giving inexperienced clark a bj for the first time… 18+
the first time you mentioned it, you brought it up like it wasn’t something entirely filthy.
“Clark, what if i sucked you off?” you asked as you took a sip of your morning coffee and clark almost choked on his cereal, stuttering like a teenage girl. “w- um— what?”
now, clark’s a good boy. he would never ever think of his girlfriend like that. he tries not to. especially when you’re two months into dating each other, i mean— his ma taught him better than to be a sick pervert. (not that he was in any way shape or form, surely.)
so when you asked him so carelessly, his first response consisted of a coughing fit.
you looked at him. “do you not know what it—”
“no-no. i know what it is, i just— i don’t know. i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or feel like you have to.” he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, leg starting to bounce. he’s so sweet about everything, you don’t know whether to punch him or kiss him.
“clark, I’m the one you brought it up. don’t be ridiculous.” you dismissed his worry with a sweet smile and he’s already melting.
“yeah-yeah. okay. sure. i’d like you to do.. that.”, voice upping an octave in complete embarrassment.
and that was it. that was the conversation you had with him before the both of you finished up and went to work.
clark met you again after twelve hours. twelve whole hours of thinking about what would happen when he’d come home to you. and in order for him not to pop a boner in the middle of his shift, he doesn’t dwell on it too much. so much for that.
now he’s on the couch, looking at you as he toys with his cuticles while you’re on your knees in the middle of his spread legs. nothing’s happened yet. you haven’t even come close to touching him and he’s already turning pink, black slacks threatening to tent.
you place your hands on his knees, caressing him up and down, up and down. and clark acts like he’s been electrified.
“baby, it’s okay to be nervous.” you try not to laugh at the state he’s in. his hair’s sticking to his forehead and his chest is nearly heaving. he looks like a kicked puppy.
“m’not nervous. i just.. i’ve never done this before.” he pouts.
a hum buzzes from you. “are you sure you want this?” you check in again— just to make sure he wasn’t regretting this for any reason. to your surprise, he shakes his head with such enthusiasm, you’d think he’d get whiplash.
“no! nono. im good. i want it. please?”
you look at him for a hot second and smile, placing a kiss on his clothed knee before sitting up on your own ones, hands slithering upwards toward his belt and he just watches. his hand keeps fidgeting with the skin next to his nail bed as you unbuckle his belt and pull his boxers down along with his work pants, freeing his already throbbing cock from its confines.
this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him, nor the second. but it’s still shocking, considering how huge he is. you start to wonder why you dug this hole for yourself— but that’s flushed down the drain once the realization really settles in. so you just say it out loud.
“you’re so pretty, clark.” you mumble, taking his length in your palm, thumb tracing his veins.
and he whines. really whines— hips bucking up in instinct, pre already pearling up from his tip. “m’sorry. sorry.” he squeezes his eyes shut like some kind of virgin.
“hey, hey. it’s okay, baby. look at me.” your voice calls out to him, slowly moving your wrist in perfect circles like you’ve done this before. wait. have you done this before? he blinks his eyes open and catches your gaze.
“you’re doing so good, clark. there’s no need to be nervous. you’re perfect.” he could’ve came right then if it weren’t for his wavering resolve.
“gonna put my mouth on you, is that okay?”
he doesn’t care anymore. he just nods with a “mhm.”, small and pathetic, on the edge of drooling like a dog.
you pepper little kisses from his base to his tip and the sides of his cock, following the veins in tandem. this alone would be enough for clark. he revels in this just the way it was given to him, and he’s just fine with that.
but then its your tongue. it slips out of your plush lips and gives a little kitten lick on the underside of his tip— ripping a whine out of him. “thats— that’s good. feels good when you do that.”
“yeah?” you do it again, eyes spotting the way his fists clench.
“yyeah.. oh gosh, yes.”
its pathetic. he’s pathetic. you haven’t even put not a single inch of him in your mouth and he’s already gone. he’s so easy, its ridiculous. he should be ashamed of it.
its when you decide to take it a step further and slide almost his entire dick inside his throat, he starts to lose his control. “oh— oh. jeez. thats a lot, h-honey.. careful.”
his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head with even the slightest feeling of your teeth dragging soft against him and the way your tongue moves along the underside of his cock. you don’t listen to him. he’ll thank you later.
your mouth is so wet and warm, he feels like he’s just opened a door to a brand new world he hasn’t had the chance of experiencing, and he almost considers it life changing. because gosh, thats exactly what it was. and he’s glad it had to be you.
sooner or later, his hands start to feel like they don’t belong to him. he rakes his them through your scalp, tangling his fingers in your hair while you work on his dick greedily, taking in all that you can while your hands twist on the parts that can’t quite fit in your mouth yet. you’ll work up to it.
your throat suddenly swallows, taking him deeper— tears start to brim on the corner of your eyes, but you don’t mind. you love the burn that comes with his size. you live for it. and you live for the way clark tries his hardest not to buck his hips into you, but he does anyway. by accident. his tip forces itself down your slick throat— and another tear streams down your pretty face.
“angel.. m’sorry. i cant— oh, man..” it doesn’t help that you’re sucking him in even more when he tries to pull you away. he locks eyes with you, lidded and fucked, but you give him a nod, cheeks starting to hollow; a sign for him to keep going. you’re telling him that it’s fine if he loses it.
and he does. he does lose it— completely.
both of clarks hands tangle their fingers in your hair, almost gripping it as he looks at you and another whine escapes him just by seeing those tears drip down your cheeks. its such a perfect sight and he feels so guilty— but you’re using his dick so good, he’s finding it hard to stop himself.
when he begins to lose control, his hips start to move, sliding his dick in and out of your throat, and it feels like silk— wet, warm silk. he feels light engulf him, and suddenly he can’t stop.
he coaxes your head down to his pelvis while his hips work into your throat in unison, forcing you to choke on the entirety of him. tears now fall freely from your eyes, and you savor it because only god knows how much he’ll be able to actually control himself next time.
meanwhile, clarks head falls back, denting in the cushion of the couch, and he’s making sounds only you’d find in a filthy porno. “m’sorry, m’sorry.. babybabybaby… I’m so sorry—” he’s babbling mindless apologies while he fucks your face in a ruthless pace, hands almost uncharacteristically harsh, stuffing your face with his cock again and again while he rambles the same apologies.
but, god help him, he can’t stop when he looks down at you. you haven’t stopped looking at him since you started, and it only brings him closer. he’ll cum just like this. from you looking at him and stuffing your gorgeous face full of him— he groans. “hon, m’gonna.. gonna cum. pl—please. oh gosh, you’re so pretty. ‘can’t stop.”
your muffled moans vibrate through his dick, and it feels like ecstasy. you don’t wan’t him to stop, its clear. and he gets it. he gets it so quick. thats why on the next gag and tightening of your throat, he’s cumming down your mouth with his mouth hung open and his eyes completely shut, whining like he’s been starved of it like some kind of hungry dog.
his hands never let go of the firm grip they have on your hair, forcing your slick throat down on him as he bottoms out and all you do is let him, because you’ll let clark have this. and you? you drink him down like you were born to do it.
after a brief moment of breathing through your nose, his shoulders sag and he lets out the deepest exhale known mankind, the firm hold on you lessening, slipping his dick out of your mouth in short increments.
the moment clark looks down, his eyes blow wide when he realizes how much he’s been so rough with you— and just like that, guilt washes through his bones.
