#hyperspermia

after the first time she sees how much her boy really cums, how he was not exaggerating or lying when he said he had a rare benign condition she’d start begging him to creampie her. give her pussy his all. at a certain point early in midst of their raw fuck he looks down and sees rings and rings of her pussy cream staining up and down his length. soaking his member with every thrust. audibly wet and sticky.

‘we’re making a mess.’

he’s cheeky while he’s laughing still pounding her pussy but she just demands he starts pumping faster, more cum sloshing between their bodies while he obeys and speeds himself up. the pouring coming out never seems to stop, drips landing on the couch in nasty stains, even splashing to the floor.

‘it’s… it’s getting everywhere baby.’

‘shut up and don’t stop, don’t stop until you’re cumming in me.’

‘y—yes ma’am, I promise I won’t stop,’ he swears. smile wiped off his face and replaced with concentration while he watches their shared cum stream down his balls and on her cute pair of pj’s. it would be disgusting if it weren’t so fucking delectable to stare at.

he’s so shaky when he tries to grab the blanket in preparation for when he cums inside her, flustered while spreading the blanket out beneath where their bodies join. it wasn’t much but it was something.

the blanket and her pussy get stupid soaked when clark starts cumming another long load nonstop and she adores it. doesn’t matter if she thinks his cum overflows so much it might start going out of her eyes and ears and her belly button, she’s just so happy to feel the thick gooey warmth he always provides 🥛🏹🥛

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bored at work so this is the gross result.

a/n: i think that my other fic about jason todd coming fast (and having hyperspermia :p) deserves a sequel, so here's what it looks like when jason todd tries to last longer during sex!!

mdni, afab!reader, fem!reader, reader takes jason's virginity, premature ejaculation, hyperspermia

your first time:

jason was a virgin. you knew as much before he told you from how nervous he looked. you lay beneath him on your back and watched him reach a shaky hand to your bedside table, where you told him you kept the condoms.

he leaned over you, his leaking tip literally already dripping precum on your bare chest. you had only ever given jason head, and the amount of come he produced was dizzying. despite your intense want to have him fill you up, jason insisted on using protection.

his breath was loud in the room, you could hear it over digital bath coming through on your cd player. you reached out to his chest, his heart beating faster than a hummingbird's.

"jason, are you okay?"

the look on his face was priceless: his widening eyes with pupils the size of moons, his slack jaw and pink lips huffing out shallow breaths.

"y-yeah-- i'm just...excited?"

you could only laugh at his uncertainty before easing him off of you and straddling his hips. clearly, you'd have to take the reigns on this one. you opened the condom carefully and rolled it down his length. it was standard-size—as in, the kind that's supposed to be almost universal. yet, the base ring of the condom was a few inches short of the base of jason's cock. he noticed as much, his gaze flicking between your face and your hand practically stroking his cock as you tried to roll the condom down.

"it doesn't fit."

you wanted to calm him down, but he was already freaking out about how much he comes. "it'll be fine," was all you managed. and by the time you were lining him up with his entrance and sinking onto him, jason was convinced it'd be fine as well. his hands immediately flew to your hips as his head pressed harder against your pillow with a rough groan.

"fuck-- i think i--"

"you're not gonna come, jason." you knew this wasn't true. you knew jason wasn't exactly good at holding back his orgasms. but you were determined to make him learn.

you were gracious enough to let him catch his breath for a few moments before you started to move. you planted your hands on his chest for leverage before lifting yourself off his cock and slowing sinking back down.

once, twice, and jason did come. you felt the condom slipping and his come oozing out of you. you lifted yourself off him to take a look, to which jason gasped harshly, and the too-small condom had his come leaking out the bottom of it.

you watched as jason's face screwed up as he kept coming. he looked dismayed. you crawled up the bed to lay next to him and ran your hand through his hair.

you cooed sympathetically, "what's wrong, jay?"

he just groaned pathetically. it worsened the dull ache in your clit especially since you barely got to ride him.

"i'm sorry, i didn't-- i didn't last long at all." he looked unbelievably humiliated as he stared up at the ceiling.

"everyone's first time is a little...fast." this only made jason even more embarrassed. he knew he had left you unsatisfied, and now you were trying to console him like a kid who'd just fumbled his one line in a school play.

you knew jason had a long way to go.

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your sixth time:

jason had been doing...well? he still failed to make you come before blowing his load in you, but he always managed to last at least ten minutes, if not more!

he drew this up to him being utterly enamoured by you. having sex with you didn't just involve your body and his: it was your souls. jason was convinced that when he came, it wasn't just a bodily response to a stimulus. he was connecting with you on a level that transcended physical activity.

that's why, with your legs over his shoulders and his hips driving against yours, he had his eyes screw shut so hard that he was seeing spots behind his eyelids.

your eyes, however, were wide open. you watched every micro expression on his face—no matter how fleeting, you caught it.

you decided to test him a little bit. you knew it had been about eight minutes of jason fucking you, and you wanted to see how much willpower he had in him to keep it up.

