πΊππππππ: You are a professor from Gotham who moved to Metropolis to calm your worried father. You didnβt expect your manifesting to not only make Clark fall in love but also for Superman to work.
πͺπππππππ πΎπππππππ: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference
π¨πππππβπ ππππ: I'm just going to stop having a deadline when uploading cause this was later than expected. But I will try to have another chapter out soon.
πͺπππππππ πΎπππππππ: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference
Today was the day for your date with Clark. You were nervous, but happy you were going. You were deep in your daily routine. As you made yourself breakfast. Checked some emails and graded some of your students' work. You felt so productive that you decided to clean your apartment and do some laundry.
You looked at your phone and saw that it was only twelve o'clock. Once you finish with everything. You debated if you wanted to take a nap since waking up is starting bite you in the ass. The only problem is that sometimes your naps turn into three-hour naps. And you can't afford that, not on this day. You need as much time as possible, especially since you don't even know what to do with your hair yet.
But you also don't want to be tired and yawn the whole date, or make Clark think you're bored. You decided just to set multiple alarms to make sure you wake up to get ready. You made your way to your half-made bed and lay down. And covering your eyes with your bonnet to block out the light.
You woke up in a daze, hearing your alarm blare in the distance. You pulled your bonnet off your eyes. Squinting when the light shocked you. You sluggishly turned off the alarm and saw that it was two in the afternoonβthree hours to get ready before your date.
You sat up in bed and made your way to the bathroom. While you're doing that, you're searching for hairstyles that are still cute but easy for you to do. You turned on the shower and went through your daily routine as usual before you got out. You lotioned your body and put on some relaxing clothes so you could do your makeup and hair.
The speaker that you put on earlier, playing smooth tunes as you searched for your makeup. You opted to elevate your daily makeup, since it's pretty basic and you don't have much time. So you have to dig around for room, make a mental note to buy something, and put your makeup all in one place.
You look at the digital clock and see that it's almost three thirty. So you have an hour and 30 minutes left before Clark comes. So you did your makeup first, as it won't take as long as doing your hair. You decided to try some new things, scrolling on social media, and it actually worked on you. And actually had an easy time, putting on lash clusters for once. So you sprayed on the setting spray. And checked your phone again, out of anxious jitters, and saw it was four, which made you frown, since you still had no clue what to do with your hair. And frown deepened when Clark texted you that he would leave soon to get you.
So you hurried to clean your bathroom and got out some of your hair products. You washed your hair earlier in the week when it rained, so you had your natural hair. So you were debating whether to wear your braid out as is. Or actually do a style like a low bun. You ultimately decided to do a half-up and half-down. Revamping some curls and lightening edges.
And you looked at your phone, you have 30 minutes left, and you left the bathroom. Searching for body oil and putting it on quickly. You decided to wear light jewelry, as less is more. After you found your outfit and put it on, you searched for some shoes. And found a purse you could put some personal things in. You checked your phone and saw that Clark had texted you that he was here.
You grabbed a light jacket and found your keys to lock your door. You walked out of your apartment building to Clark, leaning against a red vintage truck. Clark reached his hand out to help you step off a ledge.
"I didn't know you had such a beauty like this." Clark smiled at your statement.
"I don't bring it out that much as I live in the city and everything is close." Clark opened the door for you. "Also, I've been working on making it more modern."
You look around the truck's interior and see both the vintage elements and how he modernized it. "It looks really good, I like it.
"Thank you."
You started to buckle your seat belt, but Clark gently took it from your hands and buckled it himself. "You look very pretty tonight." You felt your face heat up from the compliment as he was so close that you smelled his cologne.
"Thank you." You said, breathless, as you looked into his blue eyes, as he slowly looked you up and down.
He smiled once again as a gesture before he closed the door. And walked around his side. But stumbled a little as he caught himself by putting his hands on the hood before he gave a small thumbs up. You giggled a little at the event as it was such a 180 from the moment before. Clark showed that he still had the quirkiness he showed on the first day you two met.
Clark got into the car and drove to the main street. "So remembered the conversation we had walking back to my job." You nodded your head. "I remember one of your side comments about liking art."
"Yeah, I wanted to see the Metropolis Art Museum as everyone talks about it."
"Well, that's where I wanted to take you before our dinner reservation at seven." Clark laughed at your shocked facial expression.
"Really, you didn't have to do that. I even surprised you remembered that." You put one hand on your chest.
"I wanted to, as I embarrassingly remembered that as I planned a date right there on that day in my head."
"Really, you wanted to take me out that early." You raised your eyebrows slightly in surprise.
"I wasn't lying when I said that I wanted to get to know you more." Clark laughed lightly.
You smiled to yourself at the gesture that he only remembered, but wanted to take you to see something that you only said in the moment of small talk.
"Thank you." You smiled.
"You don't have to thank me for that."
You two eventually made it to the museum's parking lot. You saw Clark in the corner of your eye, getting out of the car. He made his way quickly to your side, opening the door. He grabbed your hand as he guided you out of the car, and briefly put his hand on your lower back to steady you.
"You don't mind, do you?" You made a puzzled facial expression before you looked down at Clark's hand, signaling to hold yours.
"I don't mind at all." You put your hand in his, and Clark lightly gripped it.
He guided you two to the museum entrance. You were stunned that such a grand building just sat in the downtown of Metropolis. And the inside was just as impressive. The open, vast space with an old feeling. That was brown with splashes of red and oranges to complement the glimpses of statues and paintings you see from the high arches.
Clark grabbed one of the brochures on the stand as he flipped through it in one hand while still holding yours in the other. "What do you want to see first?" He slightly tilted his head down to make eye contact with you.
"I don't know, I'm kind of overwhelmed." You looked around briefly before making eye contact again. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"I haven't been in a while, but I can show you what I remember." You nodded your head as a verbal agreement.
You let him guide you to the historical art that contained statues and period pieces. You looked around in awe at the different paintings. "This is so different from the Gotham art museum." You pointed in the silence between the two of you. "It's much more gothic, heavy pieces."
"I've seen pictures before," Clark said next to you.
You sat on one of the benches that surrounded one of the Greek sculptures. Clark tilted his head at you as if he were observing you. "You want me to take pictures of you?"
You looked up in confusion before you looked around. "Yeah, I don't mind." You got into position when he pulled out his phoneβand snapped a couple of photos while you made multiple poses.
"Let me see." You got up from the bench and walked over to him to take a look. "This looks great, Clark. I might put in a photo dump."
"We should take some together." You uttered excitedly as you lightly grabbed his arm.
"Really?" Clark raised his eyebrow in surprise.
"Yes, really." You pulled him to the bench.
You let him angle his phone as you lay your head on his shoulder and hook your arms around one of his. You gently smiled at the camera as he took pictures.
"What a cute couple." You and Clark turn to the elderly couple who were looking at you two. You felt your face heat as Clark let out a small, amused laugh before either of you could protest.
"We can take a couple of photos for you." The older man of the couple said. Clark looked at you for confirmation before he handed his phone to him.
You got slightly more comfortable as Clark had more free range. You felt his arm wrap around your lower back. You felt his warmth as his hand splayed on your hip. You had to remember to keep smiling for pictures as you felt his hand make a small movement on your hips.
"Thank you so much," Clark said as he got up from the bench to get his phone.
"No problem, have a good night." Both of them acknowledge.
"Thank you, you too." You said before they started to leave the room.
Clark sat on the bench once again as he scrolled through the photos. "They were right, we do look cute."
You leaned into his space. "Maybe they were right, more me than you."
"Oh, is that right?" Clark questioned as he looked at you. "I tend to think I'm handsome, as my ma would say."
"Really?" You giggled.
Clark made a puzzled look. "Yes, really."
You two stared at each other before you broke the silence with a sigh. "I'll admit that you're handsome."
Clark continued staring at you as if he was trying to form a reply. "Thank you for admitting that."
"You're welcome." You looked around the exhibit as you've seen all that you wanted to see
"Do you want to move on?" You said to Clark as he checked his phone.
"We have like an hour until our reservation, so that we can see a little more." He got up from the bench and extended his hand towards you again.
You stood up, smoothed your clothes, and grabbed his hand. "I've seen online that this museum has art through the Hollywood age, and it looks interesting."
"We should go see it then." Clark interpreted as he moved you both between exhibits.
"You know, some people have said I give off a 40s movie star, I don't see it." Clark inputted.
"I can see it kinda, maybe if you took off the glasses." You said in response.
"I can't go anywhere without my glasses." He joked. "I'm blind as a bat."
"Clark, that was one of the most southern things you said today." You giggled as he blushed. "I find it cute. Just as cute when I hear your accent slip out with certain words."
"You notice that? I thought I was able to hide it pretty well." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"It's still pretty good." You interjected. "But I can see what people see."
"Maybe I will take off my glasses for you, one day, to really decide if you see it." Clark looked directly into your eyes.
You smiled at the prospect, as you could finally see his face without blocking. But you can't help wonder if there was something else behind what he said. Like, there was vulnerability in just him admitting that he would take off his glasses for you one day. But you don't know what.
You and Clark eventually made your way to each exhibit on your way to the Hollywood one. You snapped a couple of pictures of what you liked, and you read the history of each art piece. And, after gently studying what each piece means. You eventually convinced Clark to let you take some solo pictures of him, as he was too cute not take photos of him.
You eventually made it back outside as the mesum, walking back to the car. "Thank you again. This means a lot to me, even as a small gesture." You broke the silence.
"You're welcome, I just like to do things for people, it's who I am." Clark smiled at you as he opened the car for you to get in.
You two drove in silence, the radio playing softly in the background. You looked out the window to observe the surroundings. You once in a while gazed at Clark's side profile. His jaw flexed as he gripped the wheel. You looked down his arms and noticed how muscular he actually is. The other times you seen him. He had on suits that looked baggy, but now he has a sweater that clung to his frame. You raised an eyebrow as you continued to look. But looked away quickly when you made eye contact with Clark. You heard him let out of breath that sounded like a laugh.
You looked out the window again and saw a very pretty restaurant. The car came to a stop as Clark parked. You started to open the car door before you heard Clark make a small protest. "No, you stay right there."
You rolled your eyes playfully. But you put your hand out for Clark to grab once he opened the door. "Thank you." You wrapped your hand around his arm as you walked through the restaurant doors.
You looked around the interior while Clark spoke with the receptionist. The atmosphere was dim, with candles lit on multiple tables. A waiter led you to one of the tables. Clark pulled out one of the chairs for you to sit. You grabbed one of the menus to look at while Clark settled down. The waiter asked if you wanted anything other than the complimentary water. And you quickly said what you wanted to drink.
"This is very nice, it was a good pick." You hummed as you continued to look at the menu.
"I can't take all the credit as Lois gave me recommendations," Clark replied.
"Really? My girl has good taste." You made eye contact with him.
"Yeah, I'll keep a couple in mind for later," Clark added as you hummed.
"Do you see anything that you like?" You questioned.
"Yeah, do you?"
"I see these prices." You raised your eyebrows as Clark laughed.
"Don't worry about it, I got it," Clark told you.
"Clark, this is expensive as fuck." You reminded him. "I don't know if I can let you pay this."
"We're not doing this again like last time." Clark shook his head at you. "I'll be fine, in fact, I actually got promoted."
"Promoted?" You gasped. "You should've told me."
"Yeah, assistant editor." Clark smiled. "Maybe in three years or more, I'll be a part of the senior editorial team."
"That's great, Clark, very happy for you." You smiled and then smirked lightly. "Was this to tell me you got money?"
Clark tilted his head at you. "It's better money than what I made before."
"Can I borrow some money?"
"Yeah."
You blinked slowly as you looked at Clark as if he had grown a second head. The way it just casually rolled off his tongue. "Clark, I wasn't being serious."
He pushed his glasses up his nose. "You weren't?" He questioned with a slight pout on his face. Like he was sad you wouldn't accept his money.
"Yes." You giggled. "But I'll let you know if the day ever comes."
"I'll hold you to that promise." Clark faked seriousness.
You both returned to the menu, since their side portions looked big enough to share. So you just focused on the main dish. "I think I'm going to get lamb." You said in the silence.
"I think I'm going to get steak or something." Clark looked up from the menu. "You wanna share side dishes."
"I'll look around at the other tables, they look big, so yeah." You two talked about what to share before the waiter came to ask what you wanted to order. You two ordered what you wanted before the waiter made a beeline back to the kitchen.
You two talked even more as your food was ordered and prepared. You giggled as Clark told animated stories that made you more comfortable. You two exchanged some experiences in the field, which then transitioned into childhood stories.
"Yeah, I think my dad ever let me climb trees after I broke my leg." You giggled.
"I don't think I ever broke any bones before," Clark said.
"Before?" You interjected. "You say that like you aren't sure."
"What can I say?" Clark shrugged. "I drank all my milk growing up."
"I would think you would be more prone to injuries cause you grew up on a farm?" You questioned.
"I've only ever been roughed up by cows." Clark smiled. "But it was only ever territorial bulls."
"You have cows on your family farm?" You said in wonder.
"Yeah, my parents just called not too long cause one of the cows just had a calf."
"What's the name?" You looked over the table as Clark showed you photos of his mom that he had received.
"Her name is Daisy," Clark answered. You cooed at the video of his mom and the calf together.
"That's so cute." You gushed as you sat back down. "I've always wanted to see some cows up close."
"Maybe I'll take you one day to see," Clark added.
You looked up at the implications of not only seeing his childhood home. But also the possibility of meeting his parents. But you quickly let that disappear from your mind, as it is too early to be thinking that. So you focused on what he was saying until the waiter brought your food.
You two ate food in silence, and occasionally you two tried each other's food. You gave Clark a price for your lamb. But giggled as Clark accidentally dropped it on the ground and sulked. You have him playfully warn that this will be the last piece. You both finished what you could before getting full.
You let the waiter come back and asked if you enjoyed the food and whether you were ready for the check, to which Clark nodded. A little while later, the waiter came back with the check, and you raised your eyebrow as you peered over the best you could to see the price.
You looked away and tapped your fingers when Clark looked at you. He chuckled lightly as he slid his card into the checkbook and handed it back to the waiter.
"At least let me tip." You muttered.
Clark sighed before he agreed, and you made a small victory. You got your small purse out to get out cash as the waiter came back with the checkbook and wished you both a good night. Clark asked how much you were going to tip before he wrote it down. You stuck the cash under the corner of the bread plate.
Clark got up first, and you followed suit as you two guided your way back outside to his car. You let him get you in the car once again. As he closed the door, you looked at your phone and saw that it was nine.
You lay your head on the window as Clark drove back to your apartment. You mulled over the day, as this was the most relaxed you've been all week. And maybe Clark's attitude and outlook on life affected how you feel. He really has the energy that you can't really be mad around him. You also thought about what you have do tomorrow as you prepared for the upcoming week.
You were so deep in thought that you barely noticed that you were back in front of your apartment until you heard Clark's voice snap you out of it.
You let Clark lead you to your apartment's entrance.
"I enjoyed myself tonight, thank you for this." You smiled at him.
"It's no problem, I want to do it again."
You became shy at his words. "You want another date?"
"Yeah, I really do want another date with you," Clark affirmed. "I like you."
"I like you too."
"Actually, as a matter of fact, what are you doing tomorrow?" Clark asked.
"Nothing much, why do you ask?"
"Can I come over tomorrow to cook for you, or is that too much?" Clark crossed arms. "I don't want to wait too long see you again."
You were a little stunned at his last sentence, but recovered quickly. "Yeah, you can come over."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
You two looked at each other before you slowly opened your arms, signaling for a hug. Clark wrapped his arms around you. And when you slightly pulled back from him, he lightly kissed your forehead.
"I want to remind you again of how pretty you looked tonight." He whispered in your hair.
