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The night breeze caressed your skin. You were curled up in a small chair on your balcony, glass of wine in your left hand and a romance novel in your right. The work week had left you mentally and physically exhausted after handling project deadlines and team meetings. Your tiny balcony barely fit a table and a single chair, but it was your oasis. You had your small plants and herbs surrounding you, and you allowed yourself to close out the noise from your neighbors above and below you in an effort to wind down.
You took a small sip from your glass, eyes roaming the lines on the page before you. They seemed to all merge into a large, jumbled mess, and you sighed, closing the book before setting it on the table beside you. The cheesy romance book you bought off a whim was not nearly as entertaining as people watching was, and you looked over the other large buildings that surrounded you, lights emitting from the windows serving as little pockets into the lives of the people that inhabited them. You stared some, seeing shadows walk across the room, lights flashing in some from the television set, before your eyes landed on the apartment that was in the building directly across from yours.
The apartment across the way was dark, no hint of movement tonight. Too bad. He was always nice to look at.
You had seen the man who lived across the way multiple times before from your balcony or window. Sometimes you would have your morning coffee and see him rush back and forth as he got ready for work. Other times, you would see him lounging in his living room. Once, you had caught him looking at you as you moved about in your home. Whenever you had caught him looking, he seemed flustered, and waved a hand up, seeming as an apology.
You took another sip from your glass, sighing out as you felt the warmth from the alcohol slowly seep into your system, helping your body relax. Staring up at the sky, you only saw a few stars and the blinking lights of planes as they flew overhead. Feeling the effects from the wine and the long week hit your body, you decided it was time for bed. You stood up from your chair, about to turn towards the glass door, before you froze. Your breath caught in your throat, legs locking up at the sight before you. A large figure in a recognizable flash of red and blue had just flown into the apartment in the building across from yours through an open window.
You watched as he landed in the apartment, moving through with ease and familiarity that left you with no doubt. The man you had been ogling for months was the hero of Metropolis: Superman.
Glass shattering snapped you from your trance. Wine splattered the balcony, and your eyes shot up, only to find a pair of piercing blue eyes staring back, as shocked as yours.
You were caught.
Feeling indecent as you were only clad in a large t-shirt meant for sleep and panties, you took a few steps back, heart sinking in your chest as you stared at the man in the adjacent building. Shit shit shit shit shit. Without letting your eyes off of him, you blindly reached for the sliding door, fingers grasping the handle as you yanked it aside and backed into the living room. He continued to stare back at you, shock starting to wear off. You kept backing up, eyes locked on his, until your legs hit the coffee table. One second, he was staring back at you from across the street. The next, a rush of wind, and he was in your living room. The breeze from the open door was not the reason for your trembling body. It was the 6’4 mass of a man that was towering over you.
Your mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish out of water as you searched for words. Instead of something clever, you whispered, “I’m sorry?”
He stared down at you, head tilting to the side. “Sorry?”
Body shaking, you stepped to the side of the table before taking a step back. “Y-Yeah, I’m sorry I saw you. I didn’t mean to look, I was just reading, and then you were there.” Your hands reached up apologetically. “I won’t tell anyone about you living there, I promise.”
His eyes widened, and he took a step forward. “You’re mistaken.” He glanced at the broken wine glass on your balcony. “Miss, you’ve had a long night. You should sleep.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks. You knew what you saw, and you saw him go into the apartment across the way, moving in it as though he had lived there. It made sense- the stature of his body, hair color- everything matched the handsome man you had been unintentionally watching for the past few months.
“Are you really trying to gaslight me? You literally look like him, and you knew exactly what window to fly into.”
He let out a soft huff, arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered above you. “I don’t live there. I was checking in on… a situation. That’s all.”
You raised your brows, folding your arms with your chin held high, still trying to ignore the fact that you were only half dressed. “A situation? So, you just… fly through random apartments in the middle of the night?”
