Jim Hopper smut with younger reader, who seduces him on purpose by wearing mini skirts and then begs him to take her in her garden (semi public)
A skirt seduction.
Jim Hopper x SweetieGirl!Reader
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Contents! - SMUT, 18+, essentially just porn w/o a plot.. pnv, slight exhibitionism, semi public sex, age gap, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it b4 u tap it bbies), reader and jim are in an established relationship. also this is set in season two, but like no demogorgons, no upside down season 2.
if i missed any pls comment!
w.c! - 1.1k
Cherie's Column! - Hope u love it, & i really hope this is what you wanted nonnie bb! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Jim steps out into the garden, the warm sun filtering through the leaves as he admires the blooming flowers, a perfect sight to come home to after a long day at work. You're already there, bending over to tend to the roses, short skirt riding up just enough to tease the curve of your ass. The fabric clings to your thighs, barely covering your bare cunt, and Jim feels his cock twitch up in his slacks at the sight. You're doing this on purpose - he knows it from the way you glance back at him with that sly smile, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Watching you care for the roses along the fence that separated your garden from the neighbor's. It wasn't fully private - Mrs. Hargrove next door had a habit of peeking over the hedge, and the path to the street ran just beyond the gate. Just public enough to make your cunt throb with excitement, but secluded enough that you could get away with... well, whatever you had in mind.
"Hey, handsome," you called out, voice light and playful as you sauntered toward him, making sure to add a little extra umph as you stand, hips swaying in each step as you near your husband. Your skirt fluttered up with each step, threatening to reveal everything if a breeze hit just right. His eyes snapped down, widening as they traveled down your legs, lingering on the hem that rode so high.
You press against him, soft tits brushing his chest through your thin top. "Like what you see?" Your hand trailing down his arm, fingers lingering on his wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lip before you spin away, giving Jim another view of the back of your barely there skirt.
You watch Jim try to focus on the garden, but you won't let him. Kneeling to pull a weed, arching your back so the skirt hikes up higher, exposing the soft skin of your thighs and the edge of your ass cheeks. His pulse quickens, heat building in his groin as you look over your shoulder.
"It's so hot out here, honey. I might need some help cooling off." You hum, tugging at the hem of your skirt, pretending to adjust it, but only making it ride up further.
"Sweetheart? What are you wearing?" He straightened, a soft calmness radiating off of him but you could see straight through the facade, you saw the way his gaze darkened, the subtle shift in his stance as he took you in. You could see the visible tent in his pants, hell you could practically taste the precum spilling in his boxers.
You bite your lip, feigning innocence as he closes the distance between you.
"Jus' somethin' comfortable for the garden. Don't you like it?" Pushing forward on your knees slowly, letting the skirt lift just a bit, giving him a glimpse of the curve of your ass before facing him again. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
" It's… distracting," he admitted, his voice rougher now. He goes to sit on one of your many, many garden chairs, settling in to watch your every move.
"Good. That's the point." Standing up to join him on the chair, underneath an old oak tree that partially shielded you from the street but left you exposed to anyone who might wander by.
Straddling his thighs, skirt bunching up at your waist, "been thinking 'bout you all day, honey. About how much I need you."
Pressing your body flush to his, grinding your cunt subtly against his rock hard cock. Your skirt bundled up between you, and you know he can feel the warmth of your pussy through the thin fabric of his slacks. "Touch me, Jim. I wore this for you."
He hesitates, but you don't.
"Please," you practically beg, voice husky and desperate. "I need you now. Fuck me in the garden, Jim." Your eyes lock on his, wide and pleading.
His eyes flicked to the fence, then back to you, a mix of caution and hunger in his expression. "Here? Now? The neighbors - "
"Exactly," you whisper. He could feel the heat of your sopping cunt through his pants, the bulge in his pants pushing against your wet pussy.
Hands slid up his chest, nails lightly scraping as you looked up at him with those damn eyes.
"That's what makes it so hot. Please, Jim. I can't wait anymore. My pussy is already so wet just from wearing this for you."
Taking his hand, guiding it under the skirt, letting his fingers brush against your soft slick folds. He groaned low in his throat, his resolve crumbling as he felt how ready you were. "Fuck, Sweets. Y're not wearing any panties?"
"No baby," you murmur, nipping at his earlobe as you hump his palm. "Take me right here. Bend me over the bench, fuck me hard against the tree - whatever you want. I need your cock inside me now. Please, Jim. Don't make me beg."
He didn't need more convincing. With a growl, he lifted you slightly off his lap - pulling his pants down just enough to release his cock with a plap against his stomach, pressing your front against the fabric of his shirt. Your skirt long forgotten as Jim stripped you of it, exposing your supple ass and crying cunt to the open air. He guides you back down, the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. "You asked for it," he rasps, as he helps you sink down.
He's balls deep in you when a needy high pitched moan escapes your lips, the stretch and fullness sending sparks through your body. Jim can feel your cunt practically drowning his cock. You're so fucking warm - so soft around him. He never wants to leave you.
He grips your hips, fucking up into you relentlessly, each slap of his heavy balls hitting your ass echo through the garden.
The risk of being seen only heightened everything - the way your tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hardening against his chest; the slick sounds of your cunt sucking him in.
"Harder," you beg, cunt pulsing around him. "Fill me up, Jim. Make me cum right here where anyone could see."
He obliged, one hand tangling in your hair to pulling your head back, his other reaching around to rub your clit in firm circles.
The pleasure built fast, coiling tight until you shattered around him, walls clenching as you moan his name. His cock explodes seconds later, burying himself deep and pumping hot spurts of cum into you, marking you as his all over again.
Staying like that for a moment, panting, his body shielding yours as you caught your breath.
You smiled to myself, already plotting the next mini skirt seduction. This garden was going to see a lot more of you both.
Hi, I love your fanfics! Especially the gojo ones! I just had one question… do you use chat gpt in your writing because you use a lot of m dashes and it sounds like ai 🤖 and I put one of them through an ai detector and it came out to a whopping 60%! Please do not take offence 😅
i will take offense actually.
why would you take my work, copy it, and send it to an ai detector without my consent ? you don't know where those tools store text or what they do with it and you didn't even think to ask before pasting something i spent hours working on into god knows where to probably train the very models you're accusing me of using.
that's a massive violation of my privacy as a writer and deeply disrespectful.
the em dash is a stylistic choice for pacing and emphasis that has been used in literature for centuries. if you go read classics like wuthering heights or jane eyre, you'll see they are full of them. would you copy and paste charlotte brontë into an ai detector and accuse her of using ai too ?
this really bothers me a lot, not just because of this message, but because how disrespectful people on tumblr have become toward authors in general.
you don't know how much time i put into my writing. you don't know how many hours of my free time go into planning, drafting, editing, and rewriting. this is something i do for free, purely because i want to share something i made with others.
