[summary]: harrycastillo x fem!reader | After going out with Harry for sometime, you become insecure in your relationship and decide to break it off. Harry soothes your anxieties and shows you just how much you mean to him.
[warnings/tags]: 18+ MDNI, pnv, oral (fem!receiving), angsty, hurt/comfort, you cry and then he makes you feel better :)
[wc]: 3k
[a/n]: i’ve never wrote for harry before so sorry if he’s a little meh yea :’)
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It had started out with a few dates. A man you’d been matched with through a matchmaking agency, Adore and a desperate desire to get back into the dating world. You were at first skeptical about the whole thing, the idea of putting your dating life in someone else’s hands making you nervous. But Harry Castillo was a sweet man- charming, funny, and not to mention wealthy.
Over the course of all these dates, you slowly realized you didn’t know if pursuing a serious relationship was a good idea. He was great and all but often you felt a sort of disconnect between his life and yours. It felt like he was from a completely different world than you sometimes. A world of silver spoons, pricy menus, and specialty tailored clothes. You felt out of your element most of the time, noticing how Harry would simply glance over the menu on your dates without taking into account the price of anything.
You hated to admit it but it made you feel insecure. Sitting there in your cheap dress you found at the mall, silently stressing about if you were going to make rent that month. The dates were great but sometimes they just felt wrong. You decided that on your next date you would gently break the news to him and end your relationship.
It was a late Saturday night when you arrived at Harry’s penthouse. Harry had invited you over for some dinner and drinks. Your stomach twisted into knots as you exited the elevator, anxiety towards how Harry would take the news shuttering through your whole system. You wore a simple dress, icy blue with dainty lace across the top and bottom along with a pair of silver heels. You always felt a little more confident whenever you dressed up. Though tonight, despite your hair and make up being just right, nothing could soothe the nervousness in your chest.
When you reached his door you knocked gently before waiting for him to answer. After a moment the door creaked open and there stood Harry, a black pair of slacks dressing his legs along with a fitted button up black shirt that worked to make his shoulders seem broader. He smiled upon seeing you and stepped back so you could enter.
“You look beautiful.” He said gently. You smiled and took his invitation to enter, feeling his eyes lingering on you as you walked past. He shut the door behind you and with a smooth motion pulled you into a gentle kiss which made your heart soar.
That excitement soon shifted into something darker. A little tinge of guilt pulled at your chest. Part of you didn’t want to break things off- but you knew at the end of the day you and Harry just didn’t fit.
Harry’s hand rested on your waist as he pulled back, his dark eyes flicking over your features. You hoped your guilt wasn’t as apparent as it felt.
Harry gave you a soft smile, the type of smile that was so warm and gentle that your brain seemed to malfunction for a second. He cleared his throat, his eyes sliding from your face to down the hall. “I have a great meal prepared. I hope you like it.”
He led you down the hall, your heels clicking on marble floors. The soft embrace of jazz met your ears as you entered the dining room, making your guilt intensify by the second. The lights were dim, the food was set, the view from the penthouse was glittering with the sight of New York City, yet all you could feel was the pit of dread in the bottom of your stomach. It was obvious Harry had put thought into this dinner and you hated to be the one to have to sour the mood.
Harry hadn’t taken notice of your state yet, striding over to the table and picking up a glass and turning his head towards you with a flash of a smile. “Wine?” He spoke with all the charm a host ought to have, considerate and anxious to please.
You stood there. You didn’t know when you’d stopped walking, but there you were- standing awkwardly away from the table, wringing your hands in a display of obvious nervous energy.
Harry’s brows furrowed and he quickly set down the glass back onto the table and approached you cautiously. “Are you okay?” He asked, you could hear the worry in his voice which didn’t do much to soothe your anxieties.
He took another step forward to rest a hand on your shoulder but when you leaned out of his grasp his hands dropped to his sides in defeat.
“Harry I- I don’t know if I can do this.” You whispered.
“Do what?” He asked.
“This. Us. This relationship.” You admitted. It felt good getting the words out but you hated the look on Harry’s face when you said them.
He looked confused, his brows still pinched and his lips parted. He ran a hand through his hair briefly, looking towards the ground before meeting your gaze again. “May I ask why? I thought we were doing good.”
You took a deep breath before speaking, keeping your voice as steady as possible. “We are- well, were. Harry you’re such a great man and you’ve been so good to me.” You looked away from him and swallowed. “But we need to be realistic. You don’t belong with someone like me.”
