established relationship, semi-public sex, desperation & degrading
Workaholic โ Bruce x reader (18+)
reader convinces Bruce to let her top him but gives up after finding it too exhausting (s/o who is usually a pillow princess but convinces him to let her top just to give up when she sees it is "too much work")
Bigdick!Clark (18+)
Very smutty thoughts
Clark Kent x impatient!f!reader (18+)
reader knows that Clark is superman, masturbation, unintentional voyeurism, smut, begging, reader is vocal (at the end)
a/n: no clue what the fuck I just wrote but here it is for you guys <3.
โHey, Y/n, whom of us would you date?โ, you look at dick.
โEhm, none of you?โ, you answer questioningly.
โThat didn't sound very convinced.โ, tim chuckled.
โWell what I mean is, I don't fancy one of you specifically, I don't have major feelings or a crush on any one of you so I would date all or none of you.โ, you tried to sound as sure as possible this time, praying you wouldn't accidentally reveal that you do very much have feelings for the big man who was sitting comfortably in his armchair and holding a piece of newspaper.
โBut if you had to choose one of us, who would it be?โ, you thought for a little while going through logical arguments but eventually landed on the man who had been of interest to you long before.
"Bruce.โ, you answered.
โWhy?โ, you were questioned.
โIt makes the most sense, logicallyโ, you said.
โHow so?โ, Tim wondered.
โWell you've all got interesting qualities, so I can't really use those as a way of deciding, but I think I have the best chance of at least getting a really, really good meal, even if the date is aweful.", at that Bruce laughed a bit and even looked up at you for a second.
โThat makes sense, i guess.โ, Tim said, whereas Dick still seemed unsatisfied.
โWell then, tell us. What is the most interesting thing about each of us?โ, he asked.
Now everyone was looking: Dick looked at you longingly, Tim seemed interested, Bruce lowered his newspaper, and even Jason had moved his attention from scanning over the pages of his book to look at you.
Very intimidated you tried to escape the situation by closing your eyes.
"Come on, tell us.", dick urged and no one else seemed opposed to the idea.
You breathed, then: โWell, as objectively as I can be: I thinkโ, you stopped for a moment, might it be better to just set off? Run away for as long as it was possible? But you didn't.
โI think, Tim is very smart, Dick has a great personality, Jason reads interesting books and Bruce, well, he has money.โ, you said squeezing your eyes shut.
โOh.โ, Dick said, โso I'm not smart?โ, he asked.
โDont be silly.โ, you answered. โYou all have good brains and are very nice with a great personality and you all have nice bodies and yadiyadiya.โ, you try to make everyone feel better.
โbut, I dont know, those are just the first things that come to mind when I think about your best qualities as boyfriends, kind of.โ, you say.
โAnd now, I'll go to my room before this gets even worse than it is.โ, you state, referring to the situation you found yourself in and started to make your way to your room.
synopsis: first trip together, first time together ;)
cw: shy and overthinking reader, lowk modest reader, smut (mdni)
a/n: lost any connection to the internet and tumblr deleted about 5 Minutes of work ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ TWICE!!! I kinda lost motivation๐ซฉ sorry
Landscapes were flying by like in a Movie. The soft yellow painting a beautifully blutet picture with the occasional green.
Staring out of the window a smile crept onto your face and your fingers slowly reached out to touch the seemingly endless outside.
Your fingertips brushed the thick glass window pulling you out of your trance and redirecting your attention to reality.
You let your head fall against the wall to your left and your hand fall onto your lap with a huff.
This caught Bruceโs attention and so he looked up at you with a questioning expression.
His right foot was balancing ontop of his left thigh creating a square shaped opening over which he was resting a big newspaper.
He had been scanning the pages for interesting topics and quotes but had now lifted his gaze towards the woman sitting across from him.
The big wooden table in between the two of you seemed to disturb any chance of intimate interaction and made it more feel like a job interview for which you where majorly underdressed and had no idea what to say or do.
Anything you did felt slightly judged by the older man in front of you, sitting on the comfortable cushion seats in a fitted, dark grey suit.
As you felt his gaze on yourself a small uncomfortable blush crept its way onto your face.
You had never before been alone with him for this long and your anxiety made that very clear.
Everything you did and didnโt do and anything he did or didnโt do gave reason for him to dislike everything about you.
You had proposed the idea of a trip on the third date you had been on and you remembered the exact way he had sat there and smiled at you. A polite, โweโll seeโ kind of smile. One that felt more like a nice decline.
And still, two weeks later you were sat in a train. With him. Alone.
With no recollection on how you had survived the first 20minutes of your meeting: his strong arms hugging you when you met him at the platform, or how his biceps flexing when he took your suitcase and carefully set it ontop of the luggage rack in the little booth he had reserved for the two of you.
You were now faced with the next big challenge.
Slowly but surely you looked up and couldnโt resist but smile as his eyes met yours.
โAre you okay?โ, his voice sounded rough. It had been the second or maybe third sentence he had spoken in your presence and you forgot how much you loved his voice.
โY/n?โ, his words were dripping with concern but the only thing you could focus on was how he said your name.
You thigh instinctively clenched as you felt your core grew hotter.
For a second you werenโt able to move, as your body clenched every part of it that wouldnโt be noticed by him.
Eventually you nodded and pushed a reassuring sound through your lips as you got up quickly and excused yourself to use the restroom.
When the door to the booth closed you let out a big puff of air and slowly made your way to the toilet not caring how little your body tried to work against the movements of the train.
Finally sitting in the little room you stared at the reflection of yourself in the big mirror in front of you trying to regain confidence.
You wouldnโt make it to the end of this trip if you didnโt, hell you might not even make it to the end of the train ride if your mind wouldnโt start cooperating.
You got up and made your way back to the booth in which Bruce was reading his paper again.
Well reading might be a bit far fetched. He was skimming through the articles while his mind was occupied trying to figure out what had happened.
When you opened the door again he looked up and let his gaze follow you through the room until you were sitting again.
โBaby?โ.
You hesitated, but eventually looked at him.
He let his body fall forward while firmly setting both of his feet on the ground and folding up the newspaper to lay it next to him.
โIs something wrong?โ, he asked.
โNo.โ, you answered.
He looked at you, unconvinced.
โSorry, no, I donโt know.โ, you answered truthfully.
He gestured to put your hands in his open ones on the table and started stroking them with his thumbs, easing your mind.
โI think Iโm just overthinking everything.โ, you eventually spoke.
โHow so?โ, he asked curiously.
โOh you know, youโre rich and attractive, and I am replaceable. Whenever I donโt feel like youโre treating me with 100% of your capabilities I think youโve already float interest.โ, he stood up and sat down beside you.
โHey, that is not true okay. You are not replaceable. I could never replace you.โ, he brushed a strand of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
โYeah, cause you canโt find another young lady who is interested in being with you, hm?โ, you answered sarcastically.
โI canโt find another young lady, no.โ, he answered truthfully.
โDo you really mean that?โ, you questioned.
โYes.โ, he assured.
Still unconvinced you looked at him and raised your eyebrow.
โLet me show you how ireplaceable you are.โ, he whispered into your ear and pulled back only to softly press his lips against yours.
The kiss caught you off guard.
Although you have been dating for three weeks, you hadnโt kissed all that often.
Your dates had always been dinner dates, restaurants, sometimes from home, and they had only once ended in a make-out session. It was the second date, he had ordered a great wine and clearly both of you had had too much of it. Thankfully you fell asleep before anything more could happen.
You had kissed a total of 8 times throughout your relationship, including your make-out session as one.
Usually he was the one who ended the date due to an emergency and if you were honest you had been glad everytime it happened although your anxiety was telling you he might have made the excuses up to avoid longer meetings with you.
But usually a sweet text afterwards or a personal present made all those thoughts disappear.
So when he kissed you today, it felt different, deeper, more meaningful.
He grabbed you by the hips to encourage you to move your lips too and when you shyly opened your mouth he slid his tongue inside and let it glide against your tip, pushing it back and up, leaving you with no option but to push back and easing your transition into the heated kiss.
Still holding onto your hips he pushed your upper body down with his own, leaning over you.
His right leg balanced his body on the floor while his left leg was smugly pushing your thighs apart.
You grew more confident by the second and when he felt your hands on his hard chest he couldnโt help but chuckle into the kiss and move down towards your neck with little pecks.
Your hands moved up over his shoulders and slid beneath his shirt down his back feeling his lean muscles.
You let out a small moan as his consistent kisses hit an especially sensitive place on your neck.
โFuck baby, you sound so sweet.โ, his voice was clearly laced with restraint but his body showed none of that as his leg pushed up against your pussy forcing another sound to spill from your lips.
He started grinding his thigh against your core heating up your body undeniably and making you lose focus on anything but the warming feeling spreading through your body.
Bruce slowly made his way down towards your chest while pulling you shirt down with him to kiss directly onto your skin.
As his body moved back, his strained trousers finally made contact with your wet core and he noticed how your breath hitched slightly as he felt the smallest of contacts.
A cruel grin spread across his face as he started grinding against your middle, while your whinging got worse.
You looked at him and hoped your eyes would make him rip your clothes off and pound into you, but of course they didnโt.
โWhat is it baby?โ, he teased, โwhat do you want?โ.
โYou know what I want.โ, you moaned.
โI donโt think you have told me.โ, he grinds hared at that.
โCare to repeat, please?โ, you bite your lip.
Contemplating the need becomes too much for you and so you push his head down and nearly slam it into the cushion next to yours.
Your lips graze his ear as you tell me what he wants to hear: โI want you to fuck me bruce, please.โ
Youโve bearly finished your begging sentence when his body moved up off of yours and he rips open his shirt infront of you.
Buttons are flying through the room when he pulls you up with him and holds you against the end of the wooden table.
His lips find yours again when he starts taking of all of your clothes so swiftly, you donโt realise how exposed you are until the cold air hits your skin.
Only covered by your underwear you pull Bruce close to you by his open collar and immediately slide his shirt onto the floor.
Unbuckling his belt you pull him further towards you and canโt help but stare at the big buldge of his jeans that takes a far more admirable shape once his trousers are pooling on the floor.
Bruce steps out of them while pushing your torso down against the table until you are laying flat against it, with your legs dangling off the edge.
He pushes your thighs apart and sinks to his knees while pushing your underwear to a side now in full view of your pussy.
His lips close around your clit and delicately suck on it when pulling back while his fingers gather slick from your dripping hole and experimentally push into you.
He pulls them out again to lick from your hole up to your clit and massage it with slow round movements while his fingers slip back inside and out again only to push inside of you once more and repeat the motion in an agonisingly slow rhythm.
You try your best to be as quiet as possible but are probably failing miserably at the task.
Thankfully you canโt think about it all too long as another wave of pleasure rushes over you.
Bruce slowly gets back up and moves from kissing your puffy clit to your puffy lips in seconds. His tongue tastes of you in the most bittersweet way possible.
His hands grasp at your hips again and move them against his hard dick in a grinding motion.
He starts sliding your underwear down your thighs and gets rid of his own too.
He covers his hard dick in all the slick you have to offer and slowly pushes inside.
You both moan in union and make no efforts to hide how much you are enjoying this.
He pulls out slowly and pushes back in gradually.
Repeating this motion he gets faster and faster until he canโt control himself anymore and grabs your hips in a much harder way to slam you against his cock.
You have never felt this much pleasure before and cannot stop a loud moan from escaping.
He grunts again and repeats this motion until you can only feel how good this hard and constant pounding is, ignoring everything else.
Yearning for more you beg him to go faster and slam even deeper and so his flips you around, still attached to his cock, and starts pounding into you from the back.