"Thank you." You said breathlessly, Clark pulled from you completely.
"I'll see you tomorrow." You waved at him as he walked back to his car.
"I'll see you then."
You buzzed yourself into your building and made your way to the apartment. Once you closed the door, you leaned against it as your heart raced fast in your chest.
π¨πππππβπ ππππ: Sorry, it's been a long time since I last updated. I'm in college right now, so I'm really focusing on that. But I will finish this story. It's a bit shorter, but on the bright side, I combined two days into one. I will try to have chapter 6 out by later today or tommorrow!
πͺπππππππ πΎπππππππ: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference
You sat in the emergency room for the rest of Wednesday night. What a bummer, a good day turned into a bad one. What you can't shake from your head is how Superman looked at you when he put you in the ambulance. It was like he knew who you were. And took much more attentive care than your regular superhero and civilian interaction. You don't know what it was, but at least you were in that handsome man's arms.
You only had bruises on your legs and a bruised but not fractured ankle. Your dad picked you up and took you back to your apartment. He fussed over you for an hour, making sure you had everything you needed. He told you he would pick up your car from the university for you before he went to work.
Luckily, you took your purse with you during that kidnapping and asked Superman to pick it up before he carried you. You plugged in your dead phone. And eventually your screen lit up with missed calls and text messages. You scrolled through them and saw that Clark was one of them.
You saw that he left a voicemail asking if you were alright. He saw what happened on the news last night and was wondering if you were okay. You smiled lightly at his voice as you reminded yourself to call him later. You walked over to your computer, remembering to cancel your classes for Thursday and Friday. As an email sent out from Metropolis University, closing it. They had to check the structure for stability and safety before opening it back to the public.
You carefully walked to the bathroom to wash away yesterday's stress and hospital air. You relaxed as the warm water cascaded down your body. You had to be careful not to put too much pressure on your ankle while washing your body. You wrapped a towel around your body as you stepped into your bedroom, searching for pajamas to put on.
You went to the kitchen for water and then swallowed the pills the hospital gave you before you wandered to the couch, debating whether to grade some student's work. But decided to watch TV and doomscroll on your phone as you were looking for a new hairstyle. Lost in comfort and lull as the painkillers started to kick in for you, dozed off to sleep.
You're abruptly woken out of your sleep as you feel your phone ring. You picked up your phone while reading at 5 in the evening, squinting as you managed to sleep most of the day away. You answered the phone without even checking who was calling.
"Hello." You voiced in a raspy voice as you got up slowly and turned on the lamp beside you for light.
"I called you at a bad time, didn't I?" Clark said with a light laugh. "It sounds like you were asleep."
"Oh no, I needed to get up anyway." You perked up at his voice as you sat up straighter.
"Alright, I wanted to ask you how you're doing."
You titled your head before you spoke. "I'm doing fine, I've noticed that I slept Thursday away."
Clark let out a small chuckle. "You deserve that rest after yesterday."
"I guess I do." You let a small one as you got more comfortable again on your couch. You wondered if Clark was just as relaxed as you are. Little did you know, on the other side, Clark was entirely in costume in his apartment, making an impulsive call. He just wanted to ask one question that was plaguing him.
"I called cause I wanted to ask you something." Clark bit his lip lightly. "What are you doing Saturday?"
You felt your heart skip a beat at the question. "Not much besides grading work and prepping for next week's classes."
"I wanted to take you out for dinner on Saturday."
He really dropped the bomb on me this soon. Could you barely contain your excitement as you didn't expect a first date this soon? Or could you claim this as a date?
"Really?" You smiled.
"I know this is sudden, as we only know each other for like a couple of days." He laughed at the statement. "But I'm really interested, and I want to know more about you."
You sat there buzzed by his words. So you said the hopeful sentence. "Could this be a date?"
"Hmm, yes, I'm asking you out on a date," Clark said in a low tone.
You had to do a double-take at your phone as his voice took a more intimate tone. As you didn't expect that from him, but you don't mind it at all.
"Do I get to know any details about this date?" You asked.
"Besides some small details, no," Clark voiced. "Just wear something nice, I will take care of the rest."
"Okay." You shyly nodded your head as you thought of a good outfit to wear.
You heard something in Clark's background before you heard his voice again. "I have to go, but I will see you on Saturday."
"Bye, Clark."
"Bye, love."
He hung up before you could say anything about the pet name. Feeling giddy about the fact that you were going on a date on Saturday. You got up from the couch and decided to cook dinner for yourself. While you sat there eating and deciding what to wear on Saturday, Clark said something nice, but you wanted to impress him.
After dinner, you went into your closet to find something to wear. It was an hour spent trying on clothes to get something resembling a decent outfit. But it was no luck, so you decided to do it tomorrow. You were going to shop for something to wear for this date. Hopefully, it will be smooth and easy.
Friday: Day Five
You woke up on Friday morning with a mission to get something nice and cute. And have it today. You turned over in your bed and reached for your phone to look for the time. It was 10:06 in the morning. Early enough in the day to decide where to buy your date outfit.
It has truly sunk in that you're going on a date with Clark. Your plan is going faster than you thought, as you have plans for how you're going to get with people before. But they have never worked this well. As they go through a failed relationship, you get to know them, and they aren't the person you made up in your mind. Or nowhere at all. But with Clark, even with the tiny pieces he had given you. You could tell that he was a caring man, and he was attractive to you. But you hope that, instead of your last relationships, you can gain a partner with whom you can grow your life. So you pray this isn't the first and last date.
You went through your daily routine in the morning. Made sure to check the weather and dress appropriately for the day. But you left, you made sure to check your email to see if you had gotten anything from any of your students. And like that, you were off for the day.
Since you've only been here for so long and barely know your way around Metropolis. You sat on your phone, scrolling through where to go, finally deciding on going to the mall, and if not there, just small boutiques. Your goal was to find something cute and elegant. You were pushing your friends' rebuttal of something sexy in the back of your mind. But if you could get more dates after this one. You might keep it as a rain-check.
Walking into the mall was overwhelming because it was one of the city's larger malls. But you wanted as much variety as possible. Searching through each store, you found little things, but nothing that made you want to buy. Snapping photos here and there to your friends in Gotham for input. But so far, it was a bust at that moment.
You continued working through aisles of clothing, hoping to find something decent. You made it to the last store with little hope, as you have yet to find anything. But you saw what you needed to see as soon as you walked in as your savior. As you just found clothes left and right that you wanted to wear. You tried on a few things and snapped some pictures to send to your friends. And then picked the outfit that just stood out to you.
After you bought the outfit, you decided to browse the mall for a little bit before you left. It was late in the afternoon when you got back to your apartment. You decided to search your closet for accessories to wear with your outfit to pass the time.
You startled yourself and bumped your head on the large jewelry stand when your phone started to ring. You turned towards your bed and saw that Clark was calling you. You don't expect to talk to home until your date tomorrow. But you welcomed the surprise nonetheless.
"Hi, Clark."
"Hey, I got a question for you," Clark said.
You gave the go-ahead with the question as you sat on your bed. "Sure, go ahead."
"I have no idea what to wear, and it's actually stressing me." Clark exasperated.
You giggled as you imagined Clark zipping through his apartment, looking for something. It was a cute image, as if he were just as nervous as you are.
"So I'm asking what color you're wearing tomorrow." You tilted your head. "So I can at least put something together."
You smiled lightly at the thought of both of you matching tomorrow. "I don't know if you would have this specific color in your closet."
"Hit me."
"Red wine." You had to hold in your laugh as Clark sighed on the other end.
"That might be a problem." You lay down on your bed as you listened to him. "If I look around, I could find something."
"Maybe you should send me a photo of your outfit," Clark suggested.
"If I didn't know any better, I think you were just trying to see my outfit, Mr.Kent."
"What? I'm just trying to get a visualization." Clark chuckled lightly.
"If I send it, I have to see yours." You looked up at your ceiling. "It's only fair."
"Okay, send it."
"Okay." You got up as you changed the phone to speaker. And got your dress from the bag and sat it on your bed. You took a quick picture before sending it. "I sent it to you."
"Hold on." You heard background shuffling before hearing a light gasp. "That's beautiful, as I bet it looks even more beautiful on you."
You smiled as your face heated up from the compliment. "Thank you, Clark."
"I can't wait to see you tomorrow in that," Clark said as his voice dropped an octave.
You had to hold your breath at very subtle flirting. You can't believe that Clark is flirting with you. There is a lot more to him than he lets on to you. These past two conversations have shown a smoother side than the awkward persona he put on when you two first met. It makes you excited for this date tomorrow.
"Now, Clark, you can't just say that to me and expect me to be okay." You laughed lightly.
"Did I lay it on too heavy?" Clark's tone turned unsure.
"No, you did just enough for me." Clark hummed over the phone at your sentence. "It actually made me feel more confident about tomorrow."
"I'm glad I could do that."
There was a silence, but not an awkward silence, you get when two people have nothing more to talk about. A silence you have when there is tension just lightly buzzing in the air. You bit your lip at Clark's light breathing as you tried to wrap your mind around what to say, but Clark was the first one to break the silence.
"I booked a reservation for a restaurant for us tomorrow evening. Send me your address, as I'm going to be there around five."
"Oh, I thought I didn't get to know anything about this date." You mischievously added.
"That's all you get to know." Clark laughed as you begged for more details.
"Please let me know more." You exclaimed. "I'm dying to know."
"I just want you to be surprised. You will like what I planned."
"Very confident response." You hummed. "How will you know?"
"I just know."
"You know, Clark, I liked this new side of you that you're showing." You said. "Is there any more to you?"
"I don't know, anything more you would like to know?" Clark retaliated.
"I don't know, surprise me tomorrow." You said lightly.
"I'll keep that in mind," Clark added as a final note to the convo. "I'll be there around 5 to get you."
"Okay, I'll make sure to be ready." You smiled before saying your next words. "See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow, love."
And he hung up again before you could ask him about the petname. You let your phone slip from your hand as you stared at the ceiling. You propped yourself on your elbows, looking back at your closet to finish your task.
You eventually wound down later that evening, after you took your shower. You heard your phone buzz as you were doing your nightly skincare routine. You picked up the phone and checked the notification.
As soon as you opened it, you saw that Clark had sent you his outfit with a caption that he didn't forget. And your eyes widened slightly as his outfit looked simple but very put-together. You couldn't wait to see him in that. You quickly texted a response.
You finished your skincare and made your way to your bed. After you settled, you thought about tomorrow and what it can bring.
π¨πππππβπ ππππ: This is probably my longest chapter yet. I got carried away a little bit. I'm posting this while on my lunch break.
πͺπππππππ πΎπππππππ: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference
Wednesdays are a signal that it's almost the end of the week. It also signals that you've spent nearly a week in Metropolis. And so far, you have gathered that Metropolis is a different breed regarding heroes and villains. You have seen things living in Gotham. Just a couple of months ago, there was that Riddler villain and the flooding of downtown Gotham. And then your hero is essentially a big bat that people feared.
Compare that with Metropolis, where there are more interdimensional beings. And in general, way more shit than a human mind can comprehend. Paired with a very hot superhero. And you're not saying that because you like to look at attractive men. What Superman does is appealing and very noble. We will pretend that when he first debuted, you didn't buy a magazine with all his photos to look at like a fangirl. And that was only three years ago. But you still look back at those moments of weakness, and wince at them.
On another note, it's halfway through Wednesday, and Clark hasn't texted yet. Granted, you could text first if you're that anxious. But the nerve of it was too much. You shouldn't rush. You exchanged numbers yesterday, so what's the hurry? What is the hurry is the phrase you repeat to yourself. You don't know. Clark has taken over your mind like an infestation. You've only known him for two days. But what he has shown you so far is that he is open but guarded. It is as if he knows something nobody else knows, and he is such an interesting and cute man.
Okay, you are bored. You're so bored that you have drifting thoughts about your new crush. But you know why you are jaded right now. No one ever warns you about how uneventful office hours can be without students. You think there would be more students in your office. Considering one: it's the middle of the semester. And two: they have a new professor because their old professor got into legal trouble. But in reality, it's not that. You need something to happen right now before you die of boredom.
You sighed in the office air before your phone vibrated on your desk. You quickly picked up your phone to check who it was. You smiled at the screen as you read the text.
βHey, it's Clark. I'm so sorry I texted way later than expected. I needed to do something. But are you busy at the moment? I'm on a break right now. So would you like to get some food?'
You reread the text twice before your eyes widened. Well, you ask, and you shall receive. You quickly typed out a message that you would love to meet him and to send the address.
You looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 1 pm, and your next class wasn't until 4, so you could make it there and back.
You quickly gathered everything you needed in your purse. You put a sign on your door and email, in case any student decides to show up. And off you were to the heart of Metropolis.
You're walking through the crowded streets, saying small apologies as you bump into some people, and walking to your destination. You should have parked your car closer, but finding a spot was already hard enough. You looked down at your phone as it said you were at your destination. It was a small but busy, cute mom-and-pop shop. You walked inside and looked around to find Clark. You saw him sitting in the corner next to the window.
"Hey, Clark," you said.
It was hard to control your laughter when you saw him get up abruptly to greet you, quickly moving to pull your seat out. You muttered a small thanks as you sat down.
"How are you?" Clark asked as he pushed a menu in your direction.
"It was boring at my job today, to say the least, until you texted me." You smiled while looking into his eyes.
Clark tilted his head and hummed slightly. And you think you were imagining it. But a slight, faint blush spread across his cheeks. "I never asked yet, but what do you do for a living?"
You were about to answer his question before you were interrupted.
"Howdy folks, I'm the owner of the establishment. What can I get you today?" The man said.
"Do you have any sweet tea?" You looked from the menu to the owner, who nodded as he wrote it down.
"Would you please bring me some coffee, black, and water?" He looked up from the menu as you said his name.
"Coffee at this time of day?" You shook your head in disbelief.
"What? I have multiple articles, so I'm pulling a long shift."
"You are a working man, Clark."
"Don't I know it." He sighed as he set the menu down.
"Are you two ready to order? We have a special that I specially named after Superman."
"A Superman special?" You asked in curiosity.
"Yeah, just a few weeks back, he saved my daughter and the shop for a week. I'm thankful for him, so I made this special." He said as he pointed towards the item.
You didn't notice that Clark was closing his eyes and wincing at the mention. But you were too busy focusing on the owner to notice, not sensing his discomfort. You two eventually settled on what you wanted to order. And you thanked the owner when he brought back the drinks.
"I'm a professor at Metropolis University to answer your earlier question." You tapped your fingers on the table.
"Oh? I went there." He laughed lightly as you stopped your tapping and gasped.
"I think I've seen photos of you on the football team. I didn't know you were the jock type."
"They still have those photos up? I graduated eight years ago." He made a face in horror. "I played football since middle school."
"You're old." You laughed as he made a face of confusion.
"I'm only 30, how old are you?"
You sighed as you flipped your hair. "I'm 28, if you want to know."
"You're going to hold those two years above my head, aren't you?" He pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"No, but maybe." You said in a singsong voice.
"What do you teach there?" His eyes focused back on you.
"I teach Criminology and Forensics."
"That's a hard area. I've interviewed people with that background," Clark said. "I know you just moved here, so where else did you teach?"
"I worked at Gotham University before this." You saw him raise his eyebrows slightly.
"Gotham University has great programs and a prestigious heritage with great minds." He leaned in to whisper. "But why Gotham?"
"I was interning with a professor at the time. She was recruited to help with their Criminology and Criminal Justice program." You almost slipped up in your explanation as you saw Clark focusing intently on what you were saying. "She took me along with her, and I ended up getting offered a full-time professor position."
"That sounds great. I know you've helped many students while you were there." He looked back at the menu.
