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18+ chubby!readers first time sitting on tojis face

NSFW, smut, face riding, oral f!receiving, ass grabbing.

tojis sprawled on top of the mattress of your shared bed, hands tucked behind his head. hes got that same cocky look on his face, the one that tells you hes about to get exactly what he wants.

his arms look even bigger like this, scarred, heavy and muscular. they flex with each movement he makes, each shift.

"come on," he grunts, impatient, signaling for you to come closer.

you're kneeling on the mattress, hands resting on your thighs. tojis been asking you to do this for months, and its months that you've been refusing, shying away each time he tries to get you on top of him.

18+ chubby!readers first time sitting on tojis face

NSFW, smut, face riding, oral f!receiving, ass grabbing.

tojis sprawled on top of the mattress of your shared bed, hands tucked behind his head. hes got that same cocky look on his face, the one that tells you hes about to get exactly what he wants.

his arms look even bigger like this, scarred, heavy and muscular. they flex with each movement he makes, each shift.

"come on," he grunts, impatient, signaling for you to come closer.

you're kneeling on the mattress, hands resting on your thighs. tojis been asking you to do this for months, and its months that you've been refusing, shying away each time he tries to get you on top of him.

𐔌 . ❥ ˚ ‧  ‎‎ ・‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎кαмσ ¢нσѕσ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 0.4k‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ˚. ᵎᵎ choso's obsessed with you riding him‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎˙ ̟‎ ‎ ‎ ꒰ mdni ꒱ ‎ ‎ cw ‎ ‎ ‎‎： ‎ ‎riding ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ・ִ . ‎ ‎ ‎‎ piv ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ・˚ . ‎ ‎ ‎‎ creampie

choso didn’t think he was the obsessive type, not until he met you. now he’s certain that he’s obsessive because the sight of you riding his cock has him dazed and, well, obsessed. eyes practically filled with hearts at the way you whine about how he’s ‘too big’ to keep going but still moving regardless, bounces slowing to needy grinds.

“don’t stop,” he pouts, “keep going.”

your cunt jumps around him, “but cho—”

“just a little more,” encouraging, hands on your hips pulling at your soft skin. “i wanna keep watching you move.”

hands planted on his chest to leverage yourself a little better, “you’re lucky i like you,” sulking as your thighs spread a bit wider over him.

he really does feel lucky in this moment because even though you’re too tired to keep the pace you had earlier, you’re moving your hips quickly, desperately. chasing what feels good for you and he loves that, loves watching you use him to make yourself feel good. getting off on it an obscene amount, and his dick twitching inside you has you mewling.

every grind forward has his cock pulling from you just the tiniest bit and the slide is smooth, your creamy cunt swallowing him back in before he can mourn the loss of your heat. there isn’t a single doubt in his mind that you’re leaving behind a milky, white ring around his shaft.

your arms are trembling, weak from exhausting yourself and how good it feels. “cho, i cant– hng– i can’t—”

“i got you,” he coos softly, comforting.

and then he’s grabbing your hips harshly and fucking up into you quick, sharp. the lewd squelching of your pussy getting fucked so well filling the room. and he’s still watching you, delighting in how you whimper and fall apart on his dick. taking him so well, lower lip wobbling as you get closer and closer to cumming.

“you’re so pretty,” he compliments, “i love you so much, so pretty when you’re on top.”

his words do you in, he knows it. your cunt shivering around him at the praise and gushing around him as you reach your high, soaking his dick. as hard as he tries, he can’t hold off on cumming. pumping you full of his hot load, groaning through his orgasm because you’re so snug around him and so pretty when you cum.

even through your shaking, he’s still helping you hump down into him. twitching on top of his lap as your clit grinds against his pelvis, all sensitive and dazed. a part of him wanting to make you keep going, for you to keep riding him even if it overstimulates your poor pussy.

because he’s not just obsessed with you riding him but also with how you cum... and everything else about you.

you wanted to start to undress, lifting your shirt over your head when choso stopped you. “maybe you can… stay dressed?”

you eyed your boyfriend who sat on the edge of the bed completely naked, his cock twitching and leaking against his stomach after all the heated kisses. his cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy.

