Okay, but Clark would absolutely love the domesticity that comes with doing chores with you, like something about it just completely calms him, being by your side while he cleans the dishes and you dry them and put them away, or cleaning the house and vacuuming while you dust.
And I just know Martha gently forced him to clean his room every Sunday growing up, so Sundays automatically became his cleaning day, and he always makes sure you know it's optional to join him, and you always do because you'd never let him do them all alone! So every Sunday is spent cleaning alongside him while dancing along to music.
And the end of the day is always spent slow dancing together in the living room, just holding each other as you sway along to the music.
He also refuses to use his super abilities to help clean, and it's not because he believes it is cheating; it's because he genuinely enjoys cleaning. It's always the same routine, and he finds comfort in that.
That being said, if you find him staring at the wall while he organizes something—just let him be. He's in his mind, the safest place he can be. Well, besides from being in your arms, of course.
A/N: Can you guys tell I headcanon him to be neurodivergent lol 🫣
Clark who is in heat and is getting frustrated that Bruce isn’t fucking him as hard as he wants him too, so he grabs Bruce by his hips, forcing them to slam into him hard and fast so he can get what he needs
Been reading about how Clark would get rough when he’s upset or angry…. I have a counteroffer. Clark gets mean when you guys are good, solid.
Clark Kent x Female Reader
MDNI
It was a lazy Sunday. You made breakfast in bed; he paid for take-out for lunch and you’d gone to the cinema down the block to see the one you both wanted to see. It had all been slow, casual, domestic. You threw popcorn at each other, picked it up, made out and cuddled. When you got back home, you took a shower together. No sex, just the relaxed smiles of two people of who had done this so many times. Clark was just as thorough washing your hair as you’d be, you washed his back with the loofah he liked. He stayed back shaving in the bathroom while you lathered and dressed, when he came out you were laid out in bed, with your phone in hand giggling at something. But you were enticing, delicious, covered by one of his shirts and the smallest piece of fabric he’d seen on you, panties lost between your butt cheeks, the red lace doing a poor job at covering the plump lips that protected his pride and joy. It would be impossible to resist you. He kept his hand holding your waist tightly to keep you in the position, hips to the side, back on the bed. His hand immediately got lost between those thighs, teasing you about the choice of garments.
“You did this on purpose, right? Knew what it did to me. Bad, bad girl. Need to teach you a lesson.”
“C’mon, gonna dress like that? Take it like you want it.” He ordered while his hand pulled the panties between your folds, ran over between your ass and pulled, making the thin strip press against your clit. You mewled, it was hot, it was good, you loved when Clark got meaner. But it wasn’t enough. He knew that. Once you were dripping and whining, he pulled the shirt off you in a blur and fucked you with his fingers, baiting you, telling you to stay still and slapping your clit when you couldn’t, the sting traveling through you in the perfect mixture of pain and delight.
He kept you on edge for what felt like ages, wouldn’t let you cum until he felt you had enough. Then he ripped off the flimsy, soaked, borderline ruined fabric of your underwear, placed you on all fours and thrust into you in one swift, harsh movement that took the air out of your lungs. Clark fucked fast, intense, each time he plunged it rearranged something in your insides. He kept his right hand on your ass cheek, slaps heavy whenever you got quiet- he wanted you loud, letting him know what he was doing to you. He made you beg for release, beg for a break on your abused skin. He was ruthless, mean. He was so sure of how good you two were, how solid and real and in love. He had nothing to prove; he had you to his disposal. He took you in every position imaginable, one arm over your collarbones holding tight as he fucked into you and you hung off him. He'd bring it up and press against your throat every so often, playing with your breathing like he wasn't a boy scout. Clark pinned you to the wall and bounced you on his hips like it was a simple exercise he'd do at the gym, your knees were imprinted onto your chest from holding them against them, the angle juicy and loud. He held onto your hair and pulled it to guide your red, slobbery mouth away from him when you took him into your mouth, vulgar statements leaving his mouth whenever you whined as he guided your head like a doll.
"That's what you wanted, huh? Some cock in your throat?"
"Perfect hole, gosh. You're just made for me, aren't ya? Made for me to take."
"Gonna paint your face white, hun. You'll smell me for days."