“oh, gosh. geez. i didnt— i-im so sorry. i was so rough with you, honey. im such a jerk.” his arms extend to yours, pulling you up from your tired knees and he’s quick to use his x-ray vision to assess any injuries he might’ve caused. nothing worse than some minor bruising, thank god. but he still could’ve really hurt you. “are you okay? does it hurt?” he panics, gentle fingers finding purchase all over your throat.
you try not to find this laughable, considering he literally just dicked you down without even thinking about it. “clark-clark. im fine. it’s fine. i liked it.” your voice is hoarse, jagged around the edges and clark could just tear up until he sees you smile.
summary: driving back to the kent farm after your internship, you see your boyfriend in his tight white tee… drenched in sweat. (inspos: this p-link + this tiktok)
warnings: MATURE (18+) / pure smut w light fluff / no plot, just clark wearing a white shirt / excessive description about cocks and dicks / overstimulation / oral (m) / groping / established relationship / no penetration / mild dirty talk / reader is ovulating, clark is free-use / semi-public sex (someone walks in)
a/n: oh my lawwwd this might be my best smut piece yet !!! pls do not hesitate to comment your thoughts & reactions, it motivates me a lot when u guys enjoy my work :3
gifs from @/zanephillips !
The front door of the Kent house jingles on your arrival.
The smell of Martha Kent's town-famous pies infiltrating your nostrils as soon as you entered the door. Martha, who usually was out of the house most of the time, seemed to have some spare time because she's baking again.
And God knows how happy you are that she is.
"Sweetheart, I set you aside some pies and muffins for you and Clark to eat over the weekend," Martha says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek like a mother would. "I have to go to New York with Lionel for a charity ball… you know we need the sponsors."
You hum, taking a utensil from the drawer to eat the sliced pie on the counter. "That's great, Mrs. Kent! Though I'm not sure Clark'd appreciate you going with Lionel."
"I know," she sighs. "But it's what I gotta do. I can't run the senate seat without sponsors, we need the funding."
The moment you feel the pie melt into your mouth, you're done for. You moan loudly, jerking your fork back and forth making Martha laugh.
"Sorry—have you told Clark about it?" You lean on the counter, voice slightly stuffed as you continued eating.
Martha shakes her head, "Still trying the right time to."
She sets the topic aside, beginning to talk about things happening in the senate. Both of you occasionally laughing when she talks about something particularly ridiculous that the other senators do.
It was a sweet and lighthearted conversation you had with your boyfriend's mother; it always is. Aside from the incredible being that is Clark Kent, you're also thankful that he had such a cool mother and a wonderful father behind him. Makes you feel all the more lucky to be part of such a family.
When you finish your pie, you feel a lot more rejuvenated. Like you could take on the world. Let fate give you their biggest challenge, who cares?
"Want another slice? I have one more—"
You spot Clark come out of the tool shed through the kitchen window, the white shirt he had on was littered with black stains and possibly some oil grease. The fabric clinging onto his body like second skin, barely letting his biceps breathe as he hoisted up some tool his shoulders, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he began heading elsewhere.
Your mouth waters, mind drifting off to the image of Clark underneath you, utterly ruined and glistening with sweat. Hips stuttering, cock begging to be tended to.
Sorry Martha Kent, I just found something else I wanna eat.
"Actually, I'll eat the last piece later with Clark," you tell her, putting on a sweet, innocent smile on your face. "D'you happen to know where he is?"
Martha's mouth forms an 'o', looking behind her to glance through the window. "I think he was at the shed earlier… you should probably go check the barn. I think he's fixing up something there."
You were already by the door when she finished, waving happily. "Thanks!"
A loud mechanical sound comes from the barn, practically reverberating all throughout the farm with how loud it was. You clasp your hands behind your back, discreetly walking inside only to see the first floor empty.
Your eyebrows furrow confusedly, hands coming apart to grip the strap of your bag, looking around the area for your white-shirt wearing hunk.
"You got home early," a voice comes from above.
You immediately looked up, an amused scoff coming from you as Clark leaned down on the wooden rails, grinning at you endearingly.
"Didn't you miss me?" You ask teasingly, face beaming as you made your way to the stairs, meeting with him at the center. Arms immediately thrown upwards to pull him close. Clark chuckles, not expecting you to lunge yourself towards him. Definitely not when he's sweaty and dirty.
But that's how you like him—sweaty and dirty.
"I missed you real bad, sweets. It was—oh—hard fixing the farm without a human radio beside me," Clark grunts in the middle of his sentence, suddenly feeling your hand over his clothed member, rubbing him gently through his jeans. "You okay? I just… I just finished bringing some heavy stuff up the loft and it's…"
Clark's words trail off as you began kissing the thick column of his neck. Messily licking the sweaty skin while your hand continues massaging him, your other one resting on his shoulder.
You feel his chest heave. A low, almost silent, groan leaving his mouth the moment you bite on the spot between his neck and collarbone, same time as you pull at the hairs on the back of his neck with your free hand.
The manly smell of sweat oozing off of him has you grinding your body on his. The hand you previously had on his center, slowly moving up and under his white shirt. His firm abs flexing under your touch.
Just as his eyes roll back, he snaps into reality, pulling away haphazardly.
"B-baby! What's gotten into you?" Clark laughs shakily, confused at the suddenness of your actions. "Look, I'm all dirty," he moves his arm up to wipe away the sweat on his forehead. "Let me take a quick shower and we can continue this, alright?"
Your face drops, "No."
He laughs again, this time with an expression that has you rolling your eyes. He stared at you like the word no was the least of his expected responses. "What do you mean no? Baby, I'm all sweaty—look, my shirt's dirty. I'm dripping of sweat, sweetheart, your clothes gonna get all messed up."
The smile he offers to you was a consoling one. Telling you that he'd really wouldn't want you to be with him in such a state wherein he's not clean and spotless.
You look at him through your lashes, lips separating as you stood on your tiptoes, moving close to his ear while he quickly leans down to your touch. "All the more reason to let me suck your cock, Clark."
When you pull back, you grin devilishly when Clark looks at you with bewildered eyes. His adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably. You push him back onto the steps of the loft, his body falling defenselessly on the top section of the stairs, the two of you hidden by just a few wooden panels.
Clark swallows on nothing, the heat of your voice has blood rushing into his cock, jeans tightening quicker than usual. You throw your bag somewhere in the loft, the rattle of your things being the least of your worries.
You turn to Clark, taking one more look at him; sweaty, flushed, and very much aroused. The evident bulge in his pants and shirt has you drooling.
You climb on top of him, Clark's hand immediately holding your body to make sure you won't fall back. You kiss him with much hunger in you, aggressively swiping your tongue and biting his bottom lip.
