Joyriding Down Our Road

“Not to wolves,” a maiden staunchly corrected the investigator with disgust in her tone. “Wolves, male wolves, are not welcomed here. We give honor to the Bitch, who ensures no one here should suffer a horrid wolf.”

So it was. The Bitch, treated like an avenging Madonna to the women and girls of the town. There were fewer than thirty men above the age of 35 in the town.

Young maidens and girls did not fear the woods around them.

“Why would we?” Shrugged one young girl. “Scariest thing out there is the Bitch and she’s scary for us not to us.”

It should be noted that the hunter did not survive the week in the town that the investigator did. He was found— the pieces of him were found— one dawn on the cobblestones of the town square. As soon as his remains were removed, bouquets arrived. And everyone who passed nodded their head in appreciation towards the bloodstained stones, murmuring “thanks be to the Bitch”, “hail the Bitch”.

.🖤.

Timothée’s gaze drifted to the back door again, then down to the book in his lap.

You descended the stairs, rolling your eyes at the sight of him.

“Why do you constantly worry? This is not her first time.”

“She’s my daughter, of course I worry.”

“Do you doubt her skills?”

“No.”

“Do you doubt her mentor?”

He breathed a laugh. “Of course not.”

“Do you think he could best her?”

Timothée finally closed the book, no longer attempting to reread the same few paragraphs. He looked, instead, into the dark eyes of his precious gift of a wife. “No, my love, I don’t.”

“Then why do you worry?”

He shrugged, smiling self-deprecatingly. “I’m only human.”

You scoffed, cracking a smirk. “I forgive you that.”

Timothée reached out a hand and you let yours fall into his palm. He kissed the knuckles. “So generous.”

“I am. Now obey your wife and return to bed.” You pulled him from the lounge chair and he sighed as he stood, leaving his book there on the cushion.

“She just always stays out longer than the others.”

“She enjoys herself.”

“It’s like she knows it makes me anxious.”

“Need I distract you with another baby? Your worry diminished when you were exhausted with a newborn.”

“I thought you said four was a divine number?”

“We don’t have four girls.”

He chuckled and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way to their bedroom. “I need no convincing to be bedded by you, dear wife.”

You just wanted to be outside of your body for a little bit. Sneaking away to the stables, you approached Dainty’s stall. She was an unassuming mare, sandy brown with a dirty blonde mane. You tutted soothingly at her as you stepped inside, refamiliarizing yourself with her.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Have they been giving you plenty carrots? Hmm?” You fed her a sugar cube you saved from your morning tea before patting her down her side and flank. Your life had become so complicated since you’d last ridden her. You weren’t married the last time you lapped the activity field. You still had hope for your future. Still had a best friend. A best friend that you had complicated feelings for—.

You shook your head. Turning your brain off and just brushing Dainty down and tending to her sounded like a good way to regulate your emotions.

The stable door opened again and you gasped, ducking behind an oat barrel. You didn’t want to be seen. Just needed a moment to your fucking self to mourn your fucking life, was that too much to ask??

A stablehand came in, lugging a freshly treated saddle to a far away horse’s stall. She whistled as she did her work, placidly but pleasantly focused. A man slunk in through the cracked open stable door behind her. He held something behind his back as he snuck up behind the stablehand and—.

“Oh! Oh, Phillip, you rascal!” The stablehand jumped then playfully whacked at the man’s arm punitively.

“You left too soon this morning. Forgot your medicine and your lunch.”

She sighed, exasperated but a smile curved her lips. “Thank you, dear.” He passed over the paper bag from behind his back.

“You forgot something else, too.” Phillip tapped his cheek.

The stablehand scoffed a laugh then went to kiss where his finger pointed. Phillip turned his head at the last moment and joined their lips in a sweet cheeky kiss. She swatted at him again, laughing as she pushed at him.

“Get out of here before you get us in trouble!”

He blew her a kiss as he left out the way he came. She shook her head after him but her smile lingered on her face the entire time she went about her work.

You watched her for twenty minutes from your clandestine spot, a gaping raw ache in your chest.

You wanted that. You always wanted that. And for over a decade, your deepest dreams that you endeavored to forget upon waking featured Timothée as the cheeky, loving partner. Sneaking kisses as well as snacks in hidden places. Holding hands to escape mischief and boring events. Being cute in mundanity, comfortable and sweet in each other’s presence.

Tears stung your eyes as the stablehand left again and your head hit the low wooden, wall behind you. Your new solitude made the floodgates open.

It wasn’t fair. Timothée— that absolute fucking blockhead!— had ruined everything. You were so tired. Physically and emotionally. You’ve been tense every waking moment since that first night he took you. Tense because he took plenty of opportunities in the intervening few months to repeat the assault. Gave you a dog to try and butter up to you. Got a cake and thought you would celebrate your Friendiversary with him like nothing was wrong. So many good memories overwritten and tainted with his touch and tongue.

Rage ate up the envy as you stood, poor Dainty startling a bit at your sudden movement. Your face screwed with contemptuous resolve under the streaks of tears. You tried to gentle your motions as you took the inconspicuous saddle from the low wall, began strapping it on Dainty with sure hands and muscle memory. This was the last day that life was going to just happen to you.

If nothing was going to give, you were gonna take. Just like Timothée did.

Anxiety was a physical ailment in Timothée’s body. He was legitimately sick with it. When he realized you weren’t just hiding from him in your normal spots, he started asking around. Then worry bubbled in his gut as no one could recount your whereabouts since early morning when you took breakfast in the courtyard.

Hundreds. Fucking hundreds of people in this castle and on the grounds of it and not a single one of them could tell him where you were??

Timothée’s stomach turned at the thought of you being kidnapped. At the thought of you perishing in some freak accident. At thought after thought after thought.

The castle was in silent panic as the search for you expanded beyond the grounds. Word couldn’t spread of your disappearance.

It was late into the morning, the sun threatening to rise again when Timothée finally collapsed into bed from exhaustion. He’d been on his feet for hours, resorting even to checking ridiculous places like cupboards and under beds and inside suits of armor. As if this was a sick prank, a game of hide and seek gone too far.

When his parents finally urged him to rest, he only made it so far as your shared chambers, pacing the inner perimeter of it as his mind raced.

Timothée felt like a husk of a man. Afflicted with worry, wanting nothing more than for you to be beside him, glaring daggers into his eyes. At least you’d be here. At least he’d know you were safe.

He tamped down the catastrophizing voice in the back of his head that speculated if you had met your end somewhere out there in the world. It made him contemplate the sharpness of the letter opener on his desk and wonder if his lifeforce would empty out before anyone came to stop him. But he couldn’t pull a Romeo and Juliet without the concrete knowledge that you had gone to some other plane of existence without him.

He never wanted you to go anywhere without him.

He never wanted to be anywhere you weren’t.

Timothée surprised himself by having more water in his body left to cry out. He turned on his side, clutching your pillow, and wept himself to sleep.

It’s got to be late morning, nearing noon, when Timothée wakes from his fitful sleep. Puffy eyes flutter open and see light streaming brightly into windows he didn’t close the curtains on last night.

He swallowed, mouth dry as he rolled over.

And his eyes beheld you.

He froze, blinking a few times. Then, his body was compelled forward, tangling in the sheets and tripping over them as he desperately scrambled towards you. Hallucination or not, he would find out definitively if he laid hands on you.

A sheet was still caught around his ankle as he sprawled to the floor, but he didn’t care. He crawled to where you stood, reached out. And when his hand touched fabric, with skin warm and real underneath, a sob of relief tore from him.

He clung to your skirt, pulling himself up your legs until he could hug them tight to his torso.

“Y/n, baby, where’d you go? Are you hurt? Are you okay? Where were you, baby, I was so worried…” he babbled and whined as he nuzzled into you like a safety blanket. He was only just now able to take in what you had on: the linen of a peasant’s plain dress scratched against his cheek. He swallowed again as he finally clocked that you hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word in all this whirlwind.

Timothée looked up at you from where he sat awkwardly at your feet. He can only imagine how pathetic he looked; hair sleep-shrewn and skin blotchy, eyes bloodshot and wet from fat teardrops. Coldly, you regarded him from above.

His heart thudded hard in his chest at the way you looked down on him, in more ways than one. He felt vulnerable. He felt chastised. He felt… guilty.

Your head tilted to the side, eyes dead even as your hand rose from where it hung limply beside you. Your fingers tunneled through his curls and his breath stuttered. His eyes drooped then closed as his adrenaline bottomed out and relief left him haggard once again. You hadn’t answered any of his questions, yet just your presence after not having it was enough. He thought that he’d never have it again. But carding your digits through his hair felt euphoric. Felt like old times, back when you were best friends. Felt like you loved him again—.

Your grip tightened all at once and yanked his head back to look up at you. A cool promise resided in your gaze now.

“I want you to always remember what you felt like when you thought you lost me. Because you’ve never had to consider it as a real option before and it shows.”

Something stirred in Timothée’s lower belly, made him gulp down a whimper that wanted to crawl up his throat and make itself known. “Please, Y/n, never again. I’ll do anything to not feel this way ever again. Not knowing where you were, if you were safe, princess, I couldn’t bear it.”

“And I’ll never tell you where I was, nor how I managed to remain hidden. Which means, I can do so again. Permanently, if I so desire. So hear me when I say you have much to make up for. You will hear me as you have refused to hear me since even before I became your wife. Do something as egregious as our first time again, and you will know what it’s like to lose me.”

Timothée nodded vehemently, the threat striking him close to the heart. “I won’t. I promise! I’m all yours, please, I just want you to finally be mine.”

And for the first time since you reappeared, a trace of the old you flickered in your eyes. “I know. You’ll work on earning me. Because making me happy is your greatest joy, isn’t that right, Tim?”

He sighed, mollified as he cuddled against your rough linen-covered thigh, your hand still fisting his hair. “Yes, princess.”

You wear the same thing to bed every night booty shorts and an old shirt. Jack your husband wears only his boxers but he takes them off as soon as your morning yoga routine starts.

You have no idea why he just doesn't sleep naked if he's just going to throw them in the hamper after.

He claims it's so he doesn't poke you in the middle of the night. You think he's just a silly old man unable to change his set routine. Both things can be true. But that's beside the point.

You walk down the stairs yawning; turning on the lights towards your closed in deck as you stroll across the floor. The house had chilled to 65 this early in the morning was comfortable enough to keep you awake but not overly sweating.

Both yoga mats are on your deck rolled up before every routine just as the sun peaks over the horizon. You unfurl the mats side by side and push the button for the ambiance music. You take off your bonnet so it doesn't get in your way and start in cross legged sit on your mat.

Deep breath in 1,2,3,4, Deep breath out 4,3,2,1 and repeat

During your third rotation in you felt your husbands lips on your forehead as he joined you on his own mat. Same cross-legged position breathing in sync with the other.

Then you moved together spreading your legs out and leaning forward Jack grabbed your hands and slowly leaned back. You let out a groan along with your lower back cracking. Jack grinned. You looked at him as he leaned back more taking a deep slow breath in and out.

On his next inhale you pulled him towards you. He didn't groan but let out a deep pleasurable sigh, you smiled.

You both continued on your morning stretches even added in the funny couple ones you saw online.

Jack laid on the ground as you looked at the diagram on your phone and memorized it before telling him.

"Arms up Jackie." you told.

"Got it." You stood over him like you were going to sit on him. Jack sucked in his lips. You pointed your index finger at him. And heat rushed across his face a bit shaking his head no back and forth.

"Don't you dare—" You glared at him.

"I won't hun come on." Jack encouraged you.

Once you got your balance in a plank one hand on Jack's ankle and the other in the space where his prosthetic was supposed to be. You two often exercised with it off for Jack's strength exercises.

Jack grabbed your ankles and you started giggling. Jack smiled he loved your laugh.

"Comfy down there, hun?" Jack asked.

"yup."

"Ok, after 3. I'm going to sit up."

"Copy."

"1...2...3." Jack did a sit up while still holding your ankles. as you made a yoga square just like the picture. Jack smiled at you when he lifted you half upside down.

You cheered. You started to get wobbly a bit and Jack instantly laid back down again as you fell on top of him. You both ended up laughing together at the end.

"Want to try anymore?" he asked.

"No, Im going to end with my PT stretches." You explained as Jack sat up and stretched out his arms. You handed him his leg as he continued his routine. He finished before you did and went to go make coffee, and add the leftovers from yesterdays dinner to your lunch.

As he sipped his coffee he watched you bend all the way over and wiggle. Your butt jiggled in his face. He stared at it as it jiggled while you stretched your limbs and spine.

He licked his lips, he loved your ass. Squeezing it, poking it, grabbing handfuls of it, smacking it, thrusting his—-

BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEP

The microwave buzzed pulling him out of his fility day dream. He went to tend to the food in there. Once you were dressed for your work day Jack stood by the front door holding your work bag and your spikey tumblr of coffee. You took them from him. He brought you in for a hug. Then you and Jack's lips pecked the other.

"I love you, hun." Jack tells you.

"I love you too, goodnight Jackie." You told before getting in your car and driving off to work.