“you want me to stay dressed?” you asked, surprised.

“mhmm.” he nodded shyly, biting his lip. that’s how you ended up dry humping choso’s bare leg.

your soaked panties dragged slowly against his thick, muscular thigh, the friction making you sigh softly. choso whimpered beneath you, hands trembling as they rested on your hips.

“feels so good…” his cock lay heavy and untouched against his abs, leaking messily every time you rolled your hips. “you’re so wet… i can feel it all over my leg.”

you braced your hands on his shoulders and ground down harder, the wet patch on your panties growing darker as you rubbed your clothed pussy against his bare skin. choso’s head fell back with a moan, thighs flexing underneath you.

“please… don’t stop,” he begged quietly, looking up at you with needy eyes. “use me. use my leg however you want… i just want to feel you.”

you moved faster, grinding your swollen clit against the firm muscle of his thigh. choso was panting now, chest heaving, cock twitching helplessly as it continued to drip precum all over his stomach. he looked so pretty like this—completely naked and desperate while you stayed fully dressed, using him for your pleasure.

“you’re making such a mess.”

choso whimpered, fingers digging into your hips. “i’m sorry… can’t help it. you feel too good. i’m so hard it hurts but… fuck, i love when you use me like this.”

you leaned forward and kissed him, still grinding on his thigh. choso moaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours obediently as his cock continued leaking, completely ignored between you.

“please…” he whispered against your lips. “keep going. make yourself cum on me. i want to feel it.”

you smiled against his mouth and rolled your hips harder, soaking his bare leg even more while choso trembled and whimpered beneath you.

“i’m close—”

“yes— please cum on me,” choso whispered. “i want to feel it. please—”

your orgasm hit you hard, riding out every wave while choso watched with wide eyes. he couldn’t look away from the sight—the way your soaked panties rubbed against his thigh, the shiny wetness on his skin, the way your body trembled on top of him.

“oh god—” without any touch to his cock at all, choso suddenly came.

thick ropes of cum spurted from his untouched cock, painting his stomach and chest in messy streaks. he whimpered your name, completely lost in the sight of you cumming on his thigh. his cock continued twitching and leaking even after he finished, still painfully hard.

you slowed your movements, breathing heavily as you looked down at him. “you came…” you whispered, a little stunned.

he nodded weakly, cheeks burning red. “couldn’t help it… you looked so pretty cumming on me.” and then he pulled you down into a messy kiss, still trembling from his untouched orgasm.

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! 🐚 » 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦! 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 ! 𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰, 𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘵.

you've got him spread out beneath you on the bed, wrists pinned above his head with one hand, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. he's already a mess—tears trailing down his temples, lips parted, dark eyes glassy and fixed on you with that desperate, worshipful look.

"please," he whimpers, voice wrecked. "please, mommy, i—i can't—"

you hum, thumb sliding up the underside of his shaft, circling the swollen head. he jerks, a broken sob catching in his throat. pre-cum is dripping down your fingers, pooling in his navel, slick and hot.

"you can," you murmur, squeezing the base tight, denying him. "you can take more for me, can't you, sweetheart?"

he nods frantically, tears spilling over. "yes—yes, mommy, i can—i'll be good—just please—"

but you don't let him cum. you stroke him slow, agonizingly slow, watching his hips twitch and stutter, trying to fuck up into your fist. his breathing is ragged, chest heaving, and every time you ghost your thumb over his tip he lets out a high, keening sound.

"look at you," you coo, tightening your grip just enough to make him gasp. "so pretty like this. all wet and aching for me."

"p-please, mommy, i need—i need to—"

you shake your head, and he sobs, a real, broken sob. his cock is flushed dark, throbbing in your hand, and when you finally release the pressure at the base and stroke him fully, he screams.

his back arches off the bed, tears streaming, mouth open in a silent cry as cum shoots out in thick, violent ropes—splattering across his stomach, his chest, even his chin. you don't stop. you keep pumping him through it, overstimulating him, and he writhes, crying, babbling.

"too much—mommy, too much—please, please, can't—"

his cock is still spurting, weaker now, but you squeeze and twist, and he shudders, a fresh wave of cum leaking out, mixing with the mess on his skin.

