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He’d been out all night. Evacuating an apartment building from a fire, preventing a gas leak, helping an old lady cross the road, saving a cat from a tree. And now he had to write an article. About himself.
No matter how hard he tried to pretend he was focused on the task at hand, his eyes kept drifting up to the woman in the kitchen. The scent of brownies wafting through their entire apartment as she pulled them out of the oven.
“Are you done, Clark?” She peers over her shoulder when she catches him looking for the fifth time.
“No.” He grumbles, running a hand over his face.
“You know you don’t have to finish the whole thing tonight, right?” She walks up to where he’s sitting on the couch, hand resting on her hip, “You’ve been up for two days, it’ll probably help your writing too if you give your brain a rest.”
“You know I don’t need to slee–”
He stops abruptly when she raises her brows at him, reminders of his last run of all-nighters flooding back. He’d developed a strange flu that took months to leave his body entirely, which was terrifying for both of them given that his DNA could fight off most everything.
“Let me give it a go for ten more minutes, then I’ll put it away.”
“Fine.” She shrugs, checking the time before settling down next to him with a book.
The ten minutes go by with him huffing and puffing. Typing a sentence before deleting the whole thing in frustration. Pulling up the pictures Jimmy had taken for inspiration before quitting those tabs in abashment. Opening and closing Dictionary.com in hopes for a sudden revelation.
Eventually, he feels her move next to him, shuffling to close the gap between them. She waits a minute before yawning and casually resting her head on his shoulder. His fingers briefly pause over the keyboard before he continues writing another redundant sentence.
He groans pinching the bridge of his nose, unaware of the way her hand moves to rest on his knee. She squeezes it gently in an act of support, but her intentions aren’t as pure. Turning her head slightly to place soft kisses along the curve of his neck, her hand drifts to his thigh.
“It’s hard, huh?” She mumbles innocently, the insinuation sending heat straight to his core.
“Sweetheart…” he starts warily, voice shaky, “What are you doing?”
“Hm?” She smiles against his skin, hand continuing to trail up his leg, “Nothing.”
“Well,” His breath hitches as her fingers near his groin, “This is clearly not ‘nothing’.”
“It’s been ten minutes.”
“Yes, I know, but–”
“Have you made any progress?”
His lips seal shut.
“You can keep working if you really want to,” she murmurs into the crook of his neck, “But if you want me to stop, I need you to tell me.”
A beat passes. His hands are on her in a flurry of motion. Grip firm on her hips as he picks her up, legs wrapping around his waist.
His lips immediately attach to hers, one hand moving to tangle in her hair as he tries to pull her impossibly closer.
“Don’t even think about it,” he pants, “The darn article can wait.”
Blindly walking them to the bedroom, he lays her down carefully, never losing contact. His arms settle on either side of her head, sighing contentedly when her lips part to allow him entrance.
Her hands move to his t-shirt, tugging at the fabric to pull him closer. She whimpers as he drops the slightest amount of body weight on her, hips rolling up to meet his. He groans at the contact, his forehead falling to hers.
The heated look in her eyes calms him somehow. Even after his late nights, other-worldly quirks, and the list of baggage he finds to be at fault within himself – she still wants him.
He closes the gap to kiss her again. This time with more leisure, trying to memorise every crease of her lips.
“Missed you,” he murmurs into the kiss, “So much.”
They’ve seen each other every day, but she doesn’t question or call him out on it. She knows what he means.
Her fingers carefully card through his hair, entangling in the curls. The article, the brownies, any responsibilities long forgotten.
Hands slipping under her dress, he carefully brings it over her head, not wanting to add to the list of clothing she’s lost due to his eagerness. Relief floods his body once she’s bare under him, like it always does.
He immediately leans down to place soft kisses all over her hips and stomach. Looking up at her when his fingers tentatively approach her bra, “May I?”
Before he can process any response, she’s reaching back herself, unclipping it and tossing it haphazardly. He laughs lightly, immediately leaning down to pepper soft kisses all over her chest. “Missed these too,” his voice muffled against her skin.
She gasps when his lips wrap around her nipple, soothing it over with his tongue. He takes his time, his hand gently massaging her other breast before swapping over.
“Clark,” she whines.
“Mm?” He hums passively, entirely enamoured with his current duty.
“Need you.”
He chuckles, switching sides again, “I’m right here.”
“All of you.”
“Oh,” he stills, “Right. Yes.”
Scrambling to his knees, his thumbs hook into her panties to pull them down. He settles between her legs, but before he can level his mouth to her core she gently tugs at his hair.
His brows furrow in confusion as he pulls back, “I thought you–”
She shakes her head, fingers slipping under the waistband of his plaid pyjama pants, “Not necessary.”
He sits back on his calves, the lines deepening on his forehead, “Sweetheart, we can’t just jump right into it.”
They’d finally figured out an ideal routine to get her ready for him, after she realised he’d been holding back in fear of hurting her. And this spontaneity was definitely not a part of that routine.
“We can,” she waves him off, “It’s fine.”
“Uh, no, I don’t think so–”
“I already handled it,” she blurts out.
“Pardon?” His voice hitches up in shock, “What do you mean you ‘already handled it’?”
Her cheeks flare up at having to spell it out for him, muttering out as quickly as possible, “I mean, I took care of myself before you got home so we could… jump right into it.”
