn't thought he'd end up in your bed.
He rocks into you slowly, your gummy walls tight around his cock as it stretches you out. Your body trembles under his, the skin of your neck tasting salty with sweat as he kisses over your throat.
“Gosh, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice hoarse and thick. His dark hair sticks to his forehead, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you while he fucks you.
You just moan sweetly into his ear, your nails dragging down his back, scratching at his shoulder blades. You look so beautiful like this, all blissed out, and he feels honored to be able to give you pleasure.
This hadn't been his plan at all. But when he'd seen you in the bar, sitting with your friends, his heart had stuttered and his mind had gone blank.
You were gorgeous. A being worthy of worship and paintings and hymns.
He'd been unable to look away for most of the night. Clark just stared at you, his eyes always returning to you no matter how hard he tried not to seem like a creep. But you were so beautiful. And then you'd glanced in his direction, your gaze meeting his, and a jolt of electricity shot through him.
When you smiled at him, he knew he was a goner. He had to approach you. Had to talk to you. He's not sure how he got lucky enough for you to want him back, for you to casually invite him to your place. He’d been almost too eager, too quick, to say yes.
Your bedroom now smells of sweat and sex, the sound of skin on skin loud as he fucks into you. Surely, the neighbors can hear the bed hitting the wall, your moans and gasps, and Clark’s low groans.
He grabs your thigh, draping it over his waist and changing the angle so he can slide deeper into you.
You squeal softly, your beautiful eyes rolling back as his thick cock drags against your inner walls, sending sharp jolts of ecstasy through your veins. “Clark,” you moan. “Oh, God.”
"I know, baby, I know," he murmurs in your ear before kissing across your jawline. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He increases his pace, his hips rolling just right, his cock pressing up against your g-spot. You mewl sweetly, slick cunt squelching obscenely each time he presses in.
He groans low, delivering sloppy kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. One of his hands slides down, his fingers deftly working at your clit in slow circles as he continues to pound you.
You whine, delighted, as your hips start rocking against him, matching his rhythm, a hot pressure slowly building in your womb.
“Clark, Clark,” you say breathlessly, scratching harder at his back, your thighs starting to shake. Out of all the one-night stands you've had, this one is by far the best. Clark just knows what he’s doing. He fucks you so perfectly, touches you just right, and the weight of his body on you feels like heaven. You’d stay under him for days if you could.
“I know,” he says again, his mouth trailing down to your breasts, kissing each one reverently before licking over one of your nipples. “I know you wanna come. I'll get you there.”
He sucks on your nipple gently, grazing his teeth over it before swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. His fingers pick up the pace against your needy clit, and suddenly the pressure in your womb feels like molten lava ready to burst.
“Fuck,” you gasp, shaking, skin slick with sweat. “Please!”
You squeeze him tight as you get close, your pussy sucking him in, making him twitch in you as he's suddenly pushed right to the edge.
“Aw, fuck,” he grunts, pulling away from your tits. His hips stutter a little as he realizes he's not going to last much longer. He looks at your face, at how beautiful you are, focuses on how good you feel. And, God, this can’t be the only time he’s in you or the last time he sees you. He needs more.
“I need a favor from you before you come, honey,” he says, his voice strained. It’s like the words tumbled out of his mouth, but he’s already spoken them and he might as well go through with it.
You just mewl in response, body squirming under his, desperate for release.
“Can I get your number?” he asks breathlessly, feeling a little sheepish but determined.
You pause for a second before laughing softly, but it ends in a moan as Clark pushes you closer to your orgasm. “Yeah,” you gasp, nodding. “Yeah, I'll give you my number.”
“Thank fuck,” he groans, focusing his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting gently to leave hickeys all over. He takes your thigh from around his waist and presses it up to your chest. His cock slides in all the way, the thick head brushing your cervix, and the feeling of being stuffed full pushes you over the edge.
You mewl his name over and over as you come, your thighs shaking as your orgasm takes over you. It feels like your skin is on fire, the pressure in your womb bursting and spilling all over your body, the pleasure making you see stars. Your back arches off the bed and your eyes roll back, and Clark moans at the sight.
Watching you come while your cunt squeezes him tight is enough to send him right over the edge. He grunts, thrusting hard and fast and deep a few more times before he comes too. You two probably should've used a condom, but in your haste to get into bed, both of you had, admittedly, not cared. So Clark comes in you, his thick, sticky cum warm as it spills into your pussy, coating over your walls and gathering right against your womb.
With heavy, shuddering breaths, Clark places soft kisses against your forehead and nose and lips before pulling out of you and collapsing beside you.