so yes it's genuinely violating to find out that my work was copied and pasted into an ai detector without my consent and then waved back at me like proof of something. interactions like this are exactly why i consider taking everything down.
edit: i also need to say how deeply unsettling it is to know that my text is now "out there" somewhere i have zero control over. i only post my work on tumblr and ao3. that's intentional. once something is copied and fed into an ai tool, i have no way of knowing where it ends up or how it's used, and that loss of control is genuinely disturbing.
i am very clear about my boundaries. my rules explicitly state no ai feeding. ignoring that and doing it anyway shows a complete lack of respect for my work and my time.
so i genuinely have to ask: if you love my work, why is there so little respect for the effort behind it, or for me as an author? it would have taken seconds to read my rules or ask beforehand. you chose not to.
instead, you took something i've spent countless hours on, enjoyed it, consumed it, taken for granted, and then treated as something you could do whatever you wanted with, even in ways i explicitly said no to. that's not appreciation. it's entitlement. and it's violating.
i am still a real person behind the screen. my work is part of my very being. if you've read it, you know how personal it can be. how often it comes from something deeply vulnerable in me. knowing it was handled without care, consent, or respect is awful.
Has the reading comprehension gotten so shitty you all think proper punctuation, capitalization and - fucking dashes - are AI? Do you not realize AI is soaking up fanfiction and - guess what - writer's work. This is the most disrespectful thing I've seen, and I'll tell you anyone who has actually read Symptoms and Causes will know damn well that emotion is human, no AI could come close.
That's just the first part of how mad I am. The second part is the utter disrespect and entitlement so many people have towards writers who share beautiful work for free. Nici could be out here writing fucking novels (do you know how many books 200k is btw? that's ONE STORY of hers) and she shares that with you all, now you're out here saying 'no offense' if you have to say that, you're already being terrible.
Sharing a writer's works into an 'AI detector' is literally feeding it to AI. This is some of the dumbest shit I've read. If people keep harassing us constantly - whether it's for updates, what we choose to write, or just being mean you all won't have any more free content to consume.
Rant over but I could go on as she's the last person I'd EVER think had any AI and altogether it's the meanest, rudest insult to a writer that pours their hearts into their art for free.
i literally refuse to use em dashes because i feel like ppl will come out of the wood works to criticize me like this.
proper grammar means you have an upstanding concept of the english language and are dedicated to your works. still can’t believe the audacity of people. its genuinely frustrating to be a tumblr author bc of people like this they do not hesitate to hate on your art and it really is upsetting how inconsiderate people will be.
Clark Kent x CamGirl!Reader
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this is a repost!
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Contents! - SMUT, 18+, praise, degradation (kinda ish?) overstimulation, nipple play, body worship, mutual masturbation, orgasms, voyeurism, pornography. if i missed any pls comment!
w.c! - 1.1k
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You settle onto your bed, the soft sheets cradling your body as the camera light bathes your room in a warm glow. You're Sugar, the camgirl who's about to put on a show for your loyal fans, but tonight, your mind is fixed on Clark - your favorite viewer, the one who always tips big and hangs on your every move. The chat pings with messages, but you spot his username light up, and a thrill runs through you.
You're his favorite, his sultry camgirl with curves that make his pulse race every time.
Dressed in your sheer blue lingerie that hugs your full breasts and wide hips, you feel powerful, desired, ready to tease him until he's desperate.
You smile at the lens, your eyes locking onto where you imagine Clark's face is on the other side. "Hey, sweeties," you purr into the mic, your voice feathery and inviting. "Who's ready to watch me play tonight? I see you there, Clark - my favorite watcher. You love seeing me touch myself, don't you, dirty boy?"
You know he's probably already hard, stroking his cock slow just like you like to picture. The thought makes your pussy clench, a warm ache building between your thighs.
And on the other side of the screen, theres Clark unzipping his jeans, pulling out his hardening cock, already leaking a bead of precum at the tip. His hand wrapping around the flushed shaft, giving himself a teasing jerk as he leans closer to the screen.
You shift against the pillows, spreading your legs wide to flash the camera - and him - your shaved pussy barely hidden by the lace thong. Your hands glide up your thighs, squeezing the soft, thick flesh, worshipping every curve that's made men like Clark obsessed. "Mmm, look at these thighs," you murmur, parting them further. "So ready to be spread. You wish you could bury your face here, don't you, Clark? Licking every inch while I ride your tongue."
You can almost hear his breath hitch through the screen, his hand pushing up-down faster on that throbbing cock, precum slicking his fingers.
Hooking your fingers under the bra straps, you slide it down, heavy breasts spilling free. Your nipples harden instantly in the cool air, cute and begging. You cup them, kneading the full mounds, thumbs flicking over the stiff peaks. "These tits are perfect for pinching, aren't they? So full and bouncy." You pinch one hard, the sharp tug sending sparks straight to your core, and you gasp, arching your back.
In your mind's eye, Clark's jerking off harder now, his fist tight around his stiff cock, eyes glued to your chest, wishing he could suck those nipples raw.
The sight makes his balls ache; matching his pace, hand sliding up and down his throbbing length, imagining your nipples between his teeth.
Your hand drifts lower, over your soft belly to the edge of your thong. With a grin, you peel it aside, exposing your glistening folds to the camera. Parting your pussy lips, you show off the slick entrance and swollen clit, knowing Clark's stroking in time with you.
"Watch me, Clarkie. Jerk that cock for me while I finger my wet little cunt. You're such a good boy for me."
Clark loves the edge in your voice, the light degradation calling him your obedient pet - it always gets him going, his balls tightening, his free hand gripping whatever's nearby as he fucks up into his fist.
The slight degradation in your tone - calling his eagerness 'good boy' - sends heat flooding Clarks veins. As he strokes faster, precum coating his palm.
Sinking two fingers into your soaking pussy, you moan, thrusting them deep and curling to hit that spot. Your other hand returns to your breast, twisting the nipple roughly, pulling until it stings deliciously. Juices drip down your fingers, coating your ass as you fuck yourself harder. "Feels so good, but I know you'd make it better. You'd worship this body, kiss every curve while I cum on your face." You caress your hips, your thighs, back up to squeeze your tits - everything for the voyeur on the other end, every touch a tease for his hungry gaze. You picture him there, cock leaking, hand flying over his length in rhythm with your wet thrusts.
Clark's breathing grows ragged, cock pulsing in his fist as he jerks off to your rhythm. The wet sounds from your pussy fill his ears, syncing with the slap of his hand on his heated skin.
The sounds of your pussy fill the room, syncing with what you imagine is the slap of his skin. Adding a third finger, you stretch yourself wide, your clit pulsing under your thumb. "Oh fuck, Clark, I'm close. Keep touching yourself - don't stop. Cum with your pretty cam slut." Your praise mixes with the tease, urging him as your hips buck, chasing release. Your moans rise, fingers plunging faster, nipple caught between your teeth for that extra bite of sensation.
