warnings: p in v, oral (m receiving), finishing, handjob.
you walked into the living room, wearing your lavender-ish babydoll dress nightgown [like a fembot/gynoid!!], and clark was sitting on the couch. you walked in front of the couch,
“hey, baby..” you said, looking down at him.
“oh my– hello to you too,” he responded, his hands reaching out to grab your waist, “what are you doing?”
you pulled his hands off of your waist and held them instead in yours, “come with me to the bedroom and you’ll find out..” you tried pulling him off of the couch.
“why not right here?’ he said, patting his lap.
“hmm– alright.” you obliged, kneeling before him, you began pulling down his pants and boxers. you wrapped your hand around his tall and erect cock, spitting on it. you then grabbed his hand, placing it around his cock, “how about you start working on this for me?” you asked him. he began moving up and down on his cock slowly while you started removing your nightgown.
“fuck–” he said, his motions speeding up seeing the sight of your tits.
you scooted closer to him, now putting your own hand on his cock, licking the tip like a lollipop occasionally. your strokes were slow, trying to tease him, your licks making him shake slightly everytime with pleasure.
you fully wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, sucking and licking as your stroked the bottom half, he threw his head back against the couch, his hands resting on the cushions, squeezing them slightly.
you stopped and removed your hand from his cock, climbing onto the couch and into his lap,
“mm– really?” he asked, his hands moving to find your waist once again.
you began kissing him, on his face and neck, while his hands were helping to line you up with his cock, moving you up and down.
you buried your face in his neck, moaning in pleasure as his cock was deep in you.
his hands moved to your bottom, holding on as he kept moving you up and down, “you feel so– good–” he said, whimpering.
you took your face out of his neck, throwing your head back as you began to ride him faster, your hands finding his shoulders for support, while his began roaming all over your body, rubbing and squeezing your tits.
you looked at his, “how about you lay down instead, baby?” you asked him, slowing down.
he moved his hands to your waist once more, lifting you up as he laid himself down, pulling you onto him again.
you lined yourself up with his cock once more, gripping the couch cushions as you began riding him again.
clark watched as your tits bounced up and down with each movement you made on his cock, the sight bringing even more pleasure, combined with the feeling of your tight cunt.
“you’re so beautiful, fuck– i love you.” he said, his hands finding their way all over your body.
your pussy began to clench around his cock, pleasure building up inside of you. you closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling.
small whimper-y moans left your mouth, as your climax finally came, spilling and coating his cock in your juices.
he watched as you rode out your high, his soon following, the tip of his swollen cock spewing inside you.
“oh my g- clark, fuck,” you began regaining your breath, “mm–” you got off his cock, laying your head on his chest as he began rubbing your back.
it was christmas morning, and you woke up next to clark. as always of course. he turned over, looking at you, until you opened your eyes.
“good morning, clark.” you said, smiling from the eye contact.
“good morning.” he responded, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer. “merry christmas!”
“merry christmas—” you groaned into his chest, uninterested.
“what’s that for?” he asked, pulling your face back to look at you, “are you not excited?”
“i’m not a kid anymore clark, i mean christmas doesn’t really matter that much anymore.” you said, laying down on your back now, closing your eyes.
“hey— hey, we can still do christmas-y things! like go see the lights, or watch movies and drink hot chocolate!” he said, rubbing your upper chest.
“i guess, maybe later,” you said, “right now i just want to sleep.” you said, turning over once again, facing away from him.
“are you sure,” he asked, “i can’t wake you up?” he said, wrapping himself around you again, his front laid against your back.
“how so?” you questioned him.
his hand started traveling downwards, moving up your long shirt of his that you were wearing. he began pulling down your panties, throwing them beside the bed, his hand meeting your cunt once again.
his finger traveled to your clit, rubbing it first, then moving inside of your now wet pussy, in and out.
you threw your head back, hitting his shoulder, “mm— clark.”
he soon added in another finger, filling you up even more, continuing his motions.
his fingers were slamming into you, each hit rewarded with a moan as he was kissing your neck.
“i love you, baby,” he said in a bit of a soft whisper, his lips traveling closer to your ear.
your pussy was clenching around his fingers, pulsing as it sprayed over his hand, wetness dripping down.
he gave you one last kiss on your next before gently pulling his fingers out and laying you on your back again.
“let me clean you up now.” he said, positioning his face between your legs now, lifting up your legs.
he gave your clit a rub with his thumb, stimulating the area again. then his lips met with your cunt, kissing it, then kissing all over your inner thighs, and then your cunt once more, beginning to suck it. his tongue traveled inside of you, the feeling driving you crazy.
your hands went to the pillow beneath your head, squeezing it as he continued to go down on you. his was licking all over, his tongue moving up and down on your clit, creating an even better feeling.
all you could do is whimper and involuntarily squirm, but his hands stayed firm on your legs, holding you in place. he kept putting in the work on your tired cunt.
he moved his attention back to moving his tongue in and out of you again, sucking as he did so. he looked up at you, the look of intense pleasure on your face driving him to go faster, his sped up his motions, his face buried deep into your folds.
your hand shot to his head, grabbing onto his hair tightly, guiding his head back and forth at your perfect pace, helping you finish.
your pussy began dripping all over him once again, all over his face. he licked up everything he could, pulling his face back and looking at you.
“merry christmas,” he said, going to the bathroom to wash off his face before returning to bed with you again. “awake now?”
christmas challengers. (for the hayden and david lovers like i)
warnings: threesome, oral (m receiving), cock stroking, p in v, finishing.
both you, clark, and stephen all worked for the daily planet. doing your best to pump out the best stories, stephen was great at it, and clark was great at getting those superman interviews.. you all hung out quite a lot as a trio, going to bars, game nights at your apartment, anything really. and tonight was no different, you invited both clark and stephen to your apartment to come hangout. it was the weekend before christmas after all, you guys wanted to spend some festive-y time together!
you bought the best wine that you could afford, so it wasn’t really the best wine, you also bought stuff for a charcuterie board, and some other yummy snacks. clark arrived first, eating grapes with you in the kitchen, until stephen came knocking on your door, monopoly in hand.
“i hope this is okay, you know i love monopoly.” stephen said, entering your apartment.
“it’s fine, as long as i can be the top hat!” you teased, placing the board game down on your coffee table. “hungry?” you asked him.
