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Clark Kent is an ass man.

NSFW below cut

-ass eating, ass fondling, quick make out sesh, lwk only read it again once so it’s practically a draft, hope u enjoy anyways

Clark Kent, also known as Superman, unbeknownst to most.

Superman, who saves lives, unbiasedly— to humans to squirrels, he is the definition of a superhero.

But even superheroes have to work long shifts; everybody must succumb to capitalism. Though he does enjoy his job, boasting about himself through a hidden identity and bringing justice to the public eye. Though, just as any other job, it could be quite tiring.

So he comes home with a warm feeling in his chest to see you.

Exhaustion weighs down his shoulders as he strides into your shared home, his coat left upon the designated coat hanger beside the door, his shoes kicked off, and his brief case left somewhere by the kitchen.

Finally, he wraps his hand around the handle of your bedroom. A careful smile appears on his tired face, and the subtle light brought in from the living room illuminates your figure.

His breath hitches at the sight, he can’t help it.

Clark Kent is a gentleman, of course!— Everyone knows it.

He holds the door open for everyone, says please and thank you with a shy little smile, offers to help everyone with everything, and is ever so careful with you.

And in the most gentleman way he could say it, he loves the view.

You’re in your house clothes, your his baggy tee and short shorts, wrapped in the covers with your back facing him and one leg sticking out to give him the best view of the rest up. He was just so pent up, but it would be so rude to just wake you from your slumber. So biting his bottom lip, he carefully closed the door behind him and made his way inside.

The lamp by the bedside which you insisted on having on 24/7 gave him enough light to slip out of his button up and work slacks, leaving him in his boxers which was good enough in his opinion. Impatience sparked through him as he slipped into the tiny space you left for him from moving around in your sleep. He tried his best to be careful, cringing at the squeak of the mattress as he tried to shuffle beside you, his large body soon brushing against yours, nudging you carefully.

He laid on his side, sighing in relief as he was about to wrap his arms around you. The weariness from his long days work crawling amongst him, making him crave your body that he’s found as home. But soon from all his movement your head tilted up and he was met with your drowsy expression.

“Clark…” You mumbled carefully, to which he shushed you and pulled you into his arms. Adjusting so your head would be buried into his chest.

He was beginning to get comfortable, until his eyes wandered down to the round of your ass peaking from your short shorts. You only wore them around the house, and usually he had good self restraint. Sure, it was a real nice view, but you in general were the epitome of attraction. But with stress and frustration piled up in his head, he craved more than usual.

And he didn’t wanna be disrespectful or cross any boundaries, nibbling on his bottom lip anxiously as his large hand traveled down to your lower back.

A quiet gasp of shock from being caught off guard left him as he felt the pairs of your soft lips grazing his jugular, a quiet ‘how was work’ slipping past them, the words brushing against his skin.

“Fine,” he managed to mutter, distracted. “Oh—I mean, it was kind of stressful.”

You hummed in return, leaning up slightly. “Wanna talk about it?” A careful coo.

“Don’t wanna interrupt your sleep,” Clark would then remark, earning a quiet huff.

“M’basically up…” You���d assure, lips beginning to press little kisses to Clark’s skin carefully.

His breath would hitch once more, and this time you felt it in the way the muscles in his neck strained. You felt as his hands would run lower, his palms enveloping the space just above your rear. “I just missed you,” is what he’d mumble, and with that you’d cradle the sides of his face, leaning up to press your lips against his.

Carefully, you’d let your tongue run across his lips, prompting them open. The two of you would explore each other, gentle and curious, tongues flicking across teeth and meeting in the middle. His large hand would now hold the back of your head, fingers running through your hair, curling it in his pointer and middle absentmindedly.

Your hands would then run down, across his chest, his abs, and up the biceps of his arms. It ran a shiver down his spine, and as you would grasp at whatever you could he would take it as an invitation. His touch light at first as he would rub your lower back, running up your waist, and the one hand going down.

He grasped your ass with care, his touch was never harsh. Just feeling the fat in your rear made him groan, and the touch had you gasping. With both of your noises syncing, he’d let out a breathy, lighthearted chuckle.

“Missed you so much,” he would then sigh as you two parted, his eyes glancing down to where his hand held the fat of you, his other hand faltering to then hold your hips.

“Feel like you missed something specifically,” you’d grin, a huff of a laugh slipping past your words. You always noticed his entrancement of your curves downward, but you knew he tried to keep it subtle. Despite this, you were curious of this side of him, and it was finally Friday.

His cheeks would bloom a muted pink, feeling a little hot now. He just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable— “We can try something if you’d like,” you would then say, interrupting his beginning train of thought.

Clark’s brows would rise, his lips parting ever so slightly in curiosity. “What’d you have in mind?”

———

Let’s say one thing led to another.

Hands grasping at fat and soon tearing your shorts off, long gone somewhere along the carpeted floor.

You were held down with your stomach flat on the mattress to allow him access to one of his most favorite parts of you, his arms wrapped around your thighs, hands gently rubbing the underside of your knees. His mouth traveled along the planes on your thighs. He wasn’t harsh or mean, but it was enough to leave a few marks and most importantly leave you huffing and squirming.

He would then move his hands to fondle your cheeks, his thumb drifting beneath your panties to begin sliding them off. You huffed, legs shuffling impatiently over his shoulders, causing Clark to chuckle.

Clark would then finally tear away your last garment, bringing it over your knees and away from your ankles to then the bedroom floor.

And he was like a starved man, his fingers grasping at your ass as his tongue ravenously licked a long stripe from your clit, hole, and the second hole above that. It made you gasp, back arching as you looked up over your shoulder to which his actions faltered.

His eyes were a little wide, his pupils subtly dilated, and he seemed a little breathless. The silence and the overall position he had you in made your face a little pink. Nobody had ever done that—but if you were being honest, the feeling wasn’t unwanted.

Clark felt a little anxious after, worried about possibly bringing you into any discomfort. He was just really in the moment. “Was that… was that okay?” He would then ask, looking up at you.

You felt a little bit dazed, you didn’t want him to stop now. “No—I mean yes!— That was okay, just please keep going.”

“Are you sure?” Damn Clark and his constant double checking which you love so much but not when nothing but need runs through your body. “Yes! Yes—“

He then went right back to work, hands carefully gripping your hips, keeping himself busy as his fingers formed indents of your fat beneath them. His mouth pressed heavy, open mouth kisses to your hole, making your lips fall open and your brows furrow. Whines slipping past you and he moved his head up and down across your clit.

His mouth then traveled back up to your asshole, that unfamiliar feeling creeping back within you and making your back arch. It made you gasp, and that gave Clark a smile. This is what he needed after a long day.

His tongue pressed against the slit there, and holy, it was a new sensation. His finger soon incorporated, using your slick to lubricate before curling into your g-spot while his mouth stimulated your anus.

Soon a second fingers was added, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. All this foreplay was really doing a number on you.

Your hands gripped the sheets, teeth biting into your bottom lip, making your sounds just a bit muffled.

He ate your ass out like your body made nectar, and he was addicted to the taste. His fingers plunging in and out, painstakingly slow but soso deep. It was mind numbing.

He eased you into your orgasm, holding you down with his strong arms as you squirmed and cried, taking careful nips of your ass cheek and going back to lapping up your anus with his tongue. Soon, you’d cum around his fingers, hard because it felt so good and soft at his careful handling.

He didn’t want anything else from you but this, getting off merely at the sight of you as he leaned up and kneaded your ass carefully. He would attempt to kiss you but you’d huff and complain about how he was just all up in you. He’d ease you into it one day, especially because from now he knew he could eat you out every day after a long shift.

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