Begging To Be Touched- AU Smallville fanfic
Title: Begging To Be Touched
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: None... unless Thirst counts.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, this would have actually happened. Nuff said.
Summary: Chloe's Halloween costume piques Clark's interest.
Warning(s): READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. There's some fetish-like stuff in said smut. If you're not into that, then don't read. Other than that, there's quite a bit of language. You have been warned.
Notes: A very AU, sexed-up version of Thirst. It was written as a gift for simplytoopretty, as part of the secret_chlark exchange, though I'd had the idea for at least a year and a half. The original idea was inspired by something allyouwanted wrote a couple years ago, and in my head, it just matured into something more. Thanks to robynadele0406 for the beta and for the encouragement! Feedback is amazing. <3
He wasn't used to being her boy friday. He had to admit it.
So when she mentioned the strange happenings she'd heard had been going on at a Met U-affiliated sorority, and had asked him to help her snoop, he wasn't exactly jumping for joy. Sororites and fraternities were not exactly at the top of his interests, since that little incident last year on the day he'd been invited to visit Met U for a possible football scholarship.
He definitely wasn't jumping for joy when she showed him a flyer for the sorority's annual Halloween party.
He raised an eyebrow. "A costume party?"
She nodded, giving him a look. "It's the perfect cover for us to get in there and poke around."
He frowned. "But, Chloe... you know how much I hate costumes."
"Oh, come on, mystery man." Chloe said with a grin. "You can even wear a mask to hide your secret identity."
He sighed. "Chlo..."
She tilted her head, and pouted a bit. "Come on... please?"
And with that, as much as he wanted to resist, he just couldn't.
He met her outside her dorm room two hours later, clothed in a black outfit, complete with a mask, hat, and a little black cape.
She opened the door slowly, only peeking her head out at first, and laughed. "Well, hello, Zorro. Where's your sword?"
He chuckled. "Left it at home. Didn't see a need for it."
"Yeah, no need for a piece of metal when you can protect with your bare hands." She opened the door fully, and moved to step out.
His eyes widened a bit when he saw what she was wearing.
A Catholic schoolgirl outfit.
Chloe Sullivan was dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl.
She was clad in a short red and black plaid miniskirt, a little white shirt that was partially unbuttoned and tied up at the bottom, and knee-high hose. Her hair was in pigtails, and she'd somehow gotten a little black dot on her face, that looked pretty similar to a mole. Chunky oxford shoes adorned her feet, and she was carrying a little purse in her hands.
He realized he was staring, and felt a slight burning in his eyes, and quickly shook his head, trying to shake away the haze.
"Um... you ready?"
She nodded, closing the door behind her. "Yep. Let's go, farmboy."
They reached the sorority in just under ten minutes, and once they got there, Clark began to blush when he realized that Chloe was using him to get in.
The girl who opened the door asked for an invitation, which they obviously didn't have. The girl obviously thought Clark was cute, and Chloe worked it to their advantage, notifying the girl that if she let them in, maybe "Carlos", her date, would dance with her later. It worked like a charm.
She reached for his hand, leading him inside, and, because of how cramped the sorority was, he ended up behind her.
But he wasn't complaining. Not one bit. Because, from behind her, the view was amazing.
Chloe's skirt was a little bit shorter than he'd realized, and he swallowed hard when he realized there was just a little peek of her pink panties showing.
He tried to speak, if only to distract himself from said view, and ended up stuttering. "So, um... C-Carlos, huh?"
She glanced back at him with a smile. "Well... it starts with a C. Works well for an alias, I think." She eyed him. "Don't you think the cape is a little much?"
He glanced down at it, shaking his head. "Uh... no. I kinda like it. It's not too bad. It's the mask I'm not crazy about. It slides around...Blocks my vision a bit."
She laughed. "Now's a time that um... x-ray vision of yours comes in handy, huh?" Her words were murmured, but he heard them clearly.
She stopped in a nearly clear portion of the makeshift dance floor and glanced up at him. "So... you wanna split up? We may get more covered that way."
He barely heard her, because, in the moment she'd stopped, and he'd come to stand beside her, something had caught his gaze. And this time, it wasn't her panties.
Due to his height, he now had a perfect view down her top, giving him a peek at creamy, white lace-covered breasts.
"...Claark. Earth to Clark. Wake up, spaceman."
His head jerked up, and his eyes met hers.
There was a light blush in her cheeks, he noticed, and she looked a little uneasy.
"My face is up here, Kent." she said, a little pointedly.
"Uh... sorry." he managed to mutter, and cleared his throat again. "Um... what'd you say?"
"Do you want to split up, or would you rather stay with me?" she asked, and he swore he saw something strange stirring behind her eyes. And she was biting her lip, which made him detect some nervousness. He'd made her nervous. Great.
"Uh... I'd rather stay with you." he said quickly. A little too quickly.
She laughed, looking a little amused. "What, are you afraid little miss flirty turty who answered the door is going to maul you or something?"