“yeah, i could eat,” he answered, taking the cheese covered cracker you offered him. “tastes good.” he said, his words muffled by the food in his mouth.
you grabbed three wine glasses from your cupboard, setting them down on your counter, raising your eyebrow at clark and stephen, signaling an ask of if they want some wine.
“i’m good, water works for me.” clark said.
“uh— i’ll take a little bit.” stephen said, setting down the handful of grapes he was holding.
you handed him his wine filled glass, bringing your own to the living room as well.
“well, are you guys ready to play?” you asked, opening up the box of monopoly, they both nodded in response.
you handed everyone their monopoly money, and the characters of their choosing.
the game went on as usual; anger, happiness, defeat, bankruptcy. you and stephen both had a few glasses of wine, emptying your new bottle actually. clark had just water, and a little bit of juice from your fridge. everyone finished the charcuterie board collectively.
“that was— fun i guess.” clark said, a little upset he lost.
“it was most definitely fun, clark.” stephen said, being a braggart due to his win.
“yeah, yeah, it was fun, congratulations steve, as always.” you said, picking up all of the money and pieces.
“what should we do now?” clark asked.
“clean up, that’s always fun, right?” you said, getting up.
you put all of the monopoly pieces back in the box, closing it up. then you grabbed all of the empty glasses, and dirty plates, carrying them into the kitchen, clark followed while steve stayed sat on your couch.
“thank you, clark!” you said, taking the dishes he offered you.
“of course, y/n. need any help?” he asked you.
“i mean, i’m just gonna clean these later, or tomorrow.. so no, it’s okay.” you responded, laughing nervously.
“should we all watch a movie now?” steve asked.
“sure.” you and clark say in unison, heading back to the couch. you sat yourself between steve and clark, you all three sharing a blanket.
“wait— before you start the movie, let me grab some popcorn.” you said, soon returning with a popcorn filled bowl.
“more food, delicious.” clark said, patting the open seat next to him. you sat down, your shoulders touching both clark and stephen’s.
steve put on a movie (you can imagine any movie, i’m blanking right now honestly.) and you all three began to relax!
you laid your head on clark’s shoulder, eating popcorn and watching the movie, it wasn’t weird at all, you guys were all pretty close.
you looked up at him, he was focusing on the movie, you were focusing on him, and being this close to his face, and all of the drinking you did.. it made you think. then you looked over at steve, he was looking at you, but he quickly diverted his eyes back to the movie when you both made eye contact.
you were just a little confused, you never saw your friends in this light, but damn, were they looking good right now. i mean, you knew they were attractive, but have you ever thought about them in this way? no. i mean, maybe there was always some tension. or maybe it was just the drink getting to you. your mind was racing.
you moved your hand onto clark’s chest, rubbing it slightly, he looked down at you, a little confused. you moved your hand to his jaw.
“can i try something?” you asked, your words low.
“sure—“ he said, getting cut off by your kiss. steve sat there watching, a little shocked.
clark kissed you back, his hands cupping your face, the kiss deepening.
“uh— guys?” steve said, setting the bowl of popcorn down on your coffee table.
you pulled away from the kiss, looking at steve, your face growing closer to him now.
“can i try something with you too?” you asked him.
he didn’t even answer, he just placed a kiss on your lips first.
you kissed him back, you deepened the kiss this time, before pulling away.
you turned back to clark, kissing him instead, climbing into his lap to continue the kiss. you waved at steve, signaling for him to come closer, he scooted over next to clark.
you pulled back, “steve?”
“yeah?” he asked.
“do you wanna join in?” you asked him in return.
“i guess— why not..” he answered.
you continued your kiss with clark, your hand traveling down to steves print, rubbing it, as your rubbed yourself on clark back and forth. steve eventually unbuttoned his pants, his boxers falling down with them. you got up, kneeling before clark, unbuttoning and removing his bottom layers as well. you laid a lick on the tip of his cock, wrapping your hand around steve’s.
you began bobbing your head up and down on clark’s length, your hand moving up and down on steve’s as he watched, using his pre-cum as a lubricant to help. clark threw his head back, his hand rested on your head.
you continued to lick and suck all over clark’s cock, moving your hand up and down fastly on steve’s. steve came rather quickly, after about three minutes, his whimpers and moans only turned you on even more.
“i’m sorry” he said through his orgasm, his words a little shaky.
you just looked up at him, your lips still wrapped around the pleasure filled clark’s cock. his eyes were full of lust, both of his hands rested on your head, moving it up and down as he pleased.
after a few more minutes clark shot up into your throat, holding your head down as he drained himself into you.
“fuck.” he said, looking at you, removing your mouth from him.
after about 10 minutes, allowing them both to recover, you said“it’s my turn now,” standing up, “follow me.” you said, walking to your bedroom.
you sat on your bed, removing your top, your bra next, revealing your tits to the both of them, you crawled closer to them, each grabbing one of their hands, placing one on each tit, you watched as both of their cocks sprung back up. you moved them off eventually, slipping off your shorts and panties next.
“are you guys ready for more?” you asked, sitting on your knees now, your hand tracing a line down clark’s abdomen under his shirt. he pulled it off, revealing his sculpted abs, steve followed, showing his slightly toned stomach as well.
you bent down a little, your face at level with steve’s cock now. you licked the head of it, stroking it for a second. “clark, climb up here with me.” you said, he followed through, sitting next to you. “get behind me.” you told him. he got the hint, positioning himself behind you, you bent down once more, your ass in the air now. your lips connected with steve’s cock once more, sucking at the head of it, clark lined up his throbbing cock with your cunt, pushing himself in.
you began moving your mouth back and forth on steve’s cock, clark moving his in and out of you slowly. both clark and steve watched you, the visual helping to increase their pleasure. clark’s movements started slow, then they picked up the pace, each thrust pushing steve further down your throat.
you cried with pleasure, while steve kept up his whimpers and moans, and clark was just sharing grunts and moans.
you kept on with your motions, as did clark. he was pumping his cock into your cunt relentlessly, showing almost no mercy it seemed. steve just rested one hand on your head, his fingers gripping at your hair as he helped move you on his cock.
your pussy began squeezing around clark, cum dripping out, your moans throwing steve over the edge as he began spilling into your throat, continuing to bob your mouth on his cock as he rode out his high. clark kept on going, his cock soon spilling into you as well.
he sat inside of you for a few minutes, recovering from the feeling. he soon pulled around, and you laid yourself down, clark and steve joining. you all laid there catching your breath, you soon laying your head on steve’s chest, as clark cuddled up behind you.