Jack went back inside getting ready to sleep. He pulled the blackout curtains tight, turned off all the lights, put his sleep mask on his head. Put his boxers back on and climbed into bed. He pulled down his mask and took a few deep breaths. He tried to sleep he really did but after a few minutes he pulled his sleep mask back on his head.

He took a deep sigh and thought back to the yoga routine early this morning. Jack groaned lowly. His hand slid down to palm his cock through the fabric. Your body glistening in the morning light twisting, turning, flexing. Looking sexy even doing yoga. He moans softly his skin was getting warm as he slips his hand in to stroke it to the thought of you.

Of you spreading your brown legs out for him while he glides his cock into you—

He tugged his cock harder; to the thought. He reached for the lube in the side table drawer squirted a few pumps on himself before going back to squeezing. The squishy sounds spurred him on.

Jack rolled over to your side of the bed as he continued to stroke himself with no care in the world. He stopped for a bit edging his cock to watch it throb in his hand for a bit before going back to tugging it.

Jack let out staggering groans then pumped himself fast. Leaning back into your pillow your scent sending him over the edge to sweet ecstasy.

When you got home from work you checked your messages.

You have one new message from Hubby. From this morning at 10:30am

Hey hun hope your day is going good. I'm just laying here on our bed daydreaming about this morning. You look so sexy in those shorts—you know what your ass does to me, honey. Mmmf—tomorrow morning I'm going to be your yoga routine. I'm going to stretch you out on my cock nice and slow—

You almost dropped your phone in the trashcan as you heated up leftovers for dinner. You did your bedtime stretches as well, just in case.

Right before you drifted off to sleep you sent Jack a goodnight text.

Friday, 10:30pm Hun: I’ll see you in the morning, i got your message. 😘 Saturday, 12:00am Hubby: can’t wait, sweet dreams ❤️

Saturday Morning…

You rolled out your mat on your deck, it was a cool summer morning the dew stuck to the plants and trees, birds chirped you took a deep breath in and out.

After a few moments You felt rough yet soft hands wrap around your waist. And felt stubble on your shoulder. The smell of Pinesoil, old spice, a bit of sweat.

Jack’s hand slid into your panties and grasped your ass and kneaded it with his fingers.

“You look so sexy right now, hun.” Jack whispered in your ear.

You giggled. Looking back at Jack with a smug look on your face and wiggled your ass in his hold.

“Tease.” He growled.

“You love it.” You teased back.

You felt a smack then rubbing the spot of your ass.

“Get on the mat in bridge position…and don’t worry about dropping to the floor I’ll hold…this precious cargo.” Jack emphasized by squeezing your ass.

You nodded. Feeling his gaze the entire time as you went down to the floor. He knelt down on his knees then onto the floor. You took a deep breath and lifted up your legs closed in front of Jack’s face. His hands slid across your legs as they pulled down your panties.

Jack flicked them across the deck. Grabbing your ass and held it up while you tried to focus on your breathing.

Jack used his elbows to make your legs part for him then dug into your pussy licking long strokes with his tongue. Not savoring like he usually does; He was on a mission. He licked like a man starved for one morsel. Your legs dropped to the mat below you. As you let out a lewd moan of pleasure.

Jack pulled you closer to his mouth by your hips.

You tried to muffle your moans but they didn't work as you felt his fingers in your pussy pushing up against the spot that drove you crazy many times. The strokes of his fingers with the laps of his tongue in you. Felt so fucking good you could feel the build up of your climax starting to curl.

With every lap and roll of his fingers you felt warmer waves fill your pussy.

You moaned in sync with his fingering.

Then he stopped abruptly standing up licking his fingers. As he gazed at you on the floor. You shared a look as you burned for him.

“Downward facing dog.” Jack instructed as he licked his lips.

You followed his instructions.

“Don’t forget to breathe hun.” Jack instructed.

You took a deep breath as you deepened the stretch. Then you felt a very hardening cock against your ass and your husband’s hands rub down your backside that he could reach from this angle.

Jack smacked it a couple of times just to watch it jiggle his cock twitched with every movement. While your breath came out staggered.

"Jaaaaack." You wined.

Jack thrummed his cock against your ass savoring the bounce it made, before pushing himself in. You both let out noises of pleasure.

“Oooh shit…that feels different.” You moaned.

“Is that good or bad?” Jack asked.

You chuckled before responding. “I dont know, Jack move and I’ll tell you.”

Jack started moving pulling you back by your love handles and watching your ass jiggle against him with every thrust.

You moaned happily tongue hanging out of your mouth.

“Oooo you look so good, hun.”

“Mmmf you feel so good, Jackie.”

You and Jack communicated with just your noises for the next few moments. Till your legs started to shake from this position.

“im starting to shake….not in the good way.“ you gasped.

Jack pulled out cum dripping from his cock and down your legs.

You whined from the disconnect. But laid flat on the mat on your belly as your legs felt the relief from that position.

The build up to climax was just under the surfaces of your skin you could feel it was so close just not there yet. You caught your breath while lying down there.

“Cobra.” Jack told. As he slid down all the way to the floor and crawled over your backside. You smirked back at Jack.

“You nasty.” You teased.

“You still love me though.”

Jack parted your legs again softly you felt the cool metal against your thighs as he slid back into your wet warm pussy. Both of you moaning in satisfaction. Your skin rubbed against each other he grined into you from behind. His stubble on your shoulder tickling your skin.

You could hear Jack groan and moan as he thrusts into you nice and slow. His hands reached to held yours. Your sweaty palms gripping each other. Jack peppering kisses on your nape, shoulders, and your back. Each a tiny expression of the love he had for you. As you were enjoying this moment together your breathing synced the same and it felt like you were the same soul for this one moment in time.

You felt your climax finally reach its peak as your pussy started to squeeze Jack’s cock like the snake this position was named after.

“I know you’re close, Hun—come on—give it to me.” Jack whispered in your ear.

You focused on the feeling of being stuffed like this and jack’s weight on top of you. turning your head back you kissed him softly and moaned into his mouth as you came crashing down finally.

You and Jack laid on the deck on the yoga mat trembling from your massive shared orgasms. Enjoying the smell of the morning dew, and the sounds of birds waking up and people starting their mornings.

You and Jack would eventually get up from the deck to continue your morning routine together. But you decided to lay next to each other a while longer basking in the feeling of being together. Your responsibilities could wait a little while.

Jack was exhausted. He slumped against his car unlocking it and throwing his bag into the front seat. He checked the time on his phone. A picture of you and him flashing on the screen as he looked at the time. He stared at the picture of you and him. Running his finger over your face on the screen. He had worked two weeks straight without a day off.

He thought about you everyday leaving you good morning texts, I miss you’s, i love you’s, and a few dirty messages as well at ungodly hours. And you having to read them in the morning before you go into work yourself. A few of them made you late for work just because you had a morning quickie.

Monday 12:00 am-Jackie: I wanna pound you against every surface in my home, babygirl.

Tuesday 3:00 am-Jackie: I’m eating this granola bar but im hungry for something else, think you can help?

Wednesday 9:48pm Jackie: Goodnight baby, I’ll be dreaming of you on me all through the night.

Thursday 11:56pm Jackie: I miss your pretty pussy so fucking much… Friday 5:09 am Jackie: send me a voicemail of those pretty sounds that i love so much from your mouth baby.

Saturday 6:40 am Jackie: I miss you baby can’t wait to spend my days off with you, i love you

Sunday 10:58 pm Jackie: check your voicemail sweetheart.

You have one new message from Jack Abbot

You placed your phone on your countertop On speaker as the voicemail played.

“Hi baby it’s 8am I just got home I’m about to pass out for a few hours, But i just wanted to let you know i have the next three days off. And during all those three days I’m going to bury my cock in you every hour, minute, and second of those days. Don't even wear any underwear the only thing I want you to wear is my cum dripping down your legs.

You heard a shuffle in the background and a deep groan followed by Jack’s chuckle.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart. I love you.”

Your mouth dropped and you shivered at his request. How dare he be so sweet yet so filthy all at once.

You packed a few things in your weekend tote bag, grabbed your shoes, phone charger and your keys. Your phone lit up with a message from Jack. As you got situated in your car.

Monday 12:00pm Jackie: I hope you did your stretches today cause baby I'm going to bend you like a pretzel.

You bit your lips and smiled. He was hot as hell when he was turned on. This was going to be a fun few days. You started your car and drove towards Jack's home.

A steamy kiss at the door...and one dangerous look later landed you on the couch with Jack holding the back of your thighs as he bounced you on his cock. Your heart hammered in your chest and you got goosebumps as he slid his hands across your stomach up the valley of your breast as one hand massaged one.

Jack grunted as he kissed from your neck to the back of your shoulder blade. Your head fell on his shoulder as you moaned his name.

"Mmm-feels so good." Jack smiled.

He felt your legs start to tremble. He ran his hands along your legs to where you were connected and rubbed his thumb across your clit.

"Cum, for me." He whispered in your ear. While he nibbled on it.

You mewled and whined softly.

"Come on you can do it..." Soon your walls tightened and you came. Jack stayed inside your pussy till your orgasm passed. You slid off his lap undo the floor his dark eyes followed you.

You looked at his hard cock as it bobbed around then back at him slowly. Jack scooted closer to the edge. You glided your hand across his shaft pumping teasingly. His legs shifted wider because of you. He chuckled.

"Such a tease--babygirl." He smirked.

Sticking your tongue out you licked up his shaft tasting yourself in the process and hallowed out your mouth to take more and suck as you pumped.

"F-Fuck..." Jack gripped the couch cushions.

The salty sweet taste of cum on his cock was just mmm so bad but it felt so good. You moaned happily while Jack was defiantly getting his mind blown. He was getting hard again with every lick of your tongue and suck of your mouth. You got lost in sucking him off, Jack started moving his hips using your mouth as a fleshlight your mouth felt so good to him.

Jack let out filthy moans, groans and grunts quietly. You let out a few yourself. You decided to try something you were curious if he liked it or not. You started to massage his balls softly. Jack's eyes bugged out and he put his hand over his mouth to try and stop the loudest moan you've ever heard. But it didn't suffice. And he moaned your name like a prayer.

Jack's climax came soon after his cum leaking all over your mouth. His moans singing to you. You moved your face and his cum ran down your chest. Jack was breathing heavily trying to catch his breath as you took a breather on the carpet.

Jack laughed like a little kid.

"Holy...shit...your an animal too huh?"

You laughed in return. "Surprise." you sang.

After that session you and Jack took a break to eat food and drink water.

Then another thing led to another as you and Jack left a trail of your clothes all the way to the glass shower in his bathroom.

Jack used your shower cap as a pillow for his forehead as he pounded into you from behind. Your hands gripped the handles in the shower tighter as you were pressed up against the glass.

The mix of moans, running warm water and squelches from you and Jack were enough to send you into another round of curses from your man.

"mmm...right there." you mewled as your voice echoed off the walls.

"You like that?"

"mmhm." You lazily responded.

Jack pulled you back by your hips so your back was flush against his chest as he started to thrust slowly which sent you to an even higher plane of ecstasy. Your hand reached the wall and slid in to his wet hair as you squeezed with every thrust. Soon you both came again in spews of noises. You bathed each other and made out while a mix of cum ran down your legs just as he promised.

You and Jack finished off the night in yet another precarious position this time he folded you in half in a mating press as he stared in your eyes the entire time. Giving you fast thrusts then slow then back to fast. You were both sweating and cum was defiantly in at least 3 rooms in his house by now. But neither you or Jack cared you were just consumed with each others bodies in the most physical way possible.

"mmm...you ready to cum one last time for me pretty girl?" Jack spoke in your ear.

You just nodded not being able to talk over the immense pleasure you were feeling. You had added new scratches to Jack's back over the past few hours, not that he cared he gave you a few bites on your thighs. You matched each other's freak so it was all good anyways.

Jack slipped out a little bit just to wiggle his fingers around in your pussy a bit before returning his cock inside of you. You opened your mouth and Jack put his fingers in. Your legs wrapped around Jack's torso like a boa constrictor as he continued. His head rested in your neck while his fingers played in your mouth.

"Cum on baby... don't hide it i know you've got one more."

you felt the coil in your lower belly one more time wind up and the over stimulation made it even better. You were thrown off your climax in one loud noise followed by a whimper at the end. Jack grunted deeply as his legs trembled as he came one last time.

You both shook from over-stimulation as your nerves bounced around in tiny tremors underneath your skin.

"I'm never going that long without you again."

Jack told in the dark as he drifted off to sleep.

You’d arrived yesterday and stepping off the dock alone was liberating. This must've been what it was like for Dorothy to step out of Kansas into Oz; stepping out of the boring monotony and into a literal rainbow. Pride flags waving in the breeze of the gorgeous June afternoon made you smile wide. Walking past the town hall, the streets were filled with people of all types; elderly retired couples who've probably lived here for years, vendors busking, you smiled big at a beautiful black women trying to entice customers into a restaurant.

You decided to stop and take a quick look the menu. A new city, a schedule of events in your head. Tonight alone you had tickets to a new drag trivia show, "Are You Smarter than a Drag Queen?" And now…dinner plans. You asked the woman for directions to your hotel. Finding it fairly quickly, and walking past a bookstore that you had seen pictures of online. It was once a standard beach shack, nothing more than a place to camp out near the beach; set back a ways from the sidewalk, covered in ivy and wild flowers. You knew inside the books were stacked floor to ceiling. But the bookstore was closed; it would have to wait til tomorrow.

