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Having some Clark x Kon flip fuck cheating porn, for Superman Anniversary day šššš¦
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WIP excerpt for Marina; mirrorverse!Clark and Konās daddy issues both get some. (Ā chronoĀ ||Ā non-chronoĀ )
āCanācan I?ā Kon chokes, because he couldnāt say anything else if he tried. Couldnāt do anything else if he tried. Thatās not even something thatās going to happen, but just the thought . . .Ā
Superman smiles, and somehow figures out how to fuck him deeper. Kon yelps; nearly bites his own fucking tongue.Ā
āOf course you can, sweetheart,ā Superman says gently. āKon-El. You can think of me every time you touch yourself, as long as you keep being so good for me. Worthy of my crest, and grateful for my name.āĀ
Kon thinks heās probably going to be in therapy over this until he fucking dies, if he can ever actually can bring himself to go to therapy about anything ever again, and his breath hitches desperately, over and over and over again. Hitches for every thrust and stroke and slideā
āIāll be good, Daddy,ā he rasps out tightly. āThank you, thank you, please, Daddy, Iāll be good, Iāll be so good, Daddy, please!āĀ
āI know you will,ā Superman hums, and kisses him again. Kon feels disgusting and awful and disgusting, pathetic, awful, fucked-up and stupid and fucked-up, andāandā
And he kisses back, of course. Accepts the thing thatās as close to what he wants as heās ever gonna get no matter how hard he tries, and gives back everything heās got in return.Ā
Superman smiles against his mouth, and Kon screws his eyes shut as tight as he can and just tries not to cry again. Justājust for a minute, at fucking least. Justājust that long.Ā
Superman digs his nails into his ass again and kisses him more gently, more sweetly than he thinks anyone ever has. Kon hates it, but doesnāt know what heād do if Superman stopped either.Ā
It doesnāt matter how hard he tries. It never did.Ā
He didnāt know that before he found out about Jon, and found out Jon had never even had to try.Ā
Real kids donāt, apparently. At least not the ones with actually decent people for parents. And ClarkāClarkās the best damn person on the planet, so itās Kon thatās . . . that isnāt . . .Ā
Clark has a kid. Multiple ones, now. Adopted ones, even.Ā
And Kon was never gonna be one of them no matter what. Never gonna be able to earn that. Ever.Ā
He was just too stupid to know that at first. That thatās not . . . not how it works.Ā
He tried so fucking hard, though, and Clark never even noticed. But likeāwhy would he have? Clark never thought of him that way, not even once, so . . . so of course he wouldnāt have.Ā
The only people who ever looked at Kon and even considered the idea of him being in any way their kid were Westfield and Luthor, whoāre two of the worst bastards heās ever even heard of. So of courseāof course itās this version of Superman whoās the one that took one look at him and liked him. This Supermanās the one who thinks heās a good thing; liked to see his crest on his chest and hear his name immediately and first thing.Ā
Even if itās just that this Superman thinks heās a good whore more than anything else.Ā
Even if . . .
Thank-you sentences for @dexdefyingstunts; mirrorverse!Clark and Konās daddy issues both get some. (Ā chronoĀ ||Ā non-chronoĀ )
āYou know, Iāve really never met anyone as grateful for the opportunity to give me what I want as you, Kon-El,ā Superman muses. He still sounds amused, and he crooks his fingers inside him. Kon comes that easy, even after everything else, his greedy and hurting cunt clenching down helplessly around those inexorable fingers and whole body shaking and stuttering with it, and he feels Supermanās smile widen against his temple.Ā
He also feels like throwing up.Ā
āDonāt go soft, princess,ā Superman instructs like thatās even something Kon can control, and rubs the pads of his fingers along his inner walls again and again and over and over while Konās still trying to both recover from the orgasm and process the new endearment without his brain shorting out. His cunt throbs with much more pain than pleasure and his thighs tremble and his vision swims.Ā
He doesnāt go soft at all.Ā
āThatās my boy,ā Superman hums approvingly, and Kon really almost does throw up. Then Superman slips his fingers back out of his abused and aching cunt and pets it a few more times, his slick and sticky fingers filthy with the mess of it.Ā
Kon whines, just barely. Itās the only sound he can manage to make, and he canāt move at all. Everythingās too much, and heās too heavy and exhausted and achy and oversensitive and itās just too much. Even the inhuman warmth of Supermanās body just inside his personal space makes him feel nauseous and overwhelmed and like he just wants to melt into nothing and never, ever have to do anything again. Never have to feel anything again.Ā
Superman smiles against his temple again, and offers up his slick and sticky hand with the same obvious certainty that Kon wants what heās offering as he did after Kon hit his knees for him for the first time. Every inch of Konās body is too heavy and weak and burnt out to move. He didnāt feel this weak when he was fucking dying. If he even so much as lifts a finger right now, he is positive heāll pass right back the fuck out and maybe not wake up until those engines finally start again.Ā
But not for Superman, heās just as positive, and somehow manages to open his mouth and lift his head just enough to meet him. Superman pushes his fingers into his mouth and down his throat just as inexorably as he pushed them into his cunt, just the same way he fucked his cunt with them, and Kon doesnāt even choke.Ā
Not for Superman.