“that was— something.” you said.
(i’m sorry if the buildup / slowburn doesn’t make sense, i’m still getting better at that. glasses stay on btw)
clark came home one day, changing into more comfortable attire, then jumping into bed with you, planting kisses all over your face.
“hello to you too, clark.” you said, kissing him back.
he pulled back, looking at you smiling, “i have something for you, or something to show you.” he said.
“really? what is it?” you asked, anticipating.
“well, it’s a surprise.. i’m taking you somewhere.” he said, rubbing your leg.
“okay, can i get a hint?” you requested.
“just.. pack, and it’s winter, so pack accordingly.” he responded, getting up from the bed to go grab suitcases for you both.
“alright then..” you started piling clothes into your suitcase. jackets, sweaters, lingerie.. he packed his own clothes as well, flannels, jackets, all the essentials.
the next day came, and he woke you up at around nine a.m., surprising you with breakfast. he made some chocolate chip pancakes, hashbrowns, eggs, and bacon. you walked into the kitchen, made your plate, him as well, and you both began eating at the dinner (or breakfast..) table.
“so.. anymore hints, clark?” you asked again, staring at him with those eyes. “the last one wasn’t really a hint even..”
“i don’t want to give it away, y/n!” he exclaimed, eating his hashbrowns.
“alright, i suppose..” you said, soon finishing up your plate, bringing both you and clark’s empty dishes into the kitchen.
“so what time are we leaving then?” you asked, “can you at least tell me that?” you added, beginning to rinse off the dirty dishes.
“well, after your done with this— and don’t worry i’ll help— we can leave.” he said, putting the uneaten food into containers, saving it for later consumption.
after you both finished cleaning the dishes, and tidying up the kitchen, you ran into the bedroom, changing into more winter appropriate clothing, grabbing your suitcase afterwards.
“excited?” clark asked you, hugging you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“yes— so excited for this mystery destination.” you responded, teasing.
you both soon entered his truck, he made sure to tie the suitcases down in the truck bed securely. he began driving off, the drive took about two hours, and a few gas stations trips.
“we’re here!” he said, getting out of the truck, showing off the cabin in the woods that he rented out for the week.
“wow— wow, clark, this is— nice!” you said, hugging him.
“mhm— now let me grab these suitcases.” he said, grabbing them from the truck bed, leading you both to the cabin.
he set the suitcases down, unlocking the door. you walked in, he followed, holding the suitcases once more, setting them down in the bedroom you’d both be staying in for the next week.
“well.. how is it?” he asked, blushing slightly.
“it’s really— cute, clark,” you said, taking off your jacket, “i really like it, thank you baby.” you planted a kiss on his lips.
“i’m glad, i’m glad.” he said, kissing you back.
you both did the usual winter activities, hot chocolate, watched some festive movies, made some cookies, made a snowman, and much more over the week, but it was now the final day to spend in the cabin, so you both began packing once again.
“thank you for this, like truly,” you said to clark, “it was really nice to get away with you.”
“of course, y/n.” he said, zipping up his suitcase.
as you were planning to leave the cabin, you tried opening the front door, there was a thick layer of snow blocking you from exiting.
“uh— clark! come here, please.” you yelled at him, he came running from the bedroom.
“what’s wro-“ he said before cutting himself off, looking at the large amount of snow outside. he could easily plow through it, but the roads were an issue as well. icy all over, tons of snow. it just wasn’t safe.
“looks like we’re snowed in.” you said, looking at him.
“yeah— it does.” he replied, closing the door.
it was snowing heavily, the snow was thick on the trees, and the powerlines as well, causing the lights to shut off suddenly, leaving you both in darkness.
“uh—clark? what just happened?” you asked, confused.
“well, honey, the power went out it seems.” he said, walking to the fireplace, using a match to light it, creating both the light and warmth the power was supplying before it turned off.
later came night, the power was still off, and it was much colder now. both you and clark were bundled in blankets, sitting in front of the fireplace, even though the cold weather didn’t bother him as much as it did you.
“i mean— this is kind of nice?” you said, leaning your head on his chest. “it’s a little romantic.” you laughed.
you looked up at him, sitting up more straight. “you know— clark..”
“what do i know?” he asked teasing.
“i know how we can stay warm.” you said, giving him a smile.
“mm— tell me more.” he said, his hand moving to rub your leg, gliding up and down.
“or i can just show you, or you show me, either way.” you answered, pulling your top off.
“i mean— i don’t think that’s going to make you anymore warm.” he joked.
“oh— just shut up and come kiss me already, clark.” you said, removing all of your other layers, he followed suit.
he began kissing you, laying the blankets on the ground, laying you upon them, him upon yourself.
he planted kissed all over your body, traveling all the way down to your legs, parting them, kissing in between each thigh, planting a kiss on your folds before sucking them. he continued until you were dripping wet, coming back up to kiss you, lining his cock up with your cunt, using your wetness as lubricant to slide in.
“oh my god— mm” you moaned, his lips kissing and sucking on your neck, causing more moans to echo in the room.
he pumped into you slowly, his hands roaming all over you.
he began to move faster and harder, making sure to hit your spot with each thrust.
his hand moved down to circle your clit, creating an even better sensation, you couldn’t do anything but moan in response, your nails digging into his back.
“you’re so— tight baby— you feel so good.” he said, kissing your lips.
you tightened even more around him, your walls raining down all around his cock.
“oh my god—“ he said, the pulsing feeling pushing him to cum inside of you as well.
he laid on top of you, you both sharing heavy breaths.
clark entered the kitchen, placing a hand on your upper back.
“hey, honey.” you said, drying off your last dish, placing it in the cupboard. he came up behind you, his arms wrapped around you, a kiss placed upon your cheek.
you turned around, wrapping your arms around him in retaliation, your head laid into his chest.
“thank you for dinner, baby.” he said, rubbing your back once more. you looked up at him, smiling, “always.”
you moved onto your tippy-toes, your hands cupping his face, planting a kiss on his lips, your arms laying at your side, resting your face in his neck afterwards.
he gave your back one last rub before pulling back, looking at you, giving you a smile.
“what’s that look for?” you asked. “i'm still just a little hungry,” he responded, pulling you close again, his hands placed upon your lower back.
“really?” you said, “do you want me to make you something else?”
