piv, unprotected, creampie, Dick w a breeding kink, wrap it b4 u tap it, might be ooc
Dick didn't mean to go that fast really. He just started pounding into you when you started moaning like that. You were beneath him, tied up and writhing out of sheer pleasure, sweat coating your skin as you moaned out his name, and something just snapped. Dick's pelvis slapping onto your ass in rhythmic slaps.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Dick...! Slow down...!" You mewled out.
"'S too good baby, gotta go faster..." Dick groaned out, his hand moving to rub your clit. He pulled you into a kiss with his free hand, his tongue fighting with your own. You whimpered as his thumb circled up and down and the kiss muffled your voice. Your legs locked onto his waist as he broke away, peppering kisses all over your collarbone.
His hand pulled away giving you a small swat mumbling on about how good you're doing for him as your tied up.
"I'm gonna get you pregnant baby... want me to make you a mommy...? yeah...?"
You threw your head back, "Mhm! Mhm!"
He felt you tightened up and whimpered into your shoulder biting down.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Dick...!" Your orgasm came crashing onto you as you felt Dick cum. You were left twitching as Dick pulled out, kissing you gently this time before going to get a rag to clean you up.
it takes almost an hour of foreplay just to accommodate your pussy for it to fit. he enjoys himself knowing that, and wont waste time to tease you about it.
but one thing he absolutely loves about it is receiving head.
the fact that you cant wrap your whole hand around it makes him harder than he already is at this moment.
“fuck- hah slow down there princess” he breaths out, holding your hair gently back as you bob your head back and forth on his length.
he isnt the longest ever, above average for sure but what got to you was his thickness. having to stretch your lips wide to accommodate him in your mouth made your own arousal pool in your panties.
gripping a second hand on his base, you squeeze it and twist around as you suck on the length all the way to the tip, making him groan and fist your hair a little too tight.
“im close baby, you do so well f’ me, such a good fucking girl”
that makes you moan on his dick. feeling your jaw already sore, you quicken up the pace slightly that makes him grunt, spilling into your mouth full.
gagging on it as you let it go from your mouth, you swallow his cum and look up at him with a furrowed eyebrow, rubbing your jaw with your hand.
“youre too fucking thick, my jaw hurts now”
dick looks at you with a raised eyebrow and a snort, tilting his head and looking you at eye level.
“is that so? let me make it up to you”
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“gotta spread these lips reallll nice yeah? too tight f’ me” he hums teasingly, scissoring his fingers into you, curling at the spot he knows makes you arch — which you did and whine out his name
“dick- im close please” you tug on his wrist while looking at him with hooded eyes. you so badly wanted him to stick it in already but you knew you couldn’t handle it yet…
“seriously princess? second time already and i havent even put my dick in ya…” he tsks, rubbing his thumb on your clit to put you on your edge, white fluid gushing out on his rough hands.
sticking his fingers in his mouth with a groan and an eye roll, looking at you like your his prey.
“gonna get what you want, but dont go complaining.”
everytime you regret not having more foreplay but the dick is too good to wait. by holding your hips, he sinks into you slowly, inch by inch filling your plush walls, his thick member stuck on the moist of your cunt.
“oh fuck! too much” you babble and he laughs at the reaction, to your head lolling back and gripping his shoulder while the other grips the sheets
“i told you baby, but youre such an impatient thing.. want to put in something so thick in something so tight?”
dick muses. hes a romantic sure but he loves to tease you like this in bed. gripping on your hips better, he starts to slam his hips into yours, the gushy sounds filling the bedroom along with yours (and his) moans.
“god how i love this pussy yeah? so so so responsive, youre doing great sweetheart, knew you could.”
its not long after you come again for the third time tonight with a moan of his name and his own groan, spurting inside your hole.
when he pulls out, you audibly whine at the loss of him, feeling rather empty and not stuffed like you normally feel.
looking up at him, you giggle a bit, stretching your arms above your head. “you wore me out.”
he smirks, flopping on top of your naked body and burying himself in your chest.
“way to boost my ego baby, think im hard again” he jokes receiving a playful smack from you.
⟢ 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: i bought a nightwing comic today so this is for my dick grayson girlies, i hope i made u guys happy.
“i know, baby. just a few more inches.” dick coos softly into your ear, his large hand clamping onto your hip as he slowly inches his cock into you.
“you said just the tip.” you practically whine out, still tired from dick waking you up and turning you onto your side.
“i know,” he grunts, filling you up with his cock, his hips stammering a bit. you just felt too good. “i’m a liar, huh?”
whimpering out softly. dicks cock hitting just right. leaving you speechless, all you can do is nod as your hands grip onto his sheets.
“i’m sorry, baby.” you can feel the amused smirk on dick’s lips. you knew your boyfriend was anything but sorry. he was having the time of his life.
“i just couldn’t help myself,” he slowly slides out of you. his hand gently grips your shoulder and pushes you to lie on your back. you blink up at him slowly as you feel dick grip your hips, and gently thrust back into you.
“you’re too gorgeous.” he whispers, keeping his pace slow, his hands wrapping around your waist. nestling himself into you. “fuck.”
sitting up, he pulls your hips up to his, arching your back perfectly as he continues to move inside you faster.
“you just feel so perfect, squeezing me just right.” he holds your hips harder, lifting your back off his bed, thrusting his cock in you sharply.
closing your eyes shut, you let your body go lax, letting dick do whatever he wants in this moment, putting all your trust into him.
“open your eyes, baby.” dick starts to slow down his pace, a silent warning that he’ll stop if you don’t listen. “let me see those pretty eyes.”
you instantly cave in, opening your eyes. you couldn’t let him stop, not when he was making you feel amazing.
“there she is.” he smiles, leaning down to peck your lips. pulling away, dick continues to move his hips slowly, just to mess with you. his favorite thing to do was to tease and taunt you, how long did it take to mess with you until you whined or complained? he liked riling you up.
“dick, faster—“ you grumble, breathing heavily as you stare up at dick, watching as a smile forms on his lips again. “that’s not how you ask me for things.”
“dick, can you move faster, please?” you ask, hoping your asshole of a boyfriend actually listens.
“hmm, there we go,” he moves faster, pulling you in closer to him. leaning back down, “that’s all you had to do.” his whispers against your shoulder gently before taking a bite.
gasping from shock, your hands grip onto his sheets harder, your cunt squeezing against his dick. your legs shaking as the pressure continues to build up. the feeling of dicks tongue swirling around the bite; trying to soothe the aching feeling was hot. you physically felt hot, it made butterflies swirl around in your stomach.