When you two were mad, hurt, pissed- Clark never took it out on you. If it led to you in bed, he'd take you like it was the first fucking time, and he needed to show you love. You had snapped at each other at a work event; the fight was snowballing since the morning when you were a little too catty about his farm boy manners. It kept brewing into tension everyone could feel, Clark waved the white flag at the dinner, but you doubled down. You pushed him away from you like he was nothing. Ignored him like he was some crazed fan begging for your attention. He was hurt, he was embarrassed, he was mad. Mad at your childish behaviour. You were being a brat; you needed to be taught a lesson.
The lesson wasn't Clark edging you until you sang his name into the stars and his hands left bruises that would stay for weeks-no, it was something much different. His teeth clenched, he made love to you with the sweetest touch, missionary, sweet, slow and intimate. The lights were off, but you could still see into those ridiculous, guilt inducing blue eyes that were telling you what he was feeling.
"That's how you treat the man who loves you?"
It worked, you whimpered 'sorry's' because you were, you were going to apologize either way. But Clark deciding to fuck you so sweet was filling you with just as much guilt as every inch of his dick. You were being mean to this man. Who got mad, looked at you like his blood was boiling, gripped his jacket as you walked home like it was his only outlet to not snap at you in the middle of the street. But when it was time to let you have it, to treat you like you were treating him, he wouldn't dare. No, he talking to you in prayers in sync with his hips. He wasn't desperate, no, he was undoing you with perfect ease. You'd talk about it in the morning, have a serious adult conversation- but this was a perfect resolution. He still told you what he meant.
"You know how it makes me feel to feel that I don't have you? You're my girl."
"See how I'm taking you? I love you so much, honey. Don't be like that."
"Gonna give you all my love, whether you want it or not. You'll feel me for days."
"You're mine, right? Tell me you love me."
He only came when you told him you loved him, with a broken groan that only meant relief and you stayed stuck together like your bodies were apologizing.
asking clark to cum on one of your little birthday cupcakes and to rub his tip in it so some icing gets on his dick……he’s like no baby I don’t wanna ruin them, they’re for you and you’re like yeah exactly, they’re for me. so I want your cum on one of them and so clark sighs but still has a shy little smile on his face when he takes his dick out and starts jacking it right above a cupcake. you guide him through what you want him to do, how you want to make his dick messy and sugary. he follows every order, gliding up and down and back and forth until the whole underside of his length is smeared in the vanilla icing, his dick print blatantly obvious on the smeared cupcake. clark warns you when he’s about to nut and you demand that he aims the tip on the icing of the sweet little treat. his cum drooling out into a little runny pool on the cupcake and his whimpering the entire time he’s riding through the high. then you thank him with a devious laugh and hold eye contact when you grab his dick and the cupcake, taking a bite out of the smooshed cupcake and tasting his cum in the middle…. taking turns going back and forth between the icing stuck on his cock and the sperm drooled all over the sweet birthday treat….. clark really couldn’t help himself but to cum again unexpectedly with your mouth on the underside of his sticky base, whining when you hum and rip your head up to wrap your lips back at the top to catch the thick shots of his load.
it’s easily one of the filthiest activities he’s ever participated in, mixtures of giddy excitement and horny shame swirling inside of him while you continue licking the leftovers of the sugary icing off his dick, closing your eyes like it’s heaven that’s graced your lips. he swallows and stutters a shaky h…happy birthday sweetie and you hum a long, grateful thank you so much baby
explicit (18+) tease!clark when he’s being a cheeky asshole
thinking about tease!clark that dangles his cock in your mouth like you’re a bunny and he’s holding the carrot, he’ll wiggle it right in your face and slap your cheek with it. not letting you even put your lips to it. you’re whining underneath him, begging for him to just let you give it a kiss, but he just strokes it right in front of you just inches away from making contact with your skin. when he spills his pre and his fat load he makes you say ahh so you catch it and swallow it all.
tease!clark sending you bulge pics, ridiculously brick hard and tip poking out of his waistband while the rest is a silhouette of his veiny boner with a little message along with it like he’s waiting for you to come home.
tease!clark who does one slow lick of your pussy at a time, only about a lick a minute. driving you off the wall from being so fed up and wet and your needs ignored while he goes slow until he rams his tongue in when he feels you’ve had enough, fucking you with his tongue slithering in and out and in and out. his tongue is so long and slippery it can reach your g-spot when he spears it in quick and deep enough at a certain angle, spitting on your pussy and calling you his perfect patient girl.