"Um... maybe?" he asked, forcing a smile. "Uh... I'm not exactly... interested, so it wouldn't end well."
She nodded, eying him again, and then sighed. "Okay, then. Stick with me, I guess. I'm going upstairs. There's probably loads of stuff to snoop through up there."
Clark swallowed hard again. "Upstairs... yeah. Probably is."
She led the way, going ahead of him, and he followed, watching her every move.
He was suddenly, almost inexplicably, captivated by his best friend, and he didn't understand why. All he knew was that she was unbelievably hot as a schoolgirl.
And as she headed up the stairs, quite a distance ahead of him, he realized he knew something else.
His best friend had one hell of a gorgeous ass. She definitely had some curves he hadn't noticed until tonight, and that backside of hers was the main attraction, in the little plaid skirt.
He kept getting the urge to put his hands on it, to touch it, to slap it, even, and that stunned him a little. He felt like he should have been ashamed of his thoughts, or at least blushing profusely, but surprisingly he wasn't.
As she reached the top of the stairs, he realized just how much he wanted to yank off those pretty pink panties and touch her voluptuous booty, and felt himself grow hard at the thought. He groaned softly under his breath with frustration.
She paused, turning to look at him. "God, for a guy with superspeed, you sure are slow tonight."
He forced a sheepish little smile. "Um... sorry?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't apologize. Just come on."
She moved away from the stairs, and he followed after her when he finally reached the top.
He followed her into a room, an empty one, in which the door was open.
She immediately began opening drawers, looking for anything that might resemble a clue. On any other day, he might say that he was playing Fred to her Velma, but not tonight. Definitely not tonight. Because she was a hell of a lot hotter than Velma, and tonight, he certainly was nowhere near as stupid as Fred.
As she reached down for the bottom drawer, she bent over, and he groaned again, somewhat loudly. Her beautiful bottom was right there, nearly in his face, practically begging to be touched. The pink panties clung to her in just the right way, and staring at them, staring at her, seemed to be making him grow harder. God, he wanted to tap that ass. And hard. Somehow, he wasn't ashamed or embarrassed by that thought.
As if he had no control over his body, he advanced on her, until he was right behind her. His hand reached out, ready to just barely brush against her rump, when suddenly, she moved, bending over a little further, and said rump pushed right up against his raging hard-on. His eyes widened, and he got ready to panic.
He heard her gasp, clearly startled, and she jerked forward, her breasts bumping against the dresser. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes wide and blinking. She stared at him, and when she spoke, it was barely audible, but firm.
"What. Was that? That couldn't have been what I thought it was."
"And what do you think it was, Chlo?" He found himself asking. His blush was quite faint as he said the words, and even after he said the words. Granted, it was a rather stupid question, because from the look on her face, he could tell she already knew what it was. That much was painfully obvious.
She raised a brow, and eyed him. "I don't know, Clark... it kind of felt like Clark Jr. was out to play. ...Is he?" He could barely believe it when he saw her eyes shift downward to his crotch.
"Um, Clark... Junior?" he asked, clearing his throat nervously. "I, uh... I guess you could say that he is... sort of..."
"Sort... of? That must be a yes, cause there is no 'sort of' here. He's either up or down, so which one is it?"
"Um... well... he's definitely not down..."
A slow smile spread over her lips at his confession, and she looked downright amused. "You know... I have the vaguest idea that maybe, just maybe, you weren't caught in this particular condition because of that cute girl downstairs that answered the door... am I right?" The smile had turned into a full-fledged smirk by then, and she found herself taking a step closer to him. He backed up a little, feeling more than little nervous, and didn't answer her.
She dared to move forward, following him, and as he tried to step back again, he stumbled, falling back-first onto the only bed in the room.
She moved toward the foot of the bed, still smirking, and tilted her head, giggling. "Ooopsie."
He watched with wide, surprised eyes as she started to climb on the bed. "Chlo... w-what are you doing?"
She laughed. "What does it look like I'm doing, Clark? Clark Jr. needs to be taken care of... doesn't he?" She gave him a sugary-sweet smile as she leaned down over him.
Slowly, tentatively, her lips met his. It was gentle at first, but quickly turned into something more, as his hand raised, catching the back of her head. His long, thick fingers slipped into her hair, as his tongue brushed against hers.
Before long, he was pulling his mouth from hers, and with a deep, husky tone, spat out a single command. "Lock the door."
She was giggling again as she moved off him, and climbed off the bed. "God, you are so easy."
"Well, I think that might be a good thing to be..." he said, turning his head to watch her close and lock the door. "Especially tonight..."
"And what's so special about tonight?" she wondered, turning to look at him.
"Um... well... you look... really, really hot in that." He nodded at her outfit, and she blushed lightly.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Now get back over here."
She giggled again, and ran over, hopping onto the bed. She straddled him, even as he was starting to sit up a bit. She took the hat off his head, then grabbed at his mask, pulling it off and away.