At first heโs holding you down while slamming his hips into yours, but soon heโs letting you move back against him.
โFuck, this is so good, fuck, fuck, fuck.โ, you breathe.
โYeah, you like that baby, fuck, Iโm gonna come.โ, he warns.
You can only not approvingly and so he slides his finger back to your clit and starts stimulating it in just the right ways.
โFuck Iโm gonna come too.โ, you whine.
โIโm so close baby.โ you cry.
โFuck I love you.โ, he answers before pressing his cock deep inside of you.
You can feel him twitch as your pussy pushes around him, ringing out your high against the base of his dick.
He pulls out ever so carefully and turns you around with just as much care making sure you are as comfortable as possible.
โPlease donโt think youโre replaceable.โ, he says.
โI could never replace you, Bby.โ, he hesitates.
cw : smut mdni, fem reader, dry humping, thigh riding, could be considered light somno, making out, praise, somewhat subby clark, cumming in pants, brief descriptions of vaginal sex
requests are open!!!
3:16 AM, the clock reads as clark turns over, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
he looks down at you, curled into his chest, the picture of serenity. your head rests comfortably on his right pec as though it's a pillow. your right arm is strewn across him as well, your fingers curling around his left bicep, as though he'd slip away from you if you didn't keep him there. one of your legs is bent and slotted in between his own, cozy as can be.
your face is smushed into him as you sleep and clark can't help but admire you. he's sleepy, very much so, but he almost debates staying awake just a few minutes longer just to watch you. it would be creepy in any other context, but he's just so in love with you.
he sighs and shuts his eyes, snuggling into his pillow once again when he hears you start to whimper. he opens his eyes again, concerned he's woken you up somehow, when he realizes you're still fast asleep.
he dismisses it and goes to close his eyes again when you mumble out a "mmm clark". he's surely awake now. he starts to wonder if you're dreaming about him, almost letting out a little "awww" at the thought. how much more precious could his sweet girl get? that's when he feels you lazily roll your hips against his thigh.
oh.
clark immediately feels his cock begin to harden at the realization of what was going on. he certainly wasn't going back to sleep now.
you whimper again, still completely asleep. he feels his cock twitch, at which he lets out a groan. he tries to quiet himself after, wanting to let you enjoy your dream. you rut your hips against his thigh and moan again, lips parting, eyes still shut in pure bliss. god, he could cum right there.
you continue your ministrations a little more consistently now and clark is just melting. he doesn't know whether to wake you up or just keep watching. torn, he decides to just gently help you along, placing his hands on your hips and guiding you in rocking against him. as he does so, he begins to feel your need soaking warmly through your thin sleep shorts. he shamelessly lets out another groan.
it's not long after this that you start to stir. "clark?" you murmur, your hips slowing just barely as you become conscious. "whaddya doin?" you question, referring to his hands cradling your hips, still moving you back and forth.
"were you havin a dream baby?" he asks, ignoring your question. your eyes widen.
"mhmm," you respond simply, starting to remember. his grip on you tightens slightly.
"yea, i thought so hun," he says, voice deep with lust. "wanna tell me about it?"
you hesitate, half because you're still sleepy and half because you can hardly string together a coherent thought as he continues to move you back and forth on the muscle of his thigh.
" i- mmmh- you were letting me ride you," you stutter, the friction on your clit delicious as his thigh flexes and he pushes you a little harder against him.
"oh yeah? what'd it feel like baby?"
"so fucking good clarkie. you were stretching me out so much- oh god," you start to roll into him on your own accord.
"gosh your so hot," he whispers, growing impossibly harder, his cock now straining against the soft fabric of his flannel pj pants.
"and you were telling me that i was so tight and- ohhh fuck- you were gonna fill me up so good-"
"mmmfh, c'mere," clark moans lowly, moving his hands up to your waist to change your position. you whine at the loss of contact on your clit that is absolutely throbbing at this point, moaning in relief again when he sets you atop his clothed cock.
god he feels so big. you don't wait for instruction, you start to drag your achy clit against him with fervor, both of you moaning out in unison.
"baby im not gonna last if you keep makin those pretty noises," he says, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to hold back.
you whimper again at his words alone. "me either," you breathe out between moans. "just cum with me clark," you state, your orgasm building embarrassingly quick within you.
he pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue immediately slipping past your lips and into your mouth, causing you to moan against him. he allows you to break away as his hands snake up under your tank top and he begins to play with your nipples.
everything becomes too much. you press yourself against him even harder as you continue to bounce. you let out a near incoherent string of please and clark like it's a prayer, eyes rolling back at the increasing pleasure he was giving you.
"yeah, oh my, just like that baby, make a mess on my pants, god you're perfect," he encourages breathily. you cry out at the praise and speed up.
clark bucks up into you one, two, three times, and the coil within you snaps. your moans are borderline pornographic and your toes curl as you ride out your high, release leaking through your shorts and right onto his dick.
you're so caught up in the bliss of your own orgasm, you barely hear his broken whimpers, let alone notice him cumming in his pants.
CONTENT โ 18+ minors dni | established relationship, kitchen sex, rough sex, pet names (sweetheart, darling, baby), breast play, oral (f! receiving), fingering, brief hand job, external ejaculation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), clark bends you over the counter & gets you in a headlock, multiple orgasms, creampie. let me know if iโve missed anything!
WC โ 5.2k
NOTE โ thank you to the anon who sent in this request! now i need to go touch some grassโฆ
MASTERLIST | REQUEST
Clark doesnโt make a show of being a gentlemanโit isnโt performative, not something he switched on for appearances. It was simply who he was, in the quiet, steady way the sun rose every morning.
Doors, for example. He always got them. His hand would find the handle just before yours did, opening it with an easy motion. Sometimes his palm brushed lightly against your back as you walked through. And he always waited. Even if you were distracted, even if you took a second longer, he never let the door swing shut between you.
Chairs were the same. At dinner, whether it was at home or somewhere nicer in Metropolis, he was already stepping behind you, pulling your chair out smoothly. His hands would hover just slightly at your shoulder as you sit just making sure youโre settled before heโd gently slide the chair back in.
At home, it was even more noticeable. Clark was all quiet domestic habits and thoughtful touches. Heโd fold laundry like it actually mattered, his large hands surprisingly precise as he smoothed out creases before stacking everything neatly.ย
If you were cooking, he was there without needing to be asked. Heโd reach past you to grab something from a cupboard, pausing just enough to say a soft โsorryโ even though you barely had to move. His hand might settle at your waist for a second as he passed behind you, warm and steady, gone before it lingered too long.ย
And if you were tired? He noticed. Before you could even say anything, he was already pulling a blanket over the couch, fluffing a pillow with a gentleness that didnโt match his strength. Heโd press a lingering kiss to your temple before saying something simple like, โcโmere,โ in that warm Kansas drawl.
Even things like carrying groceries turned into something quietly telling. Youโd reach for a bag, and heโd give you oneโjust oneโwhile he effortlessly gathered the rest. Not to prove anything, not to make you feel small, but because taking care of you felt as natural to him as breathing. If you insisted on carrying more, heโd just smile that shy, crooked smile and say, โAlrightโฆ but Iโm still taking the heavy ones.โ
It was in those quiet, ordinary moments that his gentleness settled you. So when he wasnโt there, you felt it. The door that you opened yourself, the chair that stayed tucked in, the space beside you in the kitchen that wasn't quietly filled by his presence.ย
You didnโt think much of it, not really. You just moved through your evening the way you always did, letting routine take over where his quiet care usually lived. And outside, the world carried on.
Rain drummed against the window, streaking the glass in blurred lines that caught the glow of the city outside Metropolis. Thunder rolled somewhere far off as you moved around the kitchen in a pair of sleep shorts and one of Clarkโs old tops. Something sizzled on the stove, garlic and onions filling the space with a comforting, familiar scent.
Music played low from the radioโbackground noise more than anythingโwhile you focused on chopping, stirring, grounding yourself in the routine. You were just reaching for the salt when you heard the door open and you glanced up instinctively, turning halfway toward the sound.
Clark stood in the doorway, glasses wonky and shoulders slumped. His tie was loose, hanging crooked around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt were undone, his sleeves rolled up unevenly, and the fabric clung to his body outlining every inch of him. His hair, usually so carefully styled, was an absolute mess, dark curls stuck to his forehead, water dripping along the line of his jaw.
He looked exhausted and there was something almost endearing about it. For a second, he just stood there, watching you.ย
โThere you are,โ he said, his voice low, almost relievedโlike heโd been searching for you all day.
You shook your head fondly and turned back to the stove, smiling to yourself. โRough day?โ
โYou have no idea,โ he muttered, nudging the door shut behind him with his foot as he toed off his shoes. He shrugged out of his jacket and let it fall over the back of a chair, already loosening his tie further as he made his way toward you. โI spent the entire afternoon thinking about how unfair it is that I didnโt get to see you until now.โ
You felt him before he touched youโhis warmth, his presence filling the space behind you. Then his arms wrapped around your waist, snug and familiar, pulling you back against his chest.
โHey,โ he said softly, the word brushing against your ear.
โClarkโโ you laughed under your breath, trying to keep stirring despite the way heโd completely anchored you in place.
โNope,โ he cut in immediately, resting his chin against your shoulder, the faint scratch of stubble warm against your skin. โI missed you all day. I deserve this.โ He tightened his hold just to prove the point, swaying you slightly. โDo you have any idea how many times I thought about coming home to you cooking dinner like this?
โOh, did you?โ you teased, though your voice had softened too.
โMm-hmm,โ he hummed, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder. โEspecially this part. Where I get to steal hugs and pretend I help.โ
You huffed a small laugh and placed your free hand over his where it rested against your stomach, your fingers threading between his without thinking. Clark let out a deep, slow exhale and you felt his body relax against yours.
โThis smells amazing,โ he added after a moment, his voice dipping lower as he nudged his face closer, brushing his nose lightly along the curve of your neck. โYouโre really setting the bar high. If you keep this up, Iโm never leaving.โ
You smiled, leaning back into him just slightly, letting your weight rest against his chest. โPretty sure thatโs the plan.โ
His lips curved against your skin at that, the ghost of a smile pressed just beneath your ear as his arms stayed wrapped around you. Clark stayed right there, loosely draped around you, his weight relaxed but constant. Every so often, he shifted just enough to press another kiss to your shoulder, or your neck, or wherever he could reach without moving too far.ย
After a moment, you shifted, turning slightly in his arms. Clark hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting into a subtle grin as you reached a hand up and straightened his glasses. Giving his cheek a gentle pat, you turned again, dipping the spoon into the pan and scooping up a small taste before lifting it toward him.
โHere,โ you said. โTry this.โ
His eyes lit up immediately. โOh, I get privileges?โ
โDonโt push it,โ you warned, though there was no real bite behind it as you held the spoon just in front of his mouth.
He leaned in, lips parting slightly as he took the bite and a low, involuntary groan slipped out of him. His eyes fluttered shut for half a second as he actually processed the taste, his brows lifting just slightly in quiet disbelief.
โOhโwow,โ he breathed, voice softer now, roughened at the edges in a way that made heat immediately rush to your face.
โIs that a good โwowโ orโฆ?โ you started, but you could already feel yourself flushing, the warmth creeping up your neck to your cheeks.
โThatโsโโ he shook his head a little, letting out a quiet huff of a laugh, like he couldnโt quite believe it. โThatโsย really good.โ
โYouโre being dramatic,โ you muttered quickly, already turning back toward the stove to hide the way you were smiling, focusing a little too hard on stirring.