“go ahead, baby, let go.” dick groans out, his teeth letting go of your shoulder as he buries his face against your neck, moving as fast as he could to make sure you got off. “i’m right behind you.”
dick sinks his teeth in again, taking a small bite of your skin in the crook of your neck. getting another whimper out of you, your body stiffens, and tears spill out as you cum for dick. he releases your throat from his mouth, his lips pressing kisses against your bitten skin as he whimpers and grunts.“just five more minutes, baby. then we’re finished.”
he moves faster, it’s a little sloppy, a sign that he’s so close too. with in a few more pumps, you feel dick come inside you with a harsh breath, his blue eyes staring into yours with adoration.
a/n: i’m on a dick grayson high!!! i need to gnaw on him!!
I was lucky enough to be a part of the Code Red JayTim Charity Zine.
A very late, but very big thank you to all the incredible Mods at @coderedjaytimzine!
I was hyped to do a BodyguardAU and was going to add little easter eggs in the background graffiti - I then immediately ran out of ideas.
Can you find the *checks notes* ...three and a half easter eggs?
TLDR ꒱ CK insists on bagging and boarding your comics after seeing you rawdog your floppies
WC ꒱ 0.5k
It all started with a: “What is wrong with you?”
You startled at the sudden expression. “What?”
You turned to look at CK, as he bent over a pile of comic issues you had bought over the last couple weeks that had possibly gotten a bit too high.
“Babe, these are going to bend and warp. They’ll be ruined.”
Your beloved, yet slightly annoying boyfriend, picked the issue laying on top of the pile up gently with two hands, cradling it like it was a precious relic.
“Oh god. This one's practically curved in half.” CK squealed.
“It’s fine. I’m not reselling them anyway.” You patted his hair.
“It is absolutely not fine. Where are your bags and boards?”
“Don’t have any?”
And that is how you got to one of the largest comic stores in your city (“For the quality, babe!”), which was surprisingly far considering the interconnected, close-knit nature of Metropolis. The two of you had taken a very crowded train ride deeper into downtown and walked a few blocks to the place. The air conditioning hit like a wall, welcome in contrast to the staggering heat outside. It held a good selection, but was still clean and well lit, and even lacked the usual overwhelming stench of middle aged men who had yet to learn what showers and deodorant were.
You took a minute to look through the shelves of graphic novels they had for sale as CK scurried off to compare board sizes. As soon as you turned to flip through the vast selection of single issues, you were interrupted.
“Absolutely not. You have enough to organize as it is.” your boyfriend scolds, lifting a bag up as evidence. “I got our stuff. Let’s get outta here.”
“Fine, fine.” You lift your hands up in abandon.
The ride back was just as crowded, train packed tightly, giving you the opportunity to lean against CK’s chest. “You happy now?”
“Of course. I can’t wait to go through all your comics.” He pulls you further into him.
You make your way back into your apartment, oppressive heat following you inside and into your dark living room. Curtains pulled tightly shut fluttered by your open window as a fan blew across the room, and you opted to turn on a lamp instead of allowing the domineering sun to grace your home.
CK practically leaps over your couch to get to the unorganized issues strewn across your coffee table and desk by your window, and you swear you saw him rub his hands together in excitement. Ripping open packages of comic bags and boards, and asking for tape, he begins his work. So you indulge him. You spend the afternoon next to each other, going through piles and discussing various storylines as he meticulously goes through all your mess and places the protected comics into organized piles. Only once you reach the end of the last pile does he snap out of his obsessive daze.
“Babe. We have to go back. We forgot to get boxes.”
a/n: okay this is cheesy and quick and actually pretty bad. but i needed a break from writing my jason fic and this kinda spewed out. its also extremely self indulgent. yes i let my floppies lay around without protection.
𖹭.ᐟ synopsis: ur his favorite alongside Superman, got a bit too obsessive than idolising. Now he has you pinned against a wall at a rooftop of all places (Deffo did NOT stalk you and sweet talk to get in ur pants)
𖹭.ᐟ warnings: semi-public sex? Idk. He's a bit over the top here, (／０￣)
𖹭.ᐟ message: I want him to headlock me while he does me from the back dats all Nyways this is not proofread
Superboy Prime believes he deserves you.
Clark Kent from Earth-Prime— he always prided himself with the fact that he was named after his favorite superhero. Idolising Superman, trying to live up to his ideals and morals. To be just like him.
It was obvious Superman was his favorite. That didn't mean you weren't his favorite too... even if it meant him obsessing over you in a different way. He remembers the very first day he read about you. Hearing about another hero debuting under DC after a small appearance in a Batman issue.
Since then, he was glued onto you. Not because of your strength and powers— I mean, sure, he did like it. One of the many reasons he latched onto you. But the main reason? Probably something he'd never admit to anyone other than in a subreddit dedicated to you.
First, your face. It was the artist's fault, drawing you so gorgeous and captivating— it made his eyes twitch with every panel you spawned in.
Then his gaze went lower, your body. It made him feel guilty. He had vowed to himself that he'd never stoop as low as those rancid perverts who only liked characters for their physical appeal back then.
Swearing to God that he'd value what every hero brought to the table:
Their morals and how they fought for the greater good.
Apparently, when he saw you, all of that was thrown out of the window.
He'd screenshot any appearance you made, whether it be in your own runs or you in a single panel in an issue in someone else's run. Saving it to a folder just to stare at it later.
He bought merch of you, didn't care if it was cute, normal, or lewd. But naturally, he'd even gravitate towards the more lewder ones... much to his dismay. Even considered buying a body pillow of you once.
Then it dawned to him. Were you one of those characters made for fanservice?
You had a decent backstory, OP abilities—but some of the situations you ended up in? The poses you were drawn into?
Eh, who cares. Every character had those moments.
What matters now was that you were in front of him.
Living.
Breathing.
Real.
This was fate. The universe had brought you together! He’d read every issue where you appeared! Even wrote fanfiction in his notebook! This was the universe's way of rewarding him for being a good boy and following through his redemption arc.
His cape was doing a half-assed job at hiding you both as he dry-humped you against a wall. Your moans ringing in his ears as he pressed his bulge deliciously in the area between your thighs.
He deepened the kiss instantly—more confident now, less frantic—and this time added his tongue. Smiling smugly as he laved your mouth with his saliva.
It wasn't gentle or romantic like in the movies. This was Superboy Prime claiming what he believed—as delusional as it may be—what was rightfully his.
His other hand slid down from your neck, your shoulder, then lower.