"one more," you whisper, merciless. "give me one more, baby."

he shakes his head, but his body obeys, a final pulse of cum dripping weakly from his slit as he sobs your name, broken and raw.

you finally let go, and he collapses, chest heaving, tears still wet on his cheeks. he looks up at you with those big, tear-filled eyes, lips trembling.

"thank you, mommy," he whispers, voice shot.

you lean down and kiss his forehead, tasting salt. "thank you? oh, we're far from over sweetie."

your hot and extremely sexy coah, toji’s got you pinned front-first against the cool glass, your palms slipping down it with every rough thrust. his big hand splays wide over your lower stomach, pressing down hard like he needs to feel exactly where he’s buried.

“fuck, feel that?” he growls low against your ear, voice all gravel and heat. his hips snap forward again, sinking so deep you swear you can see the bulge shifting under his palm. he grinds there, slow and deliberate, fingers digging in to map every inch of himself stretching you open.

the pressure makes everything tighter, hotter, your walls fluttering around his thick cock while he rocks just enough to drag against that spot that turns your legs to liquid.

you whimper, forehead pressed to the mirror, breath fogging the reflection of your own fucked-out face. toji’s other arm bands across your chest, holding you upright while he fucks you harder, the wet sound of it obscene in the empty room. every time he bottoms out his hand presses firmer, possessive, like he’s claiming the space inside you.

“that’s me, right there,” he mutters, almost to himself, thumb stroking over the faint ridge he can feel. his pace picks up, relentless, balls slapping against you as sweat rolls down his chest and smears across your back.

“toji, toji—toji” the mirror shows everything; his dark hair sticking to his forehead, the flex of his arms, the way your body jolts with each thrust. he doesn’t let up and keeps that steady pressure on your stomach so you both know exactly how deep he’s wrecking you.

your knees buckle but he doesn’t let you fall, instead fucks you through it, groaning when you clench down harder around him. “good girl. take every fucking inch.”

hcs w/ nanami kento: when you initiate

when you close the distance between you and nanami, his first reaction is to momentarily freeze.

he's surprised, but pleased. his brain just has to go offline for half a second first. then his eyebrows lift slightly, and he melts into you as soon as his body catches up with his head.

whether you grab his tie, pull him into a kiss, or initiate intimacy in bed, he feels the need to collect himself before letting go.

there's this pause where he's just looking at you like you've done something genuinely surprising. he won't say anything. but his ears are just red enough to notice.

the first time it happens, he genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself.

if you push him against the wall, he’ll stay there. hands hovering at your waist, eyes hooded.

he won’t take over unless you ask. you set the pace and nanami meets you with ease.

if there is ever a moment you falter or hesitate, he fills in, flipping the script smoothly. one hand cradling your jaw, the other bracing you, because his core need is your comfort, even if you're leading.

he’s secretly relieved. because nanami feels guilty about being ‘too tired’ or ‘too focused on work’ to make the first move, it lifts an invisible weight off his shoulder when you initiate.

after, he will press his lips to your temple, say nothing for a long moment. then quietly add a “thank you.”

actively hopes you'll continue doing it. leaves small hints. a lingering touch, a pointed look over his glasses.

observant by his nature, nanami becomes a student of your patterns. starts noticing when you're about to reach for his hand, when you're working up to something. he wouldn't ever stop you. instead nanami just makes it easier. angles himself toward you. leaves less distance between. he'd never admit out loud that's what he's doing.

are you initiating because you want to? he needs to know. nanami respects your emotional safety above all, and he won't shy away from pausing to ask—just once, simply, and if only something feels uncertain, even in the middle of your takeover.

