clark usually radiates heavy narcissism, his ego far too inflated for his own good. except for now, of course.
his demeanor is much different when you're sitting behind him on the bed, your arm wrapped around his waist and fisting his flushed, leaking cock.
"ohâ oh fuuuuckâ" he's a wiggling, mewling mess, totally at your mercy. your stroking remains a constant, agonizingly slow movement on his dick, despite his incessant pleading.
"baby, please, iâ shit!â" he's cut off when your hand stops and tightens around him painfully, "clark, not yet" you can feel him throbbing in your palm, glistening beads of precum slide down his shaft to coat your fist as you resume.
he's squirming uncomfortably, grasping at the sheets next to him and whimpering. "i've beenâ i've been good!" he tries to convince you, and it's not that he hasn't been good, but it's just too much fun seeing him so needy while you edge him.
"i know, you've been such a good boy, huh?" you're being plain cruel now, you know the praise will fly straight to his dick. "yes!" he gasps, suddenly bucking his hips "yeah- mommyâ" you could laugh at just how fucking pathetic he sounds like this, his dick twitching violently from being treated like a dog.
"convince me, baby" you tut, speeding up your strokes until theres a lewd squelching sound, his legs shaking everytime your thumb runs along the slit on his pretty pink tip. he moans pornographically when you fist him quicker, his abs flexing with his restraint.
"oh, god" he whimpers, his balls are heavy with cum, right on the edge. "pleasepleaseplease mommyâ i've been a g'boy, your g'boy!" his pleading is nothing short of an ego-booster for you, this big strong alien all putty in your arms.
once you finally give him the release his body's been aching for, he's hiccuping thank you's and shooting his warm, sticky release all over the front of his shirt and your hand in globs.
panting and recovering from his orgasm, he situates himself to lay his head fully in between your clothed tits, not caring to clean up the cum coating his front. "thank y'mommy" he mumbles out, eyes half-lidded. he lets you card your fingers through his hair soothingly and coo at him, melting into you.
characters in mind: choso, nerdjo, yuta, bratty bottom naoya? ...nd whoever else u like hehe :3 pt 1
â âĄâžâž confesses heâs a virgin while u ride him..gosh his whimpers r so cutie!!!
â âĄâžâž riding his face while u play with his cute cock..lowk makes me think of higuruma nd his nose..but mainly choso hehe..
â âĄâžâž letting him cum inside dat pretty pussy..heâs so nervy nd sensitive aweee :c
â âĄâžâž imagine u catch him playing with a toy instead of waiting for u to get home, so u make him fuck the toy in front of u..heâs probably so embarrassed eek! but thatâs okay, he needs to understand he did something wrong!! so then you jus peg him..holy peak vidâŠthank you twitter dot com.
â âĄâžâž nasty bitch just nutted over ur cute heels..gross!! this one makes me think of naoya..nd making him clean off the mess w his tongue :p
â âĄâžâž whining while u suck him off..he pushes ur head down a bit, someoneâs getting bold wow. low res porn is so hot.
â âĄâžâž imagine this w a friend? or tagteaming choso with yuki lolâŠthe person in front would HAVE to have a strap..he could also just eat ur pussy..wtv u want LOL.. holy 6-7 linksâŠ
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The thought of yan sub! L intentionally pissing you off so you can grab him by his hair and use him as your personal fleshlight. Making him gag on that strap/dick so he can finally shut up. And him being a messy strap/dick sucker, with drool coming down his chin, or your cum staining his face.
â.đ Ì a/n wow i love L and Light from death note! *checks tumblr for dom! reader fics* oh okay so the people are starving
â.đ Ì warnings Dom!Reader, Sub!L, Sub!Light, mentions of kinks, rough sex, no mention of gender other than one Femdom reference, NSFW
summary â.đ Ì Various headcanons for a dom!reader and L Lawliet and Light Yagami
L đà§
VIRGIN! L has never once gotten laid and heâs probably pent up as hell about it.
The most soft sensual touches from you would have his hands clenching his knees so tightly it hurts.
If you run your hand across his back while walking past, heâs overheating and analyzing your behavior to the max. âBecause of the sexual quality of the touch, I deduce that there is a 64% chance that they want to sleep with me. Although⊠I cannot be sure without further investigation..â
Something about him just screams into femdom, and I cant put my finger on it.
But by all means, call him a pervert while pushing him down on the bed, and yank his jet black hair back as you sink your teeth into his neck.
Heâs incredibly touch starved so the more handsy you are during sex, the better.
Let your hands roam his chest, before grabbing him gently by chin and cooing âSuch a sweet, smart boy,â
Probably praise kink, but heâs lowkey a pervert so honestly lots of other freaky things too. Heâs genuinely just kinda depraved and starved of sexual attention.
sooooo many whimpers. Otherwise not that vocal but his breathing gets very rapid, and the closer he gets the more breathy whines you hear.
LIGHT đà§
So unlike L, heâs probably not a virgin. Iâm not saying heâs a total boywhore or anything, but heâs an attractive and charismatic young man that woman seem to like.
Now, has he ever been put in his place like he so desperately needs? No. Unfortunately heâs probably been the dominant one in most relationships.
Cowards assume heâs a dom because of this but I know the truth:
BRAT BRAT BRAT BRAT!!!!!!!!!! are you kidding? He LOVES a challenge almost as much as he loves control.
Pin him to the bed, and donât be afraid to put your hands around his throat when he talks back because he will.
Is he into it? No⊠heâs never thought of anything so disgusting. But the adrenaline, and the pure ecstasy of an opponent heâs actually struggling to win against⊠Fuck, heâs rock hard.
Even if a part of him hates himself for it, that doesnât stop him from letting it happen, very contently too. Itâs not his fault your good at what you do.
Break. Him. Heâs going to be a brat until you fuck him senseless, humbling him in a way his âgolden boyâ youth has never allowed.
Heâs probably very loud. Have you heard him talk? thereâs so much whine to his voice, imagine his pathetic cries of pleasure, as he desperately grips the sheets to anchor him.
Sub Choso x dom fem reader, in which reader takes his virginity. They start of gentle, but than reader starts going feral because of how submissive he is and his whimpers and moans. đ (with mommy kink and maybe toys)
HEY GIRLIEPOP!! đ I like the way you think already! Letâs dive into it đđđđđ
With You and Only Youâ.àłàż*:
â mdni 18+
sub choso, mommy kink, pillow humping, virginity loss, innocent choso, all the good stuff basically đ„±
Choso had always been the kind of person who apologized for existing. The first time we met, he stammered through an introduction while staring at his shoes, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his oversized sweater. It was endearing, the way he seemed to fold into himself whenever someone looked at him too longâlike he was trying to take up less space, to be quieter and smaller somehow.
We were studying in the library when he first brought it up. His voice was so soft I almost missed it over the hum of the air conditioner. "I don't... I don't understand why this keeps happening," he admitted, cheeks flushed as he gestured vaguely at himself. His knees were pressed tightly together, his whole body tense.
I closed my textbook slowly, watching the way his throat moved when he swallowed. "Keep happening how?" I asked, though I already knew. The way his breath hitched when our fingers brushed, the way his gaze flickered down whenever I leaned too closeâI'd noticed all of it.
Choso's fingers dug into his thighs, his knuckles whitening against the fabric of his pants. He opened his mouth, closed it, then tried againâeach attempt a silent battle against his own embarrassment. "It's like..." His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "Like my skin gets too tight. And my stomachâ" He pressed a hand over his abdomen, his breath shallow. "It flips. Every time you look at me."
I tilted my head, letting my gaze travel down his body in a slow, deliberate sweep. His reaction was immediateâa sharp inhale, the slightest shift of his hips against the library chair. "Where else?" I asked, softer now.
His eyes darted to the empty study carrel beside us before whispering, "Myâmy chest gets hot. And lower..." His voice trailed off, his face burning crimson as he bit his lip. The confession hung between us, thick with unspoken want.
Choso's fingers twitched against his thighs, his breath coming in shallow bursts as if he'd just sprinted up three flights of stairs. The library's fluorescent lights caught the sheen of sweat at his hairline, and when he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed like a buoy in rough water. His lips partedâanother aborted attemptâbefore he pressed them together so hard they went pale.
"Lower," I repeated, letting the word curl between us. The paperback in my hands suddenly felt irrelevant. I let it drop to the table with a soft thud that made him flinch. His knees were still clamped together, but I could see the subtle shiftâthe way his thighs tensed, the small arch of his back against the chair.
"It'sâ" Choso's voice cracked again. He cleared his throat, but the sound was weak, half-strangled. His gaze darted to the ceiling, the shelves, anywhere but me. "When you... when you sit close like this, I can'tâ" His hands flexed, gripping the fabric of his pants now, knuckles straining against the dark material. A damp spot bloomed near his zipper, small but unmistakable.