"you feel so good inside me, jason. you know that?" you put on your most tantalising voice; you needed to get a reaction. the only one he surrendered was a quiet mewl, his eyes still closed. you grabbed his jaw and tightened your hold on his face. "look at me, jaybird. tell me you know how good you're making me feel."

when jason's eyes met yours, he looked wrecked. he had only heard your voice, not your words. his pretty lips were parted flushed from how hard you'd been sucking and biting them as he huffed with every thrust.

"h-- huh?" adorable.

"you're doing so well, baby, i'm so fucking proud of you." he buried his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his cock twitch inside you. you didn't think it'd be possible for him to get even bigger, but that's what it felt like as his hips stuttered and your walls stretched slightly more.

his rhythm was wildly disrupted, he seemed to have forgotten all that you taught him about rolling his hips into yours, snapping them forward as he pushed in to the hilt. now he was practically humping you like a dog in heat. "stop, st-- i'm so close." he was trying so hard to hold on, but your honeyed words spoken just for him were building up a searing heat in his abdomen.

you smiled as you snaked your arms under his, grasping his back and holding him closer to you. "that's okay. just come for me, we can work on it more."

he knew that "it" referred to his inability to make love to you without it being over faster than ordering in a drive-through. he was torn. you were telling him to come, so shouldn't he? his desire to listen to you conflicted with his need to make you feel good. but wouldn't you feel good if he listened to you? this whole thing was paradoxical.

you could practically hear the cogs turning in his brain before he was blowing his load inside you. looks like he just wanted to let you run the show this time.

he pulled out after a few moments and his softening cock was still spurting languid ropes down his shaft, dripping onto the sheets. you both stared down at it before looking at each other.

"didn't that feel good, baby?" jason knew that he felt good, but he wanted you to feel amazing. he didn't answer your trick question and just laid beside you, pressing his face into your chest.

Choso has Hyperspermia and you're obsessed

You love your boyfriend Choso, everything about him. Even his rare condition of Hyperspermia. It shocked you at first when you first slept together. When you felt the condom fill inside of you it was more than you were used to feeling. A LOT more. Which is what made it so attractive to you.

Choso was more shy at first about it. He’d apologize and be sorry for being too much. It was never too much for you. It had become an obsession at this point. Anytime you saw that Choso was hard you’d rush to him. You could sit in front of him and slowly jerk him off just to watch him twitch and moan.

You would hold his rock hard dick in your hands. Watch his tip leak and drip like a faucet. His tip is pink and puffy just begging to be touched. And who are you to refuse such a wonderful sight. You would drag your fingers up and down slowly to get his reaction. His whimpers are like music to your ears. “Baby-ngh please don’t tease me.” Choso cried, grabbing onto the arm of the couch. You can’t keep your love waiting when you see him begging for you.

You drag your tongue from his base to tip,once you reach the tip and close your lips around him. You start humming against him, sending chills down his spine, and precum spilling from his flushed tip. “y/n ungh please” He whined, his pleas only motivate you more. Starting to slowly suck his tip. Hallowing out your cheeks to take him into your mouth.

It can be quite difficult to take his full size into your mouth. He's quite girthy but he’s worth it. You pull off of him temporarily then give some small licks to his tip. “Baby baby please-I’m close” He pleaded, the tears started to water. You took him back into your mouth to finish him off. As if your lips were like suction cups. His hips bucking into your mouth, his tip inching to the back of your throat. Your eyes started to water. You pulled him out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your mouth tip his flushed dick.

Taking your hand to jerk him off as you blinked away tears so you can see your favorite part clearly.

White ropes shoot straight up, and fall onto your hand and his lap. It’s like watching a geyser explode. Choso whined and whimpered as it kept cumming and cumming. It shoots onto your breasts that are exposed from your tank top. Your neck, your face, your breast covered in his warm cum that you worked so hard for.

Tears slipped from Choso’s eyes running down his pale cheeks. Whatever is left from his release drips down his now softening dick. “You had all of that for me, my love?” You said in a soothing voice. You knew he was tired you could tell from the look in his eyes. He nodded his head, and laid his head against the back of the couch.

You loved Choso down to every last drop.

he doesn’t know that much is abnormal. he’s jerked off, he thought it was just that messy and inconvenient for everyone. that’s why he doesn’t do it often, really, and why using something like a fleshlight is such a pain because of the cleanup afterward.

And then. You come into his life, and then you two go a little further, you start to grind and pet and finally he’s really ready to have sex!

He gets condoms. You tell him you’re both clean, you’re on birth control, whatever reason you need to ask to do it raw, but he shakes his head. “It’s gonna be a mess, ma,” He murmurs against your lips. “Don’t wanna make you clean up after all this.”

So you roll the condom onto his length, and he’s shaking. Leaking already, tip red and sensitive.

You straddle his thighs. His tip barely catches on your entrance, and- He cums. He cums, and he keeps coming, and he’s writhing and whimpering as the condom breaks from the sheer volume.