"I think it's time to get rid of Carlos... at least for a while. What do you say?" she asked, her hands going to his shirt.
"Sounds good to me." he said with a grin. His own hands went to her blouse, and then he paused in his actions. Seriousness filled his face, and he glanced up at her. "Chlo... are you sure you wanna do this? I mean... you... we don't have to, just because you feel... obligated or whatever."
"You mean... obligated as in... I'm the one who caused your little condition?" she asked, her little fingers working the shirt's buttons loose. "Well... while I realize I am responsible for your painfully obvious and raging hard-on, no, I don't feel obligated. I wouldn't be doing this unless I wanted to, Clark." She tilted her head, kissing his jaw, then the side of his neck. "I want to, Clark. I want you."
He sighed softly, closing his eyes momentarily. "You do realize you're babbling a bit, right?"
She smiled and giggled a bit, leaning back. "Yeah, maybe a little." She paused, just as he had, and glanced down at his hands, which were still in front of her chest. "You gonna touch them, or are ya just gonna think about it?"
His hands finally moved, pushing the little white blouse open, but not taking it off. "I wanted to... was planning to, actually." He pushed the cups of her lacy little bra down, revealing the most beautiful pair of breasts he thought he'd ever seen. He licked his lips, feeling the urge to do a lot more than just touch them.
She worked open the last few buttons of his shirt. "Well, get to it, farmboy, we don't have all ni-iiight..." She trailed off with a moan, her eyes falling shut momentarily, as his big hands captured her breasts, giving them a light squeeze.
"Mmm, Clark..." she muttered, as his thumbs lightly brushed over her nipples.
He enjoyed the expression on her face, even if the part of her body he was touching wasn't the part he longed to touch the most. That area of her body was next, for sure.
"That what you wanted?" he asked, a slightly teasing tone to his voice. He watched her nod weakly. "Is that how you like them to be touched?"
"Mmm well it does feel good..." she whispered, leaning into his touch. "But maybe later, we get a little more... in-depth."
"You wanna teach me?" He quirked a brow, and she only nodded again. "I think I might like the sound of that..."
"Oh, you might...?" she trailed off, gasping softly as his curious fingers lightly pinched her nipples.
"I... I wanna know what turns you on, Chloe..." he murmured, his voice heavy and low. He was being honest, a bit of vulnerability showing through with his desire.
She slitted her eyes open a bit, as his hands slowly released her breasts, moving downward. They cascaded down her sides at the same slow pace.
"You want to know the short, simple answer to that, Clark?" she whispered, as his hands stopped at her hips. "You. You turn me on, Clark."
He chuckled softly. "Just me? In general?" All he got out of her was, yet again, a nod. "Thanks for the clarification..."
She leaned her forehead against his. "I don't care what you do to me, Clark... just as long as you're the one doing it."
As he looked into her eyes, he felt a certain pull, and it certainly wasn't below his belt. There was a certain sweetness to her words, that he found that he liked.
He couldn't think of an adequate response to what she'd said, so instead, he just pushed his lips forward, lightly brushing them over hers. She seemed to accept that response, and responded back, kissing him back, a little harder, her arms raising to go around his neck. His mouth opened to hers, and he groaned quietly when her tongue brushed against his.
His hands slowly slid down and around to the glorious curve known as her ass, and squeezed there, finally. She squirmed against him, gasping into his mouth, and he realized he liked this reaction even better than her previous reactions. She was now pretty much rubbing against him, and it felt pretty good. No, scratch that. It felt damn good.
One finger found its way to the edge of her panties, causing the little piece of elastic to lightly slap against the skin at the back of her thigh. She jumped against him, startled by the action, and thus broke their kiss. "These... off... now, please?"
She let out a couple of hot breaths against his lips, and moved off him just long enough to rid herself of her panties. Then she was back, her hands reaching for the zipper of his black pants.
He watched, laying back on the bed, as she unzipped his pants, and then let out a low grunt as she reached inside both his pants and his boxers, and touched him. She started to stroke him, her hand exploring him, even as she worked to free him of his confines.
"God, Clark..." she muttered. "I know I've called you the Man of Steel before as a joke, but I had no idea... if you get any harder..." She trailed off, giggling a bit.
She finally pulled his rock-hard cock free, and continued to move her hand over him as her eyes went to his face. "I wish we had time... to take our time, but... like I said... we really don't have all night."
He could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to do more, she wanted to take the time to get to explore his body, to get to know it. He wanted to do the same with hers. But they had come here for a reason, and if they wanted to get something accomplished in that area, anything they did would have to be quick.
"Just take me, Chlo." he whispered. "Take me... we've got time to take things slow later."
The look in her eyes indicated she was a little surprised by that, but knew that he meant it.
Still grasping his straining shaft in her hand, she moved to straddle him. As she did, her skirt moved just slightly, giving him a flash of her femininity. He swallowed hard, and knew he'd be exploring that part of her later with every means neccessary.
