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What do you think Clark would be like with a girlfriend who reacts viscerally when the orgasms? I’m talking quivering, nearly pushing him out with the force of it, kinda thing.

Not for any personal reasons at all… - 🍂

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cw: smut (mdni), softdom!clark, fem!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, overstimulation, creampie, clark is pussy obsessed (like always)

clark would absolutely love that, he'd be losing his mind so much. we KNOW clark is the type of guy to put your pleasure and needs first. his dick would be leaking pre-cum, achingly throbbing, and he still takes his time eating you out, working his tongue all over your wet cunt.

he loves the way you moan and squirm under him. could spend hours just watching you babble his name, moaning it over and over again like there’s no word left in your head—just CLARK flashing neon behind your eyes.

eyes up, watching you. how your face scrunches and your white-knuckled grip on the sheets. he loves that you're so dramatic and expressive about it.

NOT even mentioning that he's always hyper-aware of you in every sense, he’s so attuned to your body it’s scary. when you’re in bed together, his senses get so refined.. it's crazy. his brain’s memorized you: every breath hitch, every flutter of muscle, every tiny shift under his mouth or cock or fingers. you’re basically encoded in his biology at this point.

i think he'd also get cheeky about it sometimes.. cocky in his sweet, lowkey way. like, he knows how you cum so violently shake-the-bed, muscle-spasming, launch-his-dick-out hard he’ll be grinning, rubbing your thighs, voice muffled against your pussy like, “gonna give it to me again, baby?” “don’t run this time, alright?”

when he’s fucking you is the same deal, but—BUT. he can’t get cocky about it, because he’s sooo close to cumming with you, because what’s he supposed to do if your warm, soaked walls are squeezing him, fluttering around him, pulling him in deeper, gripping him like your body’s begging to milk him dry? your moans and his groans merging and echoing in the room like you’re in a fucking porno.

he’s gasping against your throat, “oh—oh, hell—you’re shaking. baby, you’re—jesus, you’re gonna make me—”

while you choke out “clark! ohgod ohgod, s’so good, please!” with your breathless, broken voice. he’s pounding into you hard, the slap-slap-slap of skin-on-skin so loud you can’t hear anything else.

when you cum, your juices coat his cock, drip down your thighs. the sound of him fucking into you turns filthy, wet, absolutely obscene. he can't even think. your thighs are trembling, hips bucking up, so intense his cock slips out of you.

he glances down and god, his cock is soaked, glistening with your cum. he wraps a hand around himself, gives it a few lazy strokes, groaning when his thumb drags over his flushed, leaking head. focusing on how your chest rises and falls, your nipples hard, lips parted, hair sticking to your forehead.

he leans down, taking one on his mouth, tongue circling it. he hums, closes his eyes, tasting the salt and sweat on your skin.

you whimper softly, ‘cause your boobs are so sensitive, your hand tangles on his curls, tugging gently. and then break’s over.

he slips into you again, all the way. he kisses your cheek with this stupid amount of love, he kinda feels guilty for how overstimulated you are, but he needs—has to—cum inside you.

your thighs wrap around him, hips grinding up automatically. his balls pull tight, full of cum, ready to burst, slapping against your ass. he exhales hard against your cheek, slips a hand under your back to lift your hips, tilting you up just right. you jolt, gasping, his cock hitting so deep your head knocks into the bedframe and he’s like, “oh, baby,” with his soothing voice, he kisses your open mouth, you try to kiss him back, dazed and trembling. he smiles against your lips, dimples showing and everything. like he’s not actively blowing your mind.

then he ruts into you. like your fucked-out face turns him on more.

one-two-three-fou—

he’s cumming. deep inside you.

hot, thick ropes shooting deep. his hips twitch through short, desperate thrusts each one dragging across your g-spot until you’re gasping again, still shaking, your body trying to suck him dry.

you feel sooo dizzy. so cock-drunk you feel like you’re floating in outer space, his hand tightening around your hip. keepin’ you there with him. your breaths sinking together.