Ethical Gooner

He tails you for a mile or two, those bright red and blue lights finally flashing in your rearview, painting the dashboard in slow, pulsing color. Your heart kicks up the second you hear the crunch of gravel under his boots as he approaches. When you roll the window down, there he is—hat tipped low, jaw tight, that star pinned to his chest catching the light like a warning.

“Something wrong, Mr. Officer?” you ask, all soft and sweet, batting your lashes like you don’t already know exactly how this ends.

Clark doesn’t smile. He just hooks a thumb in his belt and rumbles, “Step out of the vehicle, ma’am.”

The second your feet hit the dirt he’s on you, spinning you around and pressing you front-first against the warm trunk of your car. His big hands are everywhere—sliding up your thighs, squeezing your hips, palming your breasts through your thin sundress while he leans in close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath on your neck.

“You know how fast you were going?” he growls, voice low and rough like gravel under tires. One hand slips between your legs, cupping you possessively, fingers teasing just enough to make your knees weak. “Reckless driving. Gonna have to write you up for that.”

You bite your lip, arching back into him. “Is there… any other way I can pay for it, Sheriff?” The smirk you feel against your ear is pure sin.

“Fuck baby… you feel so good already,” I moan softly, curling my fingers just right while I hold the vibe steady on her clit. Her hips twitch up instantly, a needy whimper slipping out.

“Baby please… it feels so good,” she breathes, voice shaky. “Please don’t stop, I need more—”

I keep the rhythm steady, fucking her deeper with my fingers and pressing the vibrator firmer, watching her get closer and closer. Her moans get louder, thighs starting to tremble, but right when she’s right there on the edge I pull the vibe back just a little and slow my fingers.

“mm-mm not yet,” I murmur against her thigh, kissing it softly. “Hold it for me. You’re doing so good for me baby.”

“Baby… fuck please,” she whines, hips chasing my hand desperately. “I was so close, please let me cum, I really need to... its so bad-”

I smile and give her a little more, thrusting my fingers faster and putting the vibrator back on her clit, turning it up. She starts grinding against it, getting messier, moaning louder. “That’s it baby, good girl… you’re taking my fingers so well while I tease your clit. Keep begging for me.”

She’s close again, i can feel her pulsing around my fingers, thighs shaking hard. “Please baby please- I’m gonna cum, fuck please let me-"

I pull back again at the last second, slowing everything down until she’s whimpering and squirming. “nooo not yet. Can you hold it a little longer? You sound so fucking pretty when you’re desperate like this.”

She’s breathing heavy, voice breaking as she begs even sweeter. “Baby please I can’t- I need to cum so bad, I’ll be so good, just let me cum on my fingers please-”

I groan softly and finally give in, fucking her harder with my fingers and pressing the vibrator tight against her clit on the highest setting. “Good girl… you’re so fucking perfect. Cum for me baby”

Her begging turns into broken moans as she finally lets go. I feel her pussy clamp down tight around my fingers, thighs shaking hard while she soaks my hand and the sheets, body arching and trembling with every wave. I keep fucking her through it with my fingers and the vibrator, drawing it out nice and slow, milking every last pulse that i can.

“you like that, don’t you?” the rasp in his voice mixed with the way he grinds his hips down slowly, cock stretching you out perfectly, causes your eyelids to flutter closed and your nails to sink into the skin of his hip with each thrust. “like feelin’ how deep i am, honey?” teeth nip at your ear, one of his hands pressed down on your back, keeping you pinned down on the bed while the other rests beside your head. “yeah, you do, just look at you.”

you try to reply but with how his hand presses down on your lower back again, your eyes roll back and your lips part with a choked moan at the deep stretch of his cock pressing deeper into your cunt, walls fluttering around him. “that’s it, let me in, honey.” he cooes into the shell of your ear.

beyond the room, you can faintly hear the sound of waves crashing outside the sliding doors, a subtle reminder of the vacation you both took together for some warranted down time, but your mind isn’t focused on that, it’s focused on the feeling of his slow thrusting, focused on the sound of his breathless panting. the world outside doesn’t exist. not when he’s with you.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he groans deeply, palms of his hands landing on the globes of your ass, and his eyes; hooded and lustful, watch the bounce of flesh. “so pretty like this.”

the fabric of the pillows muffle your moans, muffles the choked whines each time his hand lands on your ass, squeezing and rubbing to ease sting away gently. your body begins to jolt, moving higher up the bed each time he pulls out so the tip remains, just to sink back into you a little harder. the sounds of skin slapping together echoes the room loudly.