He wraps an arm around your middle, tugging you against him while you both regain your breath.
When he can speak again, he says, “Probably should've waited til after to ask for your number. But I was afraid I'd lose my nerve, so I figured it was a now or never sort of scenario.”
You turn to him with a sweet, satisfied smile. “I'm glad the sex was good enough to prompt you to ask for my number in the middle of it,” you joke, voice breathy.
Clark chuckles, raising a hand to trace his thumb over your lower lip. “So...the number?” he prompts at risk of sounding desperate. He figures you’re worth all the embarrassment in the world.
You giggle softly. “Give me your phone.”
Clark all but leaps to grab his phone from where he'd left it on the bedside table. He hands it to you and watches with wide eyes as you add your contact.
“There,” you say, handing it back to him. “You've got my number. Just don't forget to actually use it.”
He grins a charming, boyish grin, his dimples showing. “Oh, trust me, baby, I'll definitely use it.”
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.✦ ݁˖ pregnant!reader, established relationship, other than that just fluff;
“How about… Izumi?” he asked, his voice quiet as his finger carefully traced the visible skin of your belly, slow and absent-minded. He was close to you on the bed, both of you lying on your sides, shoulders touching, legs loosely intertwined.
Your lips curve into a soft, lazy smile as you nod, your hand coming up to gently fix the black strands of his hair that had fallen out of place, brushing them back with care.
“It’s beautiful,” you assure him, your voice warm, steady.
Silence settles between the two of you, soft and calm, as his fingers continue to move over your belly, gentle, almost reverent. He had always done his best to take care of you, to stay close whenever you needed him — but ever since you found out you were pregnant, Zuko had barely left your side.
Sometimes he would get scolded by “that boring chamberlain” — his words — for neglecting his royal duties, but he never seemed to care.
All that mattered to him was you.
Your well-being.
He knew pregnancy wouldn’t be easy — mood swings, cravings, aches, the quiet discomforts that came and went without warning. He didn’t want you to go through any of it alone.
So he was here.
Present. Close.
Another moment passes before the quiet shifts.
“What if… what if she doesn’t like me?” he asks suddenly, his voice low, uncertain. His brows knit together as he keeps his gaze fixed on your belly, his hand stilling slightly. “What if I scare her…” he adds under his breath.
He doesn’t need to say more.
You already know.
His scar.
It had always been there, lingering in the back of his mind. Even when the two of you first got together, it had been his biggest insecurity. He used to avoid you during the day, only coming to see you at night, hiding in shadows, convincing himself it was better that way.
You had spent so long showing him otherwise. Reminding him, over and over, that his scar didn’t make him any less — it never did.
If anything, it made him more.
You take in a quiet breath, having known this conversation would come eventually. Slowly, you turn towards him, the fabric of your robe bunching softly at your thighs as the movement draws his attention. His eyes lift to meet yours.
Your hands come up to cup his face, holding him gently, your thumbs brushing over his skin — both sides, without hesitation.
You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.
He melts into it instantly, one of his hands coming up to wrap around your wrist, holding onto you like he needs it.
“She’s your daughter,” you whisper when you pull back just slightly, your forehead almost touching his. “And she will adore you.”
“But—”
“Every part of you,” you interrupt softly, but firmly. “Every. Part.”
You repeat it again, quieter this time, as you begin pressing small, lingering kisses across his face — his cheek, his jaw, his temple, his scar, not avoiding anything.
He can’t help the smile that slowly spreads across his lips, his eyes closing for a moment as he lets himself feel it — your warmth, your certainty, the way you never hesitate with him.
“Please stop worrying about this, yeah?” you murmur against his skin. “You don’t want to upset me now,” you say as you look towards your belly.
“That’s a little manipulative of you,” he says, though there’s no real bite to his words.
A soft laugh escapes you.
He smiles back, something lighter now, something eased. His gaze drifts downward again, softer this time. Carefully, he moves the fabric of your robe aside, revealing more of your skin.
Slowly, he lowers himself.
His cheek presses gently against your belly — not enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to feel close, to share warmth.
His hand rests at your side, thumb moving in slow, soothing strokes.
“Will you like me, Izumi?” he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he’s afraid to disturb the moment.
One second passes.
Then another.
The room is still, peaceful —
And then—
He jolts.
His eyes widen instantly as his head lifts, his gaze snapping up to yours, surprise written all over his face, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something softer.
“She… kicked.”
“I think that’s her way of saying yes,” you say and his smile grows wider.
