This one word is what youâve been chasing your entire life and this might truly be it.
Upon awakening, it seemed a window mustâve been left open as the entire bedroom had a lingering scent of petrichor from the late night rain. A soft groan would draw you farther out of your sleepy haze but not enough to clearly open your eyes. Your brain finally took note of the warmth beside you which soon enveloped your form.
âHave you seen my glasses?â Clark would mutter into your skin as his lips trailed along your collarbone, putting precise pressure into any beauty marks heâd note in his mindâan absentminded habit of his youâve always loved.
He didnât even need his glasses, it just had become such a habit for him to wear them when he wasnât Superman. It was cute thoughâ watching them slip down his nose bridge when he tilts down his head, as they fog whenever you both would heat coffee on the kitchen stove, or when they go all crooked when he falls asleep on the couch.
You finally opened your eyes, now lying on your back as Clark had his arms wrapped around your waist. It was a sight for sore eyes, or⌠tired eyes. It warmed your expression, and it nearly made you forget the task at hand. Frizzy curls, baby blues, freckled skin, the wide expanse of his back which dipped and curved with contoured muscles, and those huge armsâŚ
Glasses.
You looked around, your mind still a little hazy and your eyes still low.
They sat amongst the night stand which was beside your spot in bed, howâd they end up there? Nobody knew.
A quiet grunt would accompany your actions as you stretched to pick up the frames, it was a lazy act and your thumb smeared across the lens without you even noticing before you held the glasses from each leg pinched between your fingers.
âTilt up your head, baby,â youâd hum lazily, which Clark would oblige with a small grumble.
His eyes would flutter completely open now, watching you with quiet admiration as youâd slip the glasses onto his faceâtucking each leg behind his ear and assuring the nose piece would be placed atop his nose bridge. He was smiling, a soft expression plastered all across his face with pure love, but then he snickered.
âWhat?â Youâd huff in surprise, a warm feeling maintaining your lovesick grin.
âHoney, these are completely smeared,â heâd quip, taking off the frames and bundling up your oversized shirt into his hand.
âMaybe you messed them up before you placed them down for the night,â
He clicked his tongue in response, shushing you as he cleaned the lens of his glasses with the fabric of your top. His biceps straining from the simple movement caught your eye, they always caught your eye.
âI clean them every night with soap and water,â heâd whisper, grinning up at you as teasing as ever.
You would probably huff or complainâŚif it wasnât for those muscles staring right back at you. Stretched upon your form, holding you, those biceps distracted you like no other could.
It was blatant attraction that gave warmth to your face with no exception. A dusty pink always appearing across your cheeks. Instead of responding clearly, you reached for his arms, your fingers expanding along the muscle.
âGlasses⌠rightâŚâ youâd smile to yourself, a dazed tone leading Clark to chuckle and slipping back on his glasses before he let his head fall into your stomach, pressing little kisses to your clothed belly.
Heâd pick up his body with his palms, hovering over you now before settling himself beside you. Sitting up now, heâd stretch his body, showcasing his muscular abdomen for a moment before breaking your gaze with a gesture to come closer.
With a smile, youâd lazily shuffle out of the covers to bring each leg beside each of Clarkâs thighs, accommodating to settle into his lap.
This was a common occurrence, where in the morning heâd just sit and hold you, breathe you in, caress you. In return, youâd grab at your favorite parts: his biceps and chest.
You hummed and held his arms, fingers tracing up over the muscles, grabbing and squeezing at his biceps whilst his hands crept under your shirt. He gently massaged his fingertips into your back, pressing lazy pecks which soon transitioned into more absentminded trails down your neck.
Youâd tilt back your head, sighing happily. You could feel the little nips and graze of his teeth along with the trace of his glasses frame along your skin.
Youâd then drag your hands to his chest, squeezing at his pecs with a mischievous grin appearing across your face. Heâd scoff in return as you practically fondled him, nipping a little harder which led you to giggle.
âIf you have an issue with my hands, try wearing a shirt to bed,â youâd mutter, of course just teasing.
âSo itâs my fault?â Clark would grin, tilting his head back up to meet eyes with you, flickering down for a moment to glance at your hands grasping at his pectorals.
