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celinelikecelinedior · 3 days ago

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face sitterrrrr

nsfw, face sitting

clark kent was a very self-indulgent man. it was probably one of the first things you noticed about him.

if you ever asked him for anything, it was yours before the words could even finish leaving your mouth. you would always get the bigger piece when you shared a treat and your side of the bed was the one where the mattress felt softer. sometimes you joked he was purposely spoiling you to ruin you for future partners.

yes, he was ruining you, for sure. because when it came to satisfying you, it was a task he took way too seriously. even when he was inches deep inside you, making sure you were feeling good was simply not enough to clark, he needed you to reach the point of tears from how much pleasure he was giving you.

though that also meant clark could often get so caught up in giving you pleasure, that it made it hard for him to voice his own wants.

one of the few times he actually bringed himself to do it, you were almost too far gone to even properly register. your hands were tangled in his curls, thighs trying to squeeze together but blocked by his own form between them while you squirmed on his lap. you were already completely bare, and the friction caused by the contact against the fabric of his boxers made it impossible to do anything but moan shamelessly into his mouth.

when you started to rock your hips against him, a straining, rock hard bulge already pressing against your cunt—that was when clark released a shaky exhale, like he was trying to gather up courage, and quickly mumbled under his breath: "iwantyoutositonmyface."

you pulled away, head tilting to the side as you tried to make sense of what he had just asked you. your head spinned. "i—you what?"

but then clark looked up at you, and the expression on his face was like he was begging you not to make him ask again. you said no more then, only nodding your head and gently pushing his chest to make him lie down on the bed.

now, legs already positioned against both sides of his head, you still couldn't help but feel a small pang of worry. you didn't want to hurt him. "but what if i... suffocate you?"

clark's shoulders shook slightly with a chuckle, dimples showing. "sweetheart, you're not going to suffocate me, i swear."

you swallowed. then slowly started to lower your weight towards his mouth. he held your gaze, deep blue eyes glinting with a hungry, foreign emotion that made your walls clench around nothing.

only a few inches away from his mouth. you hesitated. "clark, i—"

"baby, did i say hover? sit."

you barely had time to squeal in surprise before he was tugging you by your hips, finally aligning his lips to your dripping cunt. and when he did, you swore your eyes rolled all the way to the back of your skull. a hand desperately clutched his hair, tugging the strands in an attempt to brace yourself.

clark groaned against you, eyes fluttering shut. the vibrations shot a sharp spark of pleasure right to your core, and you couldn't help the way your hips involuntarily rocked against his tongue.

his glasses were tilted to the side and already fogging up with your own heat. you reached to pull them away from clark's face, only to bring up a trembling hand to place them over your own eyes. his eyes shot up at that, and the vision seemed to do something to clark.

at the sight of you wearing his glasses and nothing more, one arm wrapped even more tightly around your lower back. his other hand gripped your ass and possessively pulled you impossibly closer to his face, like he was scared someone would try and snatch you.

his chest rumbled with a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a moan, eyes still locked to your face as his tongue swirled around your clit, then moved back down to push against your wet hole.

and when the coil already forming in your stomach threatened to snap, when your head fell back with a long, pleading whine, the intensity in clark's gaze while he watched you fall apart on his tongue told you he wasn't planning on letting you go any time soon.

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celinelikecelinedior · 3 days ago

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nsfw, size kink, passing out because of/after sexual act

thinking about how clark has absolutely no idea about how attractive you think his size is.

you did not consider yourself a tiny woman, nor did you want to view yourself that way. there was something you found embarrassing in the way some women would minimize themselves to make their male partners look more masculine, and everytime a guy would even try to manhandle or minimize you in any way, you would immediately excuse yourself with nothing more than a no thank you.

but that was before you met clark kent.

you noticed the dimples first. sure, he was a very well atractive man, but you weren't particularly looking forward to having any kind of relationship in the current moment. you could save yourself the drama.

but then he stood up to greet you, and you had to crane your neck to look up, up, up—and god he was massive. your eyes were probably the size of a pair of lemons by the time he had risen to his full height with a soft, welcoming smile and mumbled a shy "hi :) i'm clark", humbly offering to shake your hand.

you thought he was playing it at first—the way he seemed to be so clueless to the fact he was probably the biggest man you've ever had.

like the first time he came over to your house, he offered to cook you dinner and accidentally banged his head on a cabinet he forgot he had left opened. he winced in pain and squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his palm against his temple with a "ouch—gosh that one hurt".

meanwhile, you couldn't even offer him help because you were too busy gaping at him, mouth open and eyebrows raised almost all the way up to your hairline—because since you moved to this apartment, you barely used anything on that cabinet because you couldn't even reach it without needing to prop yourself on a chair.

or the way he could barely fit inside your car. you never thought too much about the size of it—it served you just well, and you could drive comfortably without any struggle. but everytime clark would sit on the front seat, the whole vehicle would slump under his weight.

it still shocked you to this day. he couldn't even use the sun visor because it blocked his entire view of the road, since his head reached so high it would be literally touching the roof.

the first time you ever made out, you were still barely doing anything and you accidentally let out a whole ass whine when he lifted you from your seat beside him on the couch to place you sitting on his lap. he only needed to use an arm to do it, hand firmly wrapped around your waist and hoisting you in the air for a split second before setting you down on top of him. he stopped kissing you immediately, eyes frantically scanning your face for any hint of discomfort. the oblivious pout on his face was nearly infuriating when he asked: "are you okay? i... did i do something wrong?"

and let's not talk about when you finally got to the bedroom. when he loomed over you on the bed, the expanse of his shoulders alone was enough to make you disappear behind his frame. the size of his biceps placed on each side of your head, muscles twitching with the effort of holding his weight, all the while he pounded into you like he was trying to fuck you into the mattress, face frowning in concentration. the headboard made a very concerning sound as it banged against your wall repeatedly. "gosh baby, you're so—you're squeezing me so tight right now."

you didn't want to exaggerate, but your admiration for this man's god shaped body literally got you to pass out one time.

you two were showering together and the hot steam enveloping the bathroom might had been making you feel a little dizzy. your thighs were still shaking with the aftershocks of the past three orgasms, and you clearly weren't in your right mind, practically drunk on sex and him.

and he was right there, water cascading down his chest and abs, muscles flexing as he looked very focused on the task of soaping your body, more specifically your chest area. he wasn't even doing it in a sexy way, he was just caring for you, cleaning you up. but you watched as his big, veined hands rubbed against your skin, the way only one of them could easily cup your whole breast.

your head spinned, mind spiraling around the vision. you only had time to mumble a breathless "clark, i think i'm going to faint" before your body went limp.

when you woke up on your couch, still wet from the shower, clark was all but yelling your name—grabbing your face in his hands and practically hyperventilating with the thought that he might've just dicked you down to your death.

you, on the other hand, grinned contently as your eyes slowly fluttered open and said: "you're a life changing experience, kent."

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celinelikecelinedior · 5 days ago

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how about you try tomorrow night

peeping Clark

── .✦ Clark Kent x fem!reader

synopsis: Clark gets back home to find you're getting off. he can't resist getting off with you.

cw: roommate (and slightly pervy) Clark, almost no plot, smut, f!masturbation, voyeurism, m!masturbation, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie.

wc: 2.9k (geez, honey's horny much)

You had no way of knowning that he'd hear. Had no way of knowning that your erratic heartbeat would reach his ears, along with the sound of you fucking your fingers into your soaked cunt.

As far as you're concerned, Clark is just a regular roommate who isn't even home right now. He has a date tonight, and he'll probably end up going to her place, you figure. So, you've got the whole apartment to yourself, free to make as much noise as you want.

You didn't think his date would go sideways and he'd end up coming back early, frustrated and disappointed, only to get home and hear you.

You, moaning and gasping as you fuck yourself with your fingers.

He freezes in the doorway when his enhanced hearing picks up the sound of you, his heart rate increasing. His first thought is I'm invading her privacy and I should leave and come back later. But then he hears the slick sounds of your pussy, wet and obscene, and heat shoots through him.

