#service sub

🌸 serve Men

🌸 dress slutty

🌸 be stupid

Telling him he feels so good inside of me while his hard cock is pressed against my leg.

Kissing him deep and hard each time he makes me cum as he becomes more and more desperate to have his cock inside of me.

I’ve always loved giving blowjobs. So much so that even the thought/fantasy of a blowjob is enough to make me wet.

But it’s even more enjoyable when the man gets into it too. I love feeling a his hand in my hair or on my head, grabbing me, pushing me, or guiding me to take more, take him deeper; or have him guide me to focus on his tip, or down to his balls.

I love feeling his cock fill in my mouth and throat or feel his cock or hand rub on my face as I take his balls in my mouth. I love worshipping and pleasuring him and how rewarding it feels when he finally comes.

i want to tease him while he’s in vc until he can barely hold in his moans

i want him to be so worked up that he just throws the game and starts begging for me to do anything other than tease him

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★Sub!Clark Kent X GN! Reader ★

Summary: Clark gets his reward for being good. ( 18+ )

─✰ Contains: Smut, Service Top, Dry Humping, Begging, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Oral, Creampie ─✰ Rating: Explicit ✰ Content Warning: Unprotected sex, use of "good boy" in reference to Clark, Implied consent ─✰ Part two of this ficlet but not necessary to read if you just want the filth. ─✰ Word Count: 1k+

A/N: This is a true Gender Netrual scene. No genital descriptions or use of gendering pronouns. (｡•̀ᴗ-)★

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Hours after you've finished your work for the day and then a quick meal sponsored by Clark, you enjoy the remainder of the evening lounging with your boyfriend. Clark had picked you up and carried you from the kitchen to the bedroom to let you relax while he cleaned. He sped through the dishes and tidied up anything left out from you working. He sets you up with more blankets from the living room and turns off the lamps to light candles instead. You pick out a simple movie while he fusses about and allow him to watch with you when he’s done. You were sure he had no idea what was happening on the screen though, let alone what movie was even playing but he seemed content so you let him be. Clark laid on top of you with his arms wrapped around your middle and his face buried in your neck. He peppered tiny kisses along your jaw while whispering sweet "I love you"s into your skin. Your hands found his hair again and Clark squeezed you a little tighter. You pet him absently and ignore the broken groans falling out of him. His sweet nothings quickly turn to desperate little pleas for your attention. His light peaks evolve into sucking and nibbling. You can’t help but notice the subtle way he was trying to grind up against you. Your closeness made it impossible not to feel his hardening cock pressed to your thigh. 

“May I-may you?” He struggled to ask as his voice dipped low from arousal. He tugged clumsily at the waistband of your night pants before shoving a hand under your shirt. 

“May you, what?” You prompted while racking your nails across his back. “I know you know how to ask.” 

“May I take this off?” He pulled your shirt up some more. 

“Be my guest.”

Clark was quick to sit up and pull your night shirt over your head.

“And this?” He rushed, already tugging down your pants as well. You hummed as permission and laid still while Clark undressed you down to bare skin. He looked over your body panting, his blue eyes looking black from low light and blown out pupils. 

“Now what will you do?” You look up at him with a teasing, lazy smile. 

You could see the cogs turning in his head. 

“May I taste you, please?” 

“You may.” You giggle at the formality but you’ve come to realize Clark was never one to forget his manners even in situations such as this. He dove down eagerly, causing the bed to shake slightly. He laid prone to the mattress and started to pull your legs apart. He peppered slow kisses over your body until he traveled down to where he desired. 

When he finally takes you in his mouth, he moans like you were doing him the service. The vibrations of it send a shiver up your spine. As he sucked and licked over you, you couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled up past your moans. He always got way too into going down on you. He slobbers while his tongue explores every bit of you like it the first time and last time he ever could. The bed shakes slightly when he resumes his desperate grinding, this time rutting his hips into the mattress looking for any kind of friction. You grab a fist full of his curls and tug. Clark follows your directions, letting his head fall back into your hand, panting for breath he didn’t need while you tried to will away your impending orgasm. 

“Too much, sweetie. You gotta slow down or you won’t have a chance to fuck me.” You huffed. 

Clark nodded the best he could with his head still drawn back and waited for you to let him go before diving back in. He definitely shimmered down, choosing to focus on slow, focused licks instead of devouring you. You let the grip in his hair soften and pet him gently. 

