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can't stop thinking about starlight from the boys and her eyes glowing when she orgasms, so…hehe.
tags: pwp, KINKY!!, readers eyes glow when she cums, mutant!reader, p-in-v, post-coital conversations, teasing, sexual tension, pussy whipped!clark (1.1k wc)
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you could count the amount of times you'd orgasmed in your entire life on a single hand.
it wasn't that every man you met was devastatingly bad, there were good times. but it was a much bigger, brighter problem when you could cum. you'd gotten tired of explaining they why of the light-show that came when…you came. so you'd decided, the next person you fucked, would be someone entirely capable of handling you in the oddities of your quirk.
that man…happened to be none other than clark kent.
you'd met him in the justice league, hit it off instantly. mainly because you really adored how fascinated he got whenever you'd use your powers in his presence. so he should've been fine if you beamed as you orgasmed.
…that's what you told yourself anyway. the theory was yet to be tested.
when you forewarned him, he was more embarrassed than weirded out. "the idea that i could even get a gorgeous girl like you to…you know…it's not weird at all. it'll be rewarding. c'mon…don't be silly."
despite his casual deference to your forewarning, his ears were red, all the way down to your neck. so you figured, what's the worst that could happen.
the words tumble out of you breathless, hasty & jumbled. too overwhelmed to even form coherent sentences with how much clark's cock was stretching you out. fucking you so hard and deep.
your body arches right into him. hot, sweaty chest, soft and pressed up against his own. clark's muscle tenses, his hip thrusting relentlessly into your squelching cunt. the sharp burn you once felt had manifested into something so dangerous and potent — the aching pleasure of your belly burning wildly and intensely.
clark's arm curls around your hips, his forearms flexing, holding you securely in place as he drives up into you. he'd barely begun fucking you and he already knew you were going to cum, with your pussy fluttering so warm and tight around him. the combined sweat makes your skin slick where you're pressed together.
he thinks he might've imagined it when he sees a flicker of an amber glow casting form your eyes. it pulses in your pupils, threatening to take over. clark keeps at his pace — the room then lights up, in the direction your head was tilted.
his eyes widens. an awed gasp caught in his throat as the amber coats your irises, illuminating his face for a brief second before you tip your head. column of your through visible as you come hard, coating the space in an otherworldly glow.
"jesus…look at you."
the glow pulses from within your skin. forcing clark to slow in the presence of the eerie hue. he stares, completely captivated. it quickly churns in him — a quiet, heady want that fills him. before you even begin to feel judged beneath his scrutiny, his hand comes to cradle your cheeks, thumbing gently at your cheekbone.
you lean into his touch, shy. "i-is it weird?" his gaze only makes you pulse around him harder.
clark lets out a low, shuddered groan at the flutter, hips jerking up into you.
"g-gosh no. not weird. it's…you."
his thrusts resume much slower, careful not to overwhelm you after your orgasm. but he's mesmerised, by the gentle flow that fades from your eyes. grinding slow and deep into you.
"you're so…so beautiful."
you feel his palm slide to the back of your head, flexing his fingers in locks of your hair. "m-mhn. you're…not just saying that to be nice?" you punctuate your words with a circle of your hips, matching the pace of his thrusts.
clark visibly winces, grunting low as he feels the familiar tightness in his balls. "you're…unbelievable." his gaze remains on you, sheepish, but truthful, "it is…so…incredibly hot," he croaks, his own head looks to the side. focussed on driving his cock into you velvet, tight pussy. "you're glowin'…cause of me."
you don't think you have another orgasm left in you. but you're as determined to get him to feel the same pleasure you did. a low growl rumbles in your throat as you squeeze harder around him.
"h-holy—…ugh!"
a broken whimper leaves his throat as soon as you relax around his length and his belly tightens, convulsing beneath you as he pants your name over and over. arm tightly locked around your hips as he empties himself deep inside you in helpless, desperate thrust.
you whine at the abrupt change in position, where clark pulls you down next to him, breathing heavily in the wake of his own orgasm.
clark's turns to you with a deep, content sigh, his hand coming up to brush the damp hairs stuck to your temple to the side. "wasn't such bad thing…" he murmurs, thumbing by your cheekbones.
"you're so weird…"
he lifts his head in mock offense, "how does that make me weird?"
"me beaming like a lighthouse is weird. liking it makes you weird. " you mumble with an embarrassed laugh, burying your face in his chest.
