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⭑ » ˚₊‧ ࿔ 𝜗𝜚 titty fucking jason todd after a bad day

thinking about… titty fucking jason todd and turns out? he loves being titty fucked by you. and you learn that in the best way possible… by testing it out.

jason was on his back, his legs spread, thighs flexing. his hands were forced behind his head, his shoulders sitting on the pillows as you sat by his legs.

“c’mon, sweetheart.” he murmurs, keeping his hands in his own black hair as he watches you line up with his cock… not with your pussy but with your tits.

he loves your tits, he didn’t care about the size of them, they were perfect in his eyes. he loves to grab them, suck them, licks your nipples and squeezing them whenever he slipped his arms behind you… and right now? it’s taking everything in his body to not cum already, just by the sight of you lining up your tits with his cock.

you angle yourself on your knees, both hands on each side of your breasts. “shush, jay, let me handle you… keep those hands behind your head.” you tell him.

he groans, but he does listen to you.

your hands push together and in an instant, your breasts are on each side of his cock, he’s long, around nine inches as your breasts press against his tip first, his precum smearing on your skin the moment you touch him.

“fuck…” he gasps, eyebrows furrowing and trying to keep it together— but really? he’s failing. miserably.

“there you go…” you teases, your own hands squeezing your breasts and seeing how he reacts, a groan leaving his mouth at the sight. he’s already straining, you can feel him twitch between your tits. “you look like you’re about to lose your mind…” you teases.

“sweetheart.” his voice strangled, fingers fisting the back of his hair because he refused to break your rule of not touching you. not yet anyway. “you know d-damn well what you’re doing to me… you’re fucking evil.”

you grin, a laugh spilling out your mouth as you continue to move up and down, his cock sliding between them, up and down with the slick noises of his precum and your skin echoing through the bedroom. you thrust your tits down to his balls, and then back up to his tip. “that’s the point, jason.” you purr, your breath ghosting against his cock, seeing it twitch. “you’re loving this, ain’t you?”

he nods, finally moving his hands but not to your body but to lean on his forearms, flexing his thighs as he grounds himself. “you know the answer.”

“say it.”

“…yes.”

you had him groaning with each slick glide of your chest, panting with each movement of your tits.

and you? live for it. fucking love it.

jason’s breath catches in his throat— half desperation, and the other half reverence, his fists grabbing on the sheets. “baby, I’m so god damn close.” he groans, moving his hips a little to thrust upwards, matching your tits. you grin as his tip presses against your chin. “keep doing this and I’m gonna fuckin’ cum on you, baby.”

your smile is a mix of fondness for him, and wickedness for being able to make him feel like this. you collect spit onto your tongue, and with eye contact with him, spit slides off your tongue and lands right on his cock, and you can see his eyes roll back.

“jesus christ baby.” he groans, seeing your spit drip down his cock as his hips sputter, veins bulge out of his hands as his balls tighten. the chokehold you have on him is insane.

you cock your head down enough for your lips to be right over his cock, and for a quick movement the moment his cock becomes close to your lips. you seal your lips around his bulbous tip, taking a quick suck, tongue flicking up and down in a teasing fashion— and before he could react? you pop off him and press your breasts back on his cock.

that’s how jason loses it. his hips bucked helplessly, his right hand moving out of the sheets and go to the top of your head, threading his thick fingers through your hair as his head rolls back.

he groans your name as you feel his cock twitch, and with no moment in between; his seed spills onto your breasts, threads of his white semen shoot onto your breasts and hitting your jaw.

your tongue sticks out, licking the cum that sloshes onto your jaw, tasting his semen. “taste so good, jay.” you groan as the taste of his cum hits the back of your throat.

his cum paints your breasts, jaw, and chin, your hands finally let up on your own breasts, red marks of your hands being revealed the moment you let go off them… and when you let go and your breasts relax? his cum streaks down in slow drips… and it’s the sexiest thing jason has ever seen.

“c’mere baby.” he mutters, tugging on your hair gently. and you didn’t waste a moment to straddle him.

jason todd is the one character I’m able to project my kind of mean! sex onto because I can but I will always make my men submissive, even if they’re the most powerful person on earth. just like the batman fic I wrote, this was written before bed, but didn’t want to forget it so sorry if this is a little sloppy!

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⭑ » ˚₊‧ ࿔ 𝜗𝜚 clois raw-dogging it on their wedding night!

thinking about… clark kent and lois lane fucking, rawdogging, ruthlessly pounding each other on their wedding night.

clark didn’t know how many perfect days he had, but all he knows, is all of them included something having to do with lois lane.

• his first date with lois lane where she figured out his identity after taking off his glasses to clean them post spaghetti sauce splatter… when they walked across metropolis, arm bounded together… it felt natural.

• when she told him she loved him post pocket universe, lex disaster… flying, midair, lips swollen from kissing.

• taking her to meet ma and pa genuinely and not when he’s injured and seeing just how much they loved her, how she interacted with the barn and the people of smallville, seeing such a high end reporter in such a small town… it made him realize the future he wanted (and hopefully lois would allow him to drag her along)

• seeing her giggle every time he’d adjust his glasses every make out session, seeing how she’d smile every time he’d take his shirt off, seeing how her eyes roll back every thrust his hips make to shove his cock deeper.

lois lane makes everything better in clark kent’s life… and tonight? no different.

because after four years, eight months, sixteen days… after eight months of long, excruciating but steady and rewarding preparation, after the three hour long reception…

clark married lois.

lois was officially lois joanne lane-kent.

and that couldn’t be any more hotter to clark joseph kent.

which is why they ended their wedding night like this. lois’ simple wedding dress was sprawled nicely on the chair, clark’s tuxedo (white suit jacket, black slacks, dick grayson said he looked like james bond), his tie and belt thrown around the room as the only thing that remained on their body was their wedding rings. matching, a matching gold ring with a diamond in lois’, the diamond that clark handpicked that he knew she’d like.

the bed shook, headboard seeing better days, the bed’s legs creaked and begged for a break— but they were not going to stop anytime soon.

lois was sprawled out on her back, hair flowed out on the pillows with clark’s left arm around her waist, keeping her hips at an upwards angle to hit her g-spot over and over again with his thick cock. his back muscles flexed, forearms muscles clenching as his hips rutted. her hands are wrapped around his biceps, loving the muscles against her palm.

“clark! f-fuck! clark!” she moans, her heels digging into his lower back, near his ass as she feels his cock dragging against her walls, already stretched out so much.

he grins, curly hair messy and damp from sweat, neck riddled with bite marks and his back was covered with scratch marks. “yeah baby? feel that? feel my dick in you, angel?” he questions, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

she nods. “fuck yes… ‘love it clark, ‘love you so much…” she slurs, her eyes half lidded as her pussy fluttered around him.

“I love you too, lois… so damn much.” he mutters back, his right fingers curling under the silk sheets, his left hand holding her waist so easily, the size difference between his hand and her body will never make him go crazy.

she grins up at him, her moans filling the bedroom, louder than the headboard slamming against the wall. “you know… ‘m glad I married you.”

she’s never seen clark’s grin grow bigger before. his cheeks have a blush to it, she can hear a giggle leave his mouth, his hips sputter at her words, he lifts his right hand which have the wedding ring on it and cups her cheek with it. “say that again.”

lois lifts her left hand, the one with her wedding ring and puts it over his right hand… their wedding rings lining up. “clark kent, I’m glad I married you.”

his thrusts become sloppy, and her pussy clenches around him.

he moves his hand, kissing her palm as he speaks, looking directly into her eyes. “I’m so fucking glad I married you, lois lane.”

she leans up, pressing a kiss on his lips as her right arm wrapped around his neck, her nails dragging on his back. she backs away, seeing the tint on his cheeks, how his curly hair falls on his face, how his blue eyes look into her eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and a stupid grin on his face. he’s an angel, he’s her angel.

he can feel his cock tighten, balls straining as blood pumps in and out, flowing through his cock. “gosh, lois… ‘gonna cum… lets cum together, please? please? can we cum together?” he begs.

lois thinks he couldn’t get any better, and by how her pussy clenches? he had his answer; but she nods anyway. “yes, clark… fuck yes clark, we can. ‘m ready.”

and before either of them can do a countdown, they’re both cumming. almost like their bodies are synced together.

lois throws her head back, eyes rolling back into her skull as her nails dug deep into his back and her other hand gripping his jaw hard. her heels dug deep into his thighs as her pussy clenches around his cock.