“Good boy.” 

Clark whined pathetically. He broke away from you again to lay to head on your inner thigh. A mixture of spit and your juices run down his chin and now coating your leg as well. He had this teary, awarestuck look in his eyes as he gazed up at you. 

“I’m good. I’ve been so good.” He slurred, drunk off of you. “May I fuck you, please? Please?”

You raise your eyebrows at his choice in words. Perhaps you’ve been teasing him a bit too much lately? Clark doesn’t stop his symphony of “please”s even as you lead his mouth back down to take you. He even moves his free hand not holding you down to dip inside of you. One finger, two then three until the wet sounds of his fucking them into you blends with the sound of his tongue. He seems to have forgotten your earlier warning as he picks up his pace. You tremble through your first orgasm of the night with your hand slapped over your mouth. Damn the thin walls of your apartment. 

Clark pulls back and laps up what you spill then wipes his mouth with the back of his forearm when he’s done. 

“Whoops.” He apologies bashfully but some part of you feels he doesn’t mean it. He grabs both your legs and brings them as close to your chest as your body allows. He switches to one hand to hold you and frees himself from his boxers with the other. 

“Can I still have my reward, please? I’ve been so good.” He asked sweetly while sliding his cock head over your hole. “I can make you feel good too. You just have to let me put it in. Please? Please, I can just fill you right up and stretch you with my cock? Would you like that? I just want to be inside of you. You’d squeeze me so good, I know you will.” His prick twitched with almost every word. It drolled onto just as Clark himself had just had done. Only this time from his pink, stiff dick hovering centimeters away from you instead of his equally flushed and kiss swollen lips. You nod dumbly at his request, just as eager for him to enter you. How could you deny him when he’d been begging so prettily? 

Clark wasted no time slipping in. The slickness of everything had him glide smoothly but did little to alleviate the burn of the stretch. You groan and squeeze your eyes shut. You learned quickly after the first few times of trying to take Clark’s huge dick that breathing though the pain was the best thing. You both stayed still for a moment waiting for you to adjust. You knew it had to be agony for Clark with the way he was gasping. You probably could’ve taken more time but you gave Clark the go ahead to move instead. He pulled himself out of you a few times. It was frustrating slow how he pulled half way out and pushed back into the hilt. About the third time he pushed back in, he leaned down to kiss you. It should’ve been disgusting with everything mixing together in your mouth but fuck it. You both wrapped your arms around each other to be as close as possible then you met his kiss with enthusiasm, parting your lips quickly to allow for his tongue to curl against yours. 

It surprised you when Clark started to speed up. The slow roll of his hips turned to a rough pounding. You knew Clark would never hurt you, restraining himself even now, but damn did it feel like he was going to break you with the way he slammed into you. Your small bedroom filled with the sound of wet skin slapping against others’. Your bed groaned along with you as it strained to hold up under his movements. Clark broke the kiss between you to plant more along your face. 

Clark babbled in between kisses. “You feel so perfect around me, baby. You’re full just like I promised. This cock belongs to you, baby, only you. All you have to do is enjoy it.” 

Clark’s movement started to fall out of rhythm but didn’t slow. 

“Gosh, I’mm–mhh- I’m gonna cum. Can I cum in you, baby? Would you like that? I know you’re so full already but maybe we can fit some more? Huh? Please? I won’t if you don’t want to but I really, really want to. It’ll feel so good and I’ll be so deep inside you.” 

You were only half listening at this point but that didn’t stop Clark from dumping his load into you at your own plead for more. You felt his balls constrict. You felt every throb of of cock as rope after rope painted you insides. He fucked you though it all too, stiring up your second world shattering orgasm. The neighbors were always noisily asking about your mysterious new boyfriend and now they’ll never forget his name after hearing how loud you're chanting it. Clark has his own, albeit more quieter, chant of Thank Yous and I love yous as he rides out his bliss. 

You knew it pained Clark to have to roll off of you after the fact but being squashed by an exhausted Kryptonian was no way to end the night. You lay on your back still, staring up to the ceiling as you try and collect yourself. Clark was tracing uncoordinated patterns on your skin. 

“Did I do a good job?” He asked innocently as if he didn’t just rearrange your guts and then fill them to the brim. 

“You were super, Clark. Good boy.” You praised with slurred speach before promptly passing out. 

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