โIโm not,โ he insisted softly, but there was a smile in his voice now, one you didnโt have to see to know was there. โI mean it.โ
You shook your head again, though it was more to yourself this time, trying to regain some sense of focus as you adjusted the heat slightly. โYouโll eat anything I make.โ
You were just about to turn the heat down when Clark shifted behind you, his arms loosening slightlyโjust enough to make you think, for one brief, foolish second, that he was about to behave.
Then you felt his lips at your neck. It was subtle at first. A warm brush just below your ear that sent a small, immediate shiver down your spine which was followed by a slow, lingering kiss that made your grip on the spoon falter.
โClark,โ you warned, though there was already a smile tugging at your lips.
He hummed against your skin, clearly unrepentant. โWhat?โ Another kiss, this one lower, unhurried.
You tried to focus on the stove, but he was absolutely doing this on purpose nowโsoft kisses along your neck, one after another, a faint press of his smile there like he knew exactly what he was doing.
โIโm cooking,โ you managed, letting out a quiet laugh when he nosed gently at the sensitive spot beneath your jaw.
โYeah,โ he murmured, lips brushing your skin again, voice low and warm. โAnd Iโm distracting you. Multitasking.โ
You leaned forward just enough to glance back at him, lifting the spoon in a weak attempt at a threat. โIf I burn dinner, Iโm blaming you.โ
โI trust you,โ he grinned, entirely unapologetic. โYouโre good under pressure.โ
You shook your head, gently bumping your shoulder into his chest. โMenace.โ
His thumbs traced slow, absent circles across your stomach, drifting higher inch by inch beneath the hem of your top, his touch warm and unhurried. At the same time, his mouth continued to place open-mouthed kisses lazily along your skin, like he was simply passing the time.
โWatch those hands, farm boy,โ you mumbled, trying to sound stern.
His mouth continued its trail along your neck, his tongue and teeth leaving little marks that would fade by morning. Before you could protest again, Clark hands shiftedโone sliding to your waist, the other catching your wrist to still it.
โโโOkay,โ he said, voice light but intent, โnew plan.โ
Before you could question it, he turned you around smoothly, effortlessly, like it was muscle memory. Your back met the counter with a soft thud, and in one easy motion, he lifted you just enough to sit you up beside the stove, the spoon clinking faintly as it was set aside.
โThere,โ he said, satisfied, stepping in closer. โMuch better.โ
You blinked at him, a little startled, then laughed. Clark just grinned, hands bracing on either side of you as he leaned in again, his attention dropping back to your jaw, then back to your neck.
You placed a hand against his chest, giving a gentle push, though you were still smiling. โDinnerโs going to burn.โ
Clark glanced briefly toward the stove, then back at you, completely unconcerned. โYouโve got it under control.โย
He pressed one more quick kiss beneath your ear before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. He studied your face, eyes flicking back and forth between yours. He leaned forward, but instead of kissing your lips immediately like youโd expected, he shifted to the side.ย
He rested his forehead against yours, his breath ghosting across your cheek. His hands shifted, fingers grazing the curve of your back, your waist, until they slid up your arms to rest on either side of your neck, tilting your chin up. He kissed you gently, his movements unhurriedโalmost tender.
Clarkโs kisses were slow, thorough, and impossibly sweet. His lips moved against yours leisurely, his hands still holding your neck so gently, like he was cradling something fragile. He pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, then a little lower, before returning to your lips.ย
He pulled away just enough to meet your eyes, a mixture of adoration and desire clouding his own. But then his hands shifted, fingers sliding into your hair, and he tilted your head back ever so slightly. His mouth moved down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, his tongue following the trail his lips left behind.
He lingered at your pulse point, sucking and nipping delicately at the skin. Every touch was slow and calculatedโlike he was trying to memorise every gasp and shiver his mouth drew from you. His hands slid down your sides until they gripped the backs of your thighs. He pulled you forward, until your legs were wrapped around his waist.ย
Clarkโs mouth continued its slow, deliberate path back up your neck, his hands running over your thighs. You could feel him everywhere, his body hot and solid between your legs. His mouth moved downward, to the junction of your shoulder and neck. He seemed determined to savour every inch of skin, his mouth tracing the curve of your collarbone before lingering at the hollow of your neck.ย
He shifted his hips, grinding against you slowly, his need for more making itself known, though his pace remained unhurried. You moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders, your legs instinctively tightening around him.
One of Clarkโs hands came up to pull at the neckline of your top, giving him more access to your skin. He shifted again, his body pressing shamelessly against yours, his mouth moved lower, down to your collarbone. His lips traced the curve of it, and then his tongue laved at your skin, hot and wet.ย
โGod, sweetheart,โ his voice was raspier when he spoke, the vibrations sending goosebumps down your spine. โYou have no idea what you do to me.โ
His lips attached to your neck again and his hands dropped to your waist. His fingers toyed with the hem of your top for a moment before he finally slipped a hand underneath, palm flattening against your stomach.ย
โCan I take this off?โ he murmured against the hollow of your neck, his hands already starting to lift the material.
You gave a jerky nod and Clarkโs hands immediately tugged at the hem of the your top, pulling it up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him, his eyes already tracing the newly exposed skin of your chest.ย
He paused, just looking at you, something almost reverent in his gaze. His hands rested at your waist, fingers splaying across your rib cage. He leaned in, pressing lingering kisses between your breasts, right above your heart. He nosed at the valley between your breasts, his tongue flattening against the sensitive skin.ย
โHmm, sweetheart,โ he murmured, like it was a prayer.
You threw your head back against the cabinet as Clark wrapped his lips around your nipple. He circled the bud with his tongue, sucking at it with just enough pressure to make you gasp. One of his hands moved to your other breast, his thumb and forefinger finding your nipple and pinching it just right.
Your hands snaked up into his curls, tangling and tugging roughly. He groaned at the sensation, glancing up at you and meeting your gaze. He alternated between the two for a moment before switching sides, giving the other the same treatment.ย
His mouth left a blazing path down your stomach, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs as he dropped to his knees in front of you. He kissed the patch of skin just above the waistband of your shorts, resting his chin against your hip as he rubbed soft circles into your thighs.ย
โClark,โ you whispered, though it came out like a plea.ย
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, then pulled both them and your underwear down to your ankles where you kicked them off. His hands gripped your knees, urging them apart until you were fully exposed to him. His mouth moved to the inside of your thigh, biting and sucking at the delicate skin, leaving little marks in his wake.ย
He shifted, placing one of your legs over his shoulder, and leaned forward. Clarkโs tongue dragged through every inch of your folds like a man memorising scripture before finding your clit. He started with slow, soft circles, the tip of his tongue swirling against the sensitive bud. His mouth was insistent, his grip on your thigh holding you in place as he continued.ย
โJust like that,โ you whispered, closing your eyes as waves of pleasure began to build within you.
He was holding back, taking his time, but his breaths were already starting to hitch in his chest. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. Clark swirled his tongue around your clit before pushing it inside you.ย
His nose nudged your clit and you jerked your hips up at the sensation. The action caused Clarkโs glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose, the lenses fogged and frame hopelessly crooked.
One hand came up to blindly adjust them and the second they were straight again, he ducked back down with renewed fervour. His lips moved back up to your clit as his fingers traced your entrance.
Clark moaned against you as he slid a finger inside you with ease, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. His finger slid deeper, more firmly with every stroke, curling up like he was trying to reach as far as possible.
A second finger joined the first, stretching you just so as they curled and twisted and teased. He worked you like that for a moment, his mouth staying focused on your clit while his fingers moved in and out. His grip on your thigh was bruising now, his face buried between your legs.ย
โClark,โ you moaned, your hand clenching in his hair.ย
His name on your lips made him growl, his fingers speeding up their movements. His mouth switched from slow, teasing circles to a rougher, more direct pressure. He sucked your clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking against it as his fingers curled against that spot.ย
You could feel your release building, the muscles low in your stomach clenching in anticipation. Your hips rocked forward slightly, but Clark held you in place, his grip tight on your thigh. His mouth kept up its relentless pace, spurred on by the small moans and gasps from your lips.ย
Clark was a man on a mission, determined to take you apart one piece at a time. He was trembling with the need to please, to give you what you wanted. He could tell you were getting close as your walls clamped down on his fingers tightly, squeezing him.
Your legs were shaking, your heels digging into his back. He curled his fingers inside you one last time, putting pressure on your clit with the flat of his tongue, and sent you over the edge.ย
You moaned his name as you came, your thighs clamping around his head as your body convulsed. His hands moved to hold your hips in place, his mouth still working you through the aftershocks.ย
Clark gave one last kiss against your clit before pulling back. He stayed on his knees for a moment, catching his breath and, as he pressed his cheek against the inside of your leg, you could feel his panting breaths against your skin.ย
Eventually, he rose to his feet with a shaky inhale, body trembling with the aftershocks of what heโd just done. He looked wreckedโhair mussed, glasses crooked, lips red and swollen.ย
โYou okay?โ he asked, his voice a little hoarse.
You smiled softly, letting out a small, breathless chuckle. You raised a hand to his face, wiping your release from his chin with your thumb. Clark let out a huff of amusement, his eyes locked on yours as he leaned into your hand, his fingers tightening on your waist.ย
โMessy, huh?โ he asked, his tone teasing.ย
Clark moved his hand up to catch your wrist, his thumb stroking the delicate skin there. Humming, you bit back a smile and rested your forehead against his. His hand moved up from your wrist and cupped your jaw, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip.
Your fingers danced up his arm, slid across his chest and curled around his tie causing Clarkโs breath to catch in his throat. His thumb continued to trace over your lip before dipping past the seam of your mouth; the pad running across your tongue.ย
Clark couldnโt look away if he triedโcompletely ensnared by you. You gave his thumb a teasing suck before pulling back with a smile. You tugged on his tie, connecting your lips and being able to taste yourself on his tongue.ย
Your hands worked at the knot of his tie as Clark undone the buttons of his shirt. You lifted the fabric over his head and dropped it beside you before helping Clark push his shirt off his shoulders.ย
As the kiss continued, you trailed your hand down his abdomen and cupped the very prominent bulge in his slacks. Clarkโs hips bucked involuntarily, pushing against your hand. He broke the kiss, his head falling against your shoulder with a low curse as he tried to hold himself back.
His breathing came in uneven pants against your neck as your fingers unbuckled his belt with a soft clink before moving to undo the button of his slacks and peeling down the zipper. His trousers fell to the floor with a soft thud and your gaze settled on his crotch.
A gasp left your lips as you saw his cock pressing against the wet fabric of his boxers, straining and desperate to get out. Unable to help yourself, you reached out and traced the tip of your index finger over him.
Clark let out a choked-off moan, his hips twitching forward into your touch. Your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, gently tugging them down to free his cock from its confines.
You watched as his cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach, the tip flushed an angry red as precum dripped down the thick vein along the underside of his cock. You just couldn't seem to look away.
Your eyes followed the soft trail of hair leading down from his navel, and the darker patch at his base, thick and coarse. Your hand reached out and wrapped around him, feeling the way he throbbed from your touch.ย
He was heavy in your hand as your thumb circled around his slit. Your name spilled from his lips in a strangled moan, his hips twitching forward.ย
โDarlingโฆโ his voice sounded almost broken now. โPlease, I needโฆโ
He didn't even know what he needed, not anymore. The only thing he knew was you. He needed youโeverywhere, all around him. He desperately needed to drown in you until he forgot about everything that wasn't you.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and dragging his tip through your folds. You were soaked, your release ran down your thighs to his base and coating the hair there as he pushed forward, his tip working you open inch by inch.
