The story of Balto is interesting. He led a team of sled dogs across the Alaskan wilderness in the dead of winter with diphtheria antitoxins to stop an outbreak in Nenana Alaska. Diphtheria is a deadly infectious disease that could wipe out a third of a town’s population. It is mostly unknown to the public today because of vaccines. Balto’s body is preserved in the Cleveland Museum of Natural History.
Let’s not forget Togo! Who, at 12 years old during the serum run, lead his team 200 miles through much more dangerous conditions during the first leg of the journey before Balto ran the last 55-mile stretch.
The town of Nome, situated in Western Alaska, was a relative hub for even smaller communities in the region, but in winter was utterly cut off from… nearly everywhere. The harbour iced over in winter, there were no roads connecting it anywhere else, the nearest railroad line was nearly 700 miles (1000+ kilometres) away in Nenana. Air travel was still new at the time and planes couldn’t handle the inclement winter weather.
In 1924, the community had a single doctor and a few nurses who served approximately 10 000 people, including large Eskimo populations in the area (the town itself had a population of roughly 1000 people - bear in mind how few children lived in this community when you see the casualty counts). He had realized his diphtheria vaccine stock was expired and had ordered more from mainland USA months earlier. When it failed to arrive on the final ship of the season, he was a little concerned, but diphtheria was fairly rare, and he figured he’d just restock in the spring.
Of all the rotten luck, January 1925 was when a diphtheria outbreak hit the region.
There was a scramble, in the mainland USA as well as Alaska, to find a way to get the vaccine to this town in the middle of winter. There were attempts to fly a vaccine supply over, but the planes were grounded by storms. This was part of the United States in the 1920s. There was no way to get there.
Except by sled dogs, running the vaccine from that train station in Nenana, 674 miles away. Over 1000 kilometres away, in the dead of winter in Alaska, by 20 mushers (mostly native Athabaskans) and 150 sled dogs running in relay, switching off at tiny villages and rest stations along the way. It was bitterly cold. As in, -85°F (-60°C) at the coldest. There were blizzards, hurricane force winds, and at some points visibility was so poor the men couldn’t see their dogs in front of them.
No man or beast should have been out in that. You freeze in seconds if you’re not moving. Multiple dogs died from being run so hard in such cold weather. Mushers grappled with hypothermia and frostbite. One needed hot water poured over his frozen hands because he was frozen to his sled. Another’s face was black with frostbite. Some strapped themselves up and lead their packs when their lead dogs collapsed.
This relay team traveled 674 miles in 5.5 days. Togo and his owner, Leonhard Seppala, did by far the longest and most dangerous run, travelling over 260 miles (about 420 kilometres) including the initial travel to his pickup spot. Gunnar Kaasen and his lead dog, Balto, did the final 53 miles (85 kilometres) into Nome, where they were greeted as heroes.
Prior to the vaccine arriving in Nome, 5-7 children officially died of diphtheria, with dozens of confirmed cases who may well have died without treatment - but it’s suspected the surrounding Indigenous communities were much harder hit, with numbers impossible to confirm.
When you think that this happened less than 100 years ago, how desperate this community was for a vaccine, how much these mushers risked and lost to get it to this town as fast as they possibly could…
And to reiterate this point this was 1925 science. This was 1925 medicine. The doctors and scientists of course were well educated (I shouldn’t have to say that.) but this was new. And these people in Alaska trusted this new medicine and new science (and they didn’t have the internet or TV news channels. To learn about this stuff) because they loved their children and their families and wanted to keep them around.
So tell me why? When in today’s medicine we can be even more precise and have more research and medicine is even more open with the public and you can go on the internet and learn about how all of this ACTUALLY WORKS AND IS ACTUALLY AFFECTIVE. You would chose to just belligerent self righteous ignorance and expose not only your children but everyone else’s to mass spreadable illness? When you yourself likely had those vaccines… and are quite literally fine? Except maybe some broken brain cells…
In short.. The blatant disrespect Togo and Balto will not be tolerated 🤨😒
Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x fem reader (Katrina, "Kat" for short)
Word Count: 4.8K
Summary: When Kat decided that she was going to work at the Daily Planet, she didn’t expect to be an IT Specialist. She also didn’t expect to meet Lois and Clark Kent. While going to meet Clark Kent at a restaurant to look into Superman, something terrible goes wrong.
Warnings: Cursing, violence/gore, kidnapping, SMUT, oral, Sex P n V, Unprotected Sex, creampie, kissing, praising kink, consent
A/N: This story is dedicated to @lainiespicewrites and her love for Superman. We decided to write a story for each other, this time a one-shot. This story can be from whatever iteration of Superman you like, whether it's Reeve's, Cavill's, or Corenswet. This is my first time writing something that has a little bit of spice to it. Let me know what you all think and enjoy the ride! (Because I may not be doing this again ;) )
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I pushed past the bustling people of Metropolis with three to-go coffees in tow. Each cup looked the same, except for one, a pink lipstick stain on the top of the lid. I had used my mouth to hold the coffee in place while I was on the subway twenty minutes earlier. It took every ounce of balance and coordination to keep myself from slipping and spilling the cups all over myself.
It has been a while since I’ve brought coffee for my favorite coworkers, Lois and Clark. They had been super busy these last few weeks tracking down Superman. So I thought bringing them coffee to give a caffeine boost would help. I figured they would appreciate the kind gesture, considering everything they’ve done for me.
After all, it was Lois that helped me get a job as a reporter here.
She was the first person I met when I moved to Metropolis a few years ago. I had spontaneously accepted a job as an IT support specialist at the Daily Planet in hopes to eventually be promoted. I’ve dabbled in a few IT jobs in my previous job just enough that I was “qualified” for the position.
Lois had been the one to show me around the building. My new boss wasn’t available at the time.
Don’t ask me why it was her that walked me around because I don’t know why either. I’m guessing it was fate because her and I instantly clicked and became friends by the time the walkthrough was over.
We were exchanging numbers just as Clark stumbled into the elevator. He had come through the front main doors disheveled and looked completely out of his element. I found out later that he had been accepted as an intern reporter in the same department as Lois and was starting that same day.
I didn’t know it then, but I was about to see more of Clark in the coming months.
I took ten different visits in the first week to fix his computer before I became friends with him. I found out he’s from Kansas. He grew up on a farm. And he was terrible with technology.
But he was awkward, cute, and kind to me.
From that day a year ago, its always been Lois, Clark, and I.
For a while I wanted something more but I never felt like he looked at me the same way he looked at Lois. I would sometimes catch their silent glances while I’m fixing a printer. It was like they had their own silent language when I wasn’t around. Everyone that I’ve talked to on Daily Planet thought the same thing too. So for the past year or so, I’ve been trying my best to move on and just keep Clark and I as friends.
But it's been harder than I thought.
My thoughts slammed back into the present as I stood in front of the Daily Planet. I was hoping that I was going to beat the rush of traffic this morning.
I didn’t expect a huge crowd of people this morning. The sidewalks were so congested that I couldn’t see the pavement. But hey, the city never sleeps.
And neither do the news reporters.
Shoving myself through the crowd, I made my way up the stairs that lead into the building. Thankfully I didn’t spill a drop of coffee in the process. I crammed myself into the elevator with five other workers and let the lift take me up. It was like a pack of sardines in here, and it even smelled like one. I had to hold my breath to keep myself from gagging. When the elevator stopped at floor 15, I bolted out of there like my life depended on it.
What I was met with was bustling people, newspaper bundles all over everyone’s cubicles and multiple conversations that I couldn’t make out. I scanned the room until my eyes landed on Lois by her desk.
“Hey Kat!” Lois called, motioning me over to her desk. I didn’t wait a second to go over to her cubicle. “Come take a look at these photos.” She clicked on the image tab on the desktop, pulling up a couple pictures. Each image was blurred and looked to be taken from surveillance footage. You could somewhat make out a silhouette of a person, most likely a man by how big they were built. One was near Gotham. Another was in an unrecognizable location, most likely north of Metropolis judging by the mountain scenery. The last one looked like it was taken a few streets over from The Daily Planet. The time stamp on the top right of the photos were dated to yesterday.
“You think this is THE guy?” I pointed, setting her coffee next to her on the desk. A stack of files sat haphazardly on her desk. “Because it looks like someone either photoshopped these or it was a drone flying across multiple cities.” Lois rolled her eyes.
“I’m sure. I wouldn’t be showing these to you if I didn’t think otherwise.” She beamed, not even wasting a second to grab the coffee cup and took a sip. “I got these images from a reliable source. I trust that they wouldn’t have tampered with them.” She rubbed her eyes, the dark circles under her eyes like a flashing neon sign.
“Rough night again?” I questioned while grabbing my own up to take a sip, changing the subject. My eyes settled on the images again.
“Perry wanted another article on Superman by this morning.” She shrugged. “You know how he is with that. He always wants to know more about this mysterious hero rather than what is ACTUALLY going on in our streets.”
“Unfortunately I do.” I let out a sigh “Every time I come up here to fix his computer I have to hear him ramble on about Superman. I don’t know how that hasn’t driven you crazy yet .” I laughed, my eyes scanning the room until I spotted the man himself. Perry White was on the other side of the room yelling at another reporter. A half smoked cigar hung loosely from his lips. “I’m surprised he didn’t ask Kent to write it. He was able to get some good info on the mysterious superhero last time.”
“Lois, did you get the photos I sent?.” I felt my heart stutter as the deep voice reached my ears. I spun around so fast, almost knocking the files off of Lois’ desk.
Speak of the devil.
“C-Clark, hi! Didn’t see you there. We totally weren’t talking about you or anything.“ I cleared my throat. Shut up. Shut up. Put yourself together Kat.
I grabbed the last to-go cup and gave it as a peace offering. “Did you just get in?”
