Clark had just taken off his glasses. Just… casually took them off while squinting at a distant fire, and then muttered something about needing to go help before turning back to you.
You froze.
Your eyes narrowed.
His eyes glowed slightly. Just enough to fry a toaster.
“…Clark?”
“Hm?”
“Do you—” You took a step closer. “Do you want to tell me something?”
He blinked. Then gave that sheepish half-smile. “I suppose it’s time.”
And with that, the blazer came off, the shirt unbuttoned—bam! Superman suit underneath, red and blue in all its glory.
You stood still for a beat...it was quiet for a moment until you shouted. "I KNEW IT!”
You threw your arms in the air like you’d just won the lottery.
“I freaking knew it! Clark Kent is Superman! ME! I figured it out!”
You began to hop in place, then broke into a celebratory dance—some chaotic combo of a shimmy, a spin, and a finger-point skyward.
“Who said the glasses were too obvious? ME! Who said no one’s shoulders are that broad by accident? ALSO ME!”
Clark, amused, tried to interrupt. “Honey—”
“And to everyone who said I was overthinking it? To Lois? I say—HA!”
You spun triumphantly, taking an exaggerated moonwalk backwards—
—and stepped right off the edge of the roof.
There was a pause.Then a yelp. Followed by;
“OH COME ON!”
Before gravity could do its thing, a blur of red and blue swooped under you and caught you mid-air.
You glared up at Clark, now floating and cradling you like a princess.
“Just admit it,” you huffed, “this is the second most dramatic way I could’ve found out.”
He chuckled. “What’s the first?”
You smirked. “You accidentally heat-visioning the TV during The Bachelor finale.”
He winced. “Okay, yeah. That would’ve been worse.”
Summary: You are fed up with Clark abandoning you.
Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Warning: Minors DNI!!
Arguments, Making out, intimacy, Reader is insecure, Clark is a little ignorant.
(I usually don't write fics so let me know how I did or if you have feedback!)
Being with Clark Kent felt like something that was too good to be true. You love him, but there's always something in the back of your mind
Insecurity.
So you did what you do with things that are complicated, pushed it away.
His fingers felt heavenly against your scalp, melting your worries away with one simple gesture. While you were basking in his heedless habit he was smiling down at you as you lay on his chest, admiring how peaceful and dazed you looked scrolling on whatever was taking up your attention on your phone.
Some might call this perfect, comical even, the way that you two are in his apartment tangled up in his sheets, burning candles of some sort and, finally, the soft ambience of the city at night filling the air, after a long day at work.
Scrolling on your phone a news notification takes over your screen and you didn't have to look up to see Clark squinting hastingly reading the headlines before you sense a shift in his breathing, something so subtle yet, you have lived this very moment numerous times, you knew what was to come next.
The headline reads "League Responds to Alien Species Attacking Metropolis."
You knew it was selfish of you to want to keep your fiance here to yourself when the world could need him, but you couldn't help yourself. Clark has been in and out of this apartment for days. You can't remember the last time you had time to spend with him, all you did was share him with the rest of the world.
Tonight all you wanted was his undivided attention.
Was that so hard to ask for?
You swiftly switched positions from the one you were in, now Clark was now halfway up, a sense of urgency in his face.
“Everything is going to be taken care of, the Justice gang got it covered.” You smile whispering against Clark's neck in an attempt to reassure your panicking Fiance.
While Clark was still visibly tense, you were now peppering kisses along his collarbone to get him to loosen up a little.
The man of steel caved at the feeling of your lips on his bare skin, he tried to distract himself, remind himself that he needed to be out there helping the others. “Honey, I know they ‘got it’, but what if they need hel-” Clark swallowed a sigh as he felt your lips attacking a “specific” spot on his neck.
“Mm? , did you say something?” you grinned against the side of his neck now, licking the sensitive area.
“H-hon-” you could feel his thoughts going elsewhere. Deep down you knew it was selfish, but how could you feel selfish when the world gets so much of him?
You continued to attack that same spot because you knew it would distract him from whatever he was thinking about.
Good. Keep him a mess until he forgets he “needs” to leave.
The man of steel then slid his hands under the familiar worn out t-shirt from his highschool that you were now wearing, lowering his hands to grip your waist as his lips searched for your own.
Clark then peppered sweet kisses to your lips, he smiled into the kiss as you deepened it, the sight of his dimples making your stomach flutter.
“Sweethear-” You cut him off with a kiss. “Hon-” Kiss. “Baby” He began to laugh against your lips, not being able to catch up with your eagerness.