His cock stirs in his pants and Clark is immediately panicking. He tries to control himself, to calm the desire spreading over his skin the more he listens to how you sound, caught in ecstasy.

It's wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. You're his friend. He shouldn't stand here, getting hard as he imagines you touching yourself.

And he should walk away. Turn right around and walk away.

You whimper, and Clark feels his knees grow weak. Jesus, you make the prettiest noises.

He can't. Can't, can't, can't. You're a friend, a roommate, he should respect you.

But, God, he's still just a man. And it's been a while since he's gotten any form of release. Plus, it's not like he's going to perv on you. He's just going to fix the natural response he got to you.

He quietly walks down the hall with every intention of just going into the bathroom and getting off there. But as he's making his way past your room, he finds your door is slightly ajar, and an accidental glance in reveals a sliver of you on the bed.

It's enough to make him freeze, body tensing.

Don't, don't, don't, he wills himself. But he's already seen. You're lying on the bed, legs wide open, hand busy between them. You've only got an oversized shirt on, and your hair is down and messy.

You look beautiful. Face flushed, mouth open as you make those gorgeous sounds, and the whole spectacle is deliciously obscene.

Clark can feel his precum smearing over the inside of his pants, and the friction against his hard cock is getting almost painful.

God, he needs to get off.

He tries to adjust his cock, but the simple touch has a sharp coil of pleasure rushing through him, and he already knows he can't hold back. In a second, he's pulled his cock out of his pants and starts stroking it slowly, a shuddering breath leaving his lips.

He moves a little closer to your open door, peeking in, watching the way your fingers pump in and out of your pussy. He matches the rhythm of his hand on his cock to how you're touching yourself, imagining it's him thrusting into you.

He feels gross, he feels like a pervert. But you're a captivating sight, and he's just so pent up…

He turns his conscience off, focusing instead on what he feels. His hand, warm and rough on his cock. The sound of you. The sweet scent of your perfume and your arousal that permeates from the room…

He spits on his palm and then continues stroking himself, focusing on the sight of you in this intimate, dirty display that was never meant for his eyes.

Your breathing is heavy, hips rolling with the movement of your hand, gorgeous face caught in ecstasy.

He watches as you push your shirt up over your chest, your tits bare for his eyes, and you pinch one of your nipples.

He bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from making a sound, his cock twitching in his hand.

He strokes himself faster, squeezing harder. The mix of his spit and the precum that keeps dribbling from him makes each movement sound sticky, dirty, but it's nothing compared to what it would sound like to fuck you.

God, no, don't think about that.

But it's too late. He's already imagining your cunt around his cock, your body under his, his name on your lips.

And the thought does him in.

He gasps, body shuddering as he comes, spilling his cum onto his hand. His knees give out and he reaches a hand to brace himself on the wall. But a tiny miscalculation causes him to lean against your door and it swings wide open.

You freeze. Clark freezes. He can feel the heat rising up his neck, spreading over his cheeks and all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“Clark!” you squeak, scrambling off the bed and hastily covering yourself with the shirt. “You were supposed to be out!”

“I'm sorry —” he starts, tucking himself back into his pants as quickly as he can. “I'm so sorry.”

Your eyes follow the movement, your chest heaving with each breath, and he sees as realization dawns over you.

Your voice is quiet. “You…Were you…?”

He can feel himself get redder. “I'm sorry.” He wipes his cum off on his pants.

“Did you get off to me?”

“I didn't mean — I just got home and — I shouldn't have —” He doesn't know how to explain the situation or how to apologize for it.

You frown at him, eyes looking him up and down. “How long were you watching me for?”

I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot.

He quickly says, “Not long. I'm so sorry, I'm a fucking idiot. I was thinking with my — well. I'm sorry. You just sounded so pretty and looked so beautiful…”

You say nothing, just stare at him, looking as embarrassed as he feels.

God, please, let the earth swallow him whole now.

He's not sure where the courage — or stupidity, possibly — comes from, but he walks to you and lowers himself to his knees at your feet. “I'm sorry. Please, please forgive me. Please.”

Your eyes widen. “Clark, get up,” you say, evidently shocked.

He shakes his head, adamant. “Not until you forgive me. Please. I'm a pervert, I know. I'm disgusting. But I need you to forgive me.”

“Clark, it's fine. Just get up,” you say.

“No, it's not fine. That was not fine at all. I shouldn't have ever even thought of doing what I did. I'm sorry,” he insists, those big blue eyes looking up at you.

“It's fine. I forgive you. Just get up,” you insist, suddenly too aware that his face is level with your very bare, very wet cunt.

He seems to notice it too, because his eyes fall to what's right in front of him. He can see your pussy, not covered by the edge of your shirt, and when he looks back up at you, there's something dark and hungry in his gaze.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, leaning in, pressing a tentative kiss to your thigh.

You shiver, goosebumps rising on your soft skin. He can feel them form against his hands as he grabs onto your thighs and presses another kiss, closer to your cunt.

“I'm sorry I didn't do this before,” he says lowly, not looking away from you. Another kiss. Dangerously close to that wet, aching spot. “I'm sorry I only watched and didn't help.” He's close enough to smell your cunt now, and his next words fall right against your skin, his mouth brushing against your folds. “I'm sorry I didn't let you get the orgasm you were aiming for; sorry I made you frustrated.”

Your breathing hitches, eyes wide as you watch him, yearning for the release he's offering.

“Let me make it up to you. Please,” he begs. And you just can't say no.

“Okay,” you breathe, and he wastes no time.

He pushes you back onto the bed, making you sit on the edge of the mattress while he gets comfortable between your legs.

He mouths his way up your inner thighs, the taste of your skin sending sparks of arousal down to his cock, getting him hard again.

“You're gorgeous, you know that?” he murmurs. “Absolutely perfect.”

He spreads your thighs further apart, opening you up to him. His mouth is watering as he stares at your pussy, all puffy from you playing with her. He gently parts your folds with his fingers and just stares, seeing how wet you are, watching the way you clench around nothing.

“She's prettier than I imagined,” he says quietly, leaning in, his breath fanning over your cunt and making you shiver. He looks up at you one last time, pausing, giving you the chance to stop him. When you don't, he dives in.

His tongue flattens against your folds before pushing between them, your slick coating his tongue. He moans when he tastes you, his eyes shutting as he drinks down your arousal.

You whine, hips pushing against his face, hands tangling in his soft hair. You can't look away from the sight of his handsome face stuffed between your thighs. He looks so content there, like he's been hungry for you and is finally getting what he wants.

“Clark,” you moan, spreading your legs further, tugging his head closer, needing more.

He lets you lead him, lets you show him where you need his mouth. He gladly obliges; his only goal right now is to give you everything you want.

You tug his head until his mouth is right on your clit, and you keep him there. He's quick to suck the sensitive nub into his mouth, and your hips buck against his face.

He grunts, one of his hands moves to grab onto your hip to hold you still. The other one slides between your thighs, slipping two fingers into you.

You gasp, throwing your head back. “Clark!”

He groans in response to the sound of his name on your lips, his cock already fully hard and aching for you.

Your legs start shaking, thighs squeezing around his head, and Clark moans against you. He could die here, a happy man, with his mouth on your cunt and his head between your thighs.

He pumps his fingers into you faster, curling them up when they're all the way in so he can press against that spongy, sensitive spot he knows to find.

You come hard, trembling against his face as you squeal and pull his mouth closer against your clit. He chuckles lowly, not minding at all, and drags his teeth over the nub of nerves.

You squeak and push him away, shaking your head. “Too much,” you murmur.

He grins, kissing your thighs tenderly before climbing over you to place a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“You okay?” he asks, cupping your face in his hand, making you look up at him.

You nod weakly, eyes half-lidded, brow sheen with sweat.

He traces your lips with his thumb before leaning closer. “Can I kiss you?”

You giggle breathlessly. “You just had your mouth between my thighs but you ask if you can kiss me?”

A little sheepish smile spreads across his face. “Just making sure you're comfortable.”

Your grin softens. “Yeah, you can kiss me.”

His lips brush against yours, testing the waters, before he kisses you in earnest. It's hot and needy, a clash of teeth and tongues and spit, and it's not long before he's panting.