“are you sure?”/“you don’t have to prove anything.”. the last thing he wants is for you to feel pressured to balance his reserved nature. once he believes you, he drops it.

the soft smile and sincere praise nanami offers afterwards feels like a reward for your boldness. he won't deny that, but he still fully means it. he lightly cups your cheek with his palm, only to gaze at you like you’ve solved a complex problem he’d been overthinking for weeks.

nanami will never reject you coldly, even when tired. makes sure to hold your initiating hand against his chest for a long moment. he's careful. doesn’t want to make you feel dismissed. sets boundaries gently.

he has a complicated relationship with how much he just likes it. nanami files the feeling away somewhere private — the way you just close the distance like it costs you nothing. he doesn't have a word for what it does to him. he doesn't look for one.

there's just something about you initiating that disarms nanami in a way he never would have expected. he has spent so long being deliberate and controlled, and you come and close the gap without ceremony. it does something to his mind. nanami can't name it. but he's thought about it more times than he cares to know.

once you grabbed his tie to pull him down to you, and he kissed you without hesitation then very calmly straightened it when done like nothing happened.

you have no clue that the thing that undoes nanami is way smaller than you would've thought. like holding his hand. unprompted, in the middle of nothing. as he reads. cooks. and he lets you. holds it a little tighter.

nanami gets almost playful about it eventually. once his trust runs deep, he starts leaving his tie slightly crooked on purpose. just to see if you'll fix it. just to see if you'll pull.

at this point, you’re convinced that he’s obsessed with that little odd-shaped thing of silicone. the infatuation is typically at its height when he spoils you, wanting you babbling and pliant before he fucks you good.

“please,” you whimper, ducking your scorching face into his tense neck. warm sunshine and the musk of oakmoss invades your senses, and you squeeze your eyes shut as another wave of pleasure blindsides you. “can’t take it, clark.”

you’re straddling his lap, legs spread wide on either side of his strong, unmoving hips, cunt swallowing the knob of vibrating silicone while the rabbit plays with your too-sensitive clit.

sparks fly up your spine again as clark presses a hand to your lower back, pushing at the burn in your thighs and making the head of the dildo nudge against an impossible spot.

“what do you mean?” he asks, and you can hear the cheeky fucking smile on his dopey face. “you’re taking it just fine.”

(bastard, bastard, bastard.)

you’ve already come once on his tongue, and twice more with the rabbit making your hips jump and arousal wet the soft, quivering insides of your thighs until they glistened.

he’s only got his underwear on, dick visibly straining at the precum-dampened cotton. your nails don’t even make divots as you scrape them down his chest, through the trimmed wires of his happy trail.

you palm the thick, searing heat of him, needy and not at all firmly, for your fingers tremble with tiny shocks of overstimulation whenever you rock your hips back so the head catches on that sweet spot that makes you moan.

“oh, honey, you’re hardly doing it with conviction,” clark teases, though you know he’s biting back a groan. serves him right, not letting you stray from orgasm while he sits under you, neglected.

grinding up, the peak of his tent presses hard against your raw clit, still helpless to the onslaught of vibrations from the rabbit. you gasp, brow furrowing, arching deeper to chase the sticky heat of his clothed cock again.

clark releases a heady moan, tilting his head so that his plush lips pant straight into your ear. “that’s it, sweetheart…”

you can feel yourself barreling towards cumming again, pleasure burrowing at the base of your spine, stomach coiling with every noise that escapes his mouth.

clark’s low whimpers grow in frequency as you begin to chase your fourth orgasm, as the low hum of the vibration meshes with the filthy schlick noises from your soaked pussy that echo in his bedroom, as you fuck yourself desperately on the toy like you’re convincing yourself that it’s really his cock.

“fuck, fuck, clark—” you choke on a gasp, rubbing your clit (still wrapped in the ears of the rabbit) against his erection “—please, need you inside—”

your head spins, and suddenly you’re panting with your back against the sheets, breaths colored with a whine at the loss of stimulation.

you don’t have to wait for long, because before you know it, clark’s tossing the last scrap of fabric away and dwarfing the toy in his stupidly big hands.

just as the smooth, hot head of his cock meets your fluttering folds, he presses the dildo end to your clit, tapping warm silicone against your twitching bundle of nerves before switching the vibration back on.

his voice rumbles from above, thick with desire and tired of waiting. “i’m holding it here, baby. ‘s not going anywhere, even when i’m inside.”

He’s so much bigger than you.

That’s always been true, in height, in width, in the way his body seems to swallow yours whenever he pulls you close. But nothing compares to the moment he pushes inside you. When your legs are spread wide around his hips, breathing already shaky as he slowly sinks into you. He’s thick, long, and so deep that the moment he bottoms out, your eyes flutter shut.