“so deep,” your words are slurred and breathless, eyes half open. “you’re so deep, honey, can’t, oh fuck,” the hand you had on his hip flies off and grips the sheet tightly beneath you, eyes rolling back a second time when both his hands are dripping your hips, practically dragging you back and forth onto his cock.

you’re pretty sure you’ve got drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth and onto the silk sheets below, but you don’t seem to care, he sure as hell doesn’t. the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, and it causes you to squirm underneath him but his hands stay clamped around your hips, keeping you from moving away from him.

“nuh uh, stay here, baby, just stay right here. yeah, that’s it, good girl.” his praise goes straight to your cunt and your walls clamp around him tightly. “takin’ it so good,” he’s sitting back just enough to look at the way you’re both connected, the sight of the thick creamy white ring around the base of his cock causes him to growl. a growl that emits from deep in his chest. he huffs out a breath through his nose, and keeping his thrusts hard enough to have you whining and moaning, but then switches them to a slow grind of his hips to have you begging all over again. 

the second he’s lowering himself over you, the angle causes him to sink even deeper if that’s possible; he moves from your hips, and forms his hands into fists and presses themdown onto the mattress on each side of your hips instead and one of your hands grab onto the hard muscle of his arm, nails sinking into the skin once his thrusts get harder, driving into you with vigor. “i love you,” he groans, sweat forming on the hairline of his face and then down his temple, eyes flickering between where his cock slides in and out of your cunt and then at the way your muscles in your back tense. “love you so much.”

you’re rendered speechless, hair sticking to your face, tears streak down your face at the pure feeling of him fucking you so deep and good into the mattress that any thoughts you did have are now gone. you bury your face deeper into the pillows when he’s suddenly moving his arm, not the one you’re still holding and slides his hand down your stomach before his fingers find your throbbing clit, that you scream into the pillow, his long digits rubbing slow but constant figure eights on the sensitive nub in tune with each of his thrusts. “ohmygod! don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you finally manage to cry out.

he grins smugly, and shakes his head despite you not being able to see him. “never, honey, never gonna stop.” he promises.

your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, no prior warning and your walls tighten around his cock again, his breatch hitches at the feeling and clenches his jaw tightly and you can tell he isn’t far behind with how his movements get slower and sloppier above you, groaning and moaning breathlessly; the sweat from his forehead and chest drop onto your back but he doesn’t stop, his fingers against your clit don’t stop either.

“gonna cum, baby,” his voice is wrecked, raspy and low. “where do you want it?”

“inside,” you gasped out, your body still coming from the high of your own orgasm; you’re pretty sure he might even pull another one from you if he keeps it up. “want it inside, please, need it inside.”

all it takes is a few more deep thrusts, and his entire body locks and tenses before he’s spilling deep inside you. “wait, baby, don’t do that,” he chokes out weakly when your cunt flutters around him, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth. “christ,” his cock twitches inside you, and when you hum contently at the feeling of him filling you up just like you always ask for he laughs hoarsly. “you’re greedy,” he murmurs, carefully lowering himself to press his chest against your back. his body was warm despite being sweaty. “and beautiful.” 

once he’s close enough he presses his face into your neck from behind, you turn your head as best you can, even if the angle is awkward, and press a kiss to his temple; you hope it’s his temple; your eyes are still hooded and glazed. “love you, honey. stay like this with me for a while.”

pairing: clark kent x f!reader this is just a quick(ie) little smut.... i was inspired by supergirl but there's not any spoilers i just got an idea... please.... send me some more ideas for clark... i cant stop thinking about him... and ive been watching smallville again too :P warnings: piv, creampie, clark talks you thru it always, multiple orgasms, i need him so bad

Each of your words is punctuated by a kiss. “I mean, I really am glad Kara’s staying. Don’t get me wrong.” You assure, fingers sliding to grasp onto Clark’s curls. “It’s just—“

He’s nodding along with your words, “Uh-huh. No privacy, honey.” He’s kissing along your neck now, fingers teasing at the bare skin when your shirt rides up underneath him. 