Finally he gave one slow push, until his hips were flushed against yoursโyou could feel every ridge, every bump of his thick veins. Clark stayed like that for a moment, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself in check.ย
Then, very slowly, he started to pull back, his hands gripping your waist as he eased himself out of you. And just as slowly, he pushed back in, just as deeply as before. He repeated the motion, setting a slow, tortuous pace.ย
You reached your hands up to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. A ragged groan escaped his lips and his hips jerked involuntarily. The feeling of your nails dragging across his skin was enough to drive him wild.
Clark set a slightly faster pace now, still holding back but not as much as before. Your ankles locked at the base of his spine, heels digging into his back and pulling him in deeper. Clark glanced down and watched the way you stretched around him, his hips stuttering at the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you.
โYes, sโgood,โ he panted, sweat dripping down his temple.
His pace was picking up, becoming less controlled and more desperate. Clarkโs lips found their way to your pulse point; sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, gripping hard as he snapped his hips forward again and again; each thrust punching a gasp or a moan out of you.
The rhythmic sounds of skin against skin and heavy breathing filled the kitchen, accompanied by the occasional moan or whimper of pleasure. Each thrust from Clark brought a new wave of pleasure, leaving you wanting more.
You were unable to stop the gasps slipping from your lips as he filled you over and over and over again. You were close, so close and one more thrust was all you needed before your orgasm crashed over you.ย
A broken moan fell from your lips as Clark fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own. He kept his face buried in your neck as he moaned and groanedโhis cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again, prolonging your orgasm.
โYeaโoh fuck,โ he cursed, his breath hot against your skin.
Clarkโs thrusts soon became sloppy as he reached his impending orgasm. His cock slid out of you and as he thrust into the air, the first hot rope of thick, heavy cum hit your swollen folds. You gasped at the sudden heat of it and Clark groaned deep in his chest as he continued to paint your cunt.
He pressed a soft kiss to the pulse point beneath your jaw and pulled back as another warm pulse landed directly on your clit and dripped down to your entrance. With a shaky breath, Clark stroked himself once, twice, and then pressed the still leaking head of his cock against your folds.ย
He smeared his release around in slow, deliberate circlesโhis fat tip dragging through the mess he made. Just when you thought he was going to slide back in you, Clark pulled you off the counter and spun you around to face it.
โClark?โ you gasped, confused.ย
His chest was hard against your back; hips pressed flush up against your ass as he leaned over you, head dropping onto your shoulder.ย
โI know,ย Iย know, Iโm sorry, baby,โ he murmured into your neck. โI just canโt help myselfโฆโ
He took a breath, pulling back and taking a hold of your wrists before pinning them behind your back. With his free hand, Clark lined himself up with your entrance again and slammed into you in one brutal thrustโthe wet slap of skin echoing off the kitchen walls.
You were used to Clark being a gentleman but there was nothing gentle about the size of him. He had you face down, ass up, and back arched as his cock split you apart from behind.
Your skin was on fire beneath himโbody arching up to meet his every move with a desperation that wouldโve been embarrassing if he didnโt need it so damn badly. He was completely at your mercy, and he didnโt even care; driven wild at the feeling of you clenching around him.
โIโm sorry, sweetheart,โ his voice was a low, filthy whisper in your ear, โyou just feel too goodโฆโ
Heavy slaps of skin on skin filled the room, spurring Clark on. His thrusts were deep enough to make your legs give out and Clark had to hold you up with his hands. Your cheek pressed against the counter, the cold marble a welcome contrast to the heat of your body.ย
Clark shifted his grip, releasing your wrists and wrapping an arm around your neckโpulling you up and pressing you flush against his chest. You choked as his bicep tightened in reflex and the sound made his hips stutter.
โIโm sorry, I'm sorry,โ he repeated, his cheek resting against yours.
Clark couldnโt help it, he couldn't get enough of you. His hips snapped forward in brutal thrusts nowโno rhythm, no control left at all as pleasure wracked through every muscle. His free hand ran down your body, over your hip; your waist; your thighs; your stomachโtracing rough patterns like an artist marking his canvas.
He was desperate to touch you everywhereโto mark every last goddamn inch of you until he was as much a part of you as you were him. The combination of his arm around your throat and his hips snapping into you caused your vision to white out for a second.
โYou okay, baby?โ he asked breathlessly, his thrusts not relenting. โIโm sorryโฆโ
Sweat slicked your skin where you were pressed together, his chest hot and solid against your back. His lips grazed over the side of your neck, leaving hot, wet open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive skin.
Your voice cracked as you moaned his name, the pressure in your stomach building fast. Clarkโs hand that was on your hip slid round and circled your clit causing you to clench tightly around him.ย
His hips stuttered for a few seconds before finding that brutal rhythm againโchasing his own release with rough, uneven thrusts that had the counter creaking beneath your combined weight.ย
The coil in your stomach tightened and finally snapped as your climax hit you tenfold; white-hot and blinding. Clark fucked you through it, muttering apologies agaisnt the skin of your neck.
โIโm sorโoh,ย fuck!โ he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut briefly.
Then, with one final thrust, Clarkโs hips stuttered as his own orgasm hit. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, pulsing hot, thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. He rocked his hips lazily, making sure you milked every last drop of him.ย
Slowly, he lifted his head from your back, his arm releasing its grip on your throat. He pulled out of you carefully, holding your waist as your legs wobbled and threatened to give way. You let out a small whimper as his release dripped down your thighs, your cunt missing his cock already. Clark frowned softly, turning you around and lifting you back up onto the counter. With a weak, breathless moan, you tilted your head back against the cabinet.ย
Clarkโs thumb traced idle patterns on your waist, seemingly unaware of the action. His other hand slid up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his expression softening. Clark watched you for a moment longer, his expression almost searching.
โYou okay?โ he murmured.
โYeah,โ you hummed, resting your hand over his.
โIโm sorry,โ he panted, running his fingers through the mess between your thighs.ย
You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head and slapping him lightly on the chest. He leaned down and pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, breathing in before pulling back. He moved his hands back to your waist, dropping his forehead against yours.
The two of you were in your own little world, everything around you fading away until you were brought back to reality by a loud, repetitive beep. The fire alarm blared to life, loud and jarring, slicing straight through the moment.
Clarkโs eyes widened as he glanced toward the stove, then back at you. โOhโuh. Thatโs probably not good.โ
You rolled your eyes teasingly, not having the energy to do anything else. โThis is your fault.โ
โWhaโ? Hey,โ he said defensively, grabbing a dish towel too and wildly waving it at the ceiling, โOkayโฆ hear me outโฆ we order in.โ
โIโโ you went to protest but eventually gave in. โyeah, okayโฆโ
pairing David!Clark x girlfriend!reader
summary Clark's from out of this world. Not in the abstract, romantic, larger-than-life way the rest of the world said about Superman. No, your boyfriend was factually an alien. Kryptonian. What you do not know, and unfortunately cannot stop thinking about, is how far that whole thing went.
tags 18+, mdni, smutty ramblings (hot-n-heavy make out, thinking about alien dick, handjob, Clark cums on you, brief cum tasting), unedited, little dialogue, wrote in two passes just to put something out there
wc 2k
Main Masterlist | Mrs. Kent Diaries
You knew everything about Clark before the dates, the kisses, the escalating intimacy.
The truth about who he was, where he came from, what he could do, what he believed he owed the world. And, said in that soft earnestness that always made your chest ache, what you meant to him.
Clark told you everything that mattered. Showed you, too. Well... almost everything.
Sure, Clark looked like an average human man. More than average, honestly. Smiled like one, laughed like one, talked like one, walked like one, blushed like one, held you like one. Still, your mind kept snagging on the same question:
Did what he fuck with looked human, too?
That was the mystery, and historically, your imagination always gone rabid the second it slipped off its leash.
What if his cock had bumps and deep grooves like a pine cone in late summer? Had tiered barbed hooks from base to tip? What if it curved as dramatically as a Harpy Eagle talon? Extended like a telescopic stick? Glowed the more he got aroused? Vibrated?...Pincers? You wouldn't have been mad about the vibrating, but what if this, and what if that, and-and-and-
It was one crude scenario after another, each worse than the last.
To be clear, different would not have been a bad thing. Far from a red flag.
If anything, curiosity was the root of the problem. Not fear. You loved Clark. You wanted Clark. If there was something a little ...unfamiliar...in the mix, that hardly felt like a reason to run.
Still, in theory, you could ask.
Hold Clark's hands, stare up into those striking baby blues, and bluntly put it out there: "Baby, what does your dick look like? Standard issue? Extraterrestrial surprise? You know I like to be prepared for surprises..."
Hm. Clark would probably blink at you with that open, guileless expression first. Then maybe laugh under his breath. Then maybe, because he was your Clark, answer with total sincerity. Reassure you. Drop trow?
That... somehow felt worse. More mortifying. Youโd rather have lightning strike you on the spot than tempt that conversation.
So instead, you did what any normal, well-adjusted girlfriend would do when plagued by intrusive curiosity about her boyfriendโs possible alien anatomy: you spiraled quietly about it on your own.
Which was how you ended up mentally inventorying things. The cut of his suits. The weight of his body when he hugged you, leaned over you, sat next to you. The shape of him in motion. Over and over again.
And yes, fine, even saving a few blurry Superman bulge photos from social-media user @/supes-packing-meat, who had far too much free time and far too little shame! Tsk, tsk!
In all seriousness, things only got worse once your curiosity gained poor company. Half nonsense, half thirst, all conjecture. No answers. No clarity. Just enough to leave your skin hot, your vibrator undercharged, and your imagination even less manageable than before.
And that part really did make you feel bad. This was Clark, who trusted you with the biggest truths of his life. Clark, who kissed you breathless, like the world had dropped away beneath both your feet. Clark, who looked at you with that soft, tender devotion you had never seen before. It felt juvenile to lose your mind over this unknown when he had already given you so much of himself.
But curiosity, unfortunately, would never let you go once it sank its claws in.
So. Fine. Enough.
You had to put an end to it. Quietly. Organically. For the good of your dignity, your sanity, and maybe the general stability of your nervous system.
Which was, perhaps, how you got yourself into this particular position...
You were pinned beneath Clark on his leather couch, the cushions dipping deeper every time either of you shifted. The leather had gone warm beneath your back from the heat of your body and his.
Clarkโs mouth moved from yours to your jaw, then lower, following the line of your throat with this unfamiliar hunger that made your pulse skip. His glasses were gone, his curls a little mussed already, and when he shifted between your legs to tug your shirt up and your bra down, the brush of his knuckles over your ribs made you twitch.
His attention went straight to your breasts. A hot, wet seal around your pert nipple, the gentle suck next, the teasing flick of his tongue last. You gasped and squirmed, arching into him, one hand catching in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
"Yeah?" he hummed against the swell of your breast, the vibrations shooting straight to your cunt. "Liked that?"
You only managed a meek, shaky "Y-yeah,", your grip tightening in his hair. Clark gave your nipple one more slow, gentle swirl that sent another shiver straight through you. God, he was good at this.
Your legs were tangled, one thrown half over the couch cushion, the other caught between his, and his obvious arousal pressed heavily against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You shifted under him, pressing your hips up into his. He groaned, and his own hips rocked back, grinding against you. The friction was delicious, but you needed more.
More of him. More to love. More to feel. To knowโ
The opportunity to put these silly thoughts to bed was Right. There. Touch him. Feel him. Do it! Your mind screamed.
As one hand stayed tangled in his hair, the other took the metaphorical and literal plunge, grasping the waistband of sweatpants. Startled, Clark lifted his head from the valley of your breasts, cheeks flushed, and lips parted and damp, his breath still warm on your skin. There was a faint crease between his brows.
"Hon, what are youโ?" he began, breathless and puzzled, but his words stalled the second you tugged the fabric again, rougher this time.
