well hiiiii there, stranger! you lost or just passin’ through?

this here’s smallville (population: too damn small) but don’t worry, you’re safe now! we’ve got wheat fields, heartbreak, and one very pretty boy who’s always fixin’ a tractor with his shirt half off.

i’m kellie. 23. clark kent's brat. born in the san fernando valley, raised on iced coffee and mall air conditioning. yes, i still sound like i belong in a forever 21 fitting room. yes, i still do my lashes to walk through cornfields. some days i romanticize barns. some days i romanticize dying in his arms. it’s called range <3

don’t be a stranger, sugar. kick off your boots, pour some sweet tea, and try not to fall too hard for the boy next door. he’s already spoken for.

Clark's mouth is warm and so greedy when he wraps his lips around your nipple. He's got his hands on your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise, trying to keep you still while his tongue flicks over your skin in slow, wet strokes that send heat shooting straight between your legs.

"Fuck," you breathe, threading your fingers into his hair, tugging just enough to make him whimper. "You're really this desperate for my tits, huh?"

He hums against you, eyes fluttering shut like he’s blissed out, sucking harder in response. His hips grind against the mattress beneath you like he can’t help himself, just tasting you is getting him off. You feel his cock straining against your thigh, rock hard and twitching, but he’s too far gone to even beg for more—he just keeps sucking greedily.

"Such a needy boy," you murmur, holding him tighter against your chest, guiding his mouth where you want it. "You wanna be mommy's good boy, don’t you? Just wanna suck and rut and make a mess." You tutted.

He nods without pulling off, groaning low in his throat, his tongue swirling over your nipple like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. When he finally lets it go with a soft, wet pop, he looks up at you with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, panting.

“Please,” he whispers, eyes glassy. “I-I love your boobs. I need it.”

this blog is 18+ only — minors, do not interact with me please! i write only for dc boys — movies, comics, shows, games… if he’s hot and troubled, i care!!! no freak behavior — i don’t write underage content, noncon/dubcon, or anything that crosses my line. dni if you think jason todd is boring — that's my baby pleasee...

you gasp when he grinds up between your thighs, cock thick and hot against your soaked panties. he doesn’t even pull them off—just yanks them aside and spits on your cunt, starved.

“clark—” you try, but then he’s pushing in, one slow inch at a time, and you forget how to speak. he’s huge, almost too much, and he’s trying so hard to stay gentle, jaw clenched, hands trembling on your waist.

“can’t—can’t help it,” he groans, fucking up into you with slow, brutal strokes. “you smell like sex. been driving me insane all day.”

your head thumps against the wood. he’s holding you up like you weigh nothing, slamming into you hard, ruined, as if he'll never gonna get another chance.

His hand’s already in your panties, middle finger dragging up your slit delicately. “Jesus Christ,” he breathes, “you’re soaked.”

He shoves your panties to the side and lines himself up. He just can’t wait. And God, he can’t. He’s muttering all these shaky little pleas under his breath.

“Please let me, please need it so bad—” and you’re nodding, panting, already gripping his arms that’s all holding you together.

When he pushes it in? It knocks the wind out of you. He’s so big you feel it in your stomach, and he just keeps whispering “Sorry, sorry, I’ll be gentle,” while absolutely railing you against the wall.

But he’s shaking. Holding back. Breathing hard like he’s scared he’ll break something, like you.

And then you moan out his name, a soft 'Clark' leaving your lips, and that’s it. He loses it.

He grabs under your thighs and fucks into you so deep the whole damn wall creaks behind you, barn dust raining down from the rafters. Every thrust knocks a whimper out of you. And he’s watching your face.