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I'm currently on my period and randomly remembered a video I saw on social media a while back, so I thought it would be a fun concept to do with mr. kent!
wc: just under 1k
warnings.
NONE, just silly fluff and reader is implied to be on her period :)
✧ clark's misadventure in getting you pads for the first time. ✧
When you walk into the bathroom and see that your designated period product basket is looking terribly barren in the pad department, you let out a soft groan. You totally forgot to go pick some up. Ugh.
You pull out your phone and quickly text your boyfriend, hoping he hasn't left the Daily Planet yet.
Hey baby, if you haven't already left work, could you grab me a box of pads with wings please? I forgot to get some on my way home.
Your phone vibrates a minute later with a response from Clark.
Sure thing! I'll swing by your place and drop them off.
A small smile tugs at your lips. He's truly the best. You two have only been dating for a couple of months, but you've been enjoying every moment of it and there's a real chance this could be the one. But you're not getting too ahead of yourself, trying to do a better job of enjoying the present rather than focusing too much on the bigger picture.
Thirty or so minutes pass by before you hear a knock on your apartment door. You walk over and look through the peephole, smiling when you see a familiar figure standing outside.
"Hey," you say, opening the door for him. "Thank you for bringing them over. How much do I owe you?"
Clark shakes his head as he steps in.
"You don't owe me anything. Maybe a kiss, if my delivery service has left you satisfied."
Your eyebrows furrow when you suddenly catch a whiff of garlic parmesan, and when you look down at what he's carrying, your eyebrows furrowing even further.
"Uh...what's that?" you ask as you shut the door, nodding towards the takeout container in his left hand.
Now it's his turn to furrow his eyebrows.
"What do you mean? They're the wings you asked for. I got them from that local place you love so much."
You bring your hand up to your mouth, letting out a muffled chuckle.
"Clark, I asked for pads with wings."
"Yeah..." he says, holding up the pharmacy bag, then the takeout container. "I got you pads with wings."
"No, I meant pads with wings. The pads that have wings on them."
His eyes widen, cheeks instantly turning a bright pink.
"Oh my...gosh, I'm so sorry! I-I had no idea there was a difference. I've never seen the box before since you keep them all in that little basket a-and obviously I've never had to unwrap one bef—"
You reach up and pull him in for a kiss, chuckling against his lips.
"It's alright, Clark. I should have been more specific or sent a picture of the box. Totally my fault."
He sets the things down and instantly snakes his arms around your middle, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.
"Mm mm. Not your fault at all. I should have asked," he hums before pulling back slightly. "Will you still be able to use the ones I bought you? There were so many kinds and all different brands...shoot, I really should have texted you."
You reach over to pull the bag down, looking at the box.
"These are actually the brand I like, so you made a good choice," you smile. "They just don't have wings, which is not a big deal at all. I'll still use them. Honestly, I'm starving, so the garlic parm wings are not an unwelcome bonus."
Clark chuckles.
"Glad I got it somewhat right. Y'know what? I'll go grab you pads with wings, I don't want you using ones that you don't like."
"You really don't have to—"
"Yes I do," he says, cutting you off with a kiss. "I'll drop the other ones off at the women's shelter down on Washington Avenue. Do you think they'd take them since they're still in a sealed box?"
You nod.
"I'm sure they'll be very grateful. It's a need that a lot of people don't think about when they donate."
He hums, nodding.
"Hm. Good to know," he says, trailing his large hands down to give your hips a squeeze. "You sit and enjoy your wings, I'll be back in a bit with the correct pads, okay?"
"Okay," you say, stealing one more kiss from him before he heads towards your balcony. "I miss you already."
Clark smiles, opening the door before closing it again, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
****
A little while later, on Washington Avenue...
A young woman sits at the front desk of the Metropolis Area Women's Shelter, fidgeting with a stapler, sighing as she looks at the clock. Just a few more minutes until her shift is over and she can finally go home.
She startles when a sudden burst of air ruffles her clothes, and her breath catches when she sees a figure standing before her with his arms covered with bags of something she can't quite make out. His red cape flutters slightly behind him as he steps up, and the woman can't believe her eyes.
"Superman?"
He offers her a smile and a slight nod.
"Do you all accept donations of feminine products?"
"O-Of course," the young woman nods immediately. "Are they brand new, still sealed in the box?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Superman walks them up to the desk and sets all but one of the bags down. The woman looks slightly confused as to why he hasn't put all the bags down, but she doesn't say anything, and he smiles softly.
"These are reserved for a very special lady," he says.
She hums softly with a smile, nodding and taking the bags from on top of the desk.
"Well, thank you for the generous donation, Superman. All of our residents will really appreciate these."
He nods.
"Have a good night, Miss."
Before she can say anything in response, he's gone, the door slowly swinging shut behind him.
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I'm currently on my period and randomly remembered a video I saw on social media a while back, so I thought it would be a fun concept to do with mr. kent!
wc: just under 1k
warnings.
NONE, just silly fluff and reader is implied to be on her period :)
✧ clark's misadventure in getting you pads for the first time. ✧
When you walk into the bathroom and see that your designated period product basket is looking terribly barren in the pad department, you let out a soft groan. You totally forgot to go pick some up. Ugh.
You pull out your phone and quickly text your boyfriend, hoping he hasn't left the Daily Planet yet.
Hey baby, if you haven't already left work, could you grab me a box of pads with wings please? I forgot to get some on my way home.
Your phone vibrates a minute later with a response from Clark.
Sure thing! I'll swing by your place and drop them off.
A small smile tugs at your lips. He's truly the best. You two have only been dating for a couple of months, but you've been enjoying every moment of it and there's a real chance this could be the one. But you're not getting too ahead of yourself, trying to do a better job of enjoying the present rather than focusing too much on the bigger picture.
Thirty or so minutes pass by before you hear a knock on your apartment door. You walk over and look through the peephole, smiling when you see a familiar figure standing outside.
"Hey," you say, opening the door for him. "Thank you for bringing them over. How much do I owe you?"
Clark shakes his head as he steps in.
"You don't owe me anything. Maybe a kiss, if my delivery service has left you satisfied."
Your eyebrows furrow when you suddenly catch a whiff of garlic parmesan, and when you look down at what he's carrying, your eyebrows furrowing even further.
"Uh...what's that?" you ask as you shut the door, nodding towards the takeout container in his left hand.
Now it's his turn to furrow his eyebrows.
"What do you mean? They're the wings you asked for. I got them from that local place you love so much."
You bring your hand up to your mouth, letting out a muffled chuckle.
"Clark, I asked for pads with wings."
"Yeah..." he says, holding up the pharmacy bag, then the takeout container. "I got you pads with wings."
"No, I meant pads with wings. The pads that have wings on them."
His eyes widen, cheeks instantly turning a bright pink.
"Oh my...gosh, I'm so sorry! I-I had no idea there was a difference. I've never seen the box before since you keep them all in that little basket a-and obviously I've never had to unwrap one bef—"
You reach up and pull him in for a kiss, chuckling against his lips.
"It's alright, Clark. I should have been more specific or sent a picture of the box. Totally my fault."
He sets the things down and instantly snakes his arms around your middle, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.
"Mm mm. Not your fault at all. I should have asked," he hums before pulling back slightly. "Will you still be able to use the ones I bought you? There were so many kinds and all different brands...shoot, I really should have texted you."
You reach over to pull the bag down, looking at the box.
"These are actually the brand I like, so you made a good choice," you smile. "They just don't have wings, which is not a big deal at all. I'll still use them. Honestly, I'm starving, so the garlic parm wings are not an unwelcome bonus."
Clark chuckles.
"Glad I got it somewhat right. Y'know what? I'll go grab you pads with wings, I don't want you using ones that you don't like."
"You really don't have to—"
"Yes I do," he says, cutting you off with a kiss. "I'll drop the other ones off at the women's shelter down on Washington Avenue. Do you think they'd take them since they're still in a sealed box?"
You nod.
"I'm sure they'll be very grateful. It's a need that a lot of people don't think about when they donate."
He hums, nodding.
"Hm. Good to know," he says, trailing his large hands down to give your hips a squeeze. "You sit and enjoy your wings, I'll be back in a bit with the correct pads, okay?"
"Okay," you say, stealing one more kiss from him before he heads towards your balcony. "I miss you already."
Clark smiles, opening the door before closing it again, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
****
A little while later, on Washington Avenue...
A young woman sits at the front desk of the Metropolis Area Women's Shelter, fidgeting with a stapler, sighing as she looks at the clock. Just a few more minutes until her shift is over and she can finally go home.