I smirked, watching the way his pulse jumped in his throat as I leaned closerâclose enough that our knees brushed under the table. "You know what that means, don't you?" My voice dropped to a whisper, threading through the hum of the libraryâs air conditioning. His breath hitched. "It happens when you really love your partner. When youâre turned onâ
Choso made a sound like a kicked puppyâhigh and strangledâand his entire body jerked like Iâd pressed a live wire to his skin. His fingers scrabbled against his thighs, nails biting into the fabric. "IâI donâtâ" he stammered, his voice fraying at the edges. His hips twitched involuntarily, pressing harder into the chair, and the damp spot darkened another shade.
"Look at you," I murmured, tilting my head. The fluorescent lights caught the sweat beading along his hairline. "Youâre leaking just from me talking to you." His blush spread down his neck, staining his skin the same feverish red as the libraryâs overdue notices.
I reached out slowlyâgiving him every chance to boltâand brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. His mouth fell open with a shuddering exhale, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You want me to help you, donât you?" I asked, watching his pupils swallow the warm brown of his irises.
Choso whimpered, a broken little noise that skittered down my spine. His hands fluttered helplessly before settling on my wrist, his grip loose, trembling. Not pushing me awayâjust holding on, like he was afraid Iâd vanish if he didnât. "Please," he whispered, so quiet I felt it more than heard it.
The walk to my apartment was a blur of Chosoâs trembling fingers and the way he kept stumbling into me, his legs unsteady as a newborn deerâs. Every brush of his shoulder against mine sent a fresh shiver through him, his breath hitching in that quiet, desperate way that made my stomach clench. He didnât speakâjust clung to the sleeve of my jacket like it was the only thing tethering him to earth, his knuckles pale against the fabric.
By the time I got him through the door, his knees were buckling. I barely caught him before he crumpled, his weight warm and pliant against my chest. "Easy," I murmured into his hair, the scent of library dust and his nervous sweat filling my lungs. His entire body shuddered when I hooked a finger under his chin, tilting his face up to mine. His lips were parted, his eyes glazedâlike heâd already forgotten how to form words.
The bedroom was dim, the curtains half-drawn, and when I nudged him toward the bed, he went willingly, his back hitting the mattress with a soft gasp. He looked up at me with something like awe, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for me but didnât dare. The damp spot on his pants had spread, the fabric clinging obscenely to the shape of him, and when I dragged my gaze back up to his face, his throat worked around a silent plea.
"Take these off," I said, tapping his waistband. His hands flew to his belt, fumbling so badly the metal clasp clattered against the floor. He whimpered when I didnât help, his hips jerking as he shoved his pants down past his knees. The sight of himâspread out on my sheets, his thighs trembling, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his boxersâsent a sharp bolt of heat straight to my gut.
"I want you to do something for me, Cho," I murmured, tracing a slow circle over his hipbone where his sweater had ridden up. His skin was fever-hot beneath my fingertips, his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts.
"Anything," he gasped, the word cracking halfway through. His hands hovered uselessly above the mattress, fingers flexnow twitchingâlike he wanted to touch but didn't know where to begin. The flush staining his neck had crept down to his chest, painting his skin in splotchy, uneven patches.
I dragged my nail lightly down the center of his stomach, watching the muscles there jump. "Hump the pillow," I said, nodding toward the one beside his head. "Slow at first. Let me see how desperate you are." Choso made a wounded noise, his thighs pressing together instinctively before he forced them apart with a visible shudder. His hands shook as he reached for the pillow, his fingers sinking into the fabric like he was afraid it might dissolve. When he dragged it between his legs, the first experimental roll of his hips pulled a broken whimper from his throatâhigh and reedy, the sound of someone unraveling at the seams.
"Look at you," I murmured, circling the bed. His cock strained against his boxers, the wet spot at the tip nearly translucent where it clung to the fabric. His hips stuttered at that, his breath coming faster, shallower. The pillow muffled the slick sound of his movements, but the way his back arched off the mattressâthe desperate little thrusts he couldn't seem to stopâtold me everything.
I crouched beside the bed, my fingers skimming the inside of his knee. His entire body jerked, his thighs falling open wider in silent invitation. "You've never done this before, have you?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. The way his hips stutteredâuncoordinated, franticâwas answer enough. "Never even touched yourself properly?"
Choso's head thumped back against the mattress, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "N-no," he admitted, his voice frayed at the edges. His next thrust was harder, less controlled, his cock dragging against the pillow with a choked-off moan. "IâI couldn'tâ*fuck*â"
I let my nails scrape lightly down his inner thigh, watching the way his muscles twitched under his feverish skin. "Take these off," I murmured, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. His hands flew to obey, but they were trembling too badlyâhis fingers catching on the fabric, his hips lifting clumsily to help. The moment his cock sprang free, his entire body froze, his breath catching in his throat like he hadn't expected it to feel this overwhelming.
The sight of himâspread out like a fucking feast, his long and thick cock flushed and leaking against his stomach, his thighs shaking with the effort of holding stillâsent a jolt of heat straight through me. The sight of the veins alone was enough to make me drip. I wrapped my hand around him without preamble, my grip just shy of too tight, and the noise he made was beyond filthy, a broken, sobbing thing that reverberated in the hollow of my ribs.
His hips jerked up into my fist immediately, his cock pulsing against my palm as he fucked up into my grip with all the clumsy desperation of someone who'd spent years dreaming about this exact moment. "Ohâohâ" His voice cracked, his fingers scrabbling at the sheets, his knees drawing up instinctively as if he wanted to curl into himselfâor maybe just into me.
I twisted my wrist on the next stroke, thumb swiping over the slick head of him, and Choso's back arched clean off the mattress with a strangled cry. His thighs trembled violently, his toes curling against the sheets as his cock twitched in my handâalready so close, so fucking Closeâjust from a few rough strokes. "Look at you," I murmured, dragging my nails lightly down the length of him just to watch his stomach muscles clench. "You're gonna come just like this, aren't you?âÂ
The sound he made was halfway between a sob and a moan, his hips stuttering erratically as he chased the friction of my palm. His cock was dripping, wetness smearing across his stomach with every frantic thrust, his breath coming in ragged, punched-out gasps. "P-please," he choked out, his fingers twisting in the sheetsâbegging, even though he didn't know what for.
leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of his ear, and felt his entire body shudder beneath me. "You want me to fuck you?" I whispered, tightening my grip just enough to make his breath hitch. "Want me to ruin you for anyone else?" His nod was frantic, his hips bucking helplessly into my handâyes, yes, yes-his cock straining against my fingers like he was trying to will me inside him already.
Choso's breath hitched when I straddled his hips, my knees bracketing his trembling thighs. His hands hovered uncertainly over my waistâtoo afraid to touch, too desperate to pull away. âYou're shaking," I murmured, pressing my palms flat against his chest. His heartbeat hammered against my fingers, erratic as a trapped bird's.
I guided him inside me slowly, watching his face fractureâlips parting around a soundless cry, eyelids fluttering like he was trying not to faint. His cock twitched against my thigh, already slick with precome, and when I sank down onto him, the noise he made was rawâhalfway between prayer and profanity. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise, his hips jerking upward instinctively before he forced them still with a shuddering gasp.
"Fuckâ" Choso's voice cracked, his throat working around syllables that wouldn't form. His chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, his muscles taut beneath my hands. I rolled my hips experimentally, and his entire body locked upâhis toes curling against the sheets, his cock pulsing inside me like he was already fighting not to come.
The stretch burned in the best way, his inexperience making every twitch, every shallow thrust feel new. I braced my hands on his chest and lifted myself almost all the way off before dropping back downâhardâand Choso fucking broke. His back arched off the mattress, his thighs tensing beneath me as he sobbed my name, his fingers scrambling for purchase on my skin.
"Look at you," I murmured, rocking against him in slow, deliberate rolls. His eyelashes stuck together with sweat, his lips slick where he'd bitten them. "Taking me so wellâlike you were made for it." His hips stuttered upward at that, his cock dragging against my walls in a way that made us both groan. His hands slid up my sides, tremblingâreverentâlike he was afraid I'd vanish if he held on too tight.
The rhythm changed without warningâharder, fasterâand Choso's breath hitched with every snap of my hips. His moans came in short, punched-out bursts, his fingers flexing against my waist like he couldn't decide whether to pull me closer or push me away. His thighs trembled violently beneath me, his cock twitching inside me with every rough downward thrust.
"IâI can'tâ" His voice was wrecked, his nails biting into my skin as his hips jerked upward erratically. His orgasm hit him like a freight trainâhis entire body seizing, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he came with a choked-off wail. His thighs clamped around mine instinctively, his back bowing off the mattress as pleasure ripped through him in visible waves.
Choso's voice shattered into something high and breathless, his hips twitching weakly as he gasped, "M-mommyâ" before his face crumpled with mortification. His hands flew to cover his mouth, eyes widening as if he could somehow shove the word back in. But the damage was doneâthe syllable lingered between us, sticky with shame and something darker, sweeter.
