âI say we take this awful old thing off, yeah?â Clark Kent x fem!reader
Summary: Whiny Jealous Clark doesnât like your Batman tank topâŠ
Warnings: NSFW, pet names (doll, baby), reader mentioned as âgirlâ
AN: Wrote this on a whim. I saw a cute Batman tank top on Mercari and immediately I was inspired. Didnât proofread this so my apologies! Enjoy!
You sat on the edge of the bed folding clothes as you watched the news. You had the habit of watching the news whenever Clark was out being Superman. Paranoid and worried but also you just loved watching him in action. The helicopters filming him struggling to keep up with him as he fights some space anomaly.
You draw your attention back to your clothes. Folding the shirts youâve stolen from Clark that he doesnât even allow you to give back. Youâve been procrastinating on laundry for weeks hence the outfit you currently had on. If Clark saw you heâd freak. Freak is an understatement. Heâd pout and sigh like a puppy. A old and washed out Batman tank top youâve found at the very bottom of your closet. Youâve hidden this gem from him knowing heâd feel betrayed. Canât let Clark know you were ever a fan of someone heâs very close with.
You love Clark you truly do but despite being Superman, the most admired man on planet earth, heâd get all annoying and insecure upon seeing you in Batman merch and not Superman merch. You giggle to yourself even thinking about his reaction but youâd rather not deal with having to explain to him that you bought the tank top years ago and how you definitely think heâs the better most handsome superhero.
As you finish up with the rest of the laundry, you stand to put everything in its place. Your shirts in the drawers, your zip ups in the closet, and Clarkâs shirts on the edge of your bed as you decide what to wear for the night. As you ponder you feel a quick breeze followed by a tender touch at the back of your neck. You yelp in surprise.
âScared you baby?â Clark says as the scent of rain and the city washes over you.
âAlways! I hate when you do that!â you giggle as he pushed his face further into your neck.
âGod I missed you so much. What have you been up to doll?â he holds your hips and he looks over at the shirts on the bed. He smiles. He then looks behind at the tv to see where he was just at with the words âSuperman has fled the scene.â He reaches for the remote and turns off the tv.
âLaundry and I was about to hop in the shower,â you playfully push him away and reach for the pile of shirts. You turn around and face him as you sit down taking his appearance in. You analyze him making sure he wasnât hurt and didnât have any holes in his suit that you needed to patch up. You finally look up at him and notice his face. Pure disgust. You sigh preparing for the tantrum he would throw.
âSeriously⊠Batman⊠I- where did- how could you-â he grabs his shirts from you and places them onto the side.
âOk I can explain-â
âBatman?! You know that guys a freak right?â he pushes you onto the mattress and burrows his face into your neck making you giggle again.
âUgh I knew youâd say something about it. Listen itâs an old shirt. I bought this thing years ago. I didnât have any clean shirts,â you grab his face to make him look at you. The biggest pout on his face. You hold in your laugh.
âYou have awful taste you know? Batman?! Iâd rather you wear Green Lantern stuff⊠actually⊠no. The thought makes me nauseous actually. Donât wear that,â he straddles your hips making sure to not put his entire weight on you despite your previous requests for him to do so. Youâve always claimed you liked the feeling of his heavy body on yours. He always claimed he was scared heâd knock the wind out of you for doing so.
âYouâre ridiculous Clark. I have like thousands of Superman shirts. Youâll survive the one Batman shirt I own,â you grab his jaw and squeeze slightly. He grabs your wrist in return and plants a soft kiss on your knuckles. The kisses travel down your arm onto your shoulder and back to your neck.
âI hate this shirt so much. Iâm not a controlling guy. I donât care what you wear but I draw the line at other superhero merch. Youâre my girl. Not Batmanâs girl,â his kisses travel to your collar bone and he feels your breath hitch.
âTrust me Clark. Iâm well aware Iâm your girl,â you say with an eye roll and a smirk which was immediately wiped off as you felt his dick press into your lower stomach. You gasp. He sits up and looks at your shirt once more.
âI say we take this awful old thing off, yeah?â his pupils are dilated, his slicked back hair now falling in front of his face framing it so beautifully, his curls slightly damp from the rain, his cheeks a dusty pink and his bottom lip in between his teeth. God he was going to be the death of you.
âTake your cape off first big blue,â you grin as you watch him quickly move to his feet and fight with his tight suit. He finally gets it off his body and thereâs a moment of hesitation. Almost like he was preparing to pounce on you and rip the shirt to shreds. Which he does. Kinda.
He grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to him at the foot of the bed. He positioned your legs around him and he leaned over. His big rough hands finding the hem of your tank top and he pulls it over your head. He holds it with his index finger and thumb. He looks at it with distaste. Then before you could blink, the shirt was gone. You look at the floor. Black dust.
âGood riddance!â he says so proudly of himself. He looks back at you only to be met with your expression filled with something that says really?!
âGood riddance?! Clark did you have to shoot it with your laser eyes?â you shake your head in disbelief.
âWell I was going to rip it to shreds first and then shoot it with my laser eyes,â he looked so damn happy it annoyed you.
âWhoâs going to clean that up?â you sigh.
ââŠMe⊠after I eat you out? As an apology of course, but also because you owe me for even making me look at such an eye sore. Seriously⊠Batman?! I still canât-â you cut him off as you plant your foot on his hardened cock.
âI get it Clark. Now shut up before I pull out my Wonder Woman lingerie set.â
ââŠPlease tell me youâre kidding. Youâre kidding right?â He grabs your calf as he rubs himself further onto your foot.
âDonât ask questions you donât want the answer to. Now apologize for burning my shirt.â
đđđđđđđ: Clark's got the sex bug.
đđđđđđ/đđđđđđđđ: Explicit/F!Reader
đđđđ: 'sex pollen' themes, comedy, vigilante!reader, comedy, banter, cum tribute (almost), clark being a perv, drizzle of scent kink, handjobs, primal!clark, mentions of aftercare, unprotected p-in-v, creampies
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Bruce's words had completely faded from Clark's mind the second he'd left the manor.
He hadn't been paying full attention to the prognosis, either.
Something-something spiked in whatever levels in his bloodstream after having been exposed to an unknown toxin⊠â what mattered more to him was the threat being neutralised safely, even at the expense of his very self. Unfortunately for him, his willpower couldn't deny the simple fact that the physical toll on his body at present had been growing much more precarious since his departure.
Clark thinks the only time he'd truly felt such a visceral reaction to external influences was when he'd been exposed to kryptonite.