“no, but i can make you something,” he said back. “oh yeah, what’s that?” you asked, looking up at him.
he began kissing you, his hands traveling down, roaming over your bottom and legs. the tension rose, the kiss deepening.
he began kissing your neck, untying your robe, traveling down to where his face was at eye-line with your cunt. he pulled down your soaking lace lingerie, kissing the inside of your thighs, soon beginning to rub his thumb over your clit.
you rested your hands on the counter, as he grabbed your thighs, parting them slightly. his tongue met your cunt, delving inside of it, his mouth sucking.
“fuck,” your hand gripped the counter, the other resting on his head, gripping his hair. his tongue continued moving in and out of you, stopping to flick your clit to catch his breath.
your hand on his head began guiding him, moving it at your desired speed. your moans were echoing in the kitchen.
as he continued working on your sensitive pussy, it began to tighten around his tongue, soon leaking out onto his face.
he cleaned and licked every drop from your cunt, looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes, your thighs. he stood up, grabbing some paper towel to clean off his face.
“that’s that something.” he said, wiping his mouth.
clark came into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. loosening his tie, looking over at you settling with the pillows. he had that look on his face, like he knew where the night was headed already.
“you’re staring, clark.” you teased.
“correction— i’m appreciating.” he said back, moving closer to the bed. he sat down beside you, his hand finding your leg, rubbing it up and down. it sent tingles throughout your body, his touch always did.
he sighed, stress clear in his face. “long day?” you questioned.
“yeah— yeah, but it’s okay, i promise.” he answered, shooting a smile your way.
you sat up, positioning yourself behind him, resting on your knees, soon moving your hands to his shoulders hoping to relieve some tension.
“thank you, baby.” he said, rolling his neck to pop it.
“of course.” you replied, moving your arms to wrap around his chest, your lips finding his cheek, chin resting on his shoulder. your fingers began tracing circles on his chest.
“lay down, clark.” you whispered into his ear, planting a kiss on his neck, removing your hands from his body.
he laid down upon your request, as you turned your body towards him once more, your hands rubbing his chest softly.
you climbed on top of him, kissing his neck, moving your hips back and forth, your clothed cunt rubbing on his large print.
you pulled away from his neck, unbuttoning his white dress shirt, roaming your hands across his bare abdomen. he gently moved you off of him, placing you beside him, as he removed his belt and pants, removing his boxers soon after. you followed, removing your tank top, and sliding your shorts and panties off next.
he pulled you back on top of him, his hands resting on your hips. you began stroking his cock, using his pre-cum to glide your hand up and down easier.
his hands moved to caress your chest, thumb rubbing over your nipple. your hands stopped their motion, you moving his back to your hips to help line your pussy up with his dick, sitting on it.
you sat there, warming his cock, his hands roaming all over your body.
“you feel so good, baby..” he said, his hands resting on your thighs now.
you began moving your hips up and down, your cunt sliding on his cock. you threw your head back, moaning each time he hit your sweet spot, “oh my god, clark— fuck!”
his hips bucked up into you, his hands helping to guide you up and down at a fast pace. your hands moved to his chest, gripping on tightly for support.
your walls tightened around his cock, causing his grip to grow tighter on your hips, his climax approaching.
“mmm— mmm” left your lips, that feeling building up inside of you.
after relentlessly bouncing on his cock, your cunt began raining all over him, the tight feeling pushing him to shoot inside of you.
after riding out your high, you crawled off of him, laying down next to him to catch your breath. he planted kisses all over your face, his arm resting on your body, soon planting his face in your neck. you both soon fell asleep.
you woke up the next day, sore. all over. you got up from the bed, walking to the bathroom. or more so limping there.
you and clark were the greatest friends, you met working together at the daily planet. he always gave you rides to work and back.
the day had just ended, and clark came up to your desk, “ready?”
“oh— yeah, let me just grab my bag.” you said, grabbing your things, following him to the elevator.
he opened the car door for you, closing it behind you as well, soon getting into the driver’s seat himself.
“that was a day, wasn’t it?” you prompted, looking at him.
“it definitely was,” he agreed, nodding.
the silence grew, awkwardly.
“hey— uh, y/n?” he said, his voice cracking.
“what’s up, clark?” you replied, tilting your head.
“do you maybe want to— hangout?” he asked, scratching his head.
“sure, when?”
“tonight maybe? i mean— it’s a friday after all.. it could be fun?” he said awkwardly.
“pick me up around eight?” you finished for him, smiling gently.
he let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding in, “yes— eight. perfect!” his cheeks went a bit pinkish. “i think i know a place— you’ll like it!”
“it’s a date, kent,” you responded, laughing.
“a date— yes, a date!” he said, as he put the car into drive.
the ride to your apartment was a little quiet, but not uncomfortable.
you soon arrived at your apartment, “so— eight?” he asked, worried he’d maybe got the time wrong.
“yes, clark, eight o’clock.” you confirmed, opening the car door, “and clark?”
“yeah?!” he looked up quickly.
“i’m excited.” you said, blushing, closing the door behind you, running up the stairs to your apartment.
soon enough, eight came around. you were wearing a cute light green dress, clark wearing his usual white button up and black slacks. he still looked great though!
he came knocking on your door, his hands retreating to his pockets soon after, waiting for your arrival. he looked at you as you opened the door, his eyes lighting up.
“wow,” he breathed, clearing his throat, “i mean, hey!”
“hey, clark.” you echoed, trying to fight a smile.
he led you to the car, opening the passenger car door for you once more. he was gentle, i mean, when was he not, it was clark kent. but tonight, something was different.
“where to?” you asked.
“you’ll see..” he said, shutting your door softly. “it might be a little.. old fashioned. but i still think you’ll like it— i hope..”
he got in the car beside you, starting it. the glow from all of the streetlights shined over him, painting him in the most perfect, warm golden moment.
the drive wasn’t too long, and eventually he pulled off of the main road, slowing into a neighborhood park. it wasn’t too much, some lantern lined paths, some oak trees, it was cute!
“oh, clark— this is.. beautiful.” you whispered as he parked.
you stepped out of the car, the air warm against your skin. crickets humming in the background, a few fireflies nearby.
clark offered you his arm, clearly nervous.
“shall we?” he suggested.
you linked your arm with his, “lead the way, kent.”
he guided you both along a cobblestone path, leading to a gazebo. “let me go grab something else from the car, i’ll be right back!”
you sat down on a bench, waiting. he came back with a basket.