tease!clark who slaps the shit out of your pussy on days when you get impatient, spanking you until your poor little pussy is pink with the faintest hand print from his smacks. your clit is bulging, you’re whining like he’s the worst person in the world. he alters between dipping his fingers in, curling them harshly, then ripping them out to spank your pussy again. calls you his dirty girl, his bad girl.
tease!clark will snap your panties waistband as he walk by, leaving everyone else completely oblivious to how he gropes and touches you in public when he feels like driving you mad. will even intentionally drag his bulge across your ass, sliding with his hips in a way that was far from accidental with an innocent s’cuse me miss, sorry acting like you were just in his way and not what he was exactly targeting.
tease!clark leaving horny voice messages while you’re at work, ones where the sound of his palm slicking down his cock so loud and juicy and obscene making it impossible to concentrate on anything but what he was doing while you were buried in paperwork. he’ll take videos humping his tip towards the camera, peaking his cock out of the front hole of his boxers, slapping it up against the counter with his muscles flexing.
swear jar explicit 18+ mommy kink, raw, Clark being afraid to even say dick or cock while he’s getting bounced on, teaching him p0rno dirty talk, wet and messy drabble
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The idea of Clark being afraid to curse while you’re making him feel so good. His manners never seem to get lost in him even while his eyes are rolling back and you feel him jump while he’s inside you.
Even when it’s dirty talk about his own anatomy as you’re grinding your naked pussy lips all over his girth. Teasing him with little bunny hops while he’s tearing up and begging. Still not able to penetrate yet.
It gets so wet and sticky between your close bodies as you roll, humming to yourself while his cock fed you plenty of inches to rub on. Drops of messy white globs start to dust the bush of his pubes while you’re grinding down on it. He watched your needy pussy clamp up on nothing right before you’re chasing down his tip, snatching it up in your hand to finally begin feeding the crown in your hole, splitting you open when it’s intruding. When it goes in you’re filled with his warmth and relief, getting to clench your wall’s muscles around him while you still circle it around to snag on your favorite parts.
Clark throbs and gasps as soon as he feels himself going in, using his thumbs to keep you spread open for movement and the view, uttering to himself and to you -
“Mmm, make my… my p—mm, you make it feel so good baby. It feels so good. Leak on it, yeah, that’s it… s’a pretty girl. Feels like I’m in heaven.”
“Baby boy you know you can say it’s your cock or your dick when it’s just us,” you breathe with a heavy lidded smile. Never stopping the way you’re sliding all the way down to the hilt and wiggling around on it.
Clark almost ignores your reminder entirely, lost in it while you’re bouncing up and down on him. “Ohhh - oh shoot, shoot that’s perfect, I like that.”
“Yeah? This pussy making this dick feel good?”
Clark is beat red, stuttering a nod. Still refusing his whimpers allow him to utter even a word of profanity.
“Gosh.. I’m inside you so deep already. These hips… I can’t—”
“C’mon, be a naughty boy for me. Say you’ve been missing this pussy,” you ground down in circles. His pillowy balls pulse while they’re pressing up against your clit. “Say you’ve been a dirty, naughty boy, thinking about taking mommy’s pussy.”
Clark shudders and waits a minute to gather up the courage. Takes deep breaths with little moans trailing the end of them when he repents and follows orders. “I’ve—I’ve been a naughty boy. I’ve been thinking about mommy’s pussy all day long,” he heaves. Kissing lines down your jaw while you tighten around him and destroy all his willpower in beats. “Been thinking of having sex with this—with this pussy, how it makes me feel so good. I could cum right now, but m’gonna be a good boy and hold it.”
“That’s a good boy, being so perfect for mommy. You think her pussy looks good on you?”
“So…. so amazing, looks so wonderful while you ride. Wanna cum. Wanna cum while I’m inside.”
“Say this makes you wanna nut. Say you wanna bust your nut in this pussy.”
“Oh… oh that’s so dirty,” he whimpers, his own hips going wild while you meet him in the middle with a slamming pace. Liquid even splashes between your conjoining parts, obscene while Clark blushes from watching you shape circles his dick.
“Say it for mommy, be a dirty boy for mommy.”