This wasâŠsignificantly different.
With every passing minute, he could feel the air being violently torn out of his lungs, his heart pounding in his ears relentlessly like a drum, paired with the growing heat that was strangely heading down south.
It'd gotten to the point of having to take a quick pit stop on the flight home. His breath had grown miserably ragged, teetering on breathlessness as he crash-landed onto the concrete beneath.
"HolyâŠhell."
Every sensation, every pore on his supposedly impenetrable skin wept against the blue. Demanding attention from him, demanding stimulation.
Just what was happening to him?
The evident throb in his balls, however, was the final nail in the coffin. His head whips around to check for intruders to his predicament, palms slapping flush against his eyes in pure and utter horror.
"Oh gosh. No. Okay. Okay. Okay, Clark, don't look at it. It'll go. It'll go."
In a meek little gaze, Clark finally peeks through from the crevice of his fingers, horrified to confirm his suspicions. An inevitable truth made itself known, tented stiffly on the crotch of his suit.
He was hard as fucking rock.
"âŠWhat theâŠthisâŠthis can't be right."
â
"N-No, I'm serious, Bruce! It just, I don't knowâŠhow toâŠphrase this."
The older Wayne remained hugely unimpressed by the unplanned video call, his sharp gaze fixed on a panicked Clark who was circling the kitchen like an agitated dog with their tail between their legs.
Or in Clark's case, with the tail sticking right up.
"I could help you better if you showed me what I was working with."
Clark merely groans exaggeratedly; even with Bruce's deadpan amusement, he knew that he was being ridiculed in what was possibly every man's worst nightmare. He stops by the camera ridiculously close until his face morphs into a skewed, fisheye proportion.
"L-Listen to me. I need toâŠset the record straight first. This doesn't just happen out of nowhere. I get to control it."
In a lower, rougher baritone, Bruce speaks up. "âŠ'It' beingâŠ?"
Clark pulls back with a strained huff. Looking completely serious as he brings his hand into frame â his index finger bent at the knuckles as a demonstration.
"It being. My⊠'thing.'" He jerks his hand to the camera, and then the finger shoots right up, holding out a number one, "doing that. Unprompted. Unprovoked."
The silence that followed felt like its own humiliation ritual.
"Kansas. Are you trying to tell me that this is your first time dealing with aâŠ"
"No!" he squeaks, "of course not. I-I'm saying ever since the labs. I felt 'stuff' vaguely, but I was able to tamp itâŠdown. ThisâŠit's gotten far more potent somehow."
A pensive look crosses Bruce's features. "Hm. I'll relook at the substance retrieved. In the meantime, you should keep yourself quarantined."
"OK. Okay..." Clark exhales to himself, weary. "JustâŠreach out when you have something; I'll probably have to tell Lois I'll need to â ⊠click! â oh okay. He hung up."
Clark's hands remained in a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the granite countertop, his eyes fluttering shut at the evident loss of his strength.
It was an all-over assault on his very senses, the hungry, primal need to just relieve himself. If anything, his defiant stance to repress it had been making it that much more unbearable. Beside him, his phone lit up the dark spot on his kitchen countertop. The screen revealed chains of text messages from you that had gone unanswered.
"âŠGreat," he murmurs, with a self-deprecating edge to his words. "She thinks I ditched her."
His thumbs deftly slide past the lock screen image of Ma & Pa with toothy grins on the Kent farm, to your contact. Dozens of missed calls and text messages you'd sent (which were mainly not so nice words detailing his super-suit); the last one, dating just twenty minutes ago, glowing mockingly at him.
It took a great deal of effort for him to hold back from clicking on your profile image. This time around, he didn't have the willpower to brace through it.
So he indulges.
The spiral from that was a landslide. It'd gone from looking at your face, appreciating just how beautiful he's always thought you were â thoughts that he normally had the strength to internalise had now entirely faltered.
Before Clark could even let his morals stop him, his rigid erection hovered over your picture. Bobbing ominously, shadowing over the glimpse of your smile.
It was utterly humiliating and a betrayal of his character. To you mostly. But the second his palm wraps around his length, selfishly stroking over the tensed veins, all hesitation leaves him.
Clark's mumbling to himself like a madman, apologising for defiling you like this. But it was the very idea of justâŠyou that seemed to satiate him, that coaxed glistening pre-cum past the slit. "HrkâŠfuâŠc â"
"You've gotta be kidding me. Were you just home the entire time?"
" â Whoa!"
You watch the taller man twirl around to face you so quickly that his cape nearly cocoons him. To his benefit, the motion helped to hide the state of his undress.
"Save me the theatrics. You probably heard me coming." Your fingers twist around the belt on your hips, unhooking the carabiner you used to rappel yourself onto his balcony.
Thankfully, you didn't seem to suspect anything amiss, crossing the span of his barren living area in decisive steps, observing him from afar.
"What gives? You didn't even â"
"Y-You need to leave. Now." He interrupts.
"UhâŠ" You blink, confusedly, your heeled boots clicking loudly over the polished mezzanine. "S'cuse me?"
"Get out," he croaks, louder.
Your gaze flicks to the granite counter, where it's visibly cracking under his grip. He couldn't possibly be this upset about the breaking-into-his-home part. "Are you for real? You were a no-show, Supe. And now you're kicking me out?"
"You don't understand." Clark's words drop to a small growl, but you've fully realised the darker, dilated pupils he was sizing you with. "I-I'm trying toâŠâ please. Go. Before I â"
"Before you what?" You cross your arms in a defiant stance, tracking the manner in which his body twitches,"âŠdid you get into a pile of Green-K again? Red? Blue? I don't know what colours there are. But what the hell, sure."
"I've got no interest in being a practice dummy for chokeholds if you're doped up on the scary red rock again." You've steered past your destination toward the kitchenette where he was â clearly having lost interest and walking over to his front door to head home in a much more societally acceptable way, all while muttering a bunch of indulgent complaints.
"This guy. Thinkin' he can waste everyoneâs precious time just cuz' he can float an' â AH!"
Clark's beside you in a whirr, his bigger palms clutching onto your shoulders to stop you in your tracks. Subsequently, he pins you in his doorway with a rather misplaced show of strength, his heaving chest blocking your view of his living area.
"Told you to go," he manages. You don't notice the dust fluttering past your shoulders, where his palm curls into concrete like putty. "Why didn't you go?"
Your frown deepens at the 'S' on the suit, inching closer to your face. Clark was being strangely intense. Not in pain like Green-K, or broody like Red-K. This was something else. You take a quick, raking gaze over him to look for any injuries.