Your hips grind on his clothed cock, the rough material of his jeans making you mewl into the kiss. Clark lets you in without a fight, tongue tangling itself with yours as he has his own exploration underneath your top. Big, manly hands cupping your breasts through your bra.
You grind even harder on his cock, a coil building up in your core despite the two of you still fully clothed. You pull your hand up to slide underneath the waistband of his pants, feeling the weight of his hardening cock on your hand. The fabric of his boxers slowly getting wet by the tip.
Clark pulls away to let out a rough whimper, raspy and breathy, his forehead scrunching up with the way you jerk him softly through his boxers. The sound makes you feel hotter, urging you to ruin him even more.
The two of you separate for a brief moment, Clark's hands immediately moving to take off his white shirt, already holding the hem when you put your hand over his. You shake your head, smirking.
"Shirt stays on, handsome," you wink at him, leaning down to kiss the firm center of his chest, keeping his eyes locked with yours.
Clark throws his head back, grunting. You take the moment to hop off of his lap and pull his jeans just past down his knees. Clark helping you out to quicken the process, now equally as aroused as you are… probably even more.
His boxers tent shamelessly, the thin piece of blue fabric failing to hide the outline of his dick as you make out a darker colored blue right at the tip. Your mouth waters at the thought of his cock leaking just for you.
You pull down the waistband of his boxers, completely captivated at the way his cock proudly stands up, just barely hitting past your lips. The ridiculous size of it has you clenching your legs together, doing your best to fight the urge to just take him right then and there.
However, you had other plans, some that supersedes the ache between your thighs… like making sure Clark Kent remembers never to wear a white shirt when you're coming over.
His cock twitches on its own, the tip pulsing with an angry shade of red. It was so hard, you swore it looked like hurt. And for Clark, it actually did—even more so when you stare at it like it's the only thing you ever wanted. His hips move impatiently, Clark doing his best to stop himself from grabbing you and doing the job himself.
Finally, your hand cautiously grabs his shaft, involuntarily licking your lips at you began jerking it off, testing the waters as you flicked your eyes up to your boyfriend.
Clark's barely hanging on. His mind is going dizzier and dizzier by the second. Feeling his sanity hang by a single thread now that you're starting to move your hand even faster. Trying to hold in the moan in his throat when you put your lips around his tip, rolling your tongue around the fat head of his cock.
The salty taste of his pre-cum made you sigh contentedly, the vibration in your mouth making him twitch.
"You taste so fucking good, baby," you rasp, holding out your tongue to lick one thick stripe on the underside of his cock. Making sure you keep your eyes locked with his, not letting him miss a single moment of your version of heaven-on-earth.
"Oh God," Clark groans, now slightly high-pitched. His eyebrows furrowing upwards, lips falling apart.
He stays there, incapable of looking away from you as your tongue began slobbering all over his cock. Tasting and tracing every vein that trail from it, like an artist mimicking lines for their piece.
You take him in your mouth, slowly and deliberately, making sure to breathe through your nose as you already feel him at the back of your throat, lips stretched to the max as you did your best to take him in, both in length and in girth.
Clark's cock is only halfway inside of your mouth when you gag, the tip hitting the back of your throat making you swallow involuntarily. His hips jerk up, chasing after the tightness of your throat as the sound finally escapes his mouth.
The sound. The whimper.
It was brief, quiet, and subtle, you wouldn't have caught it any other day but fortunately today wasn't those days. The sound makes your insides swell as Clark finally falls back on steps defeatedly. His arms stretching to the back of his head, his biceps spilling out of the sleeves of his shirt, the thought of the fabric ripping because of it making you even more motivated.
You pull off his cock with a loud breath, gasping like you had just been submerged underwater way longer than you should have been. Your hand moves up and down the remainder of his cock—the part you didn't manage to suck—your other hand coming to your lips as you spat on it loudly.
A grin comes onto your lips, Clark's eyes rolling to the back of his head when he watches you rub your spit all over his cock. Making sure every inch of him is covered by you.
You put him back in your mouth, this time having an easier time fitting him in. When you began bobbing your head up and down his cock, tongue licking the shaft, Clark's unable to control his moans. Whimpers and whines spilling from his mouth, clearly trying to use whatever sanity he has to manage the volume of his sounds.
You don't want him to, though. You want him utterly wrecked, broken, head too deep in the pleasure to even worry about who hears his beautiful sounds.
"Fuck, baby—oh god, that's…" Your sudden hand on his balls has him moving uncontrollably. Clark pulling himself up to prop on his elbows, lips red from biting it over and over again, his lust-blown eyes staring at where your hand fondled with him.
He drops his head back, feeling you swallow around his cock. One hand stroking him event faster, the other massaging his balls. Everything around him begins to blur as he slowly loses the reins of his mind.
You let him thrust inside of your mouth, keeping your breath going through your nose, letting him hear the loud and dirty sound of your gagging.
"O-oh!" He gasps loudly, eyes closing shut when you moan around his cock. Slipping off for a second to run your tongue over his bails, popping each one in your mouth before taking his cock back in. "Fuck, that feels so good baby. Don't—mhmm—don't stop, baby, please, right there."
You don't stop the smile that tries to come on your lips, every time your name slips from his mouth is like an angel whispering to you the greatest of songs.
Clark's control disappears. Abandoning his care for anything else besides you on his cock.
You do a quick motion to pull his shirt back just a bit, giving yourself some eye candy—his sweaty abs flexing—as you hurriedly try to push him off the ledge.
Clark grabs the hem of his shirt, almost pulling off his white shirt when you stop him. "I said it stays on, handsome."
He groans, dropping the fabric from his hands and putting them on either side of your head. The moment he does, you know he's got nothing else on his mind now aside from getting himself off.
Clark begins to chase after his own release. Hips thrusting into your mouth with a roughness that has you stuck on the spot. Eyes watching every strain of muscle in his features. His cock hits the back of your throat multiple times but you didn't care. Not even a bit.
All you cared about, at the moment, was letting him finish himself, letting out every bit of frustration he has about the world inside the warm inside of your lips.
"There, shit—nnghf, fuck, stay like that baby," Clark says, whiney and breathy. Pleas of your name falling endlessly.
He feels the coil in his lower stomach twist even harder. The familiar white spots appearing in his vision as he clenches his teeth together, doing his best to tip himself off the edge without accidentally hurting you.
When your fingers tighten around the base of his cock, just enough to give him mind-dizzying pressure, he looks down. Your eyes locking with his in the most erotic way you could. Then he lets go.
Clark's lips split open to let out one of the deepest groan you ever heard from him. Ropes of his cum coating the inside of your mouth as he rides out his high, grunting and whimpering every time his dick touched the softness of your cheeks.
"Shit, that was… Oh fuck," he sighs, slowly coming back down to Earth as he looks around.
You grin at him, holding your tongue out to show him his masterpiece. "Baby." he says, running his hands through his hair as the aftershocks of his orgasm still made his thighs clench.
You swallow his cum without a question. Throwing your hair to the side as you shifted in your place, peeling off your panties from underneath your skirt.