“N-No. I’ve been here for a while.” He chuckled, adjusting his glasses before accepting my offering. “H-How was the commute? It looked intense out there”
“Great besides the bustling people. I thought I was going to get here before the morning rush hour. Guess not.” I finished the last of my coffee before turning to Lois. “If you can send those images to me, I can see if Daryl can trace those images to when or who took them.” Lois nodded, working on my request right away.
“And you.” I pointed at Clark. “I need to talk to you.”
“Me? W-Why would you need to talk to me?” A creeping blush began to grow on his cheeks.
“You were able to get some info last time on Superman. I’m just as curious as anyone else about this mysterious hero. I figured I could see what you know and branch off from there.” It was a half lie. I wasn’t super curious about Superman, but I did want to spend more time with Clark. This was the way to do it. “But if you don’t want to, that’s okay. I can scope out other sources.”
“No, you don’t have to.” He stuttered. “I-I meant to say, yeah I can help you” I held back a chuckle at him stammering. His stutter and awkwardness always was flattering to me.
His mumbling brought my attention back to him.
“What did you say? I’m sorry I couldn’t catch that.”
“W-We could do it over d-d-dinner. As colleagues.” Colleagues.
Yeah…just colleagues. Just friends.
I smiled even though there was a hollow painful feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Sure. Sounds great.”
The rest of the day went fast. One of my co-workers Daryl was working on teaching me how to switch Ram on a computer. He was the real IT genius in this department. The only things I knew how to really do was turn a machine on and off and troubleshoot computers when they crash. However Daryl and I were in the middle of tracing the images before the day ended. He and I were going to finish it and look into it further the next day.
By the time the ‘non-date’ approached, I was filled with nerves. I desperately needed his help. He always seemed to know where the best shots were taken. With his help, we might be able to uncover who Superman really is.
But I never made it to dinner.
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The bag got whipped out of my head. I was met with bright lights, causing me to squint and turn away. The only other things I saw were two silhouettes. My eyes traveled around me. The first thing I noticed was that I was in a chair. The next was my arms tied behind my back with zip ties. Finally, I could be moments away from giving my last breath.
I racked my brain for any sense of time, any clue as to how I got here. The last thing I remember was standing outside the restaurant that Clark and I agreed to meet. The next I’m here, tied to a chair.
“Good, you’re awake.” The voice was male, not distinguishable. “Tell us where he is!” My heart began to pound, its constant beat hitting my ears.
“Where is who? I don’t understand.” My voice sounded like sandpaper against my ears. A million questions were racing through my head. “I don’t even know why I’m here.” The man cracked his knuckles, bringing the light down so I could see their faces.
There were two men, one towards the door at the end of the room. His bulbous nose looked like it had been broken one too many times. The other one was closer to me. He had a scar vertically going down his eye.
“You’re here because we found you lurking in our data system. We traced your IP address. What do you know about these images?” The second one responded. His voice was deeper, more distinguished. The two photographs were shoved in my face.
I recognized them immediately. These were two of the photos that Lois showed me this morning. The one near the Daily Planet was missing. But how did those have anything to do with me? I swallowed hard.
“This has to be a misunderstanding. I didn’t take these photos. I don’t even know who is even in the photos.” I rambled, unable to stop myself. “They are probably photoshopped. I stumbled upon them by accident. I really have no idea so please-”
“You know damn well it’s Superman.” The first man growled at me, cutting me off. I swallowed hard, trying my best to remain calm and not have a panic attack.
“I’m telling you I don’t know!” I practically screamed. “I’m just a girl who fixes printers when they get jammed. I don’t even know why I’m in an IT department in the first place. I’m not even qualified.” I couldn’t stop myself. “If anyone, it would be Daryl. Daryl is practically a genius. He’d be able to tell you and confirm that your-” Hot pain erupted on my cheek as a fist collided with my face, abruptly shoving my face to the side.
“Shut up bitch.” The one closest to the door screamed. I bit my bottom lip, tasting blood in my mouth as something hot ran down my cheek.
“Lie again and we will do more than hurt that pretty little face of yours.” The other one taunted, taking a cloth and wiping blood off of his ring.
Oh my god I’m going to die here.
I’m going to die here and Clark is going to think I stood him up. When I don’t show up tomorrow, Lois and Clark are going to notice. They are going to find my body somewhere in a ditch all because I decided to do things myself.
This is all my fault. I should have never tried to figure out what those photos are. I shouldn’t have just let the journalist speculate who this Superman was. If I kept my nose out of it, I would be sitting at home. I ruined everything and my life is going to be the price.
“Now I’m going to ask you again.” The one with the ring pulled out a knife, pointing it towards my throat, “Who is Superman?” I glared up at the man, tears brimming my eyes. Just as I was about to open my eyes, something burst open behind me. Chunks of cement flung in the air, one of them hitting the man with the ring in the shoulder. The other one pulled out a gun, his eyes looking like saucers.
“Oh no, its-” The man didn’t speak another word before he fired bullets behind me. I flinched before throwing all my weight to one side, tilting the chair enough to fall. I collapsed to my side with a thud, my head hitting the floor. Everything moved in slow motion.
The man with the gun fired more bullets before something red and blue rammed into him. The man laid there, his eyes rolled back. His gun was a few feet away. The man with the ring didn’t have a chance to react before he too was on the ground unconscious.
Then I felt my chair move, repositioning me so I was sitting upright again. I was met with blurry blue eyes.
“Katrina, can you hear me?” I squinted, trying to focus my vision. It kept going in and out of focus. The only things I could make out were that this man was built with brown hair.
“How do you know my-” I started before cutting myself off. This must be the Superman that those goons were talking about. Here he was in all of his superhero glory. His eyes trailed my face, searching for any injuries. His jaw flexed when he caught sight of the blood and what was surely going to be a bruise.
“Let’s get you out of here.” He said breaking the zip ties as easy as snapping toothpicks. Lifting me up bridal style like I weighed nothing, he hoisted himself up into the air.
:)
“So let me wrap my head around this…you’re Clark AND Superman?” I asked while Clark was cleaning the scratch on my face. The two of us were in a place called the ‘Fortress of Solitude’, a place where Clark claimed he goes to recover after battles. After the fight with the goonies, he said he didn’t want to take me back to my place. If they were able to trace my address, then they knew exactly where I lived.
And I didn’t want to be left alone in my place after everything that’s happened in the last twenty four hours.
“I’m Clark when I’m at the Daily Planet, but Superman when I’m saving Metropolis.” Clark responded, dabbing a wet cloth on the scratch, soaking up the remaining clotted blood. He was in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. I watched him as he worked. His eyes looked so focused, so intense. It was a complete contrast to him at the Daily Planet.
“So then…who are you to me? Superman or Clark?” I bit my bottom lip. He pulled away, finished bandaging the wound. But it also looked like he was taken aback.
“To you, I’ve always been me. Not Clark Kent from work, not Superman, just Clark.” I just stared at him, almost unable to believe him.
“So then why tell me now? You could have just taken me to the hospital. Your identity would have been safe. So why reveal it now?’ I couldn’t stop myself from asking the question. After all this time of separating Superman from Clark Kent, why choose now to say something?
A long moment passed between us, so long that I didn’t think he was going to respond at all.
“When you didn’t show up that night, I thought you bailed.” His words were soft, raw. “ But then I knew that you’re not known to just not show up. So I panicked. I was losing my mind trying to find you. I almost lost it when I found out some of Lex Luthor’s henchmen took you.” I felt my heart fall into my stomach. He continued on. “And when I found you tied up and hurt, I knew I couldn’t hide it from you anymore. You needed to know.” He let out a shuttering breath.
That’s when I saw him, the real man behind it all.
Not Superman.
Not Clark Kent.
Just Him.
Quickly unlocking the door into another chamber, I followed him inside. The door shut behind us with a soft thud. Inside was dimly lit with blue lights. A king sized mattress was placed on the back end of the wall, followed by a bookshelf to the right and a chair to the left. I leaned against the door and bit my bottom lip, hesitant to make the first move. All this time I’ve been wishing for Clark to see me more than a friend. And there was for sure something here. So why am I so shy all of a sudden?
Seeing him in the red and blue suit as superman did something to me. All of the feelings I’ve kept inside began to bubble to the surface. I was still reeling over the fact that out of everyone I thought would be Superman I never expected Clark Kent.
His hand gently grabbed my chin, leading my gaze and thoughts back to him. When did he become so close?
“What’s on your mind?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Tell me. It’s okay.”
“I just…I just have been wanting this for so long and I didn’t think that you thought of me like that.”
“Kat, isn’t it obvious. I always wanted you.”
“But what about you and Lois? I thought the two of you were…” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“Lois and I have never been like that. We’re just really good friends.” He stepped closer, closing the gap between us. I froze, my mind reeling but became silent at the same time. His mouth softly grazed my ear.
“Why do you think I always called for you to fix my computer?”
“Because you don’t understand it.”
“No Kat.” He paused, “It’s so I could see you.” I’ve never felt my face heat up faster in my life.
“Oh!....Oh” He let out a laugh.
“I’m from Kansas, not from Mars. I know the basics of fixing a computer.” His laugh died suddenly. Both of our lips were mere inches away. All either of us had to do was move and our lips would touch. My gaze stayed on his while his eyes moved from my lips to my eyes. There was yearning in them, longing, desperation.
“We shouldn’t do this. You’re hurt. You’ve been through a lot. I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered, his body visibly. straining. Clark was doing everything in his power to restrain himself. Desperately. I couldn’t help but find it hot.
“It’s okay.” I whispered. “You won’t hurt me.” His lips were on mine in an instant. His lips were soft, his kisses softer. He tasted sweet. I could feel him still holding back. But I didn’t care, I was beginning to drown in those soft, delicate kisses.
Just as I was about to drown, he drew back.
