Superman
Clark recently confessed his love to you, and you accepted his confession to play with his feeling considering you dont take clark seriously, at all. You think hes this nerdy guy that gets nervous from a compliment. One day he came over to your house with a bunch of pretty flowers. He stands outside on your porch with a excited and sickeningly nervous look on his face, his hands sweaty and shaky holding the beautiful bunch of roses while his glasses slowly slip off of his nose. Hes also wearing formal attire. You stand up from your couch with a soft sigh, already being sick of playing with his feelings. You open the door and before you could even acknowledge his existence, he wraps his arms around you. You let out a soft whimper as he kisses your hair and mumbles soft nothings into your hair. “Get off.” You mumble rudely in his chest. He freezes. He slowly backs away and drops his arms to his sides, a few pedals falling to the ground due to his sudden jerk. “Excuse me? I bought you flowers with my own money and you treat me like this?” He looks down at you with wide, worried eyes. Worried that he did something wrong. You stare straight into his eyes with this utterly disrespecting look on your face. His brows furrow, seemingly having enough as he raises his voice slightly, but failing miserably, his voice still comes out shaky and unsure. “Who are you talking to like that, huh? Im your boyfriend, y/n show some goddamn respect!..” the silence after that sentence was long. “Your so weird.” You spit out, as you turned around to walk away he suddenly grabs a fistfull of your hair and forcefully pulls you to him, his face inches from yours. “Dont you dare tell me to back off, understand?” He says in a low intimidating voice. You arent even looking him in the eye wich seemingly annoys him even more. Next thing you know is hes pounding you into the mattress with all of his might. Your laying on your back with your legs helplessly spread as hes in between them, laying on you with his arms wrapped around your head so that you have no escape whatsoever, you try to push him off but thats not possible. You helplessly moan his name and whine about why hes being so mad, meanwhile hes grunting and moaning into your ear, his glasses completely forgotten on the bedside table. You feel this weird feeling building up in your stomach, unknowingly you start moaning louder, hes loving the fact your helplessly getting pounded beneath him. “I told you not to talk rude smack towards me.” He says with no hesitation nor shyness, all raw and confident. You suddenly hear his moaning getting louder and he suddenly burries himself deeply inside of you as he comes, hard. He groans loudly as his hips stutter, and then push harder against yours a few times before collapsing ontop of you completely, still having his arms wrapped around your head, you suddenly realize something. He knowingly left you on edge, to punish you. Hes waiting for you to realize, even though he feels you squirming under him trying to make him to back inside of you but he just holds your hands in place instead with a wicked grin on his face. You groan and whine “make me finish you dumb cu-“ your words get cut off by his insanely hard thrust with hurt like hell but got your mouth shut right after a scream like moan making you tighten around his cock like a vice. He softly kisses your cheek as if hes not making you fall apart under him. He suddenly pulls out and puts on his boxers and grabs his glasses and grabs his pajama pants, not caring to clean up after himself, hes still mad. “Baby you cant just leave-“ you say with a mocking irritated tone. He cuts you off with a loud and short “ssht.” He leaves the room without looking back, presenting his impressive big back. You blush, realizing you might actually like him back. How will you confess it?…