Katsuki is restless, frantic energy while he's awake, but the second he drifts off, he turns into something entirely different. He has this subconscious need to be tethered to you, his hand sliding under your shirt and gripping your breast with a possessive, heavy weight before he’s even fully under.

He doesn't do it with any kind of finesse; he just finds the weight of your skin and pulls you close until your nipple is pressed against his lips. It’s almost instinctual, the way he starts suckling on you while he’s still half-asleep. His tongue is warm and his mouth is hot, his rhythm slow and rhythmic as he pulls, his hand kneading the soft flesh of your breast with a firm, steady grip that tells you exactly who you belong to.

"Katsuki," you murmur, your voice breathless as his mouth creates a sharp, delicious tension.

a/n: i NEED to get my boycunt ruined im telling u… so i wrote abt it

CW: breeding kink, so much of it, tongue fucks you while you’re full with cum, a bit unrealistic but that’s the fun of it, talks of getting the reader knocked up, not proofread!

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your hands slip up from the wall as your boyfriend pounds his cock in and out of your tight cunt, his cockhead brushinv against your cervix with every thrust, gasping as his grip on your hips are more than enough to keep you up, his muscles flexing as he grabs you from your hips and slams you on his dick, the cold water streaming along your ass; dripping onto his cock as he moans and pulls you flush against his chest by your neck.

“look at you, just a good dicking is enough to make you such a whore, hm?” you whine as you feel your cunt clench around his fat cock, milking all of the pre cum as he groans, “fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight, your cunt’s so fucking good around my dick, boy.” your body shakes as his fingers rub your clitoris harshly, you cry out as you feel your orgasm wash over you in waves, coating his dick with your cum as your body convulses and he moans, thrusting deeper, “fuck- you got even tighter, that’s right, cum for me, good boy”

"AM I NOT YOUR BABY?"

18+ mdni

anyone(male) x black fem!reader

Warnings: anal, dirty talk, squirting , doggy style

His innocent little princess, his baby, the girl who cries from one or two many orgasms. So imagine his surprise when you suggest anal to him. Sure, he thinks it's hot, but can you even handle it? Sure, you may have done your research and did all the right prep, but look at you. The second his cock bottoms out inside you, that little hole, you're gonna be a complete wreck, and he was right.

His hips move slow at first, deep and steady, worshiping every inch of space he's filling inside you, feeling your wet hole twitch and shudder around the thick length of his cock. You try your best to adjust to him at that very moment.

"Fuck, I love you," he breathes against your sweaty skin, "so damn much." My perfect girl. My sweet baby." He watches your smaller hand squeeze around his bigger one.

"Deeper—hahh, I can take it..." you breathed out, arching your back on his cock, making your poor legs tremble; he can't think straight anymore.

Seeing you like this, begging for more it's like every goddamn wet dream he's ever had. Your hand clutching his, "Anything," he murmurs, "anything for you, baby." The two of you stay like that for a hot minute, sweating and panting as he bottoms out completely inside of you.

"Gonna Holy shit—gonna pull out, yeah, baby," he whispers into your ear. The only thing you could do was nod weakly, feeling his cock leave your hole, that burning stretch almost completely gone, leaving you empty and begging.

He dives back in. a slow, agonizing push forward just enough to make you gasp. Just as he bottoms out back into you, your body betrays you completely.

You feel yourself cumming before you notice it; your pussy clenches around nothing as you gush just from his cock fucking so deep in your ass. "Hahh...ahh…" The sounds you make are broken and understandable to anyone but him, and he watches the sight, eyes blown out wide, your legs shaking and quivering, your cunt still dripping like it's wanting cock. It turns him on so bad it's unimaginable.