You move a hand down his torso, feeling his muscles under the thin material of his dress shirt, and then your hand is wandering into his pants.

Clark grunts when your fingers brush over his cock, and he pulls away from your mouth. “You don't have to,” he says. “I can take care of it later.”

You shake your head, fingers wrapping around his heavy cock. “We can take care of it now,” you say.

He hisses softly. “We don't have to,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I want to,” you reply. “I want you in me. Please.”

His cock twitches, precum leaking onto your hand as you stroke him slowly. He meets your gaze and holds it. “Yeah, okay.” He moves off you, standing at the foot of the bed as he undresses quickly.

You can only stare. How can someone be so fucking hot?

“You sure you want this?” he asks once he's on top of you again, his enormous body covering yours.

You grab his face in your hands, eyes studying every little detail about him. His eyes, his eyelashes, the slope of his nose, his lips…

“I'm sure,” you whisper, nodding.

Clark rests his forehead against yours and pecks your lips. “Okay. You tell me if you wanna stop or anything, alright?”

“Yeah, alright.”

He kisses the tip of your nose before leaning back a little. He grabs the base of his cock, leading the thick head to brush through your folds. He gasps as you shudder. And then he's sinking into you.

It's definitely a stretch. He's thick and long, filling you to the brim and making it feel as if he's not even left space for air in your lungs.

“God, you're tight,” he grunts, gently caressing your hip. “You okay?”

You nod, giving only a breathy whine in response.

He chuckles, the sound rough and low. “Don't tell me you're already silly on my cock; we're just starting.”

Your pussy squeezes him when you hear the tone he's using, somewhere between playful and mocking, and he groans.

“Fuck. I'm not — Jesus. I'm not gonna last. It's…been a while,” he admits,the tips of his ears turning pink.

“It's fine,” you manage, struggling to keep your head about you. “Just fuck me already.”

Clark laughs softly, then moans when you purposely clench around him again. “You wanna get fucked? I'll fuck you, see if you're still so cocky when you can't walk,” he says, grabbing one of your thighs and wrapping it around his waist.

He gives a couple of slow thrusts, watching for your reaction, before he starts slamming his hips against yours.

You squeal, hands grabbing onto his shoulders. It's almost wild, the way he fucks you, an undercurrent of raw lust taking over the both of you.

Clark watches you, watches the way your eyes flutter shut and the way your eyebrows pinch together with need. You're just so gorgeous.

He's fucking you hard and deep, knocking the breath from your lungs so that you can't do more than gasp for air, allowing the sloppy sounds of your pussy to echo in the room.

“Yeah. Not so talkative now, are you?” he murmurs, his voice raspy, his fingers on your hip holding on too tight.

You whimper, nails scratching down his back, leaving marks that he knows will be there in the morning.

Good, he thinks. I want a reminder of this, a reminder of how perfect she looks on my cock.

He'd gladly fuck you for hours, but he can feel his release building quick, and he wants to make sure you come before he does.

He moves a hand down, his thumb rubbing at your clit with precision. Your body squirms at the sensation, pussy tightening around him.

“C'mon, baby, I need you to come for me, okay?” he groans, almost begging you. “I need you to come.”

You wanna nod, wanna tell him you're definitely going to come. But the hot knot of pleasure in your womb snaps before you can, and you fall over the edge, quick and hard.

Clark gasps, grunts, tries to last a tiny bit longer. But he doesn't stand a chance with how tight you squeeze him.

He doesn't even get the chance to pull out. He comes in you, spilling his thick, warm cum into your pussy. You mewl at the sensation and he whines, his body shaking as he collapses onto his side next to you.

You both lie there, slowly regaining breath and consciousness, and then Clark is spooning you.

He kisses your shoulder, up to your neck, and then pecks at your jawline. “Are you alright? How are you feeling? I didn't go too hard, did I?”

“I'm okay,” you reply. “I'm great, in fact.” You giggle.

He smiles. “Yeah? Did I make up for having been a perv?” he teases.

You grin. “Hm. I don't know. How about you try again tomorrow night and we'll see.”

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celinelikecelinedior · 5 days ago

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──୨ৎ── Clark Kent x Fem! Reader: NSFW Alphabet

A – Aftercare

Clark’s aftercare is top-tier. He’s one of those men who doesn’t just ask “are you okay?” he makes sure you are. Fresh water, a warm towel, one of his big soft shirts, and his huge frame curling around you like he’s trying to protect you from the entire galaxy. He strokes your skin with his fingers while murmuring sweet nonsense in that deep, lazy Kansas drawl until you’re so relaxed you can barely keep your eyes open.

B – Body part (His favorite on you)

Your thighs. Obsession doesn’t even begin to cover it. Whether he’s wrapping them around his waist, resting them on his shoulders, or squeezing them tight when you cum, he’ll moan like you’re killing him. He’ll grab them, spread them, kiss their soft inner skin until you’re trembling. Clark is addicted to how they feel under his big hands, squeezing them like they’re his, always leaving his marks there.

C – Cum

It’s… a little excessive. His superhuman stamina lets him fill you over and over without tiring, and he loves seeing you wrecked from it. He’s got that dirty streak that makes him want to watch it drip out of you and push it back in with his fingers just to see you shiver. The contrast between his sweetness and that kind of filth? Deadly. Sometimes, after fucking, in random everyday moments, you’ll just look at him, wondering how this sweet guy fucks you like that when he’s horny.

D – Dirty Talk

Clark doesn’t talk much, but when he opens his mouth it’s a mix of breathless praise, “You feel so good, honey” or a “You’re so tight, I love you” thrown in. He also tends to let out soft growls in your ear that make you shiver, usually involuntarily, but when he notices you like it, he does it a lot more often. There’s this low rumble in his chest when he says something obscene, like he’s confessing a sin.

E – Experience

Probably more simple experience than wild, though he can get kinky with enough trust. Once he’s comfortable with you, he learns dangerously fast: figuring out exactly what makes you gasp, squirm, or beg, and then insisting on it until you lose your mind.

F – Favorite position

Anything that lets him see your face. Missionary with your legs over his shoulders? Loves it. You riding his cock while he’s leaning against the headboard, those big hands on your hips guiding you while he gets the perfect view of your tits bouncing slowly? He’ll smile at you like you’re the moon. He loves catching every reaction, every change in your expression with each thing he does, especially your eyes, eye contact is huge for him.

G – Goofy

It’s not that he’s silly, but he does that thing where he smiles mid-thrust because he’s enjoying it so much. Sometimes, if you laugh, he’ll laugh with you and then kiss you like you just told him the funniest joke in the world, never losing rhythm. Every once in a while, if something goes wrong with the dirty talk or he says something way too awkward, he might laugh too, and if you do, he’ll join in. Never to make fun of you, just to keep things relaxed.

H – Hair

Keeps it tidy: groomed, clean. That’s how he feels most natural, even though he’s got great hygiene anyway. He doesn’t let his pubic hair grow too wild. It’s soft, dark, and with a slight curl when you run your fingers through it.

I – Intimacy

Even in rougher or hotter moments, Clark can’t avoid intimacy. Eye contact that burns, lingering kisses, holding your face while he moves inside you. He makes it clear: you’re not just a body to him, you’re his and he loves you. He likes your body heat pressed against his.

J – Jerking off

He doesn’t do it much when he’s with you; you’re too tempting not to touch. But when he does, he gets filthy. He’ll think about you, fist pumping slowly, imagining your sounds and your face when you cum. He also likes when you do it for him, if he’s in a naughty enough mood.

K – Kink

Size kink (light but lethal). Possessiveness that shows in the way he touches you, like he��s claiming you without words. He loves to manhandle you, not with cruelty, but with an “you’re mine, I’ll put you exactly where I want you.” It’s all playful, he’d never physically hurt you. He knows the strength he has, and he knows how to control it. He’d rather die than cause you harm.

L – Location

Prefers the bed, even if it might be “boring” or too conventional. Partly because he likes to be thorough, and a bed gives him space to adore you properly. But the couch, the shower, even the Daily Planet office late at night? Yeah, he’s had thoughts, even if not all of them have been acted on. The kitchen counter after you both get home from work, late at night, is also a great place to fuck.