“i thought maybe— we could have a little picnic.”
“i’d love that.” you responded
he pulled a blanket out of the basket, laying it down, setting the basket of foods upon it. you couldn’t help smiling. this was so clark.
you both sat down, he placed some food on some paper plates down on the blanket.
“i’m sorry— i wasn’t too sure what to bring, i just brought some things that i thought you’d like..”
on the plates, there were strawberries, some small sandwiches, and some sweet tea was placed down in a thermos.
“clark—“ you laughed softly. “this is so adorable.”
he flushed, “i wanted to be nice.”
“it is— it’s really really nice.”
you both ate until you were content, the plates empty.
he cleaned everything up, putting it all back into the basket.
clark swallowed, “can i— ask you something?”
“of course.”
he stepped a little closer to you, “would you maybe want to.. dance with me?” he asked.
your smile bloomed instantly “here? in the gazebo?”
“i know— i know it’s old fashioned,” he muttered, embarrassed. “but it just.. seems right!”
“it is,”
he placed one hand upon your waist, the other holding yours.
as you started to sway, you leaned in a bit, your forehead brushing his.
“clark,” you whispered.
“yeah?” his voice barely above a breath.
“can i tell you something?” you asked.
he nodded, nervously
“i’m really glad i said yes to tonight.”
his smile was small, but stunned, the kind that reached his eyes.
fireflies drifted into the gazebo, lighting it up.
his breath hitched “y/n..”
“clark..” you whispered
he leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away. his lips soon met yours, engaging in a gentle kiss.
the kiss was shy at first— careful.
his hand tightened around your waist just a little bit, drawing you closer. your fingers curled into his shirt. he was warm, his chest moving up and down.
he pulled back about an inch, his breath hovering over your lips.
“i’ve wanted to do that for a while..” he confessed quietly.
“me too, kent.” you replied, pulling him back in once more.
you didn’t mean for the night to end this way, it was supposed to be a nice, cute movie night with clark. he was supposed to do his usual show of pretending he wasn’t exhausted from whatever he was doing when he was gone for copious amounts of hours each day.
but no, when he arrived at your apartment he had that smirk on his face, a box hidden under his arm.
“is that— twister?” you asked, your eyebrow raised.
he just shrugged, “i thought it could be fun!”
you blinked at him, “you do realize that we are both adults, correct?”
“and that’s what makes it fun,” he said, “unless… you’re afraid of losing, my dear.” he said, his eyes sparkling, creating butterflies in your stomach.
“yeah right, i could beat you blindfolded, kent.” you scoffed.
“is that right?” he teased, “lets make it interesting then.”
“how so?” you questioned, crossing your arms.
“everytime you go, you remove a piece of clothing, and each time you fall, you remove another.” he responded.
“so.. naked twister?” you replied, your voice monotone.
clark set the mat down in your living room, the bright circles and awkward positions. he sat down, spinning the little arrow, with that grin on his face.
“are you ready to go down, clark?” you asked, teasingly.
he scoffed, “please— i have amazing balance, and reflexes.”
“right— right..” you replied. “well, go on, spin it then, kent!”
he flipped the arrow, landing on right hand — blue.
“ladies first, darling” he said, raising his eyebrow.
you placed your right palm down on a blue circle, “easy.” you removed your sweater.
clark spun once more, landing on left foot — yellow. you lifted your left leg, placing it on a yellow circle behind you. you removed your bottoms.
he just hummed, spinning again. left hand — red. by now it was his turn to twist, he reached over you, his arm placed beside your hip, his breath warm on your shoulder. he removed his button up.
“comfortable?” you muttered.
“very,” he replied.
yet another spin, right foot — green. you stretched, placing your leg between his, wobbling for balance. you slip off your panties.
“be careful, i’d hate for you to fall,” he teased.
next spin, left hand — green. right under clark’s torso. you did your best to unclasp your bra.
“good luck,” he said, laughing.
you reached beneath him, your arm sliding between his legs to touch the green circle.
“ok, now— this is impossible.” you said, trying not to laugh and fall over.
“it is not that b—“ he said, his foot beginning to slip.
“clark!” you yelled.
he tried to stop it, but the mat had slipped, the two of you now tangled together. you landed upon the carpet, clark falling on top of you.
he looked down on you, blinking, “i think i may have lost.”
“you think?”
you both had a good laugh for a few minutes, eventually the tension rose, him going in for a kiss.
his hands were roaming all over, fully removing your bra. he started kissing you down your body, coming back up soon enough. he sat up for a second, removing his belt and everything else.
he laid upon you once more, continuing the kiss, his hands roaming all over your titties.
his lips soon moved back to your neck, sucking it all over, moans leaving your mouth in response.
he broke the kiss, lining his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing it in.
“fuck, you’re so tight baby.”
“mm—mhm.” you replied through your breaths.
your cunt pulsed and tightened all around his cock, leaving him to cry in pleasure.
he went in even harder, your moans bouncing off of the walls.
you threw back your head, arching your back.
“mmm— baby..” he said, his climax approaching.
he soon slipped inside of you, continuing to go until you soaked his cock in your juices.
warnings: fingering, masturbation (m and f), finishing.
you were all alone in your apartment, late at night. all you heard was the hum of the city outside, until the sound of your phone buzzing went off. it was clark, facetiming you.
you’d been thinking about him all day, you’d exchanged texts of course. you answered quickly, he was leaning back in his chair, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.
“hey,” he said with a soft tone, smiling. “i couldn’t stop thinking about you today.” he added, his smile deepening.
“is that so, clark?” you teased.
“mhm, i keep imagining you’re right here with me, talking to me and looking at me like that,” “and touching me too..” he said.
“i mean.. i know i can’t be there to touch you.. but we can always pretend,” you said, setting your phone up on the dresser before your bed.
“what do you have in mind?” he asked, watching you intently.
you climbed onto the bed, removing your shirt, exposing your breasts, slipping your panties off next, throwing them off frame.
“oh—?” he expressed.
you began by rubbing your clit, next slipping a finger into your cunt, moaning.
he sat his phone down on the coffee table,leaning against a pile of books. he next removed his belt, pants, and boxers, beginning to stoke his cock.
“fuck— i wish you were deep in me right now clark.” you said through your moans,
“i wish i had your pussy wrapped around me right now too baby.” he said, through his breaths. “fuck— you’re so beautiful baby”
“mmm— baby, i’m gonna cum,” you said, continuing to move your fingers in and out of your cunt.
he just continued to stoke faster, his breathing growing heavier.