You were now looming over him, admiring his dazed flushed face, swollen lips and tousled hair, proud of your work, you’ve kissed him silly.
“I’m really sorry, but I really do have to go.” He cupped your face in his palm.
The mood was officially ruined.
“You don’t have to..just say that you want to go.” You shifted, a little hesitant at first but irritated none the less.
“Baby, that's not fair. You know I have to make sure the city is safe.” Clark's eyebrows furrowed, searching your face for a response.
A slightly uncomfortable silence accompanying a rise of tension filled the air.
“What..?” Clark sat up, breaking the silence not satisfied with your reaction.
“Nothing.” You said, leaving his lap to go reach for your phone.
“It’s not nothing, you clearly look upset,” he replied.
All that could be heard was a faint noise coming from your phone, as his words lingered in the air.
“Hey..” he called out. No response. “Y/n.”
You looked up from your phone, unamused.
“Yes?”
“Are we doing this again?” Clark now adjusted his position, seemingly a little more intimidating You looked back down at your phone.
“Doing what?”, you asked the rhetorical question.
This irritated Clark even more.“C’mon Y/N, You know what I'm talking about.”
Sounds from your phone continued playing
“The city needs you, what are you waiting for?” You retorted, standing up and making your way out of the room.
Clark didn't hesitate, trailing after you, watching as you silently took ingredients out of the cabinets. He could sense you were clearly frustrated, but he hated not communicating.
“Y/N, you know that the people need me, and I can't just abandon them.” Clark tried to reason with you.
“Clark, I’m not begging you to stay.” You began to cut vegetables, dismissing him.
It felt shitty, always being second to everything, all you wanted to be was selfish for one day, you knew he was busy with a lot on his plate.
The Daily Planet, Superman, hell even Lois saw him more than you, not that you were jealous of her.
Definitely not jealous about how close their relationship is, or how Clark would drop everything to help her on a case, and especially not jealous that she knew his secret identity, even though it took months for him to tell you.
Clark just stared at you for what felt like forever, noticing how your eyebrows began to furrow. A mix of confusion and frustration creeped up inside him.
“Why are you blatantly lying to me right now?” He ran his fingers through his hair, his face now scrunched up in confusion.
You finally set the knife down from cutting the vegetables, now looking up at your fiance, tired.
“Clark. What do you want me to say to you, do you want me to tell you to choose me?, do you want me to tell you that I'm tired of being your last option for everything?”
“Y/n, you're the most important thing in my life, but I have a job. I have to protect Metropolis, you're being silly!” he let out a dry laugh.
“Silly?” you scoff.
“Honey-” He tried to reason with you. The shrill ring cut through the air, sharp as the tension between you, making you both jump.
you sigh, rubbing your temples as the ringtone blared on. A bitter laugh slipped out. “Wow. Guess I’ll wait my turn. Your phone clearly comes first.”
You turned away, walking back to the table. The knife scraped against the cutting board as you picked up where you’d left off, each chop landing harder than the last.
He shot you a quick glance before lifting the phone.
“Hey, this really isn’t a good time.”
A pause.
You watched his face change, watched his shoulders tense and his jaw lock. That look, the one where his attention shifted somewhere else entirely. You’d seen it enough times to recognize it instantly. You didn’t need to hear the voice on the other end to know.
Lois.
Your stomach sank, the realization hitting you like a bag of bricks. The way his brow furrowed, the way he leaned forward slightly, the way his tone softened even in irritation, it was her. Always her.
His expression hardened, voice clipped. “Fine. I’ll be there.”
You exhaled slowly through your nose, masking the sting in your chest with a bitter laugh. Of course you will. You’ll always be there.
You froze mid-chop. “I’m your fiancée,” you said quietly, your voice trembling but sharp.
“Why do I have to beg to be with you?”
He lowered the phone slowly. “It’s not like that.”
“Oh, isn’t it?” You spun to face him, knife still in hand.
“Lois calls, and you run. I call, and you’re never here.”
His eyes widened, taken aback. “Lois? What does she have to do with this?”
You laughed bitterly. “I’m not stupid Clark. She says jump, and you’re already in the sky. I can’t even get you to sit down for dinner.”
He shook his head, confusion flickering into frustration. “That’s not fair you’re twisting this.”
“It’s the truth!” You snapped, slamming the knife against the board. “You’re always at her beck and call and everyone else's, but never at mine!”
His jaw tightened. “Because lives are at stake, not because–”
“I don’t care!” she shouted, chopping furiously again. “I’m done feeling like the other woman in my own life”
Your words broke into a sharp gasp as the knife slipped, slicing your finger. Blood welled instantly. You winced, clutching your hand to your chest. The knife clattered to the floor.