M – Motivation

Watching you bite your lip. Seeing you walk around the apartment in one of his shirts. Sitting in his lap, innocently. Yeah, good luck getting him to think about anything else after that. He loves seeing your hair all messy afterwards, so tired you can barely get to work when the alarm goes off in the morning.

N – No

Nothing degrading that would hurt you emotionally or physically. Clark doesn’t like crossing boundaries that might make you feel lesser. He also hates mechanical or cold sex. If you’re disconnected and not showing any affection, he’ll just lose the mood.

O – Oral

He’s a threat at it. Clark loves eating you out like he’s starving, like he needs it more than air. He’ll hold your hips, suck your clit until you’re crying, and keep going through every shiver and shake. He’s not a huge fan of you sucking his cock, but he won’t complain or stop you if you go down there once in a while to give him some love.

P – Pace

He’s got range: slow and deep when he’s feeling romantic, but if you beg him to go faster, he’ll grant it, always EXTREMELY careful with his strength, of course. His control is incredible; he can keep the exact pace that keeps you on the edge for minutes before finally letting you cum. He’s very aware of the risk of hurting you, so often he prefers to fuck you slow and soft, especially if he’s unsure about his self-control.

P – Quickie

Not his favorite, because he likes to take his time. But if you’re needy and there’s no time, he’ll push you against the wall, kiss you breathless, and be inside you in seconds. Still, he’ll make sure you cum. Always. He’ll never leave you unsatisfied, no matter how short it is.

R – Risk

A little risk excites him. Making out in a dark corner of the Planet’s newsroom, his hand under your skirt and in your panties while people are nearby? Yes. He likes knowing you could get caught, but probably won’t. He’s not extremely blatant about it, though. Public sex isn’t really his thing. He likes knowing your hook-ups are just between you two.

S – Stamina

Superhuman. Literally. Clark can go for hours if you’re up for it, and still be ready for round two after a glass of water and a cuddle. It’s more about you than him. He could fuck you all day, literally, if he wanted, but he knows that could kill you, so he sticks to your rules and your limits. Another reason it’s impossible not to feel amazing after sex with him.

T – Toys

He doesn’t need them for himself, but he’ll happily use them with you: holding a vibrator to your pussy while he slowly kisses your tits is one of his favorites. He’s always open to trying something new when you buy it. He’s very focused on your pleasure and has that little pervy side that likes imagining you with a vibrator inside you while working at the Planet. It’s a little fantasy he’ll probably try to tell you about at some point.

U – Unfair

He’s not very unfair, maybe slowing down when you’re about to cum, but not more than once or twice in a night. He likes seeing you mad at him in the good way, but he also loves your face when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. It makes him feel good to know he’s fucking you incredibly.

V – Volume

Low growls, soft grunts, your name in that deep voice. He’s not loud, but you feel it more than you hear it. He loves hearing you moan, and he can get louder if you ask. He also likes when you talk to him, telling him how you feel and if you like what he’s doing, it’s one of the best things for him. Though he’s also happy just hearing your moans.

W – Wild Card

Clark has this habit of sitting you in his lap without warning. Reading on the couch? Nope. Now you’re straddling him, his hands under your shirt or your skirt or in your pants. Many times it doesn’t even lead to actual sex. But he loves those moments, especially sucking your tits for a while or kissing your neck. Of course, if you’re too busy or tired, he’ll leave you alone, but he’ll try again the moment you’re free.

X – X-Ray (What’s under the pants?)

His cock is big, thick, heavy, and veiny in a way that makes your mouth water. He’s the definition of “made to ruin you in the best possible way.” You don’t know if it’s a Kryptonian thing or if he just got really lucky, but he definitely knows how to use it.

Y – Yearning

Clark doesn’t just want you physically; he yearns for you when you’re apart. That need shows in the way he touches you, like he’s remembering every second you were away from him. Not in a toxic possessive way. He’s just very in love with you — he loves you, likes you, wants you, gets horny and stupid over you. So he really loves feeling you in any way possible, especially because he feels like that’s how he can tell you how happy and safe you make him feel.

Z – Zzz

After sex, Clark is a cuddle bear. He’ll curl you against his chest, run his fingers through your hair, and kiss the top of your head until you’re out. He NEVER leaves the bed after sex. Not even when you didn’t live together yet — he’d rather make sure you know you’re not just a body and a good pussy to fuck. You’re the love of his life.

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celinelikecelinedior · 5 days ago

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my babyyyyyy

hold me - Clark Kent fluff

synopsis: Uno reverse for this. You come home after a long day, your mood dampened, and all you want is the teddy bear of a man who is your boyfriend.

cw: sad reader, established relationship, sweetheart Clark, fluff.

You find him in the living room, watching the news just to make sure everything is okay, and you immediately go to him.

“Hey, honey. Hi,” he greets, smiling, but his expression quickly turns to concern when he sees the tears in your eyes. “Are you okay?”

You plop down next to him on the couch and curl into his side. “I'm just having a long day,” you say quietly, melting into his embrace as he wraps his arms around you.

“Did something happen?” he asks, kissing the top of your head. “Did someone do something to you?”

You shake your head. “Just a tough day. I don't really wanna talk about it,” you mumble, burying your face against his shoulder.

“Okay. Do you want me to cook you dinner? We could bake cookies and throw around the dough, that always cheers you up,” he says, smiling gently.

“Later. I just wanna be with you right now,” you reply, and his heart melts.

He nods, understanding. “You know I'm right here,” he says. Carefully, he lays down on the couch, pulling you on top of him. You rest your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat soothing you.

He caresses your back softly, easing the tension and exhaustion out of you. You two stay there like that, legs tangled together, breaths syncing.

“I love you, baby. I love you. And I'm right here,” he whispers, just holding you. And when you're in his arms, nothing can be wrong.

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lmao

18+ using a huge dildo + getting caught by toji

sometimes your husband’s gone for days on a job. and when he’s gone, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. there is one problem though. the appetite of your pussy has become too greedy—no substitute for the way his cock stuffs you full.

tonight is one of those lonely nights. you’re alone in bed, pumping a thick silicone monster in and out of you. not toji, but it’s doing its money’s worth. the stretch burns, but it’s of the pleasurable variety, the kind that makes you want more.

“god,” you moan to the empty room, “this thing’s way too big.”the bedroom door swings wide open.

“wow,” toji’s not smiling. a flash of something—annoyance? relief?—crosses his face like he was expecting the worst. all you can do is meet his gaze before he breaks eye contact to survey your spread legs, not to mention the toy wedged inside you.

“that’s the stand-in?” he steps closer, eyes glued to where the silicone disappears into you. a palm skims your ankle, fingers drifting up your inner thigh. “you trying to keep me humble?”

“nah, just keeping my options open.”

the toy is gone before you register him pulling it free with a wet squelch—replaced with the hot, heavy weight of the real deal.

“fuck—”

“that’s right,” toji hisses, driving into you with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. your vision bursts white, breath caught on a sharp gasp as his hips grind in to the hilt. “no one’s better at this game than i am.”

next morning, the monster dildo sits in the trash bin like a forgotten enemy, silently conceding defeat.

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celinelikecelinedior · 5 days ago

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clark kent x reader

grovelling. superman grovels. for you.

you’re mad at him, you have every right to be mad, he assures you despite you scoffing and ignoring him. you really only had one rule, minimal contact with lois.

you understand they work together, and you can definitely see the way she still looks at him. it’d all slipped his mind when they’d all gone for drinks, he’d told you before hand, but the night had ended with lois a little drunker than usual, trying to touch him more than you were comfortable with.

so naturally, the silent treatment occurred. two whole days of you not talking to him, how terrible right?

for him it is.

clark can’t stand it, you won’t look at him on purpose, won’t breathe his way, you ended up putting a pillow wall on the bed so he won’t grab you while you’re asleep — a little petty to be honest but he’s learnt his lesson.

“honey?” he murmurs, chin resting on your knee, looking up at you like a lovesick god, “sugar? sweetheart?”

he’s really pulling out all the country nicknames. and it’s working.