Clark smirks lazily, thinking he knows what comes next.
Unfortunately for him, you weren't done yet.
You throw your panty over to him, Clark catching it with ease before he holds it close to his face, just enough to get a whiff of your wetness on it. His eyes darkening the moment he sees it absolutely drenched.
"You did so good for me, handsome," you purr, coming on top of him to nip at the neckline of his shirt. Licking the beads of sweat twinkling down his neck. The salty taste of the liquid making you hum contentedly. "So fucking good."
"Let me take care of you now, sweets. Must be so drenched for me, huh?" Clark tries to slide off your top, running his hands all over your sides.
You chuckle, the glint in your eyes telling him something different. "I'm not done with you yet, baby. Just relax for me, m'kay?"
You sit back up, sitting on top of his thighs, your skirt bunched around your hips to give Clark a sight of what's happening to you underneath that composed facade of yours.
Clark watches you with anticipation, tongue coming out to lick his lips as he tries to prop himself up with his elbows again.
"H-hey!" Clark stutters, eyes widening when your hands grab his cock again. It was still hard, leaking, and even aching. You're not sure just one release gets the job done. "Sweets, I just came…" he breathes, voice cautiously low. "It's your turn now, c'mon. Let me take care of you." He tries to pull you up from your position, maybe even have you sit on his face as a way to return the favor.
You don't budge though. You slap his hand away with your free one, leaning down to put your face beside his cock. The lewd sound of his cock sliding in and out your palm paired with the subtle tingles of overstimulation, and your erotic eyes, it gets the same fire inside of him burning again.
"Just give me one more, Clark. One more and I'll let you take me," you pause, tilting your head to his cock, spitting on it loudly, "…however you want."
Clark glares at you, jaw clenched and body tense, his eyes holding a sense of determination that tells you he's not turning down your offer.
A proud smile comes on your lips, giving the base of his cock one kiss before you start jerking him off. Using your spit and his pre-cum to slide it smoothly. You use both of your hands now, one at the top focusing on his tip, while the other moved up and down his length.
"Mhfm," Clark groaned, his tip being too sensitive right now. His face getting warmer by the second, body clenching uncontrollably. "B-baby, it's… oh… fuck."
"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow, taking your hands off abruptly making him thrust upwards into nothing.
He looks at you wide-eyed, shocked and confused. You only chuckle at him, slowly placing your hand by his face, open palm by his mouth. Clark stares at you, awaiting your word.
"Spit." Clark gathers up his saliva for a second before spitting it all in your hand.
You smile, thanking him sweetly before you went back to your position. Letting the feeling in his stomach subside before placing your hands back. The hand with his spit placed over his tip, swirling his own liquid around the engorged head.
It was right then did Clark understand how fucked he was. How fucking dirty all of this is.
Worst of it all, he can't even do anything. He's fully at your mercy. Having to take everything you're giving to him without a complaint.
You find your pace, wasting no time to finally get that second release you desperately wanted from him.
Clark doesn't fight it anymore. He lets out every groan, whimper, and moan he has in him. Your name being at the top of the his lungs as he continuously called out for you, begging and pleading to let him come.
"Please, baby, I'm—I'm almost there baby."
"You gonna come f'me?" You tease, batting your eyelashes innocently.
"Uh-huh, keep going," Clark nods repeatedly, his features scrunching up as he feels it start to hurt, start to tingle. Somewhere between the pain and pleasure of the overwhelming sensation—that's where he is. Almost at the top. "Yes, baby, just like that."
You decide not to torture him even more, letting him have his release as you continued to move your hands with a faster pace. The sounds of his cries slowly getting louder.
Then, you hear a voice downstairs.
"Clark? You there sweetheart?" Martha Kent.
His eyes shoot open, hand immediately slapping over his mouth to stop his own moans. He looks to you with panic, but you only smile wider.
"I've finished baking!" Martha called again. Apparently she's been looking for you as well. "When you find her, head to the kitchen, alright? I tried a new recipe for my muffins, try 'em out."
You swiftly, and carefully, move to his ear, whispering: "Answer her."
He shakes his head, "No," he says quietly.
"Now," you say, dropping one hand from his length to his balls.
Clark's eyes roll back, taking his hand off of his mouth. "Y-yeah, mom, we'll check… check it out in a bit!"
His voice was shaky, but you applaud him from even trying. Staring at him proudly, stars dancing in your eyes as you hear Martha's great! see you! in the back, footsteps slowly disappearing.
Clark releases all over your hand the moment you sit back on his thighs, wet slit touching his bare thigh. An aching and almost painful groan ripped away from his throat as more strings of cum shoot out of his cock. Generously falling down the tip and onto the base.
Clark's breathing heavily now. Chest moving up and down after what felt to be like the last orgasm in his lifeline. It was so strong—so intense, he couldn't even wrap his head around what just happened.
Why you were still smiling at him as your tongue licked up the cum dripping on his length, as if you didn't just swallow it minutes ago.
You clean him up, his cock finally softening just a bit in your hold. You move up to him, resting your chin on chest. "You’re so pretty."
Clark's weak scoff enters your ear. Arm weakly wrapping around your back. "Have I been neglecting you or what?"
You laugh at him, kissing his lips lightly. "Never stop wearing white shirts."
When you start rolling away to get up, Clark tightens his hold on you.
"Oh, baby," he shakes his head, tongue poking at his cheek. "You're not getting off that easily. Up the loft, c'mon. It's my turn."
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Summary: “Don’t scream or shout, I’m working my way down…”, Make it to the morning x Intimacy Cues pt 2.
Contains: fluff, smut, nervousness, Clark is hot, he’s also a munch, like seriously, tongue fxcking, because I personally headcanon him to have a long tongue think misha collins (who’s next btw) kissing, they’re also kinda dorks, pussydrunk!clark, multiple 0rgasms, he gets carried away bad, coming untouched, cursing/swearing, for the love of god don’t let him get his mouth on the box for a while after this😭, you’re secretly his girlfriend you just don’t know it yet, hell of a Valentine’s Day, am I right? @moonstruks I got the ambulance this time if u need it😉🤝🏽
A/N: Be normal. Don’t make me regret updating.
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“Atta girl, jus’ lay there nice n pretty while I give you everything you need..”
And he wasn’t kidding.
From the next seconds following Clark stripping your bottoms off and folding your trembling legs towards your chest, become a blur as your world gets overwhelmed with a new palette of sensations. Your mouth drops open in a moan when you feel his nose skim along the back of your thighs before dipping inside making you jerk, and he coos at you, warm puffs of air breezing over your center.
God, you were wet. Wet and so pretty.
It was like a gloss the way your slick covered your lips; steadily leaking from your tight hole to the point where it was borderline messy. Clark licks his lips again with a deep breath, hot gaze locked on your cunt because he just can’t make himself look away and he’s so hard he’s throbbing. Still, he has to keep one thing in mind more than anything: that you are completely new to this. Which also meant you were trusting him and you can. He’ll go slow. He’ll simply make you cum and he won’t get carried away as you get used to how you’ll be feeling during the whole thing.