She startles when a sudden burst of air ruffles her clothes, and her breath catches when she sees a figure standing before her with his arms covered with bags of something she can't quite make out. His red cape flutters slightly behind him as he steps up, and the woman can't believe her eyes.
"Superman?"
He offers her a smile and a slight nod.
"Do you all accept donations of feminine products?"
"O-Of course," the young woman nods immediately. "Are they brand new, still sealed in the box?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Superman walks them up to the desk and sets all but one of the bags down. The woman looks slightly confused as to why he hasn't put all the bags down, but she doesn't say anything, and he smiles softly.
"These are reserved for a very special lady," he says.
She hums softly with a smile, nodding and taking the bags from on top of the desk.
"Well, thank you for the generous donation, Superman. All of our residents will really appreciate these."
He nods.
"Have a good night, Miss."
Before she can say anything in response, he's gone, the door slowly swinging shut behind him.
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hello my friends! trust me when I say that I've been dying to feel inspired to write for the past couple of weeks, but haven't been able to form any solid ideas until this one so generously popped into my brain.
this one's for all the people currently suffering through the extreme heatwave going on (seemingly) all over the world, who wish they had a clark kent to keep them cool.
wc: just over 2k
warnings.
SMUT w/ a little FLUFF, friends with benefits arrangement, no use of "y/n", generous (and only slightly inappropriate) use of his arctic breath, light foreplay, cowgirl position, unprotected p-in-v sex, mutual orgasms, no creampie.
clark kent taglist: @marvel-hiddles-stark @teeth-sheesh @starlit-whispers @kissmxcheek @starsmoon @averyhotchner @pinkgirlblogs @x-fanaccount1-x @mollymal @rynwritesstuff @froggypoggy222 @dreamreaperrr @sullyosully @marymustdie @dadwh0re @pumpkinspicedlove @emergencycontact @alwayslikekath @angelkisscherie @eloucherry @eiaf4uwn @oinswiftie @mazzystarenthusiast6 @brookiecooie
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✧ clark comes over during a heatwave to help you...cool off. ✧
"The heatwave continues in Metropolis today," the weatherman says. "We'll be reaching record high temperatures of—“
"Oh, fuck you."
You groan in annoyance, shutting the TV off as you use today's issue of the Daily Planet as a makeshift fan. Your old ass apartment building doesn’t have central air, which means you have nothing but a few ancient plug-in fans to keep you cool. None of which are working very well with the sweltering temperatures outside.
You look over at your phone, reading Clark’s text for the fourth time in the last five minutes.
‘Be there soon!’
He’s fucking Superman, shouldn’t he be able to be here within a millisecond?
You sigh softly, shaking your head at the thought. He can't drop everything to come over every single time you text.
Man, the heat is really getting to you...
The lock clicks a couple minutes later and you turn to look back at the front door, seeing a familiar figure as he steps inside.
“Golly,” Clark says, closing the door behind him. “It’s hot in here.”
You chuckle dryly, continuing to fan yourself.
“Yeah, no shit. I think I’ve called every single fucking store that sells window air conditioner units in Metropolis and no one had any.”
Clark nods, being somewhat cautious as he approaches the couch. He knows how you can be when you’re in a mood like this.
“If it makes you feel any better, it’s not that much cooler at my place, and the building has central air. With everyone using it at the same time, the airflow is terrible.”
“It actually doesn’t make me feel better,” you say, your eyes following him as he walks around and takes a seat beside you. “You’re lucky you’re Kryptonian and you can handle extreme temperatures.”
He keeps a bit of distance between you two, both because of the heat and not wanting to upset you even more. His head turns and he looks you over for a moment, taking in the way your legs look in those sweet little boyshort underwear you like to wear around the apartment.
They’re the pair with the corny cartoon Cupids and hearts all over, which are the ones you hate most. Must’ve been the only pair you could find in what he assumes was a desperate rush to strip down to the lightest layer of clothing possible.
You’re wearing a thin tank top, too, and he can tell that there’s nothing beneath it. Your skin has a beautiful sheen to it, and he watches as a bead of sweat trails down from your neck to between your breasts.
A soft groan leaves your lips as you shift positions, stretching yourself out more to try and find a cooler part of the couch. He curses himself for being this turned on by your obvious suffering.
But then, an idea comes to his head, one that sends a little shiver down his spine.
“Come here for a minute.”
You look over at him, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“What?”
His gaze, now tinged with the slightest hint of hunger, meets yours.
“Come here,” he says again. “I know a way to cool you off.”
“I’m literally sitting right here.”
He chuckles, reaching out to touch your hip with his hand.
“I need you closer.”
“Clark, how in the world is getting closer to you going to cool me off?”
He grips your hip lightly, pulling you towards him. Is this a bad idea? Probably. Having you closer will certainly make keeping himself at bay a bit harder, but he genuinely wants to help you.
“Trust me.”
You sigh, letting him pull you closer before he situates you on his lap. He leans in and blows gently on your neck, using his arctic breath to instantly cool your skin. You gasp softly, head instantly tilting back, and Clark has to stop himself from groaning at the sight.
“Fuck…that’s good.”
He hums, bringing his mouth to the other side of your neck, giving it the same attention. Your nipples have hardened beneath the tank top, and his mouth waters at the thought of getting his lips on them.
Experimentally, he presses a kiss to your neck between cold breaths, testing the waters. You seem to have no problem with it, so he presses another one. Then another. And another, until you let out a soft sigh, your back arching slightly.
You like it. Thank goodness.
“Mmm,” he hums, kissing along your jaw, then down to your throat, making sure to use his frosty breath at the same time. “Feels good?”
Wordlessly, you nod, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders.
“Yes.”
His mouth continues down over your chest, and when he reaches your spaghetti straps, he tugs them off of your shoulders with his teeth. You shudder at the light scrape against your skin, and he smiles, making a mental note of that.
Finally, finally, he pulls your tank top down, exposing your delicious breasts to his starved eyes. He licks his lips in anticipation, but barely gives you a moment to process before he’s teasing your nipple with his teeth, his tongue, alternating between the two.
Your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation, and when he exhales against your bud, the sudden rush of cold makes you jump in his lap with a gasp.
“F-Fuck!”
Soon, your fingers weave through his hair and give it a gentle pull, pulling him away from your breasts for a moment. You look at him, resting your forehead on his.
“I need you, Clark.”
His cock twitches against his thigh at your words, at the desperate look in your eyes.
“Then you’ll have me,” he says, leaning up to kiss you properly. “Whatever you need right now.”
That’s how he always is, wanting to make you feel good. It’s in his nature as both Clark and Superman, one of many things that makes him such a great friend and friend-with-benefits.
You nip at his bottom lip with a smile as you reach down to start undoing his pants. He lets out soft exhales each time your hand brushes his erection, which makes you chuckle.
“It’s the boyshorts, isn’t it?”
He smiles.
“It’s you…but I can’t say the shorts and tanktop didn’t play at least a small part.”
His words make your heart skip a beat, and you smile softly.
“Even though they’ve got the cheesy Cupids on them?”
“Is this a safe space to admit that I kind of like—?”
“Nope,” you cut him off with a grin, kissing him again. “Not a safe place at all.”
He smiles against your lips, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close. His breath catches when your hand dips beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his hardening cock. You give a few slow, long strokes, and Clark’s head tilts back with a sigh.
“You’re already so worked up,” you chuckle, biting your lip when his hands come up to touch your breasts, thumb teasing your hardened buds.
“I know. You’ve got me this way.”
His hands smooth down to rest on your hips, then dip down beneath the waistband of your shorts to give your ass a firm squeeze. When he pulls his hands back, he lets one of them slip down between your legs, feeling the damp fabric resting there.
Your breath catches when his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing the fabric over it, creating the most delicious sensation. Every time the fabric pulls tighter against your core, you gasp, hips rocking forward.
“You look beautiful like this,” he whispers, unable to stop himself.
A small smile tugs at your lips, your cheeks heating up a bit as he leans forward and starts kissing at your jaw again. He lets out soft grunts in response to your hand stroking him to full hardness.
Soon, you pull your hand away and get off his lap, pushing your boyshorts down before getting back on top of him. He reaches down to line himself up with your entrance while his other hand rests gently on your hip.
You let out a shaky breath as you begin to sink down on his shaft, your walls stretching open around him. He leans back against the couch, his eyes glued to your expression, making sure that you’re not showing any signs of pain.
“S-Shit.”
Clark sighs when you stop about halfway down, both of his hands now on your hips, giving them a squeeze.
“You okay?”
You nod.
“Yeah. Just…still a bit of a stretch for me.”
He nods, his cock twitching as your walls tighten and loosen around him. It’s so hard not to move, but he holds off, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable first.