“beautiful? baby? doll, please look at me?” he begs.

god, how can anyone resist him?

you try, you really do try to ignore the pouting, the whining, the way he rubs his cheek along your thigh like a cat.

and to your credit you’ve been pretty neutral up until now.

but the second you look at him.

it all crumbles. he’s onto you, face buried in your stomach, arms tight around your hips, “i’m sorry.” he mumbles, words vibrating against you.

“i’ll never never never never ever ever talk to her again.”

“i love you.”

you huff — the first noise you’ve made his way in days — and he perks up, eyes darting to yours. he can really read you like a book.

“you’re not mad anymore?”

he hums when your fingers run through his hair, leaning further into you, the fact you’re touching him is an answer.

“don’t do that, ever again please. i might die next time.”

you snort at his dramatic nature and he grins.

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zont be shy boy

ᯓ★ MINORS DNI 18+

talking to your work bestie about the cute new hire CLARK KENT. obviously you don’t know about his super hearing but you do notice how his ears practically prick up from across the room as soon as you say that he’s “got a face made for sitting.” and you definitely notice when he starts acting different around you. sure, he was a little shy before, but now he’s outright avoiding you. if you’re in the breakroom asking how he is, he mutters some excuse and spills his coffee on the way out. when you drop off the new pages at his desk he spits his pen from his mouth and makes off like a thief in the night. it’s hard to pin him down, but you do eventually, caging him with your body and demanding his attention. a conversation that begins with you asking if he’s got a problem with you, and ending in him stuttering out: “you’re really pretty.”

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this man is my illness

pretty girl

- part 1

synopsis: you're friends with benefits with Clark Kent, and he can't keep himself off you. not even in the office.

cw: fwb, smut, little to no plot, fooling around in public, fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), horny Clark, a little bit of angst.

wc: 2.9k

Ever since the first time you two hooked up (and the many others that followed), it's been pretty girl this, pretty girl that. It makes it a little tougher to work together because all he ever does is flirt with you and use the nickname in front of everyone.

(He likes the way you blush and get all embarrassed about it.)

“Good morning, pretty girl,” he greets as he walks into the office, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you reply, smiling, willing your heart to calm down in your chest lest someone else hears it.

“I like your skirt, it looks perfect on you.” He sits at his desk, right next to yours, and hands you a cup of your favorite coffee. He memorized the order and never shows to the office without it.

You'd told him he didn't have to bother, that you'd do without your coffee, but he'd been quick to dismiss your worries. “It's fine, pretty girl, I like bringing it for you.”

He's eyeing you as you take a sip. Then he watches you work, focused. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed, your fingers typing away hurriedly. He studies your profile, admiring it, when his eyes fall on your lips as you word what you're writing.

“New lip gloss?” he asks, aware he should focus on his work and not on his coworker's pretty mouth, but how is he supposed to concentrate when you're sitting there, looking perfect? How is he supposed to function when he knows how your lips taste? When he can never seem to do anything but think about the next time he'll get to feel them?

You glance over. “Oh. Yeah.” You nod, a little blush coloring your cheeks.

He grins. “Is it sweet?”

You blink. “Sweet?”

His grin widens. “If I kiss you, will it taste sweet? Like strawberries or vanilla or something?”

“Clark!” you chide. You blush more and glance around, hoping no one heard. You two have been careful to keep this thing between you under wraps. Or, rather, you have. He doesn't seem to care if people find out. “We're at work,” you remind him.

He chuckles when he sees you worrying. “Yeah, we are. We're also alone right now.”

You meet his gaze, and he recognizes the want in your eyes. “We're still at work.”

“We could be in the bathroom,” he says lowly.

You roll your eyes and shake your head, glancing away from him. “There's work to be done.”

He leans closer. “And kisses to be given,” he points out, voice low and thick. He gently grabs your face, turning you to look at him. “I just want a taste, pretty girl. Just one kiss.”

Your eyes move to his, only to discover they're on your lips. He looks starved. It makes heat spread between your legs, and you press your thighs together.

Oh, God, not now. But how are you supposed to say no to this perfect man?

“One,” you give, and the cocky little smirk that forms on his lips makes you want to fuck him right then in the office.

He leans in and kisses you hard, hungry, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. He coerces your mouth open and his tongue pushes against yours as his hands grab onto your waist to pull you closer.

You whine quietly, your hands moving to hold his wrists to keep him in check. It doesn't stop him from squeezing you gently, his huge hands kneading at your soft flesh.

He pulls away a tiny bit. “It is sweet,” he murmurs lowly, the words falling right against your lips, and then he's kissing you again.

You could stay like this forever, kissing him, having his hands on you. But you know how risky it is, kissing a coworker in the office. He's never this bold, this shameless. He tends to reserve the physical contact for after, when he inevitably finds himself in your apartment at night.

But something's gotten into him today, it seems.

You begin to pull away, needing to put space between you two before you end up on his lap with his cock in you, but his lips chase yours. He almost gets out of his chair just to keep his mouth pressed to yours, and when he's unable to lean forward anymore, he bites your lower lip gently.

You moan quietly, heat shooting through your body, and Clark groans lowly.

“Don't do that,” he says, voice raspy. “You can't make those sounds around me, pretty girl. Are you trying to get me hard at work?”

“I told you the kiss was a bad idea,” you say, sitting upright, your eyes finding his. He holds your gaze, and you see your lip gloss smeared all over his mouth. It must be a mess on yours too.

He seems to notice the same thing you do, because he smiles and moves a hand up to your face. He runs his thumb over the corner of your mouth. “Whoops.”

“I'm gonna clean this up,” you say, standing, and he's quick to follow.

“Me too.”

You give him a look. “Clark, I'm fine on my own. I'm just going to clean this mess off my face before anyone else gets in, okay? I don't want them to notice.”

You swear you see a flash of hurt in his eyes, but he's quick to replace it with a grin. “I'm just gonna clean up too. You don't think it'll be weird to them if they see me wearing your lipgloss?”

You blink at him. Fair enough.

“Right. Yeah.” You nod and continue on your way to the bathroom. You can feel him at your back, dangerously close.

He walks with you into the small space, his enormous frame making the bathroom feel smaller than it is. You try to ignore his presence as you face your reflection in the mirror. Your lip gloss is smeared all over your mouth, lips a little puffy from his kiss.

You start cleaning it up, trying to get all the sticky and pink thing off you.

You should've known better than to let him in with you.

His hand finds its way to your hip, and you tense when he touches you.

“Clark,” you say as a form of warning.

“What? You look pretty in this skirt,” he says innocently, his hand moving to your ass and squeezing. “Not my fault how gorgeous you are.”

You push his hand away. “We're at work.”

“In the bathroom, hidden from others,” he points out.

You huff, exasperated, and turn to face him. “It's still part of the office. We agreed we wouldn't let anyone know.”

He holds your gaze a while, his eyes searching for something in yours. “Did we? Or did you just decide no one could find out?” His voice is quiet, vulnerable. It aches your heart to hear him use that tone.

Like he senses he's a secret you don't want to get out.

Like he knows it.

You're quick to avoid giving him an answer. “You've got lip gloss all over your face,” you say instead and grab some paper towels. “Come here.”

He goes, letting you dab at his lips and the area around them as you gently wipe off the pink stains.

He can't tear his eyes away from your face. You're so precious, so gorgeous, so perfect.

Such beauty. And yet she hurts me so.

You pull away a little, eyebrows furrowed as you study your handiwork. “That's better, but it's still a little noticeable. Let me try with water,” you murmur and turn to wet the paper towels. But before you can, he picks you up and sits you on the sink. “Clark,” you say, surprised.

“You're just so amazing. I can't keep my hands off you,” he says lowly, and then he's kissing you again. And this time, there's not an ounce of control.

He kisses you hard, demanding, one of his hands holding you by the nape, the other one grabbing your thigh and squeezing too hard.

You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. He pulls you closer, your hips pressing against his, and you can feel how hard he is.

He grunts, rolling his hips against yours, feeling as precum begins to coat the front of his underwear.