Clark knows he leaks and adds to the mess while staring down at his lap getting ravaged, taking a deep shaky breath while his dark sweaty hair sticks to his forehead.
“I… I wanna bust a nut in mommy’s pussy, wanna make her gush, hmmm that’s gonna make it happen faster,” Clark whines. Feeling your ass shake while you vigorously ride. “Fuuuuu…. I’m your naughty boy, always gonna give you this naughty dick— feel so dirty getting to do this to you — you’re about to make me nut.”
You smile with an almost sinister looking glint twinkling in your eye at getting him to break. At fucking him so good he loses any sense of his good boy control. You see stray little tears stream quietly down his cheeks, holding onto you with nearly bruising strength. Breathing whines to himself while your pussy clenches and creams all over him in a dreamy flood.
“What a good boy, good fucking boy,” you praise with each word emphasized in a heavy slam of your hips, squelching even more obnoxious and obvious than before. “Cum in this pussy, naughty baby, you’re gonna feel so good when you let go.”
Clark cries out as his face scrunches up, whimpering while his balls shrivel up in preparation.
“I’m… mommy, mommy I’m gonna—“
“Shh, that’s it. Bust while you’re stuffed in mommy’s pussy. It’s okay. Thaaaat’s it. Doesn’t that feel so good?”
Clark is clenching his jaw and letting out more pathetic pleads when his cum starts barreling out and dripping around him as he stays lodged inside you. It leaks from the rim all around him while you keep bouncing, no room in you left while his cock still keeps you filled so nice and full.
Runny yet thick and bubbly, it rains out of you while he pulses and closes his eyes through the sensitive aftershock rounds. He’s still flustered with puppy dog eyes from the words he let leave his lips. Feels some shame at how he can’t seem to control himself when he’s around you.
“I’m gonna make a swear jar for you just so you don’t feel so guilty baby,” you coo in his ear before kissing him slow and sweet. “You’re always so good for mommy.”
That seemed to be what makes having such a potty mouth worth it for him.
“That’s all I wanna be.”
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thinking of him being a preacher boy type that wasn’t raised to say anything dirty then having a partner that bosses him around and rides him so hard he lets loose ffghghhhj
I’m still working on another part to the corrupted Clark work, they’re so endearing and sweet. this is almost like them except without any weed and adding some precious mommas boy mommy kink. I feel like he’d be so ashamed to even say cock hdjcndjs
(explicit 18+ only) thinking of a few short masochist!subby clark tales and how he’s a glutton for getting used and slapped and punished and calling you mommy the entire time
masochist!clark who loves getting his dick spanked, slapped, beat around relentlessly. loves it when you’re all riled up to make it mean. he wets himself all over his thighs and his stomach whenever you’re getting mean to him. calling him your bitch. reminding him that you own his dick and you could do anything you want with it. could pull and yank on it, slobber on it, beat on it or post pictures of it anytime you like. cause it’s all yours, it just so happens to be attached to his body. but he assures you he’s all your property
masochist!clark bows down to you. revels in being made of use as your toy, always squealing and crying so prettily when you muffle his sounds either by jumping on top of his face or roughly stuffing your balled up panties in his mouth. he’ll fuck you and give you his best dick day or night, before work and after work, tired or restless. doesn’t matter. every time he gets to fuck you it felt like an honor, like a privilege. and he’ll always tell you so. clark’ll spread his thighs out while his dick was weeping from your usual torment, slapping his cock and balls and watching his skin turn red and his tip all milky - he’ll gasp with tears brimming his eyes and whisper yes mommy. do whatever you want with me. I have to make you happy
masochist!clark who loves when you smack and even choke him during sex, riding him hot and wild when you’re getting ready to cum all over him. his thighs shake and he tears up almost every time from the sensations and the overstimulation. clark can get so shy when he’s on the brink, going in for a sweaty hug while he’s pleading for permission to release. you know, his usual pathetic whines like I need to. your pussy’s so good, mm—s’too good, m’not gonna be able to hold it, I’m sorry baby, mommy I’m sorry. mommy it’s coming. I can’t stop-
masochist!clark that feels blushy but proud and delighted when you brag about how good he gives it to you to some mutual friends. leaving out certain necessary details but alluding to enough to let them get the picture. how submissive he is. how he’ll cry and cum loads and nuzzle into you like a puppy when you’re done with a fuck. your mutual friends would tease clark for being so slutty and easy for you, and clark can only bow his head into your shoulder with pink cheeks and a stuttered explanation of yeah uh— I’m, well uh I’ve always been in the palm of her hand so…
what they don’t get to know or see are the times he sucks your clit while you’re at your own dinner table, sipping wine and rocking your hips into his mouth while he’s down on his knees and suckling down right on your sensitive nub, kitten licking you down like a cat with some milk. or the sex tapes you make him film of him bending you over and zooming in to how your ass ripples with every pounce, painting his dick white while you call him your favorite toy. in some tapes you’re mounting him, shoving his boxers flap open so they stay on but his dick is still up and out. you’ll fuck it like you’re mad at it, rigorously slamming yourself back up and down again and again, whimpering from the size of his cock while you try maintaining your leadership role, your dominance. I—I want some private time, just to use your cock, just me and your cock okay? I need to use him tonight. I need to cum on him and use him for a few hours, alright baby boy?
