thinking about clark kent that meticulously tracks your cycle- mdni heavy breeding kink 18+
(clark kent x fem!reader)
your smart watch pings- ovulation day. but you don’t need a fancy app to tell you when your boyfriend is already tongue deep in your pussy, lapping up every ounce of the “sweetest juice” as he calls it.
clark knew the moment you woke up this morning when he tugged you toward him. his hand stroking up and down your spine before carding through your hair. “you’re warmer than normal,” he’d said. “must be fertile.”
“maybe,” you mused, relaxing into his chest.
“maybe?” he teased, shifting down and draping your legs over his shoulders.
“clark, let me shower first,” you whined.
“never,” he hummed, already pressing his nose to the soft flesh between your thighs. “so sweet this time of month, makes me crazy.”
“clark,” you moaned as he licked the first stripe.
and now here you are, thighs shaking as he pulls another orgasm from you with his mouth alone. his lips and chin glisten as the morning sun lights up your bedroom. his eyes are dark and focused on his prize, and he nudges your swollen clit with his nose. the sensitive bud being hit again and again makes you hiss.
“gimme one more,” he husks into your pussy, almost growling. clark is typically so textbook sweet and romantic, but when it’s this time of the month he’s like a man starved. “onemorebabyplease,” he moans, his words running together.
he shifts your legs higher, hitting a new angle with his tongue. your vision whites out for a second before your thighs lock around his head and you’re coming for a third time.
“mmmm…. knew you had it in ya,” he groans, moving up the bed.
“need you in me,” you whine, nearly breathless.
“i know baby, i know. i’m gonna take care of my girl.”
he kicks off his briefs and settles himself between your legs. “this how you want me?”
you answer by wrapping your legs around his waist and running your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck.
he pushes in with a sigh. he worked you up so much with his mouth that there’s not too much of a stretch this time, and you kind of miss it because you love hearing him tell you “breathe baby” when he works his way inside.
his mouth tastes like your arousal when he kisses you. it’s heady and sweet. one strong arm wraps around your thigh, pulling it up so he can get even deeper.
“fuck baby,” you whine. you’re so full. “right there clark.”
he sighs out another groan- deeper this time, like he’s trying to hold back. his lips brush against the pulse point in your neck and you shiver.
“baby girl, feel so good,” he moans, rutting into you now with sloppy thrusts.
“don’t pull out,” you whisper, almost too quiet, but clark’s impeccable senses hear it immediately, along with the way your heart races.
“don’t say that,” he huffs out with a smile and a kiss. “don’t tease. you know how much i want to make you a mommy.”
“clark…. cum in me,” you whimper, feeling your body ascending to another peak.
“baby girl.”
“clark.”
“you sure? once i start i won’t be able to stop. you know how much there is,” he mutters, eyes searching yours.
“fuhhh- that feels good. i’m so sure- want all your babies.”
his breath catches on a moan- broken and hoarse- before he starts to press both of your legs up underneath him, pressing your body into the mattress. “gonna give you everything,” he grunts as he fucks you harder.
“fuck, lock me down, clark!” you moan, pushing him deeper inside of you as his legs start to shudder.
he gasps once and his eyes roll back before you feel him pumping into you in thick spurts. “there ya go. take it all baby girl,” he says as he keeps thrusting into you, more slowly now. he’s leaning back and watching it pulse out of you with a blush before scooping you up. your limbs feel like jelly, but you ignore them and look up at his flushed, perfect face. it’s not like your babies wouldn’t be adorable. what’s the harm in trying?
“gonna get you cleaned up baby,” he says with a kiss to your forehead. “and then go to the store for prenatals. folic acid. very important.”
“clark….” you start with mock annoyance.
“oh no baby girl, we’re doing this now. it’s my life’s mission to get you pregnant.”
“harem of one?”
“i don’t think it’s a harem if it’s just us,” he jokes. “but you’re the only one i want.”
collect his payment (the projectionist x fem!reader)
wc: 706
tags: mature, no use of y/n, pearl (2022)
summary: the projectionist shows you that naughty film you like and collects his payment.
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"You don't have to pay me to play it, little lady," he says, pushing your money back toward you.
"You're going to show it to me for free?"
"Well, I don't know about that now. There's other ways to pay me," the projectionist says with a crooked smile. Heat travels from your chest to the tops of your thighs at his suggestion.
He told you to stop by whenever- "three long knocks and one short and I'll know it's the prettiest gal in town". He showed you a scandalous foreign film a few nights ago that you can't get out of your head, and you're here to see it again. And to see him again frankly.
"Roll the picture," you say. You sit on the edge of the small bed in the corner of the projection room while he gets the film set up on the projector. He looks back at you with a raised brow as he clicks the roll into place.
"You look quite comfortable over there," he says.
"I am," you reply. "Is it playing?"
"Yes, come watch," he says, offering you his hand. You take it and let him lead you to one of two small windows above the theater. You can see the beginnings of the dirty, silent film play as a deep need settles into your belly. "What's your favorite part?" He whispers from behind you. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him.
"I- I don't know that I have one," you tremble as his hand trails up your bare arm. "The whole film, I suppose."
"Mm, well, my favorite part is right here," he groans as he touches you through the fabric of your dress, just like the man is touching the woman on screen. Your eyes close and you take in a sharp breath at his touch.
"Mm, feels good," you moan.
"Watch the film while I collect my payment, little lady."
"Oh- oh!" You yelp as he lifts the skirts of your dress and presses something hard and hot between your thighs. You're slightly embarrassed at how easy you're making things for him- at how wet you are. He grunts as he sheaths himself inside of you. You gasp at the full, stretching feeling- he's so big. You can feel every vein and twitch as he swells before starting to move.
"Watch the picture, pretty one," he whispers, moving the back of your head with his hand toward the screen again. "Watch him fuck her like I'm fucking you right now."
Is that what he's doing to you right now? Fuck sounds so filthy, but what you're doing is- God, it's supremely delicious. The heat and strength of his body surging into yours, his other hand reaching around your front to find that bundle of nerves you touched when you thought of him after the first night, it's all too too much. Your legs begin to shake with pleasure, with the life force of him projecting into you. "You're taking it so well," he praises. "Let go for me."
His breath across the back of your neck is your undoing- your legs give out, but he holds your body upright and makes you finish watching the film. He grunts behind you, taking you harder and harder until you feel a wet heat spilling out of you as he pulls out of your body. You realize you're in the same position as the woman on screen- bent over, letting everything he just gave you drip down your thighs. "Stay there," he says as he zips his trousers up.
He moves about the projection room, but you don't take your eyes from the screen as the film shows a grainy "Fin". A soft cloth is pressed to the apex of your thighs as the projectionist cleans up his mess. He plants a kiss there before lowering the skirts of your dress.
"Thank you," you sigh out, still holding on to the ledge of the window for strength. Your legs are still weak.
"For the film?" He asks with a smirk.
"Yes, for the film- and the...."
"You're welcome, little lady. And now you still have a nickel for some hard candy on your walk back home."
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