His lips part and close as he takes in the new information, the heat in his groin spreading throughout his body. Eyes softening when he studies her face, he leans down to kiss her forehead, “I’m sorry. Needed me and I made you wait so long. Let’s take care of that.”
Within seconds his clothes are off. Throbbing length in his hand as he hovers over her, eyes flicking up to hers.
He’s too shy to ask usually, but after the week he’s had, he needs to see it. Needs to see how well she takes him despite all their inherent differences.
It’s as if she can read his mind as soon as his lips part, speaking up before he can start.
“Whatever you need,” she smiles softly, kissing his arm beside her head.
An exasperated groan leaves his lips at her understanding, at how unafraid she is of his anatomy. Leaning down to catch her lips in a bruising kiss, his fingers carefully brush the nape of her neck as he directs his cock to her entrance.
He pulls back slightly, hesitating briefly before his eyes flash. The unobstructed view of his tip nudging through her tight walls sends him whimpering, head dropping at the intimate sight.
Going entirely still when he hears her heartbeat pick up, he lifts his head to study her face. The discomfort isn’t obvious, but he can read her well enough from the furrow of her brows and the way her grip on his arms tightens.
“Doesn’t feel good?” He murmurs, voice strained as he holds back.
“Oh, no!” She adds quickly when he moves to pull out, “No, it does, I just don’t think I did a very good job of…”
“Couldn’t take care of yourself as well as I do, hm?” He smiles cheekily when she narrows her eyes at him. “That’s okay. We learn from our mistakes,” he nuzzles into the crook of her neck, trailing soft kisses up to her jaw, “And next time you’ll be more patient and wait until I’m home. Yes?”
She nods.
“Words, sweetheart.” He murmurs as he kisses her.
“Yes.”
He smiles against her lips, starting to move again at an agonising pace. She laughs as he peppers kisses all over her face to distract her, not stopping until he feels her core draw him in ever so slightly.
Eyes flashing when he looks down again, his hips stutter when he sees through her – sees how her walls flutter around him every time he pushes deeper. His eyes are locked onto how she coaxes him in languidly, committing the vision to his memory. Her soft sounds of pleasure loosen his control as he inches further into her, pupils blazing when he watches his thick head finally graze her cervix.
“Gosh,” he whispers breathlessly, “Look at us.”
His fingers trace the length of him as it breaches through her, eyes lighting up as he angles himself perfectly to press against her G-spot. She cries out a moan, back arching as she tries to take him impossibly deeper.
“Wish you could see this too,” voice trembling in awe, regardless of how many times she’s let him use his powers during sex. “Taking me so beautifully,” he struggles to tear his eyes away, but he’s rewarded by the look on her face. Lips bitten raw, cheeks flushed, eyes full of adoration.
His fingers gently push down on the bulge of his tip in her belly, “Feel that?”
She nods, clenching around him with a whimper, making him hiss at the pressure.
“Like you were made just for me,” he smiles softly as he leans down to kiss her.
Humming passively in agreement, her nails imprint crescent moons into his biceps as she tries to pace herself with deep breaths. “Just for you, Clark,” she babbles against his lips, mind in a daze, “All of you. Feels so good, so full every time.”
And though he prides himself on his humility, her words rush straight to his ego – and his cock. Length pulsing inside of her, his eyes frantically search hers for consent before it’s too late. She nods eagerly, fingers twisting into his shirt in hopes that it’ll keep him close, “Please. Don’t even think about depriving me of that.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, hands moving to her waist to ground himself, thumbs gently brushing over her skin to mollify the eventual sting inside her. Grunting as the pincers protract, his eyes flash at her wince, catching how they latch onto her walls.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whines, losing any semblance of control as he watches his cock pump ropes of his release deep inside her.
Lips parting in a weak wail, her legs wrap around him to keep him in place. Feeling him at such a depth sends her tumbling through her own orgasm, eyes squeezing shut as she convulses around him.
“Thank you, love you so much,” he groans breathlessly. Kissing away the tears rolling down her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, he whispers against the wet skin, “That’s it, doing so good for me. So, so perfect.”
The pressure doesn’t let up, and neither does he. Grinding deeper and further every time he pumps into her, his hand moves to her chest. His touch is worshipful, fingers carefully plying at the tissue before tracing her nipples. She struggles to formulate any thoughts, his name leaving her lips in desperate pleas for more.
Intent to show her how grateful he is for her generosity, he works her towards another orgasm. He moves slower, harder, his pubic bone abrading her clit at his every maneuver.
“Just a little more,” he pants, his actions relentless, “I know my pretty girl can take it.”
The continuous spurts of his cum and the overstimulation break her in no time, falling back a limp and whimpering mess. His head drops to her chest, entirely spent as she spasms around him.
“Geez,” he murmurs, head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure. “Need to stay like this for a bit, sweetheart. Can I?” He kisses along the curve of her breast as she nods, easing her down from her high. The pincers start to retract once his body recognises his seed has been thoroughly drained into its new home.
As her breathing levels out, he rests his chin on her sternum to look up at her, “‘m sorry. Should’ve given you more time.”
She huffs, fingers carding through his hair, “Quit apologising. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
He hums contentedly, absentmindedly tracing patterns on her flushed skin, “Well, then, thank you for putting up with… all of me.”
Lifting her head to look down at him, she raises her brows, “If this is what ‘putting up’ with you entails, I’m signing on for the rest of my life.”
He grins, his length twitching inside her at the promise.
“If that’s what my girl wants, that’s what she gets.”
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