Clark sucked in a sharp breath the same moment his cock finally sprang free. Just like that, it was real and solid and alive within your grasp. Your mind, which had been so loud for days, so full of impossible scenarios and increasingly absurd speculation, went suddenly, wonderfully blank. A blank canvas.
You kept your eyes on his face at first. On the stunned pleasure in those wide blue eyes as your hand wandered, on the way his kiss-swollen mouth fell open a little as if he had not expected this from you and did not quite know what to do with the fact that he liked it.
"Oh," he said softly. "Oh, youโreโyou sure you want toโ"
Before Mr. Sweet and Earnest could finish what was bound to be something sweet and earnest and derail your nerves, you tugged him into a mind-numbing, sloppy kiss.
He made a muffled 'hmm?' against your mouthโsurprised, then quickly, helplessly into it. One of his hands came up to cradle the side of your head, thumb pressing just behind your earlobe as he deepened the kiss.
It was enough to keep him quiet. Enough to start your blind investigation.
First impression: your breath caught when your hand, so bold two seconds ago, felt so embarrassingly small and failed to completely wrap around the unmistakably thick, heavy, stiff column.
Clark felt your hesitation, or your wonder, because when you pulled back just enough for air, he glanced down at you with both compassion and concern.
"You okay?" he rasped, searching your eyes. "You canโ gosh, you can do whatever you wantโ" He swallowed hard. "At your own pace. Just tell me what to do."
The sweetness of that assurance nearly undid you.
โIโm fine,โ you supplied your answer with a nod, though it all came out a little winded. "Just... curious."
That pulled a brief warm laugh out of him.
"Curious, huh," he repeated, cheeks dimpling. His eyes fluttered for a second when your hand shifted again. His forehead dropped to yours, and you tipped your head once more to kiss him.
Regaining composure, you explored slowly, stroking towards the tip at a pace that let your touch do what your imagination failed to. Mapping, learning, replacing nonsense with certainty. Clark's breathing changed between kisses, turning deeper, rougher, warm bursts of it feathering over your lips every time your hand moved.
No obvious ridges, nothing pine-cone-like, nothing telescopic...just warm, velvety skin.
Sliding...still sliding...still..Fuuuck!
You whimpered when you realized your sweet Clark's both massive and long. There was a slight upward arch, a curve to the right your hand naturally followed. Thank goodness nothing dramatic like a bird's hooked nails, but God help your soul and your hole.
Reaching the head was a surprise. No pincers... unfortunately, nothing vibrating. It felt proportional, a smooth, broad, rounded dome. Your undeniably slick cunt clenched when Clark involuntarily jerked into your fist while your thumb smeared what you assumed was pre-cum experimentally along the slit and over the rest of the crown.
"G-gosh," he gritted out, breaking mid-kiss with a shuddering breath against your mouth. He pressed his face against your cheek, the side of your neck, then into your shoulder as if he needed somewhere to put all these unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed, feelings.
Confident and fearless, you kept going despite the ache in your wrist. Tip to base, base to tip. Again and again. Faster and braver with each stroke, you found a rhythm. Lost in your curiosity's mesmerizing hold, you failed to realise Clark was losing himself, too.
He perspired at his temple, dampening his raven curls. Brows drew together in concentration. Nostrils flared. Lips parted to give way to labored pants against your collarbone. Back muscles corded tight. Tighs trembled above yours. The palm cradling the side of your head flexed for just a second before settling again. The hand at your hip gripped firm enough to anchor, as if there was a possibility of floating away.
Clark was so completely lost in the sensation you were giving him that he seemed to lose language piece by piece until all that remained was breath and instinct and praise half-formed somewhere in it.
"Honโ"
A groan.
"Gosh, that feels good."
A moan, louder this time.
"Just like thatโb-beautifulโyou're amazโ"
His voice gave out just as your slick hand grasped his balls on this next stroke. Soft, heavy, proportional, nothing...alarming. Before he could recover, Clark made a sound that was almost a whine, and immediately retreated into the crook of your neck.
Grinning, you kept worshipping him with your touch, lingering on every inch, every vein, every pulse of that magnificent cock. The wet squelches of your hand pistoning over his shaft grew louder as your pace turned frantic.
When you squeeze him a tad harder, a rushed, "H-hon, hold on! Iโmโฆ Iโm closeโฆgonna..." tumbled out of Clark's lips.
Merciless, you only spurned him on, "Cum f'me baby, been curious 'bout that, too," and didnโt let up. You wanted to see this till the end. You wanted to know.
His hips bucked, a wild, uncontrolled thrust. His cock twitched in your hand, a sharp, violent pulse. He stifled his groans by quickly claiming you in an open-mouthed kiss once more, a helpless surrender, just as it happened.
Hot and sudden, you felt thick ropes of cum shoot out, painting stripes across your exposed stomach. Some landing on your breasts, shockingly abundant. Each jet of heat painted your exposed skin, each accompanied by a choked moan, whimper, and groan.
The last of Clark's release seeped from his slit, dripping over the fingers still wrapped around his shaft and just below your navel. Your hand loosened its grip and reluctantly slid away.
Eventually, Clark collapsed against your side, heavy and warm like a pillow you'd hugged all night. His breathing was ragged.
"Holyโฆ" he mumbled at last, trailing off.
"Shit," you finished, laughed softly. "Was it bad?"
Clark made a weak, scandalized sound, then lifted his face just enough to look at you with flushed cheeks and dazed blue eyes.
"That's hilarious, sweetheart," he gave you a pointed look, as if the answer should have been obvious. "You know it was incredible," before settling back down with a dopey sigh.
"I'll...gimme a sec," Clark muttered, eyes fluttering shut. "I'll get you cleaned up, sweetheart. Just...one sec."
You smiled, pressing a freather-light kiss along his damp forehead, and left it at that. Well, that should have been the end of it. Question answered. Curiosity settled.
Finally, you looked down. Your stomach, breasts, and hand were completely coated in streaks of Clark's sticky clear-white cum, quickly cooling on your skin. Tentatively, you brought your hand up to your face. Wiggling your fingers, strands of cum glistened like liquid satin between your digits.
Oh. There it was againโthat dangerous spark in your mind, that same restless itch that had started this whole mess in the first place. Like a Hydra, one slain question only gave way to the formation of the next.
Pulse picking up all over again as a new curiosity took root, quieter than the last but no less insistent:
What did Clark's cum taste like?
Your heart hammered as you brought your fingers closer to your lips, hesitating for just a moment before your lips parted. Your tongue darted out, brushing against the tip of your cum soaked finger.
Salty...a little sweet... underlying metallic, but not unpleasant. You wouldn't mind swallowing it whole next time.
You took another cautious lick, intrigued by the complexity of it, right when Clark shifted. Glancing down, his cock settled into view, still a massive, hard weight against your groin. It looked impressively full, despite his climax. You swallowed hard at the fleeting thought ofโ
Fuck.
Maybe Clark was not nearly as finished as he ought to have been. He hadn't said much, and at this rate, the evidence of his persistent arousal was impossible to ignore.
Good God. Staring blankly at the ceiling, you had the sudden, dizzying epiphany that youโd been asking the wrong question all along. Bigger questions began to take shape, thrilling and faintly horrifying in its implications.
This was Clark after one orgasm. What about two? Three? ...Four? How did Kryptonian stamina differ? Would you be able to take it? His cock felt human, but did he fuck like one too? There was only one way to find out.
And just like that, the cycle of curiosity began again.
Refused to let you go.
"Hey, Clark? Babe? Instead of cleaning up, did you wanna try something? I'm curious."
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explicit (18+) tease!clark when heโs being a cheeky asshole
thinking about tease!clark that dangles his cock in your mouth like youโre a bunny and heโs holding the carrot, heโll wiggle it right in your face and slap your cheek with it. not letting you even put your lips to it. youโre whining underneath him, begging for him to just let you give it a kiss, but he just strokes it right in front of you just inches away from making contact with your skin. when he spills his pre and his fat load he makes you say ahh so you catch it and swallow it all.
tease!clark sending you bulge pics, ridiculously brick hard and tip poking out of his waistband while the rest is a silhouette of his veiny boner with a little message along with it like heโs waiting for you to come home.
tease!clark who does one slow lick of your pussy at a time, only about a lick a minute. driving you off the wall from being so fed up and wet and your needs ignored while he goes slow until he rams his tongue in when he feels youโve had enough, fucking you with his tongue slithering in and out and in and out. his tongue is so long and slippery it can reach your g-spot when he spears it in quick and deep enough at a certain angle, spitting on your pussy and calling you his perfect patient girl.
tease!clark who slaps the shit out of your pussy on days when you get impatient, spanking you until your poor little pussy is pink with the faintest hand print from his smacks. your clit is bulging, youโre whining like heโs the worst person in the world. he alters between dipping his fingers in, curling them harshly, then ripping them out to spank your pussy again. calls you his dirty girl, his bad girl.
tease!clark will snap your panties waistband as he walk by, leaving everyone else completely oblivious to how he gropes and touches you in public when he feels like driving you mad. will even intentionally drag his bulge across your ass, sliding with his hips in a way that was far from accidental with an innocent sโcuse me miss, sorry acting like you were just in his way and not what he was exactly targeting.
tease!clark leaving horny voice messages while youโre at work, ones where the sound of his palm slicking down his cock so loud and juicy and obscene making it impossible to concentrate on anything but what he was doing while you were buried in paperwork. heโll take videos humping his tip towards the camera, peaking his cock out of the front hole of his boxers, slapping it up against the counter with his muscles flexing.
explicit (18+) oral while asleep, roommates au, dirty movie makes innocent virgin clark wanna go boingboingboing
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She knew Clark was a farm boy. Grew up naive, isolated. His parents clearly sheltered him from a lot of the world.
It was no surprise he didnโt experience things a majority of others his age had already experienced, mundane things like drinking, smoking, getting lied to or cheated on and their hearts broken. Clark could barely comprehend anything outside of his little world, and his roommate was reminded of it when they decided on a more explicit type of movie night.
โI havenโt seen this one before,โ Clark notes. Idly sticks his hand in their shared popcorn bowl to grab a handful and stuffing his mouth. As he munches he looks over for her response while she kept her eyes glued on the screen. โYou said itโs your favorite?โ
โOh hell yeah this oneโs my favorite. Might have to cover your eyes and ears if it gets to be too much for you though,โ she teased, earning a little shove on her shoulder from him after he scoffs and starts blushing.
โI can handle it,โ he argues. โI only had a few nightmares after that one time.โ
โYeah well, you still couldnโt sleep without having the TV on for like ever. But Clark, this isnโt that type of movie,โ she emphasizes.
Clark pinched his eyebrows in, mouth full and words muffled from the popcorn he still had yet to chew while he asked, โokay, what type is it then?โ
โJust shut up and watch then maybe youโll see, dork.โ
She laughs at him while the opening title credits roll, and a NC-17 warning label pops up in the corner. It peaks Clarkโs interest to wonder what was gonna be so salacious that the movie needed such a higher rating.
The plot seemed so mundane in the beginning, a lonely woman going to her nine to five every day and coming home to an empty bed. During one scene in particular she has a frustrated expression daunting her face as her arm moves under the blanket while sheโs laying in bed. Clark curiously watches on as she sighs and tosses and turns before calling up some number from aโฆ sex line?
โWhatโs she doing?โ he whispers, never taking his eyes off screen. Something about the intense way things start to unfold makes him almost start to sweat, even if his roommate hogged most the warm blankets on the opposite side of the couch.
โShhh. Just watch. Youโll see what sheโs doing.โ
โI donโtโฆ is sheโฆโ
Clark didnโt even know where to begin, so utterly confused by the muscular man coming over to the protagonistโs apartment and tilting her head back to give her a passionate kiss.