He dropped the phone. “Y/N!” he shouted, rushing to your side. “You’re bleeding- let me see.”
His voice was tight, half worry, half anger. “You have to be more careful!”
You turned away, cradling your hand. “I can handle it-”
“No, you can’t,” he snapped, reaching for your hand. “You’re hurt. Stop being stubborn.”
You jerked back, trying to push him away with your shoulder. “Don’t act like you care now. Go answer Lois. Go save the world.”
His jaw clenched, frustration flashing in his eyes as he grabbed a towel anyway, pressing it toward your bleeding hand.
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. His hands stayed firm against the towel at your cut, but your chest ached far worse than your hand. Then the words slipped out before you could stop them, soft, cracked.
“I don't think this is working, Clark…” Your voice trembled, your eyes swimming. “I can’t keep begging for scraps of you. I don’t even know if I’m what you want anymore.”
The words nearly destroyed you as they left your lips. Tears spilled over as you watched the love of your life before you, because even imagining giving him up felt like ripping your heart from your chest. But the ache of being invisible…of never being chosen first…was unbearable.
Clark went still, His throat worked, his jaw clenched, and when he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, raw.
“You’re enough,” he whispered desperately. “Baby, you’re more than enough. You’re the only thing in this world that keeps me going.”
His hands trembled as he held the towel against your bleeding finger, and you watched his composure unravel. “I just-” he broke off, shutting his eyes tight before forcing the words out. “I don’t know how to stop every danger before it gets to you. I don’t know how to keep you safe. And the thought of losing you-” his voice cracked, breaking completely, “I couldn’t survive that. And look, I couldn’t even protect you from this.”
“Clark..” You couldn't bring yourself to look at him.
Then the towel slipped from his grasp. His large, calloused hands came up to cradle your face instead, thumbs brushing at your tears as his own fell freely. “If you walk away… if you leave me…” His voice shook.
And before you could speak, Clark dropped to his knees in front of you. The Man of Steel, the strongest man alive, kneeling in desperation. His forehead pressed to your stomach as his shoulders shook violently, his arms clinging to you like a drowning man begging not to be pulled under.
When he finally looked up, his blue eyes were filled with anguish.
You helped your fiancé up from his knees. He stayed close, his hands still gripping yours like a lifeline.
“You’re not behind Lois. You’re not behind the world. You are the reason I keep fighting. Please… please don’t leave me. I’ll spend every breath I have proving it if that’s what it takes.”
His lips brushed across your skin in frantic, reverent apologies. Your brow. “I’m sorry.” Your wet cheeks. “I’m sorry.” The bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry.” And finally your lips, his kiss trembling, desperate, tasting of salt and regret.
“I love you,” he whispered against your mouth, forehead resting on yours, his chest heaving as tears slid down his face. “More than the sky, more than the earth, more than anything I’ve ever known. Please… don’t ever doubt that again. Don’t ever doubt you.”
Your own tears blurred his face, and your hands shook as you cupped his cheeks. Because even after all the hurt, the thought of letting him go destroyed you more than anything else ever could.
Your voice was barely a whisper. “I don’t want to leave you. I love you, and I know you want to help. I understand you’re scared.” Your breath shook as you tried to hold yourself together. “But I can’t bear being alone anymore. You’re never here.”
For a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you was heavy with everything unsaid. Then Clark reached out, slow and unsure, his fingers brushing the edge of your hand before curling around it.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking on the words. “I thought I was protecting everyone, but all I did was push you away..”
You closed your eyes, a quiet sob catching in your throat. “I just needed you,” you whispered.
“I know.” His thumb traced circles over your knuckles, a silent plea for another chance. “I’m here now, I want to learn how to fix us. I want to fix it now.”
You looked up at him then really looked and saw the exhaustion behind his eyes, the sincerity, the fear. It wasn't just Superman, it was Clark Kent, the man you fell in love with.
Your hand found his chest, feeling the steady thrum beneath your palm. “Then stay,” you said quietly. “Just… stay.”
He nodded, then cradling your head to his chest as he continuously kissed the top of your head and mumbled to himself, still afraid of almost losing you. The world outside faded until there was only his breath, his warmth, and the faint tremor of his voice.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered.
And when his lips met yours, it wasn’t desperate like before. It was slow, searching, a promise made in the quiet. The kind that didn’t erase the pain, but softened it enough to breathe again.
PROMPT: You find Kent drinking at the bar. One things leads to another and you find yourself pressed against a wall, a gun at your head.