Youâd only nod before peppering kisses to the corner of his mouth, then as he continued to smile wider youâd graze your teeth along his dimples. You loved those dimples. You loved his muscle. You loved his kind touch.
it's been a long week, you're grumpy and unconfrontationalâClark is patient and persistent
cw: smut, piv, no protection not rlly mentioned it's not a big deal (it's a big deal irl, stay protected obvi), bath sex, sex so good you cry a little, aftercare, kinda a draft lwkâŚgulp
Youâve been coming home frustrated from work each day, a scowl on your face and a burning hatred for the world in your eyes.
On Monday, Clark was able to kiss the tension from your brows away, along with the frown on your lips. But now it was Tuesday, and you still had work to do by the time you were home.
His welcoming embrace was short lived as you immediately sat on the couch only to take out a stack of papers. By now, he knew something had to be done about the tension and stress.
On Wednesday, it was making you mean and short-tempered, a huff leaving your lips whenever he even looked at you. It wasnât intentional, but everything just felt so much more personal, so much more overwhelming.
Then on Thursday, you were completely avoidant. You didnât want to snap for a silly reason or roll your eyes at any small thing, so you kept to yourself, and of course Clark noticed. How could he not? He knew when you were stressed, and he knew when to leave you alone, but he also knew how to make it all better.
So, Clark Kent being the man he is, made plans.
He welcomed you at the door, grinning like a dork with full determination to make you feel better. You had exhaustion written all over your face, ready for a nap, and maybe takeout later whenever you woke up.
Clark immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, not even letting you close the door as he did it himself, locking the door. Heâd take the weight of your bag off your shoulders, and blabbered about how much he missed you.
It brought a weak smile to your face, and guilt soon clouded your mind as you thought about how cruel youâd been all week. Though before you could apologize, he was lifting you in his arms.
âClark!ââ Youâd gasp softly, but he was quick to shush you. âI have a surprise,â heâd grin, admiration in his eyes as he looked down at you in his arms, even with your messy hair and low eyes.
Soon the two of you were in the bathroom, and he insisted on you closing your eyes as he put you down upon your feet, a floral, tranquil scent filling your nose.
âOkay, okay,â he would say, his large hands carefully circling around your forearms as he placed his chin upon your shoulder. âOpen your eyes.â
You did just that, eyes fluttering as they landed upon the scenery Clark had created.
A couple candles scattered the area, and the lights were off. They were each carefully placed to ensure theyâd give enough light but also not cause any danger. The bath was filled to the top, and you can see dried up rose petals and lavender peaking from the tubâ that mustâve been the careful aroma which filled your senses. It was relaxing, and the thoughtfulness of it all made you smile up at the man that put this all together.
âOh, Clark,â youâd murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck, to which heâd take your waist in his and walked you further inside. âThe bathâs gonna get cold if you donât get in,â heâd muse, pressing a few kisses to your neck.
Youâd smirk, pulling away from him slightly as you carefully spoke, âYou gonna join me?â
He paused, before pulling his shirt over his head, before nodding towards you to do the same.
It was an exchange of glancesâ your eyes landing upon each muscle hungrily, the weekâs worth of stress eating you alive.
When the two of you were bare heâd help you inside, his hand lent as support as you carefully sat in the warm water. When he joined you, he carefully cradled you, bringing you into his arms as he grabbed your bar soap, lathering it into his hands before putting the bar to the side to massage the soap into your shoulders.
Heâd kiss your temple and different parts of your body after he rinsed off the soap. His hands soon massaged into your thighs, down your ankles, and back up again under your breasts. Heâd pull away to spread more soap upon his palms, anticipation weighing heavy in your mind, your hands soon wrapping around his wrists to guide him back.
It made him smile, a brief amount of smugness appearing over his features as he soon ran the soap over your breasts, making your head tilt back and your hands fall back to your sides. He was careful, and it came to the point where he wasnât washing your body anymore, he was just feeling you.
His knuckles would then brush down your waist and back upon your hips under the water, fondling the fat. His lips would soon land to your neck, pressing careful pecks along your skin, the pleasure making your head tilt to the side, allowing Clark more access.
âIâve missed that smile,â heâd grin against your skin, and it made you realize the little blissed out smile you had on your face. The idea made you nibble at your bottom lip. âAnd that relaxed look on your face,â heâd add.
