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sobbingscripter · 2 years ago

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CLARK KENT X READER

WARNING! 18+

Minors DNI

Note: ignore the random timestamps. Please.

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Clark Kent x reader

Tags: [smut] [spice] [nsfw] [spoicy] [loving] [hesatoplol] [normalmilk]

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Y/N's pen was a blur around her fingers as she waited patiently for Clark at his desk. She readjusted her pencil skirt, the colour inky when compared to her caramel flesh.

"Y/N!" He gleamed, his large frame rushing towards her before lifting her off the ground, squeezing her gently to his chest as he inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume.

"I'm so excited for our date." He whispered, putting her down and readjusting his glasses, the dark frames a contrast to his slightly sun-kissed face.

"About that..." she droned off, and she watched his face fall in slow motion, his bottom lip jutted out in disappointment.

"Raincheck?" He faked a smile, although the disappointment wasn't hidden by the faux prescription glasses he wore, nor was it hidden by the smile.

Clark was so nice. So understanding. And Y/N knew that if she didn't get her shit together, that fucking harpy Lois would swoop in and steal him. And while Y/N had no interest in fighting for a guy, it was Clark Kent. He was worth putting up a fight for.

"While I do have work, I have two hours before I need to go in and I was think that, maybe I could do you a favour."

And as those words left her mouth, she was pulled into a men's room stall, Clark form towering over her.

"You think you can win me over with sex in unconventional settings?" He breathed, his lips lowered to her ear and she pursed her lips, the action already giving her answer.

"Well, you're right," He spoke, removing his glasses and setting them on the water, not even moving from where Y/N stood, caged between him and the door, "I'm always up for a good," he paused, his lips lowering down to her neck, where he placed messy kisses, "sloppy," he dragged his lips back up to her ear, "fuck."

She inhaled sharply as Clark's lips crashed onto hers, his one hand placed on the small of her back, pressing her body to his.

His other hand rested above her head, his tongue slipping between her teeth, consent plentiful, and she moaned into the kiss, her legs already feeling weaker than before.

"Fuck..." He groaned into the kiss, his hand moving from her back and began to undo the buttons of her black, silken shirt. Slowly, he pried the material apart and let out a shiver of a breath, feeling himself strain against his dress pants.

"You fucking minx."

He hoisted her up with ease, and quickly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hosiery making it difficult but not impossible.

Lifting her higher, Clark's lips traveled down her torso.

Starting at the supple flesh of her jugular, pressing kisses to each of her pulses, feeling the throb beneath his lips before moving lower. His lips drew patterns on her collarbone, each side satisfied before he joined them both with a soft press to the delicate 'v' between them.

Trailing down her sternum, Clark's cerulean pools lifted to survey Y/N's face, which burned red with anticipation.

Lowering her down, Y/N stood on her wobbly legs before she took her spot, leaning against the stall door and waited for his next move.

"I could be mean," he hummed, "and rip that pencil skirt, but lucky for you... I'm feeling nice," he smiled, dimples deep in those cheeks as he undid the zips at her sides and proceeded to roll her skirt up until above her hips.

Kneeling, Clark's lips curled into a shit eating grin and he moved his face closer to Y/N's thighs.

"Kent, what are you doing?" She whispered, her bottom lip between her teeth as Clark's hands rubbed her thighs, before shaking them, watching the jiggle with amazement.

"Nothing." He lied, ripping the hosiery as easy as it was a piece of paper.

"You son of a Kry- fuck..." Y/N stifled her moans with the back of her hand as Clark's tongue licked the exposed flesh.

He laughed softly, a raspy chuckle before tasting her liquids through the fabric of her underwear.

"Fuck, pretty girl. Your cunt's dripping like a Louisiana rainstorm." He breathed, eyes glazed over by lust and adoration, before he licked, relentlessly at her covered cunt.

(01:34) (don't know when I started. Probably when I had a bit of self respect left. Idk maybe).

Pulling away, Clark's mouth was slightly agape as he panted.

"Now, for my real favour. A good ol' farm boy tongue fuck." He gleamed, and Y/N stared at him through half-lidded eyes.

"What makes it different from a regular tongue fuck?" She questioned, her words slightly slurred but nothing that Clark couldn't understand.

"I do it to the tempo of 'Cotton Eye Joe'." He bit back his laughter and Y/N's stomach was sucked in with silenced laughter.