Nothing obvious other than his dick being out, you note to yourself. So what was the big deal â
"What the fuck." You rasp, head snapping down comically quickly to the region you conveniently skimmed over. And sure enough, your eyes weren't playing tricks on you.
His suit bottoms were tugged down, revealing a sculpted, strong V-line and an erection â an erection that'd been so stiff and swollen, bobbing by his softer belly. Any sort of mocking comment you may have had normally dies in your throat when you're met with his tortured gaze. A look he'd only ever given you in moments of utter torture or desperation.
"I-I don't know what's happening to me. IâŠcan'tâŠ" Clark's voice drops to a much softer, meeker tone.
You tilt your head pensively, finding nothing but the truth in his strained confession, "okay⊠okay. What â what am I even supposed toâŠdo here?"
"Nothing. Just..." Clark's forehead slumps onto your shoulders, then he tilts his head toward your neck. Bated, warm puffs of his breath turn into needy nudges of his nose against your pulse as he takes shameless inhales of your skin now that the cat was out of the bag. "MmhââŠshit. Jus'âŠneed you to be here."
He doesn't try to touch himself. Seemingly content with breathing you in. Curiously, you glance down at his lower half. His dick, which looked painfully taut earlier, began to leak pearlescent fluid.
"âŠIs this doing it for you?"
Clark isn't offended by your probing query, sensing the genuine curiosity in the statement rather than mockery. "A helluva lot better," he admits, looking up at you with dizzying reverence. "It's enough. BruceâŠpromised to figure something out. I think I might've beenâŠexposed to something weird."
"So you're planning on toughing it out like this? Wouldn't it help if I â"
"There's no need," he dismisses your offer off the bat, "don't want you to feel like someâŠsqueeze-toy I need to feel better."
You pause. "Isn't really about need, is it?" Your fingers experimentally graze over the neglected muscle that twitches right as your digits inch close. "You want it. I can give it."
He physically stiffens, shoulders squared and unmoving. Clark's gaze snaps down to you, renewed with a fresh wave of arousal he'd barely kept in check.
"Don't fuck with me. Not right now."
Your breath catches in your throat as the bigger set of hands circles your wrist in an almost-painful intensity. His fingers wrap around your knuckles, flattening your softer palms around his girth.
"You wanna do this?" He whispers to the side of your head. Flexing his digits over yours, coaxing you to relax beneath his grip. You're fixated on the sight below, cramped between your touching bodies, to where his hand dwarfed yours.
He felt thick and hard, pulsing with a low tremor. "IâŠ" You barely manage to tilt your head up, the curve of your nose bumping his jawline. "Yeah. I want to."
Your admission unravels him. The lax hold turning instructional as he shows you exactly how he needed you to rid his ache. The tinny space between the two of you grew heavier with the combined insistent shliiicks of your strokes, paired with his pained grunts of pleasure.
"Mmmh. Shit. LittleâŠbit tighter." He pleads with a whimper, groaning low as his pre makes it that much more gratifying.
You don't dare to speak, uncharacteristically relinquishing his requests. His loud encouragements made you feel that much more aware, your senses attuned to his wants. It'd started to feel good for you, too. Eventually, your strokes turn heavy-handed as per his demands. Loud, obscene sounds of your coupling resounding in the entryway.
There's no warning when he comes in your hold. The only giveaway is the stuttered, breathy intakes and the warm, thick liquid coating your palms. You don't pull away, searching for his gaze, "âŠbetter now?"
Clark's face drops to the bruised wall beside your head, a mirthless laugh rumbling back into his chest.
"When you say it like that. Makes me feel like a chore." He mutters, a petulant edge to his words.
"I'm not the one with the sex bug." You correct, sharply.
"S'not a sex bug. Gosh." Clark looks down anyway, as though looking for assurance it was all over, but alas. "UghâŠ"
You blink inquisitively. "Huh."
"Guess notâŠ" He murmurs, then he lifts his head slowly, looking at you with unspoken intent.
"I suppose we could find out how many times is enough?" You offer, with a glint in your eye.
Clark looks at you with a strained smile, "âŠI'd like that very much."
.
.
.
[10:57pm]
"Tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?"
For someone who'd allegedly been overcome with lust, Clark hadn't been acting like it. Even as his thumb skirts the undersides of your breasts, he just kept asking, checking â
"Oh my god, Clark. Just fuck me already!"
He looks at you like you'd hurled an insult at him. And then â a resolved, competitive expression takes over his features.
"Fine."
His hands curled around the back of your head, holding you still as his other hand worked at the button on your bottoms. In a rougher, efficient move, Clark yanked them down along with your panties, the fabric pooling around your ankles.
You don't get to protest at the speed of him ripping both of your clothes, your whines muffled by his hasty, deep kisses. There wasn't a brief moment where you'd felt exposed, either. Clark's hand slides over the cups of your bra, tugging them down just enough for him to take a nipple into his hot, waiting mouth. His other hand slides down your front, fingers tracing the dampness growing between your thighs.
He groans against your skin, voice thick with want. "So wet f'me already. KnewâŠyou would be."
"ClarkâŠ" you mutter, self-conscious.
His head briefly lifts, deeper blue eyes, glazed over with lust but equally perceptive. Slowly, his thumb finds your clit, soothing it in circles.
He takes your name, low, shaking his head. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me."
Your hips, having a mind of their own, jerked forcefully into his palm at a particularly hard press. He barely manages to catch the weak nod you offer.
"H-hard to whenâŠyou're touching me like that."
A self-assured smile curls at the corner of his mouth, deep indents peeking out on both his cheeks. He liked that he was making you react like this, all for him. His thumbs continued their ministration, pace quickening just enough for you to ache for more.
Your words are met to his relish, and he rewards you with just that. Clark's index and middle fingers shift, dipping just into your entrance, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.
"Wan'it to be hard to think about anyone else when you're with me." He mutters with a tinge of possessiveness.
His words, now punctuated with a decisive curl of his fingers, grind deep into your velvety hot walls with a pressure that has you back against the wall.
"When it's me touching you."
[11:14pm]
"Mmmhn! Nnh, shit. Shiiiiiiiit."
"Close aren't you? I can feel it. C'mon. Give it t'me."
"IâŠh-haven't. Have never â not like this. WithoutâŠaâŠmmph-fuck. T-Toy."
