Hi hi! If your requests are open, can I request clark Kent x kryptonian topdom male reader?
I feel like with clark being so strong, he's never been able to truly let go during sex because he didn't want to accidentally hurt his partner. Like one second he'd lose it, and BOOM his partner's pelvic bone is shredded (this thought keeps him at night LMAO poor baby) so with a kryptonian reader, he can let himself go, he doesn't need to think when reader is rimming him. He can cry and thrash as much as he wants because reader will keep him pinned down no matter what. And when it becomes too much, too many orgasms wrung out of him and dripping with cum, he'd try crawling and squirming away. Only to be dragged back and fucked till he can't remember what day it is <3
That's quite the description, I had an idea right off the bat but I didn't get to write it until now. Hope you enjoy itꜝ
Super Couple
⊹˚��.ᯓPairing: Clark Kent × Kryptonian!Male Reader
Coming home to see Clark humping your shared bed, desperately trying to get off without you. He hasn't been able to. He needs your touch, wants it so badly. He hardly hears you come in as he fists the pillow caught between his teeth to muffle his frustrated moans and groans.
The first thing he feels is your hand on the notches of his spine, sliding down to grip the fat of his hip. He tenses for a moment since you caught him in the act. Looking over his shoulder all red-faced and flustered while trying to explain why he's as bare as the day he was born.
But you weren't listening to any his empty excuses, you're too busy letting your hands roam the lines of muscle along his body. And it's already responding obediently to your touch, dribbling pre between his thighs as he arches his back perfectly.
Soft moans and whines escaping his lips when you spread his cheeks apart to look at his already lube-slicked hole. "You couldn't have waited for me to get home could you, Clark?" There's a slight edge in your tone that makes a shiver go down his spine.
He only nods, not trusting his voice at the moment─ especially with how you're thumbing his hole. Easily sliding in a finger or two and purposely missing his prostate every time you curl them.
"Were you at least thinking about me?" He knows your teasing him─ punishing him a little for not waiting until you got back home. "Yes- could only think of you." He stammers out, backing his hips to feel more friction just as you retreat your fingers.
"Felt so lonely without you," Clark whines, he'd beg and urge you to stop playing with him but he can't find the words. And then you went and lifted him off the bed slightly, moving him so his hips are raised higher. You don't even give him a moment to register what you were planning as your hot mouth touches his skin.
Teeth digging into him as you bite down on the flesh of his hip, peppering his skin with kisses as you make your way to were your fingers are pumping in and out of him. Licking a long stripe and pressing the flat of your tongue against his fluttering rim.
The grip you have on him keeps him from squirming away, allowing you to ravish him to your heart's content. Clark vision goes hazy for a moment when you eat him out more vigorously. He swears there's a new set of holes on the wall but that's something he'll worry about later. All he can focus on right now is your tongue bringing him near the edge.
He had been so close before you arrived that he came embarrassingly quick. The bedding's soiled but that doesn't deter you from giving his hole one last fleeting touch just to see him shudder. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he looks back at you, his lower lip trembling as he spills out even more pleas.
Will you fall victim to those pitiful puppy dog eyes and give in to his begging or tease him until he's a crying mess? He does look so pretty when he gets all teary eyed...but perhaps another time.
He rolls onto his back and his legs fall open, giving you ample space to get between them. His cock flushed red at the tip and slick with his spend. If you were feeling generous maybe you would have jerked him off a couple times, get him all sensitive and tightly wound.
But he's getting impatient. Wrapping his arms around your neck and smashing your lips together, hungrily licking at your teeth and saying all kinds of things. "I'll be good, please." He hopes you take pity on him, give in to his wants and needs as he shamelessly rolls his hips up towards you for any sense of friction.
It's hard to deny him when he gets like this.
Grabbing the back of his thighs and folding him in half, he scrambles to grip your shoulders. His cheeks set ablaze as you have a clear view of his most intimate parts. Swallowing down a moan as you free yourself from your pants and tap your cock against his hole.
The flared head catches on the rim when you grind against him─ taking in those desperate noises he makes before pushing just the tip in. Though that won't do, Clark wants to feel all of you. Have his eyes roll back and his jaw go slack as the ecstasy makes him short circuit.
If you'd let him he would be more than happy to fuck himself on your cock, spilling out how much he loves you. How good you are to him for letting him feel like he's in the clouds. He doesn't have to worry about hurting you, you can handle it.
But your pressing him down against the mattress as you plow into him. Filling him to the brim with your spend as he clenches around you like a vice. With choked moans and sobs due to the overstimulation mounting on and on, he spurts out more cum over his stomach and chest.
Writhing in your grasps as you keep up with the punishing thrusts of your hips, skin slapping against skin in an obscene symphony. His unshed tears rolling down his cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, raking his nails down your back as he clings to you like a lifeline.
You'll be sure to kiss his tears away and pamper him sweetly, since he's taking you so well. He deserves some well-deserved tender care after he's had his fill. And it's not like Clark is going to let you get away anytime soon.
⋆˚࿔ summary ⇾ You couldn’t help yourself, his sounds were just too pretty // Clark being loud in bed.
nsfw. mdni.