Your first full day had been as fun as your first night. The bookstore was perfect, easily finding a whole bunch of books, including some new plays for next school year. Now, you were dressing for a Pride weekend kick off rave hosted by a club known as the “Red Room” and the theme was Beyonce vs Gaga.

Your new pink dress almost shimmered, matching well with the platform sandals you’d found in a vintage shop. You’d been studying makeup tutorials and decided to go with a slightly Wicked-esque makeup design, pairing emerald green eye shadow with bubblegum pink lipstick. Your trans flag colored fan making a perfect accessory to the pink dress and fake tiara you’d won last night; your knowledge of queer TV/movie trivia proving you WERE smarter than a drag queen.

The club was everything you’d ever thought a gay nightclub could ever be. Low red lighting mixed with flashing highlights in all different colors, bodies pressed against each other.

You were able to get your order to the bartender over the loud remixes of Beyoncé’s and Gaga’s greatest hits. Sipping your drink, you nearly dropped it as someone caught your eye. You weren’t sure if they were a boy, girl, or neither.

Their dark raven hair was plaited on the sides, with a few silver beads in the strands; the rest tucked up into bun. A green mesh shirt revealed a beautiful wolf tattoo that stretched up their arm. It also paired well with what looked like black leather shorts and platform boots that made their already tall form seem giant. Their face seemed to sparkle with a golden shimmer and a slight green highlight to their cheeks. Black lipstick matched their nails and their eyeliner wings were surely sharp enough to cut any homophobe down.

You got a good look as you suddenly realized they were making eye contact and strolling over to you. They leaned against the bar next to you and were pleasantly surprised you were able to hear their deep masculine voice order an old fashioned. Classy. You flashed them a wry smirk which they returned with a wink.

You bit your lip nervously. Sometimes you truly felt like a wallflower, clinging to the sides but once someone saw you, you could bloom. It was just getting started you struggled with.

They leaned in close and were glad you could hear them whisper in a velvety steel voice, “I need a smoke. Care to join me?" You nodded in response. Taking your hand, you found their touch cool, but in a refreshing way. Even more so as the two of you stepped out into the welcoming night air. Bringing the small paper tube to their lips and lighting it, you were surprised to smell not the usual tobacco, but weed. They turned to you

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not so long as you share.” You joked back and they passed you the joint. You took a deep inhale as the alcohol and THC mingled in a wonderful cocktail of bliss.

“My name is Loki," they introduced themselves. You told them your name as you passed the joint back. Taking it, they brought your hand to their lips, pressing a kiss to it.“I actually saw you last night at the drag show. I’m pleased to see you here tonight.” They said. Their eyes sparkled in the street light like two emeralds.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, you were absolutely adorable on stage. And I was impressed at your knowledge of queer media."

“Thank you, kind of a passion of mine.” You admitted, shyly. As much as you found it all interesting, you were used to people rolling their eyes. Loki on the other hand, took a hit from the joint, and actually managing to blow a smoke heart into the air.

“I wonder what else you’re passionate about.” They purred. Feeling a surge of confidence. You plucked the joint from their lips and took the final hit.

“Follow me and I’ll show you.” The two of you descended the stairs back into dance club where your fears seemed to disappear into the darkness while your confident side emerged. Leading you into the crowd, a remix of Telephone blasted through the speakers.

You understood why fans became not just as tools for artistic expression in ballroom culture but helping to keep cool in the tight dance spaces as you started to move your body to the rhythm of the song. Your back to Loki's chest, they leaned in close and their voice was so clear, you'd swear it seemed to echo in your mind "May I touch you, pet?"

You turned your head and nodded at them. Their hands started at your hips, somehow seeming to pull you even closer. Moving up your waist over your soft tummy, their touch was that same coolness from before, which brought its own sweet relief. Their hands just grazing your breast, their teasing touch driving you crazy with desire.

As the evening stretched on, the crowd was treated to a drag queen dressed as in cowboy garb as she danced and lip-synched a mix of Beyoncé’s hits from Cowboy Carter. Afterwards was last call and the crowd began to move out into the street.

“Maybe it’s the weed, or the booze, but I am DYING for a piece of pizza.” You said, giggling. Loki smiled.

“I know just the spot."

Even though Loki was a bit taller than you, the two of you seemed to lean on each other as you strolled up the main street of Provincetown in the glow of not only the streetlights and the moonlight, but the town hall was light up in a rainbow of spotlights.

“Wow, it’s kind of amazing to be in a place so open and …well, prideful.” You joked. Loki chuckled.

“Let me guess, small town?”

“Yeah, is it that obvious?”

“Don’t worry. I actually find it admirable. Your eyes lighting up with the passion and pride inside you.” Your face heated up at their words, feeling not just seen, but admired. “Sometimes in a big city, people can get lost and even being different starts to feel the same.” They explained, then paused and giggled. "That didn’t make much sense, did it?"

"In a drunk way, it did.” You joked back.

“Good.” Loki led you up the block to a place that a neon slice piece of pizza called 'Twisted Pizza'; a tall building tucked on a corner. Inside, 4 different pizzas sat in a display. You ordered a slice of sausage/pepperoni pizza and Loki ordered a veggie; they also insisted on paying.

"My treat for your company." They said, coolly.

The two of you found a bench and sat in a comfortable silence as you ate. The pizza was absolutely delicious; the crust was sprinkled with a hint of paprika, making the tomato sauce seem even more robust with a perfect amount of cheese.

“Gods.” Loki groaned. “Some may say New York has the best pizza, but I’d choose this any day.”

“You sound so sure."

"I live in New York, darling. Trust me, this is better."

“Fair enough. What do you do in New York?” You asked, making Loki pause, their smile seeming to falter for only a moment.

“Oh, this and that. What about you? Surely something of extreme importantance.”

“You could say that. I’m a theater teacher.”

“Ah-ha! A role of great importance. Who do you teach, the bard I’d hope?”

"Of course. He’s a definite, and then I have a rotating cannon of absurdists, and I’ve even introduced theater of the ridiculous to my high school seniors."

“Fascinating.” The two of you sat discussing theater for easily another hour, that is until you started yawning.

“Oh don’t, you’ll get me going-“ Loki said before they yawned. “I suppose it is rather late. Are you staying in town long?"

“Through Monday.”

"Excellent. Are you planning to go to the rally tomorrow, and the parade?”

“Yep! Though I have nothing planned for the evening. The after party for the parade I heard is a little lame.”

“I’ll be at the rally as well and can confirm the party is usually a let down. Would you like to go to dinner after the parade?”

“Sounds wonderful."

Wonderful was an understatement. It was perfect. Even though the clouds threatened rain all day; everything seemed to go off without a hitch. You found a little café to grab a coffee and muffin for breakfast; Deciding to settle in with a new book you'd bought, a script you’d picked up that you were thinking about teaching next year. You watch people, couples, families, crowds ebb and flow in the store fronts and the public square where volunteers were setting up for the rally. It truly filled you with pride, to see a community so colorful and friendly all together.

“Well, hello darling.” You turned. Loki was dressed what looked like a black tank binder, a vest covered in patches, black shorts with fishnets and platform boots. Not to mention sharp black eyeliner, and green eye shadow that matched their dark green lipstick with golden glitter gloss. their hair was partially plated and flowers and beads were tied into the braids.

“Hello yourself, beautiful.”

“Oh this old thing?” Loki smirked.

“It’s very well made, lemme see.” Loki sat next to you so you could further examine their patches. Your favorite was a toss up between one that said “My super power is throwing dildos full of wasps,” and another that said “Going to Hel on a Full Scholarship.”

The two of you talked further until the rally kicked off. A beautiful drag queen in a fabulous pink shirt that matched her hair, and white overalls splattered in paint the colors of the lesbian flag. She read her speech from a clipboard, speaking about trans rights, the history of pride in Provincetown, and how important community and solidarity are in unprecedented times. Her words moved you to tears, and Loki wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer towards them.

Your heart was racing, being able to be so openly emotional,and Loki made you feel safe to do so. The rally continued as members of the local select board, representatives, and members of the community talked. You were especially inspired by a black woman who read a beautiful poem entitled Lesbians.

After the rally was the parade down through the center of town. You and Loki happily strolled along behind a an elderly gay couple wearing matching outfits that looked like the yellow brick road, with red ruby sneakers. They were pulling a speaker, some of the best queer anthems playing loud, even louder with you and Loki singing along.

The parade lead right into the bar where the after party was held. But just as you and Loki were getting close, thunder rung out from above, and a few drops quickly turned into a torrential downpour.

“Oh shit.” You yelled, hoping not to get too soaked as you held your bag over your head Suddenly, you were sheltered as an umbrella seemed to open magically above you. You weren’t even sure where Loki had pulled from. But you eagerly huddled close to them all the same. You looked up at Loki, who seemed to roll their eyes but smiled.

“What’s that look for?" You asked

“Nothing. I just have to thank someone later before I smack him in the head.” Loki said.

Thankfully, the rainstorm didn’t last long; but even with Loki’s umbrella you could feel that your shoes were soaked, and god only knows what your makeup looked like.

"I think I need to freshen up, so I’ll go back to my hotel room and meet you for dinner?”

“Sounds lovely, darling." They said, voice filled with romantic promise. "Until we meet again.” They pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and strolled off whistling 'Singing in the Rain.'

A nice cook shower helped refresh you from the chill of the rain, and you were happy you’d brought one more formal sundress. An emerald green with matching gold gladiator sandals.

Applying a few spritzes of perfume, you saw out the window that the sun was just starting to dip below the buildings; the remaining clouds appearing purple against an orange sky as the last of the afternoon storms gave way to a rainbow.

The restaurant was a seafood place overlooking the beach. Loki’s hair was hung loose; Black inky waves flowing free but they’d pushed it back on side with a clip of a jasmine gardenia. A white button up shirt, with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, black suit trousers and shoes helped present more masculine, but with a soft edge.

A friendly familiar greeting from Loki to the hostess resulted in the two of you on a rooftop deck, dining under the sky. Loki pulled your chair out for you, and offered their hand as soon as you both were seated.

"Thank you Loki. Not just for dinner, but for making my first time in P-Town so special."

“It has been my privilege and my pleasure, darling. It’s been wonderful to spend time with such a thoughtful kind soul. My coworkers can get a little…egotistical.”

“Oh really? And what exactly do you do for work?” You noted to yourself that this was the second time you asked. And again, Loki gave pause.

“Oh uh...” Loki's eyes cast downward. But regained their confidence quickly. “Well, I work in public service, as it were. But I’d rather hear more about your work. Teaching must certainly have its ups and downs."

“Oh absolutely.” You accepted the deflection for now, not wanting to push something they might not want to talk about.

The rest of the meal was a romantic, wonderful experience. But every time you tried to ask more about Loki’s personal life, they seemed to deflect. You'd asked them again about their life and instead they redirected back to you, though they did it rather sweetly.

"What would you do if you could do anything at all?" Without a moment's hesitation, you answered

"Open a bookstore café! With a small stage to host like poetry nights, small scenes, a fancy table to play Dungeons and Dragons. And sections specifically for queer and banned books right up front."

"It sounds wonderful. I’ve never played but I find the whole idea interesting. You Midgardians-" Loki paused, biting their lip

"Midgard… wait…you're from Asgard?" With some of the new citizens moving out of New Asgard, you'd had one or two Asgardian kids in your classes.

Loki looked at you curiously, their eyebrows ached. "Do you really not recognize me?"

You studied Loki's face. They weren't wearing makeup, but you still noticed their jaw line looked chiseled from ice. Forest green eyes that seemed to twinkle with golden flecks in the low light of the restaurant. You shook your head, worried you'd upset them.

Loki seemed to sigh, whether in relief of amusement you weren't sure

"I am Prince Loki of Asgard."

Suddenly it all clicked in your brain, your jaw dropping

"Oh..my god..i mean your highness? I mean,oh goodness…" you were suddenly flustered and Loki smiled

"Just Loki is fine from your lips, pet. Though you're simply adorable."

Taking a breath and gathering your thoughts, the first question out of your mouth was "What on are you doing in Provincetown?" Making both laugh

"How about we go for a walk on the beach and I'll explain everything?"

The sun was almost fully set over the horizon, reflecting off the beach to crate a picturesque moment between the two of you. Loki offered to carried your shoes as you walked along the now cooling sand; and you enjoyed wrapping your arms around theirs. Feeling safe and secure, not scared to be alone with them. You'd heard of Loki's vicious attack on New York, but you also had seen them working with the Avengers; helping take out Thanos and save the universe.

"Asgard is rather open; but there's something about Midgard queer culture that is so…fun." They smiled. "Plus, coming out here gives me a chance to hide in plain sight from my brother and his friends. They're not…so awful, I've even gone to New York pride with Barnes and Rogers. But Provincetown is so charming; so much art and culture, vibrant and full of life. Other Midgardians are so…boring.

"Yeah, Loki, they're straight." You teased. "I'm surprised you don't find me boring," you admitted.