Her eyes met and held his as she slowly lowered herself over him. She gasped softly, clearly in surprise and not pain, as her body worked to accomodate his.
"Oh, God, Clark..." she murmured, shifting over him a little, one hand on his chest, as she attempted to brace herself.
He groaned at her actions, his hands gripping her hips, but not too hard. He was only a little surprised at his level of control, given how amazing it felt for her little body to be wrapped around his.
She slowly raised herself, then pushed her hips downward again, seeking out a rhythm.
The first few moment of their connection seemed to be slow and savored, but before long, she was rocking her hips against his, her beautiful breasts swaying a bit with her efforts. He felt like he was hypnotized, watching her move over him, slowly starting to drown in pleasure, in her.
"Chloe..." he whispered her name, and felt his hands sliding down again. His fingers lightly brushed over her voluptuous backside, and she barely seemed to notice. But, boy, did she ever notice it when some of those fingers came together, and smacked one of those rosy cheeks.
She gasped, her head falling back, as she thrusted her hips against his sharply. He groaned at the movement, his eyes falling shut.
Moments later, he was surprised by what he heard.
"Oooh... do that again..."
His eyes opened, only to find her looking down at him with eyes completely glazed over in passion.
"Please?" she asked him, still moving over him, but a bit slower than before.
He did it again, just as she asked, and she cried out again, her hips slamming against his.
"Oh God... harder, Clark."
He raised a brow, a smirk touching the corners of his lips. "Somebody likes being spanked..."
"I like being spanked by you." she whispered, correcting him. "Harder."
He slapped her ass again, a little bit harder, and she practically bounced against him.
He found he wasn't exactly complaining about her little kink. Especially because, for one, he pretty much liked touching her ass, and two, every time she bounced on his cock, it felt pretty fucking fabulous.
She moaned, rocking her hips against his a little faster. "A little harder... please?"
A bit of worry filled his eyes as he looked up at her. "A-Are you sure, Chlo? I... I could really hurt you if I hit too hard..."
She looked touched by his concern, and something filled her eyes that he didn't quite recognize. "I trust you..." she whispered. "I trust you, Clark."
He, in turn, looked touched by her words, and moved to sit up, his arms going around her. His lips pressed to hers, kissing her hard and deep.
As her hips lowered again, he met her halfway, and she moaned and writhed against him. He groaned, feeling his cock start to twitch inside of her.
In the moment their hips met again, his hand moved downward, and struck her backside again, much harder than before. She cried out, then whimpered, as her head fell back again, and her breasts bounced against his chest. She trembled in his arms, and he knew she was close, just as close as he was.
"Oh, God... Clark... I think I'm gonna..."
Before she could finish the sentence, his hand slapped her ass again.
"Come for me." he whispered, through gritted teeth, struggling to hold on. He, for some reason, desperately wanted them to come together. "Come for me, Chloe."
She drove down against him once more, and as she did, he spanked her one last time.
Her head fell back again, a long, anguished cry of his name spilling from her lips as she shattered over him, practically bouncing on his lap again as she did. He shuddered violently beneath her, exploding into her molten hot core.
Even he was breathing heavily as she fell against him, trembling all over, clinging to him as if her very life depended on it.
As he felt himself start to recover, he lightly pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his hand gently rubbing the rosy cheek she'd practically begged him to abuse.
She seemed to have trouble finding her voice, but eventually, it came to her, a little hoarse. "I'm probably going to have an enormous bruise in the morning, but I'm not sure I care." She tilted her head back to look at him. "If you can make me come like that, then I really, really don't give a damn."
A slow, shy smile spread over his lips, and he began to laugh.
She waited a minute or so longer before forcing herself up and off of him, giving him a quick kiss before reaching down to pick up her panties. If he was being honest, he hated to see her put them back on, but they did have a little work to do.
He sighed, a little regretfully, and moved to sit on the side of the bed.
She turned to face him again, fixing her bra and her blouse.
"Next time... I think we should try the Reversed Cowgirl."
He glanced over at her, and raised a brow as he zipped his pants. "The what?"
"Reversed Cowgirl..." She raised a brow back at him. "Please tell me you've heard of it."
"Um... not sure." He eyed her curiously.
She blinked. "Oh, you poor, sheltered farmboy." She sighed, a little overdramatically, reaching down to help him button his shirt. "You still have so much to learn."
"Um... And you're gonna teach me, right?" he asked, looking a little hopeful.
She broke into a huge grin, one of those impish little Chloe Sullivan grins. "Well, DUH, you big dumb alien." She was teasing, and it made him roll his eyes. "What kind of sidekick would I be if I didn't at least offer?" He chuckled in response, and she giggled back at him. "Now come on... let's get back to work." She pressed another quick kiss to his lips, before moving over to the door.
He stood and shook his head, following after her as she darted out of the room.