Your words tumble out of you, unabashed. It only seems to please Clark, filling him with an unnecessary man-centric pride. He didn't slow down. If anything, his touches turned deliberate â fingers curling deep into the tight walls of your pussy, thumb circling your clit in an almost overwhelming combination.
"âŠGood. All your firstsâŠshould be with me."
Your first climax of the evening had your entire body seizing with sheer pleasure. Hips bucking into his hand pathetically. Clark could only watch you in awe as your head falls back against his wall as your orgasm takes you.
"G-GoshâŠyou're soâŠbeautiful." He manages, sounding absolutely wrecked.
[11:40pm]
Clark's moved the two of you to his kitchnette, plopping you onto the granite surface with clumsy, open-mouthed kisses down your pulse. You're making an eager rub to his front, palms casing his thick, veiny erection, already slick from earlier.
"E-Easy. Gonna make meâŠloose it before I even get inside you."
He guides your hand away, replacing it with his own as he steps between your parted thighs. His girth forces your legs apart impossibly wide, leaving you completely at his mercy. Clark positions himself, the head of his cock pressing against your sensitive, waiting entrance.
"M'not gonna be gentle." He affirms.
"Don't want you to be."
[12:14am]
The pace that Clark had been setting relentlessly pulled needy croaks out of you. Ones that you weren't even sure you could make. His hand, tangled at the back of your head, tugs at your hair, forcing you to expose your throat. Sweat glistens on your skin, heat building from the exertion he's put you through.
Moans begin tumbling out of your lips, all taking his name.
His body reacts viscerally to your calls, thrusts turning harder, meaner â rocking you against the countertop, with his fingers digging into your flesh.
"RightâŠhere. M'right here," he whispers, with his parted lips pressed into your jawline, panting in bated breaths. The cabinets behind you continue to thud jarringly at his inhuman pace, and you could do nothing but surrender to it.
[2:40am]
He was everywhere.
The scent of his windswept, woody natural scent, the press of his hard body against yours, the persistent, needy little breaths of filth telling you just how good your pussy took him, filling your ears.
He's shifted his angle, every now and then, with a precision that made you see stars. Every thrust finds a new spot that his thick cock rediscovers, forcing tremors in your body, too fucking good.
"G-Gonna come. JustâŠone more after this. I-I promise."
[6:40am]
You weren't sure just what time it was anymore. Just that it sure as hell wasn't one more after when he said it was.
Sunlight had begun seeping in through the crevices of the sheer curtains. You'd been on the precipice of passing out. His thrusts consistently pulling you in and out of consciousness, rocking you back awake at the sting of a dull stretch.
He'd been going at it for fucking hours, relentlessly, like a machine. At some point, you'd told him to just go at it, but he, being ever so sweet, insisted it be better with your whines in his ears. So somehow, you managed to stay awake. Teetering, whining, biting him as a suitable payback.
Finally. Finally, his erection had calmed. Plopping out of you like a wrung-out sponge.
Everything felt sore. And warm, but the loss of his cock in your pussy had you whining in annoyance.
"ClarkâŠhurts when you aren't insideâŠ" You complain with a sleepy grumble. He hoists you against your chest despite your protests.
"Shh." He murmurs against the side of your head. You feel weightless against him, catching fleeting visions of him carrying your limp, pliable body to the adjoining bathroom.
The last thing you remembered before drifting off was the sound of water running, and the smell of ozone and citrus â a smell exactly like him.
â đđâ your cat canât read the room and trots in anyway because sheâs hungry.
the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you donât know how many times heâs made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.
the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didnât falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.
âalways feels good when youâre wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,â he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. âthatâs it, hold onto me, i ainât going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.â
true to his word, he doesnât let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. âjust like that,â you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. âlove you.â you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
âlove you, honey,â he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because heâs groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. âmy angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.â
neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when itâs only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.
his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. âthe hell?â he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow youâd think heâs broken.
sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, sheâs doing it to spite you both. or two, sheâs hungry and demands all the attention in the world. âyouâve got to be kidding me,â he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.
your cat stares, almost like she knows what sheâs ruining and does it all over again. meow!
his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. âokay, sheâs not kidding.â
âno, she isnât.â
âi fed her before we even came in here!â he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasnât even made a single move to pull out of you either.
âthat was before, and now sheâs hungry again, so go on,â you pause, grinning up at him smugly. âtime to feed your daughter, daddy.â you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. âoh?â
his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly ânope, no, we arenât doing this. mâgonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.â
your giggle doesnât last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when heâs pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.
ânothing you havenât seen before, sweetheart,â he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. âiâll be back soon, honey, donât miss me too much.â
by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didnât move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.
sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you canât help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.
âno! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! sheâs gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?â
18+ â your man buys you an anklet for his own pleasure
Heâd bought you the anklet without saying much about why â just a delicate little chain that sat soft against your skin, with a small charm that caught the light whenever you moved. You found out the real reason the first time he had you on your back with your legs over his shoulders.
Every time he thrust into you, the anklet shifted and dangled against your skin, the soft metallic sound mixing with the wet noise of him fucking you. His eyes kept dropping to it, completely fixated on the way it moved with every deep stroke.
âFuck⊠look at that,â he groaned, voice rough as he watched the charm bounce. He gripped your ankle tighter and turned his head, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your foot while he kept fucking you. You shivered at the feeling.
He did it again â kissing along the arch of your foot, then higher near the anklet, all while his hips snapped forward in steady, deep thrusts. The chain kept dangling and catching the light, and he seemed almost hypnotized by it.
âYou have no idea how good this looks,â he muttered against your skin, licking a slow stripe over the top of your foot before sucking gently on the side of your ankle, right next to the jewelry. âPretty little thing just bouncing for me while I stretch this pussy out.â
He shifted your leg so he could kiss the sole of your foot properly, still buried deep inside you, still watching the anklet move every time he drove in. The combination of his mouth on your foot and his dick filling you made your toes curl against his lips.
When he finally came, he did it with his mouth still pressed to your ankle, eyes locked on the dangling charm as he pulsed inside you with a low, satisfied groan. Afterward he stayed there for a moment, gently kissing your foot one more time like he couldnât help himself. âWeâre never taking this off,â he murmured against your skin.
18+ â your man buys you an anklet for his own pleasure
Heâd bought you the anklet without saying much about why â just a delicate little chain that sat soft against your skin, with a small charm that caught the light whenever you moved. You found out the real reason the first time he had you on your back with your legs over his shoulders.
Every time he thrust into you, the anklet shifted and dangled against your skin, the soft metallic sound mixing with the wet noise of him fucking you. His eyes kept dropping to it, completely fixated on the way it moved with every deep stroke.