He moves his hand up your thigh, sneaking under your skirt and making contact with the thin material of your panties.

You pull away from his kiss. “Clark, we can't...”

“Please. Just let me feel you. I won't fuck you here if you don't want me to, but just let me feel you,” he begs, those blue eyes of his full of unyielding need.

Fuck, you can't say no.

“Just touch,” you allow, nodding, and he sighs thickly, as if relieved.

He rubs his fingers against your folds through your panties, feeling the material grow damp. Your breathing turns heavy, your legs spreading to give him more room. He pushes your panties to the side, fingers feverish as they make contact with your cunt. You're soaked, and Clark can almost taste you from memory.

He slides a finger into you, grunting when your gummy walls squeeze tight. You're so warm, all he wants to do is bury himself in you and make you scream his name so everyone knows you're his. But you said just touch. So he'll do only that.

He slowly pumps his finger, drawing whines from you, as he leans closer to kiss you. You meet his lips eagerly, your hips pushing against his hand, wanting more.

He slips a second finger in, your pussy stretching around his digits. He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing it slowly.

Your slick has begun dribbling down his hand, and Clark wants to get on his knees and devour you. He's dying to taste you, dying to fuck you.

But you said just touch.

You grab onto his biceps to hold yourself upright as you rock your hips against his hand. You're moaning into his mouth now, and he's gladly swallowing it all down, keeping you quiet.

You pull away from his mouth, your nose grazing his. Your eyes are shut tight and you're shaking, whispering, “Clark, Clark, Clark.” And he knows what that means.

“It's alright, pretty girl. I'll get you there,” he assures you, adding a third finger and pushing them in you to the knuckles.

You gasp, back arching beautifully, and he leans down to kiss and nibble your neck. His lips trail down to your collarbones, then to your tits, and he mouths at them, leaving spit on your shirt.

Your nails dig into his skin and you're biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. Clark's mouth moves back up, to your jaw, and then he's kissing right below your ear.

“C'mon, pretty girl. Come all over my fingers,” he whispers, breath making goosebumps rise on your neck.

He presses his fingers into that spongy spot, making your legs shake, and it takes only a few more presses for you to come.

Your orgasm is quick and strong. It makes you squirm, hips bucking against his hand, breathless mewls falling from your lips.

Clark groans. “Yeah, like that, honey. Fuck. You're so gorgeous,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he slowly works you down from your high.

Once you've recovered, he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, his cock standing to attention at the familiar taste of your cunt.

“You sure you don't want me to eat you out?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours in little kisses. “I can make it quick, if you want.”

You shake your head. “I already cleaned one mess off your face, don't have time to clean another,” you say playfully, smiling.

He chuckles, fixing your panties back into place. “That's fair.” He nods. He steps back, hissing softly at the pressure in his crotch. “Jesus. See what you do to me, pretty girl?” he says lowly, adjusting himself in his pants, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Your eyes follow his hand to the bulge in his pants. And, God, there's a small, wet patch at the front.

You hop off the counter and move to stand right against him. “Does it hurt?” you ask, your hand sliding down to grab his cock through his dress pants.

He groans, grabbing you by the waist. “It's just uncomfortable. I'll be fine,” he assures you, though his eyes are dark and his breathing is labored.

“Mm.” Your hum is skeptical, and you stare at him a moment, waiting for him to break. But he doesn't. You know he's probably aching, probably needing release. And it's not fair for him to not get any if he gave you yours.

You kiss his jaw as your hands deftly work at undoing the front of his pants. “Looks to me like you're only acting all tough,” you say softly.

His hips push against your hand, his breath hitching. “What are you doing? You said we didn't have time.”

Your fingers wrap around his cock and he shivers. “Something tells me it's gonna be quick,” you tease, licking a stripe up his neck before you lower yourself to your knees.

Clark growls, his hand moving to gently brush your hair back. “Yeah, it's gonna be quick.” Just the sight of you is almost enough to make him jizz on your face.

You pull his cock out of his pants. He's long and wide, heavy in your hand. The tip is red, precum smeared all over it as more dribbles out.

You look up at him as you mouth up and down the length of him, spreading your spit all over his skin.

Clark groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging gently. “Fuck. Oh, my God, I'm not gonna last.”

You smile up at him and his knees almost give out. You're his undoing. You're going to be the end of him. He doesn't know how to stop what's inevitably happening to him with you, doesn't know how to save himself from this one. He only knows he's fucked.

You take him into your mouth, sucking hard as you slowly fit the entirety of his cock down your throat. He moans, legs shaking a little as your tongue presses against his underside.

You move your head back and forth, and Clark can only watch, mesmerized, adoring.

He caresses your head softly, his breathing heavy, his eyes focused on your face, on the way his cock slides in and out of your mouth.

“Just like that, baby. Oh, you're so good to me, pretty girl. You're so good,” he says. He can hear his heart beating in his ears. The blood rushing through his veins feels scalding. You do this to him, you make him crazy. What's he to do about it?

You've taken over his every thought. You control his mind. He thinks of you when he wakes up, he spends all day with you, and then he's thinking of you when he goes to sleep.

He dreams of you, constantly. Wet dreams, yes. Dreams where you're on his cock, moaning and writhing as he fucks you. Dreams where he has his head between your thighs, tongue in your pussy, your fingers in his hair. Dreams where he gets to fuck you every single day, as many times as possible, giving you everything you deserve.

He'll wake up shaking then, soaked in his sweat, his heart racing. And his cock, sticky with his own cum, is achy and sensitive to the touch.

But there are other dreams, too. Dreams where he's holding your hand as he takes you for picnic dates. Dreams where he walks into the office and says, “Morning, pretty girl,” before he kisses you in front of everyone. Dreams where he's put a ring on your finger and a baby in your tummy. Dreams where you're his, not only in bed, but in everything.

He wakes up shaking from those, too.

“I'm gonna come,” he grunts in warning, his fingers on your hair tightening, and he's trying not to pull it.

You look up at him, your pretty eyes wet with tears from fitting him down your throat, cheeks blushing sweetly. You wink at him. And that's all it takes.

He groans, gasping as he thrusts his hips against your face, fucking your mouth as he spills his cum into you. You whine as you feel it, sticky and warm, spurting onto your tongue.

You take it, eagerly swallowing it all down. When he's done, you release his cock from your mouth with a soft, wet pop.

Clark grabs you and pulls you to your feet so he can kiss you. His lips are now gentle against yours, tender, the lust in him quenched for now.

“My place tonight?” he asks in a whisper, his nose brushing yours.

“Mm. Not mine? We always go to mine,” you say, pulling back slightly to look in his face.

He shrugs. “‘s why I'm offering mine up.”

You nod, oblivious to what his intentions are. “Yeah, okay.”

He nods back and kisses your forehead. Fingers crossed that this works.

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celinelikecelinedior · 5 days ago

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hands in clark kent’s hair while he eats the fuck out of you.

it’s a need

clark kent with THIS hair....just- yes. YES.

gifs by @hoult-nicholas

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celinelikecelinedior · 5 days ago

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let me at him PLEASE

clark kent + fucking you in a headlock.

he’s hardly a fan of being rough with you, but clark can’t deny himself the pleasure of you like this. ass up, back arched away from his front as his bulging bicep keeps your head locked nice and close.

every time he tightens his grip on you, you tighten around his cock in turn. messy fucking girl, he thinks, drooling all over his arm and probably not even realising it—he wonders if you’d milk him for all he’s worth like this, or if you’d pull at his iron grip and beg for some sort of reprieve from his caging body as you come.

he loves you. how you feel taking his cock so deep like this, he’s bucking up into you with that seemingly endless stamina of his, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs and making you sputter these gorgeous ramblings of ‘more’ and ‘please’ and oh? have you finally found your manners?

and the closer he gets to orgasm, the tighter his headlock becomes, until you’re genuinely gasping for breath and stars are teeming in your peripheral vision and you’re coming so hard that you’re falling in love with clark all over again just for the fun of it.

and because he’s a man that, for better or worse, pushes himself past his limits, more often than not he’ll ignore your signs of overstimulation to instead snake his free arm around your front to rub lovely little circles over your clit. you can come once more for him, can’t you baby? ‘s not like you can run from his ministrations anyways, each time you buck forward you’re only pushing your face firmer against his corded arms.