“cum for me baby.” you said, on the verge of finishing yourself.
his cock began spilling out, as you came all over your fingers.
“i wish i could come clean you up baby” you said, getting up to grab the phone.
“so do i,” he replied, getting up to clean himself off.
the facetime resumed as per usual, you both fell asleep on the call.
you were walking down the streets of metropolis, alone. you didn’t pay any mind to the buildings, people, or cars passing by you. just clark. you guys were together for about two years, but it just recently ended. it was too much. he was too distant, too far away.
you stood nearby the daily planet, acting as if you were checking your phone, all you really wanted was to catch a glimpse of clark. when he eventually stepped out, briefcase in hand, your stomach flipped.
he didn’t notice you, his mind seemingly elsewhere as well. all you wanted was to run up to him, hug him, kiss him, anything. he stood before the crosswalk, you stood behind a newsstand, hoping you weren’t visible to his eye.
a car honked, bringing you back to reality, clark’s head shooting up as well. you took a step forward, watching him cross the street. everything seemed to fade, it was just him, until another car honked, their hand signaling for you to cross. “sorry, sorry.” you whispered, crossing the street.
you hoped he wouldn’t notice your presence, still in your head, zoned out. you were too in space, bumping into something, someone. it was clark. “oh sorry, excu-“ you paused, fuck. “y/n?” clark said. “clark? hey!” you said, trying to act surprised.
“it’s nice to see you.. it’s been a few weeks, yeah?” he asked. “yeah— it has been.” you replied. “i didn’t expect to see you here, you’re never out here.” he said, his voice low. “oh— yeah, i was just passing by.” you mummured, clearing your throat.
“well— do you maybe want to grab a coffee? or i could just walk and talk with you for a bit?” he suggested, looking around. “yeah— yeah, i’d like that.” you answered.
you both started walking, both just rambling until you reached your apartment complex. “do you maybe want to come up?” you asked. he nodded, with that smile that made you fall for him all those years ago.
you both walked the stairs until you got to your floor, entering the apartment. clark leaned against your kitchen counter, his hands in his pockets. “i really didn’t expect to see you today, or anytime soon.” he said, hesitantly.
you shrugged, walking closer. “i missed you, clark..” you said softly. he exhaled, his hand roaming through his hair, “yeah— i missed you too, y/n.”
and just like that, everything else faded away, you stepped even closer to him, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. nothing else mattered, none of the arguments you guys had in the past few months, none of the distance, just the two of you together, finally.
his forehead rested against your head, “i— i can’t stop thinking about you..” he murmured. you lifted your head up, “me too,” you whispered. “just— everywhere i’ve gone—“ he silenced you with a kiss, then going in deeper, making up for all of the lost time. you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands tracing along your back.
he pulled away, “i shouldn’t have let things between us become so— distant,” he said, regret upon his voice, “i’ve just— i’ve been so distracted with work, and being su- with work.” he said.
“i get it,” you whispered, “i know you’ve been stretched thin, clark. but i’ve missed us..”
“i missed us too..” he said, his thumb brushing your cheek. “then.. maybe we could try again..?” you asked.
warnings: handy, sexual talk, finishing, cum on body.
you and clark were getting ready for bed, he’d noticed one of his shirts had gone missing, he was planning on wearing it to sleep, he had it laid out to wear after his shower. you just saw it on the bed, so you threw it on yourself, nothing underneath, it was huge on you, but comfortable. he came into the bedroom, towel around his waist, dripping wet, “hey y/n, have you s-“ he said, “oh, it seems you have seen it, alright..”
“what? this shirt?” you said. “yeah, but i’ll just find another.” he replied. “alright!” you said, jumping onto the bed, reaching out for his hand, he obliged, smiling at you. “that shirt is just a perfect fit on you,” he laughed. “oh yeah, it is.” you laughed back. you moved your hand, beginning to tug at his towel until it fell down. he looked down at you, “oh really?” he said.
you looked back up at him, your hand wrapping around his cock, your finger rubbing over the head of it. “mm-“ he mummered. you began to stroke, maintaining eye contact. you sped up your pace, your other hand fondling his balls. you kept this up for minutes, until, “i think i’m gonna cum,” came out of his mouth, moments later, he came all over your titties, he ran to grab a towel, cleaning you up.
“now, your cock in my hand? that’s a perfect fit.”
warnings: slowburn, dry humping, p in v, creampie.
it’d been a while since you’d seen clark. you and him were always childhood friends, now you heard he was back in town, so you went to visit clark at the farm. but, after your time together, and you attempted to leave, you realized your car was stuck in the mud. you stood there, kicking the tire, as if it’d do absolutely anything. you laid your head on the front of the car, groaning. clark was stacking hay bales in the barn, hearing the commotion, he came out, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“y/n, you okay?” he asked. “oh— yeah, definitely,” you said “it’s just that.. my car is stuck, clark.” you added, pointing to the extreme amount of mud that was swallowing your tires. “wow— yeah, that’s pretty deep.” he said, wiping his forehead. “mhm,” you said, crossing your arms, “i guess i live here now, clark, hope you don’t mind.” you said, with a laugh.
he laughed in response, “i can try pulling it out,” he said, “be my guest, kent.” you teased, rolling your eyes. “alrighty,” he said softly, “let’s see what i can do..” he added.
he planted his boots in the mud, his fingers curling around the bumper. you expected him to struggle, grunt, anything, but no, the car rose with ease, hovering over his head. “oh my god, clark!” you yelled. “what? it’s not that heavy.” he added, planting your car down on the correct driveway.
“not that heavy? clark, my car weighs like 18 times what you do!” you exclaimed. he smiled, “i was just helping, a thank you would be appreciated,” he said. “oh— yes of course, thank you, clark.” you said, still surprised.
he dusted his hands off on his jeans once more, “anytime.” he said, giving you that shy, little smile, that smile that always made your knees weak. as he was walking back off into the barn, you said, “normal people can’t lift cars like that,”, “i never said i was normal, y/n,” he said, with another sly smile. “clearly.” you added, your eyes locked onto his.