The heady scent of your arousal makes his eyes lid a bit as he blows on your clit, groaning lowly when he sees it twitch, more slick leaking from your cunt. He can hear the breakneck speed of your heart when your breathless voice shyly calls out for him, you don’t look down though. You’re still too nervous but that’s okay. He’ll get you there.
“..Clark? What- um…” you trail off and you sound so sweet and he’s just so hard and all that mixed with how he’s still in disbelief that he’s even got you like this, he can’t help himself; jaw dropping open as he laps a slow, fat stripe up your pussy. Letting his tongue sit snug against the underside of your throbbing clit before closing his mouth around it and sucking- rolling it around with his tongue like a piece of candy.
To you, it happens so fast that it’s like a shot of pure adrenaline. Your chest feels like it’s caving in with each gasping moan as your body is abruptly flung into the depths of molten ecstasy. At first you weren’t sure how you felt about his face being that close to your…but the sheer hunger in his expression made you ache- anxiety slowly fading in wake of your arousal. However now, it’s also agonizing and you don’t think you’ll ever be this miserable again when that deliciously wet suction is off your clit, only to be replaced with heavy strokes of tongue that have you reeling. Tears of pleasure bud in the corners of your eyes and the heat in your cheeks just won’t leave at the sounds coming from Clark and your own mouth. You’ve never sounded so…desperate. Needy, high pitched moans tear out of your throat- sharp stabs of pleasure giving you goosebumps and you feel the urge to reach out- touch Clark so he can ground you.
The taste of you has him drunk, big hands tightening their grip as he nuzzles his face deeper into your pussy, suckling your clit back into his hot mouth with a pleased delirious hum, the vibrations of his moans travel through you and you scream. Back arching so hard, you’re almost lifting off the bed; mouth opening and closing as you try to shut yourself up but simultaneously catch your breath. It’s a stupid idea, though. Clark is just too good with his mouth and you’ve never actually had anyone make you cum, never let anyone so close but even if you had, you doubt they’d be like Clark. He’s got you floating, unable to even think of anything not involving him.
Your entire body is trembling but he doesn’t think you even notice based on the sounds coming from your lips. You’re somewhere else entirely and If he thought you were wet before, it’s nothing compared to how soaked you were now. Each swipe of his tongue is immediately replaced with fresh waves of your slick as he licked away at you. Clark said he wasn’t going to get carried away but you were so soft. So fucking soft, and wet- so ready underneath him that it was hard especially with the way you were coating his senses. His head is spinning from the sweet, heady smell and taste of you, his ears ringing from your beautiful cries. Fuck, he could eat you out forever. Heart pounding he way you were under his mouth was beyond addicting; head dipping, he sucks at your hole and it happens too all at once for you to even tell him that you’re coming or possibly dying but coming hard.
Tears spill over as a long, almost painful sounding series of punched out moans tumble out of your mouth. The warm knot in the bottom of your stomach from before seems to explode, soaking your every nerve in searing bliss as Clark treats your poor clit like a pacifier. Using his tongue, he rolls it gently between his teeth and you pray there’s a burial ground nearby after he’s done killing you. The sharp twing of pain added to the melting pleasure has you wailing through the best thing you truly never knew you needed. It’s burning, tingling, somewhat painful honestly but oh so good. You gasp, trying to come down but Clark doesn’t stop- he can’t stop.
Lapping his more than talented tongue heavily through your slit, you absentmindedly look down. So tired from your orgasm that embarrassment doesn’t even stop by but what does make your heart stop is how Clark looks.
Messy black hair is all you see before reaching down to sweep it back, breath hitching when you’re suddenly staring into his pretty blown eyes, lidded heavily in arousal. He doesn’t stop, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he slowly licks up from your hole to your clit and you go positively lightheaded. You were always painfully aware- to an uncomfortable degree- of how attractive Clark is but seeing that same face smeared in your wetness, those same maddening fangs peeking out with the pink of his tongue as he laves open mouthed licks up your cunt was too much.
“C-came already-!” You’re cut off by your own shaky whine when you feel him continue to suckle the sensitive around your entrance.
He isn’t getting carried away- fat tongue slipping inside you to taste that delicious cream from the source, sucking sloppily as he undulates his tongue and you go boneless; falling flat against your bed while Clark eats you alive. His perfect nose nuzzles against your pulsing clit as a result, and your heart skips as white hot pleasure ricochets through you. The appendage squeezes in further, and you can feel the mess that’s beginning to accumulate but you don’t care, grinding down on his face. Reaching down, you card your trembling fingers through his hair and you’re so nice about it vs. the sick way he’s eating you up that he rewards you by pulling his tongue out some just to slide it back in, wiggling with persistence against your tight inner walls, fucking you with his tongue. Every now and then- in a pussydrunk daze- he pulls out to swallow; lower face drenched in you, and then plunges right back in, cock throbbing painfully but he’s in heaven.
Your skin is damn near ready to vibrate off your skeleton, bleated moans rise to keens as Clark flexes his tongue before pulling out to flick at your pearl. Biting your lip, you start to cry in earnest. Completely overwhelmed but so good at the same time that you refuse to tell him to stop.
It's insane. How his tongue is so big it covers your entire sex at the best of each lick, tasting you over and over. He keeps lapping at you, his tongue parting the fat lips of your swollen cunny with maddening repitition, saliva and slick sliding down over your asshole. It's lewd and noisy and oh god, oh god- you’re gonna come again.
In his world, all that exists is you. You with your pretty, overstimulated pussy that no one’s ever even seen- smelling so edible and coming so sweet in his mouth as you cry for him, melting like cotton candy. He’s worked your cunt over so well that she’s puffy. Spasming at every puff of air and another nasty wet kiss is all it takes for what’s left of you to come crumbling apart.
This time, Clark’s tongue fucks you through it. Lapping up every spurt of your juices, he holds you down while you black out. Letting the consuming waves of euphoria swallow you as Clark makes out with your pussy, eyes fluttered in bliss as he shoots ropes into his pants while he licks you clean- his own orgasm triggered by yours hitting then squeezing his tongue.
A weak groan leaves your chest and Clarks mouth reluctantly pops off your cunt and you shiver at the cool air.
His broad chest heaves as he stares at the tantalizing sight that is your cunt. Maybe he did get carried away. The slight gape of your tongue fucked hole makes him swear, brows furrowing with restraint and he whines low in his throat. As much as he would love to keep going, this is about you and you couldn’t handle anymore right now. Almost guiltily, he eyes your limp form on the bed, warm hands massaging your legs idly while he watches the quick rise and fall of your chest. Adjusting himself, he licks his lips and before he can stop it- a dazed smile raises the corner of his mouth. Your taste still sweet on his lips. Clearing his throat, Clark’s mellow voice breaks the silence, cutting through the fuzz in your ears.
“Hey..”, his hushed whisper makes you smile, albeit tiredly and you whisper back.
“..hi.”
Clark sighs in relief as he stands up, draping himself over you as he lays on top, kissing your lips softly. The shy look on your face only intensifies when you feel his wet face kiss at yours, remembering why it’s wet but in a strange way, it’s nice. You also feel lighter somehow but you’d investigate that later. The second time he kisses you, on the mouth this time, you kiss him back. Lips sliding against each other tenderly before he breaks away.