It hits you like a wave - body tensing, thighs quaking as your pussy clamps down on your fingers, a flood of wetness gushing out. "Yes! Fuck! Cumming so hard for you!" you cry, breasts heaving, the orgasm ripping through you in shudders. But you don't stop; the overstimulation buzzes like electricity, your clit too sensitive, every thrust making you whimper. "Too much… but I want more," you gasp, tugging your nipple harder, the pain blending with pleasure to push you further.
You grind against your palm, fingers still working despite the tremors, knowing Clark's watching every twitch, his own hand relentless on his cock. "Clark, you're making me so greedy. Look at your sloppy pussy" The words are light, playful degradation to egg him on, and you envision him groaning, so close to the edge. Your second climax builds fast, fiercer, walls spasming as you squirt a little, soaking your hand and sheets. You scream, body convulsing, nipples raw and aching from the play.
Through the haze, you sense his release - maybe a tip notification or just the timing in the chat, but you know he's cumming, ropes of hot cum spilling over his fist, his cock jerking as he milks it dry, eyes never leaving your writhing form. It pushes your aftershocks higher, the mutual thrill making your pussy flutter one last time.
The sight undoes his. Feeling his balls tighten, and with a guttural groan, he cums hard, ropes of hot seed spilling over his fist and onto his tummy. Pleasure surges through him, cock jerking in his grip as he milks every drop, eyes locked on your writhing form.
Finally, you slow, fingers slipping free from your puffy, glistening slit. Bringing them to your lips, you suck them clean, tasting your sweetness with a hum. "Mmm, taste so good after that. Thanks for watching, Clark - you're my best viewer."
Your praise lingers as you blow a kiss to the camera, spent and glowing, already plotting the next show to drive him wild. Leaving Clark spent and buzzing, already craving the next show.
I've been wanting to try my hand at red k!clark for a while now, but haven't had any solid ideas...until now hehe *rubs hands together mischievously*
also - sorry for all the posting today lol. where I live is gonna get hit with that big winter/ice storm tonight & tomorrow and idk what's gonna happen in terms of power loss, so I figured I'd post a few things today to hold y'all over just in case!
** my depiction of red kryptonite!clark is aggressive, ruthless, animalistic/primal, dominant, and perhaps most importantly, horny as fuck. I wrote it as kind of a split personality and he is only super aggressive at the beginning of the fic (never towards you). if you're not vibing with any of that, though, then this is not the fic for you! **
wc: 2.2k
warnings.
SMUT, reader being a metahuman is not an important part of this, it's giving sex pollen fic vibes, your girl went a liiiittle off the rails with this one ngl (in a good way I hope?), red kryptonite!clark is very OOC but let me cook, there are little glimpses of our sweet man I promise, you call him kal-el 😏, no foreplay, unprotected p-in-v sex, rough sex, mating press position, a sprinkle of breeding kink, creampie, a brief bit of playful tickling (sorry if that's an ick for some lol), a sweet & soft ending.
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✧ clark is exposed to red kryptonite while helping kara out on another planet and the side effects are quite...intense. ✧
Kara sighs as she sets an unconscious Clark down in the Fortresses' containment cell, shaking her head. He looks so peaceful now, but she knows when he wakes up, it'll be a whole other story.
Clark had gotten exposed to high levels of red kryptonite while they were fighting an enemy in a neighboring star system, and not even the most mild-mannered Kryptonian can fight off the effects of red kryptonite.
He'll be a beast, reduced to nothing but his natural instincts and carnal desires, and it'll be especially bad since he had such direct, long lasting exposure. She worries that the cell won't be able to hold him long enough, especially not if Y/N comes anywhere near the Fortress before the effects have fully worn off.
When she closes the cell door, Gary and the other Superman Robots have already gathered around, clearly as concerned about Clark as machines can possibly be. Of course, they already know the protocol for red kryptonite exposure, but even they can tell that this time will be worse than the others. It's imperative that you be kept away from the Fortress for the next 24 hours, so the Robots have already texted you from Clark's phone in hopes that it'll prompt you to stay in Metropolis and just wait for him to come back.
Clark has been making a ruckus ever since he regained consciousness early this morning, pacing his cell and banging on the walls. Gary even started pumping a very small concentration of kryptonite into his cell in hopes of subduing him at least a little bit, but it didn't work, and any higher concentration will start truly hurting him.
The walls of the cell are very, very strong, but Superman is strong too, even stronger with the red kryptonite flowing through his body. If the effects don't start wearing off soon, the walls will break and he'll be able to escape.
Suddenly, Clark's banging ceases without reason, and Gary looks over at the cell. Perhaps the kryptonite has built up enough to finally be effective, the Robot thinks...but then, you suddenly appear inside, thanks to your teleportation abilities.
Clark's pounding immediately picks up again, and it's even more powerful than before, the walls rattling. You look over at the cell with furrowed brows and Gary rushes over to you before you can say anything.
"I'm sorry, and it is a pleasure to see you, but you must go back to Metropolis immediately Miss Kent," the Robot says. "I'm afraid Superman is not in the right frame of mind—"
"Let me out!" comes a deep, almost growly voice from behind the metal walls. "I know she's here...I can smell her. You can't keep me in here, you can't keep me away from her!"
You look between the cell and Gary, a mixture of shock and concern written on your face. You've never heard Clark sound or act like this before.
"What's wrong with him?"
"He was exposed to a dangerous substance while fighting with Kara, a red colored kryptonite. It has extremely strong effects on Kryptonian males, making them very dangerous and unpredictable, as well as very...carnal. Or, as humans say, very horny."
Your eyebrows raise and you nearly chuckle.
"Well, I think I can handle—"
"You certainly cannot, Miss Kent," Gary says. "I know it may seem so, but I assure you, he is an extremely dangerous being at this time. He is not the Superman you know and love, and he has instructed us to keep him away from you until the effects wear off."
"FOOOOUR!"
Gary looks over at the cell. The walls are beginning to dent from the sheer force of his powerful fists. The Robot looks back at you.
"Please, Miss Kent, leave immediately. I promise your husband will be back in Metropolis by sunset, just—"
A loud crash echoes through the Fortress, and the Robots immediately go on the defensive as Superman takes a step forward. Your breath catches when the light hits him properly, exposing what your sweet Clark has become.
His chest rises and falls, fists still clenched tightly, his knuckles unmarked despite banging on the hard metal walls for hours. The veins running along his neck are visible and red in color, and as soon as his eyes focus on you, the usually deep blue turns red for just a moment.
"There you are."
The Superman Robots try to stop him, but they're quickly tossed aside like mere ragdolls as Clark makes his way towards you, his gaze not once leaving your form. You're essentially frozen in place, only your eyes following him as he stops in front of you, so close you can feel his breath.