Harry paused, almost as if he was trying to figure out if he heard you right. “I don’t… belong with someone like you? What does that even mean.” His voice was low and you noticed his jaw had gotten tense. “Explain it to me.”
“Look around you Harry! This is all so foreign to me!” You explained, motioning a frantic hand around. “I’m not like you- I don’t have nice things! I don’t wear nice clothes- I can’t even fucking pay my rent half of the time!”
Harry shook his head and took a step forward. “Do you think I care about that? How does that change us?”
You fidgeted with the rings on your fingers to distract yourself from the sudden urge to cry. “I’m just trying to do what’s best-“
Harry scoffed in disbelief. “How is this best? What about how I feel?”
“I just wanted to bite the bullet and end things myself instead of you doing it down the road when I’m in too deep. When you realize I’m not enough for you.” You blurted out. The world around you started to blur as tears began to gather in the corners of your eyes. You blinked, wiping a stray tear quickly with the back of a hand. Harry had gone still. You couldn’t decipher what it was he was feeling at the moment, his face just looked blank.
After a moment he ran a hand across his jaw, closing his eyes before opening them again. You stood there in anxious silence, awaiting his response.
“Darling… is that what you think would happen?” He asked gently. The softness of his voice took you by surprise. You’d been expecting coldness, maybe irritation- but not this.
“I just- I don’t know.” You stuttered, another tear slipping down your cheek. Harry stepped forward, drawing close to you and reaching up a hand to gently swipe the tear from your cheek.
“I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?” He murmured, his eyes dancing across your splotched and pitiful features. You nodded quietly, feeling pathetic all of a sudden for getting so worked up.
He was thoughtful for a moment before finally speaking. “Sweetheart, if I had doubts about you I wouldn’t be putting my whole heart into this relationship. You are perfect. There’s no such thing as not good enough. Everytime I look at you I see what matters. A woman who loves me, who I love- who I would do anything for, that I want to take care of.” His thumb ran gentle circles across your cheek. “I don’t care about the things you own- or the money you have. I just care about you.”
He took in a shaky breath, and you felt his hand tense upon your face. “Now if this is just an excuse you’ve come up with because you don’t feel the same…”
You immediately shook your head, covering his hand with yours and gazing up at him. “No- no. Not at all. I.. I love you Harry. More than anything. I just…”
“You didn’t want to get hurt.” He whispered.
You closed your eyes and nodded, leaning into his touch. You felt another tear fall but instead of wiping it, Harry leaned in and gently kissed it away, sending a shutter through your system. Harry watched as your eyes fluttered open to meet his, full of self doubt and pain.
“I would never hurt you.” He murmured. “Never. I’m with you, until you no longer wish to have me. I’m not going anywhere.” His reassurances caused you to feel ten pounds lighter, the honesty of his words diminishing the feelings of inferiority that had previously overtaken you.
Slowly, you leaned in, capturing his lips with a deep kiss. He tasted salty from your tears but still so entirely and wonderfully like him. Harry slid a hand into your hair, cradling the back of your head as you kissed him. You surrendered all your feelings of inadequacy and focused on feeling him. His hands skimmed up your body, holding you tightly against him almost like he was scared of you drifting away. You felt his fingers dig into your waist, bunching up the slippery fabric of your dress, a soft moan escaping Harry’s mouth at the feeling of you. He pulled back slightly, his nose brushing your cheek and his breath escaping him in short pants.
“Can I show you exactly how much I fucking love you?” He asked in a gruff tone that immediately caused heat to pool in your lower belly.
“Yes” You whispered- hands gripping the fabric of his dress shirt, aching for it to come off. He immediately captured your lips in another heated kiss. You thought the kisses he was giving you before were amazing, but this kiss was unbelievable. It was hot and worshiping- like he had waited years to kiss you like this. You let out a gasped sound into his mouth and carefully Harry began to lead you down the hallway, kissing and feeling your body as you went.
You made it to the bedroom and with a swift motion Harry closed the door with his foot. You soon felt the back of your knees hit plush bedding and smiled against his mouth. Harry’s hands slid up your back and touched the zipper at your spine.
“May I?” He whispered. What a gentleman. You nodded, biting your lip with your teeth nervously as he began to slide it down.
You’d never actually had sex with Harry yet. Of course the two of you had made out and cuddled and things like that- but never all the way. Your dress went limp on your body, now unzipped and loose. With a gentle hand Harry pushed both of the thin straps down, causing it to pool on the floor at your feet. He looked down at you in quiet awe, taking in your form and the parts of you he’d never seen before.