"Perish the thought, darling. You're so creative and thoughtful. I'm going to have a talk with Stark. I'm sure there's a school in New York in need of a theater teacher. You'd fit right in."

Your heart swelled at the idea. A big city school, living near the Greenwich Village, art and culture on every corner? It was a dream come true…except…

"I can't, Loki. I have students who need me. I've got students trying to figure themselves out; they deserve to have someone like them in their corner. Someone has to teach them about ballroom culture." You teased.

"I understand completely. Do you think I could at least convince you to come visit me in New York?"

"Perhaps, it's a bit of a trip though."

Loki took your hands. "Do you trust me, darling?" They asked. And you nodded. "Yes, Loki." Leaning in close, Loki kissed you fully for the first time that weekend, their lips fitting against yours so perfectly.

They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close to their firm, strong chest. You closed your eyes as a warm gust of wind rushed around you. Opening your eyes and breaking the kiss, you saw you were standing in a lavish apartment that seemed to combine modern and what you assumed Asgardian culture. A real stone fireplace, but a decent sized TV; a plush looking velvet green couch and a dark wood coffee table that matched bookshleves lined with books of all sizes.

"Is this? Are we…?" You could hardly believe it. You knew Loki was a magic user but had no idea the extent of their powers.

"See for yourself, pet." Loki said, a smirk tugging at their lips as they gestured towards enormous floor to ceiling windows. Rushing over, you looked out and saw you were indeed overlooking New York City. You were in Stark Tower, in Loki's apartment.

"And you should see the bedroom…" Loki purred in your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping their arms around your waist.

"Would you care to show me?" You said back, biting your lip.

Guiding you down a hall lined with beautiful art, some that you weren't entirely sure were just copies of famous works, into a bedroom with a grand wooden four-post bed frame. Green sheets covered the surface, with gold trimming on the pillows and edges of the blanket.

"What beautiful craftsmanship." You breathed. Loki came up behind you, kissing your neck. "And helpful for…other things, if you're into that."

"I've been…curious. You admitted, feeling your face heating up. A few nips to your neck in between Loki's hot open mouth kisses had your knees shaking.

"I can take the lead." Loki offered. "Unless you're really curious about other things. I do have powerful transformation magic." The idea sent your mind reeling, and made your pussy even wetter, combined with feeling Loki's hard cock nudging against your ass.

"Perhaps…another time… Do we need a safe word?" You asked, breathily

"I'll go slow at first." Loki promised. "Let you see everything I do to you, and if you want me to stop at all, simply say frost."

"Yes…my prince." You breathed out, feeling their smile at the crook of your neck.

"I have to admit, hearing that from your lips does make me feel…" they let out a low groan "powerful…." Loki flicked their wrist and you felt the zipper on your dress slide down slowly as they pulled the straps down. Slowly, they let your dress fall, revealing A special lingerie set you'd purchased one of those silly Instagram ads; a black mesh bra and panty set with little rainbow embroidered all over.

"So adorable, my little pet." Turning you in their grip they kissed your deeply, their tongue running against yours, seeking access which you happily welcomed in. Even if your head was spinning a little bit

"Loki" you whispered, breaking the kiss. They let out a low noise to acknowledge you, continuing to kiss your cheek as their hands wandered up and down your frame.

"Is this...just for tonight?" You tried to keep your voice calm and level, not wanting to make more out of this than it might be. But Loki truly had you feeling SOMETHING special. Smiling gently, they pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I will take care of you, however you need, pet. You didn't have to offer your hand, but since I've kissed it, I am at your command."

"Now I know why they call you silver tongue." You teased

"There's another reason, darling. Allow me to show you."

Lifting you, something that you'd never expected possible with your rubenesque form, and plopping you down on the mattress, which you found was soft as a cloud, leaning back against what felt like silk blankets and spreading your legs wide. Loki twirled their finger and suddenly soft ropes slid onto the bed like snakes, twisting in intricate knots to tie your limbs to the individual posts. They flicked their wrist again and slow jazz filled the room.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Or I shall prolong your pleasure." Unbuttoning their shirt slowly, then undoing their pants before pulling them down; their cock bouncing free from silk boxers. You were no stranger to toys of all sizes; though you had to admit a busy teaching schedule didn't leave much time to date. But Loki's cock had you trying to clench your thighs, the ties holding them wide open. Stroking it a few times, Loki growled.

"Such a desperate little whore. A perfect toy for a prince." The degrading words only heightened your arousal. Loki knelt on the bed between your legs. Still stroking their cock, they leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, getting closer to your cunt. "Absolutely soaking wet for me. I'm honored."

Licking a long stripe up your slit, your hips pushing up into their face as much as you could against the bonds. A low toe curling moan left your lips and Loki purred in return.

"Yes little pet. Dance for me." Focusing their attention with their tongue and lips on your clit, two fingers from their other hand came up to finger you, sliding in and out slowly. And that chill in their touch seemed even stronger now.

"Is that, your magic?" You panted

"Oh yes, pet. You'll find I'm full of surprises. All of which will drown you in unending pleasure."

Pressing up into your g-spot had you crying out in pleasure; Feeling the pressure of an orgasm build.

"Not so fast pet, I want to feel my cock buried in your warm wet cunt as it clenches me while you cum." Pulling their fingers from you and bringing them to their own lips, they laved their tongue over them. Then they traced them along your stomach in some kind of design.

"This will keep you from getting pregnant until we can discuss that aspect further."

"You…you want kids?"

"Perhaps, but nothing that must be decided now. For now, I want to spend every moment exploring every contour of your soft, pliant form." The words made you whimper in pleasure. You loved your body, but it wasn't always what partners were looking for. Hearing Loki praise your curves, drove you wild. Especially with the bite of harshness. Somehow Loki seemed to push every button you didn't know you had

Leaning over you fully, bringing their hands to fondle your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples which pebbled instantly at their cool touch. Kissing you again, your longed to wrap your arms around them, dragging your nails down their back. The restraint though was even hotter though. Feeling Loki's strong body on top of yours.

Rubbing their cock up and down your slit, they looked deep into your eyes. "Tell me you want this, my pet. Tell me you want to be claimed by me."

"Yes, Loki. My prince, please. I want your cock deep inside me." You pleaded. Worried your pillow talk sound like some lame porno, you closed your eyes. Suddenly Loki's thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, bringing their face so close to yours that you could feel their words on your lips.

"I Said. Eyes. On. Me." Their lips thundered down on yours, kissing you deeply as they thrust their hips forward. Moving their cock in and out of you, breaking the kiss as you gasped out in pleasure, your toes curling and you pressed your body up against theirs.

"Fuck, pet. Your tight quim was made for my cock. I've been thinking about doing this since I met you in that club. Thought of fucking you against the wall in that alley."

"Loki, fuck… You feel so good. More, please!" You begged moaned. One of Loki's hands moved between your legs, circling your clit and alternating speeds. "Fuck Loki..right there…"

"Trust me darling, I know just the right spots to touch and love. Advantage of having a very fluid partner." Loki's face shifted just a bit appearing more feminine before shifting back. The thought of fulfilling your fantasies only drove your pleasure further. Every moment of Loki's touch pushed you further to climax.

"Loki I'm..I'm gonna…"

"Me too, pet. Can I come inside you?"

"Please please please!" You panted, the idea sounding so hot to you. In a moment, your hips bucked up, your pussy clenching Loki's cock. They gave one final hard thrust and you felt them cumming in you, the warmth spreading and mixing with your own fluids. Loki fucked you through both your orgasms, grunting and groaning.

Finally, your brain started to come back down to your body. Loki's thrusts slowed and they lay on top of you. Their body on top of yours made you feel so safe and secure. Especially since your mind was spinning from all the excitement you were feeling. An amazing weekend topped off with fantastic sex with THE god of mischief. The realization started to make you laugh at how insane it all seemed.

Loki rested their head between your breasts, smiling. "What's so funny, pet?"

"I just had sex with the god of mischief. Whom I met in Provincetown, during pride month. It's just a little wild don't you think?"

"It is, but I think it's also a bit…" they placed quick kiss to your lips "Mischievous." Both of you laughed again before Loki waved their hand and the restraints fell off your arms. You brought them to wrap around Loki as they positioned you to lay on your sides.

"I told you darling. I was rather impressed by your knowledge. I had to meet the delightful little spark I saw on staging voguing to 'Born this Way' You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up.

Part of the show had involved a dance competition with the drag queen. You hadn't danced on stage since high school, but you thought of how you encouraged your students and felt the confidence to dance. Knowing Loki was in the audience, it made you feel seen, in a way you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.

"Thank you, my prince." You pressed a kiss to their cheek. "You've made this a perfect weekend." Suddenly a thought hit you.

"Shit, all my stuff is at the hotel. And check out is in the morning." Loki once again waved their hand and all your stuff appeared in a neat pile in the corner.

"Feel like spending the summer in New York, darling? The pride festival is one of hell of a time."

You reached your car pressing the unlock button several times throwing your work bag in the backseat. The car door boomed as it was slammed shut. Gripping the steering wheel you screamed.

"I HATEEEE IT HERE!!!!" Work was beyond frustrating today and you hit your boiling point by the time 4pm rolled around. You loved your job it was fun. But the people were terrible and made it unbearable on their worst days. You took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down before you went home to Clark. Once you calmed down you pushed your car's start button and started to drive home.

Even the drive home was painstakingly slow, no one in this city could drive worth a DAMN. Your shoulders hunched, knuckles gripping the steering. Mind well past annoyance you were pissed.

You growled as you stood still in traffic for yet another light. This was the longest commute ever. You could feel the frustrated energy escape your mouth as a deep annoyed growl.

Clark turned his head towards traffic and honed his hearing to you. He heard that growl the hair on his arms stood on end. You were mad as a bull. Usually he would run you a hot bath, snuggle you and lay out your favorite dinner to rid of these bad days when you hated your job.

But he had a different idea. He knew your commute home routine down to the second so he got to work. To hopefully make you feel better.

Forty-five painstakingly minutes later you pulled into your apartment buildings parking garage. The concrete numbers gave you relief you were far away from your stupid job with your stupid boss and stupid coworkers. But you were still keyed up with energy that felt like a cinder block.

You grabbed your bag locked your keys and headed to the elevator and pushed the button to yours and Clark's floor.

The bell to the elevator dinged, Clark paused what he was doing as he put the last ice cube in your drink glass.

The front door opened and there was his girl. Your shoulders were up, you had a tired angry look on your face. Despite your tired features you still smiled at Clark as you took off your shoes and set your bag down. You let your hair out of the ponytail you wrangled it into.

"Hi baby."

Clark greeted you walking over with the glass in hand and pecked your lips. You smiled into his kiss. Clark could make any bad day instantly better especially with his mouth.

You smiled at him. And took the drink from his hand taking a sip. You hummed at how smoothe the dark liquid was. It was your favorite.

You gazed at Clark he was so handsome as he smiled back at you biting his lip. You clocked it immediately. He had a question that he was obviously nervous about.

"Your thinking too hard about something Clarky, what's up?" You asked.

"Um, well...I heard you growl from 3 miles away, and scream in the car before you left your job." He told.

"Shit." You spoke.

"It's not a bad thing baby i promise...But i had an idea that might help you feel better if your up for it." Clark told coming closer to you.

You cocked your head in his direction showing you were listening.

"If you wanna let off some steam do it to me...I can take it." Clark offered.

Your mouth dropped open.

"I'm serious baby, punch me, pinch me, scratch me...I can take it all."

Clark knelt down on his knees and looked up at you with the most puppy dog look in those blue eyes of his.

You took another sip of your drink setting it on the table and ran your hands down through Clark's curls. You watched his eyes close softly. You smiled smugly. You'd enjoy this.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me?" You commanded.

"Yes ma'am I'll be a good boy for you. " Clark let out a slow breath.

"Good, go strip and I'll meet you on our bed." Clark stood up kissed your cheek and obeyed.

When you entered your bedroom you felt Clarks' eyes follow you as you walked around your room. You grabbed some comfy clothes out of the dresser and something else that you had in the far back of the dresser. You only used it a few times and every time was amazing. You smiled sweetly at Clark as you went into the bathroom to change.

You came out holding the straps in your hand. Clark shivered. He looked at them then to you.

"We both know you can rip right though these, but your not going to this time. Understand?"

Clark nodded.

"I need words Clark"

"I won't rip the rope ma'am, I promise." Clark told.

"Good boy, back up all the way to the headboard." You instructed.

Clark obeyed. His eyes watched you as you tied each of his limbs to the bedposts.

"Is this too tight?" You asked.

"No, its comfortable ma'am."

"good." You smiled as you took Clark's position on your shared bed right now. Body sprawled out tied like a starfish his head rested on the pillows as he stared at you. In one of his old shirts with your boxers peaking just from under the hem.

He groaned as you ran your nails down his leg as hard as you could. You smiled. Climbing on top of Clark you kissed him roughly while straddling him. He moaned into your mouth while you bit his tongue softly. He groaned deeply at that one.

You broke the kiss and moved to his chest licking his perfect sculpted biceps then you bit him Clark shivered and whined as you did so. You were enjoying this Clark was at your mercy and he couldn't touch you for anything but his noises were melting your anger away with every bite and scratch you left on his skin.

"Harder, please." Clark whined.