“Fuck, ma, I- I’m so sorry,” He gasps out, red with shame. “I’m such a fucking quickshot with you, you’re just so-“

You cut him off with a hard kiss. He gasps. You toss the stupid latex somewhere you’ll regret later, finally detaching from his mouth and admiring the mess he’d made.

“Fill me up,” You demand, starting to sink down. “Wanna feel it in me, baby, wanna be fucking stuffed.”

Jason’s hips snap upward, a strangled moan ripping from his throat. His hands are so tightly gripping your hips, so hard you’re almost sure it’ll be bruised in the morning, and he thrusts so deep inside that you feel it in your chest.

He cums enough that by the time you’re done, he’s dizzy and whiny, clinging to you as his cock keeps you full of his cum, bloating your stomach just enough to notice. He falls asleep like that, cock warmed by your tight, slick hole, satisfied.

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now there aren’t enough people divulging into how alien clark is and i need to change that…

adult content littered into these thoughts this is also afab! reader but other than that unspecific

okay (another) disclaimer

clark is a subhuman, kryptonians are descended from humans, but if i remember correctly it was very common to genetically engineer your children on krypton so technically kryptonians are just a more developed human species - however clark or shall we say kal el was carried to term organically but that doesn’t hinder his alien anatomy

some of these thoughts are pulled directly from canon but most of them are being pulled from my very horny brain :)

firstly it is canon that clark’s glasses are hypno-glasses and that ‘he had crafted the lens of his glasses using Kryptonian plexiglass from the rocket that brought him to Earth’ which is why they are so thick - i think that they would look like more like bottle glasses than anything

it is widely accepted that clark and superman would have a uncanny valley feel about them - i mean he is an alien so if you were gonna get that feeling off of anyone it would be from the friendly extraterrestrial hero

but not only would you get a vibe i think once you were quite close with clark and the glasses that prohibited you from really SEEING anything…off…about him i think that there would be a few things that you would begin to notice like how clark’s eyes may dilate more than a normal humans would when he would look at you or talk about his interests, often looking almost completely black, like a wet seal or a puppy :( or that they would flicker almost like nystagmus, but voluntarily - constantly looking… watching… analysing, taking in every. single. detail… i can imagine the eye contact during sex would be the most captivating thing ever, forehead to forehead just completely lost in his beautiful eyes

i also think that clark would have a greater lung capacity so he wouldn’t need to breathe as much as he gets most of his energy from the sun so i think he would be a very intense kissing partner, sometimes even stealing your breath from you leaving you heaving (god if u were asthmatic you would need to have your inhaler CLOSE BY)

i think clark would do it completely unconsciously and would feel bad about it, i can see him just getting soooo lost in your kisses and the way you taste :( hes just a big alien boy doing his best

there is a plus to him having such a great lung capacity and that is that he would be a pussy eating machine - his lung capacity paired with his super stamina means that he could eat you for hours completely uninterrupted… the overstimulation would be so delicious

speaking of being delicious i think that clark would have the most beautiful cock, like ever just point blank

i can see both arguments to if clark is uncut or not, on one hand clark is kryptonian and they were fond of genetic editing so maybe they got rid of foreskin completely lmao for ‘hygienic’ reasons but on the other hand maybe they just didn’t care i’m undecided but i do know that when clark came to earth if he came uncut there was nothing that was gonna circumcise him

i think i am an uncut clark truther, i am also really into the idea of pincers on his cock (which is technically canon - i know some of you freaks have seen the comic clip going around twitter and here ;) i love the idea of like ridges or bumps on his cock too solely for pleasure - we know that kryptonians didn’t have children naturally so perhaps sex was just a solely pleasurable act

i also love the idea of clark having hyperspermia (nerd speak for bucket loads of cum coming from his balls) i won’t try and put a canonical spin on this one people this is purely a self service because i am a cum freak i think it is the hottest thing…those creampies would go crazy…

robby was jerking dennis off, thumbing at his tip and squeezing at the base. it honestly didn’t take long for dennis to cum, since he was completely new to this and he had only jerked off once by himself and even then, he didn’t finish.

“oh- oh, fuck, robby, wa-wait, holy fuck,” he spews out, his hips jerking up as his cock twitches. his whole body flinches before he orgasms.

but… it doesn’t stop. stream after stream, rope after rope, of hot cum coats his stomach and even hits robby’s chest. he’s whining and moaning the whole time, his hands gripping the pillow beneath his head like it would help. “ngh, f-fuck!! please, please, it-it won’t s-stoppp—“ he cries out, panting harshly.

eventually it does and he’s left a trembling, whimpering wreck on the bed.

robby, however, looks like a lion who just saw a thick and juicy steak. his eyes glint as he leans down and licks the cum from dennis’ chest, sucking hickeys on his skin as he laps up every drop. “mm, baby, you didn’t tell me you had such a big load… good fucking boy.” he growls, his voice thick with lust.