Until it hovered at the curve of your hip—the softest part of that perfectly sculpted body he’d drooled over for months through comic panels and pixelated fanart prints taped above his bed on Earth-Prime. Squeezing your ass appreciatively and giving it a good slap, earning a noise from you.
"You'll let me fuck you out in the open, on a rooftop like this?" He pulled away, licking his lips. Eyes half-lidded and full of lust. "So fucking easy—" He chuckles, punctuating it with a sudden grind. Then moved his palm to cradle your breast over fabric first. Testing weight and shape, then pressed in slightly as if memorizing every curve.
It filled his palm snugly, like it was made to be groped just by him—the same hand he used to fist his cock into while he dreamed of you riding him.
"What's next? I bet you'll spread your legs out like the whore you are..." His voice was low against your ear, sending an unwilling thrill down your spine. "... You don't know how long I've waited to get my hands on you."
His hand creeps to your nape, brushing over the skin, threading into the roots of your hair before gripping harshly and tilting your head back. Licking a long, wet stripe of saliva against your throat—the warm pressure of the flat of his tongue drags from your collarbone to the side of your neck.
Clark bit hard, rolling his hips into yours as he did so. His touches felt thick and hot, you could only respond with moans and heavy breathing.
The sound of your moans went straight to his dick.
Fuck.
Suddenly, kissing wasn't enough.
The transition was fast—one second he was kissing you, the next he’d lifted you effortlessly and pinned you against the wall. His hands were everywhere at once:
Gripping your thighs to hitch them around his waist, squeezing your ass as he ground his hips into yours with zero patience left.
Clothes got in the way, so in between frantic kisses, he yanked his pants down, did the same to you, and pulled your panties to the side.
A curse escaped from him as he finally shoved inside, burying himself deep with a groan that sounded almost pained from how long this had been building up in him.
Your legs shook as he slid inside, filling you up to the hilt. Eyes blown wide at the feel of the stretch. "Prime—"
He thrusts sharply, getting you to shut up. "Drop the formal stuff when I'm balls-deep in you. Call me Clark."
"Okay... Calm down—" You stutter. Focusing on adjusting to his size. A sweat rolling down your brow.
"I wanna take you home." He mutters, burying his face into your neck. He breathes you in, dragging his cock out slowly. "First round here, second at my apartment. Deal?"
When he got no response, he pounded back into you. Making you sputter at the force. "Deal?" He repeats, clearly not wanting to ask again.
"D-Deal." You nod absent-mindedly, trying to spread your legs open for him.
TLDR ꒱ CK insists on bagging and boarding your comics after seeing you rawdog your floppies
WC ꒱ 0.5k
It all started with a: “What is wrong with you?”
You startled at the sudden expression. “What?”
You turned to look at CK, as he bent over a pile of comic issues you had bought over the last couple weeks that had possibly gotten a bit too high.
“Babe, these are going to bend and warp. They’ll be ruined.”
Your beloved, yet slightly annoying boyfriend, picked the issue laying on top of the pile up gently with two hands, cradling it like it was a precious relic.
“Oh god. This one's practically curved in half.” CK squealed.
“It’s fine. I’m not reselling them anyway.” You patted his hair.
“It is absolutely not fine. Where are your bags and boards?”
“Don’t have any?”
And that is how you got to one of the largest comic stores in your city (“For the quality, babe!”), which was surprisingly far considering the interconnected, close-knit nature of Metropolis. The two of you had taken a very crowded train ride deeper into downtown and walked a few blocks to the place. The air conditioning hit like a wall, welcome in contrast to the staggering heat outside. It held a good selection, but was still clean and well lit, and even lacked the usual overwhelming stench of middle aged men who had yet to learn what showers and deodorant were.
You took a minute to look through the shelves of graphic novels they had for sale as CK scurried off to compare board sizes. As soon as you turned to flip through the vast selection of single issues, you were interrupted.
“Absolutely not. You have enough to organize as it is.” your boyfriend scolds, lifting a bag up as evidence. “I got our stuff. Let’s get outta here.”
“Fine, fine.” You lift your hands up in abandon.
The ride back was just as crowded, train packed tightly, giving you the opportunity to lean against CK’s chest. “You happy now?”
“Of course. I can’t wait to go through all your comics.” He pulls you further into him.
You make your way back into your apartment, oppressive heat following you inside and into your dark living room. Curtains pulled tightly shut fluttered by your open window as a fan blew across the room, and you opted to turn on a lamp instead of allowing the domineering sun to grace your home.
CK practically leaps over your couch to get to the unorganized issues strewn across your coffee table and desk by your window, and you swear you saw him rub his hands together in excitement. Ripping open packages of comic bags and boards, and asking for tape, he begins his work. So you indulge him. You spend the afternoon next to each other, going through piles and discussing various storylines as he meticulously goes through all your mess and places the protected comics into organized piles. Only once you reach the end of the last pile does he snap out of his obsessive daze.
“Babe. We have to go back. We forgot to get boxes.”
a/n: okay this is cheesy and quick and actually pretty bad. but i needed a break from writing my jason fic and this kinda spewed out. its also extremely self indulgent. yes i let my floppies lay around without protection.
i think its funny how superman and superboy prime are literally the alternate versions of each other yet act so so differently
not even just from their behavior, but from the way they fuck too. and how did you know? well, probably because superboy prime was balls deep behind you while your hand was wrapped around superman’s cock
“ohhh baby, you’re a star” clark— superboy prime— moaned, his hands ruthlessly pulling your hips to make contact with his and his chin resting on your shoulder to whisper in your ear. “jerkin’ off superman and gettin’ fucked by superboy prime” a dazed smirk formed on his panting lips. “now that’s what i’d call an intro—"
a choked moan left him when he felt your pussy squeeze him. the pace was almost merciless, the speed and depth of his thrusts making lewd noises come out of your poor cunt. it pulled out an ah! ah! ah! and other soft sounds from your parted lips
meanwhile, clark — superman— was panting under you, his blue eyes blown and pinned on your boobs bouncing with each thrust as his hand was on top of yours, guiding you. your name left his lips in a moan, feeling your soft hand brush a vein on his cock just right it made his length twitch in your grasp
“just like that, honey” clark whined, his big chest heaving and his hand speeding. “god, you’re perfect” it was amusing, really— the great superman, now undone and at your mercy just by your touch
“look at him” clark— prime— whispered in your ear, his eyes on his alternate self. “look how ruined he is, all from your— hah— hand alone” his mouth went behind your ear to place an open-mouthed kiss with a chuckle. “and hear how well she’s takin’ me”
of course, he was talking about your pussy— the same one that was handling each and every inch of his cock, wet slaps and squelches heard
“clark i— ohhh my god, clark!” which one were you moaning for? probably both
and to add on to the stimulation you were already feeling, clark’s other hand slipped down to press on your clit with his thumb. the added pressure along with clark’s cock— prime— drilling in you made a loud moan leave your lips and your hips jolt as a response
but the large hands on your hips immediately pulled you back, holding you back in place. “ah ah” clark— prime— murmured, his hands sliding up to your boobs to squeeze and fondle with them, his pace not stopping for even a second. “not yet pretty girl, let me fill you up first”
could this be considered a threesome if you were fucking two alternate versions of the same person? yes and no, but who cares?