You lifted your hand and slapped him as hard as you could. Clark moaned and his cock shook. You felt a warm sensation wash over you. That was hot

"You like that?" You cooed at him getting in his face.

"yes...I like that." Clark moaned.

You hit Clark more and he moaned after each slap it turned you on. You stopped after a while as you sat on his waist. You felt how hard his cock was against you. Clark's face was red as he panted and his chest was too where you just slapped him. He looked so pathetically cute smiling back at you.

Clark watched you slip off your shirt and bra all in one. As you shook them in his face. He smiled dopily opening his mouth while you lowered your nipples down to this mouth. You moaned as he sucked and flicked his tongue over your nipple. Then he went to the other one. He nibbled on your nipples a bit.

"Good Boi..." You praised.

Clark kept going then he went to the other one. And repeated.

Your hands tangled in his dark curls as he enjoyed your breasts. You pulled them away from him Clark pouted at the disconnect. You shook your finger in his face.

"Don't pout, baby." You cooed. Standing up looking down at Clark.

He looked at you confused before he saw what you were doing and he smiled, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. As you took a seat on his face.

Wet sloppy sounds and moans from you were all that was in the room. Clark lapped at your clit dragging his tongue through your folds, to your hole and back. He bucked his hips up while he ate you out.

"mmm feels good Clark." You mewled.

Your nails scratched at his arms again as he sucked hard. Then you felt a cool breeze down there and you moaned in relief and tried not to giggle. Clark knew you got hot during sex and cooled you down with his wind breath. There were extra props dating Superman and him using his powers for your pleasure was one of them, not that you ever complained about it.

Clark heard your pussy clenching in his ears he knew you were close so he gave it his all getting you there. He was leaking pre cum by now and would probably have to change the sheets after this but he didn't care.

"I-I'm gonna..." You moaned loudly as you came, and Clark drank it down in two swallows. You dragged your nails down his arms as you came.

You climbed off of Clark to grab a water bottle you took a sip and gave Clark the straw so he could have some as well.

You continued your scratching and licking all over Clark's body. As he moaned and did everything you asked of him. He was being such a good boy for you. Your frustrations from the day melting away with every lick and bite. This might be your new favorite activity to let off some steam with Clark.

Every time Clark moans when something feels good you smirk evilly like you know what your doing to him.

oh you knew as soon as you started this and he didn't mind one bit. He'd take the strap burns around his limbs, the scratches, and bites on his chest, biceps, and arms as a reward for making you feel good. He could take it, he could take you letting off some steam. He was superman after all.

After the many bites all over Clark's chest you were satisfied enough. You were both wet enough to continue into the final lap of this.

You took your favorite seat squatting down onto his cock moaning out as you went. Clark's eyes could have rolled into the back of his skull with how good you felt around him. You held on to his chest as you slid up and slid back down getting into a nice rhythm. Clark bucked up helping you.

"Clark!" You screamed. He smiled stupidly again. He was long gone at least a few hours ago.

You rolled your hips faster on Clark. He felt so good, so big, he was so deep every time you went down. You mewled. You both breathed heavily into each others faces as the pace got quicker, faster and defiantly harder.

Clark clenched his fists he promised not to break another pair of ropes but you felt so good around him with every thrust. He heard your heartbeat rapidly and he groaned deeply. The sound made his hips shutter and shake uncontrollably. Then he felt your teeth again on his bicep and he moaned so loud as he came, as you did too.

When you both settled down from your climaxes you untied the ropes. And threw Clark a towel and a pair of boxers. You looked over his body at the many marks you left on him.

"I think i broke a record." You told Clark.

"I think you did too. I counted 50." Clark told turning his arms over. They were starting to heal already.

"So, do you feel better?" Clark asked.

You nodded.

"Yeah, much better. I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

Stalker!Dex who tilted his head when you comforted the woman and didn’t expect anything in return. It wasn’t performative. You even smiled when you told her everyone deserved a bit of kindness and to pay it forward to someone else.

Stalker!Dex who spent a good portion of his life seeing the worst in people. Lies, manipulation, violence, selfiness. Always a catch for helping others. But seemingly not you.

Stalker!Dex who felt his heart stop when you turned to leave and smiled right at him. It almost blinded him because no one smiled at him like that.

Stalker!Dex who breathed in a bit too deeply when you walked by him, the gentle scent of your perfume filling his nostrils. It unsettled him how much he liked it.

Stalker!Dex who didn’t mean to follow you out of the coffee shop, but he did. He had to make sure you got to wherever you were going safely. That was all.

Stalker!Dex who maintained a safe distance so you wouldn’t catch on. He almost smiled when he caught the small bounce in your step, like the darkness of the city didn’t taint you. It was… fascinating.

Stalker!Dex who stopped when you did, watching as you took a snack from your purse and handed it to a homeless man. Once again, it wasn’t for show. You were just being kind.

Stalker!Dex who lingered when you crouched down and whispered to a stray cat like it was an old friend. He didn’t understand how someone could be so gentle to a creature that hissed at everyone else that walked by.

Stalker!Dex who felt something twist in his chest when you laughed at the cat’s grumpy meow before it brushed against your hand. It sounded so bright. He wanted to hear it again.

Stalker!Dex who kept following you to make sure no one with bad intentions got too close to you. He didn’t have bad intentions. He was a good guy.

Stalker!Dex who stared hard at the building you walked toward, already scoping out the flaws in the design. It was safe but not safe enough. Anyone could get in and that wasn’t good.

Stalker!Dex who watched you hold the door patiently for an elderly man, letting him take his time. You even offered an arm like it wasn’t a big deal in case he needed it.

Stalker!Dex who let out a breath when you went inside safely, his heart racing unexpectedly. He didn’t like that you were out of his sight. Not at all.

Stalker!Dex who didn’t fully understand. He didn’t know you, but he could tell you were soft. Trusting. Good. The kind of person the world liked to chew up and spit out.

Stalker!Dex who decided then and there he should keep an eye on you. Learn your routine if you had one. For your safety, of course. Nothing more.

Stalker!Dex who was lying to himself because you were already under his skin. You just didn’t know it yet.

What do we think, lovelies? What do we want to see? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Fresh out of Hogwarts, you and Regulus had both scored apprenticeships at the same company; Regulus one in magical research with yourself one in the potions department. It continued the parallel lines that you and Regulus lived on. Always proximal, with class schedules that danced around each other, friend groups that almost never intermingled despite the few friends you had in his house. Too close to say you only knew of him, but acquaintances still had felt like a stretch.

That never quite explained why his eyes often fell on you. Nor that fact that your eyes had been on him first to notice. Nor when things were crazy and the whole world felt like it was turning upside down, you accidentally stumbled upon his insane plan of heroics and managed to drag him from a lake of inferi before they could take him under its murky surface.

Nor what adrenaline had led to directly after…

What Regulus was referring to now was the truth or dare question he’d gotten before the childish game had been interrupted because even though they’re apprenticeship was officially over, Wizard’s Resources would have a field day over the inappropriateness of the drunken question.

Who’s got yer virginity, Reggie, hm? Who was yer first?

Your eyes widened. That… how? That didn’t even seem possible. Let the Slytherin girls’ dorm tell it, Regulus had been adding notches to his bedpost since sixth year.

So when you’d shared that frenzied night under the stars near the cave Regulus almost fucking drowned in, you’d thought you were bringing up the rear in a list.

“There’s… no way. At Hogwarts—.”

He sighed. “Girls liked to hint at being experienced but claim innocence at the same time. Especially Slytherin girls. Pure- and halfbloods with parents that wanted an in. But I wasn’t stupid enough to accidentally compromise any of them. Some mutual masturbation still gave them enough to hint and gossip about and I got my relief and left alone otherwise.”

You pondered how much firewhiskey he’d had to be offering this information up to you freely. The morning after that, you both had been every bit the awkward teenagers you were and gone back to your separate lives, preparing for your exit exams in the midst of increasing war upheaval. Still, this was news that knocked you off-kilter.

“So you were just serial rounding first base with those girls?”

“First base?”

“Nevermind. That’s crazy. So when you were running high on your near-death-experience—.”

“When I was rescued by the only witch I was ever genuinely interested in and reckoned with the fact that I had almost died without talking to her? Without touching her? I absolutely threw myself at you, yes. No hesitation.”

You breathed a laugh, astonished. Then, you took in your current situation, your current surroundings and wondered aloud. “And you bring this up now, after offering to see me home from the bar knowing that Monday morning we won’t be clocking into the same office building…?”

Regulus’ grey eyes slid to you walking beside him down the streets of Diagon Alley. “Angling for a repeat? I can’t say no to that, though I certainly hope I can last longer. Finally getting to know you would be nicer, though.” He shrugged. “But beggars can’t be choosers; if you want me to prove my improved endurance first, I’d be happy to oblige. I’m simply tired of running parallel to you. What would you say to… properly intersecting more often?”

The sounds of the city bustled around you while you were on your nightly jog. Deciding to take a jog after a late night writing session. The stress of your latest album was starting to hit and running helped you think so you grabbed the key, your sneakers, silk lined beanie, scrunchie and mace for safety and started to jog down the street with no particular destination in sight.

The summer air was cool defiantly better than the humidity of the day. It was hot but not too hot. your feet hit the pavement evenly and pace was set once you got 3 miles in to your run. On the next turn around the corner you heard something.

A soft guitar playing against the distant traffic, feet carried you towards the melody. And soon you were stopped a few feet away from the soulful crowning and playing. You swayed to the music softly as the person played. It reminded you of the times when you were little sitting at the piano with your grandmother listening to her sing while she played, with you next to her.

It made you smile in. You turned to run away and collided with someone.

"Oh, Sorry!" You exclaimed. Expecting to fall on the ground but didn't seems the stranger you ran into held on to your shoulders so you didn't fall.

"No worries. Are you ok?" Jack said.

"I'm fine." Then you look at him and did a double take. You knew that face he looked much older now but still had the same confident charm.

"Jack?" You spoke.

"How do you?" Jack looked at you suspiciously brow furrowing, then he cocked his head and his eyes went big.

"y/n?!" He gasped.

"yeah! Jack it's good to see you!" Jack opened his arms and hugged you, he hadn't seen you in what seems like a lifetime.

"What are you doing here?" You pondered.

"I could ask you the same since when do you take walks in the dead of night?"

"I jog to help me think; I'm in a bit of a writers block right now, so---" You explained.

Jack nodded.

"What are you doing out here?" You furrowed your brows in confusion.

Jack took out of his pocket his hospital badge and tilted his head to the hospital across the street.

"I'm a Dr now."

"Nice, seems we help people in different ways now huh?" You told walking in step with Jack.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

There was a beat of silence between you and Jack for a moment.

So many things you wanted to ask and to say to him. He was your first everything when you were younger. even your first breakup when he went into the army decades ago. Those were good times. You didn't think you'd see him again, that's for sure.

Before you could say anything a siren wailed in the background Jack said his goodbyes and you watched him walk over as the ambulance pulled into the hospital.

You stood there staring off into space for a bit before you got hit with inspiration again. You jogged home with a pep in your step to get to your piano.

Jack immediately gets caught up in the busy chaos of the Pitt. When he finally gets a moment to rest and eat a granola bar. He sees Ellis dancing like no one is watching with her earphones in the break room he gets up and walks in on her as she spins.

"Oh, Hey Abbot."

"What are you listening too?" Jack askes her. Ellis disconnects her headphones and hands Jack her phone.

"The best singer ever!! She's been killing it. I can't wait for her new album to come out!" Jack's eyes almost bugged out of his head yet again.

"B.G.M?" He puzzled.

"Blck Girl Magic, gramps!" Jack shoots Ellis one of his glares.

"Sorry, she's been famous for a while how do you not know?"

Jack was shocked the woman singing in the video was you. You looked in your element singing to the camera as it circled you. Jack felt his heart start to race. How long had it been? a long ass time. He remembers when you two were young sitting on a cinder block wall in your neighborhood watching the sunset over the houses. As you told each other your hopes, dreams, and your fears.

"I wanna be a Doctor, help people on their worst days."

"I wanna be a musician, music can help people too."

He remembered the smile on your face that day–it was the same one you had when he bumped into you earlier in the night. Jack dropped his phone on the ground. He went to pick it up and excused himself from Eillis who went back to listening to your music.

You were jogging to the park across the street from PTMC every night to hear the street musician. The music spoke to you so you brought the notebook you wrote songs in this time to write what you felt as you heard it.

"Back again." Jack spoke as he sat next to you on the bench.

You smiled at the sound of his voice.

"The music called." You told gesturing to the air.

Jack looked at you puzzled. "How?"

You put your pen down and took a deep breath.

"This is going to sound silly but humor me for a moment Jack." you told.

"I'm listening." He said turning his head towards you.

"Close your eyes and listen."

Jack does as he was told. He listens then his face turns into a puzzled one. Then he opens his eyes.

"You got me what am i supposed to be listening for?" he asks.

"Your supposed to feel the music and it tells you everything." You mused Jack still looked at you confused. So you explained.

"That man played this same tune everyday. It sounds like reminiscing on a past he used to live. Another person joined him earlier that same day and they played together. It was a beautiful song like they were lifelong friends picking up where they left off." You mused about what you've heard from just sitting and listening to the wandering instrument music.