and masochist!clark is such a whiny obedient bitch that he gives up all the power he has and gives every ounce to you, assuring you with gasping and slurring of yesyesyes use this dick baby, use it all you want, wanna be everything you need, just take all the dick you need from me baby, it’s all right here. it’s what I’m here for and clark always cums loud and long, voice uncharacteristically high pitched while he bucks into your pussy helplessly and hides his face right in your collarbone to sniffle and desperately suck on your skin.
when masochist!clark is about to cum he’ll recycle the same phrases like I’m your toy mommy, I was made just for you, for this. please… keep using me, that’s—that’s it, I’m gonna hhhhhuh—don’t stop mommy, mommy it hurts, it hurts I just need to cum! I need to, don’t stop though, don’t stop using me please—
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not even proofread I couldn’t care less for something random
mmmm yum I BEEN saying sometimes feet stuff is pretty hot cause it’s so unconventional and weird so that’s what makes it more naughty and funnn
foot rub (but not the normal kind) explicit 18+
it starts off like a teasing little gesture during one of your sleepovers, ending some joke’s punchline with a little pat on his crotch with your foot but it makes clark disgustingly flustered. you do it again without realizing it after another laugh during some movie you guys put on for basically background noise, and this time clark grabs your foot and keeps it there. doesn’t look at you at first, too shy and ashamed to, but then when he does you feel how he’s gotten hard in record timing. swelling up through his sweatpants right against your foot. so you grin and keep rubbing your foot there in repeated circles, soon getting stopped by clark who just yanks your foot by your ankle that much closer. starting to dry hump your heel, stray little muffled whimpers while he ruts.
“wow, look at you. enjoying yourself huh?”
clark’s nose, ears and cheeks turn red as he nods once, not stopping his hips from the heavenly friction that takes him to cloud nine. doesn’t need to even take any clothes off to feel this good. his dick is happy to press up against any part of you, your feet clearly no exception. he whines a little again and speeds up his hips, long forgotten your joke that got him here and the movie still playing on. he feels a wet spot grow on his crotch where his tip is and says a breathy half assed sorry baby when he notices your foot he’s been rutting up on got sticky from him too. saying sorry didn’t mean he wanted to stop though, clearly still basking in the soft surface of your heel and holding onto your ankle tight while his hips go, freely humping himself until completion.
you wonder why his sex drive’s been so high and his cock so sensitive lately, anything you do seemingly throwing him off and distracting him up until he’s busted a fat load. last night he even rut himself up against your leg in bed like a horny mutt then fell asleep with cum stains in his boxers. crusty and sticky white slop everywhere in his night clothes, yet still after a shower and some down time, here he was again now during the day trying to satisfy his rut by pressing up his hard on anywhere you’ll allow him. his eyes squeeze shut and he holds his breath like he’s never been more focused on anything else in his life.
“I’m gonna, I’m gonna….”
“shh, I know, I can tell. cum for me, cum on it baby, I know you really need it.”
“I… I do, I need it so much—“
you spread your toes and latch onto the thick outline through his sweatpants, catching him off guard with the intensity while he gasps and humps your foot hard about five more times, muttering words you wouldn’t even be able to comprehend as the little puddle grew bigger and bigger.