âFuck⊠look at that,â he groaned, voice rough as he watched the charm bounce. He gripped your ankle tighter and turned his head, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your foot while he kept fucking you. You shivered at the feeling.
He did it again â kissing along the arch of your foot, then higher near the anklet, all while his hips snapped forward in steady, deep thrusts. The chain kept dangling and catching the light, and he seemed almost hypnotized by it.
âYou have no idea how good this looks,â he muttered against your skin, licking a slow stripe over the top of your foot before sucking gently on the side of your ankle, right next to the jewelry. âPretty little thing just bouncing for me while I stretch this pussy out.â
He shifted your leg so he could kiss the sole of your foot properly, still buried deep inside you, still watching the anklet move every time he drove in. The combination of his mouth on your foot and his dick filling you made your toes curl against his lips.
When he finally came, he did it with his mouth still pressed to your ankle, eyes locked on the dangling charm as he pulsed inside you with a low, satisfied groan. Afterward he stayed there for a moment, gently kissing your foot one more time like he couldnât help himself. âWeâre never taking this off,â he murmured against your skin.
how nice it would be to be taken care of by two soft doms... snuggled in between them, being kissed everywhere, praised for being a good sweet girl... then ending the night with their straps fucking both of your holes at the same time, pussy dripping everywhere... it would be so nice đ
clark kent struggles to face the fact that some people in the world will dislike him at some point, no matter how hard he tries to get them to like him. he hates the idea of anyone disliking him, but when he's with you, it's inevitable.
the neighbours come knocking on the door after it's the 5th time that week clark was fucking you into the bed with his cock deep into your pussy. there's a loud moan that follows every time clark hits the sweet spotâ sending you into ecstasy over and over again.
"nghâ i love you so much," he moans, pulling your head closer to kiss you.
he's shoving his tongue down your throat while grinding his cock deeper into you. loud moans escape past your lips despite clark throat-fucking you with his tongue.
you let out a gasp when he pulls out, leaving only the tip inside. you clench around it, wanting more desperately, pussy unconsciously pulling him inside but he doesn't cave. you let out an eager whine.
"stay silent for me, will you?" he asks nicely, a big cheeky grin plastered on his face.
immediately, you place a hand over your mouth.
he uses his palm underneath your back to pull you into an arch, aiming the tip perfectly at the spot that would send you over the climax. he hesitates, before exerting the final blow and thrusting his full length inside you one last time.
"fuckâ!" you subdue with your hand, spurts of cum coating his softening member.
he groans above you, peppering kisses along your neck as he paints your walls white.
"what're we gonna do about them?" you ask, panting.
"i have no idea," clark chuckles.
meanwhile, neighbours are already gathered at your door, begging for some kind of compensation or for you guys to sound-proof your room.
thinking about cowboy!clark kent talking you through riding him in his awfully charming southern drawl.
"yeah, there ya' go, honey," he's guiding your hips on his cock with big, warm, calloused hands heavy on your skin, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you with each bounce.
there's an obvious bulge in your tummy from just how big he is, disappearing and reappearing with every shift of your hips.
"ohgodâ" you choke out a whine, resting your sweaty forehead on his broad shoulder, letting him do most of the work by manually moving your hips. "s'big, clark" you bite down on his shoulder, his salty skin coating your tongue. that pulls a groan from him, he's rubbing the fat of your ass tenderly.
"i know, baby. i know" he's so loving, so incredibly doting that you can't help but cry out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him as his cock nearly splits you open.
"feels good though, don't it?" he drawls, gripping the hair on your head gently and pulling your face from the crook of his neck so he can pepper reverent kisses on your flushed, damp skin. "my pretty baby, jus' want t'make you feel good" he coos, head lolling back as your pussy flutters around him in response to his sweet words.
"fuck, clark" your face twists in pleasure, limbs turning into puddles as you feel that knot in your gut tightening impossibly. greedy hands roam his body, your fingertips running over his tanned arms and squeezing at his biceps. "m'close" you breathe out, looking down and literally moaning at the sight of the creamy white ring at the base of clark's member.
"i know it, sweet girl. can feel ya' milkin' me" he shakes his head, huffing a chuckle that shifts into a groan as you dig your manicured nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in your wake. he doesn't mind when you mark him up, if anything it makes him twitch inside of you.
his balls tighten up, heavy with cum as you grind down on him a few last times before your orgasm washes over you, leaving you moaning whorishly into his skin as he fucks up into you. "aw, there ya go, s'good h-honey, love you, sweetheart" he praises you for cumming, as if he didn't just do all of the work. "claaark" you breathe out, collapsing on top of him as a post-orgasm calm washes over you.
he finishes shorty after you, as he always makes it a goal to get you to finish before him. he thrusts up into you sloppily and shoots his warm release deep inside of you, making you squirm on top of him from the strange sensation. "i know, baby, feels weird..." he groans lowly, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back.
he lets you collapse on top of him, basically a puddle from how fucked out you are. he's pressing little kisses to your bare shoulder every so often, making sure you're as comfortable as you can be. "did so good for me, honey." he's just the sweetest cowboy. <3
everyone thinking clark and his girlfriend are the most vanilla, sweet, innocent couple because of how they act around each other and present as a team â never cursing or fighting, never drinking or getting belligerent, never lying or betraying anybody including and especially to each other. they were the golden couple. they only amp up that image to everybody even more when clark buys them promise rings. everyone thinks itâs sweet, cute as a button how virginal they both are and are waiting for marriage. theyâve only ever seen him give her a kiss on her cheek or her forehead, rub her arm, hug her in a warm embrace and whisper their adorable inside jokes.
but in the private space of their bedroom, theyâve done just about everything but.
even before clark got them the rings.
every night, he whimpers her name and âpleaseâ on repeat right in her neck, wearing nothing but his glasses. grinding his cock up and down the front slit of her pretty, glistening pussy like heâs a horny little bunny that couldnât ever be sated.
âit doesnât count, right? if I donât put it in, mmmmuhhhâ oh, god â if I donât put it in then weâre still virgins,â he pants. still humping her up and down, their parts rutting up against one another as they both implode from the friction. she grinds her clit back, bumping it up against his head and all his throbbing veins, and nods her head up and down, agreeing.
âof course baby, just keep going, we can cum like this as much as we want. it wonât count.â
âoh, oh my, yes, yes please! I have to keep going. Iâm about to cum. itâs gonna get all over your pretty little pussy.â
he learns all his dirty talk from the dirty movies theyâve watched too. apart from his instincts and his imagination, and of course all his grunts and movements were purely primal.