You hold your breath, waiting for him to be rough with you, but then you feel his shaky hand touch your cheek with a surprising gentleness. When you look up, your eyes meet his conflicted ones.
"I'm t-trying to fight it, honey," he says, voice husky but soft. "You should go before it g-gets bad again. I can't...I can't stay in control for much longer."
"Clark, I'm not leaving you."
His hands swiftly take hold of your shoulders and he leans in a bit.
"Please go," he breathes. "I don't want to risk hurting you a-and I don't want to scare you."
"You won't, baby, I—"
The red flashes in his eyes again and his demeanor immediately shifts, jaw clenched just enough that the muscles are flexing as he looks down at you. A smirk tugs at his lips and he leans in and inhales your scent, nose running lightly along the side of your neck.
"Your scent is strong, and it's calling to me," comes his deep, thick voice. "You're more than ready to take me inside of you. I can feel the ache."
One of his large hands moves down to press against your lower stomach, and he hums.
"Is it all for me?"
You nod, hands instinctively resting on his broad, firm chest.
"Yes, baby. Always."
His hand suddenly wraps around your neck and he forces your head to tilt back, allowing him to meet your gaze. For a moment, he just stares, then leans in so that his lips are at your ear.
"You'll call me Kal-El when I take you," he says, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Of course, Kal-El."
You've hardly gotten the words out before he's picking you up with ease and takes you straight to the guest suite, where Kara crashes on occasion. He tosses you down onto the bed and never takes his eyes off of you as he removes the belt of his suit. His cock is straining against the fabric, desperate to be freed, and he wastes no time in tugging his suit off.
He lets out a soft grunt of relief as his cock stands freely in the warm bedroom air, the tip already glistening with precum. His chest puffs out a bit and he stands up straighter, allowing you to gaze freely at his nude body before stepping closer to the bed.
Your snow suit is quickly undone and his eyes eagerly rake over your nearly bare figure. His cock twitches, another bead of precum quickly forming at the tip.
As soon as his hands touch your thighs, his eyes soften again, and he lets out a soft breath.
"Wow, you look so beautiful," Clark says in his normal voice, trembling as he fights off the red kryptonite's influence. "I haven't h-hurt you, have I?"
You smile softly at the presence of the man you love, shaking your head.
"Of course not, baby. I knew you wouldn't, even as Kal-El."
"Oh gosh, is that what I asked you to call me?"
His cheeks get pink as you chuckle, resting a hand over his while he struggles to keep Clark on the surface.
"It's alright, Clark," you say. "Stop fighting it. I'll see you again soon, baby. Don't worry about me."
He nods hesitantly, letting his eyes flutter shut as Clark is pushed back down. When he opens them again, they're no longer the soft, kind eyes of Clark Kent.
Kal-El brings your feet to rest on his shoulders, groaning when he looks down and sees the wet spot on your panties. They're promptly pulled aside and he lines himself up, tip pressing against your entrance.
"Spread open for me," he mumbles, pressing himself in just a bit. "Be my flower and blossom around me."
You moan at the stretch of his cock inside of you, still not fully used to it even after so many years together. He groans deeply, pushing himself fully inside of you without delay. His instincts are far too strong to be gentle right now.
"That's it," he growls, leaning over you a bit more as he starts to work his hips. "You were destined for this, to take me, t-to carry on..."
He cuts himself off with a moan that rumbles through his chest. You whimper as he pounds into you, his hips picking up their pace even more.
"T-To carry on my bloodline, the legacy of Krypton," he breathes, his hand coming to hold your jaw firmly. "...Please."
The softer tone and pleading look in his eyes catches you off guard. He's desperate in this moment, the primitive side of him fully on display. It's far more arousing than it should be, even though you and Clark are waiting a while before starting your family.
"It would be an h-honor, Kal-El," you breathe. "An honor to carry on y-yours and Krypton's legacy."
His eyes are starting to flicker with red, and you can sense that Kal-El is beginning to fade away. He moans, pushing your legs down further against your torso.
"Then fulfill your purpose," he breathes, his cock beginning to pulse inside of you. "Bear my child."
You moan, tightening yourself around him, knowing he's close. His hips are moving against you almost uncontrollably and it's not long before he's falling over the edge.
He lets out a long groan, tucking his face against your neck as he fills you with his release. You let out a soft sigh, letting him ride it out. His body soon relaxes against you, and even before he lifts his head again, you know Clark is back.
"Honey..." he says, pulling back so he can look down at you, gently lowering your legs off his shoulders. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, baby," you chuckle, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I'm perfectly fine. Nothing happened, I promise."
Clark nods, but still does a quick visual check just to be sure, before laying on the bed beside you. A peaceful silence lingers before you snuggle up next to him and he puts his arm around you, keeping you close.
"...Did I really ask you to call me 'Kal-El'?"
"Well, I wouldn't consider what you did asking...it was more telling," you say, resting a hand on his chest, smiling softly. "I didn't mind, though."
He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"That is so embarrassing on so many levels."
Another moment of silence passes before he speaks again, hesitantly this time.
"Did I do anything else?"
You hum.
"Yes, but you'll be even more embarrassed if I tell you."
A huff escapes through his lips.
"Okay, well now I have to know. You can't just leave me hanging like that."
"Baby, I promise, some things are better if you just don't know them," you chuckle. "I'm trying to protect you here."
He smiles to himself, then reaches over to tickle your side a bit. You immediately start laughing and squirm on the bed, which only makes his smile grow wider.
"Telling me would be so much easier for you..."
"Alright, alright!" you breathe, still laughing. "I'll tell you!"
Clark pulls his hand away immediately, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek.
"I knew you'd come around."
You roll your eyes, giving him a playful nudge as you catch your breath for a moment.
"Don't say I didn't warn you..." you start, then look over at him. "You told me that I was destined to take you and to help carry on your bloodline, the 'legacy of Krypton'."
He physically recoils at your words.
"No I did not."
You shrug.
"It's the truth."
"As if being poisoned by red kryptonite wasn't already bad enough..." he groans, rolling over to bury his face in the bedding. "I'm so sorry that you had to hear those words coming out of my mouth, honey."
A soft chuckle leaves you as you sit up, reaching over to rub his bare back.
"I think I'll be able to recover...you were really into it, too."
He groans again, a little louder this time.
"Oh gosh, don't make it worse."
"Sorry, sorry," you laugh.
Clark rolls back over again and you offer him a smile.
"I still love you."
A smile spreads across his face and he pulls you almost on top of him before pressing his lips against yours. He hums before pulling back slightly, tucking some hair behind your ear.
"Well, thank goodness for that."
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you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person. what happens when your heart gets caught up in the messy drama between rivaling twins?