synopsis: toxic!ewb!kal-el can’t keep his hands to himself, knowing you give in every time.
cw: swearing, toxic relationship, superboy prime is an asshole, made on a whim while listening to toxic by bs lol, at the end he projects his feelings because of course he does,
a/n: a non batfam post??!! woah what happened, hes eating away at my brain thats what happened LMAO, i need him so bad but also i need to kill him, ill stone him istg, with kryptonite. also new format kinda just to see. pt2 here, pt3 here
First time requesting; can I have something platonic yandere superboy prime with a reader who doesn't trust or like him as a hero but knows him as a worker at a comic book store. I just found out my boy made it back into the comics and from what I understand he works at a comic shop using the name CK. What a dork, I love it.
Ty for requesting!❤️
He’s so stupid I love him so much, CK?? CK? Secret identity my ass, get your head in the game prime‼️
Finishing this very late but I ams surprised about the amount of people requesting for him lol. WHICH YK WHAT THE MORE THE MERRIER. Live laugh love prime.
Platonic yandere prime x reader
You saw it when he first appeared, the reckless punches and flamboyant performance, pride. You weren’t too fond of the new “Superman” or so the people called him—which he wholeheartedly encouraged. The superman you knew wouldn’t overcompensate like that, the dude had an ego on him and frankly? After the whispers you’d heard? You were not a fan.
Not when he swooped in and “rescued” you, grin charming and flashy. Not when he floated in front of you expecting praise. Not when he talked on, anyways to the cheering crowd—glancing back at you, something, something comic books? Crisis arc? You stopped listening after he spread his arms wide, as if embracing the praise of the crowd below him as he tried to play it off cool.
Maybe, you even called him out publicly, asking why he was stepping into shoes that didn’t fit him. The grin on his face faltered for a second, before spreading wider, you couldn’t make out the look in his eyes. One thing was clear though, he was willing to prove himself. You don’t remember telling him your name, you realise, as he promises to win you over.
“Thank you! Thank you citizens! Please, you’re too kind, I only did what I thought was right..” The voice boomed. You sighed and kept walking further into the alley. Stuffing your other earbud into your ear to drown out the noise of the crowd, the fight with the villain had left a sizeable hole in the middle of the road, you doubt the bus would arrive on time…walking to work it is.
It was gonna be a loonng day.
By the time you slinked out of the building, bag over your shoulder,it was already around 5 pm. Well, you had some time to spare..
The bell chimed above you, when you walked into the now, mostly empty shop. The faint, familiar smell of ink and paper hit you, the shelves lined neatly with colorful issues. The moment you entered a head poked up from behind the counter, box in hand, as if having expected you.
His face lit up, he placed the box on the shelf. “You’re early.” He grinned.
“Surprisingly, getting home on time might be another issue, though. The superimposter left a big hole near maple street.” You sighed leaning against the counter, eyes moving over the nearby shelves.
There was a pause. before he laughed sheepishly “Well ya know, heroes…with their heroic deeds, at the expense of infrastructure…”
“Yeahhh, well still not my cup of tea—wonder when big blue finally comes back.” You hummed, picking up a nearby comic issue and flipping through it, the red and blue figure you were far more used to, greeting you.
In the corner of your eye, you saw his lips briefly press into a thin line, before he pushed his glasses back up. “You want some recommendations? This run just got its new issue yesterday.” He said, holding it up for you to see.
A small smile curved into your face as you took it from him, the employee already having launched into one of his usual nerdy yap sessions. You don’t notice how his eyes didn’t leave you for a second.
You didn’t realise how long you’d been standing there until your leg started to numb after awhile, you stood up straight and stretched, placing the issue back onto the counter.
“I should head home soon.” You yawned, stretching and glancing at the clock.
His eyes followed you and he didn’t say anything for a beat, before nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah, I’ll walk you.” He said simply.
You snorted softly at that, “Doesn’t your shift still have two hours left?”
He paused, eyes flicking to the break room. “Eh, it’s a slow day.” He said waving his hand dismissively.
You rolled your eyes.
He seemed distracted, as you both walked down the street. Metropolis felt surprisingly less busy today. The weather was getting colder so the sun was already going down, and yet, he was still in a T-shirt, weirdo. You distantly heard a few girls in a passing group gush about him.
“Can’t wait for superman to make his big return…” you hum.
“Oh the new one?” He perked.
“Of course not.” You scoffed, almost amused, “The new one just seems like another sidekick playing dress up. #not my superman.” You puffed up.
“Maybe…but the new dude, doesn’t look too bad—he seems fine to me honesty, he took out a bunch of bad guys and—”
“Just feels like he’s hiding something ya know?” You cut in, already moving onto the next topic.
He huffed, you didn’t notice his gaze lingering on you as you walked.
Halfway to your apartment, a drop of water hit your cheek, then another, and another. You cursed your luck as you began walking faster before breaking into a jog when it started raining harder.
His hand found your wrist, taking the lead. You managed to make it to the building mostly dry, if you were generous with the word. Meanwhile, he looked a little more…soaked, that’s what he gets for being a skyscraper.
His hand didn’t actually let go of your wrist until you remembered and physically went to tug it away, his fingers lingered for a split second, not enough to be noticeable, but there.
“You okay?”
By the time you made it up to your apartment, you were already thinking about the warm shower you definitely needed. Which is why you were quick to wave him off at the door.
“You’ll come again tomorrow right?” He asked, abruptly, right before you closed the door.
You blinked. “Yeah, sure.”
That night, a figure lay on the roof, listening. You were so stubborn, he tucked his arms further behind his head in frustration. Before, what could only be described as a pout, started creeping onto his face.
It’s fine, you liked this version of him, you did! You just…didn’t know how to embrace him fully yet, that’s okay! You would learn, he could teach you.
Jason doesn’t usually go with you to the comic shop.