“Fuck you’re beautiful…” He mumbled, bowing his head to kiss your neck. You swiftly unclipped your bra, letting it fall amongst your dress and Harry made a little sound of desire. You let yourself fall sat onto the bed, while Harry bent down to kiss you.
He pulled back and slowly kneeled down in front of you. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest at the sight. Harry gently took one of your legs, slowly unclasping the silver heel on your foot. You shuttered as his hands danced upon your skin, taking care of one shoe then onto the next.
Once your shoes were set aside neatly, he ran a hand up your legs, slowly parting them causing you to gasp softly. He dipped his head, nose trailing up the inside of your thigh. Heat flooded your body and all of a sudden you were hyper aware of every move this man was making. Harry ran a palm up your leg to where your underwear was situated and hooked a finger under the fabric.
“Lift your hips a bit darling.” He whispered. You complied and he pulled the fabric down. He dragged your panties off your legs and onto the ground, as you settled back onto the bed. Your body was thrumming with anticipation and an intense desire for the man who was positioned kneeling in front of you.
Again, he parted your legs, wetting his lips before trailing careful kisses up the insides of your thighs. You resisted the urge to tell him to hurry up and just touch you already- his teasing kisses causing you to become impatient and needy. You squirmed a bit and Harry’s eyes flicked up to you, a smirk placed on his lips.
“I’ve got you baby..” He murmured before finally placing his lips where you wanted him the most. You immediately let out a gasp, arching back and gripping the sheets at the feeling. His tongue moved through you with a sort of accuracy that had you dumbfounded and consumed with pleasure. He gripped your hips, keeping you stable as he tasted you, each of your moans urging him to go faster, stroke deeper.
You found your hands slide themselves into his hair, gently pressing him farther into you. Harry didn’t make any moves of protest but welcomed the action, burying his face in you. You felt his nose, his relentless tongue and the vibration of his hums through your core, pulling you closer and closer to an orgasm.
You ached to wrap your legs around something but Harry’s grip on your thighs kept them in their place. Soon your legs trembled and your breaths grew choked and rapid and with a desperate sound you reached your climax, coming undone around Harry’s tongue. Harry coaxed you further through your orgasm, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a restless ocean.
Eventually, Harry took his face from your cunt, looking up at you with a desperate look on his face. Kneeled and drunk on the taste of you he sat, his previously neat hair mussed from your fingers, lips wet and his face flushed. You saw him and thought he looked heavenly with this shirt rumpled and his breathing still rapid.
“Fuck- I could sit here and taste you forever.” He murmured.
“I need you Harry.” You gasped, still coming down from your high. Harry slowly got off his knees and unbuttoned his dress shirt as you watched with hungry eyes. You helped him with his belt as he slid off his shirt before he took over in discarding his pants.
You shifted back on the bed, laying there and watching him until he was naked and crawled on top of you. Your hands slid up his chest as he braced himself over you, eyes flicking over your blushed face and eager expression. You felt the length of him run through your folds and let out a little sound.
“Is this okay?” He murmured. You could see the hint of anxiousness in his eyes that came along with making sure you were okay which only caused you to only want him more.
You nodded cradling his face in your hands as you looked up at him. “Yes-”
He nodded and bent down to ghost his lips over yours before closing the space. You tasted yourself on his lips, his tongue pushing to enter your mouth as he shifted his hips. With a gruff sound he pushed into you, your breath shuttering and your body making room for the fullness of him.
He was gentle and careful to not to hurt you as he started to move, your hands digging into his shoulders as he went. You clung to him desperately, feeling every inch of him and muttering his name between thrusts.
He moved his hips with precision, as praised tumbled from his lips. You felt his breath ghost your temple as you buried your head into his neck.
The two of you moved together as if you’d known eachother for years. With a touch of a hand Harry would make you shiver, with the movement of his hips he would hit the place that made you go over the edge.
The knot in your stomach tightened as he went, pleasure just out of your reach.
“I’m almost there-“ You gasped, your eyes fluttering closed as you clung to him tighter. Harry let out a little sound of pleasure at your gasp. He began to thrust into you deeper, slower, dragging out the movement of his hips to make sure you were taken care of.
Finally with one more stroke you felt the knot in your stomach break, sending waves of pleasure and a sense of bliss through your system. Harry felt you flutter around him, the feeling pushing him over the edge.
He quickly slipped out, his head slumping against your shoulder as he came undone. You panted as you started to come down from the feeling of euphoria that had overtaken you.
“God..” You panted, laying your head back onto the plush pillows. Harry still had himself positioned over you, a look of contentment on his face.