“clarkkkk!” she slurs, mouth agape as the orgasm shoots through her, veins pumped full of pleasure. her back arches, chest pressed against his own chest as she hears him grunt at how hard she’s clenched around him.

at the same time? he’s cumming, his balls clenched as he hits his orgasm. his eyes roll back the same way her’s did, head lolled back as his adams apple bopped, feeling her thumb stroking the underside of his jaw.

his hot cum pumps into her, strings and strings of hot semen filling her womb with no care. he’s balls deep, grinding against her aching pussy as he finishes, wanting to make sure his cum hits every part of her walls.

“holy shit… gosh, baby.” he murmurs out, panting as he continues to cum deep inside her, slumping his forehead against her own forehead as sweat dripped, his muscles stiffen. “pretty girl… my baby… my wife. my friggin’ wife. my perfect wife.” he mutters, a pussy-drunken smile plastered on his face.

lois moves her forehead off his, groaning as she feels her abdomen being pumped full. it feels so fucking good. he’s so good, he’s so thick and she can feel him everywhere. she kisses his lips. “my perfect husband.”

pants fill the room, the air reeking of sex, perfume, cologne and sweat as his left hand stroked her abdomen, feeling his bulge inside her.

his eyes are half lidded, his voice soft and yet has the deep voice to him that makes her pussy flutter. “can… can we go again, baby…?” he begs softly, as if he needs to ask again, yet he still does.

“you don’t even have to ask.” she tells him, hand threading through his damp curly hair once nicely put together as they mesh their lips together.

neither of them wouldn’t be surprised if the wedding night ended with a third member of their family…

dare I say baby daddy! jason todd and married, parents! clois mood-board and headcanons coming soon 😗 I know clois would go fucking batshit crazy on their wedding night, idc, the bed is breaking, sheets are torn, wood is cracked, the wallpaper is peeling. that room STINKS.

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⭑ » ˚⋆˚ ࿔ 𝜗𝜚 MDNI 17+ ❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ❞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dick grayson x suffering from toxic bf! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: dick grayson was your good friend, and what kind of good friend would he be if he let you be so sexually frustrated because of your loser boyfriend?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 17+ CONTENT, rough sex, cheating, reader cheats on their boyfriend with dick, filthy talk, sex tapes, pussy worship, big dick! dick grayson, hair pulling (dick! receiving), cum play, dick loves you.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: meow. I love dick so damn much. this was initally went from a jason todd to a wally west fic, but this always screamed dick grayson to me as I wrote it so it's for him! just re-wrote it ten thousand times. I'll write for jason and wally soon anyway.

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dick grayson was a good friend— he wasn’t your best friend, but he wasn’t a distant friend either. he was one of your good friends… and he definitely wanted the best for you. you guys met at a nightclub in downtown gotham, and your friend groups meshed together pretty well… and it helps one of your best friends began to date tim.

he knew you a lot better than other people. you two mutually knew each other’s interests and your each other’s accomplishments and problems, and dick certainly knew one of your problems; a big one too.

your shitty boyfriend was the big problem.

he didn’t care about you, often leaving you alone for his friends and for his alcohol. dick didn’t know why you stayed, but you used the excuse of “when he’s good, it’s absolute heaven… he’s not that bad.”

he constantly mistreats you and you couldn’t seem to leave, no matter how many times you’d tell dick and your other friends you’d leave him. he’d make you so mad and so pissed, making you question yourself every fucking argument, but he made you feel so good when he was. it’s a toxic mess you couldn’t get out of.

dick couldn’t stand you being so mad… so what’s so bad about a good friend helping out another friend’s sexual frustration?

you were already on edge by the time dick found himself in your apartment. your boyfriend left you close to your orgasm but never made you finish (and only focused on his own dick), leaving you high and dry and looking for another source of an orgasm.

it just helps that you found yourself in dick grayson's warmth.

he comforted you, telling you everything you needed to here… his biceps strongly holding onto you, with your ass directly over his crotch, and things just seemingly happened from there.

soon enough, you are on your back, hair sprawled on your pillows with dick pounding his thick eight inches into your pussy, your hands yanking on his black hair. “feel good? feel better than that piece of shit? he never gave this pussy any love, didn’t he?”

you nod, your eyes rolled back into your skull. just a few thrusts in and you felt like this. he never made you feel this good. “oh yesssss, so— so much better… so good, ohhhhh… never- never made me feel good! fuck!!”

he nipped at your neck, biting down on your shoulder as he thrusted quicker, your nails dragging down his back. he kept your legs wrapped around his hips, heels dug into his lower back. he had a stamina that your boyfriend never had.

“it sucks… it really does.” dick begins, his thick cock stretching your walls perfectly, like you were made for him. “he lost this gorgeous fucking pussy… oh well, his loss.”

he’s such a cocky bitch; it’s irritating but it felt so fucking good. you moaned at his words and how his thick cock fucked you. the fantasies of dick never stopped, even during sex with your boyfriend. dick always had a way about him that made him irresistible. it’s no wonder why he has such a man-whore reputation, he’s amazing in every way, and he’s able to back it up with no doubts; hero in the sheets and a sex god in the sheets.

“definitely… h-his loss… oh dick!” you whine, drool slightly leaving your mouth as his tip kisses your g-spot.

his right hand moved down your body, his fingertips pressing against your clit. he moved his hand in circles at the same time of his thrusts, knowing your puffy cunt needed attention. he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to please you in every way. it’s both the pride dick had, and the desire to make you feel damn good.

“…I got you, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you… don’t you worry that pretty little head.” he coo’s, his tone almost patronizing in the best way possible. “how did you not tell me ‘bout your problems before, pretty girl? would’ve loved to fuck this pussy so much sooner…”

he leans over as he continues to fuck you and rub your pussy, grabbing your phone and opening the camera app with his left hand, biting his tongue slightly. he places the phone on the bed as he grabs your right hand, fingers around your wrist as he forces open your hand. grabbing the phone and placing it in your hand, pressing the record button.

he smiles and waves at the camera. “oh! hey man! look at your woman!” he says to the camera, tilting your flushed face with his left hand to look at the camera. “this is how you fuck a girl… not whatever you had going on.”

your face burned scarlet red as you stared at the phone, looking at how dick fucked your pussy. you liked it, liked how dick acted, his cocky arrogant way of proving himself, even if it meant fucking a taken woman. he pulls you closer to your orgasm as he rubs your pussy.

“oh fuck… p-please dick… oh fuckkkk, dick!” your voice lets out, drool falling down your chin as your hand holding the phone shakes.

dick stables your wrist, holding it as he rubs your pussy. you looked absolutely amazing like this, and knowing it’s all on recording felt so good. “i’m taking care of her… she’s fine with me, man, don’t you worry…” he says, spreading out your folds and letting a swab of spit fall from his lips and into your inner folds. “not like you knew how to fuck your bitch anyway.” he shrugs.

“oh fuck! dick!” you could only moan at his words, not even caring in the slightest at him calling you a ‘bitch’ in this moment.

you’d backhand him later on though, and he’d apologize.

it’s a shame, really, that an argument with your boyfriend finally got you to finally fuck dick, even after all his flirting. you were practically addicted to him after one time… it’s intoxicating. your fingers dug into his shoulders, your hand still recording you two.

you look at the camera, moaning loudly. “o-oh fuck, ‘m sorry… ‘m sorry honey, he’s just so good… oh fuck, dick!”

he shakes his head as he hears you apologize to your boyfriend over the phone… you definitely didn’t feel sorry with how dick's thick cock felt in your pussy, but you couldn’t care.

his blue eyes looked at the camera again. “y’know you’re doing something wrong my guy if another guy needs to make your girl cum… maybe get a few lessons in how to fuck a girl right then you won’t have issues like this.” he says, looking at the camera as he licks your collarbone, thrusting harder.

he grabs the phone from your hand, letting your hand do whatever you wanted as he holds the phone in his right hand, flipping it so it focuses on your body, his cock disappearing in and out of your folds. “see this man?” he asks the camera, zooming in on your pussy. “this is how you fuck a pussy.”

you sob as his cock drags against your walls, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. you couldn’t care about the phone, even if he does send it in the end, but you couldn’t care.

“oh fuck, d-dick… your’s… all your’s.” you moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “I-I’m close dick, ‘m so close…”

he’s got you exactly where he wants; pussy stuffed with his dick, recording a sex tape that may or may not be sent to your boyfriend at the end of the night, and overwhelmed with his love and his massive cock.