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celinelikecelinedior · 6 days ago

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ANYTIME!

clark kent accidentally using you like a stress toy after a hard day of being superman

you don’t even get a hello before clark’s got his lips on yours.

he’d barely shut the front door before he was on you—lifting you off your feet with a soundless grunt, kissing you so deeply you forgot your own name. the door didn’t close all the way. his glasses are still on. his shirt’s still half-tucked from wherever he came back from. and he doesn’t seem to care.

his mouth trails down your neck, hot and shaky. he doesn’t talk yet, but you can feel it in his grip—he’s tense. wired. too quiet. the kind of quiet that comes after something bad.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he exhales hard—like just touching you let him breathe again.

“bad day?” you murmur, brushing your lips against his temple.

he just nods. silently carries you to the bedroom like his life depends on it. like he needs you right now more than air.

then?

he lays you down.

tugs your clothes off like he’s being careful, but still rushing. his hands shake when he lines himself up, and he looks down at you like he’s asking for forgiveness before he’s even started.

“sorry if i’m bein’ selfish, sweetheart,” he says softly, cupping the underside of your knee and pushing it up toward your chest. “i promise i’ll take care of you after. i just—i really need you right now.”

and then he sinks into you.

you gasp. every time you think you’ve adjusted to his size, you forget—he’s massive. too big. stretches you so wide you feel the outline of him in your belly. but the worst part is that he doesn’t stop. he keeps going, keeps pushing your legs up, folding you into a mating press as his hips press flush against yours, cock buried to the hilt.

“oh gosh,” he breathes, jaw trembling. “you’re just so warm. so perfect. always take me so well…”

you can’t even respond—just whimper and arch into him, and he starts moving.

deep, dragging thrusts that shake the bedframe. his grip is vice-tight on the back of your thighs, his broad chest pressing your knees to your shoulders, sweat already starting to bead at his temple. and then—finally—he talks.

“this guy… this absolute jerk thought he could take down a whole city block,” he grits out, still speaking like he’s complaining to a friend, not while pounding your cunt like it owes him rent. “flung a taxi at a daycare, would you believe that? and people think i’m too soft when i hold back—golly…”

he punctuates the word with a sharp thrust, making your toes curl.

“so i didn’t. i didn’t hold back this time, i—I really gave it to him, you know? but then lex starts in with his ‘oh superman, you’re a danger to society’ speech and—good grief, darlin’, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”

your fingers dig into his biceps as he fucks you harder, angling his hips just right to grind against your sweet spot. your eyes roll. your thighs shake. and clark—poor sweet clark—is too in his head to realize he’s fucking the soul out of you while venting about his commute.

“i was just tryin’ to help. like i always do. and people still looked at me like i’m some kinda monster, but then i come home and—and you let me do this, and—and god, baby—you always make me feel human.”

you can’t breathe. can’t think. your hands are scrabbling at his back, legs trembling in his grip, and he’s just moaning softly into your neck now, whispering sweet nothings while his cock splits you open.

“m’sorry, sugar,” he mumbles as your eyes roll back, pace never faltering. “didn’t mean to go this hard—just… needed to feel close to you. needed to feel good. you always make me feel good, angel.”

you’re gonna cry. he’s so deep you feel like you’re gonna pass out, and he doesn’t even realize he’s got you halfway to god while still talking like a 1940s housewife.

you try to tell him you’re close, but it comes out as a breathless sob. clark pulls back to look at you—sees the tears, the shaky mouth, the way your body’s convulsing beneath him—and his expression softens, even while his cock’s still grinding into your cervix like a battering ram.

“oh gosh,” he whispers, instantly panicked. “did i hurt you? are you—darlin’, are you okay? i didn’t even notice how hard i was goin’, i’m so sorry—”

you cling to him, voice wrecked.

“clark—don’t stop. please, don’t stop—just wanna cum—”

he exhales like you just saved his life. kisses your temple. then fucks you so deep you see stars.

your orgasm hits like a tidal wave—loud, messy, devastating. clark groans your name like a prayer and finishes seconds later, cock twitching inside you as he fills you to the brim, thick and hot and so much that it leaks out around his base, dripping onto the sheets in warm streaks.

and when it’s over, when your body’s gone limp and your breathing is ragged and you feel like you’ve been hit by a train (a hot, kansas-born train), clark gathers you up like you’re something precious. kisses your hair. wraps you in a blanket and tucks you under his chin like nothing happened.

“gosh, you’re good to me,” he murmurs. “can’t believe you put up with me when i get like that.”

you smile weakly, snuggled against his chest, still full of him.

“you can be rough with me anytime, clark. just… maybe warn me first so i'm prepared to see heaven again.”

he chuckles, sheepish.

“sorry, angel. guess i don’t know my own strength.” a/n: i still havent watched the new superman movie yet but i just had to

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celinelikecelinedior · 6 days ago

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can’t even lie HANDS DOWN my favourite Clark Kent smut. HANDS DOWN LADIES

The first time

synopsis: Clark Kent teaching his inexperienced girl about sex (part 2)

cw: established relationship, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), loss of virginity, unprotected p in v, creampie!, squirting.

word count: 2.4k

part 1, though this can be read on its own

Soft, gentle kisses trail up your inner thighs as his blue eyes remain on your face. Your breathing is heavy, gaze settled on him for comfort. He smiles at you, gently running his teeth up the inside of your thigh as his mouth moves closer to your cunt.

He’s close enough to smell the scent of your arousal, your pussy glistening in the low light of the bedroom. He leans in, his thick fingers spreading your folds open and giving him a nice view of you. Your cunt clenches around nothing, clit swollen, and his mouth waters.

He looks up at you one last time. “You okay with this?”

You nod.

“You can stop me any time you like,” he reminds you.

You nod again.

He kisses your thigh. “I need you to say it for me, baby,” he tells you gently, his hand caressing the flesh of your hip.

“I wanna keep going. And I’ll stop you if I need to,” you say, voice breathless.

He kisses closer to your cunt. “That’s my good girl.” And then he leans in.

His tongue traces up your slit, gathering the slick at your entrance and dragging it up to your clit. You gasp, hips moving away from his mouth before pressing against it in search for more.

He smiles a cocky little smile, chuckling as he looks up at you. He holds your gaze as he presses a kiss to your clit, and then slants his entire mouth over your cunt.

He licks at you gently, lapping up the arousal that drips out of you, sucking your clit and folds into his mouth. Your hands grab onto his hair and tug, and he groans. He closes his eyes, hands pushing your thighs further apart to give him more room. He’s slurping at you, the sound of it obscene, though he can barely hear it over your mewling.

You’ve started rolling your hips against his face, chasing the friction, your inhibitions left behind.

His tongue traces your entrance, groaning at how wet you are and how good you taste, and his cock is aching from how hard you’ve made it. He pulls away from your pussy, only to catch his breath a second, before diving right back in. He focuses his lips and tongue on your clit while one of his fingers slips into you.

He’s rewarded with you tugging his hair harder, your warm velvet walls clenching tight around his finger as it pumps in and out of you. He adds a second one, your cunt accepting it with ease, and he curls them up to press against that spot that has you shaking.

“Clark—!” You gasp. “Clark, please!” you moan, thighs starting to quiver. And he knows then that you’re not going to last much longer.

He just looks up at you, meeting your gaze as he holds his rhythm steady, watching your body begin to succumb to the onslaught of pleasure. He watches you squirm, your chest heaving with your broken breaths, hands tugging at the bed sheets.

You close your eyes, back arching, hips bucking as the scorching coil of need in your womb snaps. You squeal and mewl, his name leaving your lips in broken sounds, a prayer and a plea all at once.

Clark grunts as he feels you clench his fingers tight, your thighs squeezing his head between them. But he’s not done yet. He pushes his fingers up right against your swollen g-spot, and he sucks your clit into his mouth. And he gets exactly what he wants: your slick gushes out of you in little spurts, soaking down his chin and your thighs and the spot on the bed under you. You make the most beautiful sound, a moan pulled from your chest combined with a whimper, as he pulls a second orgasm from you.