I watched him as Clark tugged the fabric over his head. His chest was glistening with sweat from the flight here. My heart was pounding in my chest, a violet rhythm that wished to break through my ribcage and escape.
Mouthwatering. He was utterly mouthwatering.
And I am utterly fucked.
This wasn’t just Clark Kent standing in front of me anymore. He wasn’t the soft spoken, nerdy Clark I met at the Daily Planet. He wasn’t the big, rough Superman either. He was both, but yet none at the same time. This was the human being behind it all.
And I just fell harder.
“Clark.” I whispered.
He stepped closer, his movements slow. Deliberate. Like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. In an instant, our mouths met again. His kisses were primal, wanting, demanding.
“I want you bent over, whimpering,” He groaned in between our kisses. “I want your nails on my back. I want to hear you tell me how good I’m making you feel. I want you to forget every man who tried. I want you to feel like you’re safe with me.” With each confession, his kisses grew more soft, more held back.
His deep almost primal voice cracked-like a part of him was coming through the urge.
“But if you don’t want this.” He pulled away a moment, his eyes locking with mine. “Stop me. I’m not going to force this on you.”
The air between us pulsed with tension. But he never wavered. All I had to say was the word and he would back away.
But I didn’t want that, not when just him telling me how much he needed me was wrecking me. I could feel myself trembling, my inner thighs soaked. It took everything in me to grip the last shred of my composure.
I swallowed hard, nodding once.
“I trust you.” I whispered.
And Clark, ever the gentleman, ever the hero, let out a sound so low and primal that I felt my entire body shiver.
His mouth was on mind again. These weren’t soft, sweet kisses like before. They were wanting, hungry. He was like a starving man who had just found a buffet. And he was intending to eat.
He cupped my cheeks, deepening our kiss. My head felt light, either from how good it felt for him to kiss me or because of lack of oxygen I didn’t care. All I wanted at that moment was him.
When neither of us could breathe anymore, we broke the kiss. I took it as an opportunity to meet him halfway. Gripping my shirt I yanked it over my head, not wasting a second to discard it on the ground. Clark froze, his breathing hitched and his eyes wide. Completely awestruck.
“Kat…You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. Then closed the distance again but before he reached me he stopped, dropping to his knees. He looked up at me, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly dragged my pants, then underwear, down to my feet.
I’ve never wanted him to touch me more than I wanted him to now.
“Ladies first” he said, his lips grazing the inside of my thigh. Soon after he kissed up my thigh over and over, little gasps and moans escaping his lips. He was giving me another chance to back out.
But I was too far in to back out now.
My hands grabbed his hair, my fingers tangling with his dark locks. My breath caught in my throat, each kiss sending signals to my middle. “Clark-please.”
That was all the confirmation he needed before he dove in, his tongue met my pussy. I felt him moan into me, like I was the best thing he’s ever tasted.
He started incredibly slow, at first long, broad strokes over my entrance before he made his way up to my clit. Each pass he let out a groan, like a starving man being fed.
“Fuck,” he gasped, “You taste so sweet. So good.” My legs trembled from his response.
His mouth closed around my clit and sucked. I saw stars as he sucked, licked, devoured. The only thing I knew was that he was divine and that I wasn’t going to last much longer. He pressed in further, deeper, messier, louder.
A cry escaped my lips, my legs barely holding me up with how much they shook. Clark wrapped one of his arms around my thigh, holding me in place and stabilizing me. He groaned into my clit, sending pleasure towards my approaching orgasm.
“Come for me.” He gasped in between licks. “Come.”
I cried out as my whole body jerked, each one of my muscles clenching to the pleasure. My hands gripped his curls, my world dissolving to the pleasure. His name released my lips as a moan, a soft chant and cry. My legs collapsed, but Clark made sure I didn’t fall.
He released his grip on my clit and looked back up at me. His eyes were wild, desperate, like he wasn’t finished with me yet. He surged to his feet.
He grabbed me by my waist, hoisting me in the air like I was weightless, and carried me to the bed. I was still reeling from my orgasm that I didn’t register us moving until my back hit the mattress. I gasped, my thighs spreading out, my back arching. My eyes moved to him in front of me. He worked on his sweats, pulling them off and then-Oh God.
A whimper escaped my lips.
He was huge. It stared at me, flushed, thick, veined, and leaking. It look so fucking hard that it looked painful.
“Birth control?” His voice was hoarse at the question.
I nodded, breathless.
His eyes darkened before meeting me the rest of the way. Gingerly, he pushed my legs open with almost trembling hands. Lining himself up with my soaked entrance, he paused.
One last chance to back out.
He looked down at me as he stood over me, waiting for the silent confirmation before his eyes softened. “I’ll go slow.”
“I don’t want slow.” I said in a soft whisper, “I want you ruined. I want you rough. I’ve always wanted you”. That was all the confirmation he needed.
He slammed in.
I screamed, Clark matching mine with a moan so deep, so wrecked, I felt it go straight to my core.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, loosing his composure, “You’re-fuck, you’re so wet-so tight. You’re perfect.” He pulled out and thrust back in hard. Deep. I could feel him hit my cervix. I felt tears fall down my face at the pleasure. I was already overstimulated, but I couldn’t stop wanting, begging for him. I could feel myself around him, needing him to keep going. Clark braced over me, driving in.
Again.
Again.
Again.
His hips kept snapping, every thrust more brutal. More perfect.
I clutched his broad back, my nails raking down, digging into him, as he pounded into me. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Harder,” I begged, tears continuing down my face. “Harder, please-need it” Clark responded, hips snapping faster, his whole body jerking with the effort. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good.” As he kept thrusting, he reached in between us, rubbing my clit. I felt the pleasure, built to the point where I thought I was going to explode. I think he saw it in my eyes.
“You gonna come again? He panted. “Come with me baby. Meet me over the edge.” I nodded frantically.
Then it hit.
The pleasure exploded, the pleasure releasing in big waves. Both of us felt it. I could still feel him deep inside me, his cock pulsing inside my clenched pussy. He let out a loud moan.
“Fuck-I’m gonna”
“Do it.” I gasped. He groaned as hot, deep, almost endless heat grew in my insides. His hip twitching, body shaking, gasping my name before he collapsed over me. We both layed there in a haze of sweat, come, and ruin. Our bodies were tangled, hearts racing.
It was the best feeling I’ve had in my entire life.
He pulled himself out, rolling over me and collapsed next to me, his breath still ragged and panting. He looked gloriously ruined, his brown locks damp with sweat. His breaths brushed against my neck in soft, contented huffs. One of his arms was around my waist. I couldn’t help but have my hand against his chest, making sure that what just happened was real.
The room smelled like sex, sweat, and victory.
I had hopefully survived the last abduction of my life.
And Clark was mine. And I was his.
“So how are we going to tell Lois?” I asked sleepily, turning my body so I was facing him.
“About Superman? Or us?”
“Yes.” Clark let out a chuckle, tracing small circles on my hands.
“Someday she’ll catch on that I’m Superman. But as for us.” He paused, locking eyes with me. “I think it’s best we let her know before she investigates us like she does Superman.” I let out a laugh.
Attn: So no one asked for this, but it’s something that popped in my head and took over. I hope y’all enjoy!
Word Count: 3,975 (sorry)
Pairing: Mikey x OFC Heather Townes aka Poppy
Summary: When adult content creator, Poppy, is left without a filming partner she finds a solution with her biggest fan.
Warnings: 18+, sex work, cam sex, mentions of toys, oral preformed in a dildo, pussy job, p in v sex, multiple creampies, squirting, oral (female receiving), smidge of angst, a little fluff too
Heather Townes was your ordinary girl. She had hopes and dreams like anyone else but when she decided to start posting… videos of herself on a certain site, she’d found she could make enough money to do whatever she wanted all while having a good time.
Poppy was her alias, alluding to her red hair and vibrant, catlike green eyes. When she was alone she’d done well enough but when she’d started dating her current boyfriend, he’d been more than happy to join in as long as he’d remained anonymous as well. Heather would don cute floral mask and lingerie, often poppy themed to match her stage name.
She’d shared her profits and her life with this man for three years, when things took a turn. Suddenly he’d become bored of her… their routine. Apparently the thrill of other women inboxing him was too strong, and he’d seemingly forgotten all about poor Heather. It wasn’t fair…
She’d brought him into her life, and let him be involved. Now she didn’t have him all. She contemplated whether it was her fault, but after a little thought, she realized he was just a piece of shit. This brought an entire new issue to light. She didn’t have a partner to film with anymore. She could go back to her solo videos, but those didn’t get as many views as the ones with a partner.
She’d decided to open up her inbox and see if anyone had any requests when a familiar name popped up.
Mikey25: Hey Sweets. Noticed there hasn’t been as much content updates lately. You okay?
Mikey25 had been one of her most loyal subs from the very beginning, and truly he was a generous tipper as well. Heather thought about it before deciding to confide in someone because really she didn’t talk about her work that much to people she knew in real life.
Poppy: Hey Mikey. Yeah. Sorry about that. My boyfriend, who I filmed with, decided it would be more fun to go fuck some of the women who messaged him on here soooo….
Mikey25: What an idiot! How could anyone ever want to leave you just period, but especially for someone else? You’re perfect.
Mike sent his message then reread it to himself and groaned. He was being weird… This woman didn’t know him, but damn if he didn’t know plenty about her. He knew exactly how bright her eyes were, how her red hair fell lightly against her smooth skin, how her pretty pink nipples and pussy looked, and the sweet little sounds she’d make when she was about to come. God he was getting hard just thinking about it, and just when he figures he’d likely scared her off a message pops up.
Poppy: You’re too sweet, you know that? Can I do something special for you tonight?
Mikey25: Please…
Heather decides to leave her inbox open and finds Mikey25 there daily, always with a new request ready for her.