"Yeah, they were great people." You hummed. "I loved where I work, but not so much the conditions."
"I vaguely remember news and your dad ranting about your advocacy while you were there."
You winced as he mentioned that. "Yeah, but I'm not ashamed of what I did. I always strived for the University to be better."
"You shouldn't, it shows that you care, I find that admirable." He smiled sweetly at you.
You felt a warm tingling feeling all over your body at his words. You could jump across this table right now and kiss him. The more time you spend with him, the bigger your heart becomes.
"Thank you for that. Most people don't see it that way." You swirled the straw in your tea.
"Who cares what others think? The people who see the good will know that."
This conversation will be marked as when you wanted Clark to become your man. Like, how is he single? Or if he's even single? Your thoughts travelled to you, trying to plot on a committed man. But he wouldn't ask a woman to an outing? But it could be platonically? Okay, so let's not friendzone yourself. You figure out a way to ask if he's single or not.
You focused on the conversation as you fell back in rhythm with him. Your food finally came out. You exchanged work stories, shared childhood memories, and discussed little quirks about yourselves. It was easy to talk to him.
"You don't mind me asking, and I mean no offense by this." He asked cautiously. "But how is it having Perry White as your dad?"
You laughed sharply at his question. "He might seem like a hard man, but he's always cared for me and my mother. He's like a mother hen."
Clark smiled at your laugh while the owner came back into view.
"Hello, so would this be one or two checks?"
"It can be two checks." You made a two-handed gesture before grabbing your purse to look for your wallet.
"It can be one."
You paused and looked up at Clark, who had told the owner he would pay for it. "Clark, you don't have to do that."
"It's alright; I want to." Once he had returned the cheque, Clark thanked the owner. You watched as he inserted his card.
"Thank you."
Clark waved his hand in a gesture. "It's no problem, I'm the one who asked you to come anyway."
You two thanked the owner when he returned with the cheque, and you made sure to leave a tip for him before leaving. You said thank you as Clark held the door for you.
You walked down the busy street together. Clark stayed close to you to make sure no one bumped into you. You're practically shoulder to shoulder, well, shoulder to arm. But you could smell his cologne. It just smelled warm like vanilla and ginger.
"I had a great time with you today." He said in the noise.
"I enjoyed it too." You looked absently at the people and street around you.
"We should do it sometime again." He voiced.
You paused lightly as you looked up from the street and at him. You noticed that you're standing in front of the Daily Planet. "You want that?"
Clark laughed, as if it were an oblivious answer. "Yeah, I want to." He paused as he looked back at the building, then to you. "I'll call you later, if you want that? I like that better than texting."
"I'm okay with calls. Can we set it up then?" You looked at your phone to see the time.
"Yeah, I'm fine with that." He tilted his head at you before he smiled. "I'll see you."
"Bye, Clark. You make sure you call me this time," you said as Clark walked towards the building. You heard his laugh before his faint 'I will' was heard.
You returned to your car and rechecked the time, seeing that it was almost 3:10. You had some time to spare before class, so you hurried back to the University. You made sure you had the materials you needed before walking to your class. You greeted all your students who came in and began your lesson.
"So just like we went over in our class on Monday. We will be going over theories of crimes and different perspectives of how a criminal operates." You clicked on your computer for the slideshow. Then, you moved onto the whiteboard to write things.
"Professor White, I think you should look at this." One of your students beckoned you to come.
"What is it?" You went over and looked at his phone. It was a video of a man talking about dropping a biological weapon on Metropolis University. As a campaign for the mark of humankind to change. Saying that they were people already in the building. And just like that, the alarms started to go off.
You looked at the door before quickly making your way to try to block it. A few students got up to help you, but it was too late as someone flung the door open and pointed a gun at your head.
"If you know what's good for you, you will move." The masked man said
You swallowed your quick defiance and told the students to stay close to you. Then, silently, you watched the man make it to the front of the classroom.
"This will be easy if you make it easy. You will move out of this classroom and follow my instructions."
You looked at your students before you looked back at the masked man. You nodded at them to move with him in front of you. There were already some students and professors in the hallway. You saw the masked man was taking you to the basement. You could hear a small group of students huddled around a phone talking about Superman, who was fighting. You will never know why some people choose to livestream as dangerous shit is happening in front of them.
But you focus back on the basement they were leading you to. "You will stay here and will not make a noise. I will not hesitate to kill any of you." He walked around the cramped room where you were stored, locking the door.
"I can pick a lock." Someone said in the crowd. You could hear a hush before there was silence again. You could only hear the faint noise of someone watching the live stream from their phone. And it was like that for an hour and a half before someone said he was coming here.
The door quickly opened as the man from the video scanned the room. You were in the front, silently cursing as he made eye contact. You were dragged by the ankle out of the room into the open space of the basement. Some of the students are trying to grab onto you, but fail. You try to wrestle out of his arms as he makes you stand.
"You won't be able to do anything without hurting civilians." He said it out in the open air.
Your eyes widened as you felt a gush of air, and Superman was right before you. "You will let her go."
"You couldn't just let change me, humanity, we can do much better than our current selves, like I did for me."
He pulled out a syringe, and you quickly shook your head, muttering no. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you must be my first test subject." You try to wrangle his arms again. "Hold still."
You quickly thought of what your military uncle taught you. You kicked your leg back in between his legs, swiping one of them and sending you both to the ground. He barely missed your neck with the needle as you rolled out of the way.
"No, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this, you ruined it." You watched as Superman approached him. The man tries to dodge him and punch him. But Superman quickly moves, restraining his body to the ground. You watched as the police descended the stairs, taking the man in custody.
You watched as Superman came to help you. "Are you okay, ma'am?"
You dusted your body as he pulled you up. You looked up at Superman. "Yes, I'm alright." You winced as you fully got to your feet.
"You're okay to walk? I can carry you." You were going to be stubborn, but he is helping, so you might as well take it.
"I think I need help." You had to contain your voice when he swiped you in his arms. You heard the students passing by you, being guided by the officers, uttering oohs and aahs
You grabbed him lightly as he started to move up the stairs. And you sighed, thinking that this quick week had just turned into a long one.
π¨πππππβπ ππππ: I did not expect the first chapter to blow up like it did, but I genuinely appreciate the support. I will keep the chapters coming. And I'm going to create a post that will be a series masterlist, so check it out!
I'm also doing a taglist, so if you want to be a part of that. Just let me know!
πͺπππππππ πΎπππππππ: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference
You nervously stood outside the Daily Planet's grand building, gripping the container bag. After your classes, you helped students during office hours. You returned to your apartment and went straight to your kitchen drawers. You flipped through your written recipes, looking at recipes online to make for Clark. You eventually became frustrated and decided to create something based on what you saw and your imagination.
You spent the next four hours in your cramped kitchen baking for a stranger. Like, really to impress a stranger. A fine one at that. Here are some baked goods, so how about a date with me? Yeah, no. You will drop these in his hand and see where it goes. Go with the flow if your mind and body allow that. You packed everything you baked and out the door you were.
So now you are here, deciding if you should just say fuck it and leave. It's just food; you don't know why you are making a big deal about this. But you want to leave an impression on Clark, a good one at that. You took a deep breath and walked into the building. The elevator doors opened to the top floor. As they opened, you almost bumped into a person. Apologized as you moved out of the elevator. You only had so much time to mentally gather before Jimmy called you.
"You didn't." Jimmy approached you with a warm smile. "What are they this time?"
You smiled back at him. "I might have done something." You handed the two large containers to him, keeping the smaller one in your bag. "It's brown sugar cookies and peanut butter, no baked cookies in the top one. And blueberry brown sugar muffins with a crumble in the bottom container."
"I tried to have a theme going, and brown sugar was the pick." You smiled as Jimmy made an excited noise.
"I love it when you have a theme," Jimmy called out as he ran to one of the break rooms with you laughing at his antics.
Your body tensed as you felt a presence at your back. "I get to try some sooner than I thought." Clark laughed lightly from behind you.
You turned around, startled at the voice. You clutched the bag tighter to your body. "Oh, I didn't see you, Clark." You smiled lightly. "I hope you like it."
"I have no doubt, since everyone in the office talks highly of your baking."
You felt your face heat at the compliment from him. Gotta say something instead of staring at him like deer in headlights. You could give him the container now; this is a good time. But before you could even get the words out. Lois called out Clark's name.
"Excuse me." He smiled before leaving you alone.
Yeah, you should've abandoned this plan. You felt all your earlier confidence melt from your body. Staring back at your dad's office. You sighed in relief that he left early today, so you don't have to worry about that. But now your problem is that you have to approach Clark in a non-awkward way. 'Like, hey, here are some cupcakes for you.' Easy right? Well, easier said than done.
You stood there awkwardly before deciding to move to Clark and Lois. You coughed before speaking. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?"
Lois and Clark looked up from the papers on the desk and in Clark's hand. Lois smiled at you. "No, we're just reviewing an article."
Okay, girl, this is the moment, take it. You smiled at Clark. "I made something just for you since you've never had any of my baking before."
Clark went wide-eyed before quickly setting the papers down on the desk. "For me?"
You nodded your head before taking the container out of the bag. "I probably should've asked if you had any allergies."
"No, I don't have any." He took the container from your hands. He examined that box. "What are they?"
"Bourbon brown sugar cupcakes with cream cheese icing. With caramel drizzle topped with shredded coconut." You rambled as you counted it on your fingers.
"Oh wow, that is a lot to do just for me," Clark said as he opened the container.
You frowned a little, unsure of your actions. "You don't like it. Is it too much?"
Clark raised his hand that wasn't occupied. Waving it back and forth in a reassuring gesture. "No, I love it."
Lois gave a knowing look to you. Looking between the two of you. "It's cute to see you two so awkward."
You and Clark laughed lightly before you leaned closer to whisper to him. "Make sure to hide them from Jimmy, or they will be gone."
Clark made a soft expression as he studied your face. "I'll make sure to keep them close to me."
You felt your whole body relax, knowing that he appreciated what you did for him. That was a success for the book. Now, you must wait to see if Clark will make a move in return. You saw his expression change from soft to a peaceful smile. Did you imagine that moment, or did he do that?
"Thank you for this," Clark said as he placed the container on his desk.
"It's not a problem."
You can move on with your day now that you've done that. It's only 4 pm. You could go grocery shopping. Since you almost cleared out your kitchen trying to bake.
You try not to focus on the fact that Clark's focus is still zeroed on you even as you say your goodbyes.
"I'll see you two later, and next time I see you, Clark, you'll tell me how those cupcakes tasted?" You smiled as he nodded lightly.
"I will."
You walk back to the elevator, not missing Jimmy's return, with his mouth full, saying how good it was. You shook your head, laughing, and waving to him before the elevators closed.
Knowing that Clark liked what you did, you had a pep in your step. You made a quick detour to the small antique shop you went to when you visited Metropolis. You browsed through trying to find replacements for your previous glassware. You found a green set that fit perfectly in your apartment.
You got back in your car, checking the time. You should get to the grocery store before it gets too late. You found your way to the store. Grabbing the cart where you browned the aisles. Still with that excited, giddy high from earlier.
You should get your essentials first and then splurge on yourself. You were so in your little world, thinking of items to buy. You didn't even notice the person in front of you.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You apologized quickly, not even noticing who it was.
"It's quite all right."
You paused as you recognized the familiar deep voice. Finally, you looked at the person. Your eyes widened at Clark standing in front of you with a warm smile and a basket in hand, as if you hadn't just hit him with a cart.
"Clark! What a surprise to see you here." You gripped the cart handle to control your posture. "I'm sorry for the cart, I wasn't paying attention."
Calrk tilted his head at you. "You don't have to apologize, it's fine."
There was a small beat of awkwardness between you before he spoke again, filling the quiet aisle. "I ate one of your cupcakes. I can see why Jimmy hid all the others away."
Your face lit up at his words, and warmth spread throughout your body. Here comes that giddy schoolgirl crush feeling. "Really? You liked it?"
Clark formed a small smile at your expression. "Yeah, it was really good."
"I'm so glad you did; I made something new."
"Oh? You are an excellent baker because those cupcakes were good for your first time." Clark complimented. "Maybe you can teach me some of your recipes.
Did you hear that right? He wanted you to teach him your recipes. Okay, let's not get delusional. But that means something, right? "Maybe I can teach you a thing or two."
He smiled again at you before he looked at your cart. "You don't mind if I shop with you?"
"Oh no, I don't mind at all."
Clark is a charming and very funny person. He made your usual dreadful grocery shopping experience happy. You even saw a little of his life with what he picked up to buy. He even taught you some things you've never known before. Even in your short time talking to him, you've noticed a little quirk about him: his accent. He adopted a Metropolis accent well. But some words he would say had a country twang to them. You found it cute.
You both made it to the front of the grocery store, where you both paid for your items. Clark insisted that he carried your bags. You only opened your car door for him to put your bags in the backseat. You closed the door and turned back around.
Clark spoke before you could. "I was wondering if I could have your phone number? It's fine if you don't want to."
You could do cartwheels right now. Maybe your mom was right about the best way to a man's heart was his stomach. You'll have Clark's phone number. This worked faster than you thought. "I would love to." You pulled out your phone so he could type on it.
You type a message so he has your phone number, too. "There you go."
You can tell he was going to say something. Before he stilled his movements as if he heard something.
"I have to go, but I'll text you later." Clark smiled brightly before he started to walk away. "Bye, Y'N."
"Bye, Clark." You watched as his tall frame walked away from you. You sighed as you got in your car and drove back to your apartment.
You gather all your things and trek up the stairs to your apartment. You open your door and place your stuff on the kitchen counter. You make a slight noise of excitement as you recount your day. You have his phone number. But what can you two talk about? What can you say to avoid coming across as dull or dry? But that's for the future you to worry about. You have his phone number.
You put all your groceries away before you sat down on your couch and turned on the TV. They were talking about Superman again; he defeated a villain and saved civilians like clockwork.
You got comfortable on your couch, thinking you should call your best friend about this. You grabbed your phone from your back pocket and searched for the contact. This could be the start of something good. Something new and exciting is happening in this chapter of your life.
π¨πππππβπ ππππ: Honestly I was just inspired by seeing the most beautiful black woman in one of the scenes so I had to make this. This is based off of a test screening of the movie where they were going to have title cards for days of the week but was scrapped.
This was cooking for a minute, but I finally did it. This is my first published fic on tumblr so please be nice.
I have songs that inspired these chapters. Iβll probably make a playlist eventually, but Iβm lazy.
πΊππππππ: You are a professor from Gotham who moved to Metropolis to calm your worried father. You didnβt expect your manifesting to not only make Clark fall in love but also for Superman to work.
πͺπππππππ πΎπππππππ: 18+, Black Reader, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, She fell first but he fell harder trope, Clark is so down bad, Smut, Soft Dom! Clark, PIV Sex, Oral, Use of Powers, Height Difference (Ever since I found out how tall David was)
Your day could not start worse than this. You wish you could go back to sleep and start over. As the rain pelted down, you sat in your car, recounting this hellish day and the weekend. You finally gave in to your fatherβs advice and moved to Metropolis. His constant worries about your advocacy for Gotham University have made you a topic of conversation, especially since you have started discussing corrupt politicians.
As a professor, you care about your studentsβ education and job security. If speaking out gets you that, you will do it. You eventually agreed with your father because you did need a change of scenery. Gotham was always dark, with high crime ratesβwhere you always had to be on your toes. And that gets tiring.
But move-in day was a wreck, as the movers broke some of your glassware. You were less worried, as the glassware you thrifted was not expensive. You were just glad you stored all your other valuables in your car. But the movers sucked, as you had so many marks and scrapes. You spent all night trying to get it out or disguise yourself.