A/N: Might as well post thisss— (p.s. gonna be skipping days 11-19 xoxoxo gotta focus on exams teehee)
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A hard day at work always had you craving a refreshing pint of beer. Usually you’d find Shane to go drink with, but after you helped him get over his addiction, you stoped inviting him for his sake.
Nowadays, you found yourself going out drinking with Kent if you managed to find him brooding at the lake. He was a nice man. Much older than you—dad of Sam and Vincent, and husband of Jodi. A veteran as well. You liked drinking with him because he had so many stories to share, his voice was soothing too, it had you in a trance, almost lulling you to sleep on particularly tiresome days.
Tonight was no different. Your back, hands, and legs had the familiar dull ache as you pushed through the bar door, exhausted as you always were every end of the day.
A familiar head of blonde hair catches you attention and you walk towards him, taking a seat by his side. An exasperated groan left your lips as the bar stool creaked underneath your weight.
The older male offers a look of understanding, calling over Gus to get you started with a pint of beer before you even say a word or even glance up at him. You shake your head at the simple act, running a hand through your sweaty hair in an attempt to look presentable—not that you cared right about now.
”Hard day at the farm, aye?” Kent asked, although he already knew the answer.
You gave a nod, chuckling as you lay your head atop the counter. “Always is,” you finally meet his eyes, from them you notice fondness—or maybe just amusement—glinting within.
”You don’t always have to buy me a drink, ya know?” You tear your gaze away and focus on Gus currently fixing you and Kent a whole glass of beer.
Kent scoffed audibly, “The least I can do for the farmer who’s always getting me things when I need em.”
”That’s kinda my job… plus, it’s really no worries, Kent.”
His heart fluttered when he heard you say his name so casually like that—it was a feeling he hadn’t experienced since he and Jodi first met in High School. He bit the inside of his cheek and swallowed thickly. He was going to regret saying this.
”Then how about I treat you right now then you do somethin’ we’re both sure is worth your pint of beer I payed for?..”
Your eyes widen slightly, what clicked immediately in your dirty minded brain was something entirely preposterous with a married man such as Kent. There’s no way, shape, or form that Kent of all people would want anything to do with you and your farmer ass.
As Gus placed the two beers in front of both of you, you take a quick swig from your own. “Fine then… but I wanna order at least two glasses of beer. Maybe what I’ll offer is worth way more than this,” you answer as your beer slams onto the table at your hand.
When you turn to Kent, you see him smiling in a way you haven’t seen yet. Mischievous. Maybe even lustful as he avoided your gaze for a moment. His eyes then flicker to your face, “Fine by me.”
With only one glass of beer by his side and on yours about four, Kent decided that was enough for you and called over for Gus to pay for both of your drinks. As he does, he finds you about to stand up, eyes hazed, looking tipsy as you always did after the amount of beer you had just drank.
You giggled to yourself like a madman as you put a hand on Kent’s thigh, “I… gotta make spendin’ your mon…ey on me… wo…rth your while… right?”
You could barely speak coherently, but the sight of you before him like this, sounding so eager, it was enough for him to toss whatever amount was in his pockets and help you to your home.
He won’t be returning home tonight, that’s for sure.
At your home, you practically stumbled in, luckily, Kent, after all his time at war carrying injured comrades had given him enough experience to help you onto your bed safely.
But he wasn’t stopping here.
You wanted to repay him, so why not cash in now.
”You make me feel things Jodi’s never made me feel…” he whispered to you as he started to get your clothes off your sweaty body.
You struggle as he did so, almost fighting against him as if you had forgotten just how eager you were, “Mmmhh… what are you doin’?” Your eyes could barely stay open, grumbling as you huff and squirm under the older male.
Kent grunts as you keep moving, giving him trouble with the overalls you had on. “Keep still.” He ordered sternly, gripping your shoulder as he tugged down the denim. You continued to struggle despite this.
Before you could let out another whine, you felt something press against your head. It made your heart skip a beat, made you sober up real quick.
A gun.
”Keep still for me, [Y/N]…”
Fuck… just like your damn fantasies.
Kent took note of how you froze up at the feeling of his gun against your head. He smirked, gaining satisfaction from your reaction. “Good boy.”
He prayed to Yoba you’d remember this night.
You shuddered as your clothes ripping filled your quiet home, but you couldn’t care less right now. Kent looked twice as hot above you like this, undressing you while he pressed a cold gun to your head.
“Kent…” you whimpered as you lay there now naked.
You could feel his hot breath against you as he buried his face into your neck, the gun now against your abdomen. “Don’t even think about staying quiet, doll,” he threatened.