Mikey25: Would you be willing to video chat with me?
Poppy: I’ve never done one before, but… I think it would be okay with you. Give me a few minutes to get myself ready.
Mike waits with bated breath, and when the video call comes through, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He fumbles with the mouse before connecting the call. “Hey Mikey,” she says with a smile. “Poppy,” he breathes. She’s got his favorite poppy lingerie and mask on, and his cock is already so hard it hurts.
He’s staring and doesn’t realize, but then when he snaps out of it he realizes she’s staring just as hard. “I— I’ve seen you somewhere before,” she then says, making his heart hammer in his chest. “Y— you know me?,” he questions. “You work at that cat café, don’t you?,” she then says. “I— I do,” he replies, scrambling to remember if he’d seen her too. “Huh… what a small world,” she laughs lightly.
“Was I busy? I know I would recognize those eyes anywhere,” he blurts out, making Heather smirk. “Would you now?,” she teases. Mike blushes deeply. “I know how much you watch my videos Mikey. No need in getting shy now,” she tells him. “I would,” he nods. “I like you Mikey. Would you want to meet sometime? For real, that is?,” she questions. “Really?,” he questions. “Why not?,” she shrugs. “Okay,” he agrees eagerly.
“Now… what can I do for you tonight?,” she asks, bringing his attention back to what they’re supposed to be doing. Suddenly his tongue feels heavy, and his breathing becomes heavy. “Th— the dildo that looks like this,” he says as he pulls out his cock, “I want you to suck it.” Heather bites her lip at the sight. It had been nearly two months now since she had actual sex, and the sight of Mike’s pretty cock has her clenching. The fact she actually enjoys sex was a big reason she’d gotten into the job, and she missed it.
“Nice cock,” she tells him before grabbing the dildo he mentioned. She pushes it past her pink lips and Mike grabs himself, trying to mimic her movements. “L— let me see those tits, Angel,” he then mutters. She removes her bra then takes the slippery dildo and rubs it over her nipples. “Fuck,” he breathes. “What now Mikey?,” she questions. “Sit up and take your panties off, Poppy. P— put it in,” he huffs, trying not to blow his load too quickly.
She does as she’s asked, and can tell she’s dripping wet, despite wetness of the dildo. “You like that Mikey?,” she asks as she pumps it in and out of her. “F— fuck yes. I wish that was my cock. You’re so fucking pretty baby,” he whines. Heather’s legs start to shake, his words spurring her on. “Cum with me,” he pleads, and so she does. She writhes against the dildo, pussy clamping around it harshly as she pants.
She keeps her eyes open, watching as Mike throws his head back and spurts of cum shoot up his stomach. He’s a cute guy as it is, but like this… he’s downright sexy. It makes her pussy ache… “Again?,” she asks. Mike looks up at her with glossy eyes and nods, more than happy to see her go again. The two of them spend a good portion of the night together and when Heather sees Mike sending her a $500 tip she nearly freaks.
“Mikey I can’t accept that”, she insists. “It’s okay Sweets. I promise. You’re more than worth it,” he replies. “Yeah but… can you afford it?,” she asks tentatively. “Oh yeah. That cafe isn’t my main gig. I’m a software engineer. I do pretty well, but my nan needs help at the cafe sometimes so I go in,” he tells her. Heather nods. “When’s your next shift?,” she then asks a bit nervously. “Y— you still want to see me?,” he asks. “I mean if you don’t want to—,” she begins. “No! I do. I just… didn’t want you to feel like you had to. My next shift is Monday,” he tells her.
Monday rolls around and Mike anxiously works at his nan’s cafe. Finally around two a redhead walks in the door.. a redhead with the brightest green eyes… eyes that he’s seen many, many times. “Mikey?,” she smiles as she approaches the counter. “Y— yeah,” he stammers. “Almost didn’t recognize you without your cock out,” she leans in close and whispers. When she leans back she sees that he’s blushing furiously.
“Sorry. Couldn’t resist. I’m Heather Townes,” she says extending her hand. He takes it and shakes it gingerly. “Who is this?,” a tiny little elderly woman asks, seemingly coming out of nowhere. “Uh… Nan this is my friend Heather. Heather, this is my Nan, Greta,” he says. “Friend… like girlfriend? She’s beautiful Michael,” Greta. “No Nan. She’s a new friend,” he chuckles. “Well. Take your lunch with her,” Greta insists.
The two of them place an order before sitting down. “Sorry about my Nan. She means well,” Mike tells Heather. “It’s okay. She’s cute,” Heather says with a smile. Not much longer their drinks and food arrive and they begin to eat. “So…,” Heather starts. “So?,” Mike asks nervously. “Well I wanted to ask you something, but if it’s too weird please tell me to shut up, okay?,” she begins. “Okay,” he replies confusedly.
“Well you know how now I don’t have a partner to film with right?,” she says. “Yeah?,” he questions. He watches as her teeth scrape across her plush lower lip a few times. “I— if you could… would you maybe want to film with me?,” she asks. Mike immediately chokes on his food. After getting over the coughing fit he tries to gain his composure. “You want me… to film with you? Like.. have sex with you?,” he babbles.
“I mean, I’d like to do a background check, if that’s okay? And for the both of us to get tested beforehand just to give the other that peace of mind, but yeah. We had good chemistry the other night, and we’re attracted to one another—,” she gets out. “You find me attractive?,” he asks. “Don’t seem so shocked Mikey. You’re cute, and like I said you have a nice cock. I’d pay you for your services, and you could have the camera angled to keep you anonymous, or I have masks you could wear too if you want,” she tells him.
“This isn’t real,” he breathes. “Like in a good or bad way?,” Heather asks. “Are you kidding? This is the best day of my life,” he says before grinning wildly. “So you want to?,” she questions hopefully. “Yes. I’d be more than glad to,” he replies, making Heather smile. “Yay! So I was thinking while we wait for the background check and the full STD/STI panels to come back we could exchange numbers and get to know one another on a personal level. Then once that’s all good, we could meet at my place, have dinner, then we could try things out off camera. Is that okay?,” she asks.
“No filming the first time?,” he questions. “Well I just thinking it would put a pressure off, and we can see how it goes. Just enjoy ourselves and see how we do together the first go around. If that’s a problem—,” she begins. “No problem at all,” he says quickly. “Good,” she nods. After finishing up they exchange numbers as planned, and before Heather leaves, she turns and gives Mike a wink. “Looking forward to doing business with you,” she says before walking out of the door.
As promised the two of them get to know each other over the next two weeks. It turns out the two of them have a good bit in common. They love staying in, being cozy, watching horror movies, and while Mike likes comics, Heather likes books. Heather’s gotten Mike’s background check and her results, which are all clear. She texts Mike a picture, and the following week, Mike sends her his results, which are all clear as well.
“So date night, Friday?,” Heather asks. “Yeah sure. Should I bring anything?,” he questions. “Dessert? I’ll cook the meal?,” she asks. “Sure,” he agrees. “It’s a date!,” she replies before they get off of the phone.
Friday Mike is a ball of nerves. He shows up to Heather’s house with a chocolate cake, and a bottle of wine. When he knocks on the door he doesn’t expect Heather to open the door in a dainty little robe, but there she is. “Hey sweetie. Come on in,” she says before standing aside to let him in. “I brought these. Uh…,” he trails off. “We can put those in the kitchen. I was thinking maybe we could have sex first? Being folded up with a full stomach isn’t always so fun,” she says.
“I’ll do whatever you say,” he says as he sits the cake and wine on the counter. “Hmm. Really?,” she asks with a cute scrunch of her nose. “Really. I’m at your disposal,” he tells her. “And why is that?,” she questions teasingly. “I mean obviously I’m your number one fan, but since we’ve met and gotten to know each other I only like you more. I’m… a bit enamored by you,” he replies, whispering the last part.
“God you really are the sweetest,” Heather says, moving closer. “I—,” he gets out before she kisses him. Mike reacts quickly. He wraps his arms around Heather, bringing her closer, deepening the kiss. When she pulls away, she’s breathless. “Come on,” she says as she takes him by the hand. She leads him up to her bedroom before dropping her robe.
She has on a cute translucent set that’s a darker purple, with lavender flowers on it. Mike’s brain stalls before he begins stripping. “I was wondering if we could try something? My ex never wanted to,” Heather says with a bit of a pout. Mike is already nodding, and she smiles before pulling out a bottle of creamy lubricant. “I want you to pour this on top of my panties and rub that pretty cock of yours on me, then—,” she starts before he’s pushing her back eagerly.
He lays her back on the bed, spreading her out before brushing his cock over her mound. He starts pumping the creamy lube out then goes to work. “Mmm,” she whimpers as his cock head rubs against her clit. His hands roam over her thighs before he pulls her panties aside enough to slip his cock beneath them. He continues his rutting before looking up into those eyes he’s seen a million times.
They’re filled with pleasure as soft sounds tumble from Heather’s lips. Suddenly she undoes her bra and lets him see her breasts bounce lightly. “Fuck,” he groans. He can’t believe this is happening. He almost feels like a little pervert, but she asked him, and now he’s going do to whatever it takes to make her feel as good as she’s made him over the last few years.
Mike keeps looking into her eyes as he reaches down and snaps the dainty strap on her hip. Heather gasps as he moves to do the other. “Fuck that was hot Mikey. Ahhh,” she moans. Her body starts tensing up and he can tell she’s getting close. “That’s it. Come on,” he huffs. Heather reaches down, splaying her hand over his cock as she comes. Her hips rock against him, and Mike isn’t sure how he’s not coming too, probably because he’s holding off for more. But God does his cock ache.