I paused mid-thrust, watching the way his throat worked around silent apologies. His thighs trembled against mine, his cock still pulsing inside me as aftershocks rolled through him. "Say that again," I murmured, dragging my nails down his chest just to feel him shiver. His breath hitched, his hips jerking up instinctively despite his oversensitivity.
"IâI didn't meanâ" Choso stammered, his voice frayed at the edges. His fingers clutched at my hips, his knuckles whitening as another shudder wracked his body. His cock twitched valiantly inside me, still half-hard despite his orgasmâlike his body couldn't bear the thought of pulling away.
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of his ear, and felt his entire body tense beneath me. "Say it," I whispered, biting lightly at his earlobe. His hips bucked upward with a broken whimper, his cock sliding deeper as his thighs trembled. "mommy."
The word punched out of him like a sobâraw and unfilteredâhis back arching off the mattress as if the syllable alone could unravel him. His hands flew to cover his mouth again, his eyes wide and glassy with disbelief, but I caught his wrists easily, pinning them above his head. "Again," I demanded, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles.
Choso's breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, his lips parting around a silent plea. His cock twitched inside me, still slick with his own release, and when I clenched around him experimentally, his hips jerked upward with a choked-off moan. "Mommy" he gasped, the word cracking halfway through as his thighs tensed beneath me.
I rewarded him with a sharp thrust that had his toes curling against the sheets, his fingers twisting in the fabric above his head. "Good boy," I murmured, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered at the praiseâlike he'd been starving for it. His cock twitched inside me, still impossibly hard despite his release, and the realization sent a jolt of heat straight through me. He was ruined and fucking mine. He was already trembling beneath me with every shallow breath, but his body still arched up into mine like he couldn't get enough.
I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear, and felt his entire body shudder. "You're not done yet, are you?" My voice was low, rough with something feral creeping up my throat. His breath hitched, his hips jerking upward in silent agreement, and something in me snapped.
My hands clamped down on his wrists, pinning him harder as my hips rolled against his in sharp, punishing strokes. His moans turned ragged, his back bowing off the mattress with every thrust, his thighs trembling where they bracketed mine. "Fuckâfuckâ" His voice cracked, his cock pulsing inside me like he was already close again, his body strung tight as a wire.
I didn't let upâcouldn't. The sight of him unraveling beneath me, his lips parted around broken pleas, his skin flushed and slick with sweatâit lit something primal in my chest. My teeth found the curve of his shoulder, biting down hard enough to make him yelp, and the sound sent a bolt of heat straight to my gut. His hips jerked upward erratically, his cock dragging against my walls in a way that had us both gasping.
Tears welled up in Choso's eyesânot the slow, silent kind, but the kind that spilled over all at once, streaking down his temples and into his hairline. His breath hitched around a sob, his throat working desperately as if he could swallow the sound back down. But it was too late; the first whimper escaped, high and reedy, and his entire body went rigid beneath me with shame.
"Look at you," I murmured, dragging my thumb through the wetness on his cheek. His eyelashes fluttered at the contact, his hips twitching weakly beneath me like his body couldn't decide whether to arch into the touch or curl away from it. "Crying like a fucking baby" The words dripped with mock pity, and his breath stutteredâwounded. His fingers twisted in the sheets above his head, his knuckles bleached white with the effort of holding on.
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of his ear, and felt the shudder that wracked him at the proximity. "You like this, don't you?" I whispered, biting lightly at his earlobe. His hips jerked upward with a broken noise, his cock twitching inside meâstill hard, still fucking desperate. Being treated like some pathetic little thing?"
Choso's sob cracked open then, raw and unfiltered, his chest heaving with the force of it. His thighs trembled violently beneath me, his toes curling against the sheets as another tear slipped free. "Y-yes," he gasped, the admission tearing out of him like it hurt. His hands flexed helplessly above his head, his fingers grasping at nothingâlike he wanted to cover his face but didn't dare disobey.
"You're filthy" I murmured, dragging my thumb through the dampness on his cheek before pressing it against his parted lips. His tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the salt on my skin, and the whimper that escaped him was pathetic. His eyelashes fluttered, wet and clumped together, as his hips jerked upward in a feeble attempt to keep me close. "Crying like thisâjust because I called you pathetic? What does that make you, huh?"Â
Choso's breath stuttered, his fingers flexing helplessly above his head where I'd pinned them. "Y-yours," he gasped, the word mangled around a sob. His cock pulsed inside me, still impossibly hard despite his earlier release, and the realization made my grip tighten on his wrists.
"Mine," I repeated, rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate circle that had his thighs trembling violently beneath me. His breath caught in his throat, his lips parting around a silent plea as his tears streaked down his temples. "Look at youâdripping from both ends." I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of his ear, and felt the full-body shudder that wracked him at the proximity. "You love being my little mess, don't you?"
The tears spilled over faster now, streaking down Chosoâs flushed cheeks like rainwater on glass. His breath hitched wetly between sobs, his chest rising and falling in uneven jerks as his hips twitched weakly beneath me. I tightened my grip on his wrists, pressing him deeper into the mattress, and watched his eyelashes flutterâlike a trapped moth batting against a lamp.
"Pathetic," I murmured, dragging my thumb through the dampness on his cheek before smearing it across his parted lips. His tongue darted out instinctively, lapping at the salt, and the whimper that escaped him was so broken , it sent a jolt of heat straight to my pussy.
My fingers grazed his ribs, skating upward until my thumbs brushed the stiff peaks of his nipples. Choso gasped, his back arching off the mattress, his cock twitching inside me as if the sensation traveled straight to his groin. "Who do these belong to?" I murmured, pinching lightly. His breath hitched, his thighs tensing beneath me, but he didn't answerâjust bit his lip hard enough to blanch the skin.
I twisted sharply, watching his face contort. "Who?" The word cracked through the room like a whip.
Choso's throat worked around a silent plea before the word tumbled outâsoft, trembling, barely audible: "Mommy"
The slap rang out before he'd even finished the syllable. His head snapped to the side, his cheek blooming red under my palm. A broken noise spilled from his lips, half-sob, half-moan, his cock pulsing inside me as if the pain had lit up every nerve. "Again," I demanded, tightening around him just to feel him shudder. "Louder."
The second slap landed harderâhis cheek stinging hot under my palm, his gasp breaking into a wet, shuddering moan. His cock twitched inside me like I'd sent an electric current straight through him, and his hips jerked upward instinctively, his thighs trembling beneath me. "mommy," he choked out, louder this timeâraw and wreckedâhis voice splintering around the edges. His fingers scrabbled at the sheets, his nails catching in the fabric as if he needed something to hold on to.
I twisted his nipple again, watching the way his breath hitchedâhigh and reedyâhis chest rising in shallow, uneven jerks. His skin was fever-hot beneath my fingers, his body arching into the touch like he couldn't decide whether to chase the pain or shy away from it. I started sucking on one nipple and with a small bite, heâs back came completely off the bed. His cock released spurts of cum like a fountain - It was such a beautiful sight to see. I looked at his juicy thick thighs and more ideas popped into my head but I decided to stop at this point. I mean it is his first time after all?Â
The moment I slid off him, Choso made a wounded noiseâlike the loss of contact physically hurtâhis hands twitching toward me before curling into fists against his chest. His breath hitched wetly, his chest rising and falling in uneven jerks as tears streaked fresh paths down his flushed cheeks. I leaned down before he could spiral, my lips brushing the salt-damp skin beneath his eye, and felt his entire body shudder beneath me.
"I'm sorry," I murmured against his temple, kissing the sting from his slapped cheek. His breath caught, his fingers unclenching slowlyâhesitantâlike he wasn't sure he deserved the tenderness. "Did I hurt you too much?" My thumb traced the apple of his cheek, smearing tear tracks he'd been too overwhelmed to wipe away himself.
Choso's throat worked around a silent answer, his eyelashes fluttering as my lips grazed the bridge of his nose. When I kissed the corner of his mouthâstill swollen from bitingâa broken sound escaped him, his hips lifting weakly off the mattress like he was chasing contact even now.
"You took me so well," I whispered, dragging my lips along his jaw. His breath stuttered, his hands flexing open and closed at his sides like he wanted to touch but didn't dare. "Such a good boy for me, Cho." The praise landed like a physical touchâhis back arching slightly, a fresh tear slipping free as his cock twitched against his stomach.