After another moment or two, you rise up slightly and sink back down, letting a soft moan slip from your lips. His eyes flutter shut, head tipping back for a moment at the feeling of your wet heat surrounding him.
“Golly,” he breathes, his grip tightening to help you move up and down. “Gosh, you feel…so tight…s-so good…”
“Mmm, Clark,” you sigh, your body beginning to bounce with the rhythm of your movements. “Love when you’re inside of me.”
His hips buck up slightly at your words, and when you tense slightly, his stomach drops. He hurt you.
“I-I’m so—“
“Do that again,” you gasp, looking down at him with a wild fire in your eyes. “Fuck, that felt amazing.”
He nods and bucks his hips up again, and again, and again, watching in fascination as you begin to move faster on top of him. Your breathing is short and you let out little whimpers and gasps each time his cock nudges against your g-spot. It drives Clark wild, and he quickens the movement of his hips to meet your pace, groaning softly when your insides grips him tighter.
“I’m getting close,” you breathe, your legs beginning to burn with the effort of moving on top of him, but you try to push through. “Touch m-me, Clark. Please.”
Of course, because he knows you so well, Clark can tell that you’re beginning to tire out. He hums, promptly resting his hands over your seat bones, giving your skin a squeeze.
“Do you want me to take over?”
You nod quickly, and he smiles, using his strength to move you up and down in the same rhythm while you settle your weight onto his hands.
“Is this better?” He asks, looking up at you with those baby blue puppy dog eyes of his.
“Y-Yes,” you breathe, nodding as you reach down to start touching yourself. “Oh god…Clark…”
“I know, I know…keep touching yourself, just like that,” he says, feeling his own orgasm quickly rising. “Love watching you make yourself feel good.”
His words send a jolt through your body, and you whimper softly, touching yourself faster. When your orgasm finally comes, your entire body tenses, and you let out a long moan as you hold onto his broad shoulders tightly to steady yourself.
“Ohhhh fuck!”
“Good girl.”
Clark keeps moving you up and down, taking you through your powerful peak, just barely holding back his own orgasm. But then, your constant clenching becomes too much, and he lifts you up off of him just before a groan escapes him.
You reach down to wrap your hand around him once more, and his eyes widen, breath hitching just before he falls over the edge. You watch with a small smile as his release paints your hand and arm with glorious streaks, enjoying the grunt that you earn with each stroke.
He shudders when he begins to come down, head falling back against the couch cushions. Your hand slows to a stop and you lift it up, admiring the unique pattern on your skin before your tongue trails each streak, humming at the taste of him.
“G-Gosh…”
You smile, leaning down to kiss him once he sets you back down in his lap, and he groans at the taste of himself in your mouth. When you pull back, Clark reaches up to wipe a bit of sweat from your forehead.
“I didn’t do a very good job of helping to keep you cool,” he says, smiling.
A soft, breathy chuckle escapes your lips, rocking your hips forward teasingly.
“I guess you’ll just have to try again, then…”
Clark’s smile widens at that.
“I guess so.”
(daily planet divider by saradika-graphics here on tumblr!)
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hello my friends! trust me when I say that I've been dying to feel inspired to write for the past couple of weeks, but haven't been able to form any solid ideas until this one so generously popped into my brain.
this one's for all the people currently suffering through the extreme heatwave going on (seemingly) all over the world, who wish they had a clark kent to keep them cool.
wc: just over 2k
warnings.
SMUT w/ a little FLUFF, friends with benefits arrangement, no use of "y/n", generous (and only slightly inappropriate) use of his arctic breath, light foreplay, cowgirl position, unprotected p-in-v sex, mutual orgasms, no creampie.
clark kent taglist: @marvel-hiddles-stark @teeth-sheesh @starlit-whispers @kissmxcheek @starsmoon @averyhotchner @pinkgirlblogs @x-fanaccount1-x @mollymal @rynwritesstuff @froggypoggy222 @dreamreaperrr @sullyosully @marymustdie @dadwh0re @pumpkinspicedlove @emergencycontact @alwayslikekath @angelkisscherie @eloucherry @eiaf4uwn @oinswiftie @mazzystarenthusiast6 @brookiecooie
(interested in joining any of my taglists? fill out the anonymous form HERE!)
✧ clark comes over during a heatwave to help you...cool off. ✧
"The heatwave continues in Metropolis today," the weatherman says. "We'll be reaching record high temperatures of—“
"Oh, fuck you."
You groan in annoyance, shutting the TV off as you use today's issue of the Daily Planet as a makeshift fan. Your old ass apartment building doesn’t have central air, which means you have nothing but a few ancient plug-in fans to keep you cool. None of which are working very well with the sweltering temperatures outside.
You look over at your phone, reading Clark’s text for the fourth time in the last five minutes.
‘Be there soon!’
He’s fucking Superman, shouldn’t he be able to be here within a millisecond?
You sigh softly, shaking your head at the thought. He can't drop everything to come over every single time you text.
Man, the heat is really getting to you...
The lock clicks a couple minutes later and you turn to look back at the front door, seeing a familiar figure as he steps inside.
“Golly,” Clark says, closing the door behind him. “It’s hot in here.”
You chuckle dryly, continuing to fan yourself.
“Yeah, no shit. I think I’ve called every single fucking store that sells window air conditioner units in Metropolis and no one had any.”
Clark nods, being somewhat cautious as he approaches the couch. He knows how you can be when you’re in a mood like this.
“If it makes you feel any better, it’s not that much cooler at my place, and the building has central air. With everyone using it at the same time, the airflow is terrible.”
“It actually doesn’t make me feel better,” you say, your eyes following him as he walks around and takes a seat beside you. “You’re lucky you’re Kryptonian and you can handle extreme temperatures.”
He keeps a bit of distance between you two, both because of the heat and not wanting to upset you even more. His head turns and he looks you over for a moment, taking in the way your legs look in those sweet little boyshort underwear you like to wear around the apartment.
They’re the pair with the corny cartoon Cupids and hearts all over, which are the ones you hate most. Must’ve been the only pair you could find in what he assumes was a desperate rush to strip down to the lightest layer of clothing possible.
You’re wearing a thin tank top, too, and he can tell that there’s nothing beneath it. Your skin has a beautiful sheen to it, and he watches as a bead of sweat trails down from your neck to between your breasts.
A soft groan leaves your lips as you shift positions, stretching yourself out more to try and find a cooler part of the couch. He curses himself for being this turned on by your obvious suffering.
But then, an idea comes to his head, one that sends a little shiver down his spine.
“Come here for a minute.”
You look over at him, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“What?”
His gaze, now tinged with the slightest hint of hunger, meets yours.
“Come here,” he says again. “I know a way to cool you off.”
“I’m literally sitting right here.”
He chuckles, reaching out to touch your hip with his hand.
“I need you closer.”
“Clark, how in the world is getting closer to you going to cool me off?”
He grips your hip lightly, pulling you towards him. Is this a bad idea? Probably. Having you closer will certainly make keeping himself at bay a bit harder, but he genuinely wants to help you.
“Trust me.”
You sigh, letting him pull you closer before he situates you on his lap. He leans in and blows gently on your neck, using his arctic breath to instantly cool your skin. You gasp softly, head instantly tilting back, and Clark has to stop himself from groaning at the sight.
“Fuck…that’s good.”
He hums, bringing his mouth to the other side of your neck, giving it the same attention. Your nipples have hardened beneath the tank top, and his mouth waters at the thought of getting his lips on them.
Experimentally, he presses a kiss to your neck between cold breaths, testing the waters. You seem to have no problem with it, so he presses another one. Then another. And another, until you let out a soft sigh, your back arching slightly.
You like it. Thank goodness.
“Mmm,” he hums, kissing along your jaw, then down to your throat, making sure to use his frosty breath at the same time. “Feels good?”
Wordlessly, you nod, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders.
“Yes.”
His mouth continues down over your chest, and when he reaches your spaghetti straps, he tugs them off of your shoulders with his teeth. You shudder at the light scrape against your skin, and he smiles, making a mental note of that.
Finally, finally, he pulls your tank top down, exposing your delicious breasts to his starved eyes. He licks his lips in anticipation, but barely gives you a moment to process before he’s teasing your nipple with his teeth, his tongue, alternating between the two.
Your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation, and when he exhales against your bud, the sudden rush of cold makes you jump in his lap with a gasp.
“F-Fuck!”
Soon, your fingers weave through his hair and give it a gentle pull, pulling him away from your breasts for a moment. You look at him, resting your forehead on his.
“I need you, Clark.”
His cock twitches against his thigh at your words, at the desperate look in your eyes.