All you managed was another whimper, “Mnnh…”
He then pulled away, the gun on the bed as he lifted your legs up, pressing his clothed erection against your ass. He felt considerably large. Sure, you’ve had your fair share of dildos, especially in your time as an office worker. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder: would he fit inside you?
Your hole clenches at the thought of him inside you.
“Kent, please~” you were already begging, shivering as the married man above you bore his eyes at every inch of your exposed skin.
He rubbed his hard-on against you before he finally took out his cock from the confines of his pants. You gasped audibly as your saw his size. He rubbed it against your own erection.
“Hahh!…” you closed your eyes. He was far bigger than any of the dildos you had.
Jodi had all of this to herself? In a haze of drunken lust, you began to drool like a dog in heat. Kent exhaled deeply. Your precum begins to bubble at the tip.
”Inside me, please, Kent.”
The older male’s gaze darkened as he gripped your hips tight, “Jodi’s gonna kill me.”
”Please…” your brows furrowed upward, shuddering as you reached a hand out.
Kent cursed under his breath and brought your hips up, looking at your hole as it twitched under his scrutiny. “We’re doing this properly. Got any lube?”
Despite still being slightly tipsy, you manage to shake your head, “I-I don’t, but I have slime…” you point to your nightstand. Momentarily, Kent lets you down and crawls to fetch the bottle of slime there. He smirks when he finds a few dildos in there as well.
”This’ll do, looks like it’s effective,” he returns between your legs and lifts them once more so your ass is up.
Your face flushes even more—if that’s even possible.
You remain quiet as your eyes flutter closed, shuddering as you feel the cool slime coat over your entrance. Kent opens you up easily, far more experienced than you thought as he inserts two fingers inside you with ease, his other hand stroking shallowly at your dick’s base.
Each careful movement drew out a soft moan from your lips, “Hahh…~ Kent…” you rasped breathlessly as he prodded his two fingers right at your prostate. Had you known any better you’d think he had sex exclusively with men. He found your prostate so damn easily.
Your back arches as he curls his fingers right against it. You cry out sharply, gripping the sheets. Somehow, this felt far better than any of the dildos in your nightstand.
A jolt of pleasure ran through you again as you felt Kent sucking on your tip, his fingers now scissoring you to spread your entrance further. All you could think about as he continued this foreplay was the sheer size you’d have to take right after. The stretch… you’re sure you’d fall right in love.
”Kent…” you whined after some time, painfully hard and about to cum by now. You didn’t want to release yet, not when Kent wasn’t inside you yet. “Fuck me already.”
The older male pulls away and stares at you with a heated gaze, huffing as he pulled his fingers out and stopped stroking your leaky cock.
”You sure?” He asked as he held his tip at your entrance, aligned and ready to penetrate you.
You shivered, opening your eyes to look down. “Yes,” you nodded your head.
He grips your hips harshly and presses his head against your entrance, pouring a generous amount of slime on his own dick to make entering you easier. You bite your lip at the sight, leaning your head back as finally— ‘Fwop!’ He enters you.
You practically claw at your bedsheets as tears brim your eyes. He was far bigger than you expected, hell, he felt overwhelming. Kent stilled halfway through, rubbing your hip bone to calm you, “Shh… breathe, [Y/N].”
As much as you tried, you shook your head, whimpering as you squirmed beneath him again, “Mphh… too much..—“
He scoffs and shakes his head, grabbing his gun again as he traced your chest with the muzzel. Your back archs further as you whine. The cool sensation of the gun left you twice as aroused.
“You wanna compensate for the beer? This is how, sweetheart…” he whispered to you as he loomed above you now.
Your hips jut forward as he begins to force the remaining length of his cock inside you, relishing in the tightness of your gummy walls. You felt tears pricking at your eyes as you cry out in pleasure. All the while, Ment presses his gun’s muzzle right against your nipple, getting you even closer to your release as your cock drips pre onto your stomach.
”Please— mahh… Kent…” you didn’t even know what you were begging for. You were overwhelmed by Kent’s large cock forcing its way inside you and the damn gun Kent used to play with your sensitive nipples.
Without missing a beat, Kent begins thrusting in and out of you, the slime causing obscene sounds to come from each slide in. You moan continuously, reduced to this mess if a man, all while Kent continued to destroy your insides further. His eyes remain on your figure as you come undone under him, your eyes clenched shut, brows furrowed upward, and your sweet lips wide open, spilling pleasured cries.