“c’mon dirty boy. cum on your girlfriend’s toes,” you egg on.
clark’s whine is so boyishly high pitched it’s like music to your ears every time when he finally rips his cock out to peak out of his waistband, shoving it in a wet slide against your heel. spurts shoot out one after another after another, landing on the bottom hem of his hoodie, his bunched up sweats, your toes. you wiggle them around and play with his tender cock when he winces as he lets out one last leak, his last runny drop of cum dripping down his length and spilling to his sticky balls.
“sticky boy needs another shower already,” you click your tongue, shaking your head while rubbing your toes together to feel the thick consistency of his cum stuck between them.
“I know,” he agrees. head down in light embarrassment at how easy he is to rile up. and how he’s already thinking about fucking your feet again, and wrapping both around his cock next time. you giggle at him once again and tell him there’s no need to be so embarrassed, trailing your sticky white toes back to his messy cock and smearing the mess together. his cock bobs up again like it already wants more attention, especially when you take a finger to gather up a stripe from some that had spilled down and giving it a lick. it turns clark on so fast like he’d gotten lit on fire and you were holding the match, once again snatching your foot to press up against his dick to slide his naked cock against it even more with the help of his creamy slick.
his eyes are filled with a meek desire like he’s ashamed still that he’s begging for your feet some more already but finds it pointless to try to resist — asking you a timid “can I? again?”
and well, with that voice and that hopeless pretty face, who are you to ever deny him another round when he needed it this bad?
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dirty boy,…, sticky boy,., I love to imagine messing his shit up just with your toes and he goes totally insane
clark being dominant + pretending he’s the submissive, mommy kink, pubes, messy spit and cum, size kink
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“I… I don’t wanna cum yet, baby you just started—“
Clark doesn’t let her pleads steer off his rapid pace. He’s beneath her, thrusting upwards with grit while his balls slap against her every time he’s all the way back in. He needed this all day. She could cum multiple times if he wanted her to. It didn’t matter to him that she’d get loopy and exhausted on top of him after just a few minutes of gushing all over his cock.
“Shhh. You don’t have a choice,” he breathes, stills his hips as they raise all the way up off the bed, the pubes on their groins each meeting each other as he gets every inch snug right in.
“You have no choice. Cum on your baby boy’s dick, come on, you’re supposed to feel good, so feel good then.”
She gargles on her spit in the middle of a long whine. Feeling him twitch in her walls while he’s in so, so deep, she thinks he’s stretched her as far as she could stretch. Leaks some on the base as he holds her by her ass and then pulls all the way out, kisses her clit with his tip, then shoves himself all the way back in.
Her clit aches, her walls clench, she feels like an animal. Getting used like this, filled like this. Molded and fucked into like she’s a doll made just for collecting his cum and taking all his cock’s beatings. Clark laughs and sweats, shushes her while he bounces his hips back up and feels her leaking more by the second. Adding sloppy friction so thrusting all the way in just felt and sounded that much better.
“Cream on me, baby, cream on it. Yeah. That’s it.”
“Y…You’re… You’re so deep—”
“Right where I’m supposed to be.”
Clark is smug as he grabs an ass cheek and smacks it, turning her cheek red as he extends his neck out to kiss her chin.
“Mmmhm. You know you have to. It feels too good to slow down,” Clark hums. Closes his eyes and rushes his hips upward, not even feeling the ache of the workout of thrusting upwards at such a rapid speed. If he did feel sore later it wouldn’t matter.
This position, these deep, quick thrusts were the easiest way to make her pussy weep and gush a mess. Since he memorized her body, the techniques that got her sopping wet, he liked to punish her with all the overwhelming pleasure every now and then and draw it out until she couldn’t feel anymore. Until he milked her so good she was gaping, dripping the evidence out, and snoring right on his lap just after cumming as many times as he made her.
“Spit in your baby boy’s mouth. Do it. Don’t disappoint me now, honey, I need a drink.”
She nods with her mouth gaped open, body stuttering with each of his hard thrusts while she gathers up all the drool she could and aims her head over right over his sprawled out tongue. He holds her hair back as she hovers, hums while her drool spills out in a long, warm drip right onto his mouth, tongue and chin. Can’t help himself but lick the rest off, swallowing it right up before grabbing her hand and forcing her thumb into his mouth. Starts to suckle, dragging his lips up and down her digit and humming some more around her knuckle. Doesn’t halt his thrusts or break his speed.