“Look down, baby,” he whispers, voice low and rough. One of his big hands presses gently on your lower belly. “Watch.” You look.

There it is — a visible bulge in your stomach, rising every time he thrusts forward. The shape of him is unmistakable under your skin, pressing outward with every slow, deep roll of his hips. “Fuck,” he groans, eyes fixed on the sight. “Look at that… I’m so deep inside you I can see myself.”

He pulls back slightly, then pushes in again, slower this time, watching the bulge move with him. You whimper at the overwhelming fullness, your hand instinctively reaching down to feel it. Your fingers trace the outline of his cock through your own skin, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, pressing his hand over yours so you’re both feeling it together. “That’s me, baby. That’s how deep I am. How big I am inside this tight pussy.”

He starts moving faster, hips snapping forward with controlled power. The bulge becomes more pronounced, rising and falling with every thrust. You’re gasping, moaning, completely overwhelmed by the sight and the feeling of being so utterly filled by him. He leans down, forehead pressed to yours, still watching the way his dick moves inside you.

“So fucking pretty,” he breathes. “My dick making your tummy bulge like this… You were made for me.”

When you come, it’s with his hand still pressed over the bulge, feeling every pulse as your body squeezes around him. He follows right after, groaning deeply as he spills inside you, hips grinding slow and deep so you feel every throb. He stays buried in you afterward, hand gently stroking over the slight swell in your stomach, kissing you softly.

you measure clark's dick to figure out if he's a grower or a shower.

tags: pwp, blowjobs, dick…inspection? (1.1k wc)

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"a…grower or a…shower? you're messing with me. that's a real thing?"

you loom over clark with a sinister smile. the plasticky zzzzip of the tape measure slicing through the tension in the air.

"well?"

clark's expression is one of mortification, and a very personal need to refuse to back down on such a challenge. he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"right…here? on the balcony?" he squeaks, jumping when you retract the tape with the button mechanism.

"yep."

clarks lets out a pained groan as he slumps back into the armchair he was once peacefully lounging on. "you're evil." he mutters, all muffled into his palms. he takes a deep, resigned breath. tips of his ears visibly pink at the thought.

it was the closest you were gonna get to a yes. so you were certainly not going to spook him by mouthing off any further.

"you're adorable."

you press a chaste peck on his cheeks, ignoring his grumble, "but you really don't need to feel embarrassed about it. isn't it a guy thing? to be aware of your size and all?"

clark peeks through his fingers, slightly calmed by your kiss, "it's…just not how i pictured spending my afternoon. also. i am very painfully aware right now." he adds with a sigh, letting his arms drop down along the armrests.

𐙚⋆°｡ husband!nanami with a breeding kink ₊˚⊹ᰔ

Nanami had you pinned to the bed the second he got home from work, tie still half-loosened around his neck. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against your throat, voice low and rough. His hands were already under your shirt, pushing it up, palms warm and possessive. “My wife. Home. Waiting for me.”

He stripped you methodically — the same careful, deliberate way he did everything — but the second your panties hit the floor his control cracked. He spread your thighs wide, eyes dark behind his glasses as he looked at how wet you already were for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You want it too, don’t you? Want me to put a baby in you.”

You barely had time to answer before he was inside you — thick, deep, filling you in one smooth thrust. Nanami groaned, forehead pressed to yours, hips already rolling in that steady, relentless rhythm he knew drove you insane.

“Gonna breed you tonight,” he said, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. “Over and over until it takes. Until you’re swollen with my child.” His hand slid down, fingers pressing firmly over your lower belly like he was already claiming the space. “Right here. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you open, and fucked you harder. The headboard thumped against the wall. Every thrust was purposeful, bottoming out, grinding against your cervix like he was trying to push his cum straight into your womb.

Nanami’s usual composure was gone. His tie dangled between you, brushing your skin as he leaned down and growled in your ear.

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to breed this pretty cunt full.”

When you moaned the words back, he lost it. His pace turned punishing — sharp, deep strokes that made you see stars. One hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise while the other rubbed tight circles over your clit.

“Come for me,” he ordered, voice strained. “Milk me dry. I’m not pulling out.”