You woke up later than your alarm, so you scrambled to find your outfit and look presentable to your new students. Only operating off coffee, you walked outside without looking at the weather. You immediately got wet as rain poured down on you. So you rushed back into your apartment, checking your hair first, as you had spent too much money on it to let it get ruined.
You navigated your way through the downtown of Metropolis, cursing silently, for your need to live on the outskirts of the town, as traffic was at a standstill. You just silently hoped you werenβt late for your first class. But you made it with five minutes to spare.
At least the students in your classes were lovely and friendly, which made the day less horrible. But now youβre sitting in your car, debating whether you should surprise your dad at the Daily Planet. You just needed a break from this stressful day.
You drove down to the Daily Planet building, greeted the receptionist, who already knew who you were, and took the elevator to the top floor. Even at 6 p.m., you were greeted with a flurry of busybodies. You made a beeline for your dadβs office. But slowed your steps when you saw the cutest guy hunched over a desk as other reporters talked to him. Granted, you did not often come to the Daily Planet when you lived in Gotham. But you wouldβve noticed a man like that.
βLook what the cat dragged in, Y/N How are you?β Steve asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
You slowly made eye contact before dropping your eyes to his arm. You gently took his arm off. βIβm doing just fine.β As you moved to gain more space.
You heard of flurries of your name as Jimmy and Lois stepped away from the handsome manβs desk. βHey guys, itβs been a while.β You said to the newly found group around you.
βHow long are you here before you go back to Gotham?β Lois asked as you shook your head in disagreement.
βWell, actually, I just moved from Gotham to here,β you laughed, as Lois gasped, grabbing your hand.
βWe have to hang out soon.β She grabbed her phone from her pocket, tapping on it in excitement.
Jimmy shouted the handsome manβs name. βClark, come meet Ms. White.β You had to hold your amazement as he walked towards you. His tall frame takes up space.
βNice to meet you.β He held out his hand for you to shake. His voice was soft, and he gave off a shy demeanor. You always like shy men. βItβs good to finally put a face to all the pictures in Mr. Whiteβs office.β
You laughed lightly at his comment. βLovely to meet you.β You took his hand, shaking it. βAnd Iβm glad you were able to.β You held eye contact with him as you studied his face. But look away when he flashed a bright smile at you as if he knew you were checking him out.
βNow, why are you all gathering around her like that? Move.β Your father left his office to stare at the group from the door. βClark, you better not be making moves with my daughter.β Your father walked closer to your group.
Clark moved his hand before he coughed and moved up his glasses. βOh, I wasnβt, sir.β He moved out of the way as your dad approached you.
βHey, baby,β He whispered, opening his arms wide for you. You wrapped your arms around him for comfort.
βHey, Dad.β You sighed in comfort. βI hope you havenβt been terrorizing these people lately.β You whispered to him.
βOh, please, Iβve been good.β He laughed lightly. βNow what is the pleasure of this visit?β
βOh, I canβt just visit my dad,β you said as you let him lead you to his office. You glanced back at Clark, who was already looking at you. You quickly turned your head back in front of you.
He looked at you before he sat down at his desk. βLetβs be honest. I know you are very accustomed to Gotham, but this will be a nice change.β
You sighed as you sat across from him. βI know, but Metropolis is very different and as safe as it can be, even as interdimensional beings roam.β
You looked out the large glass window. βA part of me loved Gotham, even though it was a living hell sometimes. My job made it enjoyable.β
Your dad studied you for a moment before speaking. βIβm sure you can find something that grabs your attention until youβre comfortable here.β
βI hope so, as you will be the one to hear from me, as you dragged me here by my arms.β You rolled your eyes lightly.
βGirl, I hardly did anything to make you come.β
You gave him a deadpan look, but youβre not about to beat the dead horse. So instead, you smiled lightly as you stood back up. βIβll see you later this week for dinner?β Your dad nodded his head in agreement as he waved goodbye.
βIβll call you.β
You walked back into the open space as you heard your name being called. βSince youβre here permanently, you must make some of your famous baked goods.β Jimmy looked at you expectantly.
You tapped your chin in fake thinking. βShould I?β You laughed as you heard pleas. βFine, since you asked so nicely.β
You had to hold back your laugh as Clark raised his hand in the air lightly. βWhat do these baked goods consist of?β
You opened your mouth as Jimmy butted in first. βOnly the best thing I tasted, everything you make is good.β
Lois nodded in agreement. βYeah, I look forward to them every time.β
You waved your hands bashfully at the compliments. βItβs just something simple, Iβll make sure you get some Clark.β He smiled lightly at your admission.
Why does his smile keep stunning you in your spot? You focus back on the group again. βIβll see you all later with something sweet in my hands.β You waved your hand as you walked back to the elevator.
You made your way out of the lobby and back to your car. You sat there, thinking your little crush could occupy your mind as you navigated this new city.
You eventually returned to your apartment, putting your keys in the little bowl. You slipped off your shoes as you went to the living room, turning on the TV.
They were discussing Superman as he had landed in some conversational waters with international affairs. You tilted your head at the screen at the images they showed of him. You plopped down on the couch, grabbed your phone, and did mindless scrolling until you came across the comments of people tearing Superman apart. βSupershit is kinda funny though, I will not lie.β
You tossed your phone on the couch and wondered what to eat as you went to the kitchen. Your mind reeled back the handsome reporter earlier. You felt butterflies, which is crazy because you barely know him. You felt like a high school student with a crush, and all it took was a few words and a smile on his end. But you could bake your way into his life. Itβs delusional, but it could work. There is Nothing wrong with a bit of manifesting and a push.
What is the worst that could happen? Maybe he is interested, too. But if he isnβt, that will be devastating. You sat here on Monday night, plotting how to get a date. Maybe you could bake something and bring it tomorrow. As Tuesdays were one of those days, you didnβt have many classes to teach.
You just needed to find the right recipe and give it to him. Nothing to stress about, right? You just had to think on the bright side, even though you are a chronic stresser and tend to overthink things. But this can be simple. Just donβt put too much thought into it. But what if Clark found it weird that you made something just for him? And you barely know him. What if he doesnβt like it?
You shook your head as you stopped your busier thoughts. Itβs just baking; youβre bringing something for the office. Letβs go with that. Just hand it to him and make up a reason why he got something different. Donβt make it awkward and weird.
You continued to chant that to yourself as you made dinner and got ready for bed, trying to hype yourself up for tomorrow as you are figuratively about to offer yourself on a silver platter in the form of baked goods.
A Crash Course to Kendrick's Super Bowl Performance, from a Black Woman
Note: this does NOT go in depth into all of the song's lyrics. I don't have time to recount two decades of his discography. This is just a summary of the performance itself.
Let's start with the first visual we get:
UNCLE SAM - most notably recognized from WWII American wartime propaganda, Uncle Sam is the personification of American patriotism and freedom. The term "uncle" is also evocative of Uncle Tom from Uncle Tom's Cabin, an abolitionist book that aided in inciting the Civil War. Uncle is also a very common term (both endearment and derogatory) towards Black men (eg. "unc"). Samuel L Jackson was fantastic.
Uncle Sam also resembles a circus ringleader, notable for my next point:
THE GREAT AMERICAN GAME - no, not Super Bowl. The GAG is us the people being pitted against each other: through late-stage capitalism, through the culture war, through class warfare, through being built of the backs of slaves. We are all players in the GAG because none of us on this site were the oligarchs seated at the inauguration.
This is also seen as Kendrick's stage was a Play Station controller. Not only did it remind of circus rings visually, but it was a game battle stage. The Great American Game is a battle royale of the commoners for the amusement of the rich whites.
Remember the foods / Them color was tin and brown / But now they 100 and blue - For this I'll just say, look what the last election said about lowering the price of eggs... and look at the prices now.
The revolution about to be televised / You picked the right time / But the wrong guy - Election 2024 once more.
THE FLAG DANCERS - yes, the dancers formed the US flag... off of the backs of Black people. Not a single white person in sight, and that's true of the cotton pickers in the fields. Plantations are part of how the US came to economic prominence after being a "backwater" colony. Remember tobacco? Cotton? Our bloodlines do.
The red and blue dancers are also notable for representing the Crips and Bloods, two infamous street gangs. The dance in Not Like Us is the Crip Walk. I recommend researching more on your own time about them, but just know they are a large part of the stereotype of Black people being "ghetto."
TOO LOUD, TOO RECKLESS, TOO GHETTO. Do you really know how to play the game? - This is exactly what Black people, especially Black men, get told all the time. It's why we change our names on resumes if they sound "too Black." It's why we codeswitch in non-Black company. This is especially rich considering how non-Black people love our culture and love to make money off of us, as the latter part of the quote points to. And it's even more profound during the Super Bowl-- the NFL is majority Black players.
STREET LIGHT A CAPELLA -- "thug" stereotype dancers to counteract the a capella connotations, with Uncle Sam then saying that Kendrick figured out "bringing other street guys around being a culture cheat code." Yes, this is a direct hit at Drake (listen to "Not Like Us") but also politically. Look up "model minority". Notably I would point to Candace Owens, or the Miami Venezuelan political group that's been in the news recently, especially as this directly led to Kendrick being surrounded by...
DANCERS IN WHITE -- it's white America. That's... that's the allegory.
NOT LIKE US TEASER -- Kendrick says "Not Like Us" is "their favorite song." -> he means white people specifically here. It comes after he's surrounded by all white dancers, the women around him who are his call and response are also in white (my opinion, they represent the industry). He's saying "Not Like Us" is the favorite of yts because it is about BLACK MEN FIGHTING. This again is reflected in the video game stage and ringleader Uncle Sam.
SZA -- instead of giving what they want, we see SZA. She's one of Drake's exes and Kendrick has always supported her.
ALL THE STARS -- This was in the first Black Panther movie, which I recommend you watch. Rest in Power Chadwick. Notably, this movie was incredibly mainstream as a major Marvel movie, and then we have Uncle Sam say...
"THAT'S WHAT AMERICA WANTS: NICE AND CALM. DON'T MESS THIS UP" -- translation: Marvel (the industry, America, etc.) wanted a safe, semi-pop song because white American likes safe pop songs, not Kendrick's usual heavy rap style about his life as a Black man! Don't mess up what you've got going mainstream for having this "Black rap feud" with Drake, who is an R&B model minority to white people because he's safe.
So what does Kendrick say?
IT'S A CULTURAL DIVIDE / IMMA GET IT ON THE FLOOR -- He was warned not to be political or apologetically Black for this Super Bowl performance, but he is using this big stage opportunity to speak out.
40 ACRES AND A MULE / THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE MUSIC -- 40 acres and a mule are what the freed slaves were promised. Instead, this land went to white sharecroppers. Research Jim Crow laws.
THEY TRIED TO RIG THE GAME / BUT YOU CAN'T FAKE INFLUENCE -- rig the election, rig the industry like with model minority Drake, rig the Great American Game with culture war to distract from active class warfare.
NOT LIKE US -- the only thing I'll mention because it made me holler is Serena Williams crip walking on Drake's metaphorical grave. She's another one of his exes.
TURN THE TV OFF -- exactly like he said! The TV is a distraction, the Super Bowl is a distraction, the mainstream news is often a distraction. Turn it off and get with your people!
GAME OVER β could not see this on my stream but at the end of the performance, the lights in the stadium spelled this out. The world is watching, Americaβ¦
In conclusion, Kendrick Lamar is a visionary and thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
warnings: π!!!!!, established relationship, post-daw resistance fight, the 3 bβs: blood, bruises, and baths (non-sexual bathing lmao), eventual smut, somnophilia for like .5 seconds, thigh riding, fingering (f!rec), finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, service oriented boyfie gambit <3
w/c: 5.3k!
a/n: this is literally my first ever non-kpop fic, which is crazy. idk much about gambit or his lore, but i fell in love w him in deadpool & wolverine so here i am :) if this is so totally ooc iβm very sorry, iβm only going off of what i saw in the movie! anyway, as per the end credit scene and mr. tatum, gambit is still in the void after the fight, soooβ¦.. hereβs this!
βi can walk,β you grumble, cheek bunched up against the cool leather of his coat. youβre positive you can, but still you make no effort to remove yourself from the safety of his strong arms.Β
you had been walking fine, up until the residual energy zinging through your body gave way to pure exhaustion. youβd made it halfway back to the resistance hideout in the banged up odyssey before it gave out on the two of you. whatβs left of the trek is thankfully walkable, but itβs not easy with your body as sore and aching from the fight as it is.Β
remy chuckles against the crown of your head, ducking his own lightly to press his chin to your sweaty hair.Β
βgambit knows tβat.β his grin is easy.Β
heβs hurting too; heβs equally as exhausted, but he grins and bears it and puts you first anyway. you love him.Β
βiβll get blood on your coat.βΒ
not yours, you donβt think. well, maybe a little bit of yours, but the majority of the blood staining your clothes belongs to cassandraβs gang of mutants. you fought hard. all seven of you did.Β
βgambit knows tβat too, chΓ¨re,β he says, still grinning. you want to reach up and poke your finger into the dimple in his cheek, but your arms wonβt listen. youβll settle for studying his handsome face instead, eyeing the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the tall slope of his nose. βa lilβ blood ainβt never hurt nobody.βΒ
βis that how the saying goes? i donβt think thatβs how the saying goes.β maybe heβs right thoughβ¦ youβre too tired to think too much about it, and remyβs right about a lot of things.Β
he shrugs and it jostles you, so you adjust your arms around the wide breadth of his shoulders and hold on tight.Β
as soon as the resistance hideout graces your sight, youβre nearly ready to fling yourself out of remyβs arms and run to the door using what little bit of energy you have left. it might not be much, but itβs your home here in the void, and youβre ready for the small comforts of it that you didnβt know youβd be able to come back to. the warm glow of the lamp lights, the chill of the pool water on your skin, the heady taste of remyβs ever growing collection of liquor.Β
your head lolls against his arm as his steps carry you to the door. βgod, i canβt wait to take my bra off,β you groan, and remy laughs again as he shoulders the door open.Β
βyou need any help widdat?βΒ
his mischievous gaze never wanes even when you level him with a halfhearted glare.Β
you shouldnβt need any help, but maybe youβll let him anyway.Β
thereβs a twitch at the corner of his lips as he carries you down the steps. heβs favoring his right leg, you can tell by his gait, but he hasnβt said a word about it. you know your gambit well enough to know that heβd rather take care of you first and downplay his injuries when you inevitably ask about them.Β
it doesnβt hit you until remy gently sets you down in the entryway just how quiet the hideout is with only the two of you in it. there was always some sort of noise to be heard: lauraβs heavy boots thunking on the floor, blade sharpening his weapons, the sluicing sound of elektra twirling her twin sai. now all you hear is the rhythmic dripping of the bathtub faucet and the airy shuffling of remyβs deck of cards as he takes them from his coat pocket. itβs a lot to take in at once, the silence is. the silence, and the inherent knowledge that you have no universe to return to like the others did, that remy has no universe to begin with. remy is the only thing worth living for here in the void. him and the surprisingly earnest promise wade left you with.Β Β
weβre gonna get you out of there, sweeties, you and step up just sit tight! whoever the hell is writing this hasnβt figured that part out yet, βkay? and you know what? youβre welcome. i actually know a couple of things you can do to pass the time while you wait. have either of you ever heard of smashturbaβ
remyβs gentle, gloved hands on your shoulders bring you out of your thoughts, and your head rolls back until it thunks against the bulk of his chest.Β
βlemme take dis off, chΓ¨re, how βbout tβat? gonβ draw you up a bath. get you cleaned right up.βΒ
you know you need it. itβs then that you can feel every bit of the grime from the fight: the dirt under your nails, the blood caked in your suit and on your skin, the nasty bruises that must litter your body. the exhaustion seeps forward tenfold, and you teeter on your feet. remy steadies you as always, flexing his hands on your shoulders before he unzips the back of your suit and presses a slow kiss to the nape of your neck. he gets you bare just like this - tenderly pulling your arms from the sleeves of your suit and kneeling to help untie your boots and take off your pants. your hands grip remyβs shoulders to balance yourself while you step out of them. heβs as solid and sturdy as a mountain, your gambit.Β
and he does, in fact, expertly undo the clasps on the back of your bra when heβs done, sliding the straps down your arms and giving you a playful wink as he tosses it to the side. he studies you - eyes the bruises and nicks and blood that paint your skin. he clicks his tongue and shakes his head at himself, thumb tracing the shape of a particularly nasty purple-blue bruise on the curve of your hip.Β Β
βshouldβa kept a better eye on you,β he fusses, and remy steps away for a moment to turn on the warm water in the tub. it runs brown before turning clear. he plugs the drain when the water heats to the temperature you like the best. βi knoβ you can hold your own, but tβat donβt mean i like seeinβ you hurt.βΒ
you can relate. watching remy get tackled, shot at, and thrown around wasnβt easy for you either.Β
it was a harrowing experience all together. a rag-tag team with a rag-tag plan, even though the end result turned out much better than expected. you even managed to escape alioth, which is a feat in itself. but the what ifs, the could have beens, they hit you like a ton of bricks.Β
you watch him pull off his gloves and take off his coat, but other than that, he remains completely clothed. remyβs hands are steady as they guide you into the tub. your teeth gnash when the warm water laps against the gashes that litter your torso and legs as you ease your way down. you wish he could join you, sit behind you and pull your back against his warm chest so that he could hold you like you need, but he can barely fit in the small tub by himself, much less with another person. at least heβs close, kneeling by the bathtub on his knees and watching you keenly.Β
your own knees curl to your chest as he dips a cloth in the water and rings it out before bringing it to your cheek. the first touch of the cloth on your face makes your eyes droop; heβs gentle, only applying the softest amount of pressure to scrub the drying blood off of your skin.Β
the water tinges pink when he dips the cloth back under.Β
he continues like that, pressing the wet cloth against your neck, your chest, your arms and cleaning the blood from your body. the ends of his black sleeves are soaked from the water, so you use your last remaining strength trying to push his sleeves up his muscular arms so they wonβt get wet again. he lets you fuss over him for a moment with a glint in his eyes.