The slapping sound still ripples every time their bodies meet, joining right to the hilt and gaining a bigger and nastier mess on both of their thighs while she tries to keep holding on as to not fall over on him.
Clark licks on her thumb, finally slows his dick down, but still ensuring he goes in deep. She’s sat on his lap with his sweaty, heavy sac bunched right up against her ass.
“Still holding your cum, Mommy? Don’t hold it, baby, I know your pussy needs this.”
“I’m—I’m holding it for you,” she gasps, eyes dumb and rolled back while he easily bounces her up and down on him for the both of them. “I’ve been holding it. I can’t. You’re so big, baby.”
“You aren’t used to it by now, honey? Thought your little pussy had fun on all this cock. You want me to only fuck you with half?”
Clark is clearly taunting her, grinning while he demonstrates by only hitting her walls with the first three inches of his dick. It’s still so thick, even at the head that it alone has spit her open and made her bleed before. She panicked more than he did. Clark just soothed her with his tip, not caring when she bled all over him and got accustomed to his chubby size.
“No, no, fuck me with all of it. Please. My pussy wants it all.”
“Mmm, are you sure it isn’t too big?”
“Yes! Oh, god yes.”
Clark hums a laugh, playing with a strand of her hair, playing soft and innocent before he ruts all the way back in. Relishes in the reactionary moans while a fresh wave of milk comes dribbling out of her pussy, smoothing the way even more for every thrust. His cock is milky, shiny. Down to his balls. It’s always heaven for Clark, it’s exactly how he wants to beat her pussy up every single time.
“Yeah. Yeah you really fucking need it. Need all this dick to feel satisfied. Turned this pussy into a brat. Now she won’t feel anything if anyone smaller ever tries—“
“No one but you,” she interrupts with a high pitch gasp. Clenches her walls to emphasize her point, leaning down to kiss him, wet with spit while their tongues tangle. The reassurance already pleases Clark.
“Good girl. I love my Mommy. So loyal,” he breathes. Presses himself back to the hilt again, taking a finger to dip down into the mess, in their shared milk. Drags his finger around her pussy, getting it drenched in her bush and his before raising the finger up to her mouth and having her suckle.
“You like how we taste together?”
“Mmmmhm, so good,” she slurs. Licks the finger clean and then keeps sucking just for fun.
The visual has Clark losing the last bits of control that he had built up, now gradually leaving his body to deflate like a popped balloon. He stutters a curse and speeds his hips back up, pleading with her to cum with him at the exact same time.
“Come on baby, come on momma, let’s feel good. Together. I’m gonna make you.”
“I’m gonna cum—“
“You fucking have to. Oh yes, yeah please, all over my dick— all over me right now—”
She squeals and tightens as hard as she can, dribbling the mess of her finish as she simultaneously feels his nut start to burst right inside her. Each spurt, weak at first, starts to strengthen in both thickness and longevity. Painting her guts with everything milked out of his balls. They both cry and groan and hold onto each other, Clark rubbing her back and biting her shoulder with her name barely audible mixed with all his whines. His dick trembles and she feels it all. It made her finally want to take the last few moments to take on the control, rocking her pussy back and forth while Clark’s humming gets hilariously desperate and loud.
“Baby,” Clark laughs with a helpless wince. She laughs and still humps on his tip, little wet sounds more prominent now after their shared cum spills out. “You wear me out.”
“You wore me out as soon as you first put it in,” she retorts, still grinding like a bunny in his lap, bubbles of liquid still running down, taking Clark’s breath away while he watches with his lazy, horny eyes.
“I love to wear you out. Have to keep treating that pussy right.”
“Mm, you always do. Look,” she plants her feet on either side of his thighs, letting him get a closer, better look of her creamy pussy and his cum slathered dick.
“Fuck… fuck we can go again. Use our cum like lube,” he breathes. Trails his thumb over her wet clit and rubs, teasing her with a raised brow, hoping she takes him up on his offer.
“You know I can’t get enough of this cock.”
“I can see that.”
Clark pointedly looks down. He hasn’t fully been able to look back up since.
“Do you want me on top,” he offers. “I’m not tired. I can fuck you fast again.”
She laughs and lifts her body to pull his cock out, tumbling backwards with a lazy fall backwards to the foot of their bed.