“So? How was it, baby? We still doin’ okay?” You turn your head as another hot flush overtakes your face at the petname and his audacity. How was it? Your normally smart ass didn’t even have the words to string together how good it was. Instead, you let the loopy smile you’ve been fighting win as you face him, nodding happily with sleepy eyes. Clark chuckles, nodding amusingly with you, feeling his chest swell and he’s not sure if it’s entirely because of his ego.
You really do feel great. Even with him laying flush on top of you and heavy, you don’t feel that familiar itch or urge to get away from him- for personal space which is surprising given the way he was eye and mouth contact with your most sensitively intimate areas only minutes ago.
“Mmm, better than okay- splendiforous even.” You smile as you feel his chest shake with laughter, shaking his head before kissing you again.
“Dr. Seuss? Really?” He raises an eyebrow and that same feeling that started all this begins to creep back in.
“Really really but”, you don’t know how to word it so you just pointedly look down and hope he catches your drift and he eventually does. Letting out a nervous but interested chuckle, tonguing the inside of his cheek before leaning down in your ear, the way his soft lips brush your skin makes heat slot up your spine.
“What about me?” Oh fuck.
You can’t wait to ask god what he got from creating someone as unnecessarily fine as Clark when he sends you to the afterlife.
Taking a deep breath, you manage to squeak out,
“Did you- don’t you want to…y’know…” Biting his lip to keep from smiling wolfishly, Clark drops his head on your shoulder. His breath in your ear making you shiver.
“I already did, baby.”
Oh?
“But I didn’t touch you-“
“But I- was touching you. Tasting you too and when you cum-”, he pauses to kiss wetly at your ear and you gasp, “it’s contagious, sweetheart.”
Oh.
The low whimper that leaves you has him ready to run laps and he gets real aware of how naked you are from the waist down and fights to control himself because it would be unfairly easy. Too easy to rile you up, rouse your curiosity about every single touchy thing you’ve never done and take you there but he can’t. He’s worn you out enough for one afternoon and fitting any part of him in you would be a whole other struggle entirely so he leaves that for another day when he’ll be following your lead again. A sleepy yawn breaks him out of his thoughts as he looks down at your pretty face.
“Tired?” You nod but make no move to separate and he bites his lip nervously at what now. You two were in similar circles but you never got on together so your odd relationship was new. He liked you, having you in his eye from afar since forever but he also knew how much too close could unnerve you.
“If you wanna nap I can go-”,
“Nah.” He swallows, trying not to sound to happy as your arms wrap around his big frame, snuggling into his warmth.
“No? But aren’t you tired? I don’t want to intr-”,
Your snort cuts him off.
“Intrude? I just gave you your very own lipgloss; it’s impossible for you to intrude now.” Touché. “Right, so-”,
“So now, we’ll get up after I catch my breath and then I’ll go clean up and after we’ll go get fries and do whatever covers.” You say casually but he hears your heart pounding and it sounds like a dream and he smiles, kissing you slowly for the countless times within the time you’ve been together, humming in agreement. You’re thankful he doesn’t point out the darkness of your cheeks- he still flusters you.
“Sounds perfect but what if I have plans?”
“You’ll cancel them.” You say, shrugging like it’s common knowledge and he’s reminded that he’s seen you, hence he knows you’re used to getting your way.
“You’re right. Good thing I’m free then, hm?”
You nod before running your nails up his back, cupping the back of his head as you bring him down for a sweet kiss. He warms all over, humming into your lips before he feels you pat at his shoulders- signaling him to get up so you can move. He does but you stay put, staring at him until he looks around with a confused smile.
“What?”
“Cover your eyes! I have to walk to the bathroom and I’m still naked!” Oh. Aw. How cute. Instead of teasing you, he simply nods but his smile says it all as his hands move to cover his sight.
“And if you even try to peek I’ll beat you up and steal your lunch money!” You huff out and he laughs, that devastating smile making your heart skip.
He hears you shuffle of the bed then stumble a bit before you get your footing then move around, there’s the ruffle of more fabric- probably pants- before nothing.
There’s a sudden quick press of warm softness on his lips and he gasps as your footsteps quickly pad away, the sound of the bathroom door closing seconds later and only then does he put his hands down, a hopelessly enamored grin on his face as he sits on your bed staring into space with the memory of your essence still fresh in his mouth.
Yeah. He was a goner but one thing is for sure: whatever he teaches you next- he’s taking you down with him but he gets the feeling that you’ll surprise him before then.
Once Clark realized he had a perfect view of your bedroom from his barn, there was no going back. Watching you became part of his routine, and his favorite at that.
All day at school, despite having you right in front of him, he would be too excited thinking about getting home and having some alone time with you. From a distance, of course. There was something much more intimate about it.
You were relaxed, uninhibited, and sexier than ever. He swears it started off innocent, just checking in on you reading or talking on the phone. But when he would catch you changing, he found himself unable to look away.
So, here he is, eye to his telescope, watching you prance around your room clad in nothing but a towel. No matter how many times he’d seen you like this, the buzz never wore off.
His gaze darkens, shifting from protective to possessive as you drop the towel and lay up in bed. Your hair is still wet and your shiny legs spread open, inviting him to see more.
He’s been on edge, and your hand dipping between your thighs nearly pushes him right off. He grips the telescope hard enough to break it, his other hand cupping himself in attempt to ease the building tension in his body.
But with your back arched and head thrown back into the pillows, he doesn’t even have a chance to do the right thing. Helpless.
He quickly unzips his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. He strokes himself in time with the way you are yourself.
You use your free hand to cover your mouth, muffling the sweet sounds he would do anything to hear. He pictures how he would rip your hand away and tell you to let it all out for him.
He knows he’s already close and he can only hope you are too. He would never forgive himself if he missed it. Much to his relief and further arousal, you bite down on your bottom lip, hand fisting at the sheets as your hips start to stutter.
He comes right after you, making a mess of himself. He sits there frozen in both physical and psychological filth. And that’s when it hits him. How is he going to face you in school tomorrow?
The cherry on top is you strutting right up to the window, blowing a kiss and waving goodnight.
warnings: smut ofc! cheating, dirty talk, married!ck, clark is sort of mean :(, and intercourse.
Smallville!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
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With my parents out of town, I was currently in charge of the farm. Our next door neighbors were the Kent’s, they’ve lived there since before I was even born. But Clark was now in charge of the Kent farm, Johnathan Kent passed a while back and Martha Kent moved to Washington D.C. Clark and I are only 22, he’s married to Lana Lang now. I didn’t really know much about them, I had very few interactions with them in high school.
But Lana was out of town at the moment, I ran into her at the farmer’s market yesterday and she was telling me about her business she owned in Metropolis and how she had to go and take care of it.