Back to work, as usual.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Chlark
Spoilers: None... unless Thirst counts.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, this would have actually happened. Nuff said.
Summary: Chloe's Halloween costume piques Clark's interest.
Warning(s): READ: This is for mature audiences only. To be blunt, it's smutty, people. There's some fetish-like stuff in said smut. If you're not into that, then don't read. Other than that, there's quite a bit of language. You have been warned.
Notes: A very AU, sexed-up version of Thirst. It was written as a gift for simplytoopretty, as part of the secret_chlark exchange, though I'd had the idea for at least a year and a half. The original idea was inspired by something allyouwanted wrote a couple years ago, and in my head, it just matured into something more. Thanks to robynadele0406 for the beta and for the encouragement! Feedback is amazing. <3
He wasn't used to being her boy friday. He had to admit it.
So when she mentioned the strange happenings she'd heard had been going on at a Met U-affiliated sorority, and had asked him to help her snoop, he wasn't exactly jumping for joy. Sororites and fraternities were not exactly at the top of his interests, since that little incident last year on the day he'd been invited to visit Met U for a possible football scholarship.
He definitely wasn't jumping for joy when she showed him a flyer for the sorority's annual Halloween party.
He raised an eyebrow. "A costume party?"
She nodded, giving him a look. "It's the perfect cover for us to get in there and poke around."
He frowned. "But, Chloe... you know how much I hate costumes."
"Oh, come on, mystery man." Chloe said with a grin. "You can even wear a mask to hide your secret identity."
He sighed. "Chlo..."
She tilted her head, and pouted a bit. "Come on... please?"
And with that, as much as he wanted to resist, he just couldn't.
He met her outside her dorm room two hours later, clothed in a black outfit, complete with a mask, hat, and a little black cape.
She opened the door slowly, only peeking her head out at first, and laughed. "Well, hello, Zorro. Where's your sword?"
He chuckled. "Left it at home. Didn't see a need for it."
"Yeah, no need for a piece of metal when you can protect with your bare hands." She opened the door fully, and moved to step out.
His eyes widened a bit when he saw what she was wearing.
A Catholic schoolgirl outfit.
Chloe Sullivan was dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl.
She was clad in a short red and black plaid miniskirt, a little white shirt that was partially unbuttoned and tied up at the bottom, and knee-high hose. Her hair was in pigtails, and she'd somehow gotten a little black dot on her face, that looked pretty similar to a mole. Chunky oxford shoes adorned her feet, and she was carrying a little purse in her hands.
He realized he was staring, and felt a slight burning in his eyes, and quickly shook his head, trying to shake away the haze.
"Um... you ready?"
She nodded, closing the door behind her. "Yep. Let's go, farmboy."
They reached the sorority in just under ten minutes, and once they got there, Clark began to blush when he realized that Chloe was using him to get in.
The girl who opened the door asked for an invitation, which they obviously didn't have. The girl obviously thought Clark was cute, and Chloe worked it to their advantage, notifying the girl that if she let them in, maybe "Carlos", her date, would dance with her later. It worked like a charm.
She reached for his hand, leading him inside, and, because of how cramped the sorority was, he ended up behind her.
But he wasn't complaining. Not one bit. Because, from behind her, the view was amazing.
Chloe's skirt was a little bit shorter than he'd realized, and he swallowed hard when he realized there was just a little peek of her pink panties showing.
He tried to speak, if only to distract himself from said view, and ended up stuttering. "So, um... C-Carlos, huh?"
She glanced back at him with a smile. "Well... it starts with a C. Works well for an alias, I think." She eyed him. "Don't you think the cape is a little much?"
He glanced down at it, shaking his head. "Uh... no. I kinda like it. It's not too bad. It's the mask I'm not crazy about. It slides around...Blocks my vision a bit."
She laughed. "Now's a time that um... x-ray vision of yours comes in handy, huh?" Her words were murmured, but he heard them clearly.
She stopped in a nearly clear portion of the makeshift dance floor and glanced up at him. "So... you wanna split up? We may get more covered that way."
He barely heard her, because, in the moment she'd stopped, and he'd come to stand beside her, something had caught his gaze. And this time, it wasn't her panties.
Due to his height, he now had a perfect view down her top, giving him a peek at creamy, white lace-covered breasts.
"...Claark. Earth to Clark. Wake up, spaceman."
His head jerked up, and his eyes met hers.
There was a light blush in her cheeks, he noticed, and she looked a little uneasy.
"My face is up here, Kent." she said, a little pointedly.
"Uh... sorry." he managed to mutter, and cleared his throat again. "Um... what'd you say?"
"Do you want to split up, or would you rather stay with me?" she asked, and he swore he saw something strange stirring behind her eyes. And she was biting her lip, which made him detect some nervousness. He'd made her nervous. Great.
"Uh... I'd rather stay with you." he said quickly. A little too quickly.
She laughed, looking a little amused. "What, are you afraid little miss flirty turty who answered the door is going to maul you or something?"