"it's not weird," he tuts, draping your trembling thighs over his hips, "first time i….came….i laser beamed my bedroom in the barn."
you snort. nudging your jaw on his chest.
"you're fucking with me."
"m'not," clark raises his palm, folding his fingers. "scout's honour."
"…you really think it's hot?" you lazily rest your cheeks on the sweaty, tuft of hair on his chest."
"are you kidding? i came harder than i have in years just watching you get like that…"
"you're just saying that." you cut in, hasty and in disbelief. "what's so hot about it?"
"gosh it's…" clark sighs, head slumping back, a lop-sided grin on his cheeks. "letting go for me like that, your entire body reacting so…beautifully. it's…it's like heaven —"
"jesus. you're so poetic for no reason. say it dirtier." you murmur. running your knuckles down the deep indents of his cheeks.
clark lifts his head enough to size you with a pouty look, but then he slumps. pondering on your words. you don't think he was actually going to follow through until you feel his voice drop an octave lower, gaze intently on yours.
"watchin' you…come apart on my cock is one thing. but seeing your eyes just…glow. like some kind of…extra-terrestrial adult film…star. i don't think a guy can ask for more. i thought i would explode. like i was gonna laser beam at my release like it was my first damn time."
you lift your head, almost in awe at his use of words, a soft, appraising growl leaving your throat.
tags: smut, dry humping, p-in-v, creampies, male moaning, reader rides clark <3 | gif creds (600+ wc)
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clark loves having you above him.
not because he doesn't like taking initiative. stamina isn't an issue for him, it's more of the optics. having you above him meant he got to see you. it meant you'd have the ability to dictate the pace, and witness first hand just how much you affect him.
intimate moments often start like that. where you've climbed over the wide expanse of his thighs with an airy giggle, dragging your knuckles across his jaw. two indents would instantly press in the hollow of his cheeks — matching your laughter with his own.
you loved when he smiled. at the manner his canines catch his bottom lips, the dimples that were ever present regardless of what you did.
the hands, that were once occupied with a daily planet crossword, now rests by your shoulder, pushing away locks of your hair in futile. it falls over to tickle at his cheek anyway, and he plays with the strands, muttering mindless rambles of just how much he loved you.
there isn't a when. it happens as naturally as you're slowly rutting your hips onto him. the path is familiar, from his thighs, upward to his abdomen. steady palms by the back of your hips encourage the notion, until you're able to coax the hardness beneath his sweats.
the large, rigid shift twitches beneath your already wet bottoms.
laughter, makes a switch to needy, hasty pants.
ah, gosh — rub yourself on it, s-sweet thing, hahh—
no ones but clark's moans garnered the ability to make you clench on instinct. it's how his gaze is locked onto you while you're grinding on him. brows knit in exertion as you take your time to work yourself up — his cheeks have reddened, all the way to his ears. he relishes in the manner your slick begins to soak his bulge.
he'd tug your top, until the rest by your collarbone. mouthing at the softer fat that rests bare within his eyeline. paired with the stimulation of his wet sucks to your sensitive nipples, you're coating him through the fabrics that seperated your sexes.
for you, he has endless patience. humouring you when you tease him, nipping at your jaw when you attempt to move your face away.
clark had only one rule when it came to fucking you.
he needed your mouth as close to his as possible at any given time. no exceptions. even when he took you from the back, he'd find some way to press your lips to his, even if it had just been to match your breaths.
you'd feel him line himself. notching the tip of his pre-coated cock at your entrance.
when you tilt, his hand cases your jaw, encouraging you to spill the remainder of the stuttered whines that leave your lips.
m-mhm. yeah. god, yeah.
the stretch of him momentarily forces your back to rigid, but it's quickly melting when you're met with clark's tight, flushed expression.
nodding, barely able to hold himself back.
doin' so..sososo..good, fuck —…
at that point, he's already come completely undone, even as you're only able to fuck the tip of his thick, reddened cock into your pussy.
he looks at you all the same, a broken man on the verge of cumming with just about anything you offer him.
and when he finally has you fully sheathed on his cock? he doesn't thrust into you haphazardly just yet. he lets your hips circle onto his pelvis — where the coarse, slick-coated hair beneath rubs deliciously against your clit.
clark merely squeezes the flesh of your ass, spreading them apart — kneading you as he bounces you on his cock, though barely, rutting and humping with bated breaths as he lets his first, thick load pool deep in your belly.
you likened the first round with him as mere foreplay, because when clark does revv himself up enough, stretching you sufficiently — he'd fuck you, hard.