“Then you’ll have me,” he says, leaning up to kiss you properly. “Whatever you need right now.”
That’s how he always is, wanting to make you feel good. It’s in his nature as both Clark and Superman, one of many things that makes him such a great friend and friend-with-benefits.
You nip at his bottom lip with a smile as you reach down to start undoing his pants. He lets out soft exhales each time your hand brushes his erection, which makes you chuckle.
“It’s the boyshorts, isn’t it?”
He smiles.
“It’s you…but I can’t say the shorts and tanktop didn’t play at least a small part.”
His words make your heart skip a beat, and you smile softly.
“Even though they’ve got the cheesy Cupids on them?”
“Is this a safe space to admit that I kind of like—?”
“Nope,” you cut him off with a grin, kissing him again. “Not a safe place at all.”
He smiles against your lips, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close. His breath catches when your hand dips beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his hardening cock. You give a few slow, long strokes, and Clark’s head tilts back with a sigh.
“You’re already so worked up,” you chuckle, biting your lip when his hands come up to touch your breasts, thumb teasing your hardened buds.
“I know. You’ve got me this way.”
His hands smooth down to rest on your hips, then dip down beneath the waistband of your shorts to give your ass a firm squeeze. When he pulls his hands back, he lets one of them slip down between your legs, feeling the damp fabric resting there.
Your breath catches when his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing the fabric over it, creating the most delicious sensation. Every time the fabric pulls tighter against your core, you gasp, hips rocking forward.
“You look beautiful like this,” he whispers, unable to stop himself.
A small smile tugs at your lips, your cheeks heating up a bit as he leans forward and starts kissing at your jaw again. He lets out soft grunts in response to your hand stroking him to full hardness.
Soon, you pull your hand away and get off his lap, pushing your boyshorts down before getting back on top of him. He reaches down to line himself up with your entrance while his other hand rests gently on your hip.
You let out a shaky breath as you begin to sink down on his shaft, your walls stretching open around him. He leans back against the couch, his eyes glued to your expression, making sure that you’re not showing any signs of pain.
“S-Shit.”
Clark sighs when you stop about halfway down, both of his hands now on your hips, giving them a squeeze.
“You okay?”
You nod.
“Yeah. Just…still a bit of a stretch for me.”
He nods, his cock twitching as your walls tighten and loosen around him. It’s so hard not to move, but he holds off, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable first.
After another moment or two, you rise up slightly and sink back down, letting a soft moan slip from your lips. His eyes flutter shut, head tipping back for a moment at the feeling of your wet heat surrounding him.
“Golly,” he breathes, his grip tightening to help you move up and down. “Gosh, you feel…so tight…s-so good…”
“Mmm, Clark,” you sigh, your body beginning to bounce with the rhythm of your movements. “Love when you’re inside of me.”
His hips buck up slightly at your words, and when you tense slightly, his stomach drops. He hurt you.
“I-I’m so—“
“Do that again,” you gasp, looking down at him with a wild fire in your eyes. “Fuck, that felt amazing.”
He nods and bucks his hips up again, and again, and again, watching in fascination as you begin to move faster on top of him. Your breathing is short and you let out little whimpers and gasps each time his cock nudges against your g-spot. It drives Clark wild, and he quickens the movement of his hips to meet your pace, groaning softly when your insides grips him tighter.
“I’m getting close,” you breathe, your legs beginning to burn with the effort of moving on top of him, but you try to push through. “Touch m-me, Clark. Please.”
Of course, because he knows you so well, Clark can tell that you’re beginning to tire out. He hums, promptly resting his hands over your seat bones, giving your skin a squeeze.
“Do you want me to take over?”
You nod quickly, and he smiles, using his strength to move you up and down in the same rhythm while you settle your weight onto his hands.
“Is this better?” He asks, looking up at you with those baby blue puppy dog eyes of his.
“Y-Yes,” you breathe, nodding as you reach down to start touching yourself. “Oh god…Clark…”
“I know, I know…keep touching yourself, just like that,” he says, feeling his own orgasm quickly rising. “Love watching you make yourself feel good.”
His words send a jolt through your body, and you whimper softly, touching yourself faster. When your orgasm finally comes, your entire body tenses, and you let out a long moan as you hold onto his broad shoulders tightly to steady yourself.
“Ohhhh fuck!”
“Good girl.”
Clark keeps moving you up and down, taking you through your powerful peak, just barely holding back his own orgasm. But then, your constant clenching becomes too much, and he lifts you up off of him just before a groan escapes him.
You reach down to wrap your hand around him once more, and his eyes widen, breath hitching just before he falls over the edge. You watch with a small smile as his release paints your hand and arm with glorious streaks, enjoying the grunt that you earn with each stroke.
He shudders when he begins to come down, head falling back against the couch cushions. Your hand slows to a stop and you lift it up, admiring the unique pattern on your skin before your tongue trails each streak, humming at the taste of him.
“G-Gosh…”
You smile, leaning down to kiss him once he sets you back down in his lap, and he groans at the taste of himself in your mouth. When you pull back, Clark reaches up to wipe a bit of sweat from your forehead.
“I didn’t do a very good job of helping to keep you cool,” he says, smiling.
A soft, breathy chuckle escapes your lips, rocking your hips forward teasingly.
“I guess you’ll just have to try again, then…”
Clark’s smile widens at that.
“I guess so.”
(daily planet divider by saradika-graphics here on tumblr!)
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first off, happy 4th of july & 250 year anniversary to all my US friends! even though our current administration is doing pretty much everything they can to make it so that we don't get to our 300 year anniversary, I hope everyone has a good day!
I know I have been MIA for a little while (again) but it was not by choice, I promise. it's because I literally could not come up with any writing ideas to save my damn life 🙃
but!!
I finally managed to whip something up for clark that I think (hope) people will really like! keep an eye out for that to drop either tonight or tomorrow <3
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY ! let’s take this as a reminder that no matter what you identify as, no matter if you’re out of the closet or not, no matter if you’re still questioning, all of you are incredibly loved and i am so damn proud of you.
should I be doing classwork? yes.
am I creating more stress for myself later by writing this instead of doing said classwork? also yes.
worth it, though. enjoy <3
wc: 1.2k
warnings.
SMUT, no use of y/n, implied relationship, cowgirl position bc he likes looking up into your eyes 🥰, interrupted sex except you keep going while he's on the phone oopsie 🤭, kinda silly & playful (not super serious), mutual orgasms, cute ending.
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✧ ma & pa kent call at an...inopportune time. ✧
"S-Shoot..."
Clark groans softly, his head tipping back for a moment. Both of your hands are on his shoulders, nails digging into his white button-up as you move up and down on top of him. He barely even got through the front door before you were on him, not that he minds.
"Oh, god," you breathe, starting to swivel your hips a bit with each bounce. "You just looked so good today...could barely contain myself..."
He smiles, hands smoothing down over your hips to give your thighs a firm squeeze.
"Really? I couldn't tell."
You chuckle, replaying the memory of you pulling him into a hall closet today at the Daily Planet for a quick make-out session that may or may not have involved teased him to the point he had to stay behind for a minute to calm down...
"You loved it."
Clark reaches around to give your ass a quick little pinch, which earns him a little surprised gasp.
"I never said I didn't," he says. "I would be a very foolish man to complain about something like that."
You smile, leaning in to kiss him deeply as you begin to speed up your rhythm. He grunts against your lips, leaning up into the kiss. Just when he pulls back and looks up at you, lips slightly parted as if he's ready to say something...
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
"Just ignore it," you hum, nipping his bottom lip, but he's already reaching for it.
"Lemme just make sure..." he manages, looking at the caller ID. "It's Ma."
"Definitely ignore it, then," you chuckle. "You can call her back later."
Guilt flashes across Clark's face. He really hates missing Ma's calls, always worried that something is wrong, since they're getting a little older. You sigh at the sight, slowing to a stop on top of him.
"Go ahead and answer it."
"Are you--?"
"Just answer it, babe."
He nods, giving you a quick peck on the lips before picking up the call, lifting the phone to his ear.
"H-Hey, Ma," Clark says. "Listen, can I call you back in--"
"Clark? Pa needs help with the computer again."
He runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment. Oh boy.
"Uh," he looks up at you, already apologizing with his eyes. "...sure. I don't have much time but--"
"Hey, Clark, it's Pa. I'm trying to print somethin' out here but it's not giving me the option to print. How do I tell it to print?"
Clark lets out a soft sigh, looking up at the ceiling, not really wanting to look at you on top of him when he's talking to his Pa about computers. He starts to ask some questions, nodding along while Pa talks.