You guys spent the rest of the evening in each otherâs warm embrace but in the back of your mind, you were determined to make him your fucking whoreâŠ
I heard he used to be an adventurer. They say he got bored with commissions, so he snuck his way into the Knights of Favonius. Maybe it's not the fighting he likes per se, more just... having fun?
tags: smut MDNI, 18+, sub clark kent, dom reader, new relationship, coworkers, clark is a mess, you find a toy in clark's closet, no mention of reader's appearance (but implied they have a vagina), PATHETIC CLARK KENT !!!
notes: crossposted onto my ao3! this post was inspired from a request here :D my first request oh em gee tysmmm <3 as always reblogs and comments r most appreciated ily all!!! i hope u enjoy đââïž
two months of stolen glances at work â of clarkâs fingers lingering just a second too long when handing you files, of lunch dates where clark would blush whenever your knees brushed under the table. clark had been a picture-perfect gentleman, almost to a frustrating extent. it wasnât the cute kind of frustration either, but the kind that made the air thick whenever clark cleared his throat around you, only for the tension to fizzle when he inevitably asked another annoyingly chivalrous question like if you wanted a refill on your coffee.
you half-expected him to ask permission to hold your hand by now.
it was during one of these painfully polite coffee breaks in the break room that clark managed to muster up some semblance of courage. his fingers drummed nervously against his mug as he leaned against the counter-top. âum,â he started, then stopped, adjusting his glasses with one hand while the other gripped the counter edge like it was the only thing keeping him upright. âi was wondering if â that is, if you werenât busy tonight â maybe youâd like to come over? for dinner?â his voice pitched upward towards the end, turning his question into something more akin to a plea.
you arched a brow in response, stirring your coffee with deliberate slowness. âdinner, huh? you cooking, smallville?â
clarkâs ears turned pink. âi â well, i can try? unless youâd rather have takeout? i have menus. too many menus, actually,â he rambled.
âiâd prefer you tell me what you want, clark.â you leaned just a fraction closer into clarkâs personal space.
he swallowed hard in response. âi ââ
before clark was able to get a coherent thought out, the break room door swung open and jimmy bounded in, whistling obliviously. âoh, hey guys! perryâs looking for those corruption notes by the way, clark.â
clark nodded nervously in jimmyâs direction. âoh â! iâll, uh, iâll get those to him. right now.â he fled without another word, leaving his half-finished coffee behind.
two months of this. two months of clark kent â your boyfriend, guy you were dating, something â avoiding anything remotely close to intimacy. you were getting impatient.
your knock on clarkâs door that evening had the force of someone whoâd waited exactly two months and seventeen minutes too long for this moment. inside, the sound of something clattering to the floor was followed by a muffled âcoming!â that sounded suspiciously like it was pitched three octaves higher than clarkâs normal speaking voice.
when the door swung open, clark stood before you in a button-down shirt that had clearly been ironed within an inch of its life, the faintest scent of slightly-burned garlic bread wafting behind him. his glasses were fogged, presumably from condensation during the cooking process, and his hair stuck slightly to his forehead.
âyouâre right on time,â he said, then immediately winced at how expectant he sounded. âi mean â good! that youâre here. on time. or early, or ââ he swallowed the rest of his sentence down, fingers flexing against the doorframe like he was physically trying to center himself. âuh, come in!â
from the kitchen, you heard the distinct sound of something boiling over.
clarkâs head whipped around and he bolted to the kitchen, leaving the front door swinging in his wake.
by the time you followed him, clark was already engaged in a losing battle with a pot of violently bubbling marinara. his attempts to lift the lid resulted in a spectacular eruption of red sauce that splattered across his pristine white shirt. you couldnât help but giggle.
clarkâs ears burned crimson. âgosh,â he muttered, staring down at the carnage with a sorry expression. âi â i can clean this up and change. just give me a minute ââ
ârelax,â you smiled, already moving towards the hallway. âiâll grab you something from your closet. your rooms just down here, right?â
clark made a strangled noise that mightâve been protest, but you were already pushing his bedroom door open before he could complain. the evening city light slanted through the blinds, causing visible dust particles to permeate the air as you rummaged through clarkâs closet for a shirt. in the midst of your search, your fingers brushed against something that was decidedly not fabric. it was smooth, slightly yielding, and tucked behind a stack of neatly folded sweaters. maybe a camera lens? a bottle of something strong that clark didnât want you to see? curious, you pulled it out, blinking at the object in your hands.
it was unmistakable; clear silicone wrapped in a plastic casing with a particularly lewd-shaped opening. you couldnât help but scoff in amusement. clark kent, the boy who was often too scared to even touch you, owned a fleshlight.
from the kitchen, the frantic clatter of pots and pans had ceased. a beat of silence passed before clarkâs voice, strained with panic, called out, âuh, did you find something? anything? because i, uh, really need to organize the closet. itâs probably hard to find anything in there at all ââ
clark appeared in the doorway, sauce-stained shirt half-unbuttoned in his haste. his gaze locked to the item in your hands, and his entire body went rigid.
âthat,â he squeaked, âis â thatâs not â jimmy gave it to me! as a joke! a very unfunny, inappropriate joke that i was going to throw out, i swear ââ
you tilted your head, running a thumb along the smooth silicone. âjimmy, huh?â
clarkâs hands flapped uselessly at his sides. âyes! absolutely. one hundred percent jimmy. you know he has a terrible sense of humor. itâs awful. the worst.â
a drop of marinara slid from clarkâs shirt and landed on the hardwood floor with a soft plop as you turned the toy over in your hands. the silence stretched.
âmhm.â you took a step closer, watching the way his breath hitched when you tapped the toy against your palm. âand you havenât used it?â
clark hiccuped out a whimper, his adams apple bobbing violently. âi â i wouldnât!â
âwouldnât you?â your smile curled as you backed clark against the wall. âitâd be a shame to let a gift go to waste.â
clarkâs knees nearly buckled, his eyes darting between your face and the fleshlight like a deer in headlights. âi â i should really check on the pasta,â he stammered, pushing his glasses up. his attempt to sidestep was thwarted by your foot sliding between his, effectively caging him against the wall.
you clicked your tongue. âah ah, iâm not done,â you hummed. âtell me something, smallville,â you pointed the toy at him, âyou ever think about me when you use this?â
clark could only manage a strangled, âthatâs â thatâs not â!â
you waited patiently for a response. the silence echoed throughout the room until clarkâs shoulders finally slumped in defeat. â⊠once,â he admitted in a quiet whisper, âmaybe twice.â
âtake your shirt off,â you spoke plainly, tapping the toy against your palm again. âand go turn off the stove before your apartment burns down.â
clark immediately began to fumble with the rest of his shirt buttons. âlook, i swear i was going to throw it away after the first time, itâs just ââ
the distant hiss of boiling water interrupted his spiraling. with a yelp, clark threw his shirt off and ran to the kitchen. you followed behind him at a casual pace, marveling as clark stood stiffly upon turning the stove off, his bare shoulders tensed as he gripped the edge of the counter. his reflection warped in the stainless steel microwave door in an image of flushed cheeks and thoroughly mussed hair. you leaned against the fridge, rolling the silicone toy between your fingers as you waited for the pasta water to gurgle its last bubbles.
âcan we ââ his voice cracked. he refused to look at you. âcan we pretend you never found that?â
âclark,â you sighed, you voice intentionally light. âyouâve had this,â you gave the toy a little shake, âfor how long? a month? two?â
âum,â he couldnât muster an answer.
âand yet,â you continued, standing straight in front of him now, âyou havenât even tried to kiss me properly, let alone get me in bed.â
âi didnât want to⊠presume.â clark focused intently on a singular tile on the kitchen floor. he shifted his weight, his face and neck flushed.
âpresume?â you stepped close enough to see the hairs on his neck sticking up. âclark kent, reporter extraordinaire, scared to make assumptions?â
he made a sound like a deflating balloon. âthatâs completely unrelated ââ
âyou know what i think?â you mused, âi think you should show me exactly how this works.â
clarkâs hands flew up; whether it was to touch you or to grab the toy from your hands, even he didnât know. you traced the rim of the silicone opening, watching his pupils dilate behind smudged lenses.
âyou liked thinking about me when you used this,â you murmured. âimagine how much better itâll feel with me actually here.â you paused, holding the toy out for a moment as if to allow clark to grab it before you deliberately pulled it back. âunless⊠youâd rather i guess how itâs used?â
clark whined in response, pouting at your suggestion. âi ââ his voice cracked spectacularly, âthe â the instructions are pretty simple?â he voiced it as a question, clearly embarrassed.
you couldnât help the laugh that bubbled up. âoh, smallville,â you sighed, teasingly tapping the plastic sleeve of the toy against his bicep. âyouâre funny.â
with a firm grip on clarkâs wrist (as if he couldnât easily free himself from your grasp), you tugged him toward the hallway. clark stumbled after you, his chest rising and falling just a little too quickly to be casual. he shuffled awkwardly against the hardwood, nearly tripping over a crack in the floorboards when you stopped abruptly at his bedroom.
fleshlight still gripped in one hand, you sat on the edge of clarkâs bed. âsit,â you instructed, tone soft but leaving no room for argument.
clark sank gracelessly beside you, his hands fiddling awkwardly in his lap. the mattress dipped under his weight, tilting you just slightly toward him. you placed the toy onto the mattress between you. clark could do nothing but watch, transfixed.