He glanced away, jaw tightening. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
A spark of irritation bubbled up through your embarrassment. “Well, maybe you do. I’ve seen you in that apartment for months. Eating dinner. Folding laundry. Watching TV. Unless ‘laundry day’ is a world-saving crisis now, I’m pretty sure you live there.”
His eyes snapped back to yours, narrowing slightly. “You watch me?” His tone shifted; less surprise, more an edge of reprimand that made your stomach flip.
You scoffed, heat rising to your cheeks. “Don’t act all high and mighty. You’ve watched me too! Or did you think I didn’t notice you staring at me through your window?”
His mouth opened, then closed. For a moment, he looked downright flustered. The same way you’d seen him look that morning you caught him waving apologetically after staring at you.
You tilted your head, emboldened by his silence. “So don’t stand there and act like I’m some creepy voyeur when you’ve been doing the exact same thing.”
He stepped closer, closing the gap between the two of you. The faint scent of crisp air and something vaguely electric brushed over you. “You shouldn’t make a habit of spying on people. It’s dangerous.”
You lifted your chin, pulse hammering in your ears. “Then maybe you shouldn’t make a habit of leaving your windows open. Or staring back.”
For a moment, neither of you moved. Your heart pounded in your chest as you both stared into each other's eyes. His lips twitched, just barely, like he was fighting back a grin.
“Well,” He murmured, his hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “can you blame me? I saw a beautiful girl in the building across from me who never seems to close her curtains.”
Your breath hitched, heat blooming in your chest. You were overaware of his towering presence over you. “I just enjoy natural light, that’s all…” The confidence from your argument slipped away, replaced by the tingling awareness you’d been ignoring for months: that all this time, you’d both been looking.
Your eyes dropped from his face to the floor. “I really won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
The cool breeze from the open door made you aware of warmth radiating off his body. You yearned to move closer, but you stopped yourself.
“You really shouldn’t watch me. I’m supposed to have a cover.” His voice was rough.
You lifted your head, your eyes searching his blue eyes, acknowledging the hunger you saw in them before whispering back. “Then you shouldn’t give me something to look at.”
He moved in closer, leaning down towards you so you were nearly nose to nose. His breath ghosted your lips, and you felt a warmth surge to your core as his deep voice rumbled out. “Careful.”
“Make me.”
His lips pressed against yours, featherlight at first, testing. The large hand that had moved the hair from your face moved down to the base of your head, cradling it and your neck, while the other landed on your waist, so large that it covered most of your side. Your hands went to his chest, fingers rubbing against the massive display of muscle as you kissed him back. Feeling your willingness, he deepened the kiss with a quiet, controlled hunger that made your knees weak and fanned the fire that was already at your core.
The hand on your waist tightened, and he pulled you closer until your body was flush with his. His lips demanded more, and you felt a rush course through your body as his teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip. You gasped in response, only for his tongue to dive into your mouth. Your thighs clenched together, trying to gain some sort of friction, before his lips left yours.
He breathed hard, the hand on your waist flexed, possessive yet restrained. “If you want to stop, tell me now. I can go home, and we can forget this ever happened.”
You shook your head, going back up on your tippy toes to press your lips against his. “Please don’t stop. I want this. I’ve wanted you-”
His lips claimed yours again, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin he couldn’t fight as he kissed you deeper, hungrier. His thumb traced your jaw, then slid down to your throat, before both hands bracketed your waist. In one smooth motion, he lifted you as if you weighed nothing. You locked your legs around him, arms winding up his broad shoulders. His mouth devoured yours like a man starved, every careful bit of restraint falling away as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, closer until the only thing you could feel was the fire you’d both spent months pretending wasn’t there.
He started toward your bedroom, carrying you like you weighed nothing at all. A shiver ran down your spine at the realization that he didn’t need directions- he already knew exactly where to go. The thought that he’d watched you more than the one time you caught him made the heat in your core surge, pooling low and sweet as you clung tighter to him.
Pushing your door open, he walked you inside before he leaned down and placed you onto your bed. The plushness of the mattress was a stark contrast to his hard, muscled body, and you stared up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. You could see the evidence of his arousal through his superhero get-up. Like the rest of his body, you could tell that he was massive, and your thighs once again clenched together while you squirmed, trying to get some sort of relief.