โHeโs a sex worker,โ Clarkโs roommate clarifies. โSheโs horny but she doesnโt have anybody to sleep with, so she found a prostitute thatโll fuck her for some cash. Get the picture?โ she teased.
Clark only has more intruding thoughts and questions now, but he canโt find the energy to word them. He could pause the film to ask, but he doesnโt want to miss even a second.
โYeah Iโฆ I think so.โ
He keeps watching, popcorn heโd been terrorizing now long forgotten and half finished on the coffee table. Unknowingly he starts to lean in and widen his eyes, hardly blinking as to not miss a second when the pair on screen start to take things even further.
The sex worker sat her down and peeled her panties off each long leg, kissing her knee as she whimpers and leaves nothing left for the audience to question when she spreads her legs out, her unshaven pussy now right in the center of the frame.
Clarkโs heart rate sky rockets, swallowing the saliva building up on his tongue when his sweatpants start to feel suspiciously a little tight. Huh.
The man on screen shoves his head right between her thighs and nuzzles in, the incoming wet kissing sounds so filthy yet so captivating.
โThis is one of the best parts,โ his roommate mumbles with a grin. โDoing okay over there Clark? If you donโt like it we can still change itโโ
โNo. No donโt change it,โ he rushed out. Clark canโt help himself now. He canโt look away. What is this guy doing to her?
With as much repressed shame as he can pretend he doesnโt have, he snatches up a corner of the blanket and hides his lumpy crotch so he maintains some level of decency as he gets thrown in a trance heโs never been exposed to before.
The woman on film throws her head back while his tongue licks her up and down, still seated on one of her dining table chairs while heโs down on the floor pleasuring her in all the ways sheโs been longing for.
Clarkโs maybe touched himself a handful of times in the past few months on the rare occasion where his erections wouldnโt stop bulging in his pants. It was more humiliating as a teenager when he couldnโt contain them as they happened at random. Now it didnโt feel like his body was even giving him the chance to appear normal. He huffs and shoves his dick so itโs lying up against his waistband to not pull any unwanted attention towards it.
Clarkโs roommate side eyes him from her spot on the other side of the couch, noticing how flustered and enthralled heโs become. She wonders if he even knows what eating a girl out is, or if he was the type that snuck Playboys under his bed and put on that innocent face to the world as an act. She sees how heโd been hiding under the blanket and even one of their throw pillows now conveniently sat at his lap, and she couldnโt hide her smirk even if she tried.
The film plays on with more depraved sex acts between the woman and the prostitute, gradually becoming more and more sensual as the scenes play on and their relationship develops. Clark is as awestruck as ever with every minute passing by, face stuck in a more concentrated, serious expression as he ate up every nasty act the film displayed. The sex worker fucks the woman while heโs fully clothed and sheโs completely naked, spanking and grabbing her ass in his fist. He bends her nearly in half and pretzels her in positions and ways Clark couldnโt even imagine a womanโs body could contort. The film doesnโt shy away from the gratuity, showing the cumshot, the shared spit in every kiss, the tender aftercare he gives her whenever theyโre done. Clarkโs mouth couldโve caught flies for how his brain goes to sludge every time the man goes down on the woman.
By the end of the film the woman and the sex worker she hired fall in love, shocker, and she doesnโt have the same lonesome nights as she did before. They had more scenes together naked than clothed, and Clark is spellbound by the time the end credits begin to roll.
โSo whatโs the review? Are you amazed, traumatized? Never letting me pick for movie night again?โ
Clark knows sheโs just teasing but canโt even find the words from his scrambled thoughts to play along with their usual banter. His dick hurts too much and he wants to watch the film from start to finish all over again, this time alone with his hand shoved down his pants.
They both say goodnight and she turns the living room lamp and TV off, grabbing their popcorn to dispose of the rest while Clark keeps a blanket wrapped around himself, mumbling a bashful thank you as he hurries off to his room.
She shakes her head to herself with an amused smile, guessing sheโs just altered Clarkโs entire brain chemistry with one simple dirty flick.
That night he locks his door for a change and bites down on the neckline of his sweatshirt while he vigorously fists himself, white knuckled and leaking puddles from his dick. He never knew it could hurt to feel this good, never been aware that this desperation lived inside him. Heโd been repressed and confused far too long by his desire, but after finally seeing it, even if it was just actors on a set working off a script in costumes and makeup, it still has him reeling.
His cum shot out high up, landing just about everywhere in broad white stripes. He felt it in his belly, his toes, his balls, he felt it everywhere. Why doesnโt he make himself cum like this more often? Why didnโt he spread open his roommateโs legs and please her the same way the man did in the film?
Clark felt so touch starved, years of his needs going ignored and unchecked leaving his body to build it all up like a soda can getting shook up until it overflowed. He humps his pillow and pretends itโs up against his roommateโs leg, muffles his whimpering into the pillowโs fluff while he cums against it for his third orgasm of the night. After he gets so wiped out from draining his dick for all itโs worth he falls asleep for about an hour until heโs pulled out of his slumber with his dick pressed up against his thigh. Already hard and waiting for him to do something about it again.
Clark canโt take it anymore, suppressing and hiding had stopped being worth it as soon as he was exposed to what making love really looked like.
With trepidation in his gut, he springs out of bed and marches off to her room and creeks open the door as gently as he could. Sheโs on her back with her head pointing to the side, sleeping peacefully in that same cute little pair of short shorts he found unreasonably irresistible.
With quiet steps heโs coming over to the end of the bed near her feet, watching for her any reaction or move when he leans down. She mustโve been so warm that sheโd already thrown the blankets off her bottom half, rumpled up in a ball on the empty side of her bed. She has her legs spread the same way the actress did in one scene, and Clarkโs mouth is already watering.
With a sigh of helplessness he ducks his head down and experimentally grasps onto her leg to feel the soft warmth of her skin, tracing aimless circles before he lets his instincts really take over.
When she makes no sign of waking up or moving, he plants a closed mouth kiss on her thigh and his cock jumps like it didnโt cum three fucking times tonight already. He sighs like the sensations and signals his body is giving him is irritating, but she was the antidote. She would help him, help make him less helpless, less confused.
In one bold move he leans in closer to kiss and mouth at her crotch through her little short shorts, applying pressure on her front with his mouth and his nose. Heaves like he still isnโt getting nearly enough, and finding the courage to slowly pull at her shorts until theyโre bunched up with her panties at her knees.
โOh Godโฆ. Jesus this isโฆ. this isnโt right, this isnโt right,โ he gulps, shaking his head all to himself. Resumes his mission anyway, especially since heโs already gotten this far. His shame wonโt lock him away this time, he wonโt let it.
Looking at her pussy is just divine. Sheโs shaved the sides but kept a bushy line going vertically up her mound, and itโs enough to make Clark beg and plead on his knees.
โCanโt stop thinking about this, canโtโฆ canโt stopโฆโ
His jaw clenches when he puts his open palms on her inner thighs, pulling slightly as if to spread her out bare towards him some more. She grumbles in her sleep, legs almost moving but getting stopped from his grasp. He shushes her with a kiss to her upper thigh and rubs, says to her under his breath that you can wake up, I just want to tryโฆ I have to see, have to taste.
Clarkโs tongue is out of his mouth now, licking his lips like a hungry dog waiting for his dinner. He leans in to give her front a shy kiss, still warming her up. His lips trail in a long line around her mound in circles, kissing her skin and her pubic hairs like how the sex worker had in the movie.
Her hips jump in what Clark perceived as a shock, a whiny little sound rasping from her throat when he kisses the bud right above her opening. Clark didnโt know what magic spot heโd just found yet, but he decides to duck his nose in and press against it even more.
She wails some more and moves from side to side, humming when Clarkโs tongue decides itโs time to join the mix. He licks up and down her slit and finally gets to taste her skin and weep. Itโs impossible not to make any noise now when he feels her little muscles clench from the inside, something he wasnโt even aware the body could do. Nothingโs felt like this before, tasted as right and as delectable as she does right now.
Why the hell hasnโt he spread her legs out and licked her up after work every night? It wasnโt fair.
Clarkโs tongue finds patterns to wiggle and zig zag around while she drips and clenches around him, and he wonders if heโs infiltrated her dream with his tongue.
He wraps his lips around the bud that seems to drive her the most crazy and suckles down hard, letting it go almost with his teeth to then circle around the hood of it and feeling her insides start to shudder.
Clark keeps happily licking when he hears a long gasp and doesnโt pay any mind to how her head has snapped up off of her pillow. His tongue never stops swirling, hands never seize squeezing and rubbing. She blinks a couple times to make sure what sheโs seeing and feeling is really real.
She gasps again and stutters out a hallow call of his name, mouth barely able to form words from how good his tongue had been licking.
โClโฆ Clarkโฆ.are youโ are you eating me out?โ
His mouth canโt afford to leave her body so he hums an innocent mmmhm while heโs still continuously licking.
โOh shit, shit donโt stop, donโt stop keep going. Right there, exactly,โ she heaves, guiding him with a pull of the nest of his hair and a buck of her hips.
Clarkโs face feels hot to the touch, skin boiling under his sweatshirt. He suckles down rough on her button and she reacts with a startled yelp when he rips his mouth off her to yank his sweatshirt off over his head, throwing it blindly to her bedroom floor. As soon as his mouth left it comes right back in, slicking up drool on his tongue to slather in her slit, making her pussy even more slippery. The noises between her legs with his mouth swirling around her opening felt far more hungry and raw than the same act done on film. Clark feels itโs far better to be up close, to be in deep just like this than to watch from some silly television screen.
His dick aches so much heโs forced to grind against her mattress as he breathes and hums into her pussy, experimentally shoving his tongue and curling it all sorts of ways until she yells loud enough to shake the walls.
โYou, ahh, shit you really liked that movie, didnโt you?โ
โBut I like doing it for real more,โ Clark whines. โMโsorry I couldnโt wait, taste so sweetโฆ never wanna take my mouth off.โ
โDonโt stop, sweetie, you never have to stop,โ she breathes. Scrunches his hair up lovingly in her grasp.
He closes his eyes at the touch, humping more into the bed while heโs slurping on her juices before they could dribble down her slit. Some spills in the midst and gets on his face, his chin. Clark knows itโs the most erotic thing to have ever happened to him, to feel the gushing and the tightening of her walls. Heโs in his own perfect world, dozing off with precum dripping up a pool in his pants while his mouth never stops its service.
โI didnโt know itโd taste this sweet, youโre so soft and wetโฆ donโt make me stop, donโt, I couldnโt handle it if you do.โ
She starts thrusting herself off the bed up against him, shutting his squeamish tantrum up with a bump of her clit up against his nose and her opening drooling even more onto his face. Clark thinks itโd be a pity to ever miss out on something so perfect like this.
โIโm gonna cum if you keep licking my clit like that, fuck, suck it, suck on it just like thatโฆโ
He whimpers and obeys, sucking and pulling on the hood with his lips, using everything he had to make her feel wanted, to feel good.
With a few more pressing licks of his tongue going in repeated circles to then drag up and down sloppy to gather what she dripped, she bucks up to his mouth as high as her hips let her and cums with his name jumbled with nonsense noise coming from her throat. Clark doesnโt need to be directed or told what to do. He laps it up and doesnโt stop.
She groans so long and loud that Clark has to start to hump the bed eagerly to feed what his body wants, what itโs been screaming for. She breathes heavily and clenches around his tongue at least ten more times, every pulse he has no means of letting go to waste, so he continuously drinks. Hums against her pussy, getting louder and needier the faster he bumps his cock into his wet boxers, stifling nothing as he drills the bed.