âit looks so big when you press it up against me. I donât know how itâs gonna fit when we get married,â she gasps, watching him rut like a dog and how it goes past her belly button. itâs sloppy, slippery, jutting around from all the blood thatâs filled up. his sac is even heavy against her too. the way it bounces against her hole, gives her another part of him to clench onto too.
âshhh, weâll make it fit. I wonât let it hurt you. weâll be nice and wet together, just like this, then itâll just⊠itâll just slide right in,â he gulps. losing any other words that are left to say the more he thinks about it. âweâll feel so good. and youâre gonna be my wife.â
âkeep â keep going baby, donât stop now,â she pleads. clark nods immediately, kissing on her neck while he humps her even faster. the slick is audible, gushing in between them as they whimper and slide.
âthey think I donât even touch you,â clark hums a laugh, slobbering on her throat through a wet, lazy kiss. âmmm. they think I havenât even seen you naked. they donât know I can still make this pussy feel good without even putting it in.â
she sprawls out her legs even wider, mouth open as she has her toes further up in the air, letting him take over their gyrating completely as they both leak all over each other.
âletâs cum together, honey. let me make you feel good. let go for me, cum on me. I wanna make this pussy feel nice and happy.â
clark ruts harder, faster. kisses her chin and swallows up his favorite noises that leave her mouth when they both feel the electric dip in their bellies. both of them clench, clarkâs tip stills and presses up right against her clit while he lets out his long, gushing first spurt. she cums just as heâs creaming all over her clit, making a mess of her mound and even up to her stomach. they both roar and hum and whine as they rub out their highs, the splatter of all the evidence of their innocent fun coated all over her as they catch up to their wild heartbeats.
he kisses her and hums all his praises right into her mouth, some of it even nonsense as he slaps his filthy, heavy wet tip back on the lips of her pussy and the hood of her clit.
âyou um, felt good? jeez, itâs so wetâŠ.â
clark is in awe at her shiny center, enthralled while he plays with the mess a little more. he gets shy and ducks his head back with a laugh and says heâs sorry if sheâs too overstimulated. she laughs right back at him and shook her head, wrapping one leg around his hips to trap him back in.
âyou can keep playing. itâs all yours.â
âitâs ours. our mess⊠and gosh is it pretty,â he breathes, rolling his head and tapping the sopping wet folds. âprettiest thing Iâve ever seen.â
âI canât wait to be your wife.â
âwell I canât wait to be your husband,â clark retorts, pointedly looking at her and leaning in to give her a warm, selfish kiss.
âcanât wait to feel you inside me. all the way,â she whispers. holds onto his face.
âIâll make you feel so good. I already canât keep my hands off you.â
âand theyâll never know.â
ânope,â clark grins.
eventually, shortly after clark proposed they graduated to âjust the tipâ making both of them cum after only a few shallow pumps of clark tearing her open with just his crowned head. and he grazes her g-spot with the most perfect angle to drive them both crazy. but in public, with their matching shiny engagement rings gracing their fingers, they still are perceived as modest as can be.
oh my god i was on pinterest and i saw saw this GOLD. can we get a smutty professor!janet fic⊠where its like really nastyâŠâŠ please and thank yous⊠đȘ»đȘ»
professor jackson, if ya nasty â„ janet jackson
PAIRING: professor!2000s!janet jackson x student!black!fem!reader
to you, college professors were some of the most stubborn teachers alive simply because of how strict they were when it came down to grades, rounding them up, and finalizing them, and Professor Jackson was no different from them.
the semester was coming to an end and youâd just submitted your last assignment of her class before the final exam sheâd be giving out next week, but the problem is that your grade was sitting right at an 89.95%, which was a B, and you knew it wouldnât be rounded up to a 90%, which was an A, because it was explicitly stated in Professor Jacksonâs syllabus that she didnât do that sort of thing.
granted, you had very high hopes for your final exam and didnât think youâd bomb it when the time came, but you also wanted to have a high enough grade to the point where if you did do bad on it, your final grade would still be high and wouldnât jack up your GPA.
you knew most professors didnât really give out extra credit assignments, especially during the closing of the semester, but you couldnât risk not asking at least once to see if she had any in store for you or not, even if she truly didnât have anything for you.
as the class wrapped up and came to an end, you were packing your things up with practiced ease, going slower than you usually would because you wanted to be alone when you asked Professor Jackson for extra credit â mainly because you didnât want any of the other students trying to ask for extra credit as well.
some might call it petty, but you didnât give a damn. you worked your ass off all semester long, so if she did have any extra credit assignments, it belonged to you and only you.
luckily for you, it was a Friday afternoon, so the classroom cleared out much more quickly than it did on any other day. tossing your backpack over one of your shoulders, you clutched the strap to keep it stable as you walked down the aisle of seats and headed down to Professor Jacksonâs desk, watching her turn off the projector and move with grace to clean off the whiteboards.
âProfessor Jackson?â you called out, catching her attention, as her hand paused mid-swipe on the whiteboard and her head turned back towards you, a small smile crossing her face while she watched you walk over to and stand in front of her desk, âcan i ask you somethinâ?â
âsure, sweetheart, what is it?â Professor Jackson asked warmly, the term of endearment sending butterflies right to your stomach, as she sat the whiteboard eraser down and walked over to her desk, standing behind it and properly meeting your gaze.
âwell, i was wonderinâ if you had any extra credit assignments i could do to bump up my grade? i know the semesterâs close to ending and whatnot, but iâd really like to ace this class and my gradeâs still stuck at an 89.â you explained, adjusting your backpack on your shoulder, as Professor Jackson pursed her lips together and slightly tilted her head, a soft hum emitting from her vocals while she looked at you in deep thought.
you watched as her eyes scanned your face before dropping to your lips, her gaze lingering there before moving lower and eyeing your body down. you honestly thought your mind was playing tricks on you⊠until her gaze settled onto your cleavage and you watched her tongue dart across her lips, wetting them a little before her eyes abruptly meet yours again and she smiled innocently â as if she hadnât been unashamedly ogling her student.
âmeet me in my office later on today at 6:30. iâll have somethinâ for you then.â Professor Jackson offered sweetly, though the look in her eyes showed something much more salacious than her tone let on, as you smiled widely in relief before suddenly pausing, a look of confusion finding its way onto your face.