♡ ₊˚‧ in today's episode. satoshi probably whored himself out to girls on the weekly, so what's the issue with you using him like one too?
♡ ₊˚‧ cw. college au :: lots of smut :: angst :: messy dynamics :: named twin :: jealousy/possessiveness :: messy reader :: semi public sex :: parties :: nerd/delinquent trope :: academic rivals :: fuckboy!bikerjo :: rival!nerdjo
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˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ has been ecstatic all week. which was odd, considering he's been acting so off. he's ignoring girl's bedroom eyes. ignoring number offers. hell— he even ditched friday's party at sukuna's place. who the hell was he? answer: whatever you wanted him to be.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ keeps thinking back to how you showed up at his doorstep and kissed him like you were trying to suck the soul out of him. the way you grabbed him by the collar and whined his name into his lips. for the first time in awhile, satoshi almost couldn't keep up with a kiss.
that was until he had you on his couch. head buried between your thighs and tonguing on your clit. rolling his tongue piercing on the bud until you were whimpering.
"sato—" you cut off in a whine.
fuck. can't even say his name?
he's never had a girl actually make him hump his own couch because she sounds so pretty while he's eating her out. never had a girl that made his eyes roll back and his throat bob all messy. as he eats your cum and drinks down your squirts.
"babydoll, fuck— s'fuckin' sweet. you really are a sweet girl, huh?" he panted into your thigh. bit down and pressed his tongue piercing against the mark afterwards.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ had you on your back. knees crooked over his shoulders with his big hands on your waist while he stuffed you full of cock. fixated on the way your body fluttered and trembled for him. on how you squelched and creamed him so good until a messy ring smeared his base.
"so needy. needy for this cock baby? y'missed it?"
he's slurring. not even a single fucking drink down and he's slurring. drunk on your kisses and the sweet squeezes of your pussy as he fucked you into his couch. rutting it against the opposite wall and probably a few seconds away from sukuna's noise complaints.
he didn't care. not when he had you choking on his name and barely being able to complete it. not when he had you whining and begging and pleading with him not to stop.
he'd swoop down and tangle his tongue with yours every time you approached another high. slammed his hips faster—and faster— ground his pelvis up into your spasming clit— until you squirted a hot stream and puddled the fabric of his couch even more. fuck. he hoped you'd leave a stain.
little did satoshi know that every time you 'struggled to say his name'— it was because another was on the tip of your tongue.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ really had no idea that you were picturing foggy glasses shoved into his hair. no idea that you were imagining cold blue eyes and a sharp tongue calling you a stupid slut and holding you up against his desk covered in textbooks as he fucked you mean on his cock. he especially had no idea that it was his twin's name in your throat every time he stuffed you to the brim and smooched your cervix.
you should feel bad. you do. you know it's awful. know you're using satoshi in a way that disgusted you to your very core— but what did it matter?
he probably fucked more girls than you could count. probably had them in this position. squeezing their thighs and calling them his babydoll while he rubbed their clit and told them to cum for him.
you knew guys like him too well. unfortunately well. you wouldn't be fooled again. so really— were you in the wrong for imagining his nerdy twin?
you're sure it didn't matter to satoshi anyway. as long as he had a warm pussy to fill and a hit for the night. guess you're both using each other, huh?
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was eating up all of your attention. he thought he'd have to go back to chasing you down again after that night. but to his surprise, two days later you were giving him eyes in an empty hallway and batting your lashes.
. . . should he really be at fault for the way he shoved you into the lockers with a hand buried in the back of your hair and a hand squeezing your ass? could he really be the one to blame when he crashed his lips to yours and shoved his tongue in your mouth when you were looking at him so sweetly?
"babydoll," he groaned, whined, as he sucked on your tongue. "keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna make sure we get expelled."
and when you nipped at his lip piercing and called his name so softly? he just had to dive back in and kiss you until your knees were shaky. not caring in the slightest for the footsteps that stopped at the foot of the hall.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ for the second time, has never wanted to break his brother's jaw more.
or should he blame you? surely you knew by now that he took this hallway to get to quantum physics class. surely you knew that there was a chance he'd walk down this hallway and catch you face-fucking his brother. right?
the assignment sheet he'd been reviewing in his hand crumpled. fist shaking and jaw tight. fine. fine. if you wanted his brother so bad? you could have him.
it's hopeless anyway. satoru wouldn't even know how to treat you if he had the chance. too inexperienced. too emotionally inept.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ made sure to avoid you like the plague. he never should have let impulse take over. never should have kissed you in that library. fucked you on his fingers so clumsily and made you realise how useless his hands were when they weren't practising equations and flipping through textbooks.
he hated how he still wanted you. how he still thought about you. how he'd bury his face into a pillow and hump on another until he was grunting and cursing your name into the fabric. until he was whimpering it— like some pathetic boy who got his candy stolen.
"I hate you—" he huffed, voice shaking as his hand still had the nerve to squeeze around his tip and rub another pitiful spout of cum out of him.
"I hate you. I h-hate you— fucking hate you." his head tips back, breaths fogging his glasses that hang off his nose. thighs twitching from three orgasms spilled all over his sheets just because he can't get you out of his fucking head.
what did it matter? you're the kind of girl only satoshi would know how to please. and it seemed you knew that.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was confronted by his best friend, sukuna, one thursday morning. yanked into some empty classroom with his helmet still tucked under his arm and cursing at the pink haired jock.
"the fuck's your problem?" he grumbled.
"should be asking you that shit." sukuna huffed.
he found out very quickly what sukuna was on about. asking if he was okay, if he was on something, if he finally gave in to peer pressure and decided to snort a line of some shit because he absolutely was not acting like himself. not looking at girls, denying numbers, missing parties. it wasn't like satoshi. not the campus heartthrob who just had to smile and wink a pretty blue eye to get whatever he wanted.
"you've been all over that girl." sukuna said. "you've never been this hooked. heard you last night too."
satoshi had to bite back his smirk. right. he had you bouncing on his cock last night. grinding your hips up into his and whimpering for him to help since he's just too big and your poor pussy's struggling. wait—
sukuna's rough hand shook him by the arm. "see? you're fucking spacey. what the hell's going on with you?"
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ got a firm talking to. got told he was actually falling in love— and that vulnerability scared the piss out of him. love? he didn't know how to love— not really. girls liked his dick and his bike and the filthy things he'd whisper in their ear when no one was looking. but love. . . fuck.
the way his heart was hammering said it. the way his chest fluttered when sukuna brought you up.
"what the fuck do I do?" he mumbled, hating how soft his voice was as he raked a hand through his white tuffs. "yeah— okay, maybe I like her. but what the fuck do I do?"
"take her out. maybe somewhere to eat. somewhere fun. can't be fucking her every time you meet up." sukuna flicked his arm.
satoshi winced. then considered it. maybe he could finally take you for a drink like he'd first offered. or maybe a party? a midnight ride?