Without another thought he pushes Heather up onto the bed and kisses her sloppily. She wraps her arms around him, tangling her fingers into his curls. She can feel him pressing against her entrance, and when her hips tilt up, chasing his cock, he starts to push in. His hand finds its way beneath her plush ass and grabs a handful as he sinks into her.
Once he’s set he pulls back from their kiss, teeth gritted tight before opening his mouth and letting out the sluttiest moan. “Mikey,” Heather breathes. “H— hold on Angel. I— fuck you’re so tight,” he growls. His hips jerk forward of their own accord and before he can worry if it hurt Heather moans. “God… your cock. So thick,” she practically purrs. “You keep that up I’ll cum,” he chuckles. “Mikey… baby. We had video sex, remember? I know you can go more than once,” she smiled.
“B— but I’m inside?,” he says confusedly. “That’s where I prefer it but,” she shrugs before it clicks for him. That stupid bastard she’d been with wouldn’t fill up her sweet little pussy. “Something was really wrong with him,” he comments before starting to thrust. With that, he’s everywhere. Hands and mouth roaming, thick cock pumping. Heather is wound so tight it doesn’t take long for Mike to recognize she’s going to come again.
“Look at me,” he tells her. She opens her eyes and finds a blue flame staring back at her. “Oh— oh fuuuuck,” she screams. It’s too much, Mike absolutely loses it. “Yeah?,” he says as he pounds into her harder. “Cum inside me Mikey,” she then wails. His orgasm knocks the breath out of him. His movements become sloppy as he chases his own high. When he stops coming he collapses on top of Heather, overwhelmed with sensation.
She coos at him, gently caressing his body. “I can’t believe I just did that,”he murmurs into her skin. “Did what?,” she asks. “I just sex with most beautiful woman in the world,” he says as he raises up to meet her eye. Heather runs a hand over his face affectionally, liking him more and more. “Do you want to do it again?,” she asks seductively. “Please,” he says with puppy eyes.
“Little cutie,” she smiles before flipping the two of them. “Come here,”she says as she pulls him up to sitting. Heather drapes her arms around his neck and begins to ride him. “Oh god… Sweets. Fuck,” he blabbers. She gives him a kiss before he rests his against her chest, gently lapping at her breasts. “I— I like that,” she gasps, which only eggs him on. He pushes her breasts together to gain better access and keeps lapping at and sucking on her nipples.
When she comes this time it’s so forceful it snatches the cum right out of his aching cock. Mike falls back, bringing Heather with him, all while thrusting wildly into her. He fucks right through his orgasm, cock so sensitive it makes him start whining loudly, which only turns Heather on more. She lets him have his way. Fucking and fucking, bending her into each and every position he wants, and fuck he’s so eager. It’s so hot, and she makes sure to tell him through her sobs and moans.
Currently he’s spooned up behind her, hand between her legs stroking at her clit, while the other has an ironclad grasp on her right breast. “Hottest fuck of my liiiife Mikey,” she keens. “You know many times you’ve made me cum over the years Angel? I owe you so m— many orgasms. Want you to feel good,” he manages. His words make her pussy quiver, fluttering around him. “I— dunno if I can,” she says, becoming delirious with pleasure. “J— just one more. Want you to have one more,” he tells her.
Blinding white hot pleasure washes over her as her pussy starts to gush over Mike. She sobs as he rolls her over, body heavy on her back as he humps into her like a wild animal. “P— pretty pussy busting just for me,” he slurs as he draws out her pleasure. “Please… please,” she cries as she claws at the bedsheets. With one firm thrust he explodes, sending his heaviest load yet into her tight cunt.
“I… no more. I—,” she says through her tears. “Shhh baby. Shhh,” he says, somehow managing to form a coherent thought. He stays tucked inside while rubbing her body soothingly, placing tender kisses to her shoulders and cheek. When her body stops shaking so badly he pulls out and helps her turn to face him. When she does, she automatically reaches out and clings to him. “I’ve got you,” he says softly.
He lays beside her for a while, just caressing her and letting her know he’s there. “No one has ever fucked me like that before,” she sniffles as she looks up at him. “No?,” he chuckles. “You brought me to tears Mikey,” she laughs. “Was I good?,” he asks worriedly. “Best I’ve ever had,” she admits before cupping his face and kissing him. When she pulls away his baby blues have gone soft, and she knows for a fact she’s keeping him.
“How about a bath before dinner? I feel like jello. Limp and sticky,” she says, making him laugh uproariously. “Anything you want Sweets,” he says before scooping her up and taking her to the bathroom. That night they have dinner and just when Mike is going to leave, Heather surprises him.
“You could stay… if you want to,” she says softly. “Really?,” he smiles. “Yeah. I wouldn’t mind some cuddles after all of that. Then maybe if you’re up for it, we could film tomorrow?,” she says, letting her fingertips trail up his chest. “You really did like me huh?,” he grins cheekily. “Could you not tell?,” she asks with a pout. “Sure Sweets, but really… this still feels like a dream,” he admits. “Well wake up Mikey because you’re MINE now,” she says playfully as she squeezes him. He hastily throws her over his shoulder before carrying Heather off to bed.
Within the next six months Heather’s Poppy blows up thanks to her new partner, Mikey25. People can’t get enough of how eager, and how obsessed with her he is. Anytime she wants to try something new, or simply if she tells him to do something he’s clawing at the chance to please her. He’s more than doubled her subscriber count, and does well with tips of his own. He never takes solo requests though, and honestly since they started neither has Heather.
It’s a realization that dawns on her one night when Mike has his face between her legs. They’re filming but she can’t help herself. “M— Mikey…,” she chokes out. “Mmm,” he hums against her. “Come here,” she pants. “You want this cock baby?,” he questions. “I want you,” she tells him. “Well I’m gonna give you—,” he says as he runs his cock head through her folds before noticing her shaking her head. “What’s wrong?,” he asks frantically.
“I want you,” she says tearily. He sits up and pulls her into his lap, letting what she’s saying sink in. “Me?,” he questions. “Please. I— I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—,” she says, flustered before Mike crashes his lips into hers. “I’ve been yours from the moment we first met Sweets,” he admits. “Well that’s good because I think I love you,” she says with a nervous laugh. “Yeah?,” he smiles. “Yeah,” she nods. “I love you too,” he replies happily.
Two months later Mike moves in, happy to have his girl at arms length at any given time, and Heather agrees. She’s never felt so loved and cared for in her life.
One day the two of them are sitting around, not doing much when the doorbell rings. “I’ve got it,” he tells Heather before giving her a quick kiss. When he opens the door he’s met with a familiar face… Heather’s ex. “Can I help you?,” Mike deadpans. “You must be the new guy! I was just here to tell Heather I’m back. You can clear out my guy,” he says, trying to come inside.
“Actually,” Mike starts, pushing him back, “I’m not okay with other guys fucking my girlfriend.” “Girlfriend?,” he scoffs. “Who is it Mikey?,” Heather says, wrapping her arms around him. Mike puts an arm around her, tucking her into his side. “Oh…. What do you want?,” she asks. “Says he’s back and says I can clear out,” Mike tells her. “Really?,” Heather asks before laughing manically.
“I’m sorry. That’s funny. Even if Mikey and I weren’t a couple I would neeeever take you back. He’s sweet to me, and is way better in bed than you ever were. If you don’t believe me go check our videos out. Have a nice life,” she says before slamming the door in his face.
“That was so hot,” Mike then comments without thinking. “Yeah? Why don’t you show me how hot it was huh?,” Heather teases. “Gladly,” he replies before pressing her up against the front door.
thinking about Clark's indestructible skin and how it annoys you to hell and back that he leaves you with all sorts of marks and you can't even leave one so you ask Bruce's help and he's more than happy to oblige because who doesn't wanna mess with their best friend?
so he makes you a special nail polish that has kryptonite dusted into the shade. it's a pretty emerald colour and you get acrylics with it to make sure it's extra sturdy
needless to say, the throaty moan that leaves him the moment the nails score his chest as he fucks into you imprinted in your mind instantly-
Hello all!
Just a little sherlock one shot that was cooking up in my head! God I love that man!! I promise We'll get back to the regularly scheduled program soon! I PROMISE!!!
Summary: Sherlock is busy with work, and you try your best to stay out of his way but you can be quite fussy when you want his attention.
Warnings: Cursing. Sex MDNI, P in V sex. Fingering, Multiple Orgasms. Creampie. Unprotected sex. dirty talk. Sherlock being painfully handsome! Soft Dom sherlock
Entranced, yes that was the word. I was fully entranced just watching from the doorway. The bright morning sun streams through the window of the study, casting a warm glow around him as he works. His features are almost angelic, of course; truly, he was anything but. The thought causes a soft giggle to escape my lips.
“If you were trying to be discreet, you’ve blown your cover,” he says, his voice low, smooth, and calm. There’s an ever-present smirk on his face. Throughout the whole interaction, he never once looks up from his desk. Another giggle escaped me, and I took a few steps into the study.
“Not sneaking, simply admiring.” I smile. “You’ve been working at this one for quite some time,” I tell him. I walk over to his desk, standing behind him, my hands gently resting on his large shoulders. His smirk grows wider, and he hums softly. I feel myself gasp as the detective captures one of my hands from his shoulders and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my palm.
“Yes,” He says, his voice steady and strong. “And still much more work to do. I don’t want to keep you cooped up in here watching me go mad. It’s a beautiful day, darling. Why don’t you go take in some of that lovely sunshine we’ve been blessed with, and I’ll work on finishing up here.” I bite my lip, my eyebrow raised in question, but I hold back my protest. Sherlock is a busy man. I’ve always known that. He never blatantly tries to ignore me or keep me otherwise occupied. So I nod, giving him a soft smile. I lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Okay, my love, please try not to go too crazy, will you?” I giggle. The request earns me a chuckle, and he looks up briefly to meet my gaze as I move to leave his study.