Soon he rolled off of you, taking his place at your side. You were both worn from the activity, finding relaxation in lying there motionless next to each other.
Harry reached out lazily and brushed against your hand gently with his own. You took his hand and felt him slowly bring your palm to his lips and kiss it.
“We still have a whole dinner set up in the dining room.” Harry murmured against your hand. You smiled tiredly at the ceiling.
“We do.” You agreed.
“Shall we then?” Harry asked, pushing himself up and moving to cup your face.
You smiled up at him and nodded after a moment. “Lead the way.”
[summary]: clarkkent x fem!reader | Clark comes home after not seeing him last night and the two of you have a sweet moment in the kitchen.
[warnings/tags]: 18+, MDNI, pnv, on the counter, soft!clark, a little bit of angst if you squint, fingering, not proof read
[wc]: 1.7k
[authors note]: wrote this after seeing a really good clark kent edit using the scene of him and lois in the kitchen.
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The scent of freshly brewed coffee met your senses as you waited for your mug to finish filling at the machine. Your hip leaned lazily against the counter and remnants of last night's lack of sleep was on full display on your face. The dark circles, the messy hair - sleep was becoming harder to come by when your boyfriend happened to be Superman.
Clark had been gone last night, leaving you alone in a bed that always felt way too big and way too cold whenever he was gone. You knew he was out doing good for the city- but you couldn’t help the relentless worry that tortured you.
Your mug finished filling and you let out a yawn and reached for it, the glass warm against your fingers. You took the first sip after a moment of letting the warmth of the mug seep into your weary hands. The coffee slipped down your throat, bringing forth a liquid warmth that spread throughout your veins.
“Morning.”
You turned your head over your shoulder to see your boyfriend, Clark Kent, walking into the small apartment kitchen. His curls were mussed and wind blown and his white dress shirt was rumpled and slightly unbuttoned . A small smile spread across your lips at the sight of him. It was hard to not swoon over Clark at any chance you got- I mean look at the man. He was gorgeous.
You immediately set down your mug and made your way over to him to pull him into a big hug. Clark’s hands instinctively wrapped around your waist, his nose burying itself into your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could.
“How’d you sleep?” He mumbled into your neck, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.
“Okay.” You admitted. “I was tossing and turning a lot. I just couldn’t stay asleep.”
Clark paused, before pulling back and looking down at you, his arms still firmly wrapped around your waist. His blue eyes flickered across your features as if they were searching for something.
“I know you worry.” He finally murmured.
You gave him a teasing look. “Me? Worry? Never.”
An amused smile spread across Clark’s face, the dimples you loved so much revealing themselves. After a moment his expression fell back into a quiet state of concern and he reached up gently to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear.
“You’re terrible at pretending you're fine. I can’t help but feel guilty for your lack of sleep.”
You shook your head gently. “It’s not your fault Clark. Really.”
He sighed softly, a hand resting against your cheek cradling your head.
“I just care about you. I worry because I love you.” You said gently, assuring him with your tone. “Besides, you keep me up no matter if you're here or not.” You added suggestively, resulting in a laugh puffing past Clark’s lips.
“You’re always full of jokes.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“You like it.” You whispered, pulling his lips gently to yours. Sometimes after so much time apart you forgot how good it felt to kiss him.
Clark immediately reciprocated your eagerness and pulled your harder against him, the grip on your body tightening. You pulled back after a moment and broke the kiss, gazing up at him flushed and slightly breathless.
“Well what would you like for breakfast.” You asked. Clark blinked himself out of his daze, caught off guard by your question for a moment.
“You just kiss me like that and you’re asking about breakfast?” He asked, a dark brow arched.
“Well I’m guessing you haven’t eaten.” You explained with a smile. “We have eggs, yogurt- or I can make you pancakes if you want.” You listed off breakfast items, causing Clark to emit a low groan. He bent down to kiss your cheek once as a hint that he was thinking about anything but food at the moment.
“We also have bread.. I could make you some toast..” You rambled on as Clark’s lips peppered light kisses across your skin.
You were in the middle of talking about how you would make him coffee when his lips met yours in a tender kiss, shutting you up instantly.
You made a little noise and spoke through his kiss. “Clark I want you to eat something-“
“Really all I want right now is you.” He answered honestly, making your heart flutter wildly inside your chest. “That okay?” He asked against your lips.
You felt his mouth smile against yours and let out a soft laugh. “I guess. But you’re eating after.”