"yeah well, she wants to fuck me whenever we meet up." he mulled, then shrugged. "guess I can combine the two. maybe that's just her style, y'know?"
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ thought about it a little more than he'd like to admit. spaced out in his classes, spent his lunch scrolling through food joints, hell— he even made a note on his phone. he wasn't good at this stuff. wasn't sure when last he went out on a date. girls usually wanted him for his body and that was it. they cried on his dick and scratched up his back but he never really offered them to hold their hand in some romantic coffee shop or whatever.
it hit him in the dead of night. when he was in bed and on his routinely hour of thinking about you. he phone has buzzed with a gallery memory. a picture he'd snapped from the photo album, of a kid him and satoru at a fair with their parents. satoru was hugging some big stuffie while satoshi lingered behind with a half-eaten funnel cake.
and that's when it hit him. . . a fair. they're fun, there's food, they're cute. that's what the couples in the movies do, right?
he sent you a text immediately. then flopped his phone down onto his chest and grinned at the ceiling like an idiot.
well. until a cold realisation washed over him, and he had to call up his best friend in the dead of night to awkwardly ask for some pointers.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ couldn't believe it. you actually agreed. you were actually standing right beside his bike and holding the helmet he'd handed you. with a cute little dress on and that lip gloss he had the urge to smear in heated kisses. but he held back.
"so you just had another helmet lying around?" you asked, brow arching as you fiddled with the straps.
"nah." he waved his hand. "just snatched one from the store."
he blinked at the look you gave him, then grinned as he took the helmet. plopping it on your head and clasping the strap beneath your chin. "meant I bought it baby. whatdya take me for? a delinquent?"
he flipped the visor up. crooned at your little glare and stroked his thumb on the side of your neck. "you really want me to answer that?" you huffed.
"don't look at me like that."
"or what?"
he pressed his lips to your temple. hand squeezing on your waist as he hoisted you up against him.
"or I'm gonna have to do some nasty things to you right over my bike, babydoll."
he always loved how flustered you got. the way you shoved at his shoulders and huffed at him as you turned away. but despite his wide grin and his low words— he didn't want any of that tonight. he just wanted to take you out. treat you right. if you initiated, well, he guessed he couldn't deny you but. . .
tonight he wanted to try to love you the way that you deserved. just for tonight.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ sent you a text. he couldn't help it. he saw you leave capmus with satoshi. saw the way you were bickering and he was grinning. what, were you off somewhere to fuck like rabbits again? off somewhere to forget about how it was his dick you were begging for in the library? the insecurity, the hurt, it all spilled over into harsh thumbs and harsher words.
gojo satoru: he's good for you. you're both whores.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ got you whatever you wanted at the fair. sweet treats? drinks? that oddly shaped teddy bear that he caught you glancing at when you passed one of those overpriced ring toss games? he made sure to win it for you. had no problem catching the rig in the game. he remembered when his parents would take him and satoru to these fairs and his dad would win the prizes. satoru often got them but— whatever. satoshi didn't wanna focus on that now.
all he cared about was the way you tried not to smile as he victoriously handed you the deformed plushie. "guess that means you owe me a kiss huh?" he hummed, leaning over you like some lovesick puppy.
he didn't catch the way you hesitated. nor the itch in your palms. he was too distracted by your gloss on his lips and the kiss that he melted into. shoulders sagging and heart fluttering as you hooked your arms round his neck. pulled him in deeper. gripped his hair.
he was all dazed. so drunk on your lips and the idea that he was here. kissing you at some fair with butterflies in his stomach and his heart in his hands. he didn't even process your mouth that slipped to his ear.
"I spotted a photobooth not too far. wanna go make some memories?"
as you nipped on his lobe. his chest fluttered.
wait.
that didn't sound very cutesy romantic.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ wasn't aware that the only reason you pushed him into that photobooth and climbed into his lap was because you were thinking of his brother. had no idea that satoru had even texted you. that the only reason you started humping on his lap and whining his name into his ear was because his twin had pissed you off and your pussy was throbbing for satoru. not him. but satoru.
he was a fool, really. gripping your waist and drowning on your lips. groaning into your tongue as he bucked up into you. catching on your clit just right and gripping the back of your neck as your pretty moans pitched.
"hah— gonna get us caught." he mumbled. too high on the way you ground on his cock to focus on how he was distracted by lust rather than love. on how you'd turned a sweet kiss into a filthy makeout session in a photobooth.
"that what you want? wanna get caught bouncing on my dick?"
his words were muffled by your heated lips. the hot tangle of your tongue and the dirty grind of you hips. blissfully unaware that you just needed him to shut up so that you could imagine his twin while you ground yourself to an orgasm.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ felt his knees shake as you both eventually crawled out of the photobooth with a strip of filthy pictures. unbeknownst that it was a testimony of you wanting his body because he looked like a man who actually held your heart.
he still folded it. fixated on the perfect shot of you both kissing. then tucked it away in his wallet.
he should have known better. he really should have.
but he was so lost in the fantasy of this date. in the idea that he was doing well for once— treating a girl in a way he never has before. outside of sex. outside of what his fingers, tongue or dick could do. no technique, just tenderness. he gave you his jacket at some point in the night. his heart throbbed at how pretty you looked in it.
yeah. satoshi was a bit oblivious to the way your hands were all over him at the haunted house attraction. he had to push you against one of the walls and kiss you stupid. but it's just because you needed him so bad— right?
yeah. he didn't think much of the way your hand crept on his lap while you both sat down to share a sundae. he just slipped his fingers down and wrapped them around yours. gave you a little squeeze.
he surely wasn't paying attention when you'd kissed him hard as the ferriswheel stopped at the top. all he heard was the fireworks above. all he felt were your hands pushing under his shirt. the way you climbed back into his lap and gripped the back of his hair.
no. satoshi didn't care. all he cared about was that you were kissing him. and it was beneath the fireworks. doesn't get more romantic than that, right?
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was all loopy as he drove you both back home. his head spinning cause your head felt so warm laid between his shoulders as he steered the bike back to campus. he skipped a red light. didn't even care about the speeding ticket that'll probably await him.
all he cared about were your arms looped around his waist and the fluttering in his chest.
he walked you up to your dorm. told you to keep the helmet, and the jacket. smiled— not grinned or smirked or anything smug of sort.
he smiled when he told him goodnight.
"don't I get one last kiss?"
he couldn't help it. he was greedy for what he thought was his.
and here you both were now. with him pinning you to the opened door. hands gripping your thighs that plushed on his waist. his mouth on yours. hot and hungry and the kind of desperate need that he hasn't felt before with any other girl.
your hands were in his hair again. they always were. holding your mouths together as you rutted your hips into his.