Jack stared at you a while. Before closing his eyes again to listen with effort. You were watching his face he was concentrating, starting to smirk.

You bit your lips; shook your head. You did not think those feelings for him would ever come back but you could feel the butterflies in your stomach again. Your face crinkled and you could feel the heat wash over you.

"I hear--" Jack starts to say then he hears the siren.

"Saved by the bell." you say writing something down in your notebook.

Jack chuckled, getting up and running over through the doors of the ER.

"Goodnight, Abbot!"

Jack held up a hand towards his coworkers who were behind him, put on his sunglasses as he got out his keys, walking towards employee parking. Then he heard the smoothe tones of a saxophone from the park as he reached his car. He paused to listen like you told him. To really listen he smiled to himself as he thought of you.

When the sax stopped playing he got in his truck and drove home.

Jack downloaded one of the music apps his med students had been talking about forever and listened to all of your albums, singles, and any music you had over the past few decades.

Your voice made him smile, some songs made him think, some songs made him cry, some songs made him blush like a tomato and he had to take a cold shower after. He even danced to some really catchy ones good thing he had blackout curtains cause he was not a good dancer.

Jack looked for you routinely on the bench in the park across from PTMC. You sat in silence listening to the music together or chatting way about your lives now. Jack told he knew you were a famous musician and he was proud of you. You beamed at him and that smile made his heart skip a beat.

"Which ones did you like?" You asked.

"I liked it all, I may have binged your entire discography in the past 48 hours." Jack told with confidence.

"Wow...Thanks." your face opened up into a smile that you couldn't hide no matter how much you tried with your hands.

"I wasn't kidding when I said i'm an old boring man." Jack told tapping your shoulder.

"You have never been boring Jack Samuel Abbot." You laughed.

Jack shook his head in disbelief. Then changed the subject back to you.

"How's the writers block?" He questioned.

"I've found a new inspiration and I've managed to finish my album. Would you like to listen to it before I send it to be made?" You looked at Jack nervously.

"I'd be honored, sure." He nodded.

You exchanged numbers; and stared at each other for a little while. You wanted to kiss him but didn't want things to be awkward maybe he didn't feel the same after all these years. Wait did he just look at your lips?

Jack scooted closer to you putting his arm on the back of the bench. You smiled softly leaning in towards him. He met you in the middle. Just before your lips locked a siren wailed in the distance coming closer and closer.

You heard Jack groan in annoyance. You grabbed his face before he pulled away and kissed him yourself while you still have the guts. He tensed up then wrapped his hands around your shoulders. And kissed you back feverishly. You then pushed on his chest breaking free. Breathing heavily.

"Oh My..." You gasped.

"God..." Jack finished.

"ABBOT!" You heard from the ambulance bay. You both jumped apart instantly.

"Go! Text me later." You urged him.

It was months later & you were playing a music festival in Pittsburgh, you were running late to stage scarfing down whatever you grabbed on the snack table. You’d eat after you got off stage. You did the chant with your band and waited in the backstage area for the countdown. You looked out towards the crowd searching for silver hair you found Jack on the far left end clutching a beer in his hand. You smiled and felt tingly. Spon the music revved up and you went on stage.

‘HEY!!!!!” You screamed into the mic.

“Let’s party!” You shouted and started to sing. Jack bobbed his head along to the beat.

You started to feel woozy after the first song. You heard your bassist asking if you were ok in your inner ears then you fainted on stage in front of thousands of people. The crowd scrambled around wondering what was happening.

“MEDIC!” Someone shouted.

Jack yelled at one of the security guards that he was a Dr and could get there faster than the EMTs could. They helped him over the barricade and he climbed up the stage barricade towards you. Security got out of his way he was not messing around.

He checked your vitals, then and there while fans took out their phones and recorded what was going on. You were breaking out in hives currently. Your band had come over.

“What did she eat last?” Jack asked to the band.

“Uh, i saw her munching on a granola bar…”

“Did it have peanuts in it?” Jack asked.

“OH SHIT!” Your drummer shouted.

Jack rummaged through the bag an EMT brought and found an epi pen took off the cap and immediately punched it into your thigh.

“We gotta get her to the hospital now what are we near?”

“PTMC.” A medic told.

“I’ll go with her I’m a Dr there.” Jack states.

Jack rode with you in the ambulance all the way to the Pitt. While your band cancelled the show cause of the medical emergency.

When the ambulance doors opened Robby looked at Jack confused, then to the gurney.

“Female, black, 35, anaphylaxis, severe allergy to peanuts, EpiPen administered by me 10 minutes ago.” Jack told hopping out of the ambulance.

“Is that?” Robby began to ask.

“Yes it is.” Jack cut him off as you went through the ER department doors.

“Keep the press away from these doors, I know they will come swarming this place.” Jack tells before going off to help you.

"The press what for?!" Dana asked.

Ahmad came out of the security room mouth hanging open.

"Is that B.G.M?! She's a famous singer! wait....how the fuck you know her Abbot?"

Jack didn't answer any of the questions and ignored all the stares that were on him right now, he had to help you through this. You had been allergic to peanuts for as long as he could remember.

You used to come over to his house and eat cereal together when you both were young on his porch. Back then it was a bowl of Kix and your throat closed up as if someone chocking you from the inside. You cried your eyes out. Jack was so scared he stole the keys to his dad's truck and probably did 100 miles an hour to the nearest hospital to get you help. He made it and your guardians thanked him profusely. His Dad was furious but he saved his best friend that day & that's all that mattered.

A few hours later you heard the sound of beeping machines and felt a hand holding yours thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

“ y/n…Whenever you wake up I need to tell you some things…its about you, me, and us if you want there to be an us even after all these years...I've lived through some things hard things. But even I've learned that things can get better.” Jack whispered.

”Feels like this love we had was six feet under but I’ve been thinking what if it wasn’t?” Jack disclosed.

You grinned. Opening your eyes slowly. Jack smiled at you softly.

“I’d like that, yes.” Jack leaned down to kiss your lips.

You placed your hands on his face pulling him in. Lips softly moving across each other's. Leaning back you broke the kiss.

“Finally not a siren in sight to interrupt us.”

“Yeah, finally.”

You groaned softly sitting up.

"What happened?" You asked voice raspy.

Jack handed you a cup of water.

"Peanuts." Jack told.

You sighed in defeat.

"I thought it didn't have any, guess I can't touch those anymore."

"It's ok, you're going to be ok."

Even more Months Later….

“B.G.M is here with us in the morning talking about her 7th new album its number 1 right now for the 10th week in a row. I personally say this is her best one yet, period. She has been killing it at awards season as well finally getting the flowers she deserves!! So without further adue..B.G.M what’s up gurl?!”

“Hi! Thanks for having me!”

“You look good and I'm not bullshitting you what’s got you beaming, gurl?”

“The flowers I got this morning with a card from my man…” you beamed at the DJ.

You heard the oooo sound effect in your headphones.

“AWWWW that’s so cute, has he been with you to any of the awards shows cause we haven’t seen you with anyone at all.”

“No, he hasn’t he works night shift at a hospital so he doesn't find out till the morning after. So it was a nice surprise this morning.”

“Aww. Did you want to shout him out in case he’s listening?”

“Hi, baby thanks for the flowers and I’ll see you tonight. Get some rest.”

Jack smiled. He was glad you found each other again.

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You took a deep sigh as you turned the key to your house. Plooping the keyes in the bowl next to the "Check your pockets" sign. Taking off your coat and shoes the first of few clothes you were relieved to get rid of. Your wrists hurt, shoulders drooped and muscles ached. Today was toddler screaming nonstop for 8 hours fucking hard. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and get into bed thank the gods you had the next two days off cuase it would take at least thoes to recover from the shift from hell.

As you were pulling off your undergarments and putting up your hair into a shower cap you heard the front door open again. Jack was home you smiled maybe you could convince him for cuddles after your shower.

"Baby?" Jack called out as he shut the door.

"Bathroom, Jackie." You responded.

Jack dropped his backpack and walked up the stairs to the bathroom. He looked at you softly and could tell today wasnt the greatest.

"On a scale of one to ten how bad was today?" Jack asked.

You sighed deeply and made the bubble sound with your lips like a kid does.

"I hear ya loud and clear." Jack says stepping up to you and kissing your lips softly.

"I'll lotion your back when you get out." Jack whispers.

You smiled against his chest.

"Add a body massage and im set."

Jack smiled back. "Sure."

You went to slip into the shower as Jack shut the door to the bathroom.

The stress of the day rolling down his skin. He was happy he had tomorrow off. He planed to spend it with you as much as possible.

He went to the bathroom of the first floor to take a shower himself and get out of his prosthetic leg.

He turned the water to his preferred temperature which was the exact opposite of yours; he had no idea how you bathed in hot ass water. He stripped down his clothes putting them in the hamper. He took off his leg sat it next to the railing and sat on the chair in the shower. Jack took a deep sigh as he held on to the rail in the shower as the water cascaded down his body.

Once you and jack were both showered and clean, He came upstairs and you brushed your teeth side by side. You made funny faces in the mirror while you did as usual and Jack tried not to smile while brushing it worked sometimes but you found things silly even in the mundane of life. One of the many reasons Jack loved you so much.

When you were finished you picked up a jar of lotion on your dresser and handed it to Jack. He opened the lid and began to rub it into your skin, he was watching it dissolve into your beautiful brown skin. This was his favorite part of your nightly routine. Feeling the softness of your skin under his fingertips. Every scar new or old, every curve of your maturing skin told the story of you and he loved it.

When he was finished with your front you rolled over to your back and he continued and added the massaging to the mix you hummed in relief.

"Thanks for the compliment." Jack responded.

After moisturizing your entire body Jack goes to wash his hands and comes back to cuddle up close to you. After a while his hands start to wander.

Jack massages his hands over your belly, hips and thighs while breathing in the smell of your soap and lotion. It smelled like lavender and vanilla. His hands wandred to your boobs as his fingers played with your nipples. He hummed a soft tune while he did this several more times. Just slowly caressing your body and touching you.

You rolled over on your back looking back at him as he took a nipple in his hand again. You reached up gliding your hands through his hair. He hummed deeply. You reached for his hand and placed it between your legs. He looked at you.

"You wanna? I know your tired." Jack whispered.

"Turned on and tired is one of my favorites, which one will win?" You told biting your lip.

Jack chuckled softly. Taking your brown nipple into his mouth and sucking softly, While his other hand toyed with your clit. He heard you moan softly letting him know you were enjoying what he was doing. You felt the ridges in his tongue brush against your nipples.

Jack groaned softly as his fingers circled your clit slowly. While also playing with your nipples. He felt his skin get tingly he shivered a bit. You moved on to your side so he could reach the other nipple he latched on and continued toying with it. One of his hands moved to your leg and placed it on top of leg. Moved his hand up and down dragging his fingers across your soft skin. Jack groaned louder.

"Beautiful."

Jack mumbled against your chest. You grinned softly. Touching the bottom of his chin and nudging his head up. His lips locked with yours gently. His pale skin against your brown skin you were wrapped together as you made out. Your pussy throbbed you had gained a little bit of energy from your foreplay. Which meant sleeping didn't win this time.

You and Jack separated foreheads against the other you were catching your breath from Jack kissing you well almost breathless. How did he manage this after 12 hours in the ED you'd never know but you never complained either.

Jack's eyes were studying your face while his hands rubbed against your back.

"Tired or no?" Jack asked softly. You simply smiled and shook your head no.

Jack grinned. "Well how do you want me, baby?"

"on top." You disclosed.

Jack nodded. He kissed you again then you watched him kiss down your body leaving goosebumps on your skin. When he got to your legs he caressed them slowly. He split them apart slowly while watching you.

Your eyes didn't leave each other as he knelt down to your pussy. He kissed your clit softly. He groaned while he did it. His tounge licked your lips gingerly. You moaned softly. Jack continued licking your clit, circling your hole and basically tounge fucking you. While you two shared your noises of pleasure back and forth being the only noises in your shared bedroom.

Jack was hard by now and he felt the heat rise to the surface of his skin. He'd have to be in you soon but he was also fighting the same sleepy/horny feeling you were. He was tired but determined that you both got some good ass sleep tonight. And sleeping after sex was the ultimate knockout to a good nights rest in his opinion.

Jack rose from your pussy with your cum on his face. Your mouth dropped as you watched him lick it up from around his mouth. Your eyes wend wide at this but you moaned at the same time.

"Get in me right now." You told him.

Jack grinned grabbing the lube and spitting in his hand mixing the two as he rubbed it on his cock. You both moaned as Jack inched inside of you. His cock felt better on the inside. He kissed you slipping his tongue into your mouth sucking on your tongue softly. Your hands squeezed his lower back.

Jack began to rock slowly at a massaging pace. You felt every drag of his cock as he did. He broke your kiss to moan out loud.

"gngggg---you--feel so good, babygirl." Jack told.

You nodded your head. Enjoying your man on top of you. You felt the buildup in your stomach with every slow thrust of Jack. It would be a while before you were even close at this pace but you didn't mind. Yeah Jack could defiantly blow your back out and go faster and you enjoyed those times. But something about the tender loving care of making love slow warmed your soul. You'd been with jack about a year and a half now and you learned a ton about the man.