I love him sm
You felt sorry for your neighbors, really.
With the way Clark sounded? How loud he was? Yeah, complaints were sure on their way. But you encouraged him. Praising him and showing complete interest in every little sound that poured from his mouth. By no means were these sounds forced. No way. Absolutely not. Not with the way he gripped the pillow his face was shoved in (a poor attempt to conceal the noises) and how he pushed himself back to meet your thrusts. It was a beautiful sight to see if you were being honest.
“Lemme hear you, Clark,” you cooed, as if you haven’t been hearing him for the past thirty minutes. He mumbled something, or tried to. What? He couldn’t help it, you were fucking him too good.
“I- mmm..” Clark hummed, body jerking with each and every one of your thrusts. After a short beat of silence he decided to speak up again. “M’being too loud.” At least he’s aware.
You leaned down over his body, chest now pressed against his back. Pressing a kiss to his nape you thought about what to say, then it came to you. “We can worry about that later, baby, but right now I just need to hear you, hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.” You are so, so lucky he loves you.
“But the-“
“Later, baby.”
Right.
Clark squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth falling open but no sound coming out. The friction from his cock rubbing against the sheets of your bed felt almost as good as your cock drilling into him (plus points for helping him get closer to his orgasm). “Oh..” he gasped. The more he lost himself in the feeling and focused on how good his cock felt trapped between his stomach and the bed, absolutely throbbing and possibly an angry shade of red only fueled him on more.
“Gonna cum for me again, Clark?” He let out a broken hum in response, yet another poor attempt to answer you. As a few seconds passed, no longer caring about how loud he was being, Clark soon found himself letting out soft moans and loud whimpers. Even rutting into the bed to chase his orgasm while still attempting to meet your thrusts. The two of you drew closer and closer, Clark being the first to empty his load. You didn’t stop fucking into him until you came, though. Feeling as he tightened around you before loosening up again. Leaning down over him you kissed right in between his shoulder blades, because why not?
Your grip on his hips were tight, and you didn’t plan on moving your hands for another few seconds. But then finally, with a broken moan you came inside of Clark for the second time—painting his walls white once more.
You kept going through the aftershocks, only deciding to stop when the feeling started to overwhelm you. When you pulled back and saw Clark, you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t turn you on. He was beautiful. Eyes closed and mouth open, panting onto the pillow beneath him, cum oozing out of his hole as he tried to control his breathing. God, you could go on. But if you kept focusing on him like this you’d end up hard again, which you didn’t want right now. So, you softly nudged him so that he could flip over on his back. Which only made it worse for you. For some odd reason the drying cum on his stomach and the sheets turned you on. But you pushed those thoughts aside (tried to), and pulled him in for a kiss. When the two of you pulled back his eyes roamed. First on your face, then on the mess he made. Which was big. Causing a huge wave of embarrassment to come through him.
“Oh, jeez.”
To the people that put in requests, y’all are absolute angels for waiting this long 😭.
Everytime I peruse the Clex Hashtag anywhere a piece of me dies because there is never enough Bottom Clark😔 enough of this Top/Dom Nonsense and let my man get the dicking down he deserves✊✊
One night, you and Clark are sitting on the rooftop of some apartment complex, eating food from a nearby street vender and talking about nothing in particular.
At one point, you refer to Clark as "an open book". He seems to take some offence to that.
"I'm not that open" he says a little defensively. You cant help but give him an amused look.
"Clark... You're incapable of not telling people things" he huffs "I'm Superman!" It's almost endearing.
"Yeah... Name one person who doesn't know that, one person in your personal life besides Jimmy"
He doesn't have an retort for that "I can keep a secret". "Ok then, tell me something about you that I don't know. Something you haven't already told me in the barely five months that we've known each other".
And he does. He slowly, embarrassingly admitted that no matter where you are, or what you're doing, he can hear you. It's part of being Superman, he can hear everything all the time but most other things are background noise.
Every time you've sworn after stubing your toe, every time you've idly sang to yourself while cooking. If he really wants to, he can see you as well, although he can control the vision more than the hearing.
It's not until you're back in your apartment, alone, that you realise just why he was so red while telling you this.
The next day, when you knew that some minor disturbance was going on -one you knew he'd be taking care of- you test this little theory.
Laying yourself out in a position you knew he loved, and slowly stroking yourself until you were hard and leaking.
Then you got his attention
It started with low groans of his name under your breath, but you weren't so kind for too long.
You mused in between pants and moans, telling him how pretty he was, what you wouldn't give to have him on his knees here. How mean he could be to make you take care of yourself, leaving nothing but the memory of his perfect ass to get you off.
You weren't entirely sure he'd actually heard any of it, until a few minutes later your phone started buzzing. Apon answering it you were met with a very disgruntled, and even more flustered Clark.
For the next few weeks news stories and social media posts alike ruminated on how much trouble Superman had with such a simple threat. There were journalists and bloggers speculating that there was something going on with him, something bad that took his attention.
The talk died after a few days, but it as still fun as anything to watch Clark go red anytime someone at the daily planet mentioned Superman's "slip up".