It’s not like he is avoiding it or anything- your schedules have just never matched up to go at the same time. But every time you come home from the comic book shop you excitedly tell him all about what you bought when he gets home from patrol or from whatever he is doing that day and he watches you ramble about comics with a love struck smile on his face.
So one day when he knows you are going he makes sure that he doesn’t have anything else to do except tag along with you.
“Are you sure you want to come?” You ask, a little bit of embarrassment on your face. “If you have something else you would rather do you can just drop me off.”
“It’s important to you,” He presses a quick kiss to your temple. “therefore it is important to me.”
“You are such a sap Jace.” You laugh.
Jason chuckles before taking your hand to lead you out into the nosy city of Metropolis.
He doesn’t dislike the city but he isn’t a fan of how loud and bright the place is. After being raised in Gotham where it is constantly raining and people are more toned down it’s hard to adjust.
You take it in stride though, leading him through the crowds and looking back to make sure the noise isn’t too much.
The comic shop you frequent is a smaller store with a miriad of posters on the windows of various heroes, both fictional and real. You send him a bright smile as you pull the door open, gesturing for him to go in first.
Jason immediately feels a little out of place. He has always gravitated more towards books than comics so he is just looking around the store as you walk in after him.
Thankfully you see him floundering a bit and take his hand to lead him to the new comics. You are appraising the covers with a serious expression. Jason finds it endearing how picky you can be about which comics you get. It reminds him of his own pickiness when it comes to picking out books.
“Which one are you getting?” Jason leans over to whisper to you.
You purse your lips a little as you pick up one of the comics with a purple and gold cover, “I don’t think they have any more of the variant cover that I want.”
“Do you think they have more in the back?” He suggests and you give him a nod.
“It’s worth a shot and I need to pick up the rest of my pull anyway.” You tell him with an easy smile.
Jason follows you over to the counter. He stands slightly behind you in line, watching you bounce on the balls of your feet as the man in front of you two takes forever to pay and get out of the way.
As he looks at you he doesn’t pay attention to who is behind the counter until you are there.
“CK!” You exclaim in joy as you walk up to the counter. “I didn’t know that you were here today.”
Superboy Prime, a super powered mass murderer, waves back at you with a blinding smile. Jason isn’t one to judge with his history but Prime has a kill count that makes Jason’s look like child’s play. From what he has heard the man has gotten better, the justice league aren’t trying to imprison him anymore since he helped the boy scout apparently.
But that doesn’t mean that Jason is just suddenly fine having you around him.
“I picked up a shift since I need rent money.” Prime shrugs, still smiling at you like you hung the moon and stars.
“Well it’s good to see you.” You say then remember what you are here for then continue on, “Do you have anymore variants of this?”
You hand the comic over to Prime, Jason tenses as your fingers brush.
Jason is secure in his ability to protect you but he feels genuine fear for you as you get too close to him. He never really trusts anyone, you are one of the exceptions but that was after months of working with him, and with his history Prime makes Jason want to put himself between the two of you.
“We should,” Prime nods. “Let me go get it.”
You turn back to Jason with a grin to check on him.
He tries to muster up his easiest expression so you don’t think that you are making him uncomfortable. You don’t seem to pick up on his underlying emotion and turn back to Prime who is coming out with a couple comic books
“I grabbed your pull while I was back there.” Prime tells you as he sets down the stack of comic books on the counter.
“Thanks, it’s like you read my mind.” You laugh and begin to look through the books.
Jason narrows his eyes at Prime since he must have been eavesdropping with his super hearing. Prime looks at Jason with a smile that seems to grow as Jason crosses his arms, a severe look crossing his face.
“This must be the boyfriend you talk so much about.” Prime turns to you, his smile softens in a way that makes Jason’s hackles raise.
“Yeah,” You grab his hand and run your thumb over his knuckles. “Our schedules finally matched up so he came with me.”
“It’s good to meet you-?” Prime cuts himself off, as he holds out a hand for Jason to take, he waits for Jason to insert his name.
He reluctantly reaches out a hand to shake his, “Jason.”
He gives the hand shake an abnormal amount of force. Most men would have flinched at the crushing pressure of Jason’s hand but Prime doesn’t even blink as Jason tightens his grip.
“It’s good to meet you.” Prime says.
You two make idle conversation as you check out. Something about the latest issue of Amazing Spiderman that Jason doesn’t pay attention to because he is glaring at Prime.
Jason feels much better once you start to walk towards the door.
You wave at Prime before turning to push the door so the two of you can leave. He feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he can feel Prime turning his eyes from you to Jason.
Turing back he sees Superboy Prime leaning over the counter with a wide grin. He winks at Jason which Jason takes as some sort of threat. Did he track you down to mess with Jason? He can’t let Prime hurt you because of him.
Jason just glares at him one last time before following you out.
Blue’s Notes : I love how this encounter is so different in each person’s perspective. Prime is flirting with both Reader and Jason, Reader is a little oblivious to Prime’s advances and Jason is convinced Prime is a threat that Reader needs protection from. Miscommunication is a good trope when it is funny.
just imagine— superboy prime, off world and missing you so much he’s jerking off just from the thought of you
this man was so sexually frustrated from how far apart he was from you that he had to use his fist to satisfy his cravings, pants leaving his lips and slick slaps of skin being heard
clark’s lustful eyes were on his cock, imagining it was your soft hand going up and down his thick cock, wanting your tongue to run over his length, craving for your pretty walls to suck him in and not let him go
“ohhh fuck, miss you baby” he moaned, tracing his tip with his thumb and pretending it was your thumb. “miss you so much—" a whimper was heard from him. the action made his cock twitch and clark couldn’t take it anymore
with his free shaky hand, he pulled out his phone and hurriedly unlocked it to open his photo gallery and press on the gallery that was dedicated to you
one picture was you with an outfit that highlighted all of your curves, your boobs slightly perky from how tight the top was. it made clark salivate, his fist around his cock now speeding up. the other picture was you sleeping peacefully next to him, lips still swollen after a night with him
but when clark scrolled to the next picture, it was one he had snapped a few weeks— you, looking up at him with those beautiful wide eyes and your mouth filled with his cock. his breathing increased, moans of your name leaving his lips
“fuck, i want the real deal” he panted, scrolling to the next one— a picture of you under him with a clear shot of his cock perfectly snugged inside your pussy. the camera perfectly captured your expression, eyes half lidded and lips parted with an ‘o’— a pornographic expression so lewd it made clark groan, feeling that build of pleasure slowly form
“already imaginin’ her—shit— squeezin’ me tight” he moaned, knocking his head back after tightening his grip and imagining it was your pussy instead of your walls, now thrusting his hips and fucking his hips— all imagining it was you
each picture of you— lewd or not— made his cock harden with no failure
and after a few swipes of pictures and one last stroke of his cock, clark let out a curse under his breath before his orgasm washed out. “ohh that’s it, pretty girl. milkin’ me dry” he kept mumbling to himself, his hand now sticky and slick with cum as his pace slowed down but not enough for his hand to stop
fuck, he couldn’t wait to get back home
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(a/n: writing this with one hand rn, literally. lets also ignore how this was too long for a drabble but idc its still a drabble)
⋆✴︎˚｡ summary: you're stuck on trying to finish a clark kent fic, no not the clark kent across from you, and your clark is really annoying you rn. the least he could do is help you try and figure out where to go from what you got written down.