βlet remy see dose hands,β he mumbles, and he hums his thanks when you present them to him. he scrubs the cloth across your palms and between your fingers, paying close attention to the tips of your fingernails to make sure heβs cleaned the dirt and blood from under them as best he can. remy is thorough; his deft fingers work wonders. his hands increase their pressure when he starts to really bathe you, lathering the cloth with a bar of soap and scrubbing you clean. he chuckles when you start to sway with his movements. βdone fell asleep on me, eh? we almost through, chΓ¨re.βΒ
βyou have magic hands,β you breathe, words slurring, and remy chuckles again. he really does, in more ways than one, whether that be the energy that thrums under his skin or the way he takes care of you.Β
βthat so?βΒ
βmm.βΒ
he thinks youβre sweet. itβs not often that he gets to see you like this; remy loves your spitfire attitude and the way you carry yourself from day to day, but here, both physically and mentally exhausted after the day you had, youβre pliant and malleable under his hands, more honest. you slump to the side of the tub so that you can rest your head against his chest plate, the beat of his heart thumping underneath it.Β
βremy,β you say. βremy.β you just want to say his name, taste it on your tongue.Β
βmon chΓ¨re.β a kiss to your shoulder, your neck, the top of your head. heβs content to let you rest there for several moments before he sits you up again and watches as your eyes struggle to stay open. βcβest tout, up we go.βΒ
when he pulls you to your feet, you cling to him like youβll disappear if you donβt. it truly feels like you might - like the world would swallow you whole if you let go, if you donβt hug him tight. if he doesnβt wrap his arms around you and hold you steady, tether you to the ground.Β
the water sloshes when he helps you step out of the tub, and it almost physically hurts when he turns away from you to grab a towel.Β
thatβs when you look down; the water is darker than you expected it would be, a debilitating pink-red color that might stain the already dingy tub if you donβt drain it soon. you shiver, slightly overwhelmed that all of that blood came off of your body. how much of it belonged to cassandraβs mutants? how much of it belonged to you? you could haveβΒ
βlook at me,β he tells you, and your gaze refocuses on him in an instance. thereβs nowhere else youβd rather look. remy unplugs the drain before you have the chance to get distracted again. βlook here. reckon itβs better to look at gambitβs handsome mug den tβat mess, huh?βΒ
that does bring a shaky smile to your lips, a small one thatβs just for him, and remy dries you off as best he can while you steadily try to wrap yourself around him again.Β
you let him play doctor when heβs done drying you off. he sits at the table while you stand between his legs to dab alcohol on your wounds and bandage them up before he helps you put on some clothes, a clean pair of underwear and one of his cropped tops that he likes so much.Β
youβre halfway asleep when he takes you in his arms once more to carry you to the skull bed. he lifts you onto the mattress with little trouble, over the massive teeth around the edges of the jaw and straight onto the pile of throw pillows. remy putters around the bed for a bit, pulling the covers over you and arranging the pillows to make you more comfortable. itβs not until your eyes droop closed that he moves to head back to the bath himself, but your arm shoots out to grab his hand before he can.Β
βmon petit chΓ¨re,β he croons, something dulcet and warm and soothing. βi need tβget down to the bath right quick.βΒ
you frown, you canβt even help it. you want him in bed, spooned right behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, you want to rest your head on his chest so that you can hear the rhythmic beat of his heart. you want him here with you, but you know heβll feel better too when he gets the dirt and grime off of his body, just like you did. you should get up and help him like he helped you, erase the bloody signs of the fight from his beautiful body as best you can, show him how much you love him, how much you cherish his presence.Β
βwhatβs tβat bobin for, huh?β remy chuckles.Β
you pout harder. βi want to help.βΒ
he leans against the massive teeth and reaches over to smooth your hair from your forehead. βwhy donβtcha stay right here and keep an eye on me? gambit need all the lookinβ after he can get.β he lifts your hand up and kisses your knuckles before you finally ease your loose grip from his fingers.Β
your eyes arenβt nearly as keen as they usually are when you watch remy take his clothes off. your blinks get slower and your eyes stay shut for longer, but you do keep your eyes on him like he asked you too. itβs the least you can do. his balaclava comes off first, then his chest plate and fitted shirt. his traps flex when he pulls the shirt over his head. if you were any less tired, youβd probably be biting your lip by now.Β
just like you figured, heβs as banged up as you are. dark bruises litter the wide expanse of his muscular back, and his front looks the same when he turns around. the next time you open your eyes after another long blink, heβs already easing himself into the bath. remy lets himself relax for a moment, and you watch as his bulky arms come up to rest against the sides of the tub, head tilting back against the lip. you stare, you canβt help it. itβs the longest you go without blinking in a while, all so you can trace the never ending curves and lines and shapes of his body.Β
βyou go any longer without blinkinβ, chΓ¨re, ya eyes gonna dry out,β he jokes, a satisfied grin growing on his handsome face.Β
βsays the preening peacock,β you mumble, and you make a spectacle of blinking your eyes rapidly. a sleepy whine works its way into your voice. βyou told me to watch! you like it. donβt even lie.βΒ
βmais oui, caught me red handed.βΒ
he doesnβt stay in for long, only long enough to relax for a few moments and clean himself off. you hope the water isnβt as dark with blood as yours was; the thought nearly makes you sick to your stomach, unable to bear the thought that remy could have been hurt worse than he was.Β
your eyes stay on him still while he towels off, while he dabs alcohol on the worst of his injuries and bandages them up. remyβs naked as a jaybird when he finally makes his way back to the bed, and you throw the blankets back so theyβll be ready for him when he climbs in. heβs still favoring that right leg; he grunts as the muscle twinges when he climbs over the set of teeth in the jaw of the bed frame. youβre immediately pulled into his strong arms, one snaking around your shoulder and the other resting over your arm where it lays against his toned stomach.Β
home at last.Β
itβs like your brain shuts off the second you come into contact with his skin again. heβs dewy and warm from the bath. you can hear the thump of his heart, his steady breathing, and your eyes nearly roll as they finally slip shut.Β
his dulcet voice is the last thing you hear before you finally succumb to your slumber, safe and sound in remyβs arms.Β
itβs sweltering.Β
the heat blankets you like a fog, wraps around you like a vine.
a blazing, orange fire, flames that lick themselves up your legs and torso. they should burn. the flames should scorch your clammy skin, and they do, until the orange of the fire makes way for dazzling purple. breathtaking, gleaming bursts of purple that embrace you like a warm hug instead.Β
youβre hardly awake, havenβt even opened your eyes yet. without the use of your eyes, your fuzzy brain works in overdrive to understand what it is that youβre feeling.Β
the feeling of heat, of unbridled pleasure.Β
your hips twitch on their own, chasing the feeling your sleep-addled body and mind suddenly crave so desperately. the noises that bubble from your throat canβt be stopped: choked whimpers, pitiful keens, airy whines. you rub against something hard, something warm, and itβs the best thing youβve ever felt. your fingers frantically search for the source of the heat, clenching and unclenching in their haste to pull it closer toward you.Β
the soft give of skin, a deep breath, a tender kiss to your sweaty hair.Β
a particularly hard snap of your hips has your eyes finally fluttering open, and the source of the heat makes itself known.
how could it be anything other than remy?Β
even with your mind hazy from sleep, you immediately feel bad for tugging on him like you were, for disturbing his much needed rest, so your fingers unclench themselves from his bicep. his heartbeat is steady; you can hear the rhythmic beating of it from where youβre resting on his chest.Β
βyou up?β he rasps. he hasnβt been up long. βyβkillinβ me dead.βΒ
how mortifying. you were rutting against him like a dog all because of something you donβt even know if you could consider a wet dream? youβre sweating, and your underwear is soaked. the shirt of his you wore to bed is so twisted and wonky from sleep that your bare breasts press against his side, but he holds you close regardless.Β
βthis is so embarrassing!β you wail, and remy chuckles.Β
βmais non.β your leg is still thrown over his thigh, so he cups you behind the knee and drags your leg up until itβs resting over his crotch. heβs hard, mouthwateringly so, leaking against the muscular ridges of his stomach all from feeling you rut against him in your sleep. his hand rubs up and down your thigh when you begin to lightly press it against the bulge of his cock. βyou can do whatever you want to remy, chΓ¨re, donβt gotta ask. done drove him out his mindβ¦βΒ Β
his lips are warm when you kiss them. your hand comes up to cup his face, his stubble scratches against your fingers. remy groans deep in his throat when your tongue licks lazily against his, and your cunt throbs in response. can he feel it with you pressed against him like this? he gives you his own answer with a flex of his thick thigh, pressing it against you harder. itβs easy to grind down on him like this, when youβre half on top of him and relaxed with sleep.Β
βyβknow, ah, if my mind serves me right, somebody told me once tβat i have magic hands.βΒ
he says it with a grin, right against the pout of your kiss swollen lips.Β
βsomebody, huh? who, some couyon?βΒ
βthe love of my life,β he says instead, green eyes earnest and soft. βlβamour de ma vie.βΒ
you canβt help but kiss him again; you put your all into it, hoping that he can feel every ounce of the adoration you have for him. heβs the love of your life too. itβs deep from the start, slow and all encompassing, and you canβt get enough of the way remy holds you close to him by your thigh and your back.Β
the heady press of his thigh against your soaked core is sorely missed when he rolls you over on the bed and throws the covers back. remy props himself on his elbow beside you, his eyes roam like youβre a feast heβs ready to devour. he doesnβt have to spread your legs, you do that yourself, unveiling the ever growing wet spot that covers the gusset of your panties.Β
βgardez donc,β remy breathes, shaking his head like he canβt believe his eyes.Β
you jolt when he thumbs the wet fabric before pulling it to the side to see you bare. you watch as he works his jaw, sitting up on your elbows to have a better look when he finally ducks down to spit onto your already soaked pussy. your head flops back onto the pillow nearly as soon as it happens. itβs too muchβ¦ the feeling, the sight of it. remyβs thick fingers spread you open, and he watches raptly as his spit seeps down the glistening skin of your cunt. he rubs you like that; two fingers dip shallowly into your hole to gather your wetness and his spit before bringing them back up to your swollen clit.Β
βoh my god, remy, fuck,β you keen, and those beautiful, green eyes bore into yours.Β
βdassβit, you jusβ lay back and let remy deal de cards, eh?βΒ
all you can do is nod.Β
his hands are magic, no oneβs ever touched you the way remy has; youβve never felt such unbridled pleasure until remy took charge of it. the two of you didnβt have the chance to do this too often, not with the others present. of course, you did find your ways. heβs taken you plenty by the fire outside, in the stone staircase at the doorway, and even on a few particularly memorable occasions, on a table in joeβs diner while you don his leather coat. a bed this big is a luxury, and you know exactly how youβre going to spend your time together until wade fulfills his promise.Β
your legs shake as remyβs fingers slip inside. his middle finger first, with the heel of his palm pressed right against the bud of your clit for that delicious stimulation he knows you need. you stretch easily for him, and your thighs spread wider to accommodate his movements. his ring finger makes its way inside shortly after, and soon, your hips are rocking sharply against the rough heel of his hand while his thick fingers bully that spongy spot inside that makes your toes curl.Β
βpleasedonβtstop,β you whimper, voice frantic and airy. remy nudges your cheek with his nose, breathing heavily against the line of your jaw.Β
βwouldnβt dream of it, chΓ¨re.β
he hums when your hand flies down to grip his wrist. itβs so overwhelming, itβs everything, that dazzling purple heat flashes again until itβs all you feel.Β
βcurl them, curl them like tha- oh.β remy listens well; he curls his fingers like you tell him to and keeps his motion steady until he has to sit up further and use his other hand to hold you down. he presses down on your stomach to hold you still but soon moves it to your restless legs where they writhe against the mattress. they nearly snap shut around his insistent fingers before remy pries them back open. you like when he uses his strength on you, when he holds you down.Β
the devilβs always been good to you, your own fallen angel.Β
βlemme see it,β he goads. βdonβt hold nothinβ back from me.βΒ
itβs loud; you donβt have to tell him how much you like it because the sloppy noise of your cunt does that for you. his cock leaks steadily against your hip, you can feel the sticky drip of precum on your sweaty skin, but all you can do is grip remyβs wrist and hold on tight while his fingers rub against your spongy walls relentlessly.Β
your eyes roll when he gets you there, and you cum with a full-body shudder. remy holds you to his chest as you curl in on yourself, shaking and shivering in his warm embrace. his fingers fuck you through it, only slowing his rhythm and easing their curl when your own fingers tighten around his wrist. remy ushers you back against the pillows now that youβre done, slipping his soaked fingers from your core only after you finish pulsing around him. his gaze is soft, but it darkens as you use your hold on his wrist to bring his digits to your mouth.Β
βooh, you nasty!β he grins, and his eyes slide down to your swollen, spit-slicked lips. remy curls his fingers again, petting them against your soft tongue and fucking them deeper into your mouth. βsheβs sweet, eh?βΒ
youβd suck on his fingers all day if you could, but you slip them from your mouth with a pop! to answer him. βmm. i can see why youβre so obsessed with me.β he swats you lightly on the thigh for that, and you wiggle gleefully.Β
remy slips your panties from your legs before he settles himself between them to kiss you again. he kisses your sweetness from between your lips, tongue curling around yours and sucking it into his mouth for a better taste. youβd let him fuck you like this if you didnβt remember his leg was hurt; youβd let him bend you in half and fuck you until your knees are clamping shut around his wide shoulders, but the thought that he could hurt himself more makes you hesitant.Β
he kisses down your neck when you pull away from his lips, purses his lips around your sensitive nipple and flicks his tongue. it has you arching your back, and the cropped t-shirt youβre wearing rucks further up your chest. you curl your fingers into his hair to tug him closer.Β
βlet me- god, let me get on top?β you breathe. he makes to pull his head back, but you hold him in place. remy laughs through his nose and continues to kiss and lick and suck at your chest, and it isnβt until he nips at it that you let him go, but not without a swat to his shoulder.Β
you almost squeal when remy takes you in his arms to roll you both over. his lap is your favorite seat; you wiggle your hips to get comfortable, and remy takes hold of them. his cock slips between the lips of your pussy where itβs warm and wet and soft, and you rock down onto him slowly.Β
βyou keep tβat up, chΓ¨re, gambit wonβt last a minute,β he grits.Β
heβs cum like this before, with you just grinding yourself on his cock, shooting ropes of pearly cum up the ridges of his abdomen until you duck down to lick it all up. youβd do it again, but youβre aching to have him inside where he belongs. when you lift up on your knees and reach down to grip him, remy cups the backs of your thighs to help keep you steady. heβs a stretch, his length and girth is nothing to scoff at even after he fingered you pliant and needy.Β
βdunno if itβll fit,β you pick, circling your hips so that the give of your hole teases the head of his cock.Β
βyβknow gambit fits. just gotta let him in, chΓ¨re.βΒ