You had your own life experiences as a woman in her mid 30s love, heartbreak, loss, and trauma and healing all rolled into one. You were learning every day about how to be a better you and take care of yourself better mentally and physically and it was a loving healing journey for yourself.

Somewhere along the way you met Jack by all your accidents to the ER because of your archer hobby. So you nicked yourself with an arrow a couple of times opps. But the last time you went you were actually hit with an arrow in your shoulder. And you told Jack "we might as well be dating Doc if we keep seeing each other like this." And to your surprise he said "sure, why not?" And the rest was history.

Jack groaned with every thrust he could feel his climax approaching. He could hear the sticky sounds you two were making in-between your connected bodies. It was music to his ears. Your walls were squeezing him so fucking good. It all felt so good.

"MMfff--Jack---mmm close." You told.

"Same--babygirl--cum--with" Jack moaned out.

You both came together in a series of moans and groans.

"So fucking good." You mumbled.

Jack stayed inside till you both calmed down from your shared climaxes. Then he pulled out making a tiny pop. You yawned. Jack smiled looking at you. He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm.

"Goonight, babygirl. I'll be here when you wake up."

You heaved the last of the trash to the dumpster, letting out a exasperating sigh. You threw out your gloves and zipped up your coat continuing your closing duties. When you finished you turned around to lock the door and walked towards your usual bus stop.

You messaged Clark told him you were on your way home. A man walked past you smoking his cigar that had an awful amount of smoke around him. You covered your mouth so you didn't breathe too much of it in….or so you thought.

You got dizzy from the stench, started to cough and then you passed out. The stranger put out his pipe. Pulled out his phone and started to call someone. Soon a van pulled up and the stranger and a few others carried you into the van and drove away.

Few hours later….

You started to stir, your vision was blurry. You tried to move your hands but you couldn't for some reason. You tried the same for your feet but that didn't help either. Your heart rate picked up and you started panic.

Where were you? What happened? & Why can't you move?

No one else was in the room besides a man on the other side. He was bald like an egg and dressed professionally. He turned around with a mug in his hand.

"Your finally awake." He told calmly.

Your eyes darted around the room. You could see Metropolis through the tall glass windows in all its glory, the sun had just went down and the city twinkled with lights. It would have been pretty if you weren't being held captive right now.

The man walked towards you slowly he looked familiar somehow. Your brow furrowed and you looked around trying to piece together who it was. Your eyes landed on his mug LexCorp. You felt an instant shock of panic.

"You're…Lex Luthor, your on every screen in the city besides Superman."

Lex's eye twitched at your last words. But you didn't see it.

"I am and you are….Clark Kent's girlfriend."

"What does Clark have to do with you kidnapping me?" You asked. Trying to move against the restraints but failing miserably.

Lex moved even closer still sipping his tea.

"It's easy…Clark Kent is the reporter that interviews Superman all the time. Maybe their even friends outside of work."

"And if they are I can you use as a trap, what will Clark do when you don't return home? Call Superman perhaps? I'm betting on it." Lex smiled evilly.

A chill ran down your spine. Lex finished his coffee and walked towards the door. Leaving you alone.

Clark told you about LuthorCorp once when he did an article with Lois. He was a suspicious rich guy that had it out for Superman like an obsession with trying to kill him. He had never succeeded.

Luthor probably could keep you here for hours if not days, so you tried to remember anything Clark even mentioned about Superman that would help you out of this.

You closed your eyes to think about the one time Clark told you about how he calls him. You took a few deep breaths in and out, in and out then you screamed as loud and as long as your stomach would let you. You hoped that Superman heard you.

Clark lifted his phone to his ear to call you he didn't get the usual "I'm home now." Text from you that you always sent if you had to close that night. He instantly dropped his phone when he heard screaming.

He knew that sound anywhere. He ran up the stairs of his apartment building stripping off his clothes reveling his suit and flew off across the sky like a lighting strike.

You were in trouble and he was going to make someone pay for that.

One of lex cronies tried to get you to drink some water out of a cup, you didn't trust it was water so you didn't bite.

"If it was poison you'd be dead by now."

You looked out through the windows again and saw a flash of red you grinned at the floor.

"What are you--?"

Suddenly there was a sound of rounds of gunshots all aiming for whatever was flying across the sky it kept missing its target.

"AIM BETTER, ITS JUST A DOG!!" you heard lex shout.

In the blink of an eye all the windows shattered and Superman was in the room. His hair fell perfectly on his face despite the frayed edges to his suit.

"I'm going to snap these off and we're get you out of here, ma'am."

You just sighed in relief as Superman crushed the restraints with just his hands. He then grabbed you carefully and took off back through the window.

You held on tightly to Superman. But realized how he held you, only one person knew how to hold you to avoid too much pressure on your back since you hurt it ages ago, Clark.

You had a massive realization. The man flying you through the sky right now was Clark.

Your lips trembled and tears went down your face.

"Ma'am….are you ok?" Superman asked.

"Just take me home…Clark." you mumbled.

Superman looked down instantly. You looked tired and worn out he opened and closed his mouth but said nothing. Landing at your front door.

"Honey, I…" Clark started.

"Your…Superman?" You disclosed. Tears were going down your face rapidly.

Clark shook his head. "Yes, I am…I wanted to tell you months ago…but dangerous people were after me and I didn't want you to be in danger too!" Clark pleaded to you.

You wiped your tears on your sleeves. Your blood boiled, you felt hurt so you started shouting.

"Y-YOU LIED!" Your voice cracked.

Those two words made Clark pause. He went to reach for your arm and you stepped back away from him. Shaking your head no.

"Get…away…from me." You seethed.

"Honey…" Superman cried out for you.

You picked up one of the soft decorations you'd put out for the holidays and threw it at him. Your eyes were bloodshot red, Tears were soaking your brown skin now onto your jacket in streams.

"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GETOUT!!!" you screamed frantically at the brightly caped hero.

Superman was crying too his tears landed on his suit as he floated away into the night.

You fumbled with your keys to get them in the door but once you finally got your door open you slid inside sliding down the wall in a fit of sobs the stress of the day taking you over.

Days later somewhere in Metropolis…

The apartment was dark no lights were on the space littered with shoes, and clothes strewn about every which way. Papers were on the floor, it didn't look like it was cleaned in days. The tv was off, the radio was off. A vibrating noise was on the kitchen counter.

Clark had multiple missed calls from his coworkers. And messages that rolled on into days missed.

Jimmy: Where are you? Lois: Clark? You haven't been at work in days what's going on?

Thousands upon thousands of miles away in the artic sat a magnificent spike fortress inside was a man crying his eyes out. He knows he messed up big time. And possibly, no defiantly lost the woman he loved in the process. All because he was scared.

He laied on floor in tears looking up at the ice of the fortress eyes blurry from tears it looked like even the walls were crying. Superman rolled over into a ball sniffing and cried some more. While the icy wind blew outside.

Clark shifted from foot to foot, open and closed his hands repeatedly, he took several deep breaths and before be decided this was a bad idea he rang the doorbell. He scratched his shirt suit underneath the last time he was here in his suit he felt like his heart stayed here ever since that night a month ago.

Had it really been a month? It felt like eons really.

He'd been working himself up the courage to do this finally for that past month, cause he couldn't move on, he couldn't just flyaway without letting you know the whole truth about him being Superman. You deserved better, he knew that.

You didn't expect anyone today during your stay-cation and especially not this early in the morning. You just finished your morning routine, your toothbrush hanging in your mouth. This was probably a newspaper boy insisting you get The Daily Planet to your doorstep yet again for the billionth time this month. The lad was persistent you'd give him that. You wrapped your exes hoodie around yourself you didn't want the cold to get in. You just worked up the warmth from your Yoga routine you were not going to let the winter air steal it cause of a prescient paperboy.

Your brown fingers reached the door handle and pulled it open.

"Look kid, I…." You froze hand slack on the doorknob you definitely didn't expect to see the man you cried your eyes out for a month over standing in your doorway. You felt your chest pang a bit.

Clark's jaw about dropped on the floor. Mint, Coco butter and lavender filled his nose. He missed that smell around him, he missed the sounds you made when his lips would kiss your beautiful brown skin. He missed your lips on his. All the memories of him and you tangled together in this doorway either coming or going somewhere together, flashed in his mind.

The wind blew and you opened it further to usher Clark inside he went hesitantly. But idled in the hallway, you shut the door every word that you thought you'd say if you'd ever saw him again go out the window.

"Why are you here, Clark?" You asked softly.

Clark cleared his throat.

"I wanted to tell you the truth all of it…so you can move on from me." he disclosed.

You nodded gesturing for him to sit down on your couch. You placed your toothbrush back in the bathroom. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee and putting the kettle on for Clark. You brought the box of tea out for him he picked the same one: chamomile.

You sat cross legged on the floor taking a sip of your coffee and exhaled.

"Where are you from?" you started.

"A planet called Krypton."

"How did you get here to earth?" You continued.

"a ship that crashed in some cornfields in Kansas. Where I landed Ma and Pa raised me."

Your brows furrowed in curiosity.

"Martha and John Kent…they named me Clark so that's what i go by, instead of my birth name." Clark explained.

"Which is?"

"Kal-El."

"why Metropolis?"

Clark opened his mouth to answer just as the kettle stopped boiling. You pushed back your mug on the table and turned to get up from the floor and fetched the kettle and the massive potholder you put under it. Clark filled the mug that was your least favorite color in the whole cabinet that you had. It was the mug you gave to people that you didn't favor.

"I figured I could do the best here since its a big city. And being a journalist helps me with that too."

You asked Clark a bunch of more questions about his life and he told you everything honestly without hesitation.

You started to understand the complexities of Clark, and started to piece together your time that you had spent with him. Eventually, everything just clicked after hours spent talking.

"What are your powers?"

"Heat vision, x ray vision, wind breath…" Clark started listening off.

"Who are your enemies?" You mumbled.

"Uh…anyone or anything that wants to harm people…and the man that kidnapped you." He answers, taking a sip of his tea.

"How do you hide your identity?"

Clark smiled. Taking out his glasses.

"Their hypo glasses, so who ever looks can't make the connection that I'm Superman."

You chuckled at the ridiculousness of it. Then your heart started to pound quickly and your skin warmed like a tickling sensation as Clark rolled up his sleeves. You did not forget about those shirts Clark seemed to burst out of even though he tried to be small.

"One more thing I want to show you excuse me a moment." Clark got up dipped into your bathroom you heard a few rustling sounds and then he appeared in his bright red and blue suit undies on the outside and his cape draped like a curtain in your living room.

You looked at Clark and a tear went down your face. His eyes instantly looked concerned. Then a few fell. He reached for you and was surprised you held on to him. His arms instantly landing where you liked holding you tight.

Your braids sprawled across his suit, and your tears on them as well. He didn't want to cause you anymore pain, so he held you while you cried.

Your forehead rested on the symbol on his chest. And you realized you made a mistake, you weren't angry anymore. Clark told the truth every previous suitor you had lied somewhere so to know Clark who didn't changed the way you thought about him.

Clark looked down at you with remorse and tried to cement this moment in his head as the last time he would hold you. He breathed in the smell of you and the smoothness of your brown skin against his.

"Clark?" You whispered.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry…for what I said that night, I was terrified."

"I understand why you didn't tell me…you are the most powerful person probably on this planet…and you bring people hope. I saw the news last week about that giant arm thing that attacked Metropolis & your friends the Justice gang." You wiped your tears on your sleeves. His blue eyes fixates on you while in his arms.

You traced the outline of the symbol on his chest then danced your fingers across his neck and to his face lovingly. And that's when your heart caught up with your brain.

"I'm crying because I'm an idiot and…I love you, Clark all of you, even Superman."

Clark smiled and leaned in to you lips capturing yours instantly. He wiped the tears on your face with his thumbs.

"I love you too, Honey. And I'm sorry I kept this away from you." Clark disclosed. When he pulled apart briefly.

"Will you forgive me?" Clark asked.

"Under two conditions." You told placing your finger on his nose for attention purposes.

Clark watched you to show he was listening.

"I want to see your fortress of solitude…"

You bit your lip next and Clark knew your next question would probably be very risque. When you whispered it in his ear his face turned bright red.

"Y-Yeah we can do that…" Clark said nervously.

"I know how to take stains out of anything." You mused.

"The yellow sun huh?"

"Yeah the sun in this universe gave me my powers it also heals me too. My cousin parties on planets with red suns so she can get wasted." Clark told.

You laughed. And Clark grinned from ear to ear even his eyes smiled at you.

It had been a couple months, so Paulette shouldn’t have been as annoyed as she was. Chani had broken up with her… for kinda good reason. Her ex was a sensitive girly so Paulette figured after she had overheard her casual admission that the relationship wasn’t going anywhere, wasn’t serious, was just fun and something to do for now… yeah, that’s the kind of thing Chani couldn’t get over.

Paulette didn’t feel any type of way about it, however, until she heard that it hadn’t even taken three months for Chani to have moved on to someone else. Like, hello? Paulette was Paulette. Even if there hadn’t been bad blood that caused the split, mourning the loss of her usually took her exes much longer. Didn’t Paulette leave a bad taste in her mouth for relationships? For giving her heart away? Where were the trust issues? The trauma? The long healing process?