"Um... maybe?" he asked, forcing a smile. "Uh... I'm not exactly... interested, so it wouldn't end well."
She nodded, eying him again, and then sighed. "Okay, then. Stick with me, I guess. I'm going upstairs. There's probably loads of stuff to snoop through up there."
Clark swallowed hard again. "Upstairs... yeah. Probably is."
She led the way, going ahead of him, and he followed, watching her every move.
He was suddenly, almost inexplicably, captivated by his best friend, and he didn't understand why. All he knew was that she was unbelievably hot as a schoolgirl.
And as she headed up the stairs, quite a distance ahead of him, he realized he knew something else.
His best friend had one hell of a gorgeous ass. She definitely had some curves he hadn't noticed until tonight, and that backside of hers was the main attraction, in the little plaid skirt.
He kept getting the urge to put his hands on it, to touch it, to slap it, even, and that stunned him a little. He felt like he should have been ashamed of his thoughts, or at least blushing profusely, but surprisingly he wasn't.
As she reached the top of the stairs, he realized just how much he wanted to yank off those pretty pink panties and touch her voluptuous booty, and felt himself grow hard at the thought. He groaned softly under his breath with frustration.
She paused, turning to look at him. "God, for a guy with superspeed, you sure are slow tonight."
He forced a sheepish little smile. "Um... sorry?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't apologize. Just come on."
She moved away from the stairs, and he followed after her when he finally reached the top.
He followed her into a room, an empty one, in which the door was open.
She immediately began opening drawers, looking for anything that might resemble a clue. On any other day, he might say that he was playing Fred to her Velma, but not tonight. Definitely not tonight. Because she was a hell of a lot hotter than Velma, and tonight, he certainly was nowhere near as stupid as Fred.
As she reached down for the bottom drawer, she bent over, and he groaned again, somewhat loudly. Her beautiful bottom was right there, nearly in his face, practically begging to be touched. The pink panties clung to her in just the right way, and staring at them, staring at her, seemed to be making him grow harder. God, he wanted to tap that ass. And hard. Somehow, he wasn't ashamed or embarrassed by that thought.
As if he had no control over his body, he advanced on her, until he was right behind her. His hand reached out, ready to just barely brush against her rump, when suddenly, she moved, bending over a little further, and said rump pushed right up against his raging hard-on. His eyes widened, and he got ready to panic.
He heard her gasp, clearly startled, and she jerked forward, her breasts bumping against the dresser. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes wide and blinking. She stared at him, and when she spoke, it was barely audible, but firm.
"What. Was that? That couldn't have been what I thought it was."
"And what do you think it was, Chlo?" He found himself asking. His blush was quite faint as he said the words, and even after he said the words. Granted, it was a rather stupid question, because from the look on her face, he could tell she already knew what it was. That much was painfully obvious.
She raised a brow, and eyed him. "I don't know, Clark... it kind of felt like Clark Jr. was out to play. ...Is he?" He could barely believe it when he saw her eyes shift downward to his crotch.
"Um, Clark... Junior?" he asked, clearing his throat nervously. "I, uh... I guess you could say that he is... sort of..."
"Sort... of? That must be a yes, cause there is no 'sort of' here. He's either up or down, so which one is it?"
"Um... well... he's definitely not down..."
A slow smile spread over her lips at his confession, and she looked downright amused. "You know... I have the vaguest idea that maybe, just maybe, you weren't caught in this particular condition because of that cute girl downstairs that answered the door... am I right?" The smile had turned into a full-fledged smirk by then, and she found herself taking a step closer to him. He backed up a little, feeling more than little nervous, and didn't answer her.
She dared to move forward, following him, and as he tried to step back again, he stumbled, falling back-first onto the only bed in the room.
She moved toward the foot of the bed, still smirking, and tilted her head, giggling. "Ooopsie."
He watched with wide, surprised eyes as she started to climb on the bed. "Chlo... w-what are you doing?"
She laughed. "What does it look like I'm doing, Clark? Clark Jr. needs to be taken care of... doesn't he?" She gave him a sugary-sweet smile as she leaned down over him.
Slowly, tentatively, her lips met his. It was gentle at first, but quickly turned into something more, as his hand raised, catching the back of her head. His long, thick fingers slipped into her hair, as his tongue brushed against hers.
Before long, he was pulling his mouth from hers, and with a deep, husky tone, spat out a single command. "Lock the door."
She was giggling again as she moved off him, and climbed off the bed. "God, you are so easy."
"Well, I think that might be a good thing to be..." he said, turning his head to watch her close and lock the door. "Especially tonight..."
"And what's so special about tonight?" she wondered, turning to look at him.
"Um... well... you look... really, really hot in that." He nodded at her outfit, and she blushed lightly.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Now get back over here."
She giggled again, and ran over, hopping onto the bed. She straddled him, even as he was starting to sit up a bit. She took the hat off his head, then grabbed at his mask, pulling it off and away.