you donβt have it in you to tease him any longer, so you press him inside with the tips of your fingers and sink down slowly. dazzling blasts of purple burst behind your closed eyelids; he feels so good, you fit together like a perfect puzzle. the first rock of your hips has your head lolling, and your hands scramble for leverage against the bulk of remyβs chest.Β
βdassβit, dassβa good girl,β he grunts. βmon dieu.βΒ
youβve always been his good girl, you always want to be. it spurs you on to do your best. your own body is sore from yesterdayβs fight, but you feel reinvigorated on top of him like this. the bouncing of your breasts is covered by the shirt youβre wearing - itβs enough for remy, the sway of the cloth, the peak of your sensitive nipples through the fabric. one hand leaves his chest so that you can tug them jagged hem of your top up to your mouth. you bite down on it, baring your bouncing breasts to the man below you, and remy cups them in his hands.Β
βhoo, merde. lemme take tβat offβa you?βΒ
he loves to see you in his clothes, you both know it, but he wants you naked. remy tugs the hem from between your teeth and shucks the shirt over your head, tossing it off the bed completely. you preen when he takes you in; thereβs nothing to be shy about here, not with your gambit.Β
βwhat are you looking at, remy lebeau?β you ask with a cock of your head. your hips resume their movement, grinding in slow circles until your eyes are fluttering.Β
βyou a sight for sore eyes, chΓ¨re, iβll tell you tβat.βΒ
like heβs one to talk. the window on the ceiling above the bed bathes him in warm light. remyβs beautiful, the most beautiful man youβve ever seen. his beautiful heart, beautiful soul, beautiful bodyβ¦ heβs the perfect package.Β
you change tactics, switching your sensual grinding to rough bouncing that has your breath hitching in your throat. heβs deep like this, and every time you drop down in his lap, your swollen clit rubs against the coarse curls of remyβs pubic hair.Β
youβre so close, so fucking close you can taste it. it has your knees trying to kiss where theyβre straddling his hips. he notices the shaking in your thighs, he always notices everything about you, and his hips immediately buck to help you out. your eyes roll, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as remy begins to fuck you. heβs so strong, his hands grip your waist to pull you down on him harder, and it has you keening high in your throat.Β
βeyes on me,β he grunts. βkeep dese pretty eyes on gambit when he makes you fly.βΒ
itβs a struggle, but your eyes find his as quickly as they can. your hands are still planted on his chest, but you move them to either side of his head so that you can be closer to him. remyβs grip on your hips is intoxicating; youβll feel it for days, god, you hope youβll feel it for days. youβve never felt safer in someoneβs arms, never felt more loved or wanted.Β
remy nods his head when your eyebrows start to furrow, hands moving from your hips to clutch the rippling fat of your ass.Β
βyouβre gonna make me cum,β you whimper. βbaby, youβre- oh, remy, fuck!βΒ
you give him another full-body shudder when you cum, nearly lifting yourself clean off his cock in the process due to how hard you shiver. he holds you down, hips rutting as he chases his own release and follows right behind you. the rhythmic pulsing of your cunt gets him there quickly, it always does.Β
βkeep on clenchinβ like tβat, chΓ¨re. bon dieu, Γ§a cβest bon.βΒ
you plop down onto his chest when youβre both done, and remyβs hands come up to massage your back.Β
itβs quiet again, all you can hear is your shared heavy breathing and the distant drip of the bathtub faucet. youβre content to lay here until remyβs hands get restless, until they reach out in search of his deck of cards. for now, youβll rest against his chest and listen to the beat of his heart.Β
you donβt know what will happen in the coming days or how long youβll be stuck in the void until the tva finds somewhere for you and remy to go. youβre not sure of much, you wonβt ask for much either, but youβre sure of at least one thing.Β
as long as remyβs by your side, home isnβt far away.
dictionary!
(mon) chère: term of endearment - (my) "dear" or "sweetheart"
c'est tout: that's all
petit: little
bobin: frown
mais oui/non: well yes/no
couyon: (could also be spelled as couillon?) a rascal, a fool
Finding out there is a military deployment party at the live music hall across from your college immediately entices you and your room mate. Bored with college boys you each excitedly plan to snag and shag a handsome soldier for the night, but when you lay eyes on two of the most handsome and suave majors you have ever seen in your life you canβt decide which one you want more. They both tease and seduce you in ways that get you so hot between the legs you flirtatiously admit you wish you could have both.
Upon hearing your words and realizing they won't get an opportunity like this with such a beautiful dame again they come to an agreement, they'll share you. They bring you back to their base in one of the Majors offices locking the door and double tapping you with pleasure the entire night.
No established relationship
Gropingβ’objectificationβ’degradation β’fingeringβ’ bitingβ’ gspot fem β’nippleplay β’clitplayβ’restraint β’threesomeβ’oral sex m/fβ’ P in V β’sex on a deskβ’ oral sex f/mβ’ multiple orgasms β’simultaneous orgasmsβ’squirting β’ bukkake (2 males ejaculate on female )β’ cum eatingβ’ after care
Inspo: needing to be Fxcked by both Bucks π₯΅
~*Bucked & Fxcked*~
You and your room mate get dressed in form fitting low cut tops and A-line skirts putting on lip stick and heavy mascara before leaving the dorms at 7:30 in the evening.
You are taking the half mile walk together with dozens of other girls from the college campus to have some fun at the live music dance hall.
All the girls are in their prettiest dresses giggling excitedly walking arm in arm gossiping because a platoon of soldiers will be there for a special military event dancing the night away before they deploy.
You and your room mate have already had quite the sexual experiences sneaking college boys into your dorm room after midnight for quick romps going through the roster never feeling completely satisfied.
You were both very excited to try something daring and new.
As you approach the establishment you hear the swing music getting louder. People surround the well lit dance hall talking, laughing, some coupled up already kissing. You see cars parked in the distance with couples inside making out.
You nudge your room mate pointing it out to her and she smiles mischievously, you both thinking the same thing, it's the pure debauchery you are expecting. The double doors to the dance hall swing open as a couple walks out arm in arm the music is blaring and there is a surge of excitement in the air as you enter.
The space is enormous red white and blue fan fare hanging everywhere. American flags stars and stripes draped colorfully on full display every where you look.
The dance hall is so loud, the brass band is deafening as you look to the players on stage. The floor is packed with a sea of men in green and brown uniforms holding colorfully dressed young ladies giggling, swirling, dipping, twirling, its orchestrated chaos. They nearly miss colliding with each other doing dangerous and provocative dance moves dizzy with excitement and booze.
You are so excited in this environment until your friend is immediately swept away by a handsome soldier who smiles at her twirls her and pulls her onto the dance floor with him. You smile at each other as she giddily waves farewell.
You head to the bar feeling your mood dip without her, she got swept up so quickly, you want to see if you can bump into anyone else you know from campus as you make your way through a crowd of dancers near the blaring trumpets being played on stage.
You are stopped in your tracks by a pair of dancers almost knocking into you, just as they clear your path, your eyes lock onto two of the most dreamily handsome Majors you've ever seen in your life.
They are standing with their elbows rested on the high tables in the drinking area near the bar. They are overlooking all the actions of the lower ranks.
Your gaze must have lingered a little too long because they both look over at you and make eye contact smiling so gorgeously you are shocked and wave politely.
One is a tall blonde with a gorgeous face, plump lips, strong jaw, perfect nose, and big blue eyes. The other is a towering brunette with a handsome face, broad nose, full lips, angular chin, and flirty blue eyes.
Your heart begins pouding as they wave back. The brunette making the signal he wants to meet you at the same time the blonde points to you to gesturing hes coming over. You laugh to yourself in shock as they both head your direction.
It's probably the sexiest thing to have two handsome men walk across a room and approach you. They are taller than you expected, you look up to them when they are standing directly in-front of you. They both smile at you making you blush, they are so clean cut and neat, they smell amazing.
When they try to speak to you over the music they begin laughing unable to get their words across you are all too close to the stage and can't hear a thing with the saxophone blaring. Finally the blonde leans into your ear "Come to a table it's quieter" he says holding your gaze nodding and gesturing you to come, you nod smiling and follow them.
They pick a table at the back corner farthest from the stage in a more secluded area.
Once you all settle down the music is at a manageable level and you can finally hear each other speak. "Hi!" you say cheerfully just happy to look at their handsome faces up close.
They each take a turn shaking your hand " I'm Gale" says the blonde "Im John" says the brunette, their eyes full of attraction as they stare at you.
"The boys call me Buck and him Bucky not to confuse you, the nick names are a long story" Gale says and looks at John to confirm but hes too busy giving you the dreamy eyes. Gale smacks him lightly on the chest for staring at you like that.
John snaps out of being mesmerized by your beauty and flashes you his normal pretty smile his flirty eyes still making you blush, heat creeping up your neck as you smile back politely.
Gale just shoots John a knowing look, it's the night before deployment so there is only one thing on all the men's minds at the dance hall, securing a girl for the night and now he and John are both set on the same one, you.
"Can we get you anything to eat or drink?" Gale asks politely as John rubs his fingers across his lips and chin admiring you. "Oh no l'm fine I'm actually a student at the college so they feed us supper every night, and seeing its Friday my friend said all the military were having a deployment party here so we wanted to get out and have some fun." You smile innocently and look away hiding your lustier intentions.
John rests his elbow on the table covering his mouth he turns away from you hiding his smile thinking you are so naive coming to a bar full of sexually deprived soldiers for fun looking this good.
"Well where is your friend?" Gale asks perking up thinking maybe he can introduce John to her and secure you for himself because you are clearly the most stunning girl they've both ever seen and he doesn't want to compete with John the entire night.
You scan across the dance floor and spot her just as the solider from earlier is holding her with both hands twirling her around panties flashing as he dips her.
"There she is, and wow that soldier is a really good dancer!" you say excitedly.
Gale and John shoot looks at each other knowing shes dancing with the number one play boy on the base before John blurts out "Yea she's not coming back to the dorm tonight!" and they both burst into laughter.
Your face flushes a little hot from them making fun but you remain calm and you show some assertiveness
"Well that's the plan gentlemen we don't want to go back to our dorm tonight" you retort and they both fall slack jawed.
"You don't say" Gale says in amusement, his eyes flashing attraction now as he looks at you. "What are they teaching you young ladies in college these days now anyway?" He asks intrigued, his voice turns sultry.
You feel the heat rising in your core as he locks in on your sexual deviancy wanting to know more. You look away hiding your sudden shyness as you answer "All sorts of things" your voice softer feeling you've just admitted to all the sex you've been having. "Is that so?" he says leaning closer staring at you so intently you return your eyes back to his. John clears his throat to interrupt the sexual tension and blocks Gales advances by speaking up.
"Well if you're not going back to your dorm, and you are planning to leave here with one of these fine gentlemen." He says extending his arms to show just how many you have to chose from in the dance hall before continuing "Which one are you choosing to leave with?" He asks with intent, his eyes full of all his hidden thoughts about you as he smiles.
When you smile back at John and then Gale, your face flushes as you feel the heat creep up your neck again.
You bite your lower lip trying to regain composure.
He and Gale flash each other looks, they've been serving in the military together long enough to be synchronized communicating with just a glance or a gesture. They have both decided it is now a competition. They sit back looking debonaire and cool awaiting your answer of who is the victor.
"If I had to chose one?" You say scrunching your nose cutely uncertain of which one you want more. You feel the arousal pooling between your legs as they both stare at you so seductively.
You decide to play with them "I wish I could have you both" you admit flirtatiously. Their faces look shocked making you giggle. "Both? " Gale says stunned. John looks around in disbelief holding back his laugh that you couldn't decide. "Yea just for one night" you say nonchalantly actually really liking the idea now seeing how competitive they are, all the attention would be on you.
Gale and John look at each other as they realize you are serious. Then it sets in that you really aren't going to choose and that they'll never have an opportunity like this with a beautiful dame like you again. "Would you excuse us just one moment." Gale says his face flushing red as he tries to act unfazed. You bashfully nod secretly wondering if they'll both agree to take you at the same time tonight, you squeeze your thighs together wet at the thought.
They stand and walk only a few steps away turning their backs to you lowering their voices "I think she's serious." Gale says with a stunned expression on his face making John start chuckling.
"Shes definitely serious and I kind of want to do it just to see the surprised look on her face when she realizes what she's asking for." John says smiling mischievously. "Getting fucked by the Bucks?" Gale says making them burst into laughter.
Gale comes to his senses and gets more serious
"Alright the ground rules then; if it get awkward we stop, if she starts screaming for her life we definitely stop, I get one side you get the other, and I think it could work." John smiles and agrees to the plan going insane with the fact you've already astounded both of them.
Gale peeks over his shoulder and sees you sweetly smile and wave flirtatiously at him, you like how they are being so shy and cute now.
"Yea look at her John she gets finer by the second, let's go get her." They break their huddle and return. Gale extends his hand to you and as you take it he wraps his arm around yours John extends his arm to your other side and you wrap your arm around his too. You try to contain your giddiness and excitement as the three of you leave together.
You exit the loud dance hall into the quiet night arm in arm with two handsome strangers. You are laughing inside of your head how crazy the idea is and how it's coming in to fruition.
You approach the military car and Gale gets his keys as John gets your door. You sit in the back seat and John gets in to sit next to but Gale pulls him back by the collar of his military jacket. "In the front" Gale snaps sternly with a look of 'don't touch her yet'. John laughs he really wanted to sit and talk and get to know you more, but Gale canβt have that.
During the short drive to the base Gale keeps peeking in the rear view mirror at you. "If you need anything let me know" he says actually feeling anxious that you left the dance hall with them rethinking the whole thing.
John on the other hand is fully invested "So what's the real reason you have to have both of us? What are you expecting us to do once we get here?" he asks peering back at you over his shoulder.
"Just have a little fun" you reply casually. You've already had so many trysts you assume if one can't satisfy you the other one could. "Is anything off limits or is it a free for all" he grins cheekily elbowing Gale who's focusing so hard on the easy drive that John knows he's too worked up in his head over this.
"It's just sex" you roll your eyes gently. For you it's a basic missionary hump for 2 minutes like all of your encounters they would definitely be top 10 for most handsome though.