⋆✴︎˚｡ wc: 2,843 | m.list
⋆✴︎˚｡ tags: fanfic writer!reader, best friend!prime, redemption arc!prime, sort of suggestive, kissing, fourth wall breaks, reader is from reality (idk how to explain it), mentions of fanfic writers on tumblr, primehood implications (clark reads jason x reader), just kinda silly over all
a/n: im being serious here, this is kinda a crack fic ngl. i started reading primes new run and i came up with this stupid idea. its been sitting in my drafts for like a month, but im pretty happy with what ive got now. also pls be nice, this is only my second kissing scene ive ever written, im doing my best here. thank you for asia, starr, and luvie for allowing me to put them on blast in the middle of the fic and kinda just outta nowhere tbh. please do check out their jason fics, theyre actually my go to people to read jason!!!!!!
"This is never seeing the light of day."
You can already feel your hands twitch, just waiting for its cue to chuck your computer out of the window. The sound of a crisp page turn echoes periodically through your brain as Clark completely ignores whatever you have going on behind him.
Every so often, mumbles come out of your mouth at an attempt of a story that is almost immediately killed by the smashing of the backspace. The flow of words finally run dry after just over an hour of writing. You would think that the writing bug would at least stay for another hour, but of course not.
Another turn of the page and your head is now smushed in your duvet.
"Maybe if you try writing for Jason Todd, the words will come outta you." Clark's voice interrupts the headache you brought to yourself while not even peering up from the comic in his hands.
Your head snaps up from its place on the bed as Clark turns to the next page like a dad in the 1950s reading the paper. Face scrunching with annoyance towards him, the bed creaks under you as you shuffle around trying to find a big enough plush to wack him with.
"Was the 12k not enough for you?" your voice dropping in disbelief. You try to find the fourth wall, the invisible camera just to give them the look of how fed-up you are.
"I told you, it was not believable that Jason Todd of all people would eve-"
A soft thump of the plush against his face shuts him right up, thank god. You love Clark, but would it be so hard for him to shut up about characterization for a second. The amount of times that he's read the fics you wrote and complained about it and that he had forced requested you to write was astonishing.
"You know what, Clark? I'm pulling the plug, no more living the y/n life through me. I'm cutting you off," You punctuate your words with a few more clicks of your keyboard.
And then even more backspaces when you reread what you just wrote.
Of course with a flair of dramatics, Clark whips himself around to face you with a slam of his comic on your desk.
"What."
"If you know Jason Todd so well, you can be the one writing about him frenching you instead of me."
"You're kidding me, right?" Clark whines at you as his grip tightens around your shoulders, "How am I supposed to get my fill then? Hmm?"
You blink, "I can literally name so many amazing Jason writers from the top of my head, Clark. I am on first na—err internet first name basis with several of them, I've told you about them."
His hands fall from your shoulders as he starts lamenting to whoever is out there. Which you ignore as you start listing off blog recommendations and in turn, he completely ignores you as well.
"I can't believe after years of helping them build a career, a successful one might I add-"
"First of all, I don't even know how many times I've literally told you about @scissorhvnds —"
"A long-winding fanfic writing career that I had —on numerous occasions— bestowed my-"
"Actually, I think that she wrote a couple about you," you mind wanders further away from your point. And yes, you do read fanfic about the man who just body-slammed into the bed next to you, and what about it? Even if he is an ass about your writing, you're not ashamed. Hello, look at you right now.
"Very good, very exclusive, very successful ideas for them to write-"
"Which you probably would enjoy becau— anyways, back to the point."
"Wow, fun, never used the bold lettering for one of these before. Anyways-"
You start counting on your hands, "I've literally seen you scouring @luviery's Jason tag on multiple occasions, Mr. 'where-am-I-supposed-to-get-my fill'. Come on man-"
"Fat chance you're actually gonna cut me off."
"Wait a minute, aren't you literally mutuals with @starr-jazz???" Your body shoots up, just to peer down at him for emphasis, "I literally saw you messaging her the other day, I mean-"
"Wait, where is this even going?" Clark interrupts.
"Even if I really were to cut you of-"
"We're getting further from what this was originally supposed to be," his arms make a vague circular gesture to everything, "Of course, I have to be the one to get this back on track."
Effectively cutting off whatever was happening before, Clark snatches your computer right infront of you. You hear him mutter a small curse at the writer under his breath as his eyes start darting across the screen, reading your half-written draft.
"Hello- the fuck? Don't read that!"
"Too late," Clark's voice tutting at the t in the word and completely ignoring your order.
"What the hell Clark, I'm not fucking done with that, like all," you stammered while trying to get your computer back, "You know I don't like anyone read before it's done."
You lunge at him, aiming for the computer.
Only for you to flop right back onto the bed as his body zooms from under you and rises higher and higher.
Clark floats above you, slowly spinning around airspace as he continues to scroll. You can't help but huff as all you can do now is scoot back onto the pillows and watch the reactions on his face while he reads. Legs tucking under you, you pull the previously thrown plush into your lap, slowly inspecting it to distract yourself. Embarrassment and doubts starts to creep in the more Clark stays silent and reads your writing right infront of you.
Sure, many people have read your writing and for sure, Clark has definitely done so as well, but actually seeing someone read it infront of you feels uncomfortably vulnerable. Seeing their reactions to something you put your heart and soul into sends uncomfortable chills up and down your spine. It took you about a year into writing to even tell him about this particular hobby.
And he fucking knows that.
"So," you can hear smug grin starts to grow on his face," is this about me or…"
You deadpanned, "You're joking."
"I mean, it says Clark Kent," Clark says with an amused tone, "Didn't specify which Clark Kent."
You pretend to think for a moment and prop your head onto your fist. For some reason, Clark's eyes seems to shine at the notion.
"It is about my favorite Clark, now that I'm thinking about it."