âtell me how you like it,â you spoke in a tone so casual that you might as well have been asking clark about his sandwich preferences. âslow? fast?â there was a beat before you continued, quieter now, âlots of lube, i imagine.â
clark covered up a whine with a cough, his fingers digging into his palms. âitâs not â!â
ânot what? not enjoyable? not good?â you clicked your tongue in mock disappointment. âjimmyâs gonna be crushed.â
his head bowed. âno! i mean â itâs not â it works fine. itâs justâŠâ his eyes screwed shut. â⊠embarrassing.â
with a hum, you picked the toy back up and placed it into clarkâs hands, closing his fingers around it. âthatâs it. good.â
a small tremor ran through clarkâs form, his knuckles turning white around the plastic as his eyes slowly blinked open. then, with a shuddering exhale, he whispered a small âokay.â
the word was so soft that you almost missed it. you rewarded him with a slow smile, trailing two fingers along his bare forearm just to watch the goosebumps rise in their wake. there was something truly delicious about watching a man built like a brick wall melt like this. you leaned back slightly, giving him some semblance of space.
a long moment of silence passed between you as clark made no effort to move. âdonât mind me,â you cooed, your voice smooth with anticipation. you waited patiently, smirking as you watched the conflict flicker across his face.
â⊠lubeâŠâ clark muttered under his breath, his cheeks red.
you blinked. âhm?â
clark only ducked his head further, voice barely above a whisper. âi, uh, need lube.â
you giggled; clark was asking you for help because he couldnât bring himself to move. cute.
you watched him with undisguised interest, the corner of your mouth twitched upwards. âwhere do you keep it?â your voice was low, amused. clarkâs eyes darted toward the nightstand.
you reached over, pulling the drawer open with a deliberate sense of slowness. inside was a mess of pens, loose change, and there it was â a plastic bottle tucked discreetly beneath a folded receipt.
clarkâs hand shot out, snatching the bottle from your fingers before you could fully grasp it. his eyes flickered in frantic embarrassment as he held the small bottle in his grip. now with the bottle clenched in one hand and the toy in the other, clark looked over at you, his eyes glassy as he seemingly waited for your instruction.
âlooks like your hands are full, smallville. need some help?â you gestured, your hand landing on clarkâs thigh. the contact made him jolt, his breath catching under your touch. âitâs a yes or no question, clark,â you teased, tracing idle circles on his skin.
clarkâs hands, still clutching the lube and toy, moved slowly from their spot covering the bulge in his pants, causing clark to whine at the sudden exposure. his eyes darted to yours for the briefest second before skittering away again, but not fast enough to hide the spark of nervous anticipation.
your hand gravitated towards the waistband of clarkâs trousers, his breath stuttering as you hooked an eager finger into the metal tab of his zipper; the quiet click of the zipper teeth separating seemed absurdly loud in the stillness of the room. clarkâs chest rose and fell rapidly, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as you eased the zipper down. when your knuckles brushed against his bulge through the fabric, clark made a choked noise that he attempted to play off as a cough.
after finally undoing the button of his pants, you glanced up at him through your lashes. âyouâre doing so well,â you murmured, reveling in the way clarkâs entire body shuddered at the praise. your fingers lingered at his waistband for a moment before withdrawing, your hands settling back against the mattress with an expectant tilt of your head. âyour turn,â you nodded toward the objects clutched in his grip.
clark swallowed hard enough to make his throat click. he twisted the lube bottle open with trembling fingers, barely able to keep his eyes open to watch a thin stream of lube pour into the toyâs opening. the strain in his boxers began to ache as he swiped at the excess lube accumulating at the entrance of the fleshlight with his thumb, smearing it across the silicone pussy in a way that made his head fuzzy.
âis it â can i ââ clark whined, his throat dry.
you gently plucked the lube bottle from his hand, placing it on the bedside table. âuse your words, clark.â
he inhaled sharply through his nose, the flush of his cheeks deepening. âcan i⊠can i take it out?â the question came out strangled, like he was confessing to a crime rather than asking for permission to pull his dick out of his underwear.
you gave him a slow nod, humming in approval. clarkâs fingers quivered as they hooked under the waistband of his boxers, hesitating for a fraction of a second before finally tugging them down just enough to free himself. the moment his length sprang free, his breath hitched â partly from relief, but mostly from sheer mortification as your gaze dropped to take him in.
and oh, there was plenty to take in. thick, undoubtedly heavy, and flushed a deep red at the tip, you mused as a bead of precum glistened at his slit. his thighs tensed under your scrutiny, his hips twitching as if he wanted to hide but couldnât quite bring himself to.
âoh, clark,â you let out a low, appreciative hum. âlook at you, all worked up just from me looking at you.â
clark whimpered, high and desperate, his hips bucking slightly as he wordlessly begged for friction. his face burned hot as he choked out a stuttered âplease.â
you let your fingertips brush against his outer thigh, your touch featherlight. âeasy, big guy.â you soothed, though your voice was anything but gentle. he made another strangled sound, his length bouncing against his stomach in response. âaw, does that do something for you, clark? me praising your cock?â
âyou â you know it does,â he managed, voice small.
your fingers trailed up his thigh before you pulled them away, causing clark to let out a small sound in protest. âhmm,â you tapped a finger against your chin, feigning thoughtfulness. âyou sure you can even fit in that thing?â you whispered, âlooks like a tight squeeze.â
clark flushed a shade darker, his head snapping up. âi do â!â he blurted out indignantly.
you had to fight back a smirk. âprove it, then.â
he exhaled shakily in response, adjusting his grip on the toy as his other hand hovered uncertainly over his length. he hesitated, then let out a stuttered breath as he finally wrapped his fingers around his shaft, giving himself a tentative stroke. his hips jerked into his own touch, a quiet whine escaping him. with shaky hands, he guided the toy towards his tip, the slicked silicone dripping lube onto his cock. clarkâs legs tensed, his brows knitting together as he pushed the toy down, the tight resistance making his breath come in short, uneven bursts.
you watched, rapt, as he worked himself slowly into the toy inch by inch, his entire body shuddering with the effort. the resistance built steadily as clark worked the toy down his cock, and once you saw through the clear plastic that he had reached the halfway point, his hips stuttered involuntarily, a strangled noise escaping his throat.
âitâs â itâs tighter than i â oh god â remember,â his biceps flexed as he tried to push deeper, the silicone stretching obscenely around him. the sight alone was absolutely pornographic. clarkâs eyes glazed over.
âdoing so well,â you hummed, scooting a bit closer to him on the edge of the bed. âyou got it, baby.â
clark let out a shuddering exhale, his grip on the toy adjusting slightly. his thighs trembled as he tried angling himself differently, the tip of his cock catching against the tight interior.
âi can â haah â usually ââ he cut himself off with another whine as he forced himself to sit still. âit fits. it does, i swear.â he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than you. his breathing slowed marginally, the tension in his shoulders easing just enough for him to let the toy slide another fraction of an inch downward. a punched-out whimper left clarkâs lips.
âthatâs it,â you praised, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered at your words. âlook at you, taking it so patiently.â
clarkâs cock twitched visibly inside the toy, your praise urging clark to finally lower the toy the rest of the way so he was buried to the hilt inside it.
âsâtoo much,â he slurred, his voice thick with embarrassment and pleasure. âfeels â nngh â so different with you watching.â
you hummed thoughtfully, leaning forward just enough to cover clarkâs hand on the toy for a moment before pulling away. âdifferent good or different bad?â
clarkâs reply came out in a rush: âgood. so good. please ââ he cut himself off abruptly, biting his lower lip hard as the words threatened to fall out.
you smiled, watching him squirm for a second before speaking, âplease what, clark? cmon, use your words.â
he whined high in his throat, his hips making abortive little thrusts into the toy. âwant ââ his voice cracked pathetically. âplease keep talking. please.â the toy made a squelching noise as clark shifted slightly, the sound obscenely loud in the room. clark froze, humiliation flashing across his face before dissolving into a desperate whine.
âgood boy,â you dragged the words out, slow and syrupy. âsuch a sweet boy, holding still for me⊠you wanna move, baby?â
clark made a choked sound, his hips twitching before stilling again, willing himself to wait for your permission. the toy gave another wet, sticky noise that caused clarkâs breath to come in shallow puffs. âyes⊠please,â his voice was small and warbled.
