do you want the, HOUSE TOUR .ᐣ
warnings: 18+ mdni, munchy!clark, overstimulation, pinv, mention of multiple orgasms, (house tour and tears inspired. this sucks but its something lighthearted for october!)
after you working through your halloweekend, clark and you both decided that it would be better if he stayed home and rested whilst you winded down.
you arrived home around seven and immediately started undressing as you walked to the shower. the water ran for a bit as you texted your boyfriend—
“hey baby, i just made it home!” and shortly after sitting your phone down before hopping into the shower. the warm water felt amazing against your skin after being trapped in that god forsaken work attire all day.
the smell of the pumpkin spice scented candles, coffee, and pie clung tightly to not only you clothes but, your skin. thank god for dove.
you loved halloween time..or holiday time in general, really. always have but, working at daily planet however, ruined your excitement for fall.
and to reiterate; the warm water felt amazing on your muggy feeling skin.
you must’ve been so very relaxed to have not heard your phone ringing. it was only when you got out that you seen the dozens of missed calls and messages.
super sexy <3: baby are you okay?
super sexy <3: did someone follow you home?
super sexy <3: i asked your friend for your address, I’m on my way.
top three worst nightmares of all time. you quickly tied your robe and almost slipped trying to tidy up the mess of your house.
you tried calling clark but his phone was going straight to voicemail. when said ‘en route’ he meant ‘en route’.
you picked up the mess as best as you could and just as you’re about to change out of your robe—
“baby? are you in there?!” his voice sounded so frantic as he twisted the knob once before you opened the door with a seemingly nonchalant smile.
the man sighed and you could see him visibly relax; “thank god..why weren’t you answering?” his eyes stare intensely into the scenery behind you. “i was in the shower,” you gazed down at his appearance taking in the form fitting slacks he wore that fit all to well around his crotch area.
“you gonna let me in?” he asked obviously more interested in seeing your house for the first time than anything else.
you stepped out of his way as he quickly entered the home and looked around, “it looks like you” he murmured with a fond smile.
god he looked like a wet dream as he sat on your couch.
“no trick or treaters?” you asked sitting next to him on the arm of the couch. he instantly pulled you into his lap and gripped your hips as you straddled him. clark was known to have been a touchy man.
“not many..although i do want something sweet” you would’ve cringed had anyone else said this but, since it was your; six foot four, two hundred-something-pound, gentle giant of a man? you felt the switch from ‘cuddly, quality time’ to teenage girl ‘showing her boyfriend her bedroom’. (if you catch my drift).
you decided to give him the house tour.
“fuck right there!” you breathed out nodding down at clark as he licked ferociously at your sensitive bud. he wasn’t eating it because it’s what he thought you wanted, he was eating it because he wanted to!
and boy was he enjoying it.
you could hardly move, clark had you pinned down against the bed as his mouth worked overtime to erase the stress from the overtime you worked at that god forsaken job (that you loved, unfortunately).
your boyfriend’s tongue brought you at least three previous orgasms before the big finale.
it was midnight which meant you had been riding clarks face for approximately, an hour and a half. he’s meta human so of course he didn’t get tired.
“j-just hold on, you’re almost there” the man huffed holding most of your weight in his arms to make sure you stay up right (throughout the hour, you had fallen off of his face several times. not your fault his tongue overstimulated you).
you whined attempting to push his restless mouth away “baby please” was all you could muster out other than broken moans and curses. seeing you all fuzzy feeling, made clark want to pat himself on the back.
the licks stopped causing you to look down at him through your lashes.
the beefy man pulled away from your cunt, not only take a break but to smugly ask- “want me to lay you down?” all condescending, to which you nodded ‘yes’.
the man swiftly laid you on your back and moved to duck his head down “no” you spoke softly and he stopped dead in his tracks gazing up at you “what is it, princess?” in that fake concerned tone (kinda like the condescending one from earlier) the silence lasted for a few seconds before-
“i want you to fuck me” famous last words.
the man froze “wha- baby no.” with finality. “you’re tired from work and all, i wanna make you feel good.” as if you didn’t come numerous times tonight. god, you hated how respectful he was “clark ill telling you, i want you in me”.
once he heard that? it took clark no time to satisfy your need.
remember quiet, sweet, respectful clark? he went missing when his cock entered you “fuck you’re so tight” he grunted into your ear accidentally after rocking his hips.
the weight of clark’s body on top of your smaller frame, forced you to lean into the mattress as he pounded deeply in you. your moans and cries got muffins against the comforter on the bed so really the only sound was the skin-on-skin slapping, and the creak of the bed.
“you had me so fucking worried just so i could fuck you? is that it?”. you were known for making clark jealous or pissing him off because it usually ended in sex or other physical intimacy. you called it “touch and fuck roulette”.
you just whined not being able to fully comprehend what he asked just now. “touch and fuck roulette” only ended up being interesting if clark was worried about you. hence, him thinking you were playing around tonight. by the time he was really worked up, he had became accustomed to the pattern and was always waiting for you to roll the chamber.
tonight though was one hundo percent his idea with that suggestive as remark he made earlier.
“what were you hoping would happen? huh?” super sexy growled feeling his pending orgasm. “just come in me, baby” you encouraged literally a second before he shot his load into you.