I was in my kitchen trying to make these strawberry shortcake cookies but I realized I forgot some ingredients. The sugar and the flour. I groaned to myself as I tried to look around in the cabinets to see if maybe I just wasn’t seeing it but there was nothing. I could go to the market real quick..but that’s a 20 minute drive and it’s already 6:50 and the market closes at 7:00. I guess I could go next door and ask Clark.
I’ve never really spoken to Clark a lot so it was always awkward when I saw him. But I made it up to his porch and knocked on the front door. “Coming!” His voice rang from inside the house. As I was waiting for him to open the door I noticed my attire..I probably shouldn’t be dressed like this when seeing a married man by himself. Then again it is hot outside though. I was dressed in some really short jean shorts, cowgirl boots, and a white tank top.
The door eventually opened and I was met with Clark, he was always so tall, like a giant among the rest of us. He had on a plain blue shirt, jeans, and socks on. He looked comfortable. He gave me a friendly smile before greeting me. “Hey, Y/N! what can I do for ‘ya?” He asked with one hand on his hip on the door. I know I never really talked to the man, but I always thought he was cute. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, he was tall, muscular, and his teeth were pearly white.
“Uh-Hey Clark! I just came by to see if you had some flour and sugar? I was about to start on a batch of cookies but realized I didn’t have the flour or sugar..” I nervously said as I rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, of course! Come on in.” He cheerfully said before I smiled at him and walked inside as he closed the door behind me. He then led me into the kitchen and I decided to make small talk.
“So how’s the farm been? Seems like you’ve been doing a good job with keeping it running.” I questioned while he was grabbing a giant jar of flour from the cabinet. Clark shrugged his shoulders before answering me. “I guess you could say that..it’s just stressful at times managing this all by myself.” He started off as I hummed so he knew I was listening. “When pa was alive he had ma to help him with stuff, he never ran the farm alone.” He finished as he grabbed a spoon to scoop the flour. His statement made my brows lift. Lana doesn’t help him? I didn’t wanna pry but I was just curious.
“Your wife doesn’t help?” I asked with a tilt to my head. I probably could’ve worded that better, it did come out a bit disrespectful. He let out a laugh but it didn’t sound like he was amused, more so agitated? “Not one bit..too focused on buying designer clothes and running her business.” He responded. His tone changed, way darker than the tone he had when I walked into his house a couple of minutes ago. My intentions weren’t to bad mouth Lana..but oh well.
It went silent for a bit while Clark was now grabbing the bag of sugar and pouring some into a mason jar for me. “Clark.” I said as he looked up at me. “If you ever need help, you can always ask me. It’s not like I’m doing much at my parent’s farm anyways.” I chuckled. I guess we’re over that awkward stage. He flashed his pearly white fangs at me and I felt something flutter in my stomach. Why am I feeling this way about a married man?
“I’d appreciate that very much, Y/N.” He softly thanked me. Another flutter appeared in my stomach. Why am I feeling this way? I get it, Clark’s attractive but he’s married! Clark eventually handed me the jars of sugar and flour and I was about to be on my way but his voice made me stop and turn. “Why don’t you stick around for a bit? We can get to know each other over the cookies you were about to make.” He suggested. His tone was friendly but deep. It turned me on for some reason. I slightly turned my body and could see that his eyes were already staring at my ass.
It made me smirk and turn all the way around to get a good look at him.
“Yeah..get to know each other.” I softly repeated.
…
We definitely got to know each other, alright. I was on all fours on his dinning table, naked and spread out for him all to see. His jeans were to his ankles as he was roughly pounding into me from behind. His shirt was still on and I used it as something to steady me, pulling on it from behind as he fucked me. “So fucking tight!” He breathlessly said as he placed a smack to my ass. My eyes rolled to the back of my head before letting out a moan. “Clark!” I moaned. His thrusts quickened. I’ve never been fucked like this before.
I know this was wrong, he has a wife, but fuck did he feel good. The way his thick cock stretched me out when he first went in. The way his giant rough hands arched my back and slapped my ass. “Fuck, this is better than Lana!” He praised as he threw his head back. His compliment made my pussy flutter around him. “I know, baby.” I moaned back. I could feel his hips roll into me which made me even more loud. “I could’ve been fucked this pussy-lived next door to me for years and I’m just now fucking you.” Clark grunted as I let out a giggle in response. “That’s funny to you? Me missing out on good pussy?” He snapped with another smack to my ass.
“I’m sorry!” I whined. Clark suddenly pulled out of me and man handled me until I was flat on my back. A gasp fell out of my mouth at how quickly he shoved himself back into my sopping wet pussy. Our eyes squeezed shut at the same time. His dick was hitting spots that no man before has ever done to me. “Look at you creamin’ all over my cock.” He spat. His breath was hot on my neck. I swallowed-voice barely steady. “You’re so big!” He darkly chuckled in response. “ I know..can’t wait to see you cum all over my dick.” He cockily stated.
My legs were aching, the feeling in my stomach was building up, desperate to finish on him. I was so eager for him I started digging my nails in his back, he let out a quiet moan at the touch. His giant hand was now wrapped around my throat as fucked into me. “Look at you..creamin’ all over a married man’s dick.” He darkly said. I whimpered at his hurtful words. “What would you do if my wife walked in on us, huh? You gonna scramble to put your clothes or you gonna’ finish on cock?” Clark teasingly asked. My mouth was open but I couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry-speechless. I have no answer, no excuse for fucking him.
“Dick so good you can’t even answer.” He chuckled while thrusting into me. My back was arching off from the table as one of his hands was still wrapped around my throat. He lifted his other hand for me to see. “See this?” He started off, showing his finger that had his wedding ring on as I nodded my head. “Fuck her and fuck that marriage.” Clark grumbled before using his ring finger to rub on my clit as he was still fucking into me. “Oh shit!” I said to myself. He smirked at my reaction and that’s when I lost it.
My legs locked around his waist and my nails dug into his back. My juices were spraying onto his wedding ring, and his dick after he had pulled out of me and let my juices rain on it. His hand let go of my throat as he went to place kisses all over my neck. “Did so good f’me.” He softly praised as I whimpered. My body was still sensitive after my orgasm. Clark pulled away from me and sucked some air when he saw my sopping pussy and my juices all over the table. “Made a big mess.” He grinned as I covered my face in embarrassment. “Don’t be shy.” He stated while pulling my hands away as I groaned.
“I guess I gotta clean it all up..” He seductively says before dropping to his knees and licking some of my juices off the table. Our eye contact was intense as he was between my legs licking the juices up from the table. His tongue swirling around and making long licks. I was getting even more wet than before. I couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
“No one likes a tease.” I said with a roll to my eyes as I pushed his head into my cunt.
warnings 𖨂 NSFW 18+, MDNI. fem!reader, situationship!charlie, p in v, slight taunting, doggy style, squirting, slight corruption kink, praise.
“Does daddy know about this tattoo?” Charlie Baker chastises you as his index finger hooks around the hem of your shirt, sliding the fabric up just enough to expose the tattoo on your lower back. You’d like to say that it was a good idea, that everyone knows about the ink embedded in such a scandalous spot, but the truth behind it was pure rebellion in an effort to search for an identity of your own. Plus, all the girls in your sorority were doing it, but Charlie didn’t need to know that. If you knew the tattoo would work Charlie up so much, you might have gotten it sooner.