He keeps up a fast and steady pace, fucking you at just the right speed, all while he traced the muzzle of his gun over your hot skin, from your chest, to your stomach, to the bulge that formed there at each thrust inside you.
Then, what really made you finally reach your peak was when Kent slammed deep inside you and pressed his gun to your tip.
”Fuck!— Kent!” Your eyes open wide, hips jutting upward as your cum spurts over Kent’s gun, painting it along with his and your abdomens white and sticky.
He smirks and tosses his gun to the side again, “Good boy…” then, his hands change position, now gripping the underside of your thighs and lifting you higher, a new angle that drives Kent even further inside you.
Shit.
The new pace Kent sets is torturous as he begins pounding into you without any mercy, his grip on you enough to leave bruises as he uses your hole to reach his own release.
The room fills with the sound of harsh slapping, skin meeting skin in quick succession, he leans down, taking you into a kiss, silencing your moans as he fills you yo real good with his cum. His hips don’t stop even for a second, uncaring of the fact that he was already filling you up with a load of his hot cum.
It didn’t matter anymore. Kent wanted you just as much as you wanted him. His wife could have him after you were satisfied.
As Kent pulls away, you coil your hands around him and pull him back into another kiss, this one sloppier than the previous.
You wanted another round, and another, and another, and Kent was more than willing to.
Warnings: male reader, cute, awkward reader, Kent falls so hard for this dork of a man
Notes: Kent deserves more appreciation
Summary: Kent does a nice thing for reader and reader falls stupidly in love
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(name) knew he loved his parents, he always did...
But he never got his hopes up.
His mom was a fae, her parenting was always very hands off and strange and more often she was in her realm... Leaving (name) with nannies and his lonesome.
And his dad?
Well the clockwork King was busy doing anything else rather than raise his son, (name) knew his clock heart made him colder but... He would have liked to have at least one parent show an interest in him and his accomplishments. It was an unfortunate thing for him but he pushed forward with his day to day as it would not stop for his sadness "hey... You dropped this" a voice spoke out and (name) turned to see a siren look up at him, his blue eyes and a small smile and (name) took his pencil awkwardly "thanks..." He whispered and the Siren beamed "no problem, I hate it when I lose my pens"
(Name) Wasn't sure what to do next, did he continue the conversation? Did he just leave?
"Kent! Come on!" Devina called and the pretty siren whose name (name) just learned smiled at him apologetically before running to his sister, not realizing be dropped his phone and it's screen shattered.
(Name) Picked up the phone and stared at it before deciding to do something nice.
The teen spent the day repairing the sirens phone and even fixed the battery and upgraded the speakers on it before being satisfied with it, realizing he spent three hours working on this "I should probably return this to him..." He murmured before cracking his back and going to look for the pretty siren.
He searched high and low before finding him in the quad, with the other sirens and god he was nervous.
Taking a breath he walked toward the tiny pond and Kent looked confused "you dropped this... I noticed your screen was cracked and I fixed it... Then I noticed your battery was wearing down and do I fixed that and it basically just became an endless cycle of me fixing your phone and anyways you dropped these here you go" he rambled and Kent seemed stunned at this.
"You fixed my phone?" His words were quiet and he admired his phone, the battery fully charged and ready to go and he even cleaned it externally...
"Sorry if it was creepy, I just didn't want to go giving you a broken phone..."
"Thank you, that's really nice of you" Kent said and (name) looked shy and nodded before turning and leaving, Devina and Bianca knowing that the De Vinci just fell for the siren without even realizing it.
(Name) Worked in his lab and tried to ignore the weird feeling in his chest at the thought of Kent and his stupid smile and pretty eyes, He worked on his project for a bot contest to make some extra cash as he wasn't about to ask his parents and he knew how to make junk into treasure.
He was completely lost in his work, the moon high in the sky and he knew he should be in bed but he was so close to finishing it, not realizing a certain siren was looking around his lab in awe, be didn't even realize there was a lab up here...
It was a bit of a nightmare but an organized nightmare as (name) quietly worked on his robot "what are you making?" Kent asked softly and (name) jumped before looking at the siren wide eyed and Kent realized he just scared the fuck out of the other and saw his hand was nicked "you're bleeding, here come!" He instructed and pulled out bandages from his pocket "why do you keep bandages in your pocket?"
"I can be a bit clumsy... It's better to be safe than sorry" Kent explained and looked to (name) who couldn't figure out why his heart beat like crazy with the siren but his brain went fuzzy at the smell of his body spray "you smell... Like strawberries" (name) mumbled dumbly and Kent let out a soft chuckle that made the de Vincis brain short circuit and he just let the other do as he pleased "so, whatcha making" Kent asked him again.