WIP excerpt for this-was-a-terrible-idea; mirrorverse!Clark and Konās daddy issues both get some. (Ā chronoĀ ||Ā non-chronoĀ )
āTighter for me,ā Superman murmurs, and itās not even a deliberate choice for Kon to clench up around his cock, even though it hurts to. āOh, just like that. Good boy. You really were made perfect, werenāt you.āĀ
Kon sobs.Ā
There is literally not a damn other thing he could do, hearing something like that in the same voice Clark uses when heās talking to Jon.Ā
āThere, there. You can take it, canāt you, sweetheart,ā Superman hums against his jaw, pushing his mouth across it; fucking him deep. If it were anyone but Superman he was holding onto right now, Kon would be bruising them hard enough to lift fingerprints off later. āYouāll take anything I ask you to, wonāt you.āĀ
āYes,ā Kon chokes, and doesnāt even try to tell himself itās a lie. Heās stupid, but not that stupid.Ā
āJust perfect,ā Clark sighs again, and then Kon gets fucked so hard he passes out again.Ā
At leastāhe thinks thatās what happened, when he wakes up back in bed again. The engines still arenāt running, and the broken bed is still just as broken as they left it. The bathroom feels pretty fucked-up now too, or at least at the wall and counter do. Kon doesnāt really remember that happening, but the sense-memory of metal warping under his curled fingers feels fresh. Heās sprawled out on his back on the wrecked mattress and feels like he just got hit by a planet.Ā
And Supermanās laying beside him on his side, turned in towards him and just petting his soaked and sore and oversensitive cunt, his invulnerable, uncalloused fingertips stroking it over and over, softer than they have any right to be for being as strong as they are.Ā
Kon whimpers before he even manages to get his eyes open, and tilts his aching, twitching hips up to give Superman easier access to whatever he wants before he even does that. Superman chuckles, and itās quiet and amused and affectionate. Kon gets a glimpse of the same affectionate amusement in his expression through his own blurry vision as his eyes slit half-open, and then Superman pushes three fingers into him at once. He doesnāt do it fast or hard, but itās fucking inexorable.Ā
And it also fucking hurts, because Konās cunt is fucked even rawer than before, but all his body does is just open up and take it. Not that it would matter if it didnāt, obviously, because he couldnāt stop Superman from doing whatever he wanted to him if he tried, but . . . but it does anyway. Heās never been this wet in his entire fucking life, even after all this and how long theyāve been going at it; even though it hurts this fucking bad to even be touched at all right now.Ā
āWelcome back, sweetheart,ā Superman murmurs, pressing a kiss in against his temple. Kon screws his eyes shut again and bites his own tongue. āI was starting to miss you.āĀ
Kon shudders.

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for KL; mirrorverse!Clark and Kon's daddy issues both get some.
It's a bedroom. A big one, one wall all wide, shuttered windows and the furniture utilitarian but just as big itself. There's not much in the way of personal items or knickknacks, which fits with the interdimensional refugees story, but the clothes in the closet and what few possessions there are almost look like . . .
Is this Superman's room, Kon wonders for just a moment, and then thinksāno, no. It wouldn't be. Couldn't be.
No matter what this Superman is like, there's no version of him in the multiverse that would take Kon home with him this easily.
"Home sweet home," Superman says wryly, and Kon's stomach flips.
"This isāyours?" he manages, and tries desperately not to process that idea. Superman gives him an amused look.
"I don't want interrupted right now," he says. "So yes."
Kon feels a lot of things, none of which he's compartmentalizing right, and swallows roughly.
trying to think of words is so hard somehow š but uhhh click? or tap? press, push, smack?
And then, very suddenly, Kon's getting grabbed up off the floor and his legs are spread wide, knees hooked over the other Superman's thick arms and hands reflexively grabbing onto those big shoulders, and Superman's big thick cock is rubbing up right against Kon's dripping cunt, sliding against his too-wet, too-sensitive folds.
Kon makes a noise.
Superman smiles at him.
"Aren't you sweet," he says approvingly. "So wet for me."
"Superman," Kon chokes helplessly, and kind of hates himself for it. Superman tilts his head, his expression idly amused and his dick hot and hard and pressed in so, so close to where Kon doesn't want it, and also desperately wants it. Orāor maybe "want" is the wrong word, butā
"You don't have to be so formal, Kon," Superman says, still looking amused. "You can call me 'Daddy' when my cock isn't in your mouth."
Kon nearly bites his own tongue.
Clark domming Kon be like