"babydoll," he groaned, withdrawing so that saliva webbed both of your lips. a few messy strings caught on his tongue piercing. his white lashes fluttered over blue eyes practically shaped into little hearts. "you don't know what you do to me."
his breathing was ragged. something clenched in his chest. then lodged in his throat.
something he couldn't quite name but wanted to say anyway as he looked into your glassy eyes and felt your hot cunt throbbing on him through his jeans.
he sucked in a breath. one large hand cupped your face and tilted it up. he drew closer. breaths bated. heart stuttering. "I—"
bzztt!
he cleared his throat. something told him to pull his phone out. the text floating on his screen had him blinking.
toru: dude I need your help.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ set you down. smooched you for good measure and apologised. called you his babydoll one last time and told you he had an emergency. satoru never texted him for anything. and as much as he'd love to spend another night between your thighs— his brother came first.
he rushed off. leaving you panting and with a heavy stone in your heart as you shut your door and pressed your back into it.
did you really just do that? did you really just use a man because he had the face of your rival who you fell in love with? because his voice sounded just like satoru's when he said the right thing in the right tone?
you looked at the helmet in your arms. remembered the jacket wrapped around you.
you felt sick.
but you shoved it down. told yourself that satoshi only wanted sex. that you'd never love someone like him. that this was fair transaction.
as you plopped the helmet on your desk and drew a heavy sigh. still hot and bothered between the legs as you flopped onto your stomach into your bed. pulling your pillow closer and burying your face into it with a muffled, exagerated whine at your own heart.
his jacket still felt so warm around you.
sleep. you just needed some sleep. needed to stop thinking about the twins that you were caught in some messy triangle with. your eyes hung heavy. fluttering shut as your breath slowed. body easing into the sheets. you allowed sleep to drift you off somewhere warm.
that was until. you felt a weight press down on top of you.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was shaking. actually shaking. his hands were shaking as they snatched your waist. his knees were shaking as they shoved into the bed. he watched you panic. watched you squirm. watched you jerk up— only to freeze when you saw him.
"sat— satoru?"
and he kissed you. harder than he had in the library. harder than in any of his dreams. it was clumsy and fervent. a clash of teeth and tongue.
the worst part? you kissed him back. fuck. you kissed him back. you want him. some part of you wanted him. even though you keep giving yourself to his bastard twin.
he gripped the back of your hair. shoved your face down and rutted his hips against your ass. slow, and rough and haphazard as groans caught in his throat.
he lurched down. nose pressing into your cheek and his cock throbbing against the back of your thigh.
a part of him thought his heart would stop from how hard it was beating. thought he'd pass out from pure hyperventilation with how heavy his breathing was.
his voice was ragged. it didn't sound like him. he didn't feel like himself. didn't know what he was doing— only that he was so. fucking. tired. of seeing you with satoshi.
"you wanted it?" he jammed his hips harder into yours. grinding in frantic bucks. "then you're gonna take it."
teeth clenched. eyes glossy behind his glasses. he shoved your head into the pillow further and nearly whined at your muffled moans as he pressed his panting mouth against your ear.
jaw ticked. breath jagged.
"even if I don't know how to give it. you're gonna fucking take it."
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The tension between you had been brewing since you were first hired. But tonight... Tonight was different.
The office lights dimmed as the clock ticked past eight, leaving just you and Clark Kent alone in the sprawling executive suite. As his secretary, you'd stayed late to finish reports, but the way his broad shoulders filled the doorway when he returned from his meeting made your pulse quicken. Clark was a towering figure - six-foot-four of solid muscle hidden under his crisp suit, dwarfing your frame as he approached your desk.
"You've been incredible today," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. He leaned against the edge, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. "The way you handle everything… it's flawless. I don't know what I'd do without you."
His praise washed over you like warm honey, and before you could respond, his large hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up. The size difference hit you hard - your head barely reached his chest, making you feel small and delicate under his gaze. He closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry kiss that left you breathless.
Clark scooped you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the leather couch in his office. He set you down gently at first, but his hands were already roaming, worshipping every curve. "God, you're perfect," he growled, peeling off your blouse to reveal your lace bra. His fingers traced the swell of your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples through the fabric until they hardened.
He unhooked the bra with one hand, his mouth descending to lick a slow, wet trail along the underside of one breast. You arched into him, gasping as his tongue flicked over your nipple, teasing it before sucking hard. The sensation shot straight to your core, and he switched to the other, pinching and rolling the first between his fingers. "These are exquisite," he praised, his voice muffled against your skin. "So responsive, so sensitive… I could spend hours here."
Your hands tangled in his dark hair, but he grabbed a fistful of yours in return, pulling your head back to expose your neck. He nipped at your throat while his free hand slid under your skirt, pushing your panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into your wetness, curling to stroke that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "You're soaking for me already," he said, his tone laced with approval. "Such a good girl, letting me feel how much you want this."
He pumped his fingers faster, his thumb grinding against your clit, building the pressure until your first orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, clenching around him, but he didn't stop. Instead, he added a third finger, stretching you wider, his mouth returning to your breasts to bite down lightly on a nipple. The overstimulation made your body tremble, waves of pleasure bordering on pain as he pushed you toward another peak.
"That's it, come again for me," he urged, his grip tightening in your hair. You shattered a second time, your juices coating his hand, but Clark's eyes darkened with need. He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean while you watched, panting. Then he stood, shedding his clothes to reveal his massive cock - thick and veined, easily better than anything you'd imagined.
He positioned you bent over the desk, the size difference even more pronounced as he loomed behind you. One hand fisted your hair again, yanking your head back while the other guided his tip to your entrance. "You're going to take every inch," he promised, thrusting in roughly. The stretch burned deliciously, his girth filling you completely as he bottomed out with a groan.
Clark set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against your ass, each stroke hitting deep. He reached around to knead your breasts, twisting your nipples until you whimpered. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he rasped, praising you through gritted teeth. "So tight, so perfect around my cock. You're mine tonight."
The roughness had you spiraling, his body worshipping yours even in the frenzy - lips and tongue tracing your spine between thrusts, hands squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. Another orgasm built fast, your walls fluttering around him, but he didn't let up. He pounded harder, pulling your hair to arch your back, forcing you to take him deeper.
You came with a scream, milking his cock, and still he kept going, overstimulating your sensitive nerves until tears pricked your eyes. "One more," he demanded, his voice rough with lust. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing in tight circles as he drove into you relentlessly.
The final climax hit like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as he buried himself to the hilt and unleashed his load. Hot cum flooded you, warm thick ropes of cum mixing with your own cream left you shaking, his seed spilling deep inside as your pussy clenched greedily around him. Feeling his balls tightening behind you as he kept fucking sporadic bouts of cum until he rode out his own orgasm.
Clark collapsed onto your chair, taking you with him, his massive frame enveloping yours protectively. "You were incredible," he whispered, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "Absolutely perfect." The office fell quiet, save for your shared breaths, the night stretching out with unspoken promises of more.