"It's... just... sex" John repeats your words deliberately getting Gales attention shielding his lips discreetly mouthing ("I don't think she's had good sex") Gale tries and fails to hold back a quick laugh, finally breaking his nervousness. He realizes you think one will take you and then the other, having no idea of all the sexual things he and John are going to make you experience tonight.
You look out the window and see the entrance to the military base, its gigantic so many barracks and buildings it's practically its own town surrounded by barbed wire fencing. Gale slows the car down and shows his ID to the guard who salutes him and lifts the road block.
They drive in through the rows of buildings until they reach an office structure Gale hops out and comes to get your door. The base is unusually quiet all the men still at the dancehall partying the night away.
John gets his keys out first and unlocks the front entrance to the building the three of you walk inside through the lobby to an office door. You read the name plate 'Major Gale Cleven' as he unlocks and opens it.
Once you enter Gale clicks on the lights and John locks the door bolt behind you. They immediately begin to toy with you letting you know you are their plaything to be shared.
Gale steps in and kisses you as he gropes you all over your dress around your derrière and up your chest squeezing your breasts in both his hands.
John watches getting hard and jealous seeing Gale get to touch all over your body. Gale gives him a show that you'll let them do anything to you and firmly squeezes his hand around your derrière before pulling your dress up over your waist holding it there to show John your panties.
Gale breaks from the kiss with you "Come take her panties off and finger herβ he says. You are so aroused loving how they speak to each other taking charge over you. Gale begins kissing you again holding your dress pinned up in the back for John.
When John kneels down behind you, his fingertips touch up your soft thighs reaching to your hips and hooking his thumbs in your panties sliding them down.
He looks at your perfect derriΓ¨re and kisses across your exposed cheeks in worship. Theyβve already done more than you've ever experienced your panties cling to your wetness as he pulls them lower. "Gale shes fully soaked" he says pulling your panties all the way down. Your pussy is glistening in his face, he trails his finger through your folds collecting your arousal gently rubbing your tight entrance making you clench around nothing.
He takes two fingers spreading you open like a book massaging your inner folds inches from his face getting drunk with arousal on the sight of your pussy. He slowly inserts his two long fingers inside of you making you moan into Gales mouth breaking his kiss "How does she look?" Gale asks through ragged breaths his cock already solid.
John whistles "It's one of the most pretty pussies I've ever seen" he says sliding his large fingers in and out of you amping up your arousal tilting his fingers to reach toward your navel and curling them back down making you moan loudly into Gales face.
Gale pulls your top halfway down exposing your breasts and rubs them gently in his hands. He trails soft kisses up your neck then pinches your nipples so hard it makes you bite your lower lip stifling your moan in your throat as you clench on John's fingers.
"I know I know" Gale coos at you "We're giving you things you never even knew you needed" you nod feverishly you love it your core pulsing as you feel your climax start. You are getting so wet with arousal it begins leaking out of you down John's hand as he fucks you with his fingers.
"Gale she's going to cum she's already dripping down my hand how should we take her?" When John says it, your face flushes and your knees buckle from pleasure.
"Make her cum on your fingers, I want to make her cum again on my tongue " Gales looking in your eyes as it registers what he said you moan from his dirty words. Youβve never experienced anything like this before, it makes them smile they are turning you out in so many ways.
John cups his large hand holding your bottom cheek kneading it as he plants kisses then gently bites into it.
When you feel the pinch of his teeth in your flesh it makes you clench so hard inside that he knows your about to orgasm. He begins pummeling his fingers into you so feverishly it makes your body shake as you feel the force of his knuckles wetly smacking against you.
Gales looking you in the eyes but you aren't able to focus back anymore just moaning lost in the pleasure of John's fingers about to make you cum. Your brows already knitted with your mouth panting and deeply moaning, your core clenching. "You like it when he fingers you?" He asks a little jealous.
"Yes Yes YES YES YES!" You repeatedly yell in his face triggering Gales jealousy. He reaches his hand between your legs finding your clit and rubbing it in time with John's finger-fuck. It makes you have an earth shattering orgasm instantaneously between both men.
" OH GOD OH G.." Gale cups his large hand over your mouth muffling your repeated moans and continues his assault on your clit making you cum so hard. It was so easy for them to make you orgasm he knows he can get one more. "John keep fingering her I want to make her cum again" he says it looking you in your blissed out eyes. You already feel the tightness building inside of you ready to be released again when he says it.
John turns his fingers inside of you from curving up to facing downward. He slides them up toward your navel this time hooking a squishy spot inside. Your body jolts when he finds it making you shiver and see stars. He pulls his fingers over it in a 'come here' motion pushing his fingers deeply in and out of your soaking entrance until your thighs are trembling and you are almost crying moaning into Gales hand.
He rubs his other two fingers over your wetness into your clit strumming it until your body tenses and you can't catch your breath. Tears rim your eyes as Gale removes his hand from your mouth seeing you so blissed you are unable to even breathe .
Your body gives in and your core snaps giving you such a powerful release from the orgasm that you feel like you are on cloud 9. John is still slowly hooking that special place inside until your shoulders shudder and you come down collapsing against Gales chest. He shushes you petting your hair as you breathe rapidly onto his neck the orgasm draining your energy entirely.
John slides his fingers out of you and sucks them clean licking his lips enjoying the sweet taste of you. He stands up his thick cock erect and strained in his pants as he begins to undress.
βYour doing so good for usβ Gale coos and begins to make out with you cradling your head in his hands probing his tongue in your mouth. His cock is so hard he brings your hand down to touch him and you gasp in his mouth realizing both of these 6ft tall men are going to be so big between the legs it makes you whimper.
Once John is fully naked Gale passes you to him
"Hold her for me" Gale says as he gets undressed.
John holds you at your waist trailing his hands up your pulled down top to your exposed breasts. He softly circles his thumbs on your nipples.
You look at his wide chiseled chest, placing your hands there looking down farther and audibly gasp seeing the size of his length as he presses it against you without taking a step. His girthy cock a dark pink color just beneath his abs between his thick thighs. John smirks at you seeing the reaction heβs been waiting for.
"Turn her around " Gale says after he heard you gasp from Johns size. John turns you to face away from him holding your upper arms firmly.
You watch Gale finish undressing down to his boxer shorts, he slides them off revealing his long thick cock with a big round tip that makes your knees go weak.
"Hold her tight" Gale tells John and he grips your arms so you can't move.
Gale approaches you and continues pulling your top all the way down cupping your breasts in his hands. He leans in and slides his tongue out licking circles around your nipple until you start to moan then he licks the other. He switches back to the first nipple and slowly sucks it in his mouth twirling his tongue around the bud until you begin to squirm rubbing your knees together then he pinches the other one hard making you moan.
He alternates between each breast with either love or torture until your core begins pulsing from all his flicks and licks and pinches. You begin moaning deeper and rubbing your thighs together for sexual relief, you are absolutely soaked. He releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop the sensation hitting right to your core as your knees buckle and John keeps you standing
Gale reaches behind your waist unzipping your skirt letting all your clothing fall to the floor. You stand between the two men all three of you completely naked.
Gale looks you over head to toe nodding in approval stopping to stare between your legs, your thighs trembling drenched with your own arousal. "John you are right this is one of the prettiest pussies l've ever seen" He says smiling as he slides his hand between your legs cupping your folds. He forces you back into John's hard cock, the tip firmly pushes through the back of your thighs rubbing against your wet heat . You let out a high pitched shaky moan and shudder having hit your peak of pleasure.
The sound makes both of their cocks twitch at the tip.
"Put her on the desk" Gale says as John picks you up, his giant arms setting you back down on the desk and spreading your legs apart with his hands holding your upper thighs. John is so greedy for you and begins passionately kissing you lining himself up to push himself inside of you.
Gale snaps at him "Lay her flat on the desk and hold her down she needs more" Gales unspoken rule is he gets you first. John goes around the desk as Gale takes his place standing between your legs caressing your upper thighs. John helps you lay flat on your back and holds your hands above your head pinning them against the wood holding you by your wrists. You look down to Gale poised between your legs and then look up to John pinning your hands above your head to the desk. You are completely at their mercy.
"It's just sex huh?" Gale asks repeating your words from earlier to show off his prowess. He kneels down between your legs spreading your thighs wider until your knees are against his desk, he parts your pussy lips open and latches his mouth on your wet folds sucking and slurping them with the tip of his tongue and the suction of his mouth you completely give into him loving it so much.
He flicks your clit so hard with his tongue your back arcs from the table. You moan loudly as your hips jump up almost unable to withstand what he's doing. You look up and see John's eyes staring darkly at you loving seeing how aroused you are getting and wanting to give you more.
He pins your wrists with just one large hand taking the other to squeeze one breast at a time caressing your nipples with his flat palm then pinching them repeatedly until you begin writhing and moaning on the desk due to the sensations from both men.
You are panting and moaning loudly feeling so tight in your core as John pinches your nipples and Gale thrusts his tongue deep inside your pussy. Your moaning intensifies into a stronger tantric rhythm of βYES YES PLEASE OH GOD YES YES "as you are lifting your hips into Gales mouth. Your wetness slipping all over his lower face.
He stops to wipe his mouth and pins your hips firmly to the table with his hands so you can't move. "John she's noisy when she's about to cum make her be quiet" he says diving back down between your legs.
John presses his soft plush lips on yours in an upside down kiss eating your moans as Gale eats your pussy.
Your eyes squeeze shut as your body clenches so tight your back arcs from the table body tensing until your core snaps releasing clear liquid arousal all over Gales mouth, you moan into John's as you orgasm for them both.
Gale removes his mouth from you, his lips and chin covered in your clear slick cum. He licks his tongue as far around his lips as he can he can't get enough of your taste then he grabs his shirt from the floor wiping the rest. He throws it back down returning to his position between your legs.
Your vision is blurry, hearing distorted legs trembling body shivering. You feel so high from the pleasure you are delirious. "I've never felt like this before, Ive never cum like this before " you whisper to both of them your body feels like you are floating off the table. John leans in and kisses your mouth, seeing you in such pleasure he wants to be inside of you so badly. Gale pulls your body to the edge of the desk flush against him slipping you out of John's grasp breaking the kiss. "We haven't cum yet" Gale says making your core start throbbing.
John gets impatient you can see the flash of anger that he wants relief but Gale keeps taking you. He moves to your right, looking over your pretty body his giant cock pulsing as he's getting ready to pleasure himself over you but you reach out and grab him around the base first making his abs clench and his face flush as he locks eyes with you and you stroke him off.
"Are you that needy?" Gale snaps watching you give John a hand job. Gale in a newfound competition for your neediness runs his tip up and down your wet folds making you moan loudly "MMMM YES YES PLEASE!" you cry out wanting him inside of you. "Quiet her with your cock" Gale tells John.
John shudders from arousal staring at your pretty mouth open and moaning not planning to use you like this. He takes your head turning it to the side to face his pelvis and you release your hand from his base as he slides his heavy cock into your wet mouth filling it up.
You feel his tip squish at the back of your throat but he can't fit completely in your mouth due to his size. A small gasp escapes Johns lips at how amazing your mouth feels on him. He gently slides his large cock in and out of you mouth coating his length in your saliva.
Gale stops rubbing his tip through your folds as you leak arousal all over his desk from sucking John's cock, he wants finish you with his and places his hands on your hips lining up and pushing himself between your legs. Your moans are stifled with your mouth full of John's cock, and your entrance makes Gale slow his pace immediately. " Fuck she's tight!" he says loudly and begins working his length half way out, half way back in until he can begin smacking his hips between your legs burying his cock fully inside of you.
John is already blissed out eyes lidded his adams apple bobbing. He places his large hand on your head holding it in place as he thrusts into your mouth his powerful thighs flexing as he uses you.
You feel so aroused having both men satisfy you and themselves at the same time. The familiar tightening of your inner coil begins. The more each of them rams their cock inside of you the tighter your core gets until your moaning on John's and clenching on Gales. The tightened coil springs free inside of you giving you a sweet release thatβs is so euphoric you donβt want it to stop . Your moans of extreme pleasure are muffled on John's cock but your fluttering walls gripping Gale tightly are the tale tale sign for him, once he feels you orgasm on him he wants to cum.
He slides his heavy cock into your tight soaked entrance faster and harder until it's making obscene squelching sounds. He starts pounding his hips between your legs making you scream on each hit vibrating John's cock in your mouth. Once you earn the first moan out of John feeling your mouth suck and vibrate on him he can't stop.
They both begin groaning in tandem getting off at the same time their deep guttural moans sound so good its cataclysmic to your ears and rattling your brain.
"I'm gonna cum" Gale yells as John shouts "fuck fuck fuck" thrusting in your mouth quickly and slipping his cock out unloading hot spurts of cum all over your chest. Gale pulls out of you too pumping his shaft vigorously making depraved moaning sounds as his body tenses and he spreads his silky warmth all over your naval.
They take several seconds to calm down staring at you covered like a sexy pastry "Should we make her taste us?" Gale asks already knowing the answer John grins they each dip a finger in their cum and bring it to your mouth. You suck Gales finger first then John's. Gale goes to get a towel to clean you up.
John grabs your jaw turning you to face to him caressing his thumb on your chin, he wants you more and to himself. He stares into your pretty eyes making him fall for you instantly a shiver running through him thinking you are the sexiest thing in the world.
Gale returns from the sink with a warm wash cloth gently wiping over each breast and down your naval cleaning you completely of their combined cum.
Gale sits you up slowly on the desk checking on you
"Are you alright?" He asks. You look up at him smiling weakly " I feel really good" you say smile spreading bigger across your face. He already has to have you again, he holds your waist caressing your naval with his thumbs. He's feeling things that he doesn't know how to process because he and John will never get over this.
John sees you both having a moment and feels crestfallen thinking he should just leave. He collects his boxers putting them back on as Gale looks around and finds his.
You slip off the desk and collect your clothing stepping into your skirt. "Where are you going?" they both say in unison. "I thought you would ask me to leave" you say thinking it's easier to leave as quickly as possible and never see them again. "You're staying the night I'm taking you back in the morning" Gale says. He goes to a blank wall of his office tugging a cord and releasing a pull down queen size Murphy bed.
"Oh" you say surprised. Gale enters his office wash room retrieving a tooth brush and a towel with one of his boot camp shirts handing them to you finalizing the stay.
You smile to yourself that Gale wants you to stay. You enter the bathroom brushing your teeth listening as Gale and John debate outside about the sleeping arrangement because John wants you to stay in his office instead and they can't come to an agreement.
You emerge from the wash room looking cute to break the tension " Do you guys want to take a shower with me?" You ask sweetly and they both drop the argument. Gale enters and starts the water, when it gets to temp he moves out of your way letting you step in first.
You rinse your hair and body as they brush their teeth.
Gale finishes first getting in the shower with you, John enters second. They tower over you in the small space as they take turns rinsing their bodies off. Your eyes can't stop staring at either of them feeling like it's heaven on earth. Shiny wet muscles, large hands, smiles, abs, large cocks, strong thighs.
They satisfied you so completely you can't even think about sex your body is only craving rest.
John finally gargles playfully and spits water out from the shower head finishing first. He takes a quick flirtatious peek at your body before exiting the shower. Gale turns off the water and hands you your towel and you use it to get dry.
Both of them dry off and wrap around their waists. As you finish drying your hair Gale helps you pull his boot camp shirt over your head. "Thank you" you say shyly in appreciation "It suits you" he says admiringly. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the bed
He turns down the covers and ushers you in you crawl and sit in the middle. John is putting on his boxers getting dressed to leave when you lock eyes with him
"Can you stay?" You ask nicely and he smiles at you then looks to Gale whose his lips are pursed in a definite no. "Weve already done ...everything else together...might as well actually sleep together " you smile at Gale sweetly to persuade him.