Clark floats back down the the bed and hovers right infront of you, the computer gripped loosely in his hands. Your fingers twitch in your lap as he floats closer to you.
Clark exhales, leaning closer and closer into your personal space, "Really?"
"Yeah," you whisper to him, drawing him in anticipation.
You can see his mouth start to twitch, probably loading up a smug comment.
"I actually wanted to tal-"
"Yeah, the one who doesn't complain to me about my depiction of Red hood," you say while snatching your computer back from him.
Clark pulls back with a whine, "Corenswet, really? Again? God, you don't know how to have fun."
He starts to float back up to the ceiling in a pout. You aren't really sure why he's so disappointed.
Before he's too far from your reach, you're able to gently wrap your hand around his ankle, anchoring him back to the bed.
"You know I'm joking," you gently tease. With a small tug, you're able to guide down back onto the bed with minimal resistance. A large crease between his brows is still present as he lands right next to you.
While your focus is now locked onto the words on the computer screen, you hand off the small bear in your lap to Clark's. There's an uneasy feeling stuck in your chest, left over from before, as you rake through the story again. The words no longer feel right after seeing his reactions leading to more retypes and frustration.
For a while, the only thing you can hear is the clicks of the keys as you start editing and revising with Clark's shoulder pressed into yours as he watched the cursor move back and forth. After a good ten minutes on revising the parts you already have, you start to feel better on your work and the words start to flow again.
Clark, on the other hand, was having a bit of a dilemma. Well, he knows that you loved writing for the other Clark Kent. Like, he was pretty sure you wouldn't be writing for Jason if it weren't for him. He has read everything that you had written and while he did have qualms with some of your writing, Clark genuinely thinks that you're an amazing writer.
The problem to him though was the fact that when he read your Clark fics, it was like you were writing about him. Something he prides himself on his that he knows these characters like the back of his hand and when reading your fics, its obvious that the Clark written by you isn't the same ones he's dedicated his life to studying or the ones you spent hours upon hours watching.
Maybe it's the fact that the two of you hangout too much, who knows.
Clark interjects, but not before giving you a quick glance just in case, "Hopefully, I know the exact reason, but we haven't got to that part yet."
If he were to be totally honest, something inside him is pissed off that it isn't him you're writing about.
"You've got that right."
Your head peaks up, "You talking to them again?"
"That's none of your business."
You only shrug before trying to turn your attention back to the screen.
Suddenly, your brain starts to stall.
You start watching his hands run smooth over and over again over the blanket underneath the both of you.
"Clark, can I ask you a, uh, favor?"
His focus is still somewhere else but a small hum comes back as a reply.
Your eyes flicker to the blinking cursor, waiting for your brain to come up with the next scene. Ok, you admit, intimate scenes like cuddling or kissing or affection adjacent was never your strong suit. Writing them felt clunky and whenever you read them back, you always felt like your inexperience shown through the screen like a spotlight.
"Are you gonna ask me or no," Clark waves a hand infront of your face shooting you back into your surroundings. Your heart jumps as he settles back to his place next to you, one of his hands setting on your knee.
"Well, you read it," you start, "I need help trying to explain a couple of things."
"Like…"
"Mostly the positioning of how they would be in bed because I don't know if people would actually be able to move in that way," the words come rushing out before you chickened out.
Your head turns to face him, his head tilting, his full attention on you as Clark starts to nod slowly, knowing you're gonna ask him another thing.
The silence stifles you, pressuring you to just let out what you want to ask of him.
"Okay," panic starts to flare up inside of you, "I also need help trying to explain how it is to try and just almost-"
His deep laugh cuts you off, a lopsided smirk that always seems to send warmth rushing thru you appears alongside it.
"If you wanted me to kiss you, you really should've asked a long time ago."
"What?" your body freezes yet overheats at the implications, "A long… time ago…"
Clark slowly shuts the computer, placing it to the side. As you still try to wrap around the thought, his frame starts to slowly envelop around you.
"Wait, wait, wait," the warmth from him starts to reach out, finding you as he inches closer "So, you're telling me-"
A similar hum escapes him as he takes your face in his hands. Clark dips his head lower making sure to catch your eyes with his, making his intentions crystal clear. The distance starts decrease as your breath starts to quicken.
Your body seems to move opposite of your mouth, inching closer and closer like you have been waiting for this exact moment. Unfortunately, you can't help but tease him just as your lips are about to meet his.
"All this time I could've been getting your help writing these scenes if I just like, what. Asked???"
A long groan of frustration rips from his chest. Almost inaudible curses spew from his mouth as you can't help but giggle at him. Your foreheads collide softly as you continue, his head still tilted low in disbelief.
"God, Clark, you know how hard it is for me to write these scenes, I mean-"
The feeling of his mouth against yours shuts you up quick.
Your hands find it's way up his hair, raking through the dark strands as a smile erupts across your face, still pressed against his. Your eyes droop as you pull away from him, if only for a moment so your brain can catch up to your body. Clark chases your lips as soon, capturing you back into his, not even a second after you pull away.
His arms snake around you as you feel weightless pressed against him. A hand presses you closer as it finds a place right at the nape of your neck with the other securely around your waist.
Your hands pull at his hair, almost forcing a delicious groan to be pull out of him. His hold tightens around you, pulling you deeper into him until all you could sense, feel was him.
A whole new world is revealed to you as Clark starts to nudge his mouth open, giving more of himself to you. Waves of warmth seem to rush over you as you drown in everything that is Clark. Small whimpers of pleasure slip from him, only spurring you on to never let go.
Not that you even want to.
God, this was so much better than just reading about it.
All that seems to be running through Clark's brain is just you. God, the feeling of you simply pressed into him was enough to kill him. Sounds that he only could imagine till now started to fall out of you that will forever be ingrained in his brain, replaying over and over again. The feeling of your mouth against his, shyly and slowly licking up into him as if you were trying to memorize everything about this very moment sends chills up and down him.
It's almost clinical the way you push and pull at him. Not that Clark minds, he is more than content to hold you and keep you on him for the… rest of…
Clark reluctantly pulls away, "Is there anything else you need help with?"
Now, you are the one to chase his lips, your brain mush and dizzy at the feeling.
"Hmm.." you move forward, trying to catch his lips again, " W'are we talking about?"
A whine escapes your throat as Clark dodges the slow attempt and your hands slowly fall from his now messed up hair to his chest.
"Aw, do you not remember?" Clark teases as he places slow kisses over you, of course making a point not to give one to the place you really want one , "Of course, you don't remember, do you."
"Clark, please," you whine up to him, eyes almost glassy at the loss of him.
