Would you rather take your shot with a crazy clown who will give you a 40/60 percent chance of living (only with trauma) OR donald trump with no hair and a mac suit?
clark kent using his x-ray vision while he fucks you <3
clark kent x fem! reader
minors dni, 18+!!
you could feel it in the way clark gripped your waist as he pressed into you, hips rolling with a slow, steady force. the pads of his fingers dug into your skin deep, no doubt leaving marks after. his light moans perfectly in tune with his thrusts, eyes half lidded behind his fogged glasses that had slid down a little. but his gaze was locked on you regardless, like he couldnât look anywhere elseâ he wasnât allowing himself to. he was lost deep into your body beneath him.
oh god, and he felt deep, too. feeling him stretch you in such a way, like he was buried into your core. he snapped his hips into yours with a sudden movement, causing you to dig your fingers into his shoulders, dragging them down his toned back. âoh my..clark, itâsâ youâre so deep..â
he pulled out just enough to make a noticeable difference for when he slid back into you. you whined at the sensation of being full again, causing his breath to hitch. you took him so well.
âyou okay, baby?â
you nodded, faster than you wouldâve liked, arching your back. âi.. yeah.. i can.. oh god i can feel you in my stomach,â you moaned out, words faltering in pleasure.
clark slowed his thrusts to almost a stop, heart racing at the thought. his voice was deeper than youâd heard before. it was rougher, laced with lust.
âi know. i can see it. i can see me in your stomach.â
your eyes fluttered at his words. you barely had time to process before his hand left your waist to grab the hand you still had piercing into his back. he put your hand onto your stomach and placed his own overtop. he pulled out, pressed your hand against your skin, then pushed back in, forcing you to feel it. your whole body tensed at the feeling.
âwhat?â
âx-ray,â he said, his tone simple but weak, like he didnât want to admit it, âright now, i can see just how deep i am.â
he pressed your hand into your stomach more as his pace picked up, hips rolling harder into you, pulling a moan from deep within you.
âoh, clark, itâs so..â
âright there, sweetheart. you feel that?,â he breathed, looking down at your stomach, eyes faintly glowing, âyouâre taking all of me... good girl.â
that damn near killed you, wrecking you completely. you needed him faster than before, needed to feel him hitting as deep as he can, as fast as he can. you wrapped your other hand around his neck, pulling him down until his forehead was pressed against yours. âf-faster please.â
âyes, maâam,â and with that he obliged, hips snapping quicker as he buried himself to the hilt. both of your breathy, raw moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. he couldnât hold back anymore, he didnât want to. not with how wrecked he had his girl underneath him. his hand never let go of yours, holding you down to feel just how full he can make you feel.
âlook at you, clenching around me like that. wish you could see it, too.â
oh fuck. you couldnât hold back anymore. your normally sweet, gentle boyfriend using his superpowers against you in the bedroom was enough, but hearing such filth come from his mouth? itâs enough to send you over the edge.
he tilted his head, lips brushing over your ear, âi can see you coming around me from inside.â
the second he said âi can see you comingâ, you were done in. you moaned his name, just short of a scream, legs locking around his waist as the walls of your core clenched tight around him. he gasped as his own release surged through him, hitting him just as hard as your own did, watching himself spill into you as your slick leaked out.
never once did his hand leave your stomach as you came, now locking his fingers with yours over the top of your hand. his breathing was heavy against your neck, voice quiet and softer as he pressed light kisses to your jaw and cheek. âthatâs it.. thatâs my girl.â
your legs were still wrapped around him, though the tension in your body began to ease. after a few minutes of catching your breath, he raised up and let go of your hand, placing both beside your head. âyou okay? it wasnât.. too much, was it?â
you were quick to shake your head no, a laugh leaving you, âno, never. though, you seeing me come through my stomach was.. a lot. but in a good way.â
he smiled, kissing you lightly. âitâs.. itâs something else, iâll tell you that. and i meant it, i could see every single bit of it. itâs beautiful. youâre beautiful. how perfect you take me, how your body holds onto me when you come.. most beautiful thing iâve ever seen.â
people are making edits. everyone is getting shipped with everyone. there was cheering at the post credits scene. avengers tower fan fiction is being written. marvel is SO BACK
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