Clark took that as permission to continue, pushing you gently up against the counter, his lips moving against yours with increasing heat and need. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, opening your mouth for him between hot kisses.
With a strong hand he lifted you up onto the counter, your legs parted so he could stand between them.
You slid your hands from around his neck and ran your palms down his chest. You felt the strong muscle of his shoulders along with the hard expanse of his chest. Your fingers skimmed against the buttons of his shirt, aching to have the clothing already off him and on the floor.
Clark broke the kiss briefly to slip off his glasses, his movements making you let out a little giggle.
“What?” He asked, smiling as he placed his glasses on the counter where the two of you couldn’t accidentally bump into them.
You moved your hands to his face and squeezed his jaw gently, a laugh escaping your lips. “Dork.”
Clark scoffed in fake offense. “Really? You’re name calling now?”
“I like that you’re a dork.” You whispered, pulling him in for another kiss, sliding your hands up into his hair. Your mouths worked against each other, building up the aching desire that was stirring in both of you.
Soon you couldn’t hold yourself back and began to unbutton the length of his shirt, the white tank he wore under becoming more exposed. Once his dress shirt was unbuttoned you pushed it off his shoulders. He helped you, slipping it off your arms and tossing it carelessly to the floor. You lived this side of him- the side that wasn’t afraid to make a mess.
You tugged at his tank, gasping into his mouth between desperate kisses. He complied to your silent request and pulled the tank over his head in a swift motion. You pulled back to look at the man in front of you, your eyes shamelessly skimming the length of his torso from where you sat.
“God I missed you.” You said breathlessly. Clark flashed you a dimpled smile in response as you ran your hands up his bare arms.
Things escalated as you both clung to each other, kissing as if your lives both depended on it. Clark helped you peel off the old band tee you wore before helping you lift yourself a little bit off the counter to shimmy down your sleep shorts and panties. Clark ran a reverent hand up your thigh, the size of his hand making it look small by comparison.
You reached for Clark’s belt and he helped you undo the clasp with a soft clink. Once his belt was loose you unbuttoned his dress pants with anticipation. Clark pushed the clothing off his hips along with his boxers, the length of him before you.
In a frenzy of hands, mouths, and skin you guided him to your entrance. You were practically aching for him at this point, not needing any foreplay to get yourself going. You wanted him and wanted him right then and there.
With a swift motion Clark pushed into you, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Your hand flew up to his shoulders as his hand slid to your waist to keep you steady.
“Good?” Clark asked gently as he fully fitted himself inside you, waiting for you to give him the go ahead to continue. You shifted your hips, desperate for movement.
“Yes- Please-“ You nodded. With that Clark began to move, snapping and shifting hips against you. You moaned his name between thrusts, slumping your head against his shoulder.
Clark took a hand from your waist and positioned it at the apex of your thighs, meeting the little bundle of nerves that made your pleasure increase upon contact. You choked breathlessly, your back arching against him at the movement of his finger and hips.
“God- Yes-“ You gasped, your eyes shutting. Your fingers dug into his back, leaving crescent moon shaped marks into his skin.
Clark drove forward, his pace unrelenting. His jaw flexed between movements and you could feel his hand on your waist growing tighter.
You felt a familiar knot of pleasure beginning to form in your gut, signaling that you were growing closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Clark-“ You gasped once, your voice sounding foreign and whispery to your ears. “I’m-“
“I know- I got you.” Clark grunted, trying to keep his composure as he moved forward.
His fingers worked you harder, your legs beginning to tremble as you climbed high and higher. Soon a wave of pleasure crashed into you and you came undone, your face flushed and breath uneven. Your heart pounded in your chest as a sense of bliss settled over your body. Clark’s movements became sloppy as he grew closer to his own climax, the feel of you around him pushing him forward.
With a final push forward his hips stuttered and let out a sigh, his forehead falling against yours. The two of you sat there for a moment trying to catch your breath, the room now smelling of coffee and sex.
Clark tilted his head and kissed your temple gently, his lips lingering a moment. You smiled, a new wave of exhaustion weighing on your shoulders.
“I love you.” Clark whispered against your temple. Your lashes fluttered as his nose skimmed your hair.
“I love you.” You answered back, your voice faint yet full of conviction.
Clark kissed your temple once again before gently patting your thigh. “I’ll make you breakfast. You just rest.”
With the lack of sleep and the fatigue that came along with sex, you didn’t argue. You were just happy that he was here.
I’m finally watching Billy The Kid. I put it off so much because my jealous little brain didn’t want to see our man with another woman… so I’m just gonna skip those parts.
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