âgo ahead, baby. fuck your toy for me.â
clarkâs movement was tentative at first, the slick drag of the silicone paired with desperate little thrusts causing his rhythm to be terribly clumsy. âthatâs it, just like that,â you coaxed, delighting in the way he whimpered hopelessly at the praise.
he continued working himself for a few more moments before it happened â one particularly enthusiastic pull, a choked-off whine, and suddenly the toy popped free with a wet plop. clark let out a soft sob as the sudden loss of pressure left his cock twitching in the air, flushed and glistening.
for a moment, he could do nothing but stare at the toy in his hand. he let out a soft, frustrated humph. âthat doesnât usually happen,â he tried to justify himself, the apple of his throat bobbing wildly.
you couldnât help but laugh, soft and fond as you reached out to cup his knee. âaw, too excited to hold onto it properly?â the teasing lift of your voice made him whimper, his cock throbbing. âpoor thing,â you mewled, shifting closer on the bed until your knee brushed against his thigh. âlooks like you might need a little help, big guy.â
clarkâs grip on the toy tightened reflexively, then loosened as he considered the idea. âi can â i can try again â"
you tsked softly, reaching out to take the toy from his trembling fingers. the plastic was warm from his grip, and you made a show of examining it, turning it over in your hands while clark watched, wide-eyed and breathless.
âmm, no,â you said finally, your voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. âi think we both know youâre a little too worked up to manage it on your own right now.â you tilted your head, letting your gaze drag slowly down clarkâs body before meeting his eyes again.
clarkâs breath hitched audibly under your gaze. his cock leaked a small puddle of precum against his stomach, and he looked utterly wrecked; his hair slightly damp, his lips bitten pink. so desperate and pliant for you.
you continued fiddling with the toy in your hands as clark swallowed, forcing out another barely-there âplease.â
clark let out a moan that could only be described as pathetic as your fingers finally curled around his weeping length with a purposeful slowness. his cock throbbed instinctively in your hand before his voice broke in apology.
âeasy, clark,â you soothed, your thumb briefly brushing over the slick head of his cock. âiâve got you.â you gave him a slow, deliberate stroke before you brought the toy back to his tip, sliding the slit against him to spread the lube along his cock.
clarkâs fingers twisted into the sheets beside him as he struggled to figure out what else to do with his hands. he watched intently as you eased him back into the toy, applying gentle pressure.
âlook at you,â you breathed, âso eagerâŠâ the resistance became tighter as you watched the toy swallow him back up.
a high, keening noise escaped clarkâs throat as he bottomed out once more, the feeling increasingly dizzying due to you being the one controlling the fleshlight.
you gave the toy a slow glide upwards, watching clarkâs entire body shudder as you pulled it nearly all the way off him before pressing down again, not quite as gently this time.
âyouâre ââ he whimpered as you stoked him again, âyouâre moving it differently than i â gosh â than i do.â
with a giggle, you twisted the toy slightly on the next stroke to see him jolt. âyeah? you like it, baby?â clark made a strangled noise of protest that you took as answer enough, your free hand skating up his thigh just to feel the way his muscles jumped under your touch. the toy made loud, slick noises with every movement now, and clarkâs mouth had fallen open without him realizing, little desperate whines escaping between ragged breaths. âtell me what you imagine when you use this, clark,â you ordered softly, slowing your movements a bit to watch his face scrunch.
clark fought to keep his eyes open, a high and desperate whine building in his throat. âyou â you â riding me,â he keened once more.
you rewarded him with a faster pace. âyeah? and what do i say to you, baby?â
clarkâs head tipped back, exposing the line of his throat. âthat iâm good,â he whimpered, âthat i fill you up so nice ââ
you crooned, twisting the toy once more. âmm, you imagine me bouncing on your pretty cock?â you punctuated the words with a firm stroke, hearing his breath stutter audibly. âfilling me up so much that you can see your cock bulging from my tummy?â
clarkâs hips jerked violently up into the toy with a wet slap, his entire body tensed. his cock pulsed visibly inside the clear silicone, a strangled moan cascading from his lips. âgonna â nnh â canât ââ his words dissolved into a high-pitched whimper as his stomach muscles clenched, his knuckles white as he willed his body to hold back.
âsuch a pretty boy, clark,â you rested your chin on his shoulder as you continued stroking, âall worked up just from my voice. you close already?â
clark sobbed as he attempted to fight the building pressure. âplease, please,â he gasped, his voice fraying at the edges. âtoo much, too good.â
his hips arched slightly off the bed as you sped up. âyeah? you wanna cum, baby?â you teased, âgonna be a good boy and let me see you make a mess in your toy?â
clark panted raggedly as he frantically nodded, too far gone to form coherent sentences. his cock pulsed again, the flushed tip leaking against the slick interior of the toy. his toes curled, thighs trembling violently as he teetered on the edge of release.
you gave him one last slow, deliberate drag of the toy, your thumb pressing lightly against the base of his cock just to hear him whimper from the feeling of your skin on his. âgo on,â you coaxed, your voice dropping to a whisper against his ear. âlet go for me. been such a good boy.â
clark came with a broken cry, his hips jerking helplessly as pleasure wracked through him. he canted his hips up to meet the toy halfway as you stroked him, his release spilling into the silicone in thick pulses. his lips parted around shallow, gasping breaths as he blinked up at the ceiling. he whispered soft âthank youâs when the aftershocks began to hit him.
when clark gasped in oversensitivity, you eased the toy off him with a soft, wet sound, setting it aside before pressing a soft kiss to his temple and nuzzling against his sweat-damp hair. âthere you go,â you hummed, âdid so good for me.â
clark let out a soft, contented noise as he caught his breath. âmaybe next time iâll let you feel the real thing,â you teased after a long moment of silence. he opened his mouth â probably to stammer out some flustered objection again â but you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth before he could embarrass himself further. you patted his thigh sympathetically. âso, you said you have a bunch of takeout menus around here somewhere?â
clark blinked hazily, his post-orgasm haze clearly still clinging to him. he practically slumped against you, breathing you in for a moment before he mustered up the strength to gesture vaguely towards the kitchen. âmmph⊠iâll get them in a minute.â
                          TRICK? OR DICKâ ? â
synopsis. when choso dresses up as little red riding hood for a halloween party, what he doesnât expect is his campus crush, you, to show up as the big bad wolf. âso, which one is it, little red? trick? or dick?â wc. 3.1k
tags. top! reader, bottom! choso. reader has a cock. little red riding hood!choso, big bad wolf!reader. roleplay sex, anal sex, predator/prey dynamics, pet names (mr wolf, little red, pup), crossdressing, exhibitionism, belly bulge, rimming, slut-shaming, dry humping, creampie, male squirting. sex, tension and fluff at a 50/40/10 ratio
a/n. had sooo much fun writing this. happy late halloween & enjoy <3
Choso hadnât even considered the possibility of you attending the same Halloween party. That meant that him dressing up as Little Red Riding Hoodâand you showing up as the Big Bad Wolfâwas pure coincidence.Â
Or fate, as Yuki had phrased, wearing an annoying smirk.Â
He hadnât wanted to dress up, much less go to a party. Staying at home, curled up on the couch with salted popcorn and a marathon of slasher films, sounded infinitely more appearling. But according to the forces of the universe, being a college student meant that socializing was inevitable. Before he could protest, heâd been shoved into a room with a short red dress, thigh-highs, and a handful of accessories, then manhandled into the back of a car.Â
And now here he wasâdressed as Little Red Riding Hood.Â
Or rather, an alternate version of the tale where she had gotten lost on the way to her grandmotherâs house and joined an emo rock band instead. The fit was complete with a basket of candy he held in one arm, watching as the love of his life paraded his Big Bad Wolf costume across the room. Okay. Maybe that wasnât part of the story.Â
He sighed defeatedly, leaning back against the wall.Â
You were enjoying yourself, of course. That charming wolfish grin, paired with twin sharp canines flashing whenever you laughed a little too hard. Choso wondered if they were prosthetics or if they were always that sharp. He wondered what it felt like to have them sink into his shoulder. Would you bite him gently? Or tear him apart, like the wolf in the original tale?Â
âHey.âÂ
Choso blinked.Â
And promptly started sputtering. âWhat,â he managed, brilliantly. âHello?âÂ
You chuckled at his flustered state. His big, tired eyesâoutlined with pretty purpleâstared up at you like he couldnât believe you were talking to him.Â
âHello,â you greeted him back, sweetly. âI didnât mean to disturb you. Itâs just that I couldnât help but notice⊠we kind of match?âÂ
Chosoâs ears burned red. âAh. IâI noticed that, too.â If he didnât know any better, he would think you were flirting with him. Suggesting the two of you matched, like you werenât talking about costumes but something deeper. Bad for his heart.Â
âHeard from your friends that you hate parties,â you continued with a smile, oblivious to his inner turmoil. âSo I was surprised to see you hereâas Little Red Riding Hood, no less.âÂ