โShhh, cum for me, cum, take your cock out and let me see.โ
Clark whines and knows heโs never moved this fast in his life to obey, back on his shaky limbs to shove his spotted boxers down that had pre cum dripping on them anyway. His dick bulges and slaps up to his belly for attention, drooling at the tip so pretty against his chubby pink crown. She never could even possibly think to imagine Clark using and abusing his dick like this, gripping it so hard it looked close to turning a purple or a blue while he hurries to fuck his fist above her. Whimpers like he doesnโt know what to do cause heโs getting so close.
โCum all over me, go, go, go. Stop holding all of it.โ
Clarkโs stomach flips from her barking the order, sheepishly stroking one last time before his cock began spilling all over. His balls flex and his stomach clenches, whole body shivering when he empties his load and keeps stroking more fat cumshots that smear all over her body, despite only aiming for her spit-covered pussy.
โOhhhh, oh God, jeez this feels good,โ he rasps out. Nostrils flaring and head thrown back again and again while his cum just keeps flowing.
She spreads her legs out and makes herself open to it all, giggling and sticking her tongue out to hopefully catch a shot or two before leaning up to lick the dribbling tip so itโs nice and clean.
โMmm, god damn. Youโve held in a lot, havenโt you? You always cum this much?โ
Clark shudders at the touch of her tongue, trying his best to be polite and not shove his dick down her throat like how his newfound animalistic sex drive wanted him to.
โUh, yeah, itโs a lot โcause I donโt jerk off like this rโregularly,โ he says, meek while she cleans some of the pools of cum off herself with her own mouth. โI came a lot after that movie. Wasโฆ was way too much for me.โ
โI can tell,โ she eyes him up, how heโs so out of breath and disheveled it was almost comical.
โDid I do that right? Was it like the movie?โ
She drags her palm down the veiny length of his virginal cock (now thatโs without a doubt), laughing at how itโs still bobbing around, thirsting for more attention.
โThereโs no comparison, Clark. You did better than the movie.โ
Clark Kent x impatient!f!reader โ not proofread!
cw: reader knows that Clark is superman, masturbation, unintentional voyeurism, smut, begging, reader is vocal (at the end)
โญ impatient!reader who is enjoying a peaceful day at home not worrying about too much and passing time thinking about her boyfriend
โญ impatient!reader who starts to check the daily planet internet page to read some of his work only to be met by Metropolisโ โ in her opinion of course โ most desirable man dressed in blue and red
โญ impatient!reader who gets lost in his smile and goes down a rabbit hole of looking at pretty pictures of the superhero
โญ impatient!reader who stumbles upon a suggestive picture of her boyfriend guiding her to an even more suggestive fan-fiction
โญ impatient!reader who feels a familiar warmth settle between her legs and an ache making her move her hips in hopes of finding friction
โญ impatient!reader who starts reading the fan-fiction and imagines her boyfriend bending her over and pounding into her in the way the drabble is describing
โญ impatient!reader who closes her eyes every now and then wondering how he might look beneath his clothes
โญ impatient!reader who thinks back to one of the pictures she saw with a very prominent bulge
โญ impatient!reader who remembers the small make-out session they had engaged in and fondly thinks of the feel of his broad shoulders, solid but soft chest and the round press of his trousers against her throbbing core
โญ impatient!reader who looks at her phone again and cannot help but let out a moan when she goes back to the explicit picture of the hero and move her fingers from her clit down to her entrance
โญ impatient!reader who presses one finger inside of her immediately moving her hips against it and seeking a bigger, longer, thicker fill
โญ impatient!reader who quickly moves her finger in and out of her, adding another to penetrate her cunt with more intention while her other hand is moving around her chest and grabbing one of her boobs touching the flesh in a way she wishes he would
โญ impatient!reader who starts moaning loudly at the pleasuring sensation and switches between pushing her fingers in and out of herself and rubbing her sensitive bud
โญ impatient!reader who spikes attention from a journalist who had decided to finish his article early and surprise his girlfriend waiting in her apartment on the other side of town when he wanted to check in on her with his super-hearing
โญ impatient!reader who makes Clark rush to the roof and impulsively rip out of his work clothes to fly across the city in record time when he hears what he believes to be moans of pain
โญ impatient!reader who makes him stop in front of the big window of your apartment once he sees you sprawled out across your coach, clearly enjoying yourself and not being in any danger
โญ impatient!reader who makes Superman feel embarrassed and ashamed as he realises what he is listening to, especially when he hears his name slip from your lips
โญ impatient!reader who opens her eyes and promptly pulls her hand out of her jeans when she sees the man she was getting off on โ loudly
โญ impatient!reader who cannot resist the view in front of her and storms towards her window, opens it and gestures to her boyfriend to come in
โญ impatient!reader who mumbles a quick sorry before pressing her lips on his
โญ impatient!reader who pushes superman down onto the couch before sitting down on top of him and starts begging him to fuck her
โญ impatient!reader who claws at his muscular frame while looking at him with big needy eyes
โญ impatient!reader who grinds her hips against his and pulls his hands against her breasts
โญ impatient!reader who starts to moan loudly once Clark rips open her shirt exposing her chest and making her nipples harden almost immediately before starting to massage them
โญ impatient!reader who gets lost in rubbing her wet cunt against his hardening cock
โญ impatient!reader who wants to feel him
โญ impatient!reader who wants to know how long he can fuck her for, how hard he can thrust into her, how fast he can be, how thick he is, how long he is, how much of what she had read is true about him
โญ impatient!reader who pushes herself away from Clark and pulls him with her into her bedroom
โญ impatient!reader who urges him to take of his suit while discarding the ripped shirt and jeans she was still wearing
โญ impatient!reader who swiftly walks towards him and makes him sit down on the bed, letting her pussy drop against his crotch that is now only covered by a pair of grey underwear
โญ impatient!reader who starts grinding against him again, letting the wet patch on her soaked panty mark the middle of his
โญ impatient!reader who pushes Clark down and grabs a condom before moving away from his body to pull down his pants completely
โญ impatient!reader who looks down at the clear silhouette of his big dick
โญ impatient!reader who does not waste time to admire the outline and quickly pulls down the peace of fabric covering his crotch while watching his cock spring up nearly hitting her face that was hovering above it
โญ impatient!reader who cheekily chuckles and promptly crawls over him, forcing her tongue into his mouth while eagerly making out with the man
โญ impatient!reader who slides the condom onto his long shaft and pushes her pants to the side before sliding down onto him
โญ impatient!reader who digs her nails into Clarkโs flesh at the stretch of his cock
โญ impatient!reader who moans loudly interrupting the kiss and clenches as she pushes her tight walls around his thick cock with a strained โfuckโ
โญ impatient!reader who looks into Clarkโs eyes with tears forming at the corner of them, moaning a โfuck me, pleaseโ
โญ impatient!reader who feels her back meeting the mattress not even a second later before noticing a sudden emptiness inside of her
โญ impatient!reader who does not have time to realise what happened, as Clark quickly pushes his full length back into her
โญ impatient!reader who cannot shut up and thanks Clark for how he is making her feel: โoh my gโd, thank you, thank you, thank yoโ ah, fuck Clark, โve never felt this good, youโre so fucking perfect. So big, so loโ ah yes fuck me harder, deeper pleasโ ahโ
โญ impatient!reader who constantly interrupts herself with long and loud moans but stays vocal throughout
โญ impatient!reader who hears the sweet voice of her loving boyfriend whisper breathtaking words into her ears โfuck baby, yโve no idea how much โve wanted thisโ yโ like how I fuck you, like my cock? Like how it fills ya up?โ
โญ impatient!reader who feels the knot inside of her finally release and comes around Clarkโs dick at the sound of his words
I can't help but wonder how bigdick!Clark would act like in bed.
I believe he would either be overly careful and protective of your most sensitive parts. Kitten licking your clit, sucking on your lips and fucking your hole with his tongue until it is wet and soft enough to easily slide in two fingers at once. He would probably continue to devour your clit while slowly fucking into your cunt and start to curve his fingers at the feeling of your pulsing hole. He might even make you come by continuing this action for long enough and encourage your sounds with praises โso pretty, look at her. Moulding so perfectly around them.โ. He might add another finger and another, watching how your hole grows bigger and bigger making space for another one and another one until there is no more room. That would be his sign to give one last kiss to you swolen clit and kiss his way up your chest until he muffles your moans with a kiss to your lips. โReady?โ, he would ask while aligning his big, fat cock with your begging pussy and gather some of the wet slick coating your hole. He might even circle your clit one last time making your eyes role back before slowly pushing his red tip inside of you. It would still be a tight fit, you would still shed some tears at the stinging sensation but you would quickly get used to the stretch โ thanks to Clarkโs patience. He would let you cockwarm him until you gave him a signal to start his slow and measured thrusts. He would listen to your heartbeat making sure you were not hurting and eventually be able to hear beautiful moans and maybe even the wish to speed up his agonisingly slow pushes. He would of course comply but always watch your expressions to make sure he was still pleasuring you. As he starts chasing his high the thrusts become sloppier and might hit deeper than before which would only elicit louder sounds from both of your throats. And as you feel the familiar heat and knot inside of you, you let him know how close you are โyouโre gonna come?โ me too baby, me tooโ. And as you feel yourself finally break and your hips stutter against his while your walls clench impossibly tight around his big cock, he cannot help but let himself be milked by you with a deep groan.
Or of course, he is way too needy to make sure you are definitely stretched out enough and tries to make up for it with mere spoken apologies. โโm sorry baby, I know Iโm big butโ ahโ I need you.โ. He would push into you and immediately start thrusting his strong hips against yours. The room would fill with painful moans as he can only grunt while pounding into your tight cunt. โSheโs so perfect baby, canโt resist her.โ, he would try to justify his actions and tell you how often he has to think of you. โWas writing this thing but couldnโt get my mind of your pretty pussy waiting, dripping and begging for me.โ, his thrusts would gain speed at that. โI could smell it baby, hear your hole clenching, how could I make you wait?โ, he would tell you pressing you into the mattress with his sharp thrusts. โโm gonna comeโ fโ you too? Fuck baby, come for meโ, the rare use of the curse and his hand finding its way to your clit, rubbing it senseless, would push you over the edge possibly while he was already squirting his warm cum into your pussy.
Synopsis: reader convinces Bruce to let her top him but gives up after finding it too exhausting (s/o who is usually a pillow princess but convinces him to let her top just to give up when she sees it is "too much work")
paining: BruceWayne x pillowprincess!fem!reader
cw: smut, slight teasing, established relationship, praising, no protection
a/n: I hope this isn't too short and apologise for the long wait, was caught up with other stuff! I might add to this later, donโt know yet.
Sharp footsteps echoed through the Manor as you promptly made your way towards the familiar double-doors behind which your boyfriend was signing off a contract.
It was already far too late and you had waited so patiently all this time, right?
โDarling?โ, he fondly greeted you with a small smile and sparkling eyes. Gestures which were quickly replaced by ones evoking curiosity. โAre you okay? Is something wrong? โ Did something happen?โ, your unfazed face and determined expression led him to think you were not feeling well as you made your way towards his desk.
Once you were standing next to him you grabed his arm, forcing his chair to turn towards you and therefore making his whole body face yours while eliciting a surprised, sharp inhale from him โWhaโโ, he was interrupted by your lips which started aggressively attacking his and you straddling his lap, trapping him.
His hand immediately found its way to you back pulling you into his chest while the other one rested on your thigh.
As your hips started to grind against his growing bulge he let out a groan, softly smiling into the kiss you were sharing.