“damn right you’re mine.” he says, chuckling as he goes faster. he smiles behind the camera, glancing the camera up and zooming the camera in on your face. “one time getting my dick and your girl already obsessed…” he says, mainly to the camera.

your face flushes as you grind against him, becoming closer and closer to the edge as he fucks deeper, your fingers pulling at the back of his head.

dick smiles as you grind against him, fucking you harder with the phone in his right hand, his left hand pressing on your abdomen. he knows damn well how close you are, leaning the phone up and zooming in on your face, capturing how your eyes roll back, face flushed and drool leaving your mouth.

“say my name, pretty girl… that’s all you need to do… say your daddy’s name…” he says lowly, purposely pushing his tip deeper.

you look at him, again not caring about the camera (or about dick calling himself 'daddy' of all names) as you scratch down his chest. “d-dick! dick! oh fuck, so good.”

he nods approvingly, pointing the camera down to not only show his cock fucking your pussy but also your nails dragging down his chest. “there you go. its quite simple how to fuck your girl right… follow what she asks you to do and she’ll do what you want her to do.” he says to the camera, talking to the boyfriend who will eventually see the tape. “oh well, you lost her before you could realize that…”

one more look into his blue eyes and a drag of his cock is all you need. “cum for me baby, fucking cum all over me, I don’t care, cum on my dick…”

that’s all you needed to hear; your toes curl, your body shakes and a convulsing mess as you cum, reaching your peak. your vision turned white as you dig deep in his skin, grinding against him as you cum all over him.

his cock continues to thrust in and out, filming your orgasm as he switches from focusing on your pussy to her face. “there you go… good girl… you’re such a good girl, yknow?”

your orgasm hits hard as your back arches, his name going off your lips over and over again, slowly losing strength and coherent thoughts as he makes you go over the edge. soon enough, your eyes roll back to normal, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, a slightly open mouth and moans leaving your mouth.

“oh dick… dick… fuck…” you moan low, looking at him and not even paying attention to the camera.

“tell me…” he says, going a little faster in order to hit his peak right now, the camera shaking as he makes the camera watch him fuck your wet pussy, his dark pubic hair glistening with your fluids. “tell me where you want my cum…”

you look at him, delirious and so cock-drunk as you speak. “anywhere… anywhere but ‘in…” you slur your words, mouth full of moans, leaning your head back and just enjoying the overstimulation. "...'m not on the pill... 'ran out... never had to use it because he never made me f-finish..."

he smiles— it faltered a little when you mentioned how your boyfriend, hopefully ex boyfriend, failed to make you cum but he doesn’t quit. he pulls his cock out, stroking the eight inches with his left hand so fast, his thumb pressing against the vein on his cock as his balls clench, finally reaching his own high as strings of hot cum spurt from his red tip and onto your abdomen, cock twitching as each rope shoots out.

you moan as his hot cum spurts all over your abdomen, your head looking down as you see your abdomen be covered with white. “dick…”

he lowered his left hand, using his pointer finger to paint something on your abdomen, using his own cum, the camera capturing it; d.g

“there you go…” he says, flipping the camera to his face, giving the camera a shitty thumbs up, hair damp, sweat dripping down the side of his face and a shit eating grin is on his face. “next time you fuck a woman, make sure you actually listen.”

finally, he ended the video, with the video finalizing and sitting pretty in your photo album. your legs are spread out, cum all over you (both yours and his), heavily breathing and feeling so much better than you did when he came into the apartment.

“you want me to send it to your boyfriend or nah?” he asks, looking at you as he holds your phone, rubbing your thigh softly.

you nod your head, running a hand through your hair. “yes… send it to him…” you say.

he cocks an eyebrow. “you sure? or is this your dicktimized brain talking?” he asks, making sure you won’t do something you regret. “cause he’s the worst person to send this to…” he warns again.

not knowing if it was your brain being so dumbed down by dick grayson’s dick, or the feeling of just defeat when it came to your soon to be ex boyfriend, you nod again. “I’m sure… send it to him, show him.”

with a brighter smile than a kid on christmas, he goes into the phone and presses your boyfriends contact…

after a moment, he puts the phone down. he lowers himself and presses a kiss on your lips. “wanna go again? or nah? your pussy too fucked after one round?”

you kiss him back, running your fingers through his black locks, sweaty and completely limp. “would you leave if I said another one?”

“not at all.” he says, beginning to kiss your jaw…

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boyfriend 🙄

baby

speak to me.

where are u????

im sorry and I know u know that.

i’m sorry, baby, please.

can u get over urself and come back? ur so fucking dramatic istg

you 🤍

yooo, what’s up dude, here catch!

*attachment: 1 video*

u don’t know me, but ur girl’s pussy definitely knows me.

hope you have a great rest of your night, cause

I’m having a nice night with ur girl in my arms!

thanks for fumbling 🤪

boyfriend 🙄

what the fuck???

you 🤍

sorry not sorry

your girl is choking on my dick as we speak!

didn’t tell her to btw, she wanted to do it

want a video of that, cause I can give it to u, but do you deserve it?

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sorry not sorry if it seems so sloppy, I’m ovulating and dick grayson is all I want rn so…. 😶‍🌫️

dick is a little bit of an asshole in this one but fuck it, we ball! he’s even better when he’s caring but so damn cocky 🤤 dick would definitely make sex tapes, fight with the wall. don’t know what’s next for dick, but soon! maybe submissive dick next!

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I just know clark whimpers when he fucks lois. like that man is whimpering up a god damn storm, thanking her in between each thrust for letting him have her and lois has a smile that both reads cockiness and adoration knowing she makes the man of steel fall apart like that.

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⭑ » ˚₊‧⋆˚ ࿔ 𝜗𝜚 fucking husband! bruce wayne in a paris villa

thinking about… bruce wayne who never takes advice from his friends, let alone getaway vacation ideas from clark kent of all people, but the one time he does? it’s in a nice little villa on the outskirts of paris.

it’s not something bruce would’ve picked out initially… but he could never say no to you once you begged him to try it out.

the bed creaked, the headboard pounded the wall as bruce pounded into you. finished a nice night out in paris, he used his wealth to get into some of the fanciest restaurants, museums and even the eiffel tower! now he was just spoiling you… your nails scratched into his already scarred back, making better reminders to him why he keeps going in life.

he grunts in your ear as you moan in his, his fingers gripping the sheets under you as his hips snap in a rough and quick pace that no one could match besides him.

“f-fuck! bruce! bruce!” your moans fill the room alongside the musk of sex and bruce’s overpriced cologne.

he licks at your jawline, licking a clean stripe from the start by your ear to your chin and back down, his balls tightening as your heels dug into his lower back. “gonna cum for me, darling?” he questions, looking up at you from your jaw.

you nod, lifting one hand to go into his black strands— instinctively pulling on them as you can’t stop your pussy from clenching. “please bruce! ‘ve been good! just le-let me cum!”

he thinks for a moment, his right hand lifting out of the sheets and down to your puffy cunt. putting his thumb directly on your needy nub, he rubs up and down in quick and precise motions, his hips going just as fast. “cum f’me, love.”

it’s all you needed to break.

you screamed his name, you were sure the entirety of paris heard you through the open window but who were you to care. your nails dug deep into his back, pussy clenching on his cock as you threw your head back. his thrusts didn’t hold up once, continuing to thrust in and out, tip kissing your g-spot dead on.

“bruceeee!” your throat could only let out moans and broken sobs as you cummed all over his cock, some of your cum getting into his happy trail. (but you’d be lying to say it wasn’t the hottest sight of all time)

you’re limp on the bed as your veins are overflown with pleasure, hair sprawled out everywhere, limbs feeling looser than before, your pussy fluttering with each thrust of bruce’s hips. it felt real good.

bruce leans up, pressing kisses onto your cheek as you were still swimming in pleasure, vision whitened out and heels dug deep into his lower back to the point of indents. “come back to me, angel.” he coos, slowing down his hips as he took away his right hand, putting it on the pillow. “c’mon… I got you.”

you always knew he got you, the man who’d bring you back to reality with his deep voice and thick cock. and when you looked at him with those teary eyes that he could get lost in? the same eyes he stares at every night and questions what he did to deserve you? he wasn’t far behind.

with a grunt of your name and one more pussy clench, he was falling over the edge, veins pumping with pleasure as he grinds his teeth together, hitting you balls deep.

his hot cum pumped into your pussy with ropes and ropes of it, balls emptying with his grunts and near whimpers in your ear, beard scruff scratching against your cheek. your lips pressed sloppy kisses on his cheek and jaw.

he panted, letting out a string of curses as it didn’t take him long to go limp inside you and pull himself out. his cock was coated with your cum, and your thighs were leaking with his as he kisses your forehead before laying on the right side of the bed.

you rolled over to your right ribs and laid a hand on his chest. it took a few moments for you to speak… “so who suggested this to begin with? you showed it to me and I wanted it… but who told you about it, because honey, as much as I love you… this is not your style.”

bruce swipes his head at you, a smirk on his face as he comes down from his high. he thinks for a second before recollecting his thoughts, did you just make bruce wayne pussy drunk? maybe. “kent told me about it… said it was a good vacation spot.”

