hear me out… clark with his alien anatomy and going into his rut… finally satisfied with how full his partner is (stomach probably bulging) pulls out but then his cum starts leaking out :( so obviously he has to plug her back up again
he's panting—gasping for air. finally, you're full enough. his skin stopped buzzing and he's feeling somewhat normal again!
"f-finally– you're finally full, sweetie.." he's huffing those words out, his grip tightening around your shoulders that he was holding for leverage. he doesn't even need to use his x-ray vision to see how full you were, he can feel it. he can practically hear it, too.
so it's with a content smile that clark kent bites his lip and pulls out of you slowly, his stomach caving at the sensation of being slightly overatimulated, thanks to his buds rubbing against your slick walls.
he leans in and kisses you right when his tip kisses your entrance goodbye for what you thought was the last time. "you did so well, baby... such a good, good girl, aren't cha?" he cooes before licking a stripe up your swollen lips as you offer him a woozy smile, mind still hazy from the intense breeding.
but right as he was about to get up and take you to the bathroom, he heard it.
he heard your walls push something out of your cunt.
his cum was leaking out of you slowly but evenly, small globes of semen dripping down your ass and onto the couch. his eyes seemed dull for a moment, and you thought it was just him using his super abilities, as per usual.
he was simply letting the sensations—the buzzing, the heat, the craving—sink back in.
"oh." he simply let out, and your head fell to the side. "what's wron- a–ah! c-clark!" you barely had the time to question him before he used his thick fingers to scoop some it back up and plunge it all into your core. "it's leaking." and he seems so nonchalant about it, almost disappointed.
finally, his gaze bored back into yours, and you shivered at his next words.
"I need to fill you up again, sweets."