You pulled back โ gasping for air โ and he could not help admire your parted lips and slightly haggard self.
He carefully started leaning forward closing the gap between the two of you while quickly pressing your hips against the crease of where his torso and legs met.
Watching your face he started to grind your hips against his โYou like that? Like when I let you use me?โ.
With hazy eyes you looked at him through your eyelashes and started to absentmindedly nod, completely forgetting your motivation for the welcomed interruption.
Letting yourself fall into the relieving sensation you started to make sweet sounds which only intensified the amount of pleasure both of you felt by making Bruce use more force to push you down onto his now hard cock.
Coming to your senses a couple of seconds later though your hand landed against his chest as you started to take initiative and move against him.
Your actions were met with a surprised puff of air and encouraged by a low groan.
Bruce continued to use his own force to help the experience but you quickly took his hands into your own and pulled them of your side to push them together and hold them in front of you.
Bruce was startled at that but let himself enjoy it, pushing his hips up into you.
โNo.โ, you set your palms against his hipbones and pushed them back against the seat of the chair โLet me.โ, you whispered into his ear.
He smiled as a stifled laugh escaped his mouth before raising an eyebrow and agreeing โif you want to sweetheart.โ.
You started smiling too and stood up, grabbed his hand and excitedly run out of the office he had waisted way too much time being inside when he could have been doing the same to you.
As you reached your bedroom you shoved him onto the bed and closed the door softly before seductively making your way over to him.
Setting yourself back down onto his hips he brought his hands up behind his head to rest it on top of his palms.
You continued to grind down into his body while moving your fingers along the buttons of his shirt, before ripping it open and playing with his chest.
Bruce was appreciating this completely new view of his beautiful girl โ he had never felt her being so initiative. Usually you would lay down and let your pretty body be devoured by him.
As you started to get impatient you leaned down and planted one kiss after another: against his chest, down to his tummy, under his navel and eventually opened his trousers and pulled them down along with his briefs freeing his aching erection to continue your path until you were met with his tip.
You closed your mouth around the head of his cock and slowly pulled it upwards until it fell out from inbetween your lips and licked a clean stripe along the back of it.
Bruce had met these actions with beautiful low moans trying his best to restrain from flipping you both around and pounding into you with sharp thrusts.
Eventually though you got impatient too and chaotically pulled down your bottoms as well in order to move back up and align your throbbing hole with his glistening cock, before sinking down onto him, making both of you moan loudly.
You experimentally started to move above him: back and forth, rolling your hips a bit, before he caught them in the action and slighty picked you up before lowering you down again.
He let out a louder moan showing you how to satisfy him best.
You grabbed his hands again and pulled them off you again and he placed them back behind his head.
Mimicking the move he had guided you through you started to feel happy as you managed to elicit louder sounds from him but quickly you noticed a slight sting in your thighs.
Trying to make it disappear your thrusts started to loose shape and soon you were letting yourself drop back onto him instead of methodically lowering yourself.
And although this new found method let his cock hit even deeper inside of you โ therefore pleasuring the both of you even more โ your thighs quickly started to pick you up less with every passing thrust.
Bruce noticed this of course but before he could ask what was wrong you stopped all together and let yourself fall onto his chest while exhaustedly exhaling.
โTired, too much?โ, he asked knowingly.
You only nodded and he let out a short laugh before stroking your back.
โYou did very well my love, thank you.โ, he caressed the back of your head as he continued โlet me thank you darling, let me show you how well you did, let me show you how tankful I am.โ, at that he flipped you around and softly took hold of your thighs pulling them up next to him before rolling his hips into you with practiced precision.
And with the familiar feel of your body sinking into the luxurious sheets and his big torso towering over you he continued to pleasure you until he felt you pulsing around him and moaning his name.
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 โ 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 โ rub yourself on it, s-sweet thing, hahhโ
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 โ 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 โโฆ
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 โ where the coarse, slick-coated hair beneath rubs deliciously against your clit.
clark merely squeezes the flesh of your ass, spreading them apart โ 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 โ he'd fuck you, hard.
silly clark can't help but have thoughts of breeding you full and starting a family with you
Warnings: breeding kink, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, and mention of size difference
๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐๐ง๐ญ, who can't help but imagine how cute your babies would be. He knew it was stupid to think so far into the future when you've only been dating for a couple of months. But he can't help it. Not when you're so attentive to your niece.
The fixation on starting a family became way more obsessive than he is proud to admit. The thoughts consumed his mind almost 24/7, and as perverted as he felt, he couldn't fight the need to stroke his cock at the fantasies. I mean, can you blame him? It's a Kryptonian purpose to breed your mate. So, late at night when Clark had nothing but time to think, his thoughts started to wander.
The way your body would change physically has the blood flowing to his cock. How you'll gain weight, filling out your hips and ass even more. How cute your stomach would look filled with his babies. Cheeks and lips would swell. His favorite change of all would be how the size and weight of your breast would increase.
They'll fill with sweet milk, weigh down, feeling swollen almost all the time. And like the good husband Clark would be (he wouldn't dare get you pregnant before marriage), he will take it upon himself to relieve the pressure. Large hands massaging the tender and heavy tits, watching absentmindedly while white droplets fall from the sensitive nipples.
His hand trailed down his chiseled body, gripping the hardened cock. Lip bitten raw as he thinks of how you'll groan from relief when his pink tongue licks up the fallen milk and how he'll softly suck the nipple into his mouth. And when the milk finally gushes into his mouth, the harsh moans would force their way out of his body, causing his lustful eyes to roll back. His hand will find its way between your legs, spreading the wetness while his manhood rubs against your plush thighs.
Head tossing against the pillow once the constrictions of his boxers release his hard on. Pre cum dripping onto his toned stomach, Clark moans, brushing his finger gently along the base following the pulsating vein. Hand wrapping around the heaviness, pumping himself slowly to restrain himself against the need to cum so soon.
The process of getting you pregnant wouldn't take too long with the loads that come out of Clark. He would stuff your pussy full every night, probably more than once a day if you'd allow. Thick cock would stretch your tight hole, fighting to keep him in. He'll fight the urge not to pound you recklessly, but hearing your whimpers would only cause him to lose any self control.
Forcing your body to contort with your ankles practically touching your head, his huge body weighing you down. Pelvis rolling on yours, making sure he reaches deep inside you. Angry tip pounding hard into your spot, making you wail out at every movement. Nails scratching down his back, begging him to fill you up.
And when he finally releases inside of you, it's a lot. Thick white cum painting your clenching walls in long spurts. He cums for what feels like a minute or two, holding the position tightly. Cum spilling out of your sloppy pussy as he tries to fuck it back in. When he feels like he's done enough, he'll hold you tight, cock still stuffed inside your pussy, making sure you take his seed.
Freaky!Clark Kent x coworker!fem!reader โ not proofread!
cw: established relationship, semi-public sex, desperation & degrading
โญ Freaky!Clark who can hear your addicting laughter spread through the daily planet
โญ Freaky!Clark whoโs senses are immediately directed at you
โญ Freaky!Clark who starts to listen intently to every sound you make: the dying laughter, slight hiccups, sharp inhale and elongated moan, slipping out of you and reminiscing the sound he had drawn out of you just before walking to work with you
โญ Freaky!Clark whoโs superheating is promptly focusing on your soft, steady breathing, only for it to be redirected towards your core as you start making your way back to your desk
โญ Freaky!Clark who canโt pull his ears away from the sound of your wet cunt
โญ Freaky!Clark whoโs brain starts to replay the heated moments you had spent with one another early this morning after he had been out all night fighting crime
โญ Freaky!Clark who swiftly gets up from his chair almost imperceptibly groaning as his trousers seem to grow tight around his cock and walks towards your desk
โญ Freaky!Clark who discreetly knocks on your table and canโt help but return the polite smile you welcome him with
โญ Freaky!Clark who makes you accompany him, walking towards the archive but immediately forces his lips on yours once you were both standing between two shelves not being able to resist anymore
โญ Freaky!Clark who pushes two fingers between your folds while shushing your first reaction with a sloppy kiss
โญ Freaky!Clark who whispers into your ear โI knew you could take twoโ so wetโ
โญ Freaky!Clark who starts to fuck you hard with his fingers โ not the agonisingly soft strokes he teased you with this morning but harsh desperate ones
โญ Freaky!Clark who cannot hold back once you beg him to hurry up โfuck, Clarkโ I need you, I canโt wait anymoreโ, you grab his face.
โญ Freaky!Clark who wastes no time to pull down your panties completely and frees his hard cock โ stroking it while throwing his head back and loudly groaning
โญ Freaky!Clark who forces his cock inside of your cunt and harshly bucks his hips into yours before starting to relentlessly fuck into you
โญ Freaky!Clark who starts making you aware of your desperation โlook at how needy you are โ weโre at work and the only thing you can think of is my cock inside of you, hm? You needy cunt. What if someone hears us? Would you like that? Would you enjoy someone walking in on you moaning my name? Telling me how badly you need me?โ
โญ Freaky!Clark who starts rubbing circles around your clit eventually pushing you over the edge and making you clench around him
โญ Freaky!Clark who squirts his load into your pussy, blocking it from pouring out of you with his finger once he had pulled out of you
โญ Freaky!Clark who returns back to his desk and gives you a vague smile as you sit down on your chair โ full of his cum
a/n: is this freaky? โ anyway, happy Easter to everyone celebrating, I will now go to mass.
โญ Pathetic!Clark who begged you to stay at his apartment after spending one evening there โ so he could make sure you were safe
โญ Pathetic!Clark who always makes sure you are staying away from danger
โญ Pathetic!Clark who makes you text him every time you go out โ grocery shopping, leaving your workplace during your lunch break, throwing away the garbage, going to the doctor โ he NEEDS to know it all
โญ Pathetic!Clark who seems to always be five feet away โ done with work? Heโs waiting outside. Going for a walk? Heโs by your side.
โญ Pathetic!Clark who has you set as his home- and lockscreen the second you decide to go on a second date
โญ Pathetic!Clark who turns red whenever you tell him that you canโt talk right now because youโre about to shower
โญ Pathetic!Clark who immediately feels embarrassed when he starts thinking about you while touching himself
โญ Pathetic!Clark who is therefore touch-starved and has been for over a week
โญ Pathetic!Clark who immediately grows hard once he reads the โthinking of youโ-text pop up on his lockscreen
โญ Pathetic!Clark who with trembling fingers decides to open the picture you sent him only to be met with the silhouette of your naked figure
โญ Pathetic!Clark who feels his cock twitch in his trousers
โญ Pathetic!Clark who is too scared to answer and just stands there looking at your picture like a creep
โญ Pathetic!Clark who is knocked back into his senses by the sound of his doorbell
โญ Pathetic!Clark who in a panic runs around his apartment and only stops at the sound of his doorbell ringing again
โญ Pathetic!Clark who opens it, expecting the mailman but is greeted by you
โญ Pathetic!Clark who finds himself tied up to his bed, begging for release
โญ Pathetic!Clark who seems to have forgotten how to think properly and only says things like โplease mommy, I was good, I promise mommy.โ, โI havenโt touched myself โ I swear!โ, a tear rolling down his cheek as his overstimulated body twitches
โญ Pathetic!Clark who finally hears you say: โokay, I see you have been good โ you may come.โ
โญ Pathetic!Clark who immediately shuts his eyes while letting go and feeling his cock spurting out hot strings of cum for the first time in WEEKS
โญ Pathetic!Clark who repeatedly thanks you for letting him come while thinking of you: โthank you mommy, I swear I wonโt touch myself without permission, thank you โ thank you โ thank you.โ
a/n: really unsure about this one โ thinking about writing a Freaky!Clark