“kent as in clark kent?” you question.

he nods. “yes hun, clark kent. I only know one kent… besides lois but you know what I mean.”

you nod along as you put your head on his chest, listening to the thuds that was his heartbeat… and then… you thought about it. this was a lover’s getaway home… clark told him about it… clark is married to lois and she just told you about going to paris the other month… wait.

“you think they fucked on this bed?” you ask him, lifting your head off his chest.

he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you dumbfounded, some of the color was drained from his face but not a lot of it. “what? why do you think that? baby you’re overthinking it… and I don’t want to think about that right after what we did.”

you shrug, not wanting to tell him what you pieced together— he’d eventually figure it out himself. you just hum and put your head back on his chest, your left hand draped on his abs.

“sorry, sorry… but it would explain the paper on the dresser explaining to take it easy on the bed because three other beds had to be replaced during the last couple’s visit…”

that’s why bruce wayne never takes vacation getaway advice from clark kent. next time he’ll get it from oliver queen.

he’s literally so husband I wanna cry (and cum). wrote this before bed because I didn’t want to lose it. I’m never not adding clois in my ‘dc comics x reader’ fanfics because I absolutely adore them and I will spread clois propaganda because they are #1

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: red k! corenswet! clark kent x brosnahan! lois lane

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after clark is exposed to red kryptonite, lois experiences a different side of clark after the stone alters his personality… and it’s both scary and intoxicating (or, red kryptonite influenced clark fucks lois stupid! in the air!)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 17+ CONTENT, rough sex, dominant! clark kent, ass slapping, edging, filthy fucking talk, big dick! clark kent, hair pulling (clark! receiving), mean clark kent, unprotected sex, spitting during sex, usage of powers during sex, flight sex, dacryphillia, creampies

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: uhhhhh, just watched smallville and love red k clark and his bitch ass attitude, so I decided to give it to corenswet! clark and brosnahan! lois. also, I’ve never wrote mean clark, just because I think clark could never be mean and the dom daddy others think he is… but red kryptonite makes him different, so it gives me a reason!

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red kryptonite was something lois didn’t expect to see clark affected by.

it was just a regular mission with kara when he first encountered red kryptonite a week ago. they flew to a new planet to help out fellow metahumans against an extraterrestrial being threatening the planet… and when clark was distracted… the ring was snapped on. it wasn’t slid on his ring finger, it was snapped onto his thick skin, thorns embedded inside the ring’s gold interior pierced into his skin. and the chemical imbalance in his brain was lethal.

his will was stronger sometimes but the red kryptonite was just too much, and he felt the change within him… and he has to wait until he’s able to get the ring off.

lois knew about the different colored kryptonites, mainly because clark told her about them. from green, to red, to white, to blues and yellows… there’s a lot of them and she’s only experienced one of them, green, when talking to lex and seeing it on his desk, and saving superman from his pocket universe prison… but now? she can add red to that list.

and deep down? she kind of loves it… even if it’s a different side of clark she’s seen, a side she never thought she’d see.

the bed was a mess, the headboard was cracked at the corners. the legs were barley holding up the frame and the sheets were torn in some places… sweat covered the pillows, both of their clothes ripped off to the floor with the only thing remaining on clark is the red kryptonite ring, a soft red glow of the kryptonite sitting in the middle to the gold ring mold.

lois has never felt like this before. sex with clark kent was delicious, per usual… but clark being under the influence of red k? it was something that she could barley handle.

her body felt numb, in the best way as she barley managed to push herself off the bed. her legs were trembling, finger marks on her body and bite marks all over from her neck to her collarbone to her thighs. sweat cooled against her flushed skin, hair damp. for a quick second, she thinks maybe— just maybe, she can catch her breath and walk or stand or do anything.

but clark? he wasn’t done. not even close.

the second she got up and felt herself staggering forward, the pleasure still pumping through her veins, he bolted across the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. biceps were flexed, they were strong, possessive, needy in a way that wasn’t like regular clark. he pulled her back into the steel wall that was his chest, she could feel his hands go to her abdomen where his dick just was. his groan shot a shiver down her spine.

“where ‘you think you’re going?” he questions, his voice was rough, dripping with a possessiveness that she’s never heard from him before. it’s intoxicating.

“i-i need a damn minute… fuck.” lois panted, her thighs quicker and she could feel his cum drop down her thighs. “clark… my legs don’t even—”

her protest was cut off in a yelp when clark quickly and so easily turns her around and lifts her clean off the ground, both arms around his waist. no effort, no hesitation, no warning. just one sharp flex of his biceps and suddenly? she’s airborne in his arms.

“clark! f-fuck!” she hisses.

she clung to his shoulders as he easily holds her in his arms, her nails dug into his bare shoulders as he slowly lifted off his feet… they’re both airborne.

he’s making her fly. and there’s no way of escaping him now— not like she wants to.

the world tilted on its axis beneath her, his powers taking the breath out of her as she felt his hard cock press against her abdomen. the furrow in his brows, the glare in his eyes, the cold metal of the ring against her lower back? it’s all too intoxicating.

her fingers go up to his messy curls, gripping them.

he presses a sharp kiss on her lips, refusing to even give her a break. he’s so dominant under the red kryptonite. she loves it. “you don’t get a break.” he murmurs darkly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “not until i’m finished with you…” under the red k, he focuses on him first. he still makes her cum, and so damn well, but he takes special interest in his own pleasure first.

with no difficulty at all, he thrusts back into her, his thick eight inches sliding back into her sobbing cunt.

“clark!” she gasped loudly, clawing at his back at the overwhelming sense of fullness at his cock. his strength is so paramount over her, she can only moan and roll her eyes back.

suspended midair, he doesn’t wait to let her even think before he thrusts in and out, balls slapping against the lower portion of her cunt. his thrusts are harder, deeper, unhindered by the squeaks of the bed or the size of the mattress, they’re in his domain now and he’s fucking excelling at it. he has a stoic expression on his face, but loves the way her nails are dragging down his back.

clark’s eyes burned in the dim light with hunger, the possession that comes with his altered personality. he squeezes her ass cheeks, hips rutting quicker as his voice is jagged with lust. “you fucking feel that?” he groans, pounding into her with merciless precision. “no ground, no bed… just me. taking your little pussy apart…”

her pussy clenches around his cock as his tip presses against her cervix. his words are so hot, it’s difficult to breath. her cries are muffled when she bites onto his shoulder, not letting up one bit. it’s not when she sobbed out his name, not when her nails broke skin on his back, not when he can feel just how hard her cunt clenches.

her teeth are sharp against his shoulder. “clark! fuck! fuck!” she cries out, heels dug deep, just as deep as her nails. “t-too deep…”

his breath hitches, pants heavy against her ear. he shakes his head, squeezing her ass. “it ain’t too deep… you’re taking it just fine.” he grunts, wrapping his left arm around her waist and using his right hand to touch her all over.

his gaze drops from her face down to her abdomen. his eyes glow faintly as he controls his powers, his vision turning into a homemade x-ray machine. his eyes scan her body and land on her abdomen, seeing the inside of her cunt squeezing his cock, watching it thrust in and out.

lois knows what he’s doing, and she nearly moans just at that. “clark- what the h-hell, ah!” she moans as she feels him go impossibly deeper.

“you know I see it.” he lets out, hips slamming harder, more erratic, his hips moving in a way that it smacks the air out of her throat. “can see myself inside your cunt, filling you every damn inch… I see it… you’re taking it just fine… like the good girl you are.”

even affected by red kryptonite, he still slips in a ‘good girl’… fuck.

her whole body felt hot, pleasure pumping through her veins, overflowing her body. she threw her head back, eyes rolled back. her moans bounced off the walls, he soaked them in, it’s only feeding into his chemically imbalanced brain. the way his voice was low, deep and in her ear, it made her shiver.

“you’re cute when you moan, y’know?” he questions, moving his right hand upwards and grabbing her jaw. he taps his right pointer finger on her cheek. “open.” he simply commands. and she does. she opens her mouth the best she can, and with no hesitation, he spits into her mouth, seeing it land on her tongue and he closes her jaw.

she swallows his spit, tears pricking from her eyes as she gets closer and closer to the edge, his hand still on her jaw.