So needless to say as much as outwardly, Paulette pretended she hadn’t eavesdropped to glean the little tidbit. But inside her irritation simmered.

As soon as Paulette entered her loft, she logged into her burner instagram account that still follows Chani. The latest post was exactly what she needed.

She couldn’t tell who you were supposed to be in this photo. It was four girls posing for the picture and she recognized two of them as Chani’s friends she’d met before. Didn’t look overly familiar with any of them. Paulette swiped left through the photo dump and by the time she reached the ninth, she was sure she’d pegged who you were. Featured in more of the pictures than anyone else.

You were hot, like, objectively. Paulette wouldn’t have figured you as Chani’s type given the lack of similarities between you and herself. You looked…. Cutesy. Short, doe-eyed, silly. Maybe that was on purpose then? Surely, nothing about you would remind Chani of their not so distant past relationship.

Paulette pursed her lips, tapping her thumb on your tagged url. ‘Just as open as Chani,’ she tsked as she was able to go straight to your public account and look at your backlog of photos. Only 190 posts over 8 years, what the hell was wrong with you? Paulette rolled her eyes as she put her phone face down, unfolded from the posh armchair and went to her wine rack. She selected her favorite Syrah and the proper glass for it. Her bottom lip cushioned the slightly tapered rim as she took a sip, let the familiar flavor spread over her tongue.

If she was going to pick apart your pictures, she’d do it with a nice pleasant drink.

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Paulette frowned as her thumb swiped and swiped, trying to load more photos but her sluggish mind came to the reason for that. She’d reached the beginning of your damn account. No more pictures. She’d already studied all 194 posts. Why the fuck did you only have 194 posts?!

It frustrated her even though it made sense. She’d been able to paint a general picture of you over the last…. however many glasses ago she’d started. The kind of introvert that blossoms with those you’re very close to. Love being included even if you don’t participate. You collect stuffed animals at your grown age, God love you. Dressed more for comfort than for trends but… your style wasn’t unpleasant. Suited you well actually. She saw hints of a figure under the comfy clothes you often chose and it irked Paulette. Why didn’t you have way too much information on your instagram like everyone else your age?!

The wine glass clinked clumsily as she placed it a little too hard on the side table by her, her depth perception a little fucked.

She tipped the wine bottle that she had finally broken down and just brought over while looking at your Bahamas vacation pictures. NO BATHING SUIT PICS AT ALL by the way. Paulette had wanted to throw her phone when she just saw you smiling big at the camera in sundresses and landscape shots and fish and shit.

Fucking infuriating. Even more so when the Syrah dribbled out to barely half a glass. Paulette let her head fall back on the back of the armchair and groaned aloud.

Her thumb flew back over the screen, looking at the timestamp of your latest post. Two days ago. And.. four weeks ago before that?! You were practically off-grid!! What kind of pioneer, boomer shit was this?! How the hell was she expected to satiate her curiosity of you?!

Defeated and pissed, Paulette tossed her phone to the side. It was later than she usually started her night routine and the fact alone that she had wasted it on you left her even more grumbly. She showered and did her skincare routine before promptly crawling into bamboo sheets stark naked. Her head swam, circuitous curses of you and your ways. How were you an open book with so many blank pages?!

Paulette even dreamed of taking you apart that night.

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Eventually tired of just stalking your socials, Paulette does what she does best. She plots to get her way.

She meet-cutes you accidentally on purpose. Did it piss her off that you didn’t know who she was? A little bit yeah. Seriously, what was up with Chani that she hadn’t shown her current girlfriend/situationship/whatever the fuck pics of your ex?? Whatever, it worked out for her because she could start fresh on you.

Paulette didn’t necessarily give you a fake name, but she doesn’t introduce herself properly.

When you accidentally bumped into Paulette and she acted like it was hard enough for her to drop her fresh latte on the floor, you’d gasped and with a twang that was peculiarly pleasant and unexpected to hear after seeing your pictures, you apologized so profusely.

“Honey, I’m so sorry! Fuck, I’m clumsy as all get out. Did it get on you, hon? Are you burned?”

You couldn’t get more polar opposite than Paulette. How was Chani with you?

But Paulette was a good actress, putting on a demure face of apology herself. “No, it’s my mistake, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No need to apologize at all! Let me get you another, please.”

You knelt to clean it up with Paulette, who was barely putting any effort into wiping it up herself. And when the barista asked for a name for the order, Paulette shot a coy look sideways and bit her lip on a grin.

“‘Honey’. I, um, think I like the name Honey a lot.”

With a small fluster, you handed your card to the cashier. And something bloomed in Paulette’s chest, in her lower belly.

Reluctantly, she had to admit: between herself and you, Chani actually had damn good taste.

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She never wanted to wear Chani’s sports jerseys and old tshirts. Why the hell would she want to have on something so shapeless? And Paulette really didn’t understand how you made it look hot. She likes you in this oversized shit but she wants to drape you in the silks and velvets and leather in her own closet. See diamonds on your throat, gold circling those wrists.

Soon she’ll dream of bite marks and bruises on your throat. Her fingers circling those wrists.

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Impatience wasn’t a foreign feeling for Paulette. She was usually a lot better when she had a plot in the works. But you were unprecedentedly tempting.

Paulette was getting more possessive of you by the minute, so frustrated every time you mentioned Chani, so tired of having to share you. Tired of hiding that she wanted you.

Paulette was sure Chani knew about her, but only as Honey. Straddling the line between coy and brat, she refused to tell you her given name, saying she liked the nickname you inadvertently gave her better. Though, lately she really wanted to know what the southern drawl would do to her name if you actually said it. It’d featured a few dreams and starred in a few fantasies when she zoned out in Statistics.

This was the first time you were both studying in your room as opposed to Paulette’s place and Paulette was already regretting saying yes to you.

Was your side of the room perfectly fitting to how she had imagined? Absolutely. Cozy and lived-in and sickeningly cute stuffed animals on the bed and in a hammock pinned to the wall as well.

But you mentioned Chani one too many times. You weren’t focusing enough on Paulette right in fucking front of you. Paulette had a plan, dammit. A seduction to steal you away from Chani and get you to sin so so deliciously with her. You were such a good girl. A sweet and giving friend and affectionate girlfriend. Paulette wanted that all to herself. She was itching for it. Sitting in your comfy lounge clothes looking too soft not to sink her teeth in. Loose and gabby from the hard seltzers. What was a girl to do?

She has you cornered on your bed as you tried to back away from her when Chani opened the door.

“Chani!” You called, your voice wobbling pretty cutely. Dammit, Paulette wanted to hear more of that. She sighed as she sat back on her calves, turning unimpressed eyes towards Chani standing hurt, betrayed, fuming, speechless in the doorway.

“You always have the worst timing, babe.”

Your hands were gripping wheel as you drove home, teeth clenching and you were fuming. You were angry and rightfully so. One of your coworkers just under minded you all day today. At every turn she made you look dumb during the lunch meeting. She almost caused what should have been an HR violation last month to happen yet again. And to top it all off she just gave you an attitude all day, UGH you despised her.

You pulled into the garage grabbed your work bag, your coat, and your house keys. Shutting off the car. Pushing the button to shut the garage and through the door.

Clark was editing on the kitchen counter on his laptop. As soon as you slammed the door he saw the anger on your face. That could only mean one thing.

"She-who-must-not-be-named?" He asked.

"YES!" you growled out of anger.

You put down all your stuff on the bench and you ranted to Clark about what happened today at your job. When you were finished Clark closed his laptop and took off his glasses. Coming up to you placing his hands around your waist.

"You aren't stupid by any means your one of the smartest people I know." Clark told as he kissed your forehead, Clark continued to tell you all the reassurances that he usually does.

"Hey baby?"

You hummed acknowledging him.

"How about you, tell me what to do will that make you feel better?" Clark asked.

You looked up at him. Those big blue eyes staring at you, his hands holding you softly. You could picture it now. You smiled.

"ok Clark, are you willing to do everything?" You quirked.

"Yes."

"Yes…what?" you demanded.

"Yes, ma'am."

"good boy." you smirked.

Clark looked at you backing away waiting for your instruction.

You took his hand and led him upstairs. Pulling his neck down towards you. Your lips grazing against his, he mewled.

You pushed him back a bit. Even though he could definitely pick you up with ease.

"On your knees." You instructed.

He knelled on the ground. His concentration never leaving yours.

"Help me undress…"

Clark undid your belt, unzipped your pants, slid them down your waist. He mewled your brown thighs this close to his lips and he wanted to kiss them so bad. But you'd be mad if he just lunged for them, so instead he asked. Like the good boy he was trying to be.

"Can I kiss your thighs ma'am?" Clark asked sucking his bottom lip in anticipation.

"yes, baby you may." you kicked your pants away. As he grabbed your legs and kissed your legs leaving sloppy kisses everywhere he could reach.

Clark could smell you getting wet. He groaned. Kneading your ass and legs. He whimpered when he felt your hands in his hair. His cock twitched.

"Good boy, I think you deserve a reward." You spoke sultrily as you pulled down your underwear.

"Oh yesss" Clark moaned out loud. His fingers curled around the edges of your undies and slipped them off in one swoop. Clark pulled apart your legs slowly and opened his mouth tongue curling around into your pussy, just how you liked it.

Your breath hitched as your hands landed on his shoulders for grip while he ate you out. Your moans rang in his ears as he licked and sucked.

"mmm…good boy." you praised.

You gasped a bit as you felt his cold breath blow against your clit. You laughed. One of the many props of dating Superman was that getting hot during sex wasn't a problem Clark could literally cool you down wherever you wanted him to.

Clark's moans got louder as his skin heated up, he felt his cock getting harder against his pants. He groaned and mewled quietly.

Suddenly you felt the wall behind you, no wait that was the ceiling. You tapped Clark.

His eyes opening blown out in lust looking at you. He moved his face away from your pussy. Looking up at you then he saw your hair smashed into the ceiling.

"S-Sorry…I got excited."

"It's Ok baby, not the first time you've levitated during this." You cooed.

"but you are gonna have to pay for this."

Clark whined.

"Put me down, now." you commanded.

Clark levitated you both down to the floor once again.

You took off your own shirt and slipped off your bra.

"You can look but not touch just yet." You teased.

Clark's hands opened and closed getting warm as he looked at your breasts another favorite part of your body he loved. He could suckle your nipples all day and night and never get tired of them.

You scratched them, pulled your own nipples and scratched the under boobage, moaning and sighing.

Clark was looking wide eyed as you played with your boobs right in front of him. His brain might as well have stopped thinking. His mouth fell open slowly as his eyes took you in.

Clark groaned out loud, his cock was getting hot he could feel it against his thigh. If he could just pump it a few while watching you he'd be set. But you wouldn't allow that.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Take all that off." you motioned to all of Clarks clothes.

Clark didn't have to be told twice. He undressed and stood still for further instructions. His cock sprang out, its tip was red and throbbing as drops of pre cum came out.

You looked at your good boy he was red both on his chest and his cock and it made you smile.

"ready for your punishment?"

"yes, ma'am." Clark responded obediently.

"Lay down and dont cum till i tell you to."

Clark gulped, and whined as he crawled to lay down on the bed you shared.

You laid beside him. Looked at his pitiful face and smirked, it was diabolical what you were about to say.

You dangled your fingers in front of his lips.

"Suck them, baby."

Clark's tongue lapped and sucked around your fingers. He drooled on your fingers making sure they were nice and wet for whatever you were going to do with them next. You pulled them out and placed them between your folds going in and out of your pussy.

"Watch me cum." You told staring at Clark.

His mouth opened up letting out a long groan.

"Oh…baby…ma'am. You look so sexy right now. mmmf" Clark responded. He remembered he had to hold his cum in and chewed on his lip again as he watched you get yourself off.

Soon you came on your fingers and pulled them out. Clark opened his mouth ready to receive your fingers.

Which you put in his mouth and watched him suck all your cum off of them in one slurp.

Clark moaned loudly.

"Such a good boy." You cooed.

"Yes, ma'am." Clark spoke through baited breaths.

"Help me sink down on your cock, hands up baby."

Clark obeyed.

You slid down his cock slowly. Both of you moaning out loud. You guided his hands to your hips. You started slowly moving up and down on his hard cock. You mewled. your pussy squeezed him, and it felt so good to have him inside you.

Clark grunted, groaned and moaned as you bounced on his cock.

"mmm, you feel so good ma'am." He laughed in-between grunts.

You pussy was slapping against his cock as he was lost in the feeling of your hips on top of him. He was moaning in a pattern a "golly" slipping between his lips with every bounce. You went faster hitting every spot that you wanted to feel him in. The tension of the day melting away with every bounce.

"Clark You feel so fucking good!" you screamed.

"Be a good boy and cum for me." You demanded.

Clark griped your brown skin and thrust up into you from the bottom taking the breath out of you.

Clark spilled in you with a series of loud moans and your name somewhere in there too. You came together in one loud moan.

You collapsed on top of Clark. Smiling and giggling.

Clark kissed your lips then your cheeks.

"Feeling better, baby?" He asked.