"God, you're such a slut...squirting because you're getting your ass played with, huh, baby?" he croons, his warm hand stroking your sweaty back, trying to help you come down from your high even while you're overwhelmed and overstimulated, but the only thing that really bothers you is that, well...he called you a "slut," not his baby, not his girl, or princess, or anything sweet or endearing, but "slut." It hurts just a little, even if it seems like praise; you let out a choked whimper as you try to get your thoughts together even though that orgasm should've left you brainless.

"Am I not your baby anymore?" you gasped out pathetically. The world's leaving mouth was soft and blissful as you twisted to look right at him, your face a small, sad little pout. The sight was enough to make him nut right then and there.

He melts—how are you this cute? Pouting, turning all whiny and needy on him like a damn brat. He presses his chest against your back, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. "Yes, you’re my baby," he murmurs between kisses, but it still hurts a little, so you hide your face in the pillow.

"Stop hiding. I want to kiss you."

Every spring he’d lean over that fence and spend long, lazy minutes sipping the tiny droplets of nectar from the blooms, savoring their light, sugary sweetness on his tongue. Now he spends those same long, lazy minutes between your thighs, burying his face in your soaked cunt and pulling that same sweet nectar from you with slow, hungry licks and deep, greedy sucks—groaning like he’s found something even better than the flowers ever gave him.

He whispers it low and rough while he’s got your legs draped over his broad shoulders, voice muffled against your dripping folds: “Fuck, little honeysuckle… you’re drippin’ so sweet for me tonight.”

He growls it against your clit when he’s teasing you right to the edge, flicking his tongue just how you like it: “C’mon, honeysuckle, give me more of that sugar. Let me drink you up.”

And he rasps it like a prayer when he finally sinks his thick cock into you, forehead pressed to yours, hips rolling deep and steady: “That’s it, my little honeysuckle… soak my dick just like those pretty flowers soaked my tongue.”

He never lets you forget it—every time he eats your pussy, he’s chasing that same addictive, sun-warmed sweetness he remembers from home.

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Your bed frame from a month ago was the first casualty, splintering like matchsticks under Clark’s grip as you rode him, your thighs clamped around his hips, and your walls fluttering greedily around every thick inch of his dick. The crack of wood had startled you both—until it didn’t. By the third ruined frame, you were laughing mid-moan, forehead pressed to his as he growled apologies between thrusts that still managed to punch the breath from your lungs.

But after the seventh one—some poor reinforced steel thing that had lasted all of nine minutes—you’d barely caught your breath before Clark flipped you beneath him, caging you with his massive body. “No more headboards,” he muttered, voice rough as gravel. One hand slid under your ass, the other wrapped around your back, and he simply held you.

Suspended and completely at his mercy. You felt weightless, yet every brutal snap of his hips drove him impossibly deeper. No creaking wood, no splintering slats, all you could hear was the wet slap of skin, your broken little cries, and the low rumble in his chest as he fucked you like he was trying to imprint himself into your soul.

“Fuck- Clark—” Your nails raked down his invulnerable back, uselessly. He didn’t even flinch. Just tightened his grip, one arm banded across your spine, the other hand splayed between your shoulder blades so you were pressed flush to him, tits crushed against his chest, clit grinding against his pelvis with every devastating stroke.

“You feel so good,” he groaned against your throat, fangs—fangs, because he was losing control—grazing your pulse. “So fucking tight. Milking me. I can feel every pulse, every twitch… I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” Your legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the perfect curve of his ass as he drove you higher and higher.

No leverage for you to move, no escape. Clark’s impossible strength kept you right where he wanted you while he ruined you from the inside out. When you came, it hit like a supernova—back arching, cunt clamping down so hard he snarled and stuttered, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled deep inside you, hot and endless.

He didn’t let you go even after. Just held you there, still buried inside your twitching heat, rocking slow and lazy while you trembled in his arms. “Next time,” he whispered, kissing the tears from your lashes, “I’m fucking you against the wall. Or in the air. Somewhere I don’t have to worry about breaking anything but you.”

You laughed, breathless and blissed-out, clenching around him again just to hear that wrecked sound he made. “Promise?”