"I think it's time to get rid of Carlos... at least for a while. What do you say?" she asked, her hands going to his shirt.
"Sounds good to me." he said with a grin. His own hands went to her blouse, and then he paused in his actions. Seriousness filled his face, and he glanced up at her. "Chlo... are you sure you wanna do this? I mean... you... we don't have to, just because you feel... obligated or whatever."
"You mean... obligated as in... I'm the one who caused your little condition?" she asked, her little fingers working the shirt's buttons loose. "Well... while I realize I am responsible for your painfully obvious and raging hard-on, no, I don't feel obligated. I wouldn't be doing this unless I wanted to, Clark." She tilted her head, kissing his jaw, then the side of his neck. "I want to, Clark. I want you."
He sighed softly, closing his eyes momentarily. "You do realize you're babbling a bit, right?"
She smiled and giggled a bit, leaning back. "Yeah, maybe a little." She paused, just as he had, and glanced down at his hands, which were still in front of her chest. "You gonna touch them, or are ya just gonna think about it?"
His hands finally moved, pushing the little white blouse open, but not taking it off. "I wanted to... was planning to, actually." He pushed the cups of her lacy little bra down, revealing the most beautiful pair of breasts he thought he'd ever seen. He licked his lips, feeling the urge to do a lot more than just touch them.
She worked open the last few buttons of his shirt. "Well, get to it, farmboy, we don't have all ni-iiight..." She trailed off with a moan, her eyes falling shut momentarily, as his big hands captured her breasts, giving them a light squeeze.
"Mmm, Clark..." she muttered, as his thumbs lightly brushed over her nipples.
He enjoyed the expression on her face, even if the part of her body he was touching wasn't the part he longed to touch the most. That area of her body was next, for sure.
"That what you wanted?" he asked, a slightly teasing tone to his voice. He watched her nod weakly. "Is that how you like them to be touched?"
"Mmm well it does feel good..." she whispered, leaning into his touch. "But maybe later, we get a little more... in-depth."
"You wanna teach me?" He quirked a brow, and she only nodded again. "I think I might like the sound of that..."
"Oh, you might...?" she trailed off, gasping softly as his curious fingers lightly pinched her nipples.
"I... I wanna know what turns you on, Chloe..." he murmured, his voice heavy and low. He was being honest, a bit of vulnerability showing through with his desire.
She slitted her eyes open a bit, as his hands slowly released her breasts, moving downward. They cascaded down her sides at the same slow pace.
"You want to know the short, simple answer to that, Clark?" she whispered, as his hands stopped at her hips. "You. You turn me on, Clark."
He chuckled softly. "Just me? In general?" All he got out of her was, yet again, a nod. "Thanks for the clarification..."
She leaned her forehead against his. "I don't care what you do to me, Clark... just as long as you're the one doing it."
As he looked into her eyes, he felt a certain pull, and it certainly wasn't below his belt. There was a certain sweetness to her words, that he found that he liked.
He couldn't think of an adequate response to what she'd said, so instead, he just pushed his lips forward, lightly brushing them over hers. She seemed to accept that response, and responded back, kissing him back, a little harder, her arms raising to go around his neck. His mouth opened to hers, and he groaned quietly when her tongue brushed against his.
His hands slowly slid down and around to the glorious curve known as her ass, and squeezed there, finally. She squirmed against him, gasping into his mouth, and he realized he liked this reaction even better than her previous reactions. She was now pretty much rubbing against him, and it felt pretty good. No, scratch that. It felt damn good.
One finger found its way to the edge of her panties, causing the little piece of elastic to lightly slap against the skin at the back of her thigh. She jumped against him, startled by the action, and thus broke their kiss. "These... off... now, please?"
She let out a couple of hot breaths against his lips, and moved off him just long enough to rid herself of her panties. Then she was back, her hands reaching for the zipper of his black pants.
He watched, laying back on the bed, as she unzipped his pants, and then let out a low grunt as she reached inside both his pants and his boxers, and touched him. She started to stroke him, her hand exploring him, even as she worked to free him of his confines.
"God, Clark..." she muttered. "I know I've called you the Man of Steel before as a joke, but I had no idea... if you get any harder..." She trailed off, giggling a bit.
She finally pulled his rock-hard cock free, and continued to move her hand over him as her eyes went to his face. "I wish we had time... to take our time, but... like I said... we really don't have all night."
He could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to do more, she wanted to take the time to get to explore his body, to get to know it. He wanted to do the same with hers. But they had come here for a reason, and if they wanted to get something accomplished in that area, anything they did would have to be quick.
"Just take me, Chlo." he whispered. "Take me... we've got time to take things slow later."
The look in her eyes indicated she was a little surprised by that, but knew that he meant it.
Still grasping his straining shaft in her hand, she moved to straddle him. As she did, her skirt moved just slightly, giving him a flash of her femininity. He swallowed hard, and knew he'd be exploring that part of her later with every means neccessary.