“Mm. Hey, be careful baby. Don’t get too dumb.”
He cradles the back of her head while jacking his dick with the help of the mess they both made on it. Stroking her face and slapping her cunt with the brunt weight of his cock before he sinks just the head right back home.
He demands she open up her mouth so he can spit all over her tongue as he thrusts deep inside, getting lazier with his aim and ending up spitting on her face instead. Not that either of them had any objections whatsoever. She marveled in getting covered with it, opening her legs up and high in the air to free up space for his pounding yet again. He has her eat some of their cum that splashed out of her, getting some dripped all over her face right on top of all his spit while he dangles a finger that was covered in the mess.
Clark could bow down to the very sight. Seeing his love so drenched and coated in parts of him. His spit, his cum. While she takes him all the way. It has his head spinning with adoration, with gratitude, and a primal possessive need for binding her to him with everything he can.
Batman who's just hooked up with superman a few times after years of mutual pining and then panic-ghosts him for a week trying to process wtf just happened.
When he finally gets his shit together he heads over to metropolis to talk about it, get a sense of where Kal's mind is and if he's interested in more (or at least if he wants to do that again). But just as he's about to approach Bruce spots him flying into a random apartment in the middle of the night.
After a bit more casual stalking Bruce finds out superman repeatedly spends the night at this same apartment instead of going back to the fortress. He also discovers that this apartment belongs Clark Kent, the one reporter famous for having multiple private interviews with superman when no one else has managed more then a quote. They've had a well documented public relationship even though they refuse to make any public appearances together or clarify what the nature of that relationship actually is.
It really shouldn't come as a surprise that superman has found someone else to sleep with while Bruce was unavailable. He wasn't upset. It's not like they were in a relationship. Bruce should have known someone like Kal doesn't stay on the market for long. He's not mad but he does want to know more about this Clark.
He knows its not technically his business but if he's losing his one shot at even another hookup with Kal he has to know who he's losing it to. (not that he's jealous or anything). So he invites Clark for a private interview with Bruce Wayne to learn more about him. Aside from boring things like stability, what could this man provide that he couldn't. Why would Kal choose this random civilian over him.Unfortunately pretty early into the interview bruce gets his answer.
After just a few minutes of conversation he realizes fuuuck this guy is perfect.
Dammit! he's falling for the competition
Stupid Clark with his stupid glasses and his stupid heart of gold and his stupid country twang. No wonder Kal wants this guy, he's fucking amazing.
yk those comic scenes where batman is in the crazy position fighting a villain? likes he’s bent down tied up, or he’s on his knees spread open, wrists tied being him to his ankles? i imagine superman fighting the biggest boner of his life seeing batman like that pre-relationship.
“Distress signal from Batman. I told him he couldn’t take them on is own.” Wonder-Woman groans, as the Justice League immediately head to rescue him.
When they arrive at the scene, they find Batman in a very promiscuous position. His hands and ankles are tied together, and they’re tied together to the ceiling, having his legs pressed up against his chest straight up, his thick muscular thighs (and ass) on display.
“Are we interrupting something? Why the fuck are you in a sexy pose?” Green Lantern immediately asks, as him and Flash start laughing. Superman is a bright red and immediately covers his face. Unfortunately his x-ray vision has him still looking. Flash starts taking pictures, as they keep making fun of Batman.
“Dude, you definitely don’t skip leg day. Sorry for assuming you do. Just thought you were hiding some skinny-ass legs under that cape. Didn’t realize you were hiding the fattest ass I’ve ever seen!” Green Lantern adds, wiping away tears from his eyes.
Batman groans. “Are any of you actually going to help me?” He asks.
Wonder-Woman rushes to release him, ignoring the comments Green Lantern and Flash keep making. “Superman, come help me release him.” She asks. Superman flies over, his face still red and refusing to make eye contact with Batman, and helps release Batman. Once Batman is released, he falls and lands onto Superman’s lap.
“…” The silence shared between Batman and Superman is louder than Green Lantern and Flash’s laughing in the background. Superman’s face has turned an even brighter red, and he immediately knows Batman can feel his erection.
“Oh god. Seriously, Superman?” Wonder-Woman huffs. Deciding to spare him, she doesn’t say anything and just walks away. Batman is glaring at Superman.