Carefully, he moved her underwear out of the way, pushing it to the side as he slowly, slowly, painstakingly slow, brought his tongue to her entrance, lathered in his saliva.

She bit into her bottom lip, willing to draw blood if it doesn't cause a sound to escape her mouth.

Clark's tongue was slow at first. Gentle. He traced each part of her with such grace and patience, that even without direct stimulation, there was absolutely no way she would finish. Tenderly, he placed kisses on her mound, each trailing lower than the last before he took her into his mouth.

"Holy shit." She whispered, knees weak as Clark's tongue circled the sensitive bud of flesh, the pressure perfectly applied to the tip of his tongue. He moaned, relishing the taste of her being as his tongue curled, flicking the flesh.

He teased and taunted, licked and lapped, everything and anything he did, and twice as good as any human. Guaranteed. Except maybe Bruce Wayne.

She whimpered, eyes directed to the ceiling as his hands wrapped around as much of her thighs as he could, his fingertips digging into the flesh as he dined.

"You taste so fucking good, honeybunch." He moaned, his tongue locking her in every direction before he pulled away, a strand of saliva between them.

She took a glance at him. And this time, an actual look.

His eyes were glazed over, the blue shining deeper than she'd ever seen before, his cheeks were painted crimson and his lips were fuller, more pink than before. And his hair, perfectly tousled from her other hand running through the silky strands.

"You can sit down, baby. I won't let you fall." And hesitantly, Y/N took a seat in his splayed out palms and by God, she felt more stable than she had in her whole life.

"Now I can really say I got the whole world in my hands." He flirted, and she was about to make a chide comment, before his tongue dove into her.

"Holy fuck. Oh my, shit, Clark." She couldn't find the words to explain as his tongue caressed and darted against every nerve ending necessary.

He was fast. And familiar.

He hummed, the vibration sending shivers up her body and she felt heat gather in the put of her stomach, along with lightheadedness. But not the kind that came with a head crushing migraine, but the one that came from a brain melting orgasm.

(01:55) (well. This is who were are, isn't it? The fiend and the supplier. Hard to believe that this is how I spend my time. I used to have so much happiness. Now i write porn in dark, desolate rooms, surrounded by an air of destitution.)

She whimpered, her moans stutters as she clenched her thighs, and Clark hummed once more, the reverberations sending her over the edge. She came, a raspy moan escaping from her lips as her body shook in his hands and he pulled his tongue out of her, moving it quickly at the sensitive, pink bud that and found itself more prominent.

She inhaled deeply, her eyes shut and he sucked and nibbled at the flesh, doing anything to draw out her climax.

She panted, heavy breaths escaping her lips as she opened her eyes, watching as his head rose from between her thighs, a devious smile on his face.

"Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton eye Joe?" He sang softly and she clicked her tongue at him, a frown on her face.

"Don't sing Cotton Eyed Joe after you made me nut. Don't do that. It's weird." She whispered back, her speech a bit lagging and slurred, but once again, nothing he couldn't decipher.

"But it's funny. Now, turn around. And arch your back for me, doll." He instructed, and she gulped, getting up from his hands on shaky legs and turned around, arching her back like he instructed.

"These heels make for good use. Maybe you should wear them every time we have sex in bathroom stalls."

First, her eyes rolled, then widened, as she watched him free his absolute python of a cock.

"Clark, what if it doesn't fit?" She whispered, and he clicked his tongue, before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"You say that every time, and every time, it fits. It's just like a puzzle piece. Yeah, it takes a bit of stuffing and a lot of saliva, or lube, but it fits. It's made to fit. Now.

Do you wanna spit in my hand or do you think you're ready to get stuffed?"

Y/N inhaled sharply, and widened her stance, ready to take him in. Her legs shook a bit as his fingers were covered in her cum, before he stuck them into her, one, then the other.

"You look so pretty like this." He cooed, before removing his fingers, and sticking them in his mouth, licking the taste from them.

Slowly, he took a gentle hold of her hips and began to rub his tip against her, each time teasing just a bit. He breathed low, the sound a guttural mewl before lowering his head to her ear.

"You know I love you and respect you, right? And you know you're my princess right?" He whispered, and Y/N nodded her head, before asking, "Yes, why?"

"Because I'm gonna fuck you like I hate your guts."

And just like that, he pushed into her, to the HYILT.

