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SUPER SUIT ━━╋━　 mdni .ᐟ thigh riding, dry humping, clothed sex, praise, clark talks you through it...

“such a pretty girl…”

clarks holding down your hips tight as he lounges back in your bed tired from his long day, he's got you trapped on his thigh and he knows how needy you are. you can't help it. he's just so busy all the time from the daily planet to saving the world and helping stuck kitties from trees. it's a little unfair you think, makes you a little greedy, a little possessive.

and fuck if that doesn't turn clark on.

that look in your eye while you chew your lip raw, rolling your hips across the thick, rugged fabric of his super suit. he could feel your cunt already soaking through your panties with every throb of need. it drove him crazy, but he kept himself grounded, and you, by keeping his big hands around your waist and pressing you down onto the pure muscle of his thigh with little effort. you let out quiet whimpers while he sat back watching you crumble before him. taking it all in, the thin of your sleep shirt with the peaks of your tits poking through, the way your eyes rolled back slightly as you got yourself off.

“mhm… that's it— just take what you need angel.”

even while you were literally grinding your soaked pussy over him, he was still a gentleman, it drove you insane.

your hips twitch at the way he's watching you, so patiently with that little smirk. clark's quick to notice the fault in your pace, making his smirk grow.

“need help baby?”

you whine, clasping your hands over his chest, your fingers tracing the red and yellow embellishment of his suit, pouting a little.

“but you said you were tired…”, you whisper a little embarrassed now.

“yeah not for you—”, he lets out a laugh, softly flicking your forehead.

“clark—”, a giggle escapes your lips as you rub your head softly.

“nah uh— no whining, I always have energy for you sweetness—”

clark smiles, pulling you closer, pressing kisses across your face and shifting his thigh juuusttt right, enough for your clit to get enough friction to have you slowly seeing stars.

he's half hard now.

you only know because he's just that big, his cock already bulging through his suit.

now his hands are dragging your dripping pussy across his thigh with ease, a little faster now but he's being so patient with you, cooing softly and rubbing soft circles into your hip bones. you're practically limp now, just focused on the soft gooey feeling between your legs and the knot in your stomach that was so, so close to breaking.

“yeah— just lemme do all the work—”

“so pretty baby—”

“gonna cum soon angel?”

his voice is low and firm as he whispers into your hair, one hand leaves your hip to rub over the small of your back and run over the supple skin of your ass, squeezing softly.

“just a little more i can feel it…”

he's listening closely to your whines, whimpers and fluttery heart beat. he doesn't have to ask if youre gonna cum he just knows. he knows every tick of your body so well, it's like he's studied you or some shit.

“it's okay, cum over my thigh, go ahead—”

“make a mess sweetheart, it's okay.”

you moan into him, nails digging into the shoulders of his suit, holding him closer as the band in your stomach snaps, creaming in your little panties and letting it drip down onto his suit. he holds you tight in his warm, comforting embrace as you gasp and cry out, arching through your high.

clark just smiles and holds you close, blanketing your small frame, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your skin.

“did so good f'me— so good—”

once you calm down and ran through all your jolts and jitters he holds your face between his palm and rubs gently at your tear soaked cheeks, pressing soft kisses over your tired out expression with a quiet laugh.

“c'mon lets get you cleaned up…”

you thank adam for taking you out

cw: mdni, oral (m receiving), handjob, adam is awkward

The dashboard lights cast a soft, ambient glow through the quiet interior of Adam’s car, the hum of the engine a low purr against the cool night. It’s been hours since he picked you up, but neither of you is ready to call it an evening just yet.

You and Adam started the night off with a small dinner at some local diner, followed by a long, slow stroll through the park where his shoulder bumped into yours too many times for it to be accidental. Now, the car remains still and you both are leaning over the center console in an awkward attempt to keep your lips locked together.

It’s only been a few dates since you two matched on some random dating app, but feeling the solid weight of him beneath you and the desperate way he’s drinking you in makes it feel like you’ve been doing this forever.

Your fingers begin to claw at the tough denim of his jeans, fumbling blindly with his buttons as you try to get to him.

“Is this okay?” you whisper against his lips, your voice a little breathless.