After a couple minutes, you rest your hands on his chest and hum softly, smirking as you begin to shift on top of him, testing the waters. His hand instantly grips your hip, silently pleading you to stay still.
But you're not really in much of a mood to make this easy on him. You're not mad at him for answering the call, not really, but you never said you were gonna stop while he talks...
When you rise up slightly and sit back down, his breath catches and his head immediately tilts forward until his eyes meet yours, slightly widened.
"Don't," he mouths, shaking his head.
You shrug, still smirking as you rise up and sit down again. A shiver runs down his spine at your mischievous smirk, and his hips instinctively thrust up against you, letting out a shaky breath.
"Clark? Clark, you still there? I think I got it saved as a, uh...PDF."
"Y-Yeah," he says into the phone, not taking his eyes off of you. "That's great, Pa. Now go to your desktop...a-and...and open the PDF."
You lean in so your lips are next to his open ear, letting out a soft whine in his ear.
"You're making me so hot, Clark," you whisper, your voice soft but sultry. "I love it when you talk PDFs with me."
He nearly chuckles, biting his lip to keep from making any incriminating noises as his grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly. His focus is slipping and he really hopes Pa won't ask about it, because he doesn't think he can come up with anything convincing as an excuse in his current situation.
"Okay, so I just gotta click the little printer picture at the top and it'll print?"
"Yes, Pa," Clark says in an almost suspiciously breathy way. "You'll p-probably have to select the--"
"Wait, now...which printer is it? Why are there so many to choose from? Do I gotta plug it in or somethin'?"
"No, no, it's wireless."
You chuckle softly as Clark holds the phone away from his ear for a moment, letting out a sigh, looking up at you as if to say save me before talking again.
"It s-should be an Inkjet printer, Pa. Should b-be the only one."
Your walls clench around him and your hand goes to wrap around his free wrist, guide his fingers to your clit, silently pleading for him to touch you. You're so close, rhythm beginning to get choppy and rushed.
His fingers begin to rub quick, firm circles, watching intently as you hold back sounds. He grunts softly when you tighten around him again, hips bucking up to meet yours.
"Fuck," you gasp as quietly as you can, eyebrows knitting in pleasure. "Oh, Clark..."
Clark holds his breath, watching intently as you fall apart on top of him. You feel so good, so hot and tight around him, and he knows he won't be able hold off.
"Pa, I need a sec, I'll be right--"
He clicks the mute button before even finishing his sentence, quickly tossing the phone aside and grabbing your hips, bouncing you on top of him with a deep moan. You gasp loudly, back arching as he moves you up and down quickly.
"Y-You're the worst," he breathes, leaning down to tuck his face against your breasts. "Oh gosh, I'm gonna come..."
You nod, fingers tangling in his hair. It only takes a few more seconds before he's tumbling over the edge, filling you up with a groan while his hips buck up erratically.
Once he lets go of your hips, the two of you simply stay still for a moment, just briefly basking in the afterglow of orgasm. He hums, pressing a few kisses to your nipples and breasts before leaning back with a soft sigh.
His lips tug up into a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded as he looks at you, taking in how you look on top of him. It's a view he'll never get tired of.
"Clark? Are you there? Did something happen?"
The soft sound of Pa's confused and concerned voice coming from his phone snap him out of it, and he quickly reaches over to unmute.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," he says, his cheeks flushed. "Sorry, I...h-had to help in the kitchen real quick. Did you find the printer?"
You smile, wrapping your arms around him and leaning forward, tucking your face against the side of his neck as he finishes up on the phone with Pa.
What an amazing man, you think to yourself.
And he's all yours.
(daily planet divider by saradika-graphics here on tumblr!)
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should I be doing classwork? yes.
am I creating more stress for myself later by writing this instead of doing said classwork? also yes.
worth it, though. enjoy <3
wc: 1.2k
warnings.
SMUT, no use of y/n, implied relationship, cowgirl position bc he likes looking up into your eyes 🥰, interrupted sex except you keep going while he's on the phone oopsie 🤭, kinda silly & playful (not super serious), mutual orgasms, cute ending.
clark kent taglist: @marvel-hiddles-stark @teeth-sheesh @starlit-whispers @kissmxcheek @starsmoon @averyhotchner @pinkgirlblogs @x-fanaccount1-x @mollymal @rynwritesstuff @froggypoggy222 @dreamreaperrr @sullyosully @marymustdie @dadwh0re @pumpkinspicedlove @emergencycontact @alwayslikekath @angelkisscherie
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✧ ma & pa kent call at an...inopportune time. ✧
"S-Shoot..."
Clark groans softly, his head tipping back for a moment. Both of your hands are on his shoulders, nails digging into his white button-up as you move up and down on top of him. He barely even got through the front door before you were on him, not that he minds.
"Oh, god," you breathe, starting to swivel your hips a bit with each bounce. "You just looked so good today...could barely contain myself..."
He smiles, hands smoothing down over your hips to give your thighs a firm squeeze.
"Really? I couldn't tell."
You chuckle, replaying the memory of you pulling him into a hall closet today at the Daily Planet for a quick make-out session that may or may not have involved teased him to the point he had to stay behind for a minute to calm down...
"You loved it."
Clark reaches around to give your ass a quick little pinch, which earns him a little surprised gasp.
"I never said I didn't," he says. "I would be a very foolish man to complain about something like that."
You smile, leaning in to kiss him deeply as you begin to speed up your rhythm. He grunts against your lips, leaning up into the kiss. Just when he pulls back and looks up at you, lips slightly parted as if he's ready to say something...
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
"Just ignore it," you hum, nipping his bottom lip, but he's already reaching for it.
"Lemme just make sure..." he manages, looking at the caller ID. "It's Ma."
"Definitely ignore it, then," you chuckle. "You can call her back later."
Guilt flashes across Clark's face. He really hates missing Ma's calls, always worried that something is wrong, since they're getting a little older. You sigh at the sight, slowing to a stop on top of him.
"Go ahead and answer it."
"Are you--?"
"Just answer it, babe."
He nods, giving you a quick peck on the lips before picking up the call, lifting the phone to his ear.
"H-Hey, Ma," Clark says. "Listen, can I call you back in--"
"Clark? Pa needs help with the computer again."
He runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment. Oh boy.
"Uh," he looks up at you, already apologizing with his eyes. "...sure. I don't have much time but--"
"Hey, Clark, it's Pa. I'm trying to print somethin' out here but it's not giving me the option to print. How do I tell it to print?"
Clark lets out a soft sigh, looking up at the ceiling, not really wanting to look at you on top of him when he's talking to his Pa about computers. He starts to ask some questions, nodding along while Pa talks.
After a couple minutes, you rest your hands on his chest and hum softly, smirking as you begin to shift on top of him, testing the waters. His hand instantly grips your hip, silently pleading you to stay still.
But you're not really in much of a mood to make this easy on him. You're not mad at him for answering the call, not really, but you never said you were gonna stop while he talks...
When you rise up slightly and sit back down, his breath catches and his head immediately tilts forward until his eyes meet yours, slightly widened.
"Don't," he mouths, shaking his head.
You shrug, still smirking as you rise up and sit down again. A shiver runs down his spine at your mischievous smirk, and his hips instinctively thrust up against you, letting out a shaky breath.
"Clark? Clark, you still there? I think I got it saved as a, uh...PDF."
"Y-Yeah," he says into the phone, not taking his eyes off of you. "That's great, Pa. Now go to your desktop...a-and...and open the PDF."
You lean in so your lips are next to his open ear, letting out a soft whine in his ear.
"You're making me so hot, Clark," you whisper, your voice soft but sultry. "I love it when you talk PDFs with me."
He nearly chuckles, biting his lip to keep from making any incriminating noises as his grip on your hip tightens ever so slightly. His focus is slipping and he really hopes Pa won't ask about it, because he doesn't think he can come up with anything convincing as an excuse in his current situation.
"Okay, so I just gotta click the little printer picture at the top and it'll print?"
"Yes, Pa," Clark says in an almost suspiciously breathy way. "You'll p-probably have to select the--"
"Wait, now...which printer is it? Why are there so many to choose from? Do I gotta plug it in or somethin'?"
"No, no, it's wireless."
You chuckle softly as Clark holds the phone away from his ear for a moment, letting out a sigh, looking up at you as if to say save me before talking again.
"It s-should be an Inkjet printer, Pa. Should b-be the only one."
Your walls clench around him and your hand goes to wrap around his free wrist, guide his fingers to your clit, silently pleading for him to touch you. You're so close, rhythm beginning to get choppy and rushed.