Gale doesn't respond he just goes to click off the main light in the room. You lay down and look at John patting the bed for him to come lay next to you, he smiles and climbs on top of you and planting a small kiss on your forehead to say thank you. He lays on your left side getting under the covers spooning you from the back holding you to him by your hip.
The remaining bathroom light clicks off and Gale joins a second later settling in front of you face to face placing his hand on your waist pulling you to his chest, John pulls you back to his side and Gale pulls you back to his side once more until they settle with Gale placing his hand on your waist and John placing his hand on your hip, you lay directly between them cuddling in the dark as you all fall fast asleep.
Youβve been attending Webbe for about a month. The only reason you got in was from a scholarship. Your social life changes once you finally meet Felix Catton.
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NOTE: Iβm dyslexic so there might be spelling/grammar errors!
He shifted on his feet, his hazel eyes meeting your level. "You're coming, right?" He leaned in towards you, his mouth close to your ear so no one else could hear. "Don't say no. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."
The autumn breeze released a slurry of orange and brown leaves all over the grounds of Webbe College, garnishing the aged buildings and architecture. The campus was beautiful, full of history, and radiated old money. But the one thing that stood out amidst the fall beauty was Felix Catton. The favorable brunette seemed to catch everyone's eyes. Some say it was his money. Others say his personality was desirable.
A posse of students always stood by his side like lap dogs. They did whatever he asked and believed whatever he said like it was gospel. Felix was impossible to ignore. He had a way of drawing anyone in from his luscious hair, intimidating height, muscular build, cunning smile, and posh accent. Any insecure guy would look up to Felix as a role model. You knew of Felix because you shared an English class but never talked.
Even if you didn't want to look, the subtle nod coming your way indicated a liking to you, the American scholarship student who was fortunate enough to make it into Webbe. Coming from California to Oxford was a change that took time to adjust to. The fall weather only made you blend in with the crowd even more. But today, Felix Catton was waiting for you to come over. Taking out your earbuds and closing your book, you walk over to him as the leaves make a crunching sound with each step.
Felix's hazel eyes landed softly on you, his attention suddenly riveted. He thought you were pretty, with almond-shaped eyes and hair that fell past your shoulders. There was a subtle charm that made Felix feel intrigued immediately. You were the few people to avert his stare, and he wanted more.
"You're y/n l/n, right?" his gaze was still fixed on you as if you were the only person on earth.
"Yeah, you must be Felix Catton. I believe we share a class, right?" You looked up, tilting your head slightly as you spoke with your American accent.
"I believe we do," Felix nodded. "English, if I remember correctly." He paused, thinking about your accent. "You're not from here, are you? From over the states, I take it?"
"I've only been here for a month. I'm originally from California. I got in with a scholarship." You commented, still keeping a gaze with his hazel eyes.
"I see," Felix said, his expression softening slightly. "The American girl," he noted your frame and wondered how a delicate flower like you had managed to survive amongst the students of Webbe. "So, what do you think of it here so far?" he asked.
"I think it's beautiful here, actually. But at the same time, it's hard to make friends here." You answered honestly; you didn't come from the same wealth or country. "It can be hard to break into social circles here." Felix nodded, his expression turning empathic. "Well, I'm sure I can help with that," he offered, smiling warmly. "No need to go it alone."
You smiled back, feeling a hint of excitement fuel your body. "That's very sweet of you, thanks!" You quickly look around the courtyard, noticing students walking around or staring at the two. "I must say, It's hard to get a good night's sleep around here." She answered honestly with undertones of sarcasm. Webbe parties were always loud and crazy. People hooking up and screaming down the dorm hallways wasn't your favorite part about the college.
"We do like to let off steam," He chuckled, his hazel eyes studying the scene around them. It was a typical evening at Webbe - students congregating in groups, some playing sports, others partying it up in the quad. It was always a bustling environment, and Felix relished in it. "But don't worry about it," he added, his attention returning to you. "When you know the right people, the good times roll."
"I usually spend time in my dorm. Working on essays and whatnot." You looked up at him again as a slight shrug escaped your shoulders.
"Oh, work, work, work," Felix scoffed. "There's more to Uni than studying and writing essays, you know?" He said with a persuading tone with a slight grin covering his cheeks. "You're not living if your nose is always in a textbook." He paused, his gaze lingering. Something about you left him fascinated - the way you held yourself, the way you thought, the way you spoke. He couldn't let this go uninvested. "Are you busy tonight?" He asked, his voice laced with flirtatiousness.
"I don't think so. I might have a paper to finish but it's boring me to death. Why?" You stuck your hands in your pockets, slightly nervous but interested in what he was about to ask.
"How about some time away from the books?" Felix suggested, flitting away to glance at the quad behind you. "My friends and I are going to the King's Arms Pub tonight. You should join us if you'd like." His gaze met back at yours.
"I've never been in one of the pubs yet. I'll have to think about it." In the back of your mind, you were worried about the kind of drunken people you'd meet there and how expensive the alcohol would be.
"Trust me, it'll be good fun!" Felix grinned. "The King's Arms is a great spot. They usually have some great musicians and local beers on tap if you're into that kind of thing." He shifted on his feet, his hazel eyes meeting your level. "You're coming, right?" He leaned in towards you, his mouth close to your ear so no one else could hear. "Don't say no. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."
"As long as I have time for my paper. I'll come but I probably won't be out too late." You said quickly, trying to hold your composure due to how close he was to you. His accent felt crisp in your ear as the smell of bergamot and sandalwood flooded your senses.
"Fine by me," Felix replied, leaning in slightly closer to your ear until his lips brushed your ear. His breath ghosted your skin as he whispered, "I look forward to seeing you." He smirked, knowing the whole interaction would leave you flustered. "Until evening then!" He stood back up, adjusting his eyebrow piercing.
"Would you like my number? Just so I know when to arrive and whatnot." You asked somewhat nervously as she took out her phone. It was an older model compared to his. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't," Felix snickered, stepping closer to you and letting his fingers brush yours as he took your phone. He punched the numbers into the contact list and pressed done, switching to the texting menu before handing it back. "I'll see you around, cutie," He winked, "I'll text you when we get there."
"Alright! See you then!" You said before walking away happily. Butterflies filled your stomach, your face turning red as you walked farther away. He was so nice to you. It was only the start of a blooming relationship.
the first time he saw you? you were in a local coffee shop he loved to go to, studying with michael gavey who was you only friend at the time. he could remember that you were sitting there, skirt in the middle of your thighs and your braids pulled up in a ponytail. that day you and micheal were going over statistics and micheal had said, βoh look, one of the popular imbeciles.β and you had look up and saw him and connected eyes with him.
all that was going through his mind at that moment is that how is it that he never seen you before? how could he let someone like you slip his mind if he did?
all it took was a cough from michael to pull you back to reality. βdonβt get caught up, lovie. people like us are just toys to him.β you took what micheal said that day to heart and shook any thoughts about him away. meanwhile, felix kept you in his mind but he tried not to, especially when his sees you everywhere he goes. felix had made a promise to himself that when he sees you again heβll gather the courage to ask you out but instantly baled when he saw you at the library.
you looked beautiful. your braids were laid over your shoulder, he eyes traveled down. you had on a shirt that your roommate made you wear, claiming you dress like a nun. it showed your cleavage, making felix bite his lip. you had every intention on forgetting about felix but you had to lock eyes again at the library, he quickly looked away, muttering a βshitβ to himself. your heart pounded as you begin to feel what you felt that day at the cafe. you knew you couldnβt study, knowing that heβs near you, so you gathered you things and began to stand from you chair when you hit something hard.
you looked up and it was him. felix. βy/n right?β he begins to say but all you hear is people like us are just toys to him. your didnβt reply back, you just grabbed you bag and continued to walk. felix felt stupid nonetheless, thinking he probably scared you or worse humiliated you. that night in your dorm these images were going through your mind, from his eyebrow piercing to his pink lips, just the thought made your stomach flutter or maybe something else flutter.
same for felix, in his dorm. he thought about the way your skirt would flow in the wind, lifting a little bit to reveal a part of your panties and how your brown skin glowed in the sun. he groaned at the thought of you, trailing his hand down his pants andβ¦
bam. reality hits you as your alarm blares in your room. you look over to see your bonnet in another country, if that wasnβt enough you had a test that day as well, could this day get any worse?
yes. there he was again. he was in the same pub, michael wanted to meet up at. you see him laugh and have a smoke with his friends through the window. you decided to take a deep breath and just walk in. once you did, the door bell rang showing that someone has walked through the pub but thankfully felix hadnβt look up to see who it was. βover here, lovie.β the voice belonged to michael. you walked over to and sat next to him. the table that felix was at a open booth that was behind michael.
βdo you think we can choose another table, micheal?β you asked, leg bouncing in nervousness. βno sorry, lovie. everything is taken.β michael says, you frowned but stood your ground. βgive me a sum.β michael nodded.
you watch felixβs head flys back, in laughter as farleigh says something in his ear. βum 597 times 300?β you didnβt pay attention to michaelβs answer, you just paid attention to the boy. βcome on. give me another.β you told him another sum while watching some blond rub against him. felix looks over at her and gives her a fake smile. a part of you wanted him to see you and the other part just wanted him to run to you and kiss you.
you huffed and decided that it was time to go. βIβm gonna head out.β you hummed to micheal, he rolled his eyes and nodded. felix look up for a second, noticing a girl with braids get up and walk towards the door with her coat left in the seat, he instantly knew it was you. βexcuse me farleigh, I have to do something right quick.β he says before quickly scooting out the booth and over the table you and micheal were sitting. βmichael gavey? right?β michael looked up at felix with an emotionless expression. noticing his expression felix cleared his throat and talked again.
βuhm y/n left her coat and I think it would be nice to give it to her.β michael huffed. βjust donβt break her heart.β micheal gave him a serious look. felix nodded and took the coat and ran out the pub.
βy/n!β you turned around, thinking it was michael. but it was him and he knew your name. he had your coat in his hand, you didnβt even notice you left it. βyou left this.β he stomach started to feel queasy as your hand brushed against his while grabbing your coat. βthank you, I didnβt even notice.β he smiled, looking down at your lips then you eyes.
βIβm felix.β he chirped. βi know.β you nodded.
βactually I have something to tell you.β he says, taking another step towards you. you looked up at him with those eyes that made his heart warm. βIβm in love with you.β
your breath hitch a bit. you wanted to believe him but back away from him. βIs this a prank or something?β he frowned at your question. you rolled your eyes tears filled your eyes but you sniffed them away. what upset you was that fact that even though he was pulling a prank you would still want him.
βno this isnβt a prank, you really think Iβm that types of person?β felix says. βpeople like you pick on people like me, felix!β even though you were kind of angry he would give anything to hear you say his name again.
βwhat do you mean people like you?β felix questioned, getting a little mad that someone has picked on you before. βforget it.β you sighed, turned around to walk away but he grabs your arm and turns you around. you looked at him shocked but was even more shocked at what he did next. he closed the gap between you two, grabbing your waist to pull you in. your body tenses up but slowly relaxed as you run your fingers through his hair.
his hands traveled to you ass, squeezing it from underneath your skirt to earn a moan from you. as his lips traveled to you neck you couldnβt believe what was happening. βwait wait.β you whined, feeling his lips on your collarbone. βI donβt understand, why me.β
βWhy not you? Iβve loved you ever since that day in the cafe.β he confessed with hands still on your waist. βme too.β you nodded, smiling up at him. felix grabbed your neck and kissed you again, you moaned at the feeling of his hands on you, itβs so much better than your imagination.
βwait we canβt do this here.β you put your hand on his chest, feeling his toned chest. βyouβre right.β felix then took your hand in his but you wanted to ask about his friends but didnβt care, you wanted him. he took you to his dorm and neither you nor felix felt like it was real but it was. βthis is forward but Iβve wanted to fuck you for so long.β your heart pounded in your chest at what he said. felix took your hand and lead you to his bed and sat down with you standing in front of him.
some how you were bold enough to straddle him and wrap your arms around his neck. βfuck youβre beautiful.β he groaned before kissing you again. his hand rested at your hips, underneath your skirt. βshow me how much you love me.β he whispered into your mouth. you then pushed his chest down to lean down and kiss him. he smiles into the kiss, trailing his hand to you ass with a smack to get a reaction that he was pleased with.
soon enough, you couldnβt take the foreplay and started taking your shirt off. felix watched you yank your shirt off on his lap, leaving you in a lace bra. the color of the bra matched your skin tone really well and made you look like a angel in his eyes. βyou donβt have to take it off if you donβt want to.β felix says even though he would love to see your tits. βno itβs fine.β you then unclipped the back of the bra, letting it fall revealing your chest to him. he couldnβt help but to touch them, taking your nipples in between his fingers. βfelix please.β he instantly flipped you on your back and started to take your other clothes off, leaving you bare.
you rushed to get his clothes off as well, until he was completely bare. βspread your legs for me, love.β while you spread your legs you took a peek at his cock, it was bigger than you imagined. βpretty pussy.β he muttered. he stared at the dark brown lips along with the pink cunt. βthank you.β you mumbled, shyly.
he started to rub your clit with his thumb earning a moan from you. βfeels good?β you bit your lip and nodded as he continued to rub you. he licked a stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit. your breath hitch when his tongue made the perfect rhythm. your hand tugged on his brown locks. he groaned at the pain, swirling his tongue around your clit, making you feel like fireworks on the forth of july.
βfelix.β you cried out as your body prepares for a release. βmβgonna-β you didnβt even get to finish your sentence as your body finally came to a release, making you whine.
βfuck me, felix.β
with that being said, felix climbs on top of you, starting to postion his cock to your cunt before giving in a powerful thrust with a growl. without a warning he started to pound into your pussy. βfuck felix!β feeling a coil build up in your stomach.
he palmed tour brown tits as he speeds up his thrust. βfeel good, love?β he asked while watching you face full up with pleasure. the look on his face alone would make you cum, his eyebrows were clenched while he bit his lip in pure ecstasy.
βI-β he starts, not knowing if he should finish his sentence. βI -shit- I love you.β he whimpers as wave of pleasure hit him. what he said almost made you cum as your toes curl when your close to your end. βI love you to.β you mewled, digging your nails in his back.
it took a couple of more thrusts for you and felix to cum, grunting and moan as the wave hits. felix flipped on the bed, pulling you on his chest. you drew invisible circles on his stomach has he plays with you braids, in between his fingers.
felix breaks the silence. βwill you come to saltburn with me?β felix asked, hoping you would say yes. βyes.β you muttered, softly with a smile. felix then wondered what would happen if he never gave you your coat or let you walk away. definitely not this.
ππππ πππππππ πππ ππππππ πππ while heβs in the middle of fucking you and covers your eyes with it instead.
He does it when heβs about to cum and he knows itβs going to be a powerful orgasm β a load so heavy that it seems like heβll never stop cumming β and he doesnβt want you to see him lose control.
βIβm soβ¦Iβm so close,β he grunts. βI canβt hold it, baby. I canβt.β
He gets so embarrassed over the way he canβt even hold his body up anymore, despite being the worldβs strongest sorcerer. Right now, with your pussy milking him like this, heβs nothing more than a trembling, moaning mess, his body pressed against yours as his shaky breaths pats against your face.
Beads of sweat start to coat his forehead, and his own loud, uncontrollable moans make his cheeks and ears turn red.
But he doesnβt stop thrusting in and out of you β not until he finishes deeply inside.
However, he doesnβt take the blindfold off of you just yet. Sorry, but he likes your cluelessness; the way you have no idea that heβs lowering his head in between your thighs until he starts to suddenly suck on your clit, and moaning as he does so.
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