M!Reader x Clark Kent.
This is the kinda lover I can imagine him being-
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Warning: smut, 18+, MDNI!!!
He fucks you slowly at first, like he's afraid of being too much.
He knows how big he is, how your stomach bulges when he presses in just right. He sees the way your back arches, the way your mouth parts, trembling and breathless, already stuffed so full of him. And he still asks if you're okay. Always. Softly. A kiss at your temple, even while you're shaking.
But then there's the moment he hears your breath hitch and sees you look down. Sees you watching your own belly stretch with the obscene outline of his cock. Something flips. That quiet awe in his chest turns into hunger.
He rocks into you harder, the bed frame groaning under both your bodies. He watches your thighs start to quiver. Watches your hands scrabble for anything—him, the sheets, your own cock— and he doesn’t stop. Just breathes heavy and praises you, voice thick with arousal.
“You take me so good, baby,” he whispers. “Every time, I swear, you fit around me like you were made to. Just perfect.”