His fingers begin to rub quick, firm circles, watching intently as you hold back sounds. He grunts softly when you tighten around him again, hips bucking up to meet yours.
"Fuck," you gasp as quietly as you can, eyebrows knitting in pleasure. "Oh, Clark..."
Clark holds his breath, watching intently as you fall apart on top of him. You feel so good, so hot and tight around him, and he knows he won't be able hold off.
"Pa, I need a sec, I'll be right--"
He clicks the mute button before even finishing his sentence, quickly tossing the phone aside and grabbing your hips, bouncing you on top of him with a deep moan. You gasp loudly, back arching as he moves you up and down quickly.
"Y-You're the worst," he breathes, leaning down to tuck his face against your breasts. "Oh gosh, I'm gonna come..."
You nod, fingers tangling in his hair. It only takes a few more seconds before he's tumbling over the edge, filling you up with a groan while his hips buck up erratically.
Once he lets go of your hips, the two of you simply stay still for a moment, just briefly basking in the afterglow of orgasm. He hums, pressing a few kisses to your nipples and breasts before leaning back with a soft sigh.
His lips tug up into a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded as he looks at you, taking in how you look on top of him. It's a view he'll never get tired of.
"Clark? Are you there? Did something happen?"
The soft sound of Pa's confused and concerned voice coming from his phone snap him out of it, and he quickly reaches over to unmute.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here," he says, his cheeks flushed. "Sorry, I...h-had to help in the kitchen real quick. Did you find the printer?"
You smile, wrapping your arms around him and leaning forward, tucking your face against the side of his neck as he finishes up on the phone with Pa.
What an amazing man, you think to yourself.
And he's all yours.
(daily planet divider by saradika-graphics here on tumblr!)
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heyyyyy, happy sunday! I'm absolutely drowning in summer classwork, but inspiration struck and I had to get this out for my lovely friends! thanks for sticking with me and I promise I'll try to keep popping in with short pieces whenever inspiration comes <3
wc: 853
warnings.
SMUT, semi-public sex, use of the nickname "kid" (only at the end), quickie, dirty talk, creampie, reader is not allowed to cum (oop).
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✧ private jet bathroom sex with scott miller. ✧
Bathroom. Now.
It’s a simple enough text, straightforward and without any flourishes. Just like its sender.
Some of the company stakeholders had given you, Javi, Scott and the rest of the team access to a private jet for the trip to Oklahoma for the upcoming chase. It’s nice, really nice, and perhaps most importantly, the bathrooms are private.
At least, to Scott, it was the most important thing. He doesn’t get to see you as much in the off season, except when you come in to the office every now and then, and it’s usually only for a meeting. He has been hungry for you, eager to see you, and now he has his chance.
Plus, who doesn’t want to join the mile high club?
You sigh as you get up and head back to the bathroom. Before you can even pull your phone out to text, the lock clicks, and you look around for a moment before slipping inside.
He’s on you the moment the door is yanked closed and locked again, his hands gripping your hips firmly, mouth latching to your neck. His teeth scrape against your skin and you shudder when he lets out a soft grunt into your neck, his hips rolling forward slightly.
“Keep that mouth quiet,” he says huskily. “I know that’s something you struggle with, but practice makes perfect, and you haven’t had to practice in a while.”
You huff.
“And who says I haven’t?”
His face falls and his darkening eyes instantly meet yours in the reflection of the mirror. Clearly he didn’t find that idea amusing or acceptable, and you can tell by the way his fingers dig harder into your hips that you’ll pay for that smartass comment later.
He’s right, of course. You haven’t “practiced” with him in a while, and you didn’t sleep with anyone else on the off-season. How could you, when you have someone like Scott, who has all but ruined mediocre guys for you?
Nothing but the best, as he’d say, though you’d never agree with him out loud.
Your front is suddenly pushed forward against the sink and your hands instinctively land on the mirror to catch yourself. He reaches around to undo your pants with a disturbing lack of effort, and they’re pooled around your ankles seconds later.
His belt is undone and his pants are pulled down just enough to free himself. You watch as he gives himself a few quick, rough strokes, his hips already rocking forward against his hand. The sight has you biting your lip, knowing that he probably hasn’t fucked anyone since last time.
Your eyes widen when he lines up and pushes in without hesitation or warning, punching a gasp from your chest. He lets a soft groan slip from between his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to move his hips.
Your mouth opens and he immediately reaches forward, putting his palm over your mouth just as a moan slips out.
“Hush,” he says sternly. “Don’t make me shove my fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.”
That makes you moan, and he smirks ever so slightly.
“I should have known you’d like that. Such a dirty girl.”
His hand comes down on your bare ass cheek just as his hips increase their speed twofold. Your eyes widen, then roll back in your head at the feeling.
“Arch your back,” Scott says, putting one hand on your shoulder and holding firmly. “Mmm…good. That’s it.”
Your body jerks back and forth with the rhythm of his hips, and you let out soft sounds against his palm, unable to help yourself. He chuckles breathily when you moan.
“Mmm…”
Scott’s orgasm is close, you can tell, and you go to reach down between your legs…but he stops you.
“Ah ah ah,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’ve earned the privilege to come.”
Your eyes open and you look back at him through the mirror’s reflection, seeing his smirk widen ever so slightly. He doesn’t say anything, instead increasing his pace until his hips are slamming against your ass.
You try to pull away from his hand, wanting to say something, to beg, but he won’t let you. His cock twitches between your walls and you let out a cry of frustration as he presses his hips flush against your ass with a choked groan.
He sighs, head tipping back as he rides out his high. You squirm beneath him, trying to get some friction to save your dying orgasm, and he just laughs breathily.
Scott pulls out and tugs his pants back up, buckling his belt. You’re still catching your breath, but you turn around to look at him properly.
“Scott…p-please…”
He chuckles, giving your head a little pat.
“Maybe this’ll teach you not to be a little smartass before I fuck you,” he says, smacking your ass one more time. “Take it easy, kid.“
You huff and quickly pull your pants back up, watching as he walks out of the small plane bathroom as if nothing happened.
Fuck…
You already can’t wait until next time.
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U have no idea how excited i was to see your notification pop up omg!
you're so sweet!! it's not my best work lol but it was nice to have some creative inspiration again :) hopefully I'll be able to keep posting blurbs here and there, I'm definitely gonna try!!
*pops head in*
heyyyyy, happy sunday! I'm absolutely drowning in summer classwork, but inspiration struck and I had to get this out for my lovely friends! thanks for sticking with me and I promise I'll try to keep popping in with short pieces whenever inspiration comes <3
wc: 853
warnings.
SMUT, semi-public sex, use of the nickname "kid" (only at the end), quickie, dirty talk, creampie, reader is not allowed to cum (oop).
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✧ private jet bathroom sex with scott miller. ✧
Bathroom. Now.
It’s a simple enough text, straightforward and without any flourishes. Just like its sender.
Some of the company stakeholders had given you, Javi, Scott and the rest of the team access to a private jet for the trip to Oklahoma for the upcoming chase. It’s nice, really nice, and perhaps most importantly, the bathrooms are private.
At least, to Scott, it was the most important thing. He doesn’t get to see you as much in the off season, except when you come in to the office every now and then, and it’s usually only for a meeting. He has been hungry for you, eager to see you, and now he has his chance.
Plus, who doesn’t want to join the mile high club?
You sigh as you get up and head back to the bathroom. Before you can even pull your phone out to text, the lock clicks, and you look around for a moment before slipping inside.
He’s on you the moment the door is yanked closed and locked again, his hands gripping your hips firmly, mouth latching to your neck. His teeth scrape against your skin and you shudder when he lets out a soft grunt into your neck, his hips rolling forward slightly.
“Keep that mouth quiet,” he says huskily. “I know that’s something you struggle with, but practice makes perfect, and you haven’t had to practice in a while.”
You huff.
“And who says I haven’t?”
His face falls and his darkening eyes instantly meet yours in the reflection of the mirror. Clearly he didn’t find that idea amusing or acceptable, and you can tell by the way his fingers dig harder into your hips that you’ll pay for that smartass comment later.
He’s right, of course. You haven’t “practiced” with him in a while, and you didn’t sleep with anyone else on the off-season. How could you, when you have someone like Scott, who has all but ruined mediocre guys for you?
Nothing but the best, as he’d say, though you’d never agree with him out loud.
Your front is suddenly pushed forward against the sink and your hands instinctively land on the mirror to catch yourself. He reaches around to undo your pants with a disturbing lack of effort, and they’re pooled around your ankles seconds later.
His belt is undone and his pants are pulled down just enough to free himself. You watch as he gives himself a few quick, rough strokes, his hips already rocking forward against his hand. The sight has you biting your lip, knowing that he probably hasn’t fucked anyone since last time.
