name calling | clark kent
cw. breeding kink, mating press, unprotected sex, name-calling, explicit smut, MDNI
synopsis. clark calls you mama because he's gonna make you one.
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clark's got you folded in half with your knees pushed up and your legs spread wide while he fucks into you in a mating press. a pillow rests under your hips so he can push in as deep as possible, tip kissing your cervix each time he slides all the way in with a wet plap. it makes you keen and squirm each time he bullies your cunt open with his cock, slamming in and out of you enough for his heavy balls to slap at the curve of your ass with each thrust.
the eye contact in this position is devastating. your face is so close to his, your mouth falling open as he pounds into you. he leans down and presses hot, open mouthed kisses against your lips, capturing all the little sounds you make. your thighs are handles for him as he spears his cock nice and deep into you, making sure that his tip kisses all your little sweet spots. he grinds himself as deep as your tight walls will let him.
he wants you stretched wide, he wants you helpless beneath him, and he wants you looking at him while he ruins you.
"mhm... jus' like that." he groans breathily while his hips smack into yours hard enough to make the mattress squeak under both of you. you're clenching around him so tightly that he has to work to keep shoving his cock inside you; your hole sucking him in each time he tries to pull back. you squeal at the push of his cockhead kissing your cervix, and he groans into your mouth, eyes glassy. "you're gonna beā¦ ah gosh- gonna be my baby mama. y'know that? i'm gonna make you aaaall mmf mine."
when you try to squirm and hide your face in your arm, he just grabs your wrist and pins it back down against the mattress so he can see every twitch of your expression while he's fucking you open like this. his pupils are blown, his mouth half-open from how heavy he's breathing, and every time you gasp or your eyes water he groans like you're milking him on purpose, addicted to the way your cunt tightens the second you get shy under his stare.
"look at me, mama," he pants, voice low and wrecked, forcing your thighs wider when you try to close them against his hips, "wanna see how pretty you look when i give it to you. when i fill you up." his cock presses so deep with the next snap of his hips that your stomach flips and pussy throbs. "fuck, feels so full" you echo back, and he grunts, wanting you to address him by his proper title. he slams into you, bullying your soft insides with his girth. if you're mama, that makes him... "clark! ugh, daddy, i can't, 'm gonna cum!"
he moans loud at your words, close to the edge himself. he loves when you call him dirty things while pretending to be innocent. his sweet girl is so precious. "yeah. there it is, that's my good girl." he pushes down on the tummy bulge that forms each time he bottoms out. "see here? 's what you're gonna look like, with your belly full, when i knock you up."
you whimper at the words while his cock slides in and out. there's less resistance now because you're soaking his shaft, and messy squelches fill your ears with each rough thrust.
your body starts to shake and gush around him, soaking the base of his cock. he moans like it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, like you've just proven his point. your cunt just agreed to everything he said without a word. and that's all he needs to bury himself inside you to the hilt and cum so much your belly distends with his thick load.
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