“y’know, you just saved me from becoming a permanent resident here at your farm.” you said, walking up to him, “indeed i did,” he responded, “i guess you owe me now.” he added. “oh, do i now?” you said, tracing your finger along his arm. “mhm, the least you could do is stay for dinner, before you successfully drive off.” he teased. “fine, fine, i can do that, clark,” you laughed.
you followed him into the barn, watching as he continued stacking hay bales and such, watching his muscles move in that sleeveless tee. after a while, you both went into the house. you ate dinner with him, and his parents.
“this was nice, clark, and the food was amazing.” you said, as you were both finished eating. as you began to pack your things up and leave, you noticed it had begun raining down outside, “do you have a jacket i can borrow, clark?” you asked, realizing you were about to become soaked. “oh, yeah, let me grab it.” he said, going upstairs, then returning with a jacket. “here you go, let me walk you to your hopefully unstuck car.” he said, opening the front door for you.
you were both walking out to the car, “thank you, clark, like really,” you said, “and it was really nice seeing you again, you’ve been in metropolis.”
“yeah,” he said, fixing the jacket around your shoulders so the rain wouldn’t hit your neck, “metropolis does keep you busy, but it’s not quite home.” he said, his eyes meeting with yours, before he looked away. the rain began coming down even harder. you laughed, as you both became soaked. you both finished walking to your car, opening the door, rain flew inside, “that’s gonna be gross to sit in,” you said, sitting down into the car,
“are you sure you’ll be ok, y/n?” “it’s pretty windy, and you know, it’s kansas after all.” he asked, “yeah, i should be fine..” you said, starting your car, the wind coming in even stronger. “y/n, why don’t you just.. stay, i can sleep on the couch, you in my room.” he said, “that— isn’t a bad idea..” you said, pulling your keys out of the car, stepping out as clark closed the door behind you.
“let’s go.” he said, picking you up. “i can walk on my own, clark.” you said, “i know, but you could also slip on your own just as easily in the mud.” he added.
he dropped you down onto his bed upstairs, “here you go,” he said, “i hope it’s okay, i apologize for the mess, i haven’t been here in a while.”
“it’s fine, clark, i promise.” you said, looking around. you remembered all of those posters, those books stacked on the dresser in the same position as they were years prior. clark lingered in the doorway, “do you need anything else?” he asked, “any blankets, pillows, anything?”
“oh yeah, do you have anything i can change into?” you asked, wringing out your soaked top. “yeah— let me just grab it out of my dresser..” he said, grabbing a white t-shirt, handing it over to you. you removed your top, “oh— y/n! warn me first!” he said, looking away, flustered. “my apologies, kent.” you teased, throwing your wet tee at him.
you slipped on the white tee, clinging to your wet body, he noticed, quickly looking away, “well— alright, i should get downstairs to my couch..” he said. “wait.” you said, he stopped in his tracks.
“yeah?” he said, “you’re really gonna make me sleep in here?” you said, slowly walking up to him, “while you’re down there all on your own, during this thunderstorm?”
“well, yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re comfortable.” he added. “but i’m the guest, shouldn’t i be the one on the couch?” you said, tracing your fingers along his shoulder.
“if you really think i’m going to let you sleep down there alone, you’re insane.” he said, “don’t make me sleep alone then, just join me up here, there’s room for us both.” you said, dragging him to the bed.
“alright..” he said, his eyes lingering all over your body, the white t-shirt clinging, showing off your curves. you both had laid down on the bed, he was laying straight, staring at the ceiling.
the thunder rolled outside, “it’s raining pretty hard outside, isn’t it?” he said, creating conversation. “mhm.. that’s not the only thing that’s hard though, is it..” you said, moving your hand to palm his poking bulge, his eyes shot open, flustered in the face.
you soon began kissing him, continuing to rub him through his pants. he eventually pulled you on top of him, grabbing a hold of your hips, moving you back and forth. you soon broke the kiss, removing your top, him unclasping your bra. he moved you off of him, climbing on top, kissing you all over, stopping to lick over your nipples, sucking the hardened nubs, he soon pulled your bottoms off, and your panties, pulling his own pants and underpants off next.
he laid upon you once more, lining his cock up with your cunt, pushing himself in, you covered your mouth, moaning quietly. he continued moving in and out of you until you both came simultaneously.
“my god, clark,” you said, out of breath, “you’re amazing.”
you were in bed with your husband, clark. it was the middle of the night, neither of you were able to sleep. clark was just laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. “you can’t sleep either?” you asked, “yup.” he said, turning towards you. “i mean, i know a way to wear us both out..” you said, climbing on top of him. “oh— really?” he said, with a little laugh. “may i?”, you asked, prompting to remove his shirt, “you may.” he replied.
you began removing his tee, his pajamas next, he wasn’t wearing any underpants. you removed all of your own soon after. “what do you say.. we change it up a little?” you asked, “how so?” he asked in reply. “lay flat.” you said, he complied. you turned around, beginning to suck his cock, he grabbed your hips, beginning to lick and moan into your cunt. you bobbed your mouth up and down, as he dove his tongue deep inside of you.
“fuck,” he moaned into your cunt, as you were choking, his cock throat deep. you were both grinding and bucking on one another. “fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he said, “me— too—“ you said in reply. he shot a load up into your throat, as you covered his face. you both licked one another clean. you climbed off, “that was— amazing, clark” you said, “yes— yes it was.” he replied.
“you taste just like candy,” he said, with a laugh.
you’ve been working at the new republic for a few years, and so had stephen. but, tonight there was a bit of a get together with all of the staff. a little party. the office was buzzing, glasses clinking, music blasting. but there he was, stephen, leaning against the makeshift bar. he was drinking something. you walked up to him, “hey, steve, what do you have there?” you asked, “oh, just a uh— a coke.” he replied, taking another sip, “i have to drive home tonight, so now alcohol for me.” he said, “oh, alright mr. safe driver,” you said, with a laugh. “yeah..” he replied. “well, i’ll see you around, i suppose?” you said, walking off to speak with some more coworkers.
you and stephen kept making eye contact, it was.. weird. “when did he get so.. hot..?” you said, quietly to yourself. maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was what you had to drink, who knows. you cut off eye contact, looking down. “hey, i’m gonna go talk to stephen, alright?” you said to the others you were speaking with. you walked back up to him, “hey, glass” you said, sipping your wine. “hello to you, again.” he said, with an awkward smile.