Your eyes widen when he lines up and pushes in without hesitation or warning, punching a gasp from your chest. He lets a soft groan slip from between his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to move his hips.
Your mouth opens and he immediately reaches forward, putting his palm over your mouth just as a moan slips out.
“Hush,” he says sternly. “Don’t make me shove my fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.”
That makes you moan, and he smirks ever so slightly.
“I should have known you’d like that. Such a dirty girl.”
His hand comes down on your bare ass cheek just as his hips increase their speed twofold. Your eyes widen, then roll back in your head at the feeling.
“Arch your back,” Scott says, putting one hand on your shoulder and holding firmly. “Mmm…good. That’s it.”
Your body jerks back and forth with the rhythm of his hips, and you let out soft sounds against his palm, unable to help yourself. He chuckles breathily when you moan.
“Mmm…”
Scott’s orgasm is close, you can tell, and you go to reach down between your legs…but he stops you.
“Ah ah ah,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’ve earned the privilege to come.”
Your eyes open and you look back at him through the mirror’s reflection, seeing his smirk widen ever so slightly. He doesn’t say anything, instead increasing his pace until his hips are slamming against your ass.
You try to pull away from his hand, wanting to say something, to beg, but he won’t let you. His cock twitches between your walls and you let out a cry of frustration as he presses his hips flush against your ass with a choked groan.
He sighs, head tipping back as he rides out his high. You squirm beneath him, trying to get some friction to save your dying orgasm, and he just laughs breathily.
Scott pulls out and tugs his pants back up, buckling his belt. You’re still catching your breath, but you turn around to look at him properly.
“Scott…p-please…”
He chuckles, giving your head a little pat.
“Maybe this’ll teach you not to be a little smartass before I fuck you,” he says, smacking your ass one more time. “Take it easy, kid.“
You huff and quickly pull your pants back up, watching as he walks out of the small plane bathroom as if nothing happened.
Fuck…
You already can’t wait until next time.
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Dirty Little Secret - Divorced!Scott Miller x Reader
Divorced!Scott Miller x Reader
Summary: When your intuition leads you astray during a storm chase, data is lost. Scott, feeling angry and fed up, comes to your motel room afterward to show you exactly how he feels.
Tags: Scott and reader are divorced, NSFW (18+), hatefucking, unprotected pinv, creampie, dirty talk, name-calling, humiliation, Scott's happy trail (obvi), arguing, Scott is a boob guy, nipple sucking
Word Count: 3k
The rain is pitter-pattering against the car in strong, steady droplets. They dot the windshield and collect in the car’s nooks and crannies as you drive along the road. The wind is strong, and you hold the steering wheel steady against it as it whips against the side of the truck. Your brows are furrowed in concentration. You’re focused, locked the hell in, and ready for anything.
“Hit the gas. We’re falling behind,” comes a familiar voice from your right. Your grip on the wheel tightens.
“I’m right behind Javi–”
“You’re about to go uphill, hit the gas,” Scott says again. You glare at him, then press on the pedal and peel ahead down the muddy road.
“Sorry, did you wanna drive instead?”
“I wouldn’t mind it,” he says.
“We both know you’re too anxious for that.”
“I absolutely am not–”
“Shut up, you’re distracting me,” you huff, turning up the windshield wipers and adjusting yourself in the seat. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Scott shake his head and clench his jaw. “So fucking bossy,” you mutter.
“At least one of us knows what they’re doing,” Scott says casually. You smack his arm.
“Stop talking,” you tell him again. “Can’t fucking see in this rain, I don’t need you in my ear at the same time.”
He says nothing else, instead leaning forward in his seat. Suddenly, the storm up ahead seems to change course. You squint, then blink, then reach for your earpiece.
“Javi,” you say into the mic, “go left.”
“What?” Scott says. “Why would we–?”
“Go left, go left!” you say. Javi’s truck veers to the left, and your heart races in your chest. “It’s moving around. You see it, right?”
“I see it,” Javi says back.
“That’s not enough of a change to make a difference,” Scott says sharply. “You’re gonna make us lose it.”
“I’m not gonna make us do anything,” you say firmly. “I can just tell that–”
“Don’t do that,” Scott talks over you.
“--It’s gonna change course, I feel it–”
“How many times have we done this song and dance?” Scott snaps. “It works less than half the time.”
You say nothing, instead pressing on the gas to stay on Javi’s tail. Scott says your name, sharp and angry.
“You’re being ridiculous,” he says, then reaches for his earpiece.
“Don’t listen to her,” he tells Javi. You whip your head to glare at him. “It’s not moving at a sharp enough angle, the path we were on was perfect–”
“Javi, I’m serious–”
“You two need to pull it together, we’re almost on it. Which way am I going?”
“Right!”
“Left!”
Javi’s truck visibly swerves right for a moment, then suddenly goes left in the direction you suggested. Scott slams his hand against the door of the car as you follow behind Javi.
“We won’t be close enough!” he says. You stare straight ahead as you approach the storm. Javi pulls aside and gets out to drop down the radar machine. You drive along a bit further, then put the car in park and unbuckle quickly. Scott is shaking his head furiously as he gets out, too.
“What’s the matter with you!?” he shouts over the wind as you work together to drop down the radar machine. You glance at him, at his angry face, the bulging muscles in his arms, the soaked shirt clinging to his chest. He gestures behind you. Then, you turn and look back at the storm as Scott announces that Scarecrow is down to Javi.
Your stomach drops.
Damn your depth perception. Damn your gut for misguiding you. Damn Javi for listening to you.
The storm has returned to its original course, and you’re no longer in a good position for it to pass over the radar machine in an effective manner. Fuck. Fuck.
Scott is hurrying back to the car, and you curse under your breath as your cheeks get hot. Javi is talking in your earpiece, saying something about how there isn’t enough time to haul the machines back up and move ahead, that it’ll have to just collect what it collects, that whatever happens it’s okay, that you guys will have another chance. That it’s okay.
You get back into the driver seat and buckle up before pulling away to follow Javi. Scott is shaking his head again. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, and when you see the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears have flushed, you clench your jaw. He’s angry. He’s pissed. He’s fucking livid.
“-- and I told you it wasn’t a good idea!” you tune back in as he talks. “You don’t listen. You don’t listen to anyone but yourself, you do whatever the hell you want even if it’ll cost us.”
“I get it,” you hear yourself say, embarrassment washing over you.
“Do you? Do you really? That’s what you say every time, I’ve heard it over and over and over.”
Javi talks in the earpiece again as the storm passes. You feel hot and shaky as you drive along, as you move away from the storm and its effects. Scott mutters to himself as he looks at the small bit of data you were able to collect from today’s botched adventure. You tune him out as best you can, but you feel angry – like an exposed nerve being touched every single time Scott says something.
You pull into the parking lot of the motel as the gray clouds move overhead. Scott gets out the moment the car is parked, and he slams the door on his way as he mumbles something along the lines of today being pointless.
Fury swells in your chest, this having been the final straw after a humiliating car ride.
“Say it to my face,” you call after him, getting out of the car and fumbling for your room key. Scott pauses, glancing back at you.
“What?” he asks.
“Whatever you just said. Say it to my face,” you say as the other StormPar cars roll in. Javi approaches the two of you – you, mostly, because he knows you all too well, and he feels badly for putting you with Scott in the first place. If only he hadn’t been working with a new hire, he could’ve ridden with his partner and had him all to himself. Lucky him.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Javi says before Scott can respond. Javi puts his hand on your shoulder. “No one’s mad at you. It happens.”
You don’t take your eyes off of Scott.
“She ruined today’s chase,” Scott says, quietly enough for Javi and Javi only to hear. “Stop babying her, she’s a big girl.”
“Fuck you,” you snap, emotion swelling. Javi steps between you and Scott, blocking him from your vision. He says your name soft and kind. You look at him finally.
“Go calm down,” Javi says to you. “Take a breather.”
You open your mouth to speak, then storm towards your room, key in-hand. You hear footsteps, then Javi saying, “Leave her, man.”
You unlock the door, step inside, slam the door behind you, and lean down to untie your boots. You set them next to the door to dry, then smooth your hands over your hair as you let out a shaky breath. With trembling hands, you reach for the buttons of your shirt to undo them and remove it. The talking outside your room has quieted. Five minutes have passed since you snapped at Scott, and you sniffle as you toss your StormPar shirt aside.
Knock, knock, knock.
You startle slightly, then lean up on your tip-toes to peer through the peephole. Anger roars in your gut once more. Of course Scott’s back for more.
“Go away.”