“clark- c-clark… ‘m so close… so- so damn close.” she begs, hands shaking against his back. tears fall from the corner of her eyes and he can only turn his lips into a smirk.

he leans in, kissing the tears from her cheeks, his smirk remaining on his face as he tastes her tears. “delicious.” he mutters, seeing her cheeks glisten from his lips. “look at you… how my dick fits in ‘ya… how good your pussy can take it.” he mutters.

she huffs, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. she’s powerless to stop his hips and stop his filthy words inside her ear. “y-you’re a dick…” she mutters. is calling her red kryptonite influenced boyfriend a dick the best idea? probably not.

but clark just laughs. he shakes his head and kisses the rest of the tears up, feeling the saltiness of her tears on his lips. “call me a dick all you want, lois… but you know just how much this pussy wants me…”

she shakes, her pussy fluttering with each quick thrust. she can see his eyes glow again, using his x-ray vision again. she hangs her head, her moans louder and more cracked due to her getting so close to her orgasm.

“c-clark…” it’s all she has to say.

he holds her tighter, his left arm hooked around her waist and his right hand going back to her ass, his eyes watching her cervix get hit with his cock over and over again. “you gonna cum?” he questions, wanting to hear it. “you’re going to cum all over my dick, baby? want me to let this pussy cum?”

she nods enthusiastically, pressing sloppy kisses on his jawline. “please- please… clark, need to cum… need it so fucking bad, gonna cum…”

he moves his right hand, slapping her cheek with a harsh hand. he hears her moan sharpen as she tears up again. beautiful. “cum for me, doll…” he tells her, switching from his x-ray vision to regular vision. “this pussy wants to cum… so do it… cum for me.”

and she doesn’t even need to be told twice.

with a sharp cry of his name, moans falling from her lips, lois falls over the edge. her nails dug into his back all over again, toes curling as she felt his hand on her ass, his cock rutting back and fourth, giving her cunt no breathing room even as she pushes through her orgasm.

clark grins when she clenches around his dick and cums. her veins nearly explode with pleasure, teeth gritted as she shuts her eyes, not even minding the tears and his murmurs in her ears as she cums. deep red scratch marks go down his back, muscle being decorated with her nails as lois’ orgasm hits and lingers due to overstimulation.

her moans quiet down, he can feel her nails weaken and her legs around his waist loosen. it’s adorable to him how easy he can make her break.

he doesn’t stop his hips, his balls clench as he finds himself at his own orgasm, never losing his quick and too deep pace. “gonna cum…” he warns, kissing the tears coming from her eyes due to her puffy cunt fluttering around him. “gonna cum deep in ‘ya… c’mon baby… know this womb would love it.”

“clark…” she sighs, hands grabbing the back of his neck, no longer digging her nails into him.

he shakes his head. “you love me filling you up, I know you do.” he says, so damn confident as his cock doesn’t stop, twitching inside her as he falls over the edge. “lois…”

she doesn’t even get a warning before she feels his hot cum pump into her womb. her eyes roll back, feeling his arms tighten and her name falling from his lips as he pumps her insides. his right hand moves from her ass to her abdomen, feeling his dick in her.

her body shakes, overwhelmed with pleasure as his cock had its finish. she clenches around him involuntarily, and he soaks that in. “keep milking my cock, doll.” he encourages lowly, pressing on her abdomen. “take as much as your womb wants… not like it’s going anywhere else.”

it takes a few moments for clark to go back to the bed… but it’s not like she gets a break the moment he stops floating…

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clark is such a meanie in this :( it feels wrong to write clark so mean and so dominant but fuck it! the red kryptonite version is hot as shit so idc! back to submissive clark!

also, just like last post, new dick grayson and new bruce wayne content is coming soon! trust!

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 2025! david! clark kent x 2025! rachel! lois lane

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: before clark turns himself into the department of justice to face whatever “justice” superman deserves… clark talks to lois about what her words meant after the interview that one night… and he refuses to lose her the night he might lose himself. (or, superman and lois fuck in clark’s apartment before he turns himself in to the doj)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 17+ CONTENT, gentle sex, dirty talk, big dick! clark kent, size kink, unprotected sex, choking (clark! receiving), creampie, sloppy make outs, angst turned smut, clark loves lois too much, canon differences

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: again, this has differences from the canon events of the movie but mostly because clark and lois bang before he turns himself into the doj. they’re both so hot in that scene, how could I not! I also added the detail from the ‘78 film that the logo on superman’s chest is the coat of arms of house el because fuck it! it’s a cool explanation.

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clark didn’t know what to think. there was too much in his mind.

the justice gang— as much as guy didn’t want to call it. where krypto was. how the citizens of metropolis now think of about superman, the man of steel. how the daily planet would paint superman as. what kind of shit the department of justice or lex luthor might do when he eventually turns himself in. what lois meant when she said that sentence a few nights ago.

‘I knew this was never going to work out’

it ate at him, more than it needs to. more than it should… but he doesn’t want to lose lois lane. even if he’s already lost her due to superman and the destruction of his reputation… clark kent doesn’t want to lose lois lane.

he was sitting on his couch, with a shattered window next to him, suit ripped and dirt all over the red and blue fabric. his knee bounced, it’s not from nerves but rather he needed something to do. he needed something to take his mind off of. the dirt and the filth on him wasn’t enough, the television was in front of him, humming along to a news company about superman that clark didn’t want to hear but he was far too lazy to walk and grab the remote to turn it off.

the monster in the background seems comedic at the moment… it’s completely silent besides the calm breathing of lois and the ragged breaths of clark.

lois sits in front of him, the hot coco on the table next to the couch left alone as clark looks at her. she’s gorgeous. in those checkered pants that make her thighs look bigger in the best ways possible, the long sleeve shirt sleeves pushed up to his forearms, the watch on her right wrist… he shouldn’t be so damn horny at a time where his mind won’t shut up… but it’s the lois lane affect on clark’s mind, and he doesn’t want to turn himself in without one last moment with her.

he has to know what she meant.

in a slow movement, clark leans forward, putting his forearms on his knees with his hands clasped together. “lois… what did you mean? when you said that you knew this would never work.”

the question catches lois off guard. her eyebrows furrow as her palms become sweaty. her own insecurities eating at her, not wanting to put clark through the stress of her own mind… and he’s questioning what she said. she wasn’t good at relationships— she wanted to be, but she just wasn’t. she sighs, straightening out her back as she can’t look at him straight in the eyes. “I…I don’t know…” she mutters.

“lois…” he whispers. “look at me… please…”

with a bite of her cheek, she looks up at him, looking at him straight in his blue eyes. he’s dirty and he’s been through so much just in one day… things he doesn’t deserve to go through because he’s a good person. he doesn’t need this. “clark…”

he scoots forward, the fabric of the suit stretching with his movements. “lois… I have to know before I turn myself into the doj… tell me what you meant when you interviewed me… about knowing this wouldn’t work out.”

it takes her a moment to speak, but she respects his needs the same way he does with her needs. “what I meant was… that I know I’m not good in relationships… I know I’m too tough and we don’t… our morals don’t align in the same way. you trust everyone and I question everyone… our views of the world isn’t the same and you’re just so positive…” she says, keeping eye contact, watching his face stay stoic but taking her words in. “I’ve had bad relationships before… I’ve fucked up so much in my past… and I don’t want to fuck you up, clark, you don’t deserve it.”

clark soaks in her words. they enter his mind and he lets them sink. it means a lot for him for her to talk to him about it.

“lois.” he begins, running a hand through his curls. “we do believe in the same things. we want truth and justice but just because we share it in a different worldview… doesn’t mean we don’t work together…”

she shakes her head, clearing her throat. “clark, it’s not that we don’t work together… i’m not good at this shit…”

“i don’t care if you’re not good at relationships, lois.” he cuts her off, leaning back in his seat as he reaches out his left hand to place on her knee. “i don’t care that you’ve had bad ones and i don’t care if you mess me up… i know you. you’re a good person, and you’re a good girlfriend, i don’t lie to you… we work together because we share different world views; you ground me in reality and i lighten up your view of humanity… hopefully.”

that earns him a laugh. surprisingly.

he continues. “if i’m going to turn myself in… i want you to know that lois… you’re good… a good person and the damn best reporter I know… and we made it work. and when i get back, we’ll continue to make it work… just because i’m superman or i disagree with out… it doesn’t mean we don’t work.”

her breath hitches at his words, every time she tries to open her mouth, she knows her voice will shake, she knows he’s telling the truth… it just hurts to hear it. it hurts to face her insecurities.

she looks down at his hand on her knee, feeling it brush against the plaid pattern of her cloth. “clark, why…”

“why what?” he asks, moving his hand up to her thigh, rubbing up and down. “what is it, lois.”