âMy baby⌠You deserve to feel your best all the time, I wish I can keep you that way,â heâd say, his hand wandering lower, where his middle began circling your clit in slow, small circles. It made your breath hitch ever so carefully, the delicate ways of his touch didnât make you flinch, it prepared you just enough to keep you knowing of his next move. He made sure to always limit surprises, especially on days like these.
He knew you needed something relaxing, something that would make your shoulders finally falter, and your mind melt. This was doing just that, especially as a finger circled your hole, soon entering ever so slowly.
You bit down at your bottom lip, he always felt so thick even if it was just his fingers. A shaky sigh then left you as his finger curled upwards, his other hand pulling your partly soaked hair to one shoulder, pressing kisses to the other.
âMâsorry for being so mean,â youâd whine softly, tilting up your head to look at him as your brows furrowed in pleasure, to which heâd begin to kiss just above it. âItâs okay, baby, I know you were just grumpy.â
Your breath would begin to deepen, and heâd carefully shush you whenever a whine would slip through them.
âShhh.. I know, I knowâŚâ
âItâs okay, just relaxâŚâ
âI know, youâve had such a looong week just take..â
He would then add a second finger, to which you were loosened enough to envelope it welcomely. Even if you felt fuller, it was a comfortable amount. He would wrap his arm around your thighs under your knees, bringing them to your chest and holding you there so you wouldnât worry about keeping them in place.
You were limp in his grasp with the occasional squirming as you took what he gave you. The lavender and dried petals still filling your nostrils and relaxing you, leaving your body to be slump against his as he pumped his two large fingers into you.
He was taking your time with you, and eventually youâd huff a little mewl as you came around his fingers, your nails subtly clawing his thighs. But, heâd only add a third finger, pushing your orgasm back in before the water dissolves most of it.
You could feel how hard he is against your back, and if water didnât surround the two of youâyouâd feel the way his precum would smear across your skin.
âSo good for me,â heâd huff, his breath shallow as he removed his fingers from you. It made your breath stagger with annoyance but he was soon positioning himself beneath you.
You felt as he began to slip inside you, being underwater there was slight difficulty, but you were distracted by the pecks running down your neck and your shoulder, along with the warmth of the water and the rosy-lavender that filled the rest of your senses.
Your hair was that awkward amount of wet and dry from not going completely in the water, frizzing up whenever youâd squirm against his chest, your breathing heavy as your nails dug into his forearms as he wrapped them around your stomach. Eventually, he was inside you, grabbing yours hips and bringing you upâŚ
Feeling so full and then so empty, it made you whine, but it made your breathing completely halt as you were brought back down, the water splashing softly around you.
The way he fucked you was so raw, so caring, with the intentions to wipe this whole week from your mind, to simply fuck you into exhaustion so he can hold you for the rest of the day without a stir from you.
It made you thrash ever so slightly at how slow he was paced, so slow but so deep. You were always squirmy, and he was always prepared. Grasping your arms carefully, heâd then wrap his arms around them, continuing to bring you up and down after.
His mouth soon moved, open and hot along your breasts, sucking until red blossomed beneath his mouth. It made you mew, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull as he continued to poke at each of your senses. Fucking all that anger, temper, and attitude from your being.
It coiled inside you, the way he handled you so deeply but painfully slow. It made your orgasm hard and so intense.
It was you whining, eyes watering as he began to hear you sniffle and feel your body tremble in his grasp. He'd lay his head in the crook of your neck, whispering into your ear, "yeah, yeah, shhh... I know feels so good, huh?" They were low groans, breathy as his own orgasm was trailing behind yours.
"This is all you needed, a good moment of my undivided attention to get all that stress outta you.â
"Let go..." And you did, with a broken cry and a few tears falling down your cheeks.
He was still going, but not for long as after a couple thrusts and whimpers from your overstimulation led him to quickly spill inside you.
He stayed still for a moment, loosening his grip on you to let your arms free and instead wrap his arms carefully around your waist. Absentmindedly pressing pecks down your back as heâd whisper to you, "So good f'me..."
He'd soon ease you off, the lose of contact making you wince before you were right back in his lap with his softening cock on your back. Your mixture of cum dissolving in the now lukewarm water.
