#red!clark kent smallville

[littlesoulshine]

𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓼 C.Kent

warnings: 18+, smut, includes: red!clark and phantom clark.

the night was heavy with tension, the air thick with the intoxicating mix of red kryptonite and something darker, more elusive. you found yourself trapped between two versions of clark—one, the wild, unrestrained man led by the burning influence of the red rock; the other, a shadow of himself, a phantom born of the deepest corners of his mind, both devastatingly real, both desperately hungry for you.

“you look so fucking perfect like this,” red!clark murmured, his voice a silken growl as he traced a thumb along your jawline, his lips curling into a wicked grin. his eyes, usually so soft, burned with raw desire, flicking between you and the phantom, who stood behind you, a silent, brooding presence. “don’t you think so?”

the phantom's touch was cold, yet electric, fingers ghosting down your spine. his lips brushed the shell of your ear, a whisper that sent shivers cascading down your body. “perfect doesn’t begin to describe you. tell me, can you handle both of us?”

a gasp caught in your throat as red!clark’s hands roamed over your body, his fingers firm, possessive. “we’re going to ruin you,” he promised, his mouth capturing yours in a searing kiss. his tongue invaded, tasting, claiming, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. you could feel the phantom’s presence, his hands slipping around your waist, holding you steady, his breath cool against your neck as red!clark devoured your lips.

“i want to taste every inch of you,” red!clark murmured as he pulled back, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with the promise of sin. “but i think our phantom friend deserves a taste first, don’t you?”

before you could respond, the phantom turned you to face him, his eyes dark, filled with an endless hunger. he lowered himself to his knees, his hands sliding down your thighs, parting them with a gentle, but firm touch. “you’ll love this,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your heated core as he leaned in.

his tongue was cold fire, a contrast that made you gasp, your hands tangling in his hair as he licked a slow, deliberate path along your folds. his tongue moved with an almost inhuman precision, flicking over your clit, teasing it with light, feathered strokes before circling it again, more insistent. you moaned, your body arching into his touch, the sensation building in waves, each one more powerful than the last.

red!clark knelt beside you, his hands sliding up your torso, thumbs grazing over your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your already trembling form. “look at you,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “so fucking beautiful when you fall apart.”

“you should see her from here,” the phantom murmured against your skin, his tongue diving back into your folds, lapping up your essence with a hunger that left you trembling. his hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he feasted on you, his tongue plunging deeper, curling inside you, dragging out your pleasure with every stroke.

red!clark watched, his hand sliding down his own body, gripping his cock, stroking it lazily as he watched you fall apart. “i want you to scream for us,” he said, his voice a command wrapped in velvet. “let the whole world know who’s making you feel this good.”

you cried out, your hands clutching at the phantom’s hair as your orgasm crashed over you, your body quaking, hips bucking against his mouth as he licked you through the high. you could barely catch your breath before red!clark was lifting you, carrying you to the bed, his mouth capturing yours again, tasting your pleasure on your lips.

“now it’s my turn,” he said, positioning you beneath him, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing, relentless. he pushed inside slowly, filling you inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt, a groan ripping from his throat as your walls clenched around him.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a pace that had you gasping, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. the phantom knelt beside you, his fingers brushing your cheek, tilting your head toward him as he leaned in to capture your mouth in a kiss that was as cool and consuming as his touch.

“you feel so good around him,” the phantom whispered against your lips, his hand trailing down your body, his fingers finding your clit, circling it in time with red!clark’s thrusts. “but you can take more, can’t you?”

your body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight as red!clark pounded into you, the phantom’s fingers working your clit with expert precision. you nodded, words lost to the overwhelming pleasure.

“then let us give you everything,” red!clark growled, his pace quickening, hips snapping against yours as the phantom’s mouth traveled down your body, his tongue joining his fingers, licking and sucking at your clit, adding to the sensory overload that had you teetering on the edge.

they worked in perfect harmony, red!clark’s cock filling you, stretching you, while the phantom’s mouth and fingers sent waves of pleasure radiating from your core. your body convulsed, caught in the whirlwind of their combined desires, your climax a force that left you breathless, screaming their names into the dark, endless night.