“hey, steve.” chuck said, walking up to join the conversation, “hey chuck.” stephen replied. “can you go find some more of these red cups? they’re in the closet down there,” chuck said, as he pointed towards the direction of the closet. “oh sure, chuck.” stephen said, setting down his cup. chuck nodded, walking off. stephen started walking towards the closet, you followed, continuing your conversation. “so, what piece are you working on right now?” you asked, “just something small for next week, nothing major.” he said, with a faint smile, opening up the closet. you tapped on his shoulder, prompting him to turn towards you. “yeah?” he asked, you grabbed his tie, playing with it, pushing him into the closet, “uh, y/n, what are you doing?” he asked, worry ridden, you closed the closet behind you, kissing him, he cut off the kiss, “what are you doing?!” he asked, you pressed a finger over his lip, “shh, shh, it’s okay.” you said, quietly, he nodded in response, kissing you once more before stopping,
“what if someone catches us in here?” he asked, “we’ll just have to be quick then, won’t we?”, you replied, he once again nodded. you continued kissing, before you knelt down, looking up at him, palming his bulge, him whimpering in response. you began taking his pants off, his underwear as well, stroking his swollen cock. he covered his mouth as you used yours to engulf his length, moving your lips back and forth, licking and sucking all over. he moaned quietly behind his hand, while you were choking quietly. you soon felt him shoot into your throat, calming down. you helped pull his pants back up, kissing him on the cheek. “what just happened?” he asked, snapping back into reality. you just smiled, grabbing the red cups, pulling stephen out of the closet by his tie.
“here you go, chuck.” you said, handing him the cups, “thanks, ste- y/n?” chuck said, confused, “you’re welcome.” you said, walking off. stephen sat down at the makeshift bar area, looking around. you walked back up to him, fixing his hair. “what are you doing after this?” you asked… and the night went on…
you and joe have been dating for a year now. it’s been great, he’s so attentive to you. you decided to go out and surprise him at mooney’s. you didn’t tell him, just decided to pop in. as you walked past the bookstore, you could see joe talking with another woman. the way he looked at her, it was.. upsetting you. you just decided to leave, and come back later on, when the store was about to close. as joe was closing up, you walked in, silently. you grabbed a rather heavy book, smashing him in the back of the head as hard as you could, knocking him out. you took the keys out of his pocket, you knew his secret. you dragged him downstairs, locking him in the cage.
after a few minutes, joe began to wake up, rubbing his eyes, jolting up. “hello? hello?!” he yelled. you walked up to the glass, shushing him, dangling the keys in your hands, taunting him. “y/n?!” “what’s going on?” he asked. you shushed him once more, holding your finger to your lips. “i’m not letting you out.. not until i can trust you..” you said. “what are you talking about? of course you can trust me, y/n.” he said, with a laugh. “you’re scaring me,” he said. “am i? or am i exciting you, joe?” you said, smiling at him. “i—“ he said, “shh, shh..” you replied.
“y/n.. whatever you think you saw, i’m sure we can talk about it.. please..” he said, his breathing heavy. “i know what i saw, joe.” you said, setting the keys down on a table. “i saw you talking to that girl, looking at her, how you used to look at me.” you said, angrily. “and now, i’m thinking.. i’ll just keep you in here, where nobody else can see you, nobody else can breathe the same air as you.. nothing, you’re all mine.” you said. “that’s— that’s insane, y/n, you can’t possibly do that.” he said, “oh really? why do you even have this cage down here then?” you replied, he stammered. “i— just— to keep my old, limited books down here! safe!” he replied, defensive. “alright, joe, alright.” you said, with a laugh.
he stood up finally, meeting you face to face, his hands planted on the glass. “y/n, please, please, please..” he said, his face begging. you grabbed the keys, moving to the door, unlocking it. “finally—“ he said, being cut off by you pushing him away from the door. “what? what are you doing now?” he asked, confused. you walked into the cage, locking yourself in as well, placing the keys in your pocket. “just you and me, joe,” “don’t you like it this way?” you asked. “yeah— yeah i do..” he said, stepping back a little. “what now?” he asked. “i can just.. feel myself losing you.. you never come around as much as you used to, and.. i don’t want that.” you said, you grabbed some rope that was in the cage, pushing him onto a chair. “what are you doing?!” he yelled, trying to defend himself. you pushed his arms down, tying his arms to the chair. “what is wrong with you?” he yelled once more. you put some tape over his mouth, “shh..” you replied, he looked up at you. “if i can’t have you, nobody else can.” you say. you placed a kiss on him, your lipstick staining the tape. you exited the cage, locking him once again, waving to him as you walked upstairs. never to return again.
you had ordered a vanity from amazon, you were tired of going to the bathroom to do your makeup, you wanted to sit whilst doing it instead! you were asleep when the package came, you had a rough night, so you were sleeping in rather late. you woke up to the sound of something hitting something, you shot up, worried. did someone break in? did something break? you slipped on your silk robe, wielding a hair curler as your weapon. stepping into the living room slowly, you were shocked to see joe. “joe? what are you doing here?” you asked, setting the curler down on your couch. “oh, uh— your door was unlocked! and.. i saw this on your porch.. so i thought i’d help you out.” he said, convincingly. “right— right, okay.. thank you, babe..” you said, confused, “i’m sorry that i woke you up.” he said.
you watched as he put together the vanity, watching his arms move in his white t-shirt. “do you need any help..?” you asked, “oh— no, i don’t, just sit down if you need.” he said in response. “alright.” you said, sitting down on the floor next to him, watching his every move. fuck, it was hot watching men be men. you could feel yourself grow wetter. you rubbed his arms, he looked at you, a little smile on his lips. after a while, he finished putting it together, pulling it into the empty space in your room. “thank you, really, thank you joe,” “is there.. anyway i can repay you..?” you asked, your fingers traveling up his shoulder. he looked at you, “oh no, you don’t need to repay me.” he said. you started untying your robe, revealing your nude body. he looked you up and down. “oh, oh okay. i see, i see.” he said. you pushed him down onto your bed.
you began removing his white t-shirt, he watched you intensely. you then unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down with it, removing his underwear next. you hovered over his legs slightly, stroking his cock, soon lining yourself up with him, beginning to ride him. after about 8 seconds, you felt something burst inside you, “oh, joe did you just—“ you asked, stopping your movements, he just laid there staring at the ceiling. “okay then..” you said, getting off of him. you put your robe back on, “it’s ok, joe.” you said, he sat up, rubbing his face, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry..” he said, getting up and putting his clothes back on.
you guys just hung out for a little while longer until he had to go.