He would insist upon letting you sit on the edge of the tub as he'd drain and refill it with warm water to give you and him an actual bath.
The warm water eased you from the bliss of sex, coaxing you deeper into relaxation, all that stress and anger long gone, leaving you as the original soft, sweet girl he knew.
Youâd continually nod off as he'd smooth soap along your skin and wash your hair, making him hum out a small chuckle as he would kiss you awake.
Eventually after cleaning himself after you, he'd dry you himself, not letting you move an inchâeven picking a pair of pajamas for you to wear before he guided you into a freshly washed bed he had made and set up perfectly while you were away, putting on your shared favorite go-to tv show to finally envelop you in his arms, lolling you into a stress free sleep.
-ass eating, ass fondling, quick make out sesh, lwk only read it again once so itâs practically a draft, hope u enjoy anyways
Clark Kent, also known as Superman, unbeknownst to most.
Superman, who saves lives, unbiasedlyâ to humans to squirrels, he is the definition of a superhero.
But even superheroes have to work long shifts; everybody must succumb to capitalism. Though he does enjoy his job, boasting about himself through a hidden identity and bringing justice to the public eye. Though, just as any other job, it could be quite tiring.
So he comes home with a warm feeling in his chest to see you.
Exhaustion weighs down his shoulders as he strides into your shared home, his coat left upon the designated coat hanger beside the door, his shoes kicked off, and his brief case left somewhere by the kitchen.
Finally, he wraps his hand around the handle of your bedroom. A careful smile appears on his tired face, and the subtle light brought in from the living room illuminates your figure.
His breath hitches at the sight, he canât help it.
Clark Kent is a gentleman, of course!â Everyone knows it.
He holds the door open for everyone, says please and thank you with a shy little smile, offers to help everyone with everything, and is ever so careful with you.
And in the most gentleman way he could say it, he loves the view.
Youâre in your house clothes, your his baggy tee and short shorts, wrapped in the covers with your back facing him and one leg sticking out to give him the best view of the rest up. He was just so pent up, but it would be so rude to just wake you from your slumber. So biting his bottom lip, he carefully closed the door behind him and made his way inside.
The lamp by the bedside which you insisted on having on 24/7 gave him enough light to slip out of his button up and work slacks, leaving him in his boxers which was good enough in his opinion. Impatience sparked through him as he slipped into the tiny space you left for him from moving around in your sleep. He tried his best to be careful, cringing at the squeak of the mattress as he tried to shuffle beside you, his large body soon brushing against yours, nudging you carefully.
He laid on his side, sighing in relief as he was about to wrap his arms around you. The weariness from his long days work crawling amongst him, making him crave your body that heâs found as home. But soon from all his movement your head tilted up and he was met with your drowsy expression.
âClarkâŚâ You mumbled carefully, to which he shushed you and pulled you into his arms. Adjusting so your head would be buried into his chest.
He was beginning to get comfortable, until his eyes wandered down to the round of your ass peaking from your short shorts. You only wore them around the house, and usually he had good self restraint. Sure, it was a real nice view, but you in general were the epitome of attraction. But with stress and frustration piled up in his head, he craved more than usual.
And he didnât wanna be disrespectful or cross any boundaries, nibbling on his bottom lip anxiously as his large hand traveled down to your lower back.
A quiet gasp of shock from being caught off guard left him as he felt the pairs of your soft lips grazing his jugular, a quiet âhow was workâ slipping past them, the words brushing against his skin.
âFine,â he managed to mutter, distracted. âOhâI mean, it was kind of stressful.â
You hummed in return, leaning up slightly. âWanna talk about it?â A careful coo.
âDonât wanna interrupt your sleep,â Clark would then remark, earning a quiet huff.
âMâbasically upâŚâ Youâd assure, lips beginning to press little kisses to Clarkâs skin carefully.
His breath would hitch once more, and this time you felt it in the way the muscles in his neck strained. You felt as his hands would run lower, his palms enveloping the space just above your rear. âI just missed you,â is what heâd mumble, and with that youâd cradle the sides of his face, leaning up to press your lips against his.