âwait⊠i thought your office hours ended at 6?â you asked, a bit dumbfounded, as Professor Jackson smiled at you and let out a soft laugh, slightly shaking her head.
âthey do, but i want to make sure thereâll be no interruptions when we discuss your extra credit opportunities,â Professor Jackson assured, gently nudging her glasses up the bridge of her nose, as she adjusted her blazer and loosely crossed her arms, âso, iâll see you at 6:30?â
you smiled a little, oblivious to the look in her eyes, and you nodded your head as you looked at her for a final time before heading to the classroom door, âsee you at 6:30.â
at exactly 6:30, you knocked on Professor Jacksonâs office door twice to announce your presence, quickly glancing around the empty hallway before pushing the door open and stepping inside her office.
softly closing the door behind you, your gaze averted to your professor, who was sitting behind her desk with her blazer off and draped the back of her chair, the sleeves of her white dress shirt rolled up to her elbows, and her hair free from its half-pulled back and half-down state and now cascading down the sides of her face.
one of her hands slightly hovered above the keys on her keyboard and her other hand covered her mouse as her eyes remained on her computer monitors and she kept her back turned towards you, but you could tell she was aware of your presence because her posture straightened just a little.
âlock the door fâme, sweetheart.â the soft sound of Professor Jacksonâs velvety voice hit your eardrums and you blinked, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, as you slipped a hand behind your back and turned the lock on the doorknob without thinking twice, the soft âclick!â sounding out into the room and briefly mixing with the soft clacking of keys.
your eyes remained on your professor and you watched her finish up what she was previously doing on her computer before she shut it down and swiveled around in her chair to face you, that signature warm smile spreading across her face as she looked at you.
âare you nervous beinâ alone with me?â Professor Jackson teased, slightly raising her eyebrows, as she reached up and gently removed her glasses from her face, sitting them aside before turning her attention back to you, âyou havenât moved away from the door since you closed it.â
a small bashful smile crossed your face at the realization and you quickly cleared your throat before letting out a soft chuckle, the sound a bit more timid then your usual chuckles, âiâm sorry, it wasnât intentional⊠i just, umââ
ââgot distracted by me, i know. i felt you starinâ when you walked in,â she finished your sentence for you and grinned knowingly as she stood from her chair and gently nudged it back with her calf, her gaze remaining fixated on you while she slightly tilted her head, âcâmere, pretty girl.â
your breathing got caught in your throat at the term of endearment and you swallowed hard as you felt your heart skip a beat and you stared at her incredulously, not knowing if this was actually happening or if it was all in your head.
âProfessorââ
âJanet,â Professor Janet Jackson interrupted you for a second time and she smiled at you, though you could tell there was something tantalizing in her seemingly innocent expression, âyou can call me Janet when weâre alone. now are you gonna câmere or do i have to repeat myself?â
your feet moved before you mind could make them. you walked over to her desk slowly, as if you were waiting for her to say she was just kidding, and you went to stand in front of it before her hand quickly shot out and she grabbed your wrist, pulling you around the desk and in front of her instead.
âcâmon, donât act shy with me, sweetheart. i see the way you look at me during my lectures. you donât hide it very well,â Janet grinned teasingly, her hands lowering to grip your hips, as she lifted you with ease and sat you on her desk, a soft gasp falling from your lips and your eyes widening at the action, âthe way you watch at my hips sway when i wear pencil skirts. the way you stare at my arms when i take off my blazer and roll up my sleeves. the way you stare at my hands instead of the board when iâm writingâŠâ
Janet gently pulled your thighs open and moved to stand between them as her eyes examined your face and her hands slid up from your thighs to your hips again, splaying her fingers across them and teasingly squeezing them, ââŠyou want me, donât you, baby?â
you stared up at her silently, as if in a trance by not only her proximity but her beauty as well, and your throat suddenly felt dry as you gave her a small nod of your head, earning a soft chuckle from your professor.
âuse your words, pretty girl.â
ââŠy-yes, i⊠i want you.â
Janet smiled victoriously at you and she hummed softly in satisfaction as her hands slowly explored your frame, one of them creeping up to your waist while the other slipped around to the waistband of your jeans.
âremember those extra credit opportunities i said iâd have for you?â Janet purred, biting her lip at you, as you swallowed hard and nodded again, your breathing now a bit heavy from her hands on your body, âthis is it⊠let me give you what youâve been wantinâ and you wonât have to worry âbout a single grade in my class, baby.â
you couldnât believe this was happening â the professor youâve been attracted to throughout the duration of your semester is willing to give you exactly what youâve been dreaming of: a passing grade that youâve been wishing for since she gave you your first assignment and raw, unadulterated pleasure from her fingertips â and maybe even more.
ây-yes⊠please, Janet, i want you. wanâ you to touch meâŠâ you confessed in a needy whimper as you lifted your hands and grabbed ahold of her forearms, tugging her closer between your legs and getting a big whiff of her delicious perfume.
âmm, thereâs my good girl,â Janet cooed sultrily, her hand on your waist gently caressing your side, as she slipped two of her other fingers through a belt loop beside the button of your jeans and she teasingly tugged at it, âtell me how you want it. how do you want me to touch you?â
âi⊠i want your fingers inside me⊠please.â you whimpered desperately, your breathing slightly hitching at the tug on your jeans, as Janet sexily grinned and she let go of your belt loop, her fingers moving to unbutton your jeans and pull them down your legs with ease.
she tossed them aside and spread your legs again as she looked down at your now slick underwear, noticing the wet spot sitting in the gusset of them. smirking to herself, she hooked her fingers inside the waistband of them and slowly pulled them down your legs, holding the pair of panties on her fingertips to analyze the wet spot better.
âoh, look at that,â Janet sighed in bliss as she eyed your wet underwear before tossing it aside and focusing her attention back on you, âyouâre all wet fâme, sweetheart? is that right?â
ây-yesâ God, yesâŠâ you profusely nodded your head, the action almost desperate, and Janet smirked at you as she stepped closer to you and gripped your waist to hold you in place, her other hand resting on your lower abdomen before she slowly slid it between your legs and cupped your pussy in her palm, âJ-JanetâŠâ
âmy name sounds so pretty cominâ from your mouth, baby. such a good student fâme, arenât you?â Janet purred as her fingers found your clit and she rubbed it in steady circles, causing your back to slightly arch while you moaned out to her, âso pretty down here, too⊠youâre so beautiful, sweetheart.â
a whimper fell from your lips at her praise and she leaned forward as she tilted her head and buried it in the crook of your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your heated melanated skin while her fingers continued to work your clit. one of your hands cradled the back of her head and your fingers threaded through her hair as your other hand held onto her forearm, your body arching into her touch while your head tilted back to further expose your neck.