You came hard, clenching around him, and Nanami followed with a low, broken groan. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, pulsing thick and hot inside you. He didn’t pull out. Instead he rocked his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, pushing every drop deeper.

“Stay still,” he panted, still hard. “I’m not done. We’re doing this again. And again. Until I’m sure it took.”

He kissed your stomach softly, almost reverent, even as his cock twitched inside you, already getting ready for round two.

I need ur opinion bout this, definitely for science purposes teehee

[explicit 18+ desperate heat hc’s] clark during his heats is a whole entirely different beast in bed. like. he’d normally hesitate before starting a round, kissing and teasing his lady’s neck at first to see if she initiates more to go further. when he’s in heat he establishes a safe word that means full stop and he respects it without a doubt, but if he doesn’t hear that safe word he goes hard. he’s getting his cock free no matter what time of day it is, he’s rutting it up against his lover like he’s on autopilot and wouldn’t fully be aware or conscious that he’s doing it. his body just takes over and leaves him in the backseat. when she’s not home he ruts himself against furniture, their couch pillows, blankets, slap himself up against the hard granite of the counter and making himself leak everywhere just to feel something. because his dick can’t take not having attention during these heats, it’s unbearable to feel the cool air and nothing else.

and he cums ungodly amounts too, like, splatters a mess and will keep fucking even after his nut, busting another, and another, and another. she tries to suck him good and deepthroat as much as she could to satisfy his poor aches but even after he cums she knows she barely scratched the surface of that need growing inside him. she takes a little bit of time off work to bounce on his cock for an entire afternoon, whimpering and wetting the sheets while clark is still stuck with an angry, determined furrow in his brow that showed precise focus and that he was not close to stopping. his final load is always climactic, bursts of thick white spilling everywhere he can’t control, his screams and howls unabashed while he gets sweat and cum everywhere - keeps pounding her pussy through his finish just to watch it gush out like a pool and make the nastiest sounds while he fucks it all back in.

thinking about lazy sex with clark...

tags — 18+ minors dni | f!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spooning sex, size difference, pet names (sweetheart & baby), dirty talk, creampie (0.6 wc)

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10 minutes left until the new year began meant 10 minutes for you and clark to make use of. and did that mean being laid naked on the living room table with your head dangling off the edge and clark’s head buried in between your legs? yes, yes it did

“oh my god— clark” you moaned his name when you felt his tongue lick a long stripe on your throbbing clit. your hips jerked as a reaction, but they barely moved due to clark arms hooked tightly around your legs

“tastes so good” clark murmured on your cunt, his tongue immediately speeding to resume its previous pace. “mm, mmm” this man was so pussy drunk he was blabbering every thought that was in his mind

“could stay here all day”

“oh honey” you couldn’t tell if he was calling you that or if he was calling your pussy that. but hell, you couldn’t focus— not when clark kent was on a mission to eat your soul out. 

your eyes were fixed on the window, and the window only due to your head being off the table edge. the city lights were bright and almost sparkling within the night sky. even though your view was upside down, you could also see the reflection just well— your hand buried in clark’s black hair and his strong, meaty arms hooking your legs in place, noticing the faint claw marks you placed on his back.

but your ogling was interrupted the moment you felt your pleasure slowly building up from the angles his tongue was hitting with his pace.

“just like that” you panted right before your breath hitched and a moan left your swollen lips. “fuuuuck right there, clark” your clit was throbbing like crazy on his tongue, your grip in his hair tightening and shoving his face deeper. clark let out a muffled moan, rolling his eyes to the back of his head, his nose practically nudging your cunt from how deep his face was shoved

“clark— clark im gonna—"

“make a mess” clark panted on your cunt, his hot breath making a dragged whine of his name leave your lips as he begged. “please sweetheart, wanna—“ lick. “—make you—“ lick. “—cum” lick.

he didn’t have to say twice because your orgasm was now coming out the moment he finished whispering those words. just in time because the clock struck midnight and the fireworks started to appear from the window, colors blasting and appearing beautifully over the night sky that added with the city lights, truly awakening the night

yet even with the beautiful sight in front of you, your gaze was still focused on clark’s reflection when you felt him speeding up even more to make sure not one drop leaked from your cunt “delicious” he muttered, taking every drop of your cum like a starved animal. “love it when you’re soakin’ my chin” 

happy new year!