(Name) Snapped from his Daze and looked over at his work "I'm in a bot contest... Need the extra cash" he explained and Kent looked at him like he was the coolest "honestly, you could make a killing fixing phones and stuff... Like mines in amazing condition--- hell I had a few people ask and I told em you fixed it"
"You think so?" (Name) Asked and Kent nodded "I actually came here to pay you-- I felt bad that you did such a good job and didn't even make a dime for a stranger"
"Keep it" (name) said softly and Kent frowned "you did so much work! Accept it!"
"Nope, you keep your money!"
"I said take it!"
"It was an act of good will, keep your money you silly pretty siren!"
"You think I'm pretty?"
"N-no!"
"Nope I heard it! You think I'm pretty and because of that take my money!" Kent chased (name) around the lab until the siren stumbled and (name) caught him, the two panting and smiling at each other "how about... Dinner? Me and you?" Kent asked softly and (name) gave an incredulous laugh "you are a very strange person, Kent" he mumbled but agreed "you take that money out of my back pocket right now"
Warnings: Explicit content, GN!Reader for the most part but a few 'fem-coded' parts (nicknames, intimate parts, etc.), overstimulation, praise, body worship, dom/sub dynamics, aftercare, etc.
Characters: Shin, Toma, Ikki, Kent + Ukyo
❤️ True switch
❤️ Your first time starts off awkward, but when he gets into the mood, he can get passionate asf. Like kissing you with intense force or pounding into you until your legs turn into jelly
❤️ Istg, this man is like pandora's fetish box. Denies he’s into something, but his actions in the bedroom says otherwise
❤️ Gets so flustered no matter how many times you’ve done it, it’s lowkey adorable. Turns away and gives you the back treatment if you tease him enough
❤️ Could honestly go for multiple rounds if you’re up for it. His stamina is strong, and if you don’t say anything, he can get carried away with his pace
❤️ Aftercare consists of him making you breakfast in bed and just staying with you. Honestly would just relish in the afterglow of sex, no awkward words needed
❤️ “Idiot, you have to tell me if it hurts. You can sleep if off if you want, I’ll be here with you when you wake up,”
♦ Switch with a heavy dom lean
♦ 90% of the time, he's a soft service dom. While I agree he’s a freak in the sheets, he’d be a lot more gentle than ppl think
♦ Hurting + humiliating you is out of the question. Doesn’t matter if you’re into it or not, it just doesn’t sit right with him
♦ Like Shin, I’d imagine Toma would like to go for many rounds as well. He’s also one to get lost in the moment, so he may end up overstimulating you
♦ He owns bondage stuff + outfits he likes to see you in, but I don’t see him owning stuff like vibrators. More of a pride thing, he’s obsessed with the idea that it’s *him* making you cum so many times
♦ Literally a sweetheart during aftercare. Runs you a bath (doesn't see a problem taking one together if you want, you did take baths together as kids after all), cooks you food, massages any aching areas, whisper sweet nothings, etc.
♦ "Hey princess, I know you're tired, but just try to stay awake for our bath, alright?.....We're engaged and use to take baths together as kids, you're embarrassed? Heh, how are you this cute?"
♤ Switch with a dom lean
♤ Needless to say, Ikki has a lot of experience underneath his belt. Knowing his history with girls, he had, and discovered lots of kinks that he now finds intriguing. If you're up for experimentation, Ikki won't mind!
♤ Would take it gentle at first, but when the relationship gets serious, he'll be the one to bring up spicing up your life inside the bedroom. Bondage, edging, blindfolds, etc. He loves trying new things and if you enjoy it, it's a win win!
♤ The biggest tease once you allow him to explore new things with you. Loves to have you cum on his tongue multiple times before he even penetrates you. Will coo that you're so wet before he barely even started
♤ That being said, get ready lots of dirty talk. Not necessarily degradation (unless you beg him enough), but mostly praise and what he plans to do with you. He'll even comment about how adorable your flustered face is
♤ Praise (giving, receiving), body worship, edging, sensory deprivation (giving), auralism, creampies, sensation play, etc.