“why do you love me?” she asks bluntly, bracing herself on the coffee table, her hands pressing against the edges before she stands up, watching his eyes track like a damn hawk. it’s too attractive.

he doesn’t need to think about it too much, moving his hand around to the back of her thigh simply to be closer to her. “because you’re you.” he simply says. he says it so quickly, so easy and so convinced. “you’re gorgeous, you have a mind that no one can match, you’re so damn good at everything you do… you make me improve myself.”

she looks at him dumbfounded. like he just said the most unbelievable things she’s heard— and in her mind? it is.

they let the words soak into the air for a few moments, besides the sounds of car horns, crashes, police sirens, and the sounds of that damn extraterrestrial monster outside… all because of the broken window.

then, he speaks again, a grin appearing on his face. “would you smack me if I said you also had the best face to look at?” he tilts his head, and when her eyebrows furrowed, he finished it. “y’know… when I’m inside you…”

she scoffs, leaning over and smacking his chest, hearing him groan as if she’d ever hurt him. “you asshole.”

“ow! that hurts!” he says, grabbing her hand before she could retract it, putting it on his house of el coat of arms logo.

lois looks at him, mouth agape a little. “that did not hurt!” she accuses, feeling his left hand squeeze the back of her thigh.

he nods his head, gaining a little more energy. “yes it did!”

“no it didn’t, you’re being a sensitive baby!” she shoots back, poking at his chest despite his hand holding her’s.

and before she knows it, he’s pulling her forward, easily manhandling her onto his lap, landing her directly on his thighs. she lets out a curse as he pulls her, straddling him with each leg bracketing against his leg.

she’s face to face, her body literally on top of hers and she can feel her cheeks flush. just straddling him, it’s torture for her. he’s so big, he fills the space so nicely, she hates it as much as she loves it.

“clark…” she whispers, voice low and too sexy for her own good.

he puts his lips close to hers, pressing a kiss onto her jaw as his hands go to her lower back. “just… let me.” he whispers, pressing another kiss on her cheek. “one more time before I go?” he asks.

her eyebrows raise again, both hands going to the back of his hand and into his messy black curls. “really? one last time you horny bastard.” she threads her fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of them despite the mess they’ve been through.

he corrects her, kissing her on the lips. “it’s only for a little. I’ll return to you… I promise, I always will.” he promises, her lips warm against his. “I just… I need one more before wherever the hell lex takes me…”

she puts a pointer finger to his lips. “don’t mention him here.” she tells him, gripping his chin, even hearing that bastard’s name makes her mad. he doesn’t deserve to be even spoken about by anyone, let alone clark saying it. the same man who lex would burn in hell in an instant.

he grins when he feels her fingers on him. she feels incredible against him, pulling him like she usually does. “…then do something about it…”

and she does. by kissing him, hard.

he groans when she kisses him, his hand’s immediately cupping her cheeks with both hands, both rough palms on her face as she kisses him, his mouth easily opening up as her tongue pushes in. his tongue presses against her’s, a soft pleased sound leaves her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck once more.

he moves his head, swiping his tongue against her bottom teeth as his right hand goes down, his left hand remaining on her cheek as he works to unbutton her pants. she adjusts in his lap, their lips moving with each touch, only going for air when clark lets out a broken whimper.

his fingers easily get her buttons undone, pushing down her pants. she moves her knees, going from one to another to allow clark to slip them off, and her underwear while he’s at it.

both of them fall onto the floor with a soft, compliant thud.

“lois…” he mutters, feeling his cheeks flush as his fingers brush across her sobbing pussy. “so wet f’me… good gosh.” he groans, just a faint touch alone gets her wetness on his thick fingers. it’s adorable.

she whimpers at his fingers touching her. not even touching her, just grazing by her as she breaks the kiss, licking the line of spit connecting them. “c’mon farm boy… ‘unfair that I’m the only one with my junk out…”

he grins, eating up her teasing attitude like it was on a silver platter. she lifts her hips, letting his hand go down his trunks and into the pant half of the suit, his thick cock strained and begging to be touch.

with a whimper as he pulls himself out, lois grins. “there you go… good boy.” she praises. his cock is hard as a rock, all eight inches thick, the two veins on the side more prominent the harder he is… blood coming rushing to his cock as the angry red tip leaks precum.

“d-don’t do that…” he begs, gritting his teeth as he presses the tip of his cock against the folds of her pussy, so wet that he just slides against it.

she tilts her head, putting a hand down on his base to stabilize him. “what? aren’t you my good boy?” she questions, suppressing her moan as he finally gets lined up with her, pressing into her so he doesn’t lose it. “you are clark, my good boy, my superman.”

he doesn’t take much longer before he grabs her hips and gently (but in a way that lois can tell he needs it) pushing her down on his cock. she moans loudly, head thrown back as all eight inches get slid into her with no real effort, her walls forcing themselves to open. her abdomen feels full, clark swears he can see the outline of his cock through her abdomen even without his x-ray vision… which is really eating at him. he wants to use it. real bad.

“lois…” he whispers, voice hushed as his cheeks become flushed once more, his cock twitching inside of her as her warmth envelopes him. “sweet girl… this pussy squeezing me… shit.”

she leans her head forward, putting her forehead on his as her hands go to his shoulders, touching the broad muscles as she feels his hands on her naked hips.

without needing his whispers of ‘please’, she begins to rock her hips, sighing heavily with each rock of her own hips. “clark… clark… fuck…” her hot breath hit his lips, seeing his bottom lip twitch a little at her hot breath hit it.

clark leans his head back when she begins to rock, the back of his head on the back cushion of the couch as his fingers tighten around her hips. it feels so damn good, too good. he moans with each thrust, low and steady, feeling her hips move with each delicious rut of her hips.

“you like that, baby?” he asks, keeping his right hand on her hip while the left reaches back behind his head, straightening out his back as his lips stayed curled in the grin its at. “keep riding me like that, baby… gosh you’re a damn sight to be seen…”

she glared at him as her forehead presses against his temple, his left set of fingers pushing back her hair behind her ear to see her eyes. “don’t get, a-ah!, sappy on me, clark…”

“hmmm…” he thinks for a second before shaking his head, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips. “can’t do that lois.”

she groans in frustration as she figures out the only way to shut his mouth while simultaneously keeping it open… ride him faster. so that’s what she does. with a buckling of her hips, she rides him faster, rolling her hips with no effort as her pussy clenched around him.

that shut him up damn good as the only things that left his mouth? moans and whimpers of her name.

“there.” she mutters against his lips before slipping her tongue into his mouth that’s already full of moans. “that will… sh-shut you up.” she grumbled in between kisses, feeling his tongue press against hers.

he does in fact shut up, whimpering against her lips as she mixes the rutting of her hips with a light bounce, his leg muscles straining as his eyes roll back at her bounces on his cock.

that’s a good reaction.

“you like that?” she questions, turning his own question against him, snaking her right hand around his thick neck. everything about him is huge, from his shoulders to his cock to his fingers. “you like me bouncing on your dick, clark?”

he nods, placing open mouth kisses on her jaw. “hell yes… keep doing that.” he encourages, right hand going down to her ass and grabbing a handful of it.

he’s so damn possessive, she loves it.

clark can feel his balls tighten as her bounces increase in pace, taking all of his eight inches up and down rather than only going up a little. he groans as her fingers squeeze around his throat— or the best her fingers could.

lois runs her left fingers through his curls, kissing him again and again, silencing his moans into her mouth as the sounds of the outside get muddled by not only their moans but the wet slaps of his cock thrusting in and out of her sobbing pussy.

his fingers make markings on her ass, reddening her cheek as he lets her have her way. “my pretty lady…” he whispers, kissing her cheek as she presses her forehead on the side of his skull. “bouncing on my dick.” fuck, when he does curse, it’s hot as hell. “knowing damn well what she wants… so good… feel how deep I’m in ‘ya.”

his tip kisses her cervix as he hits her deeper and deeper, the faint outline of his cock appearing more prominent in different angles.