“I shall do my best, my darling.” He says before turning back to his work, leaving me alone again with my thoughts. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right; as always, I shouldn’t waste away in this flat waiting for him to finish his work.
So I do head out to town for a while. I walk the streets of downtown London in the warm spring air, breathing life into me. I stop at the market to see what fresh flowers they’ve got. Baker Street could certainly use a touch of color, and I know Sherlock won’t mind. After picking out a few bunches, my basket full of florals, herbs, and a few baked goods, I make my way back to the flat. It’s late afternoon now. I busy myself arranging the flowers in vases and putting away my other goods.
I still haven’t heard a sound from Sherlock. Peeking my head into his study, I see he’s still right where I left him. I sighed and shook my head. With nothing better to do I join him in his study. I scan his shelves for something to read, it’s been one of our favorite ways to spend quiet time together lately. Lying together in the garden, reading our respective stories. I look over at him again; still lost in his work, he’s probably barely even noticed my presence. Finding a story that is a particular favorite of mine I curl up on the chaise and open the book.
This may not have been nearly as good an idea as I’d thought. Since I woke this morning, I’ve been craving Sherlock's affections. Sitting so close now, only to be ignored and left unnoticed, has only annoyed me. I let out a huff, sitting up and looking over at his desk… nothing. I sigh and turn back to my book. I lie back, settling in again, struggling to get comfortable. Another hour passes. Or at least it feels like an hour. I suppose I can’t be sure. And I feel as if I’m going to go insane. I let out a groan of frustration.
“Not enjoying the story?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. He’s far too smart to believe that is the source of my plight. I pull back from my book far enough for him to see me roll my eyes, and he chuckles. “I do so love watching you squirm.” He says with a dark glint in his eye. And finally, he lays down his pen and slams his book shut. I raise an eyebrow at him, not daring to speak a word, but my eyes are full of challenge.
“I was hoping to spend a nice relaxing evening with you, my darling,” he teases. “But seem’s you needs an attitude adjustment.” He’s standing behind me, his breath hot on my ear as he purrs. “Am I going to have to fuck it out of you darling? Or are you going to apologize for being so bratty and impatient?” My mouth goes dry, and my body is suddenly on fire.
“S-sherlock.” I gasp. “I- my love, I didn’t intend to … I-” I stutter, trying to find the words, but it seems all competent thoughts have left me. This is just how he wants me. This is exactly what I meant, Sherlock is no angel. He likes to play dirty. Make me flustered and shy and needy. He won’t stop until I’m begging. Nothing gives him more pleasure than making me tell him all the dirty things I’d love him to do to me. All it takes is a look, and he has me melting. And as annoyed with him as I am for turning me into a brainless, incompetent, desperate woman. He knows this is exactly what I’ve been needing all day.
He chuckles and steps around the sofa, standing in front of me. He takes the book from my hands, tossing it to the side. He leans over me, a primal look in his eye as his knee gently parts my thighs and he hovers over me on the sofa.
“What didn’t you intend to do, my love? Hmm? Did you not intend to huff and pout for my attention? Is that it?” He smirks, nipping playfully at my ear as he chuckles darkly. “You just forgot your words, didn’t you darling, just forgot how to ask properly. It’s alright, my sweet. I’ll remind you.” He purrs his lips trailing down my jaw and neck as his tongue traces my collar bone.
“I’m sorry, my love.” I pant, my chest heaving. Instinctively, I tilt my head back to allow him better access. He lets out a feral growl, and his hands squeeze my hips possessively as he starts to explore my body with his touch.
“Oh, I know you are my sweet. And I’m going to give you the attention you so badly need.” He smirks, his hands slide under my skirt gripping my thighs, a low growl escaping him as he kisses my neck. I let out a soft needy moan my body arching into his my thighs naturally spreading to make room for him. He chuckles his breath tickling my skin where he’s biting at my collarbone.
“Still so impatient; you haven’t learned your lesson, have you my darling?” he cradles my face in his hands, kissing me passionately. His tongue explored my mouth as we kissed. When he pulls back, he grabs my wrist, nearly dragging me off the chaise. Before I can begin to fall, he catches me, holding me against his chest. “Now what should I do with you?” He purrs. I look up at him, my eyes blown wide with lust and desire.
“Sherlock, please,” I begged, my voice weak and pathetic. He lets out a low growl that I can feel deep in his chest. He grabs me around the waist, picking me up he holds me tightly with one arm as the other sweeps the papers from his desk. He sets me down and steps between my parted thighs.
“Please what, my love? Hmm? Ask for what you want darling.” He teases his hand, slowly creeping up my thigh again. his fingers graze the fabric of my panties, and my breath hitches.
“I-I can’t.” I blush, biting my lip. Sherlock chuckles his other hand gripping my chin to make me look at him.
“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You’ve had those filthy little desires playing in your head all day. And I want to hear every detail,” he growls. My breath catches in my throat as I hold his gaze.
“T-touch me,” I beg and grab his wrist, pressing his fingers more firmly against my core. “Here, please,” I whine. Sherlock lets out another low growl, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as he starts to slowly rub me through my panties. I whimper and arch into his body.
“So wet already. You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He smirks, and finally, he slips his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties, pushing two inside me, curling them as he starts to pump them in and out. I let out a desperate mewl, my hips moving, grinding on his hand. He moves his thumb to rub circles on my clit. He smirks as he watches my face contort with pleasure. “That’s it, my love. So beautiful when you’re like this. So desprate for my affection. He adds a third finger and pumps them faster, curling them just right so I’m seeing starts. My hands come up to clutch his shirt, my thighs shaking and head falling back, letting out a needy moan. My walls clamp around his fingers gushing on his hand.
“Oh sherlock!” I whimper, panting as I come down from my orgasm.
“That was beautiful sweetheart,” He smiles, kissing me tenderly. “We’re far from done. You know that, don’t you?” he teases. I giggle, nodding shyly. Without further preamble, he tears open my blouse, his eyes raking over me hungrily. He tears off his own shirt, tossing it aside, and cups my face, kissing me passionately. He gently pushes me back, laying me back on the desk, his lips trailing down my body. He stops when he gets to my breasts squeezing them softly and leaning down to capture my nipple in his mouth sucking and flicking with his tongue. I moan loudly, my back arching, pushing my breast further against his mouth.
He groans sucking soflty and then swithing to give attention to the other breasts. He shoves up my skirt, bunching it around my waist, and then fumbles with his zipper.
“I can’t wait be inside you,” He moans. I gasp as I feel the thick head of his cock brush through my folds
“My love, please, I need to feel you filling me. Make me whole.” I beg. With a feral growl, he surges forward, sheathing himself inside my tight heat. He lets out a groan, giving me only a moment to adjust before he sets a punishing pace.
“Fuck,” He moans. “You’re so tight, so perfect, darling. Is this what you needed, my sweet? To be filled and taken. Reminded who you belong to?” I nod and let out a breathy moan. He pulls my leg up around his hip and drives into me deeper. The angle allows him to hit that perfect spot deep within me. My eyes roll back, and I feel myself climbing to my high.
“My perfect girl,” sherlock praises his as he brings his thumb between us to rub my clit. My body shakes beneath him as he captures my lips in another searing kiss.” Thats it, my love. Let go,” he coos. “Let me feel all your pent up desire and love as you cum for me.” he encourages. I feel my pussy spasming on his cock and he growls “Good girl,” With those words I tumble over the edge my toes curling my head falling back gushing on his cock as my body trembles with pleasure.
“Sherlock!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me and he fucks me through it. I feel his hips start to falter and he takes my hand pinning my wrists to the desk as he fucks me, his breathing ragged as he lets out a string of incoheart praises.
“Yes,.. fuck.. You’re perfect, my love. Gonna fill you with my seed… such a good girl for me. Take it all, darling.” He growls in my ear, his body going stiff as he releases inside me. His hips jerk softly as he works himself through his orgasm.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies connected and whole. With a soft groan, Sherlock stands and slowly pulls out of me. He takes my hand, helping me sit up on the desk. He cups my face and peppers it with kisses, pulling back and searching my face for any sign of discomfort. “Are you alright, my love?” He asked, his voice soft and tender. I nod a satisfied smile on my lips.
“Yes darling, I’m perfect.” I giggle. “I am sorry for being such a brat when I’m being needy.” I blush, ducking my head to tuck myself against his chest. Sherlock chuckles.
“I know you are, my sweet. the truth is.” He says with a slight smirk in his voice. “I quite enjoy it, I was finished with my work hours ago. But I do so enjoy watching you squirm.” He winks.
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Just a little sherlock one shot that was cooking up in my head! God I love that man!! I promise We'll get back to the regularly scheduled program soon! I PROMISE!!!
Summary: Sherlock is busy with work, and you try your best to stay out of his way but you can be quite fussy when you want his attention.
Warnings: Cursing. Sex MDNI, P in V sex. Fingering, Multiple Orgasms. Creampie. Unprotected sex. dirty talk. Sherlock being painfully handsome! Soft Dom sherlock
Entranced, yes that was the word. I was fully entranced just watching from the doorway. The bright morning sun streams through the window of the study, casting a warm glow around him as he works. His features are almost angelic, of course; truly, he was anything but. The thought causes a soft giggle to escape my lips.
“If you were trying to be discreet, you’ve blown your cover,” he says, his voice low, smooth, and calm. There’s an ever-present smirk on his face. Throughout the whole interaction, he never once looks up from his desk. Another giggle escaped me, and I took a few steps into the study.
“Not sneaking, simply admiring.” I smile. “You’ve been working at this one for quite some time,” I tell him. I walk over to his desk, standing behind him, my hands gently resting on his large shoulders. His smirk grows wider, and he hums softly. I feel myself gasp as the detective captures one of my hands from his shoulders and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my palm.