Choso swallowed. Youâd asked about him? Why had no one told him about this?Â
âI was forced to come,â he admitted. âI wasnât really planning on showing up. But now that Iâm here, itâs not too bad.â He glanced at you shyly, and you swore you could feel your heart flutter.Â
You nodded. âWasnât really much of a party person either, but after the first few ones, you just get used to the noise and crowd. Best part, though?â You let your gaze trail over himââthe red lace corset cinched his waist perfectly, the petticoat beneath that little red dress, the skin-tight thigh highs and black heeled boots. Definitely not a biblically accurate Little Red Riding Hood. âYou get to stare at a pretty guy all night.âÂ
Choso was certain he looked like a blushing mess by now. Were you flirting? Or was this just how you talked to everyone? It wouldnât stray too far from his perception of youâyou were objectively gorgeous, charismatic, a social butterfly.Â
He found himself pouting a little at the thought.Â
But then, a warm palm gently cupped the side of his face, and Choso let out a small sound of surprise as you brushed a tender thumb over his cheek.Â
âSorry,â you murmured sheepishly. âJust⊠wanted to let you know, in case you still didnât get it. I wanted to come over here and talk to you the moment you got here.âÂ
Choso covered your clawed hand with his own, lips still pursed in that maddening pout. It drove you crazy with desire. âJust another âpretty guyâ you stare at during parties?â he whispered.Â
âNo,â you choked out. âI⊠I donât know why I said it like that. Was trying to tell you that you looked pretty. I donât really stare at people. Not unless theyâre you.âÂ
Choso tried not to crack a smile at your flustered rambling. Somehow, it made you all the more endearingâlike a wolf with the mannerisms of a puppy.Â
âNot unless theyâre me,â he echoed, teasing. âMr Wolf⊠have you been stalking me?âÂ
You visibly swallowed. Mr Wolf. That was⊠fine. Great, even. You could handle that.Â
âNot stalking,â you denied with a shaky laugh. Sure, youâd asked around about him. Tried to find out more about âthe brooding guy with the permanent bored expression and signature purple eyeshadowâ. Maybe youâd looked him up online, but everyone did that. âAll Iâm saying is, youâve had my attention for a long time.âÂ
âSince the moment I walked into those woods?âÂ
For a swift second, you were taken aback. His eyes were wide. Hopeful. Like a little lamb begging to be devoured. And who were you to refuse?Â
âCan you blame me?â you countered. âI was hungry, and you were the prettiest thing Iâd ever seen.âÂ
Choso flushed. âS-sorry. You donât have to play alongââÂ
âI want to,â you blurted, almost desperate. âPlease.âÂ
âOkay,â Choso whispered. He could feel his heart running a marathon in his chest, the blood hot in his ears. It felt like deliriumâlike prey sprinting through the forest with a bloodthirsty wolf hot on its heels. And the worst part was, he wanted to be caught.Â
âI need to know your boundaries,â you murmured. âWhat I can do⊠and what I canât.âÂ
âTouch me,â Choso gasped, voice wrecked. âYou can do anythingâanythingâas long as it feels nice.âÂ
You wasted no time in getting your hands on him. A knee slid between his thighs, pinning him to the wall as your hands claimed his waist. âI can do that,â you promised, grinning when he choked back a whine, struggling not to rut down against your leg. âFuck, Little Red. You have no idea what youâve been doing to me.âÂ
He looped his arms around your neck, pulling you closer with hazy eyes. âTell me, please? I want to know.âÂ
Your grip tightened, thumbs digging into the softness of his hips, the swell of his thighs. âThe second I saw you skipping through the woods in that little red dress of yours, I wanted to devour you. Chase you until you lost your breath, a pliant mess under me. Wanted to see what you were hiding under that skirt.Â
Chosoâs breath hitchedâalmost a whimper. âI wouldnât let you catch me so easily, Mr Wolf.âÂ
âAnd yet here you are, in my arms,â you taunted, adjusting your leg so that it was pressed up against the hard heat of his cock. âDoesnât look like youâre running away from me, does it?âÂ
A gasp of pleasure tore from him as his forehead tipped forward to rest on your shoulder. The weight of gravity was a cruel thingâevery squirm for relief only resulted in him rutting harder against you instead of relieving the pressure on his crotch.Â
âYou tricked me,â he accused, voice trembling. âTold me you knew the way to Grannyâs. Liar.âÂ
âWhy would a wolf do favours,â you chuckled, squeezing his hips, âwhen he could have a feast instead, silly?âÂ
Choso whined, lips curving into an unhappy pout at being called silly. He wasnât silly. You just had that effect on him, Big Bad Wolf or not. âI could bring you food,â he offered weakly, despite the hungry gaze telling him it was futile. âI could share with you some of my lunch.â He gestured to the abandoned candy basket.Â
âI donât want your lunch, Little Red.â Your teeth scraped his earlobe. âI want you. Donât you get it?âÂ
Tears welled in his eyes as he shook his head, and you wanted to coo at the sight, nearly breaking character. You watched as he writhed against you, biting his lip to stifle the noises bubbling up. He was so close, and you knew it.Â
âIâll let you eat me,â Choso panted, âon one condition, Mr Wolf.âÂ
That intrigued you. âName it.âÂ
Trembling fingers dragged you down, his lips brushing against your ear. âMake me come.âÂ
Your breath stutteredâbut there was no time to think, only to obey.Â
You took a firm grip on his hair, wrenching his head to the side to expose his neckâas though you were going to sink your teeth there, claim him as yours. Choso whimpered in surprise but bared his neck further, a silent plea of want.Â
âNeedy little slut,â you snarled, teeth grazing his pulse. âRutting against me like this. Bet youâd love it if I bent you over right hereâfucked you open in the dirt.âÂ
His climax crashed into him like a storm. He collapsed forward into your arms, a choked cry muffled into your shoulder as you held him throughout the aftershocks. You didnât even bother to retract your knee, letting it stay pressed against his twitching, oversensitive cock, right where it belonged.Â
âChoso?â you whispered.Â
A whimper.Â
âI canât hear you, baby.âÂ
He burrowed into your chest, petulant. ââM not repeating it.âÂ
âSay something else?âÂ
A beat. Then, muffled but unmistakable: âYouâre mean.âÂ
Your eyes widened in panic. Was that too much? âIâm sorry, I know we didnâtââÂ
âNo.â He placed a gentle palm on your chest, halting your words. Right over where your beating heart was. âI meant, youâre mean, and I loved it.âÂ
When he looked up, his eyes were glassy, wreckedâhungry with lust.Â
You hadnât expected the intensity of it.Â
âTake me upstairs,â he almost begged. âPlease, pleaseâŠâ Â
Fuck. âAlright.âÂ
You hauled him through the crowd, ignoring the wolf-whistles in your wake as you made your way up the stairs, barging into the first empty room with only one thing on your mind. You were going to fuck him so good he would be trembling with pleasure by the time you were done with him.Â
Choso was sprawled on the bed, a panting, pliant mess as he patiently waited for you to return to him after locking the door.Â
âKiss me,â he whined once you got close enough, and he had every right toâbecause how dare you not kiss him? He wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you on top of him, whining as you mouthed messily at his neck before finally crashing your lips against hisâall teeth and tongue, the filthy kiss heâd been aching for all night.Â
You kissed him like you were sin, and he was absolution. Like the last mercy before the devouring.Â
When you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips, he chased it blindly, pouting when you held him back with a gentle hand to his chest. âTurn around,â you ordered, voice rough. âGonna eat you out.âÂ
There was no hesitation. Choso nodded, scrambling onto all fours with his chest pressed to the pattress, ass raised just for you. He should feel filthy, exposed, vulnerable. But strangely, he felt nothing of the sort. Only want, as you pressed even closer, your hot breath ghosting over the sensitive back of his thighs as you flipped up his skirt.Â
A shiver wracked him you slowly pried his cum-stained panties to the side, baring him to the cold air. âPretty,â you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his twitching hole.Â
Choso whined.Â
You licked a broad stripe all the way perineum to his needy hole, before lightly dipping your tongue inside, just to watch him squirm. âStay still,â you muttered. âAre you going to be a good boy and let me play with you?âÂ
âYes,â he gasped. âPlease, pup. Iâll be so good for you.âÂ
Pup.Â
He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. And he was going to use that to his every advantage, wasnât he?Â
You growled, nuzzling into his cheeks before finally burrowing your way inside, eating him out with vigour. Beneath you, he was a writhing mess, panting and whining as you devoured him from behind like a wolf digging into the tender belly of its prey.Â
âPlease, please, please,â he sobbed, âW-want your fingers in me, pup.âÂ
âThought you were gonna be good for me, baby.âÂ
He nodded tearfully. âIâve been good. Just⊠want you.âÂ
You sighed in feigned exasperation, your fingers digging into his hips as you pulled away. âLittle Red wants to play?âÂ
âYes,â Choso whined. âWant you to play with me so bad, Mr Wolf.âÂ
âYou sure you can take me?â You opened up the bedside drawer, taking out a bottle of lube, before pouring a generous amount on your fingers. âArenât you too arrogant?âÂ
âI can!â he protested, pushing his ass towards you in desperation. âYou can p⊠punish me if I canât. I wonât mind.âÂ
âNo,â you agreed with a chuckle. âOf course you wonât mind. A slut like you would probably enjoy it.âÂ
Chosoâs eyes widened, but before he could say anything, deny itâyou pushed a finger inside his hole, admiring the way it clenched around you needily.Â