âP-Professor,â the word fell from your lips with ease and somehow went unnoticed by you, but the sound of it made Janetâs kisses pause and her fingers speed up, âfeels s-soooo goodâ oh, f-fuuckkkâŠâ
âtell me how good it feels,â Janet murmured against your neck, raising her head, as she let go of your waist and grabbed your neck instead, lifting your head and making you look at her while one of her fingers slid inside of you, âtell me how long youâve been thinkinâ about your professor touchinâ you like this.â
âf-for so long,â you gasped, your eyebrows slightly furrowed, as your hand left her hair and you grabbed ahold of her wrist, your eyelids slightly fluttering while your hips rolled forward to catch the rhythm of her finger, âmmh, i⊠i-iâd think about you makinâ me cum just l-like this⊠makinâ me yours over and over again.â
âyou wanna be mine, sweet girl?â Janet cooed teasingly, slipping another finger inside of you, as you let out a needy mewl at the sensation and felt her fingers pick up speed, her thumb starting to rub at your clit while her middle and ring fingers fucked into you, âwant me to claim you and keep you all to myself?â
ây-yes! ohhhhâ nnnngh, f-fuckâ yessss!â you whined as your hips rolled against her fingers to match her thrusts and your eyes rolled back, a furrow forming between your eyebrows while your thighs twitched, âm-make me yours, mama, please!â
âthen cum for me, baby. cum on my desk. let me juice this pretty pussy, sweetheart, câmon. give it to me. give it to me right now.â Janetâs filthy words sent you over the edge and your head fell back as your thighs quivered and your jaw went slack, your mouth hanging open while whines and whimpers fell endlessly from your ajar mouth.
â (18+) Your big strong boyfriend is always needy after his workouts.
He came home still in his gym clothes, muscles swollen and glistening with sweat. The second the door shut, that intimidating exterior crumbled. He dropped his bag, walked straight to you, and wrapped his huge arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck with a quiet, almost desperate sigh. âMissed you so much,â he mumbled against your skin, already nuzzling closer.
You smiled and ran your hands up his broad, damp back. âCome on. Shower.â In the bathroom, he barely waited for the water to warm up before peeling both of you out of your clothes. Once under the hot spray, he became even needier. His big hands roamed everywhere â squeezing your ass, sliding up to cup your tits, pulling you flush against his hard, slick body. His thick length was already half-hard and pressing hot against your stomach.
âCan I have you?â he asked softly, almost shy despite how massive he was. You answered by wrapping your fingers around him and stroking slowly. He groaned low in his chest and lifted you like you weighed nothing, pressing your back against the cool tiles. One strong arm held you up while the other guided his dick between your thighs. He pushed in slow, inch by thick inch, until he was buried deep. The stretch made you moan, and the sound seemed to break something in him. He started thrusting with deep, powerful strokes, the wet slap of skin echoing in the shower as water poured over both of you.
âFuck⊠you feel so good,â he rasped against your mouth, forehead pressed to yours. âI always get so fucking needy after the gym⊠just want to be inside you.â His hips snapped harder, fucking you deep against the wall. One of his hands slid between your bodies so he could rub your clit in tight circles while he pounded into you. The combination of him stretching you open and his fingers working your clit had you clenching around him within minutes.
âThatâs it, baby⊠squeeze me,â he groaned, voice rough and wrecked. âGonna fill this pretty pussy up.â He came hard with a deep, broken moan, burying himself to the hilt and pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside you. The feeling of him throbbing pushed you over the edge too â you came with a loud cry, walls fluttering around him as he kept grinding through both your orgasms.
Even after he finished, he stayed inside you, still holding you tightly against the wall, pressing soft, almost worshipful kisses to your wet neck and shoulders like he wasnât ready to let go yet. âStay with me a little longer,â he whispered, still soft and needy despite the mess heâd just made of you.
The way he fills you is surreal. The thickness of him makes your gummy walls stretch to their limit, warm and wet while they grip him tight.
He groans lowly once his hips are flush against yours, your thighs spread wide to make space for his huge body.
You're so full, pussy completely yielding around his heavy cock, and Clark can see that there's not a single thought left in that pretty head of yours.
He presses down on your lower belly and just grinds his hips against yours, rubbing against your g-spot, his fat head brushing your cervix.
You squirm at the feeling of him throbbing deep in you, breathlessly whining out, âClark.â
âIt's so much to take, baby, I know. But you're doing so good,â he assures, leaning down to kiss your jaw. âMy good girl.â
Every thrust empties you completely before filling you to the brim again. Over and over, he fucks into you, feeling the way your body struggles to fit his girthy cock even though youâre delighted to have him in you.
âBreathe, baby, breathe,â he reminds you when your little whines and mewls turn into quick, shallow gasps. You try to obey but struggle a little because it feels like youâre so full of him that thereâs no space left for air.
And when you two are done, you end up stuffed full of his cum, the thick, creamy liquid warm as it pools against your cervix. It coats your inner walls and drips out of you, dribbling down your ass to gather underneath you on the bed. Clark is quick to help you into a pair of panties so your sore pussy doesnât waste a single drop of his sticky release <3
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18+ frank castle x reader
â he's a pounder âê«áȘĘ
Frank presses your legs back hard, folding you nearly in half until your knees frame your ears. The stretch burns sweet in your hips. Heâs heavy over you, chest to chest, forehead locked against yours so every ragged breath you take is shared.
He's buried to the root. Every brutal snap of his hips drives him deeper, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room. He doesnât ease up. He keeps pounding, grinding the head of his dick against the softest, deepest place inside you on every thrust until your body jerks and clenches around him. âLook at me,â he grunts, voice rough, eyes locked on yours. Dark, intense, unblinking. âDonât you fucking look away.â
You canât. Not with the way heâs staring into you while he wrecks you. His forehead stays pressed to yours, sweat sliding between your skin. Another hard thrust bottoms him out completely and a low, broken groan rumbles out of him straight into your mouth.
âFuckââ He snarls it against your lips, hips slamming harder, faster, driving you into the mattress with every stroke. The bedframe complains. Your body takes every inch, stretched open and held open, nowhere to go but deeper under him.
He keeps grinding in deep, forehead glued to yours, eyes never leaving yours while he pounds you through itâgrunting, groaning, fucking you like he needs to crawl inside your skin and stay there.
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