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You'd been out on a casual stroll through Centennial Park with Clark, the kind of low-key escape you both needed amid the city's endless hustle and his relentless hero calls. But when you spotted that strange, glowing flower poking through a crack in the sidewalk -vibrant purple petals pulsing with an eerie light - you couldn't resist bending down for a closer inspection. One deep breath, and the pollen burst into your lungs like a sweet, treacherous mist. At first, it was merely a warm buzz, but by the time you reached your high-rise apartment in Metropolis, your body ignited.
Your skin burned hot, every nerve alight with desperate craving. You stumbled into the living room, collapsing onto the plush sectional, thighs squeezing together as a relentless throb pulsed in your core. Clark's eyes flashed with alarm behind his glasses, his enhanced senses detecting the foreign toxin instantly. "What happened out there?" he demanded, dropping to his knees beside you, his broad palm cradling your face. You panted, spilling the details about the flower, the pollen. His expression hardened - he recognized it as some extraterrestrial aphrodisiac, one that pushed desires to excruciating heights.
"I need you, Clark," you moaned, fisting his shirt and dragging him nearer. Your pussy clenched with emptiness, arousal drenching your underwear. He gave a soft nod, his piercing blue gaze shifting to raw want mixed with worry. "I'm here honey. Just let me help you." His tone rumbled deep, soothing as he lifted you without effort, your petite form swallowed by his enormous build. That stark contrast always electrified you - his towering stature and rippling muscles rendering you fragile against his alien power.
He carried you to the bedroom, settling you on the king-sized bed with devoted care. Easing in gradually, he adored your form as if it were divine. His mouth ghosted along your throat, lips sealing over the frantic beat there. "You're stunning," he breathed, accolades flowing freely while he stripped away your top. "So beautiful, I love you." His palms explored your curves, thumbs grazing the swells of your breasts, coaxing you to bow upward with a desperate squirm.
He flicked open your bra, baring your chest to the room's chill. They rose and fell sharply, peaks stiffening on contact. Clark let out a tantalizing groan, his lips claiming one nipple. He drew it in firmly, tongue lashing the tender point as his digits tweaked and circled the other. The stimulation went straight to your center, hips jerking involuntarily. "You're so pretty like this baby," he lauded amid ministrations, his exhale scorching your flesh. "So soft 'n warm," he says in between nips to your breasts, "could do this f'hours honey" He alternated, grazing with teeth before feverishly suckling, eliciting needy babbling from you, like music to his ears.
The effects of the pollen intensified, overwhelming you as the faintest graze sparked like lightning to your core. You raked his shoulders, eyes watery - begging for more. Clark's palm ventured lower, yanking down your jeans and underwear. His sturdy fingers discovered your sopping slit, spreading it to rub your engorged nub. "Gosh baby, you're soaked," he rasped, pushing a digit inside your tight cunt. You were sucking him in, walls gripping tight. He introduced another, driving them steadily, his thumb giving your clit small circles.
It wound fiercely, your climax exploding from the direct pressure. You whined, frame shuddering as pleasure tore through. Clark persisted, digits hooking to stroke that inner ridge, extending the peak until you wept from the excess. "There ya' go baby, give it to me honey," he encouraged, his voice firm but breathless. "You're so perfect."
But, you need more. It's not enough, you burned for more. You tugged his zipper, small whines pushing past your lips, "need more.. please clark, I need you so bad." His stiff cock slapped his tummy as it was released, girthy and ridged, pinkish mushroom tip glistening, as a pearl of his arousal rolled down the flushed shaft. Your need amplified - your fingers sweetly grabbed him, as if on instict. He shed his clothes faster than your eyes could grasp, wedging between your legs. "Y'ready honey?" he checked, ever vigilant. You locked your legs behind his waist, delirious and dizzy for more. Plush lips pouting at him as you nodded so soft it was barely there.
Sliding a hand under your head, tangling himself in your hair, pulling enough to bare your neck. His lips collided with yours in a greedy movement, then withdrew to bite your bottom lip. The raw move didn't satiate your lust, clenching around nothing. "I gotcha honey," he coos at you, cock pushing into you, so smoothly it's almost like this is where he belongs forever.
Sheathed fully, stretching you so far you felt him nudge your cervix. You babbled incoherently, fullness consuming you, his pelvis flush to yours, the skin at the base of his cock wrinkling up when he bottoms out. He pulled your hair sharper - not enough to hurt, but enough to have you fucking milking him - moving so his bared teeth can skim your soft skin. "Doing so good for me baby, gosh you feel so good," he breathlessly rasps, pumping into you with controlled might - strong enough to bang the headboard against the wall. His other hand reclaimed its place on your breast, kneading one while pinching your nipple, the blend of sting and delight pushing you to peaks you didn't know you could reach.
He adjusted, hand under your thighs to prop them over his shoulders, rolling his hips to nudge your clit with each thrust, deeper than he's ever been before. Abs flexing, watching how you twitch and spasm around him like you're begging to cum. Heavy-hitting thrusts as his pelvis rubs your clit has you seeing with stars in your eyes. He watches you, rolling your eyes back, hissing through gritted teeth when it feels too good, the way your ankle wobbles over his shoulder while getting pounded into.
How lewd you sound together, wet sounds getting sloppier and the sweatier you both get the longer it goes on. Noticing how being trapped underneath him lets you really indulge and feel the stretch. Clark nipped at the inside of your ankle, sensing your orgasm about to plow through you, tormenting your raw nerves with his thumb, taut circles until your vision blurred with tears. "So tight, gripping me like you never wanna let go. You're amazing, baby."
You shattered once more, clenching his cock like never before, creaming all over his cock, lungs caving into yourself. Clark fucked you through it as he chased his high, moaning deep from his chest as he pumped your pussy full of thick, warm ropes of cum. Watching as you and him trickle down his shaft, before coating his balls.
At last, as the pollen faded, he eased your legs down from his shoulders, secretly relishing in the frothed up cum between you, about to pull out, as you whined nuzzling into his neck shaking your head refusing to part with him. Hands reached down under your thighs to help you settle onto his chest as he moved to lay down. His touch impossibly softened, caressing your spent limbs with affectionate homage. "You were amazing honey," he murmured against your ear, enveloping you in his tight hold. Soft 'I love you's' and 'you did so good baby' fill the air.
Tired and fulfilled, you slipped into slumber, secure in your Superman's grasp with his cum soaked cock tucked deep inside you.
being an x reader writer and trying to be inclusive of all readers makes me overthink so much like should i write about you having smth with milk in it? no no what if the reader is lactose-intolerant. about the reader being the big spoon? noo what if they wanna be cuddled like a little spoon. about fingers through your hair? noooo what if the person reading it is bald