“Yes,” He says, his voice steady and strong. “And still much more work to do. I don’t want to keep you cooped up in here watching me go mad. It’s a beautiful day, darling. Why don’t you go take in some of that lovely sunshine we’ve been blessed with, and I’ll work on finishing up here.” I bite my lip, my eyebrow raised in question, but I hold back my protest. Sherlock is a busy man. I’ve always known that. He never blatantly tries to ignore me or keep me otherwise occupied. So I nod, giving him a soft smile. I lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Okay, my love, please try not to go too crazy, will you?” I giggle. The request earns me a chuckle, and he looks up briefly to meet my gaze as I move to leave his study.
“I shall do my best, my darling.” He says before turning back to his work, leaving me alone again with my thoughts. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right; as always, I shouldn’t waste away in this flat waiting for him to finish his work.
So I do head out to town for a while. I walk the streets of downtown London in the warm spring air, breathing life into me. I stop at the market to see what fresh flowers they’ve got. Baker Street could certainly use a touch of color, and I know Sherlock won’t mind. After picking out a few bunches, my basket full of florals, herbs, and a few baked goods, I make my way back to the flat. It’s late afternoon now. I busy myself arranging the flowers in vases and putting away my other goods.
I still haven’t heard a sound from Sherlock. Peeking my head into his study, I see he’s still right where I left him. I sighed and shook my head. With nothing better to do I join him in his study. I scan his shelves for something to read, it’s been one of our favorite ways to spend quiet time together lately. Lying together in the garden, reading our respective stories. I look over at him again; still lost in his work, he’s probably barely even noticed my presence. Finding a story that is a particular favorite of mine I curl up on the chaise and open the book.
This may not have been nearly as good an idea as I’d thought. Since I woke this morning, I’ve been craving Sherlock's affections. Sitting so close now, only to be ignored and left unnoticed, has only annoyed me. I let out a huff, sitting up and looking over at his desk… nothing. I sigh and turn back to my book. I lie back, settling in again, struggling to get comfortable. Another hour passes. Or at least it feels like an hour. I suppose I can’t be sure. And I feel as if I’m going to go insane. I let out a groan of frustration.
“Not enjoying the story?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. He’s far too smart to believe that is the source of my plight. I pull back from my book far enough for him to see me roll my eyes, and he chuckles. “I do so love watching you squirm.” He says with a dark glint in his eye. And finally, he lays down his pen and slams his book shut. I raise an eyebrow at him, not daring to speak a word, but my eyes are full of challenge.
“I was hoping to spend a nice relaxing evening with you, my darling,” he teases. “But seem’s you needs an attitude adjustment.” He’s standing behind me, his breath hot on my ear as he purrs. “Am I going to have to fuck it out of you darling? Or are you going to apologize for being so bratty and impatient?” My mouth goes dry, and my body is suddenly on fire.
“S-sherlock.” I gasp. “I- my love, I didn’t intend to … I-” I stutter, trying to find the words, but it seems all competent thoughts have left me. This is just how he wants me. This is exactly what I meant, Sherlock is no angel. He likes to play dirty. Make me flustered and shy and needy. He won’t stop until I’m begging. Nothing gives him more pleasure than making me tell him all the dirty things I’d love him to do to me. All it takes is a look, and he has me melting. And as annoyed with him as I am for turning me into a brainless, incompetent, desperate woman. He knows this is exactly what I’ve been needing all day.
He chuckles and steps around the sofa, standing in front of me. He takes the book from my hands, tossing it to the side. He leans over me, a primal look in his eye as his knee gently parts my thighs and he hovers over me on the sofa.
“What didn’t you intend to do, my love? Hmm? Did you not intend to huff and pout for my attention? Is that it?” He smirks, nipping playfully at my ear as he chuckles darkly. “You just forgot your words, didn’t you darling, just forgot how to ask properly. It’s alright, my sweet. I’ll remind you.” He purrs his lips trailing down my jaw and neck as his tongue traces my collar bone.
“I’m sorry, my love.” I pant, my chest heaving. Instinctively, I tilt my head back to allow him better access. He lets out a feral growl, and his hands squeeze my hips possessively as he starts to explore my body with his touch.
“Oh, I know you are my sweet. And I’m going to give you the attention you so badly need.” He smirks, his hands slide under my skirt gripping my thighs, a low growl escaping him as he kisses my neck. I let out a soft needy moan my body arching into his my thighs naturally spreading to make room for him. He chuckles his breath tickling my skin where he’s biting at my collarbone.
“Still so impatient; you haven’t learned your lesson, have you my darling?” he cradles my face in his hands, kissing me passionately. His tongue explored my mouth as we kissed. When he pulls back, he grabs my wrist, nearly dragging me off the chaise. Before I can begin to fall, he catches me, holding me against his chest. “Now what should I do with you?” He purrs. I look up at him, my eyes blown wide with lust and desire.
“Sherlock, please,” I begged, my voice weak and pathetic. He lets out a low growl that I can feel deep in his chest. He grabs me around the waist, picking me up he holds me tightly with one arm as the other sweeps the papers from his desk. He sets me down and steps between my parted thighs.
“Please what, my love? Hmm? Ask for what you want darling.” He teases his hand, slowly creeping up my thigh again. his fingers graze the fabric of my panties, and my breath hitches.
“I-I can’t.” I blush, biting my lip. Sherlock chuckles his other hand gripping my chin to make me look at him.
“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You’ve had those filthy little desires playing in your head all day. And I want to hear every detail,” he growls. My breath catches in my throat as I hold his gaze.
“T-touch me,” I beg and grab his wrist, pressing his fingers more firmly against my core. “Here, please,” I whine. Sherlock lets out another low growl, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as he starts to slowly rub me through my panties. I whimper and arch into his body.
“So wet already. You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He smirks, and finally, he slips his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties, pushing two inside me, curling them as he starts to pump them in and out. I let out a desperate mewl, my hips moving, grinding on his hand. He moves his thumb to rub circles on my clit. He smirks as he watches my face contort with pleasure. “That’s it, my love. So beautiful when you’re like this. So desprate for my affection. He adds a third finger and pumps them faster, curling them just right so I’m seeing starts. My hands come up to clutch his shirt, my thighs shaking and head falling back, letting out a needy moan. My walls clamp around his fingers gushing on his hand.
“Oh sherlock!” I whimper, panting as I come down from my orgasm.
“That was beautiful sweetheart,” He smiles, kissing me tenderly. “We’re far from done. You know that, don’t you?” he teases. I giggle, nodding shyly. Without further preamble, he tears open my blouse, his eyes raking over me hungrily. He tears off his own shirt, tossing it aside, and cups my face, kissing me passionately. He gently pushes me back, laying me back on the desk, his lips trailing down my body. He stops when he gets to my breasts squeezing them softly and leaning down to capture my nipple in his mouth sucking and flicking with his tongue. I moan loudly, my back arching, pushing my breast further against his mouth.
He groans sucking soflty and then swithing to give attention to the other breasts. He shoves up my skirt, bunching it around my waist, and then fumbles with his zipper.
“I can’t wait be inside you,” He moans. I gasp as I feel the thick head of his cock brush through my folds
“My love, please, I need to feel you filling me. Make me whole.” I beg. With a feral growl, he surges forward, sheathing himself inside my tight heat. He lets out a groan, giving me only a moment to adjust before he sets a punishing pace.
“Fuck,” He moans. “You’re so tight, so perfect, darling. Is this what you needed, my sweet? To be filled and taken. Reminded who you belong to?” I nod and let out a breathy moan. He pulls my leg up around his hip and drives into me deeper. The angle allows him to hit that perfect spot deep within me. My eyes roll back, and I feel myself climbing to my high.
“My perfect girl,” sherlock praises his as he brings his thumb between us to rub my clit. My body shakes beneath him as he captures my lips in another searing kiss.” Thats it, my love. Let go,” he coos. “Let me feel all your pent up desire and love as you cum for me.” he encourages. I feel my pussy spasming on his cock and he growls “Good girl,” With those words I tumble over the edge my toes curling my head falling back gushing on his cock as my body trembles with pleasure.
“Sherlock!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me and he fucks me through it. I feel his hips start to falter and he takes my hand pinning my wrists to the desk as he fucks me, his breathing ragged as he lets out a string of incoheart praises.
“Yes,.. fuck.. You’re perfect, my love. Gonna fill you with my seed… such a good girl for me. Take it all, darling.” He growls in my ear, his body going stiff as he releases inside me. His hips jerk softly as he works himself through his orgasm.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies connected and whole. With a soft groan, Sherlock stands and slowly pulls out of me. He takes my hand, helping me sit up on the desk. He cups my face and peppers it with kisses, pulling back and searching my face for any sign of discomfort. “Are you alright, my love?” He asked, his voice soft and tender. I nod a satisfied smile on my lips.
“Yes darling, I’m perfect.” I giggle. “I am sorry for being such a brat when I’m being needy.” I blush, ducking my head to tuck myself against his chest. Sherlock chuckles.
“I know you are, my sweet. the truth is.” He says with a slight smirk in his voice. “I quite enjoy it, I was finished with my work hours ago. But I do so enjoy watching you squirm.” He winks.
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let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are always welcome!!
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Hello all!
Just a little sherlock one shot that was cooking up in my head! God I love that man!! I promise We'll get back to the regularly scheduled program soon! I PROMISE!!!
Summary: Sherlock is busy with work, and you try your best to stay out of his way but you can be quite fussy when you want his attention.
Warnings: Cursing. Sex MDNI, P in V sex. Fingering, Multiple Orgasms. Creampie. Unprotected sex. dirty talk. Sherlock being painfully handsome! Soft Dom sherlock
Entranced, yes that was the word. I was fully entranced just watching from the doorway. The bright morning sun streams through the window of the study, casting a warm glow around him as he works. His features are almost angelic, of course; truly, he was anything but. The thought causes a soft giggle to escape my lips.