“clark, you’re close?” she asks, face hot as she gets closer herself. her nails dig into the back of his neck, thumb rubbing up and down his adam’s apple as her other nails dig into his shoulder. “please… ‘gotta cum… ‘m so close…”

he nods encouragingly, thumb rubbing up and down her cheek. “do it baby… I’ll be right behind you… cum all over me, lois.” he says, soft and yet, it feels like a command.

she doesn’t need to be told twice. at all.

with one last guttural moan, her pussy clenches and she falls over her high, hitting her orgasm like a freight train.

clark’s fingers on her ass feel ten times better as her veins are pumped with pleasure, muscles straining and her mouth agape. her forehead presses into his skull— anyone else? it would hurt, but with clark? he can barley feel it.

her nails dig deep into his shoulder, nearly drawing blood from the back of his neck, temporarily stopping her bounces but her hips roll involuntarily due to her orgasm hitting so high and so deliciously. he can’t help but look at her in awe, smiling so brightly in the dark apartment.

“clark… clark…” she whimpers, pussy fluttering from overstimulation, her nails loosening in the fabric of the superman suit. her reddening pussy can barley hold on anymore, it’s maddening.

he nods, feeling her rock back and fourth to try to soothe herself, whimpering. “so good baby.” he coos, sighing as he sees her cum paint his cock white. “don’t worry, ‘m right behind you.”

and he wasn’t lying. his toes curl in his boots as he hits her own high. with a loud groan of her name, his cock twitches before he goes over his edge, his right set of fingers not leaving her ass but his left hand goes down to her ribs, holding her side gently.

his balls squeeze as he pumps strands and strands of his cum directly into her womb. she mindlessly whispers his name, feeling her abdomen heat up.

her walls are painted white, the sheer force of his semen is taking her breath away. what it feels like forever, his balls fully empty and she can feel him still inside her, their sweaty bodies— the dampening of the superman suit fabric sticking to lois’ bare legs.

the silence is full with groans and breathless sighs. the air is full of sex, superman’s musk and the lingering odor of lois’ perfume.

he finally feels her fingers lighten up around his neck, face to face with her again.

“hey, pretty baby.” he whispers, as if she wasn’t bouncing on his dick a few moments before.

a cock-drunken smile on her face as she runs a hand through her hair, the fabric relaxing back into position with her nails being discarded from his suit. “hey… you look good when you cum…”

he shrugs, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips, so simple. “not as beautiful as you.”

lois blushes, but she doesn’t think of it too much. she looks down at the superman logo before looking back up at him… her voice is quiet, soft, and yet confident.

“return to me, clark?”

“I’ll find a way, lois.”

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they’re so delicious, I love them so fucking much :( this was slightly inspired by a post I saw on twt where someone posted a gif of the lois image and they asked ‘what would you do if this appeared in your home’ and someone said ‘not turn myself into the doj that’s for damn sure’ and knew I had to make something for that scene. and they both sexy as shit in that scene!

more clois, nightwing, johnny storm, and new bruce wayne content coming soon!!

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit sexual content. rough sex. quickies. unprotected sex. hair pulling (dick! receiving). big dick! dick grayson. cockdrunk! reader. dick’s nightwing costume is a two piece for easier access. dick loves his favorite girl.

[ 12:32 a.m. ] you: can you come over?

[ 12:36 a.m. ] dick: baby, I really wish I could. but i’m on patrol and the big man will kill me if I leave again

[ 12:38 a.m. ] you: please? my pussy misses you

that’s all dick needs to leave patrol.

it was really that easy to get him worked up.

sure, bruce will be on his ass for leaving his patrol early, for leaving his station and possibly risking lives in the process but he’ll return to it— he promises it to himself. it will only be twenty minutes; five minutes to your place, ten to fuck, five to get back, easy and out. but a quickie with you? that he will never ever lose.

he runs and moves across the gotham’s rooftops like a man on a mission, not hearing any danger as he passes businesses and homes.

you were in your apartment, wearing nothing but one of your old shirts that definitely shouldn’t be worn out in public due to the desaturation of the original color because you washed it so much and just how oversized it was, rips on the sleeves and on the rib parts, and a pair of underwear. the same underwear dick just loves so much, the black fabric looks delicious on your skin. you knew this and dick knew this.

it took minutes from the moment you texted dick for him to show up on your apartment’s fire escape, his escrima sticks visible over his shoulders, his suit fitting perfectly on his body as the blue nightwing symbol shined beautifully in the midnight light.

a smile flashes across your face. fucking finally he shows up. you walk over to the window, using both of your hands to slide it up and allow the cold gotham wind to push into your apartment.

“took you long enough, bird boy.” you say as he steps into your apartment, easily standing above you as your hands slide down on the window to close it, his fingers finishing to lock it.

he hums, taking off his domino mask and putting it on the windowsill. “oh c’mon, five minutes wasn’t even that long!” he tries to defend himself, eyebrows furrowing as you walk away from him and he gets a single glimpse of that ass of yours in those underwear.

“well five minutes is too long for my pussy to handle apparently.” you shoot back, the back of your shirt riding up a little to show the waistband of the underwear and to reveal the lower of your back that you know he loves to press on, either when he’s walking with you through crowds or when you’re in doggy style.

you’re trying to kill him, at least he believes. “baby…” he murmurs, his voice so faint he couldn’t believe it but you heard it. of course you heard it.

your head looks behind your left shoulder, watching how his mouth hangs open a little, the material of his gloves squish together as he balls his fists, how the breath in his throat catches. you stand by the couch, hands on your hips. “dick, it’s just underwear.” you tease.

jesus. “baby, it ain’t just underwear.” he says, his boots shuffling against your apartment floor, his steps echoing through the space. “it’s the same underwear you know I like… you’re wearing it knowing what it gets out of me… like you’re teasing me about it…”

you pretend to think for a second, biting on your thumb as you look up at the roof. “if the shoe fits, handsome.” you simply put, a smirk on your face.

dick’s breath hitch, and his hands go to his belt, gripping them to soothe himself before he goes over the edge… and you certainly don’t help him at all.

“I only have ten minutes, love.” he murmurs.

you put your thumbs into the underwear you’re wearing, pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor. “well you better get on it, dick.”

it didn’t take moments for dick to walk across the room. his hands bracket against your hips and he presses his lips down onto yours, his lips warm against yours. you murmur against his lips, lifting your arms and wrapping them around his neck.

dick wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up, your underwear staying on the floor as he carried you over to your couch. he can so easily pick you up, it’s intoxicating, the fabric of his suit rubbing up against your bare skin as his lips continues to kiss yours, tongues touching as his tongue licks across your bottom teeth.

you grin against his lips before your lips kiss his again, he’s desperate and you can tell, it’s delicious. as you touch his armor. you hate how you can’t feel his skin, but you knew this was only a quickie. your back hits the couch, your fingers tangling in his black hair as his lips move down from your lips, a line of spit keeping you two attached. his tongue licked up the line of spit, swallowing it down his throat as he places kisses on your jaw.

“god damn it, baby… you’re irresistible y’know… you make me feel fucking insane.” he groans, grabbing your legs by your ankles and throwing them onto his armored shoulder pads.

you moan as your legs automatically spread due to your legs being on his shoulders, your hands mindlessly moving your shirt up a little. like you know what he wants to see. “c’mon dick… put your dick in me…” you beg.

after dick moved your legs onto his shoulders and he heard your moan? he didn’t want to waste more time. he shoved off his gloves and threw them onto the coffee table where his escrima sticks also sat. boots were shoving themselves into the couch, knees dug deep as he stuffs his hands down his

“f-fuck…” you whimper out, his thick cock stretching your walls out with such ease. it helps that he’s done it so many times before.

he grinned at watching you react to each inch being pushed into your pussy. he groans as you greedily suck him in. his right hand goes to the back of the couch, holding himself up as his left hand goes down to your abdomen, brushing up and down on your skin. “look at that… taking me so damn good, such a greedy girl.” he groans.

your legs lock around his waist, heels digging into the back of his thick thighs as he’s buried at the hilt, out of breath. “d-dick…”

“yeah baby? that’s what you got in ya.” he chuckles, his tip kissing against your g-spot. he’s breathless as you clamp around him again, nails digging into the back of your couch.

“fuck you.” you mutter as you rock against his cock, wanting more of the delicious friction you’ve been chasing since you texted him. “please dick… fuck me.”

with a smile, he pulls out, you whimper but you don’t need to wait long before he thrusts back in, forcing your walls to open up as he thrusts into you. moving his left hand to grip the couch cushions under you, his hips slowly begin to revolve, in and out.

his thrusts were long, deep— it was unfair to your pussy. each thrust knocked the breath out of you, making your eyes roll back. your hands shoot up to the back of his hair, thumbs on his cheeks and the other four fingers in his black hair.

