𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏
🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓
summary - it's hard being superman, and even an alien needs to relieve stress.
warning - smut, gloryhole.
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
Clark didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t even know why he was here, of all places. But he had been so frustrated lately with hiding his secret from his friends and trying to take out the bad guys Clark couldn’t keep up without exploding. When Lex let him in on The Strawberry Shack, he turned it down and couldn’t even think about it without turning red, but after about a month or so. Clark had only one last option, and that was the place he was currently standing in front of. He awkwardly stuffs his hands in his pockets as he walks through the door and up to the counter, handing over some cash before he heads in the direction the woman points.
Clark enters the room and looks around, gnawing on his bottom lip, not knowing who to choose before his eyes zero in on you and your juicy plump ass. He slowly makes his way over, feeling his pants tighten as the scent of your sweet arousal fills the air. He clears his throat, his hand going down to adjust himself as he stands in front of you. Clark’s gaze darkens, licking his lips at the sight of your weeping cunt. He takes his throbbing cock out of his jeans, squeezing and stroking it before aligning the massive thing with your tight hole. He slowly pushes in, grunting at how tight and warm you are. Your sweet sounds fill the room, hands gripping the bed underneath you at how large this unknown man is.
His head tilts back, breathing heavily as your walls squeeze around him. Clark picks up his pace. No longer feeling awkward and shy, he slams hard into you, gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. Satisfied pants leave his lips, feeling the anger and frustration drain out of him and into you. Moans pass your lips, biting the pillow beneath you as he pounds into your sweet spot. His hand goes between your legs and finds your puffy clit, rubbing and pinching it. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your core tighten as your end builds up. His thrusts start to pick up, slamming harder and faster, deeper inside of you, grunting when your walls tighten around him, and your juices flow out.
Clark’s eyes roll to the back of his head, feeling his cock twitch and his balls tighten before a loud moan leaves his lips, emptying large amounts of cum deep inside of you. He slowly pulls out when he’s done, tucking himself back into his jeans and zooming out. He takes off and hopes that no one he knows saw him there.
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