“If you were trying to be discreet, you’ve blown your cover,” he says, his voice low, smooth, and calm. There’s an ever-present smirk on his face. Throughout the whole interaction, he never once looks up from his desk. Another giggle escaped me, and I took a few steps into the study.
“Not sneaking, simply admiring.” I smile. “You’ve been working at this one for quite some time,” I tell him. I walk over to his desk, standing behind him, my hands gently resting on his large shoulders. His smirk grows wider, and he hums softly. I feel myself gasp as the detective captures one of my hands from his shoulders and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my palm.
“Yes,” He says, his voice steady and strong. “And still much more work to do. I don’t want to keep you cooped up in here watching me go mad. It’s a beautiful day, darling. Why don’t you go take in some of that lovely sunshine we’ve been blessed with, and I’ll work on finishing up here.” I bite my lip, my eyebrow raised in question, but I hold back my protest. Sherlock is a busy man. I’ve always known that. He never blatantly tries to ignore me or keep me otherwise occupied. So I nod, giving him a soft smile. I lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Okay, my love, please try not to go too crazy, will you?” I giggle. The request earns me a chuckle, and he looks up briefly to meet my gaze as I move to leave his study.
“I shall do my best, my darling.” He says before turning back to his work, leaving me alone again with my thoughts. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right; as always, I shouldn’t waste away in this flat waiting for him to finish his work.
So I do head out to town for a while. I walk the streets of downtown London in the warm spring air, breathing life into me. I stop at the market to see what fresh flowers they’ve got. Baker Street could certainly use a touch of color, and I know Sherlock won’t mind. After picking out a few bunches, my basket full of florals, herbs, and a few baked goods, I make my way back to the flat. It’s late afternoon now. I busy myself arranging the flowers in vases and putting away my other goods.
I still haven’t heard a sound from Sherlock. Peeking my head into his study, I see he’s still right where I left him. I sighed and shook my head. With nothing better to do I join him in his study. I scan his shelves for something to read, it’s been one of our favorite ways to spend quiet time together lately. Lying together in the garden, reading our respective stories. I look over at him again; still lost in his work, he’s probably barely even noticed my presence. Finding a story that is a particular favorite of mine I curl up on the chaise and open the book.
This may not have been nearly as good an idea as I’d thought. Since I woke this morning, I’ve been craving Sherlock's affections. Sitting so close now, only to be ignored and left unnoticed, has only annoyed me. I let out a huff, sitting up and looking over at his desk… nothing. I sigh and turn back to my book. I lie back, settling in again, struggling to get comfortable. Another hour passes. Or at least it feels like an hour. I suppose I can’t be sure. And I feel as if I’m going to go insane. I let out a groan of frustration.
“Not enjoying the story?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. He’s far too smart to believe that is the source of my plight. I pull back from my book far enough for him to see me roll my eyes, and he chuckles. “I do so love watching you squirm.” He says with a dark glint in his eye. And finally, he lays down his pen and slams his book shut. I raise an eyebrow at him, not daring to speak a word, but my eyes are full of challenge.
“I was hoping to spend a nice relaxing evening with you, my darling,” he teases. “But seem’s you needs an attitude adjustment.” He’s standing behind me, his breath hot on my ear as he purrs. “Am I going to have to fuck it out of you darling? Or are you going to apologize for being so bratty and impatient?” My mouth goes dry, and my body is suddenly on fire.
“S-sherlock.” I gasp. “I- my love, I didn’t intend to … I-” I stutter, trying to find the words, but it seems all competent thoughts have left me. This is just how he wants me. This is exactly what I meant, Sherlock is no angel. He likes to play dirty. Make me flustered and shy and needy. He won’t stop until I’m begging. Nothing gives him more pleasure than making me tell him all the dirty things I’d love him to do to me. All it takes is a look, and he has me melting. And as annoyed with him as I am for turning me into a brainless, incompetent, desperate woman. He knows this is exactly what I’ve been needing all day.
He chuckles and steps around the sofa, standing in front of me. He takes the book from my hands, tossing it to the side. He leans over me, a primal look in his eye as his knee gently parts my thighs and he hovers over me on the sofa.
“What didn’t you intend to do, my love? Hmm? Did you not intend to huff and pout for my attention? Is that it?” He smirks, nipping playfully at my ear as he chuckles darkly. “You just forgot your words, didn’t you darling, just forgot how to ask properly. It’s alright, my sweet. I’ll remind you.” He purrs his lips trailing down my jaw and neck as his tongue traces my collar bone.
“I’m sorry, my love.” I pant, my chest heaving. Instinctively, I tilt my head back to allow him better access. He lets out a feral growl, and his hands squeeze my hips possessively as he starts to explore my body with his touch.
“Oh, I know you are my sweet. And I’m going to give you the attention you so badly need.” He smirks, his hands slide under my skirt gripping my thighs, a low growl escaping him as he kisses my neck. I let out a soft needy moan my body arching into his my thighs naturally spreading to make room for him. He chuckles his breath tickling my skin where he’s biting at my collarbone.
“Still so impatient; you haven’t learned your lesson, have you my darling?” he cradles my face in his hands, kissing me passionately. His tongue explored my mouth as we kissed. When he pulls back, he grabs my wrist, nearly dragging me off the chaise. Before I can begin to fall, he catches me, holding me against his chest. “Now what should I do with you?” He purrs. I look up at him, my eyes blown wide with lust and desire.
“Sherlock, please,” I begged, my voice weak and pathetic. He lets out a low growl that I can feel deep in his chest. He grabs me around the waist, picking me up he holds me tightly with one arm as the other sweeps the papers from his desk. He sets me down and steps between my parted thighs.
“Please what, my love? Hmm? Ask for what you want darling.” He teases his hand, slowly creeping up my thigh again. his fingers graze the fabric of my panties, and my breath hitches.
“I-I can’t.” I blush, biting my lip. Sherlock chuckles his other hand gripping my chin to make me look at him.
“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You’ve had those filthy little desires playing in your head all day. And I want to hear every detail,” he growls. My breath catches in my throat as I hold his gaze.
“T-touch me,” I beg and grab his wrist, pressing his fingers more firmly against my core. “Here, please,” I whine. Sherlock lets out another low growl, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as he starts to slowly rub me through my panties. I whimper and arch into his body.
“So wet already. You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He smirks, and finally, he slips his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties, pushing two inside me, curling them as he starts to pump them in and out. I let out a desperate mewl, my hips moving, grinding on his hand. He moves his thumb to rub circles on my clit. He smirks as he watches my face contort with pleasure. “That’s it, my love. So beautiful when you’re like this. So desprate for my affection. He adds a third finger and pumps them faster, curling them just right so I’m seeing starts. My hands come up to clutch his shirt, my thighs shaking and head falling back, letting out a needy moan. My walls clamp around his fingers gushing on his hand.
“Oh sherlock!” I whimper, panting as I come down from my orgasm.
“That was beautiful sweetheart,” He smiles, kissing me tenderly. “We’re far from done. You know that, don’t you?” he teases. I giggle, nodding shyly. Without further preamble, he tears open my blouse, his eyes raking over me hungrily. He tears off his own shirt, tossing it aside, and cups my face, kissing me passionately. He gently pushes me back, laying me back on the desk, his lips trailing down my body. He stops when he gets to my breasts squeezing them softly and leaning down to capture my nipple in his mouth sucking and flicking with his tongue. I moan loudly, my back arching, pushing my breast further against his mouth.
He groans sucking soflty and then swithing to give attention to the other breasts. He shoves up my skirt, bunching it around my waist, and then fumbles with his zipper.
“I can’t wait be inside you,” He moans. I gasp as I feel the thick head of his cock brush through my folds
“My love, please, I need to feel you filling me. Make me whole.” I beg. With a feral growl, he surges forward, sheathing himself inside my tight heat. He lets out a groan, giving me only a moment to adjust before he sets a punishing pace.
“Fuck,” He moans. “You’re so tight, so perfect, darling. Is this what you needed, my sweet? To be filled and taken. Reminded who you belong to?” I nod and let out a breathy moan. He pulls my leg up around his hip and drives into me deeper. The angle allows him to hit that perfect spot deep within me. My eyes roll back, and I feel myself climbing to my high.
“My perfect girl,” sherlock praises his as he brings his thumb between us to rub my clit. My body shakes beneath him as he captures my lips in another searing kiss.” Thats it, my love. Let go,” he coos. “Let me feel all your pent up desire and love as you cum for me.” he encourages. I feel my pussy spasming on his cock and he growls “Good girl,” With those words I tumble over the edge my toes curling my head falling back gushing on his cock as my body trembles with pleasure.
“Sherlock!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me and he fucks me through it. I feel his hips start to falter and he takes my hand pinning my wrists to the desk as he fucks me, his breathing ragged as he lets out a string of incoheart praises.
“Yes,.. fuck.. You’re perfect, my love. Gonna fill you with my seed… such a good girl for me. Take it all, darling.” He growls in my ear, his body going stiff as he releases inside me. His hips jerk softly as he works himself through his orgasm.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies connected and whole. With a soft groan, Sherlock stands and slowly pulls out of me. He takes my hand, helping me sit up on the desk. He cups my face and peppers it with kisses, pulling back and searching my face for any sign of discomfort. “Are you alright, my love?” He asked, his voice soft and tender. I nod a satisfied smile on my lips.
“Yes darling, I’m perfect.” I giggle. “I am sorry for being such a brat when I’m being needy.” I blush, ducking my head to tuck myself against his chest. Sherlock chuckles.
“I know you are, my sweet. the truth is.” He says with a slight smirk in his voice. “I quite enjoy it, I was finished with my work hours ago. But I do so enjoy watching you squirm.” He winks.
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