Moving on pure instinct, you crawled to your knees on the bed, looking up at him through your lashes. His eyes never left yours, and he watched as you leaned forward so that you were on your hands and knees, face only inches from his clothed dick. Your warm breath puffed against him, and his entire body shuddered. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride overcome you, seeing the strongest man in the city, if not the world, react to you in such a way.
You reached a hand up to him, grasping onto his length before you ran your tongue over where the tip would be. A ragged groan left his body, and he leaned into your touch as you ran your hand up and down, creating friction from his clothes while simultaneously closing your mouth over him. The fabric over his tip was increasingly getting wet from your mouth, and you paused, looking up to see him with his fist clenched like it was taking everything in him to hold back.
“Is this okay?” You batted your lashes at him.
He panted, voice strained, “Sweetheart, it’s more than okay.” You took this as a go-ahead and moved in to continue before a gentle tug at your hair stopped you. “But, I think if anyone needs to be prepared, it’s you.”
An involuntary whine escaped your lips. Sure, you were no virgin, but you had never taken on someone of his size. His large hands moved under your arms, picking you up before laying you back on the bed with ease. Your sleep shirt rose up over your stomach, leaving your soaked panties exposed to his eyes. He took you in, relishing in how your hair was splayed over the sheets, the red tint in your cheeks, and the undeniable arousal that made it to where he could just make out the outline of your lips and entrance.
He crawled over your body, the bed shifting under his weight. One leg rested between your legs, and he leaned down, taking your lips into his once more. You kissed him back, legs clenching around his own, trying to grind against him in an effort to get some type of relief.
His hands roamed your body, and you shivered, feeling his fingertips go from your stomach to underneath your shirt. He palmed your breast, giving a light squeeze before he took your nipple into his fingers, pinching it. You shamelessly moaned into his mouth, and he took that as a sign of encouragement to continue. His other hand moved from your waist down to your hip. His thumb rubbed over the bone a few times, catching on your panties before he grabbed hold. He tugged them down, and you lifted your hips for him, desperate not to make him tear them in his impatience. A shudder coursed through your body, and you felt the cool air hit your wet folds.
He broke the kiss, sitting up before he moved down the bed. His mouth grazed your body as he went down, lips kissing and lightly nipping at your neck and arms before he was faced with your glistening pussy. He inhaled your scent, unable to hold back a groan. “You’re intoxicating.” He gently kissed the top of your mound, slowly making his way down until his lips found your clit. He began to eat you out like his life depended on it, and your thighs clenched around his head as he moved his tongue against you in a way that completely and utterly unraveled you.
“Yes, yes, yes-” Your back arched, hips pressing against his mouth before your hand reached down and tangled in his dark hair. “Please keep going. Please, I need it.”
He continued, his strong left hand grabbing your thigh, massaging it while his right hand moved below his head. His fingers traced the outside of your entrance, becoming wet from your arousal. He languidly moved his fingers against your skin as he moved his tongue against your clit before he pressed a single finger in. He moved it in and out in a steady rhythm, taking in the sweet sounds coming from you before he added another.
“Oh fuck- yes, that’s it!”
Encouraged by your cries, he continued, his tongue and fingers moving at a fast pace that you were sure you would never be able to recover from. He was going to ruin you. You could feel the build-up of the night start to take over, coiling up, making your entire body tighten.
“I’m getting close, please,” You cried out, and he moved at an inhuman pace, and you knew you would never be able to replicate it again on your own. No one could do this but him. His tongue continued to circle your clit, and his fingers moved within you at a punishing pace.
“Oh, oh, god!” Your eyes clenched shut, and your legs shook as a wave of pleasure washed over you. He continued, easing you through it as you came on his face and hand.
You panted hard, trying to catch your breath. The bed shifted, and his weight was off of yours before you heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor. You peeked your eyes open, body feeling like jelly, and watched in awe as he approached the bed.