(02:17) (yes. Hilt is spelled like that intentionally. I can't believe I'm doing this to Clark. He's so wholesome. So loving. So kind. So Kansas. Buy beautiful Kansas turkeys from the people who care for their stock. Kent's Turkeys. Get stuffed.)

Y/N's legs gave out, but luckily, his legs were strong enough to hold them both up.

She inhaled deeply, feeling as her hands were held behind her back with one of Clark's hands and he used the other to turn her face to him.

"I still love you." He whispered, before pulling out almost all the way out, and then, slamming back into her.

"I love you so much." He repeated his earlier actions before placing a sloppy kiss on her lips, relishing in the warmth of her lips.

The only place he could kiss in front of his parents.

He began to pound into her, his cock reaching deeper with each thrust.

Y/N felt him deep, felt him in her core.

Her insides hugged him tighter than her pencil skirt hugged her figure and she whimpered, the sound equivalent to bell's chimes to his ears.

"Do that again. I liked it." He whispered, his voice gruff and harsh, unfamiliar to the way he normally sounded and he gripped her wrists tighter, her chest flat against the door of the stall.

His cock slid in and out of her, filling her up, then leaving her empty and she moaned, her eyes dazed and half-lidded as she took her lip between her teeth, careful to not make another sound.

"Office is empty, bub. Let me hear how much of a cockloving whore you really are."

Her eyes widened, and she nearly turned to look at him, before he pulled out completely. She watched, dumbfounded as he began to pump his cock, his fist fast, using her juices as lubrication.

"It'll take too long for me to come. And we only have a bit over half an hour." He explained, before shoving back into her.

"You're so fucking tight. Like, you're made just for me. And nobody else." He groaned, placing a kiss to the nape of her neck as he continued to pound mercilessly, cock churning Y/N's insides in the best way possible.

Her legs wobbled and shook, as she felt herself edge towards another brain melting wave of pleasure.

"Oh, you're gonna come, pretty girl? You're gonna come on my cock? All for me? That sweet cunt's only ever gonna come on this cock." He grumbled, his voice lazy and low as Y/N quivered, her voice a cry of ecstasy as she came, her walls tightening around his cock.

She felt her eyes quiver, her skeleton shake in pleasure as he kept pumping through her orgasm.

"Aw, you came like such a fucking good girl. And you're taking Kryptonian cock like a fucking champ. All 23 inches. That's not even humanly possible but it is for my good girl, isn't it?"

At this point, Y/N didn't hear what he said. It was as though she were wearing earmuffs and the only thing she could hear was the sound of skin hitting against skin, and soft pants.

"Holy fuck, I'm getting close. But you're closer." He grinned, sliding his hand down her body before vigorously (keyword: vigorously) circling her sensitive bud.

"Clark, no. Too- fuck- too sensitive. My brain..." she mewled, her voice a pathetic whimper of a woman who's organs were being moved around.

"That cute, naughty little clit of yours is begging to be touched, princess. I'm just doing what I need to."

He began to thrust sloppily, easing his way to his climax before placing soft kisses along her shoulders.

She came with a choked sob, her eyes blinded by stars and her legs too weak to even stand or attempt to stand. Her nails had dug into her palms in a poor attempt to blind herself from the pleasure with pain.

But it only heightened her sensitivity.

"Holy fuck. Holy fuck." He moaned, a soft cry escaping his lips as he came, his cock deep and buried in her core, his thighs quaking but staying strong.

(02:24) (yea. This is what I am.)

He stayed inside, his cum dripping down the backs of her thighs and he sighed heavily, pulling out of her and instead, thrusting his fingers into her, plugging her shut.

Carefully, he picked up his glasses and rested them atop his head, before lifting her up, placing her on the toilet seat.

"Pee. I won't look." He averted his gaze, a blush on his face, and Y/N stared at him, her expression dumbfounded and tired.

"I can't pee with your fingers in me." She spoke.

"But I don't want it to run out yet." He pouted and she glared, but proceeded to pee, careful to not pee on him, as much as her heart would've wanted it.

She wiped, a glare still evident on her face and he helped her up, only removing his fingers once he had pulled up her underwear.

"I love you. Have fun at work."

He placed a loving, tender kiss on her lips as he walked her out, taking her to her car.

"You're a son of a bitch, Clark. A real asshole."

(02:49)

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