Her eyes met and held his as she slowly lowered herself over him. She gasped softly, clearly in surprise and not pain, as her body worked to accomodate his.
"Oh, God, Clark..." she murmured, shifting over him a little, one hand on his chest, as she attempted to brace herself.
He groaned at her actions, his hands gripping her hips, but not too hard. He was only a little surprised at his level of control, given how amazing it felt for her little body to be wrapped around his.
She slowly raised herself, then pushed her hips downward again, seeking out a rhythm.
The first few moment of their connection seemed to be slow and savored, but before long, she was rocking her hips against his, her beautiful breasts swaying a bit with her efforts. He felt like he was hypnotized, watching her move over him, slowly starting to drown in pleasure, in her.
"Chloe..." he whispered her name, and felt his hands sliding down again. His fingers lightly brushed over her voluptuous backside, and she barely seemed to notice. But, boy, did she ever notice it when some of those fingers came together, and smacked one of those rosy cheeks.
She gasped, her head falling back, as she thrusted her hips against his sharply. He groaned at the movement, his eyes falling shut.
Moments later, he was surprised by what he heard.
"Oooh... do that again..."
His eyes opened, only to find her looking down at him with eyes completely glazed over in passion.
"Please?" she asked him, still moving over him, but a bit slower than before.
He did it again, just as she asked, and she cried out again, her hips slamming against his.
"Oh God... harder, Clark."
He raised a brow, a smirk touching the corners of his lips. "Somebody likes being spanked..."
"I like being spanked by you." she whispered, correcting him. "Harder."
He slapped her ass again, a little bit harder, and she practically bounced against him.
He found he wasn't exactly complaining about her little kink. Especially because, for one, he pretty much liked touching her ass, and two, every time she bounced on his cock, it felt pretty fucking fabulous.
She moaned, rocking her hips against his a little faster. "A little harder... please?"
A bit of worry filled his eyes as he looked up at her. "A-Are you sure, Chlo? I... I could really hurt you if I hit too hard..."
She looked touched by his concern, and something filled her eyes that he didn't quite recognize. "I trust you..." she whispered. "I trust you, Clark."
He, in turn, looked touched by her words, and moved to sit up, his arms going around her. His lips pressed to hers, kissing her hard and deep.
As her hips lowered again, he met her halfway, and she moaned and writhed against him. He groaned, feeling his cock start to twitch inside of her.
In the moment their hips met again, his hand moved downward, and struck her backside again, much harder than before. She cried out, then whimpered, as her head fell back again, and her breasts bounced against his chest. She trembled in his arms, and he knew she was close, just as close as he was.
"Oh, God... Clark... I think I'm gonna..."
Before she could finish the sentence, his hand slapped her ass again.
"Come for me." he whispered, through gritted teeth, struggling to hold on. He, for some reason, desperately wanted them to come together. "Come for me, Chloe."
She drove down against him once more, and as she did, he spanked her one last time.
Her head fell back again, a long, anguished cry of his name spilling from her lips as she shattered over him, practically bouncing on his lap again as she did. He shuddered violently beneath her, exploding into her molten hot core.
Even he was breathing heavily as she fell against him, trembling all over, clinging to him as if her very life depended on it.
As he felt himself start to recover, he lightly pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his hand gently rubbing the rosy cheek she'd practically begged him to abuse.
She seemed to have trouble finding her voice, but eventually, it came to her, a little hoarse. "I'm probably going to have an enormous bruise in the morning, but I'm not sure I care." She tilted her head back to look at him. "If you can make me come like that, then I really, really don't give a damn."
A slow, shy smile spread over his lips, and he began to laugh.
She waited a minute or so longer before forcing herself up and off of him, giving him a quick kiss before reaching down to pick up her panties. If he was being honest, he hated to see her put them back on, but they did have a little work to do.
He sighed, a little regretfully, and moved to sit on the side of the bed.
She turned to face him again, fixing her bra and her blouse.
"Next time... I think we should try the Reversed Cowgirl."
He glanced over at her, and raised a brow as he zipped his pants. "The what?"
"Reversed Cowgirl..." She raised a brow back at him. "Please tell me you've heard of it."
"Um... not sure." He eyed her curiously.
She blinked. "Oh, you poor, sheltered farmboy." She sighed, a little overdramatically, reaching down to help him button his shirt. "You still have so much to learn."
"Um... And you're gonna teach me, right?" he asked, looking a little hopeful.
She broke into a huge grin, one of those impish little Chloe Sullivan grins. "Well, DUH, you big dumb alien." She was teasing, and it made him roll his eyes. "What kind of sidekick would I be if I didn't at least offer?" He chuckled in response, and she giggled back at him. "Now come on... let's get back to work." She pressed another quick kiss to his lips, before moving over to the door.
He stood and shook his head, following after her as she darted out of the room.
Back to work, as usual.