Carefully, youâd let your tongue run across his lips, prompting them open. The two of you would explore each other, gentle and curious, tongues flicking across teeth and meeting in the middle. His large hand would now hold the back of your head, fingers running through your hair, curling it in his pointer and middle absentmindedly.
Your hands would then run down, across his chest, his abs, and up the biceps of his arms. It ran a shiver down his spine, and as you would grasp at whatever you could he would take it as an invitation. His touch light at first as he would rub your lower back, running up your waist, and the one hand going down.
He grasped your ass with care, his touch was never harsh. Just feeling the fat in your rear made him groan, and the touch had you gasping. With both of your noises syncing, heâd let out a breathy, lighthearted chuckle.
âMissed you so much,â he would then sigh as you two parted, his eyes glancing down to where his hand held the fat of you, his other hand faltering to then hold your hips.
âFeel like you missed something specifically,â youâd grin, a huff of a laugh slipping past your words. You always noticed his entrancement of your curves downward, but you knew he tried to keep it subtle. Despite this, you were curious of this side of him, and it was finally Friday.
His cheeks would bloom a muted pink, feeling a little hot now. He just didnât want to make you uncomfortableâ âWe can try something if youâd like,â you would then say, interrupting his beginning train of thought.
Clarkâs brows would rise, his lips parting ever so slightly in curiosity. âWhatâd you have in mind?â
âââ
Letâs say one thing led to another.
Hands grasping at fat and soon tearing your shorts off, long gone somewhere along the carpeted floor.
You were held down with your stomach flat on the mattress to allow him access to one of his most favorite parts of you, his arms wrapped around your thighs, hands gently rubbing the underside of your knees. His mouth traveled along the planes on your thighs. He wasnât harsh or mean, but it was enough to leave a few marks and most importantly leave you huffing and squirming.
He would then move his hands to fondle your cheeks, his thumb drifting beneath your panties to begin sliding them off. You huffed, legs shuffling impatiently over his shoulders, causing Clark to chuckle.
Clark would then finally tear away your last garment, bringing it over your knees and away from your ankles to then the bedroom floor.
And he was like a starved man, his fingers grasping at your ass as his tongue ravenously licked a long stripe from your clit, hole, and the second hole above that. It made you gasp, back arching as you looked up over your shoulder to which his actions faltered.
His eyes were a little wide, his pupils subtly dilated, and he seemed a little breathless. The silence and the overall position he had you in made your face a little pink. Nobody had ever done thatâbut if you were being honest, the feeling wasnât unwanted.
Clark felt a little anxious after, worried about possibly bringing you into any discomfort. He was just really in the moment. âWas that⌠was that okay?â He would then ask, looking up at you.
You felt a little bit dazed, you didnât want him to stop now. âNoâI mean yes!â That was okay, just please keep going.â
âAre you sure?â Damn Clark and his constant double checking which you love so much but not when nothing but need runs through your body. âYes! Yesââ
He then went right back to work, hands carefully gripping your hips, keeping himself busy as his fingers formed indents of your fat beneath them. His mouth pressed heavy, open mouth kisses to your hole, making your lips fall open and your brows furrow. Whines slipping past you and he moved his head up and down across your clit.
His mouth then traveled back up to your asshole, that unfamiliar feeling creeping back within you and making your back arch. It made you gasp, and that gave Clark a smile. This is what he needed after a long day.
His tongue pressed against the slit there, and holy, it was a new sensation. His finger soon incorporated, using your slick to lubricate before curling into your g-spot while his mouth stimulated your anus.
Soon a second fingers was added, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. All this foreplay was really doing a number on you.
Your hands gripped the sheets, teeth biting into your bottom lip, making your sounds just a bit muffled.
He ate your ass out like your body made nectar, and he was addicted to the taste. His fingers plunging in and out, painstakingly slow but soso deep. It was mind numbing.
He eased you into your orgasm, holding you down with his strong arms as you squirmed and cried, taking careful nips of your ass cheek and going back to lapping up your anus with his tongue. Soon, youâd cum around his fingers, hard because it felt so good and soft at his careful handling.
He didnât want anything else from you but this, getting off merely at the sight of you as he leaned up and kneaded your ass carefully. He would attempt to kiss you but youâd huff and complain about how he was just all up in you. Heâd ease you into it one day, especially because from now he knew he could eat you out every day after a long shift.