His body was perfect- almost godlike. A sudden sense of self-consciousness began to gnaw at you, and you tried to cover your chest with your arms and close your legs, but his hand reached out to stop you.
“Don't.” His voice was soft, yet firm. “Let me see you.”
You swallowed, searching his face, nothing but hunger and awe. Your arms fell back to your sides. He crawled back over you, bracing himself on his forearms, caging you in. His lips brushed your jaw, your cheek, then found yours again, deep, claiming. You kissed him back, trying to keep up with his intensity before gasping- the heavy weight of his dick pressed against your thigh, and you shuddered in anticipation. You’d been prepared… but nothing prepared you for how big he really was.
You ran one hand up to his hair, tangling your fingers as you kissed him while the other reached down between your bodies, grabbing at his length. His body shuddered, and he moaned into your mouth as you took him into your hand, rubbing up and down his length. His hips bucked against your fist, trying to move faster so he could gain more relief.
You continued to jerk him, moving your lower body and adjusting your hips so that your wet core was rubbing against his head. He broke the kiss, lips moving over your cheek before he asked. “Are you ready?”
You nodded your head, hand guiding him towards your entrance before he took the lead, and you let go. His dick spread between your lips, and you had a sharp intake of breath feeling his head brush against your clit. He rolled his hips down again, his member pressing against your opening before he began to go in.
Even with the prep, nothing could have prepared you for how incredibly girthy he was. Your walls stretched around him, burning as you tried to accommodate. He could feel how tense your body had become, and he moved slowly. Eyes locked with yours to make sure you were okay. “Is this okay?”
You smiled at him, trying to reassure him that you were fine, before you moved your hips back to his. “Yes, it’s perfect. Please don’t stop.”
He rocked his hips against yours, and the burning sensation quickly left, replaced by the overwhelming sense of arousal. You could tell that his careful and restrained actions were coming to a halt, as you were able to take more and more of him until you were completely full, filled to the brim. Your head was spinning, and you leaned up, blindly kissing his neck and shoulders while trying to match his pace.
He let out a breathy moan, one arm moving around your waist to hold you in place. “You’re doing so good. So good for me.”
You preened at his praise and kissed him harder, nipping at his skin while meeting your hips with his. Your mattress squeaked under the pressure, and he used his free hand to move between your bodies. His thumb brushed against your clit, and you jumped.
“Give me just one more.”
“But I-”
He silenced you by pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know you can do it. Be a good girl and give me one more. Just one more.”
Your body felt overstimulated, and you clenched your eyes shut, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You focused on the feeling of his dick piercing you, slamming in and out at a rough pace while the pad of his thumb rubbed circles over your nub at a rhythm that made your toes curl. Quicker than the first, you felt a second orgasm start to build. You wrapped your arms around his body, keeping your face in his neck as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Tears streaked down your face, and you gasped loudly, prompting him to stop the assault on your clit. He fucked you through your orgasm, eyes rolling back, feeling your walls clench around him.
“Good girl. So good, you’re so good…” You could feel his body start to tremble as he mumbled nothingness into your hair. His pace quickened, the snap of his hips almost painful. “Sweetheart, I’m almost there.”
You clung onto him for dear life, body weak from the previous orgasms, kissing and sucking on his neck. “Please, please, you made me feel good. I want you to feel good too.”
His hips stuttered, his cock twitching deep inside as he spilled into you, warmth flooding you as he groaned raggedly into your hair. He rocked against you until he was spent, then pulled out gently, rolling to his side to keep from crushing you. You whimpered at the loss, but in the next breath, he tugged you close, one big arm wrapping around your shoulders.
You both stared at the ceiling for a while after that, listening to the sounds of the city as you both tried to take in what had just happened.
“Thank you,” He murmured.’
You blinked, shocked by what came out of his mouth, before you turned your head to face him, a small smile on your lips. “No, thank you.”
He chuckled, chest rumbling under your cheek. He pulled back just enough to look you over, flushed, hair messy, skin marked by his mouth. A wicked grin curved his lips. “So… want to go another round?”