♤ Likes being close to you during aftercare. He has everything set up in advance (painkillers, water bottles, blankets, etc.) If you're not too tired, he may seduce you for another round
♤ "Heh, did I ever tell you how adorable you are when you blush like that, darling? You're absolutely beautiful, coming undone and I barely even touched you,"
☘️ Welcome to the club of the inexperienced virgins that want to please you but ends up trying too hard. Club leader? Kent
☘️ (Starts off as true switch, but ends up with having a dom lean)
☘️ Your first time is going to be awkward, but he tries to make the mood romantic. Asks Ikki for advice, as well as turning to researching how to set an intimate mood. The sex itself is awkward, but at least it'll be romantic
☘️ He may have poor communication skills when it comes to these sort of things, but surely that doesn't apply here. Your body speaks for itself, so he keeps in mind all the things that make you moan in pleasure
☘️ Rather vanilla, but would make you cum as many times as you want until you're satisfied
☘️ Like Toma, if he's domming, there is a big chance he's a service dom. Would worship every part of you, from every hair on you head to every centimeter of your beautiful skin
☘️ Praise (awkward giving but he tries), Body worship (giving), auralism, sensation play, endytophilia, etc.
☘️ Like pre sex, post sex will also be awkward but romantic. He'll makes sure nothing is hurting, giving you head pats (ah jeez), telling you what a good job you did, asking if you need anything, etc.
☘️ "They say caring for a partner after sex can help couples feel grounded and strengthen their bond. We should discuss about what you enjoyed and how I can improve in the future,"
🃏 Gentle dom
🃏 Toma is a service dom? Ikki treats you like royalty afterwards? Kent is into body worship? Haha, that's cute. Allow Ukyo to introduce himself
🃏 Sex with Ukyo is more 'making love' than 'fucking'. He always makes you feel loved, both in and out of the bedroom. He'll make you feel so cherished and loved, as if you're the only thing that matters in his eyes
🃏 If he wanted, he could definitely be more energetic in bed. He gives into whatever desires you want, that includes being a bit more rough. He's worried he'll hurt you at first, but with you reassurance, he'll make your body feel like it's on fire with the pace he's going at
🃏 He's definitely more of a fan of worshipping you behind closed doors, but honestly would never deny a chance to make love to you (within reason, like if there was a 100% chance you're not going to get caught). Having a picnic near a lake? He's making love to you on top of the blanket
🃏 Praise (giving, receiving), Body worship (giving), sensation play, auralism, etc.
🃏 Intimacy with Ukyo is a wonderful thing, but aftercare is also just as amazing. Lots of cuddles, words of affirmation, checking to make sure he didn't hurt you. He's so cute about not wanting to hurt you, but constantly asking you can be a bit annoying at times
🃏 "Beloved, you were so beautiful. Are you feeling alright? Do you need me to get you anything? Just ask me,"
AMAB!Kent x GN!Reader || Week One || Day Three || Rimming/ Birthday Sex
A/N: Roasted hazelnuts,,,,mrghh
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It was Kent's birthday, but you were the one eating cake.
He wore his birthday suit, naturally. Splayed out on your kitchen table as he was, you could examine every last detail. Especially the tight, puckered ring of muscles that simply begged you for a kiss.
Kent cries out, “Oh!” as your tongue flicks up against the soft sweet-spot inside him. He pushes backwards; you push forwards, spreading his cheeks and voraciously lapping at his ass.
“Fuck, please, no more…” That deep, gravelly voice you've come to know so well is nothing more than a shadow of itself now. That powerful body crumbles when you caress it, the firmness of a soldier giving way to the shudders of a slut with each masterful swirl of your tongue.
Despite his own pleas, he continues to push his ass into your face. You slip from his hole with a lewd suction, kissing the wet ring and watching it twitch, as if kissing you back.
You take his cock in hand, adoring the way he arches for you. Your free palm fills itself with his ass cheek, groping it perversely. “You taste better than a bowl full of roasted hazelnuts baby.” You wink at him, not caring that there's no way he'd see it with the way he's pressed his face into the wood.
“Shut up… fuck me, already…”
His thighs tremble and seize, his hips stuttering to life with jerky thrusts into your grip. All this waving his ass in your face is making you hungry, and he had plenty more for you to eat.
You switch from his ass cheek to his hips, holding them steady with Herculean strength against his insistent humping. You ignore the way he cries, ignore the very fact that it's his birthday. He'd make the silly mistake of gifting you something, and now you'd use it till it fell apart in your hands.
Your teeth leave bites all along his cheeks, nipping at his hole but never quite sucking it like before. Your hand only speeds up, using his own precum to slide easily across the length of his cock. He squirms, whining your name more, and more and more, until—
You shove your tongue deep in his ass after one final, especially hard, bite. He can't even find the breath to say he's cumming. Can barely find the breath to breathe at all. He can't think, his mind still white with the glow of his orgasm.
Behind him, you smirk proudly at your work. You'd bitten “Happy Birthday” across his ass cheeks. You can't wait to show him.