He works you down from your high, cooing and shushing, placing kisses over your hips.

“Shh, shh. You did good, baby. You did so good,” he murmurs, his lips tracing the shape of your soft belly. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

He kisses his way up your body, his lips at your neck by the time you open your eyes and look at him. He smiles tenderly. “There she is. How’d that feel, hon?”

“So good,” you reply, voice a little hoarse.

“I’m glad.” He pecks the tip of your nose, then kisses you slowly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he eases his body against yours, making sure not to squish you under him. His hips press against you and he grunts softly, his aching cock twitching at the slight friction. Almost involuntarily, he starts grinding against you, panting as your slick seeps through the front of his pants until he can feel it wetting his cock.

A little whine leaves you, your nails digging into his back, and he grunts, pulling away from your mouth.

“We don’t have to,” he reminds you, meaning it.

“I want to,” you say lowly, certain.

He stares at you for a while, his eyes searching yours in case there’s any hesitance or fear or discomfort. But he finds none. “Alright.” He nods. “Okay. You know I’ll give you everything you want.”

He kisses you gently one last time before pulling away so he can undress. He likes the way you watch him, somewhere between hunger and a tender devotion, and part of him wants to take a picture of you now, so he can have the moment saved, the look of love in your eyes filed away safely so he can carry it with him wherever he goes.

Once naked, he climbs back on the bed with you, lying down next to you. You roll on your side to face him and he smiles gently.

“You know I love you, right?” he whispers, gently pushing your hair off your face.

You nod. “And I love you,” you reply just as quietly.

His smile grows into a boyish grin, his heart racing. He’ll never not get butterflies when you say those words to him. His heart will never not melt at the way you make him feel like he’s the best thing to have ever happened in this world. You undo him in the best ways, and he never wants to let you go.

He kisses your forehead, his lips lingering, before they move down, brushing over the bridge of your nose, and then meeting your own.

You kiss him gently, slowly, blurring out anything else. Right now, he isn’t Superman, he isn’t a person from out of this planet, he isn’t the man who has to make sure this city is safe. In this moment, he’s just yours, just your Clark Kent, just a man in love with a goddess.

He wants to stay here forever.

You gently roll onto your back, pulling him with you, and he obliges. He covers your body with his, the feel of your naked skin against his making goosebumps rise on his flesh, as the kiss grows hungry.

He drags his teeth over your lower lip before pulling away a little. He keeps his forehead on yours, his eyes opening to meet yours.

“Are you sure?” he asks one last time, and you nod.

“I’m sure, Clark,” you whisper, one of your hands rising to gently caress his face, fingers tracing his jawline.

“Alright, baby.” He nods and kisses your forehead before leaning back on his knees between your thighs.

He spreads your legs tenderly, squeezing your thighs carefully as he rests his heavy cock against your pussy. You shiver, eyes moving down to watch.

He rolls his hips, allowing his cock to slip between your folds, your slick smearing over the shaft. He groans, shivering, as you whine and push your hips in search of more.

With one hand on your hip to steady you, Clark grabs the base of his cock and presses the tip to your entrance. He holds your gaze, giving you a moment in case you want to stop, in case you change your mind, but instead you nod at him.

He inches his cock into you, his eyes on your face. He sees the way your eyes widen, the way your mouth opens to let out a breathy whine. You grab onto his forearm, nails digging into his skin, and his thumb rubs your hip soothingly.

When he's all the way in, he gently grabs your waist, holding you close. “How's it feel?” he asks, going as slow as possible so as to not overwhelm you. A thin layer of sweat has built on his brow, and he can hear his blood rushing in his ears.

“Big,” you say breathlessly, eyes half-lidded. “Perfect.”

He smiles softly, his own breathing labored. “Good. You tell me when you want me to move, okay?”

You nod as your hands grab onto his biceps and pull him closer. He goes willingly, covering your body with his, and kisses your lips lovingly. You wrap your arms around him, hugging him, and it hits him then what you’ve just given him. He feels it in his bones, this part of you that you’ve trusted him with, and his heart feels full at the knowledge that you deemed him worthy of something so intimate.

“I love you,” he says against your mouth, breath mixing with yours. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything and more than I ever thought I could ever love.”

Your eyes shine as you give him a smile. You grab his face in your hands and say, “Clark Kent, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. And you are the love of my life.” And then you’re kissing him again and he’s lost in the feeling of you.

You slowly start rocking your hips against his and he groans quietly, his cock twitching in you. He grants your silent plead, giving slow, gentle thrusts into you, feeling the way your pussy stretches around him.

You gasp, little whines pulled from your lips each time he fills you up.

Clark moans lowly, watching your beautiful face, loving the pleasure drawn on your expression. He keeps his pace slow and languid, his body moving atop yours with a loving gentleness that he hopes expresses all that he’s feeling right now.

You pull him closer, hugging him tighter to your chest, and Clark feels as if he’s going to fuse with you, as if he wants to become one with you, as if you’re the missing piece in his life and all he needs to be complete is to always be this close to you.

He kisses your neck softly, tasting the saltiness of your sweat, smelling the sweetness of you. He kisses his way to your shoulder, gently nibbling the skin there, making you whine and squirm.

He carefully increases his pace, still being gentle with you, and he’s rewarded with you mewling. Your body arches against him beautifully, your eyes shutting tight.

“More,” you breathe, and Clark feels the word deep in his chest. “More.”

He goes faster, your body now rocking back and forth with every thrust, the bed starting to creak under the movement. He grabs one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist so he can go deeper, and he gasps as you squeeze his cock tight.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck, it feels so good,” he groans, leaning his head on your shoulder, your moans spilling right into his ear.

He can feel how wet you are, and he can hear it too. Your pussy is squelching loudly, sloppy sounds that make him want to go harder, deeper, make you wetter. But not this time—not yet. He controls himself, he’s careful to not hurt you in any way. He’d never forgive himself if he did anything that caused you pain.

Your body is shaking, you’re gasping for breath, and you’re moaning his name. Your nails scratch at his back, sending little sparks of pain and ecstasy through him, and your cunt is starting to tighten around him enough to make it difficult for him to thrust.

“I need to come,” you gasp, skin sticky with sweat. “Please, I need to come. Make me come.”

And Clark wishes this could last forever, that this intimacy would never stop, but you just said I need. And when his goddess needs something, Clark is right there to make sure she gets it.

“I will, baby, I will,” he promises, kissing your temple as one of his hands slides down to rub at your clit just how you like it.

Your reaction is immediate. Your hips buck, body squirming as your orgasm builds in you. The pleasure climbs higher and higher until it reaches a fever pitch.

Clark keeps you at the edge of your climax for a while, almost pushing you over it but not giving enough, until he angles his hips just right and his cock adds the perfect amount of pressure to your g-spot.

You cry out, back arching, body tensing as your orgasm hits you. “Clark! Clark!” you squeak, shaking, your slick gushing onto him in spouts that match the messy thrusts he’s still delivering into you.

The sight of you cumming under him mixed with the way your pussy tightens on his cock, plus the feeling of you squirting on him pushes him over the edge.

“Fuck!” he grunts, pressing as deep in you as he can when he comes, delivering rope after rope of thick cum into you, his body shivering.

He stays on top of you for a while, coming down from his high, unsure as to where he’s found the strength to keep himself up and not crush you under his weight. He slowly pulls out of you and rolls onto his side, pulling you into his chest.

He kisses your forehead. “Baby, you okay?” he asks quietly, his blue eyes finding yours.

You nod weakly, cuddling further into his embrace. “’m okay.”

“Good,” he says. “Did I meet your expectations?”

You smile playfully. “Mhm. You more than met them; it was so much better than I imagined.”

“I’m just that good, huh?” he teases, grinning.

You laugh. “Don’t get cocky with me, Kent.”

“Mm, it’s true though, isn’t it? I got you to squirt all over the bed. Twice.” He grins when you blush. “If that ain’t proof that I’m better than good, I don’t know what is.”

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