“No.”
“I’m serious,” you warn, reaching for the door handle. You swallow harshly. “I-I’m serious.”
“I know,” he says. “Let me in.”
You yank the door open suddenly, inhaling as you do. You glare at him with eyes that he could get lost in, and Scott takes a step forward.
“Back up,” you say. He doesn’t. “Back up–”
“What is your problem?” he asks.
“My problem? What is my problem? What’s your problem!?” you ask as he steps inside. You close and lock the door behind him. “You embarrassed me in front of Javi.”
“You embarrassed yourself,” Scott says, looking you over and taking in your tear-stained cheeks. “You need to get your priorities straight.”
“Is that what this is? You came here to give me a motivational speech?”
“I came here to tell you that Javi feels bad,” Scott snaps. You pause.
“What?”
“He feels bad for you. You should probably text him and tell him you’re fine.”
You huff softly. Fucking Javi. Poor, kind-hearted, well-intentioned Javi.
“Okay. I will. You can go now.”
Scott says your name, then. It’s low. Dangerous. Riddled with lust. You glance at his crotch, then scoff.
“You’re a fuckin’ freak, you know that?” you say sharply. He takes a step towards you.
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Scott says. “I know you too well.”
“Not well enough,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. When you do, your cleavage is made visible due to the low-cut tank top you’re wearing. Scott takes another step forward.
“You’re an idiot, you know,” he says. It’s got no bite behind it. Your eye twitches.
“And you’re a dick,” you say, leaning back against the wall. “You have some nerve coming in here after the way you talked to me.”
“Maybe,” Scott says, taking hold of your wrists and pinning you against the wall you’re already leaning against. “Or maybe I just know how to get you to calm down. I’m doing you a favor, really.”
“Oh, so I should be thanking you, huh?” you ask, heat blooming between your thighs as Scott’s big hands hold you.
“That’s the idea,” he says. He looks you over hungrily. You are silent for a few moments, weighing your options. You want him, there’s no doubt about that. But you’re also embarrassed, and angry, and absolutely boiling over with the desire to let him have it. You give him a challenging look.
“Make me,” you dare him. Scott smirks, then lowers his head to nip at your throat. You inhale sharply, eyes fluttering as his grip on your wrists tightens. He keeps you pinned firmly against the wall and fits his knee between your thighs.
“Mm. You’re warm,” he hums. Your hands clench into fists and you push against him. He keeps you pinned firmly, though, and presses his body against yours.
“It’s summertime,” you manage. Scott laughs at your pathetic attempt to explain away the heat radiating from you.
“Right. I suppose that’s the reason you’re humping my leg, too?”
You still your hips, which you didn’t even realize were moving in the first place.
“I’m not humping you,” you say sharply. Scott takes hold of the hem of your tank top and tugs it up over your head to reveal your breasts, which are nestled in your bra. He unclips your bra and tosses that aside too.
“Mm, lookit these,” Scott sighs, lowering his head to lip and nip at your boobs. You bite your lip and wiggle your hips against him intentionally this time. “So pretty. Best tits I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re easy,” you tease breathlessly. You try to reach for his hair, but his hands are still tight around your wrists. “Let me go. Wanna touch you.”
“Mm mm,” he hums. “So pretty pinned against the wall…”
“Perv,” you sigh as he tongues at your nipple. Scott pulls away after a moment, then begins to unbutton his shirt. You take the opportunity to shoo his hands away and do it yourself, and he smirks softly as you undo the buttons and push the shirt down his arms. Scott tugs his undershirt off, and you touch his pecs as you look him over.
You stare at him shamelessly, taking in the trail of dark hair starting at his navel and continuing down into his pants. You run your fingers along it, humming as you do.
“Like what you see?” Scott asks as he tugs you towards the bed and shoves you down onto it. Your breasts bounce and he tugs your pants down.
“Shut up,” you tell him as you wiggle out of your pants and underwear, leaving you totally nude on the bed. Scott goes to get on top of you, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “Lose your pants.”
He smirks again.
“And you say I’m the bossy one,” he says as he kicks off his boots, then undoes his zipper and pushes his pants down. You bite your lip when he removes his underwear. His cock is hard and throbbing and leaking at the tip, and you spread your legs.
“You are bossy,” you say as he gets on top of you once more. Scott takes hold of his cock and guides it to your dripping entrance.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Scott breathes as he presses the tip in. You inhale sharply, clenching around him and he grunts. “She’s sucking me in, need it bad, hm?”
You give his hand a tug.
“Stop fucking talking and get in me,” you warn. “Or I can take care of this myself.”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Scott says as he pushes the rest of the way in. “We both know your vibrator won’t do the trick when the real thing’s right here.”
You hate that he’s right. You hate that he knows it.
“Fuck,” you sigh as he pushes in all the way. You hold onto his strong arms and give his biceps a squeeze. “Move, Scott.”
“I should really make you ask nicely, you know.”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckles, then starts to rock his hips. His cock slides in and out of you, slowly at first then getting gradually faster. You sigh softly, brows furrowing in pleasure. Your hold on him tightens.
“Faster,” you moan quietly. Your breasts bounce with the force of Scott’s thrusts, and you moan sharply when he leans down to nip at your right boob. “Fuck, be gentle!”
“You don’t like gentle,” Scott says. “You and I both know that.”
You moan again when he sucks your nipple into his mouth and lets his teeth graze over you. Your core is soaked and hot and clenching around his cock like a vice, holding onto him like it needs him. Scott knows it, too, and you hate that he does. You hate that he has this effect on you, but the truth is that he understands you in a way no one else does.
That’s what being together for years gets you, you suppose.
Scott says something, but you’re so lost in thought that you don’t catch it. You open your eyes to meet his, which are darkened from lust.
“Huh?” you manage. He chuckles.
“I s-said you should…Fuck…Probably thank me, now.”
Your brows furrow and you roll your eyes. Of course. He wants his ego stroked.
“Why would I do that?” you ask sharply, still gripping his strong arms as he pounds you into the mattress. Each sharp, deep thrust makes his cock rub up against your g-spot, and you grunt quietly at the feeling.
“Because you’re not coming unless you do,” he says. You glare at him.
“Fuck you.”
“Go on,” Scott breathes. His thrusts are getting sloppy, which is a telltale sign that he’s getting close to his climax. “I know you can do it. Be a good girl.”
“D-Don’t fucking talk to me like that.”
Scott’s fingers find your clit, and you gasp at the feeling of him touching you. He rubs your sensitive bud in tight, skilled circles as you groan and wiggle your hips. Your pussy clenches again, squeezing him and making him grunt.
“I’m being so nice,” Scott sighs. “Gonna let you come. Just thank me for making you feel good.”
You throw your head back, teetering right on the edge of orgasm. Your body is hot and tense and ready to explode with pleasure. You cry out, lips parting.
“T-Thank you,” you manage, voice high and needy. Scott kisses you. It’s deep and wet and messy, and you moan against his mouth as you fall right over the edge. Your climax washes over you like a wave of heat, a blanket of warmth. You moan and sigh, tears welling up in your eyes as Scott reaches his own orgasm and fucks his seed deep inside of you.
“Fuck,” you breathe as his hips slow to a stop. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you catch your breath, and you loosen your grip on his biceps as he stills his hips. His lips are parted, sweat beads at his hairline, and his checks have flushed. You touch his cheek.
Scott hums, then pulls out of you.
“How was that, princess?” he asks, moving back and reaching for his underwear. You roll your eyes and sit up.
“And just like that, I’m all dried up,” you say, still catching your breath. Scott hums as he pulls his underwear and pants on. He buttons and zips them, then reaches for his undershirt. You stare shamelessly as he gets re-dressed. He pulls on his StormPar shirt and begins to button it up.
You should say something, you know that. He humiliated you, made you look like an idiot in front of Javi, but something tells you that now isn’t the time. He looks so handsome and worn-out, and something deep inside of you aches to kiss him once more before he goes.
Scott tucks his shirt in and pulls his boots on, then glances back at you as he starts towards the door.
“Get some rest,” he says. You nod, letting out a soft, tired breath.
“Yeah,” you say.
“Don’t forget to text Javi,” he says, smoothing his hair down. “He thinks you’re in hysterics.”
“Okay,” you say, reaching for your phone. Scott stares at your nude form for a few seconds longer, then reaches for the door handle.
“I’ll see you,” he says, then leaves without another word.
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Author's Note: This is the first installment in my divorced Scott & Reader oneshot series! I'd like to thank @corens0ups for enabling and encouraging me to write this AU over the past few months, and @avastarred for inspiring me with her fantastic Dad!Scott series. I am so lucky :'))
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