"What? I'm just trying to be thorough about all of this," Clark can't help but play with you, "You did ask for my help, just wanna be helpful."
"God, screw that, I do not care anymore. Can't believe we could've done this so much sooner," you murmur into his skin, attempting to bring his focus back onto you.
It feels like torture the way he starts to give attention to the rest of you. Kisses start to trail lower, almost immediately finding every weak point. Pleasure starts course through you as the feeling starts to radiate around you.
A feeling of pride starts to fill him just looking at the state of you from just kissing you and Clark can't help the small laughs that escape him as he watches you try to capture is lips again.
"If you get so whiny over this, imagine how you would act if-"
A small tug at his hair distracts him long enough for you to take his mouth back onto yours.
You can't help the small sigh that escapes you can as you feel his body start to mold back into you, melting into your touch. You really should've asked him for help a long time ago.
"I mean if you need any more help with positioning, I am more than happy to help."
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☆ tagsᝰ.ᐟ: smut, pinv, reader makes fun of clark's apartment. no use of y/n. sorta friends to lovers. hot nerd prime. multiple orgasms. hot nerd prime. reader and prime are both nerds.
☆ in which reader visits prime's apartment and goes "damn bitch you live like this?" inspired by one of my favs x
☆ have you ever tried this one?
"the lack of furniture really ties it together" you satirize, eyes scanning clark's studio apartment, lingering on his choice of "decoration" his unfitted mattress, jammed against one of the apartments dilapidated walls, and his crumpled up super-suit on the kitchen island. and the many many boxes of comics.
"it's not too bad," he huffs, pursing his lips and blowing out a short breath of air "plus its within walking distance from work" he continues, stepping aside to give you the full view of his apartment. glacier blue eyes, beaming like he's showing off his most prized possession, erasing any evidence of the small frown that was on his lips just moments earlier. and technically he was, the apartment, if you could even legally call it that, wasn't much, but it was a place of his own. the first place he's got to call home in a long time that wasn't a prison cell, and this was much nicer than prison.
"well at least your neighbors seem friendly." you reflect, referring to the ladies in apartment 3A who seemed real interested in getting to know clark earlier. going out of their way to talk to him, sticking their suspiciously perfectly styled heads out the front door, flashing him a smile in a attempt to flirt with him, which he was either oblivious to or chose to ignore in favor of talking to you. instead giving you a very opinionated monologue on the latest comic he's read all while leading you up the tortuous set of stairs to his apartment.
"oh yeah, i guess so" he shrugs, kicking a pile of discarded clothes out of the way and into the nearby corner , hopefully managing to do so before they reached your line of sight. its clear he hadn't really put much thought into socializing with them before. not that he wasn't into making new friends, he is, but it's hard to make time for another friendships when his extra-curricular activities take up so much time, then again is that what superman would do?
despite what people might say, clark is trying, but protecting metropolis isn't as easy as it looks in the books he has stacked up in his room, but it's even harder when you have to maintain a new job, in a new universe, with the weight of everyone's opinions on your back. plus he has you, a very welcome distraction to the chaos, and that has to count for something.
the day he met you clark couldn't tell if he is the luckiest or the unluckiest man in metropolis. yes, he was late to work again, and he could without a doubt toss the pipe dream of becoming employee of the month in the trash (no thanks to the small time robbery he had to stop on the way to work this morning), but thanks to all the disconcertion he managed to crash into you. literally. knocking his new phone (now featuring a brand new crack in the screen. great.), along side the issues you picked up from the very place he was running late to, onto the sidewalk.
ordinarily this would be the cherry on top of the shitty cake he'd been handed this morning, missing out on the opportunity he'd been longing for since he got the job and cracking his phone, but without it'd he'd never have run into you. the girl of his dreams who crash landed (ran into him) outside the job of his dreams, now he had to figure out a way to keep from fucking this up too. "they totally mischaracterized him in issue #38" nailed it. he had in fact not nailed it, instead his throwaway comment, sparked a heated debate between the two of you, which surprise!, made him even later to work, but somehow lead to the two of you trading information. his day really was turning around. maybe there was a chance he wasn't too late to get employee of the month.
"you're late. again" his employer said with crossed arms, guess not.
"it's nice clark," you assure, cutting his daydream short, snapping his attention back to you. "could do with some bedsheets though."
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bedsheets? clark didn't need a bedsheets he was going to be superman, plus you don't seem to care about the lack of bedsheets not that he's got you under him. taking his every inch of his dick so well. "fuck- just like that" he encourages dexterous fingers crawling down between your bodies pressing steady pressure to your oversensitive bundle of nerves. "a-and in the next issue the klingon's…" he moans, breath tickling the shell of your ear, hips momentarily stuttering when you tighten around him again. pussy fluttering deliciously around his cock while he goes on about something you didn't quite hear. your eyes watering as he fucks you through your third? fourth? orgasm you've lost count at this point.
"'s too much" you whine, tears steadily streaming down your cheeks, as you clawing at his back. clark, who's hell bent on talking you ear off as if he's not currently fucking your brains out, continues to thrust into you. paying your pleas no mind,
his swollen head perfectly angled to hit that sensitive spot buried into your weeping cunt. pressing a kiss to your cervix with every thrust. "just one more for me, yeah?" he shushes you pressing his lips to your teary cheeks before continuing on with his detailed explanation.
it's not like you could argue, you're too far gone, eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he sloppily pounds into you. thick fingers holding your thighs apart so he can watch his cock disappear into your weeping folds. the symphony of your sweet sounds fill the room, loud enough you're sure his overzealous neighbors could hear.
not that you care, despite the embarrassment you'll surely feel if you were to run into the chatty pair on your way home later. but you aren't, not when his branded chest brushes against your sensitive nipples with every unhurried thrust and he has his lips pressed to your neck. sucking and biting at your flesh.
you're close again he can feel it when you tighten around him again. "mmf-fuck, clark" you breathe, fingers scratching at his back as he adjusts his hips pressing his cock right against that sensitive spot inside of you. your pretty cunt sucking him in, as you desperately paw at his back, and this time clark's not far behind. his ramblings momentarily come to a pause as he focuses all this attention on chasing the high that's steadily building.
with one last push of his hips you're cumming hard. squeezing him tight, and milking him for everything he's worth. clark floods your sweet cunt with his sticky cum. watches your shared mess ooze out from between your folds and spill onto the mattress before he collapses on top of you.
"you're such a dork" your murmur into his skin after taking a few minutes to catch your breath. his cock twitches in response, like the little jab stirred him back to life. "clark!" you squeak when he rolls his hips once again.