âIâm not a slut,â he whispered.Â
âNo?â you goaded him on, pushing another finger inside. âYou think I didnât notice, Little Red? You strutting around in the woods in this little dress of yours. You were trying to seduce me into fucking you, werenât you?âÂ
He whined, shaking his head. âNo,â he gasped as you curled themâbarely grazing the spot that would make him see stars. âIâm n-not, would never!âÂ
âI wouldnât be so sure about that,â you continued, adding a third one to the stretch once you deemed him loose enough. âYou know the way to your Grannyâs place perfectly. You werenât lost. You didnât need directions. You were just hungry for cock.âÂ
âPlease,â Choso cried, as you pressed the pads of your fingers against his prostate, making him shudder with pleasure. âFuck me a-alreadyâŠâÂ
âAdmit that youâre a slut,â you sneered, mean. âAdmit that you walk around the woods pretending to be lost in this slutty little dress of yours, looking for wolves to fuck.âÂ
âNot just any wolf,â he gasped. âOnly you. âM a slut for you.âÂ
You pulled out your fingers, barely giving him a second of reprieve before you unzipped your pants, lined yourself up and pushed your cock into his spasming holeâall in one smooth thrust.Â
Choso sobbed with pleasure as you bottomed out, rough hands massaging the fat of his hips. You pulled out until only the tip was inside before brutally thrusting into him again, the slap of your hips against his loud, filthy and wet.Â
He shouldâve known that he was no match for you from the moment he caught your eye.Â
How would prey like him ever escape a virile predator like you?Â
âS-so good,â he choked out, whimpering as you leaned back to spit at his hole, the sticky glob intermixing with the lube, creating a messy slop inside his tummy. ââS wet and m-messy.â
âYeah?â you panted. Your hips felt like they were moving of their own accordâblindly thrusting into the wet, warm heat of his cavern, carving out a place for your cock, pound by pound. âThat good, baby?âÂ
âYeah,â he huffed out. âWanna s-see your face, pleaseâŠâÂ
You paused, pulling out before you flipped him over, settling between his eagerly splayed-out thighs. His dress was crumpled and racked up to his waist, his eyes glazed over with tears of pleasure. You wasted no time in pushing in again, this time paying extra attention to every detail in his expressionâthe scrunching up of his eyebrows as he struggled to take the stretch, the way his lips fell open in a lewd moan as you thrusted forward.Â
Choso was beautiful.Â
âPretty,â he whimpered, tears spilling down his cheeks. âYouâre so p-pretty.âÂ
You leaned down to smother his lips with yours, drinking in his noises. You couldnât get enough of him. He was too good for you, in a way that was bad for your heart.Â
âGonna fuck you full,â you muttered breathlessly into his ear. âFuck a knot into you, if I could.âÂ
âPlease,â he sobbed. âWanna feel you here, pup.â He grasped your wrist with a trembling hand before pressing your warm palm against his naked stomach. You could feel yourself moving inside himâevery push and pull of heat and slop, burrowing your way into his insides.Â
He shuddered and cried out as you wrapped a hand around his cock, thumbing messily at the slit. âNo,â he protested, ââm too close, no, noââÂ
âCome for me,â you whispered, more of a plea than anything. âWant you to let go of yourself and come, pretty thing.âÂ
Choso shook his head, gasping for air. âI canât, pup, feels w-weirdââÂ
âWant you to be dirty,â you growled, every pound and thrust aimed at his sweet spot as he cried and writhed in your arms. You squeezed his cock. âMake as much of a mess as you want.âÂ
Choso nearly jackknifed off the bed as he came with a shoutâropes of cum squirting from his cock, painting your chest and his stomach with white.Â
âFuck, baby, you squirtedââ you gasped out as his hole gripped you like a vice, your orgasm hitting you like a hurricane, black spots flooding your vision as you groaned in pleasure. âChoso!âÂ
He whimpered as you filled his hole with cum, the sticky slop combined with the girth of your soft cock making him dizzy with fullness. He whined as you collapsed on top of him, blanketing him with warmth.Â
You nuzzled into the crook of his neck.Â
âPup?â he asked sleepily.Â
You blinked an eye open. âMm? Want me to pull out?âÂ
Choso shook his head. âNo, I justâŠâ he trailed off, before whispering, âI want you.âÂ
Your heart skipped a beat.Â
âDonât think I can get it up to another round right now, baby,â you joked weakly.Â
ââM not talking about that,â he mumbled. âWant you, want all of you.â He trailed his fingers up the skin of your back, before settling into your messy hair, gently sifting through the strands.Â
âWant you too,â you whispered back. âI wasnât lying when I said Iâve wanted you for a long time. Want to be The Wolf to your Little Red. Or just us. Anything is okay.âÂ
Choso smiled at that, warmth blossoming in his chest. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. âHappy Halloween, pup.âÂ
âAnd you, too,â you chuckled. âOh, and before I forget. Trick? Or dick?âÂ
"fucâ fudgeâ fudge, fudge, fudgeâ", he breathed. His hand besides your head now clawing the sheets so hard, you are certain you heard a pop. His breathe is uneven, hitting your shoulder. His other forearms just laying flat against the mattress, some of your hair underneath but you don't complain about it.
"are you alright?", you breathed. It was apparent that you were smiling. It could be heard in your voice, for Pete's sake! Your hand traveled from his ribcage, all the way up to his cheek. Oh, that made his breathe stutter.
"yeahâ yeah, oh, I'm so fineâ", he stuttered. His hips moved. Slowly. Every slow drag out, he closed his eyes. His lips pressing together like they were concealing every secret he had. And, every push in, his eyes opened. Not like he could see much, his glasses fogged up from his own breathing.
"I'm so okayâ very okay. Everything isâ greanghâ", his head dropped on your shoulder when you hooked your legs around his waist. A teasing smile on your lips quickly turned into a open mouthed gasp when his hips snapped on their own.
The hand on his cheek moved to rest on the back of his neck. "Rylandâ", you whispered. That seemed to catch his attention as he moved up from his position of laying over you. Now, you could see all of him.
His chest moving from the uneven breathes. His fogged up glasses. Hair slightly askew, falling over his forehead. His lips parted, you could see the sheen layer of sweat glisten under the mood light.
You could tell he was about to say something, your hips moved before his lips could. Grinding against his, begging, screaming for more friction or action or anything. The words stuck on his tongue immediately turned into a choked groan.
"waitâ wait, wait, wait", his hand pressed on your stomach. Which did nothing to motivate you to wait. It just pressed you harder against the feeling of him inside, your back arched as you let out a moan, "ohâ"
His hand lifted like he touched lava, literally. You opened your eyes, glaring. Was he really adamant on not letting you get off tonight?
Your hand wrapped around his wrist as you yanked him forward, his free hand scrambled to find a solace while yours just pulled him closer by the back of his neck.
"Ryland Grace, if you don't fuck me right now. I swearâ", he didn't even have to let you finish. His hips already started moving. Making you take a sudden breath before falling back down on the mattress.
"sorryâ I didn't realize I was stalling, hehâ", he breathed. "Did you know, that sex functions as a moderateâ oh my gosh", he moaned, his hand moving to rest on your hip.
"moderateâ", his other hand pushed his glasses up, "exercise that burns 3 toâ to", his hips moved. He talked so much, "4.2 caloriâmphfâ"
Your hand, that was resting on the back of his neck just moved. Two fingers prodding at his lips before resting in his mouth when he opened them to speak. You could feel the warm saliva and soft muscles around it, teeth careful not to graze your fingers.
"shhâ", your eyes closed, focusing on the way he feels. But not before you saw the way he nodded and feel his tongue push your fingers to the roof of his mouth.
a/n: I need to make out with this man while he tells the weirdest and the most useless facts he knows while I'm trying to shut him up
âsâtoo much sweetheartâ h-hah..â youâve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. heâs laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.
he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethinâ to cool off after a hard day at work! ânuh uh.. sânot enough, youâre being soo good for me kennnn.â your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.
heâs planting delicate kisses on your neck while heâs huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. âf-fuck nngh mâgonna cum again- mmf,â heâs moaning out â pleading even, youâve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. âyeah? youâre being so loudd.. heh- câmon give it to me kentooâ you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.
his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. âmmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-donât stop shiiit!â he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.
your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. âo. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!â he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. heâs made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.
âfeel better big boy..?â you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. âhah.. almost killed me yâknowâ he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. âwhateverrr, you liked it!â you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time youâll be able to help your husband âcool off after workâ
who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have
a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!
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