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(a/n: too long for a drabble but still a drabble + star you KNEWWWWWW what you were doing when you came to my dms with this revolutionary idea)

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minors dni! nsfw below!! afab!reader

Clark Kent isn’t really a fan of doggy style. He much prefers positions where he can see your face and admire you as he’s making you fall apart. Missionary, cowgirl, against the wall, on top of the counter, on the floor…the possibilities are endless.

He doesn’t just wanna fuck you. He wants to make love to you. He was taught that sex is what people do when they’re truly fully in love. To be quite literally naked physically but also emotionally and Clark took that to heart.

clark "that was a big one, huh? didn't that feel good?" kent that talks filth in your ear while he's playing with your cunt; two middle fingers hooked inside, heel of his palm pressed over your clit. he toys with it, with you — teasing both your mind and pussy as he controls the way in which you feel.

it's not just about your cunt, with him. it's about your mind too. he'd argue that it needs more stimulating than anything else. so when he's playing with your pussy, working you up more and more, he's lips are against the shell of your ear whispering uncharacteristic obscenities like a guide. 

he talks to you in such a dulcet tone, words of praise and admiration making you feel the most idolised and most adored. he tells you how good you sound and how pretty you look, speaking it to you like it rolls off his tongue. 

and every time that he makes you cum, he's talking you through it, encouraging the rippling feeling within your body with little, "that's it, there we go,"s 

when you finally come down from each and every high, he's telling you how good you did and how well you responded to him. only it's followed with a soft question, an ask about your climax and if you, "want another one?" querying whether you have it in you for just one more. 

size difference | clark kent x afab!reader

"fuck!" you cry, throwing your head back and letting your jaw go slack. clark is pistoning his hips against yours relentlessly, the only sounds in the room being the lewd skin slapping and the heavy panting and moans emitting from both of you.

"i know, honey" he coos, trying his best to be sweet verbally despite how rough he's being with you physically. "m'sorry babygirl" he tries.

the stretch was borderline excruciating. he was just too big. the funny part is he doesn't even know he's that big! or atleast he didn't know it until you started screaming complaining about it.

"s'too big, clark!" you mewl, squirming under him, but you can't help but arch into him. it's almost instinctive.

"just breathe, baby... breathe" maybe he should take his own advice, because he's barely able to take in a full breath with just how tight your gummy walls are squeezing and fluttering around him.

"i- can't-" the pleasure becomes overwhelming when clark reaches in between the both of you to aimlessly rub at your clit, anything to get you to stop whining. he immediately notices your eyes roll back and your breath hitch. "s'that better honey?" he asks, "that feel a little better?" you nod frantically, barely able to compute his sweet words as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to coming undone. the sniveling and the cries coming from you morph into delighted moans as the stretch becomes euphoric, his praises egging you on impossibly.

"there she is" he purrs, a small, knowing smirk playing on his face. "there's my girl" he litters your face with small kisses in an effort to calm you down as he continues his thrusts, growing closer to the edge himself.

"g-gosh- baby," he groans, his big fingers still working at your clit. "feels s'good clark!" you moan, right at the edge. "yeah?" he moans right back at you. "that feels good, huh?" he speeds up his thrusts, making you squeal. "feel me so deep, yeah?" he looks down and sees himself poking through your lower belly. he reaches down and presses on the bulge, making you wince at the tightness. the bulge is disappearing and reappearing with every thrust. "shi- shoot, honey" he mutters.

you feel the white hot band in your tummy snap, pleasure shooting through your body as you cry out his name. that alone is enough to push him over the edge as well. he cums deep inside you, fucking into you a few last times. you both lay there, panting. he's heavy on top of you, all 6'3, 235lbs of him laying sweaty on top of you (not that you mind). and of course, clark is quick to comfort you.

he pushes some of the hair out of your face, off of your damp, flushed skin. "you did so good, baby... m'sorry i was so rough" he speaks gently, kissing your forehead.

you're gonna be so sore tomorrow.