“No one knows, Charlie, just you.” You churn the answer out immediately, and in a matter of seconds, you’re on all fours just like you always do when Charlie comes around. Charlie is gentle as he tussles with the fabric of your denim skirt, hiking it up enough that he can slide your panties to the side and slip his cock in. It isn’t often you get to see him, but when you do, he makes it worthwhile. Charlie positions himself behind you, running the tip up and down your slit to prep you before sliding in. His length filling you up is familiar, the feeling of your walls hugging his shaft is akin to fitting the last piece in an intricate puzzle. As you both find the perfect rhythm, you find that your bodies move in tandem while you fuck back on him and he thrusts his hips into you. The gentle moans that roll off your lips are music to Charlie’s ears, offering him encouragement to overestimate the g-spot he’s become acquainted with. He can tell when you’re about to orgasm by the frequency of your moans and the sloppiness in your movements. With one cheek pinned against the pillow and your hand gripping the comforter for dear life, you don’t have it in you to warn him before you squirt around his cock.
“There you go, sweetheart. That’s it…” Charlie marvels as your juices leak out, dripping down your legs and mingling with the sweat on his thighs. His dick is drenched from the intensity of your orgasm, and he can’t help but recall the first time he made you squirt— your face hot, eyes wild and teary from the intensity, and your pink lips parted as you gasped for air. Fuck, Charlie thinks to himself, you used to be such a good girl.
“I can’t believe my good girl got a tattoo. All grown up, huh?”
hii im trying to get into writing again so send me requests, it doesn't just have to be clark! this is super short unfort but ill try to write more next time!!
NEIGHBORS - clark kent x reader
Ever since Clark had so chivalrously kept the door open for you as you rushed into your new apartment building, he had been unable to get you off his mind. Remembering the sweet smelling floral perfume that engulfed his senses when you got closer, your smile almost as sweet as your perfume. He found himself watching you at times, taking notice of your kindness. You regularly baked banana bread for the elderly couple next door, always held the elevator door open, smiled to everyone at the lobby. He'd always over-hear your neighbors calling you, "just such a sweet girl."
Which is why he felt so guilty. He struggles to meet your gaze, your sweet sweet smile reminding him of all the sounds he'd hear at night coming from your room. Clark really did feel so guilty for it all. He swears it wasn't on purpose, he's not some pervert, he wasn't trying to listen. But every night, he finds himself waiting, almost anticipating for a light buzz to be heard; using his super-hearing abilities to focus on the sounds leaving your apartment complex.
He hears a slight creak of the bed and lets out a long sigh; feeling the fabric around his crotch tighten once again as he imagines how you must just be laying on your bed. He wonders if you need help, wonders if he could be of any assistance. Then he hears it. A familiar hum of the electronic tool, he feels his groin throb with anticipation. Slowly but surely, your voice is heard, melodically spilling out moans and gasps. Clark shuts his eyes, hard. He runs his hands through his hair gripping onto them; the ache and warmth in his stomach building up.
Clark wishes, so so bad to just see you. He wonders how your face must contort as those sounds spill out of you; he wonders how sweet you really are.
"Clark"
He pauses. He couldn't have heard that correctly. He sits up in his bed, fully awake now. He hears it again,
"Clark, please.."
Upon hearing that, he involuntarily bucks his hips forward, his cock aching in his boxers begging to be released. He grips onto the sheets, shutting his eyes tightly processing, before quickly jumping up out of bed. He looks for his shoes, haphazardly putting them on as he leaves his apartment to go knock on your door.
Your thoughts are interrupted by quick impatient knocks at the door. You begrudgingly get up, not wanting to stop in your endeavors. You hear the knocks again, growing more impatient as time goes on. Opening the door you see clark in a white shirt and pajama bottoms, leaning on the door face red and sweaty; like he just ran a few miles.
Clark's eyes flutter as he takes notice of what little your pajamas cover; it's just a plain brandy set, but it's the same brandy set you were moaning his name in. He gulps, mouth dry; noticing the redness in your cheeks, he wonders if maybe you feel embarrassed. If only you knew.
"Hey, I just.." he breathes out unsure of what to say. You hum, biting your lip waiting in anticipation. "I heard someone uh I— I thought you said my name so I came," he steps into your apartment, mentally facepalming himself at his stupid excuse. Your cheeks burn, unable to look at him. Clark takes notice; watching your eyes widen. He has to physically suppress a groan when he notices you squeeze your legs together. He swallows, "uh, so do you need my help?" As you glance to your bedroom, you open your mouth to answer him but you're cut off. "It can be for anything," his eyebrows go up and he has a slight whine in his voice. He leans closer into you, he peers into your eyes with desperation; whispering softly, "please.."
You feel your stomach burn as you notice the clear hard on in his pants, a small stain forming around the crotch. "Clark?" you look back up at his desperate eyes, you slowly lower yourself onto your knees, holding eye contact with him. "I think you're the one that needs help right now," You see his breath quicken, he bites his lip; tears pooling in his eyes.
"You don't know how badly I need this right now," he starts, leaning on the kitchen counter behind him, using his hands to stabilize himself as you fiddle with his waistband. "Please." He begs again, the desperation clear in his voice. "It's been torture, all this time, I can't wait you can't do that, please baby" His hands wrap around your hair, creating a ponytail as he brings you closer to his bulge. You pull down his pajamas, and slowly his boxers as well, watching his length spring out. You feel yourself whimper at the size, veins running along his length; his leaking tip begging for attention from your mouth. You look up into his eyes as you go into collect his pre-cum; Clark gulps hard.
Never in a billion years has Clark ever thought the sweet girl everyone adored would be under his dick like this. The way you were looking at him was enough to make him cum, he watches as you kiss his tip and work your way down. Moaning for you as tears well up in your eyes as you try to take him deeper. "Baby you make me feels so so good, my sweet girl," he shakily talks, trying his best to hold on. He looks down at you, caressing your head as you bob up and down, he grips onto your hair; "you don't even know how much I've wished for this to happen, how much I've prayed." You feel him throb, "I've wanted you so so bad, felt so bad for it too.." You let your throat pull his dick in, watching his face as he tries his best not to cum.
You feel him throb again just for warm liquid to go pouring down your throat; Clark moans. "Let me paint that pretty face of yours," he pulls it out of your mouth and lets his cum spill out on your face as you stare up at him, feeling your own arousal pool in your panties.
TOM WELLING’s the type to twist your neck while he’s hitting from the back so he can kiss you. Big, thick arm curling around you so his hand can poise around your jaw, guiding you to pivot your head so you can reach him. Blanketing you with his body, his chest is to your back, swallowing your moans. You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut, the sensations overwhelming you, desperately trying to keep up with him but your lips tense up every time he hits that good spot inside you. The tip of him brushes that spongy bit that shoots electricity up your spine, threatening to make you collapse and go limp. Weakly, you hold yourself up on your hands, taking what he’s giving you while your tongues slide against one another.