“d-dick! fuc- fuck!” you moan out loudly, your moans filling up the apartment alongside the wet sounds of his cock and your pussy. his balls slap against your cunt with each long thrust.

he leans down, pressing a kiss on your lips. you felt it but feeling his cock, you couldn’t kiss him back. “look at you, pretty girl…” he mutters, pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth, it’s sweet compared to the filthy rutting of his hips. “so cockdrunk already, it’s unbelievable.”

you shake your head. “…’m not cockdrunk, ‘m not.” you try to argue, curling your toes with each thrust. but you can’t even form a sentence.

“it’s adorable, you can’t even say full sentences.” he coos, beginning to ram his hips faster, your walls barely being able to clench around him anymore. “you’re so cockdrunk, baby, just admit it. it’s alright to be cockdrunk, it means I’m doing my job properly.” he murmurs.

your fingers pull dick’s hair as you find yourself closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm. he can tell you’re on the edge just by the way your thighs shake around his hips, the way your heels dug into his ass.

the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix as he straightens out his back, looking to his right and grabbing your right leg, lifting it and putting it on his shoulder, kissing your right ankle. he moves his right hand down, bringing his fingers around your calf. you whimper as he kisses your ankle again.

“such a gorgeous body.” he murmurs, his hips never sputtering. “if bruce wasn’t on my ass about leaving patrol early, trust me baby, I’d be in this pussy all night.”

you groan at his words, tears beginning to prick from your eyes as you find yourself pushing closer to the edge. you can’t hold it for much longer. “fuckkkkk, dick! dick! please, I’m gonna cum.” you beg for him, he sees your toes curl with each thrust. one leg on his shoulder, the other on his hip.

he tilts his head. “you’re going to cum?” he questions, acting as if he didn’t hear you beg literally seconds ago.

you nod quickly, bringing your right hand down to your clit and rubbing tight circles in your folds as your back arches. both your hand and dick’s cock is so quick to make you cum, and he doesn’t even try to stop you from cumming, he just wants to make sure he makes you cum.

“sweetheart… don’t do that…” dick brings his right hand down, laying on top of your hand to rub circles on your pussy, going faster than your hand. “there you go… let me make you cum, drench my shit, baby.”

you didn’t need to be told twice. with one more shout of his name and a creak on the couch, dick is able to make you cum. your eyes roll back, toes curled harshly as your puffy pussy convulse around his cock, clamping down. he groans at feeling your pussy all over you, his eyes watching you like a damn hawk.

your vision comes back to you, slowly but surely as you feel your overstimulation hit you harder. your hand not moving on your clit anymore as your toes uncurl, fingers relaxing in dick’s hair.

when he feels your hand go limp against your pussy, he takes his hand off it. he lifts his hand and pushes a few strands back off your forehead, taking in your gorgeous face, high off of an orgasm.

you’re still catching your breath, pussy overstimulated as your left leg unlock against his hip and lazily slipping onto the couch, your right leg following. your fingers stay in his messy hair. “d-dick…”

“shhh, it’s alright sweetheart, I’m right behind you.” he leans down, and with a few more thrusts, he reaches his own peak. he groans out your name as his cock strains, beginning to shoot hot, thick ropes of cum straight into your womb. your back arches as soon as you feel the warmth enter your system, fingers pulling at his hair, feeling the fabric of his suit burn against your thighs.

he empties his balls, sighing heavily. his cock strained in overstimulation. he looks at you as you look at him, a cockdrunken smile spreading across your face as you lean up, pressing a kiss on his jaw.

“you think you made it to ten minutes?” you ask him, cheeks flushed due to not only the newly addition to his sticky semen in your pussy but also his body weight on you.

he shrugs, pressing a kiss onto your cheek as he gently moves his hips, pushing out of you and feeling his limp dick hang loose. “I think I made it work.”

you giggle, letting go of his hair as he leans up on his knees, stuffing his cock back into his suit, not caring about the mess. he grabs a napkin off of your coffee table and presses it against your sensitive skin. you hiss but you let him clean off your thighs from his cum that’s trickling out of you.

a frown appears on your face as you know he’ll have to go. “will you be back?”

“of course!” he says, putting the napkin on the table as he grabs his gloves, sliding them back on and sliding his escrima sticks back onto his back. “I’d never leave my baby alone for one night…”

you smile at him, watching him shove his boots back on. you try to stand up, but your legs? don’t let you. “good… because my bed is empty… too often.”

he glared at you with those words. you’re trying to drag him back in, ignore patrol and spend all night with him… and if bruce didn’t give him a verbal threat two weeks ago last time you dragged him into the bedroom during patrol and he didn’t go back? he’d be in your sheets by now.

he walks over to the windowsill and grabs his domino mask, putting it back on as his fingers slide up the window and prepares to jump out and go back on patrol… but then you call out to him.

“no goodbye kiss?” you ask, putting your chin on your hand which is on the back of the couch.

dick looks up at the roof, a smile spreading across his face as he quickly walks back to you. he puts one hand on the couch as he leans down, pressing a kiss onto your lips.

you smile against his lips. he tasted so nice. so damn good.

“that better, baby?” he asks, pulling back.

you nod. “go get ‘em, handsome.” you encourage, smacking the symbol on his chest.

he walks backwards as he lifts his right hand, saluting you. “yes, ma’am.” he says with a faux soldier tone.

you giggle and before you knew it, he shut the apartment window and went back on patrol. he’d return, you knew he would and your pussy can wait.

meow. he’s so delicious, I want to get him pregnant, and I want him to get me pregnant. okay, back to our regular clois smut!

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i’m having some thoughts… in any universe, clark and lois would work, so if we do some mixing and matching…

absolute superman’s kal-el x 2025 superman’s lois lane

✦ the older woman (28-29) x younger guy trope (19-20)

✦ crash out x crash out

✦ journalist girlfriend who has to hide her superhero boyfriend

✦ lois having to teach kal-el how to be human and love humanity all while hating humanity herself

✦ kal-el who falls in love with her all while falling in love with humanity

reason? they both hot as fuck. and I firmly believe both absolute superman and james gunn’s superman are two of the best superman properties in recent years, so why not pair them together? kind of liking pairing smallville! lois with david corenswet! superman just because. besides, their dynamic would be fun too.

and besides, clark and lois are canonically soulmates. they’re universal, they’ll always find each other, so why not pair every possible universe’s clois with each other?

is it really a crackpair if it’s the same people just from different universes? 😶‍🌫️😵‍💫

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: making out. suggestive content. a lot of flirting. clark’s secret glasses kink. inspired by the new bts video

the smell of garlic, butter, and marinara sauce filled lois’ kitchen.

warm, homey, and comfortable, something that was rare on a regular tuesday night, but clark kent made it possible. clark stood at the stove, stirring the pot of pasta as it cooked, he somehow made it unfairly attractive in lois’ eyes. his sleeves rolled up to the forearms, hair curled and shoulders covered by the white button up he still had on from work.

lois has been leaning against the counter behind him, chopping onions and parsley on the cutting board, taking sips from her coffee. they occasionally stole kisses from each other, lois mainly from clark’s jaw and clark mainly from lois’ neck.

he blushed like a mad man every time her lips found his jaw, his fingers tightening the wooden spoon as he kept himself in control… but he wouldn’t mind pulling her into his arms and bending her over the counter as soon as she implies it.

another kiss— longer this time and it’s not on his jaw… it’s on his lips.

she pushed his chin towards her, pulling him away from the pasta as she kisses him, her lips soft against his. her fingers curled against his jaw, her other hand brushing against the warm skin of his bicep. she can hear his breath hitch just slightly, the subtle flex in his forearm as he steadied the spoon.

they’ve been dating for four months and he still blushed and his breath still hitches when she kisses him.

“you keep doing this…” clark murmurs against her lips, voice soft but it’s still able to make her pussy flutter. “and this pasta’s never gonna get cooked…”

she grins. “mm, maybe that’s the point, clark…” lois whispers, leaning in and kissing him again. she kisses him so they linger, so he yearns for her lips every minute of every day— and that she succeeds in. he switches the spoon to his left hand and cups the back of her neck with his right, brushing his fingers into the back of her black hair.

she pulls away, she can hear his sounds of disappointment as he leans in to kiss her face, kissing her cheek and temple. “come back…” he whispers.

he’s so adorable when he needs her this bad. in one swift motion, she reached up with her right hand, sliding his glasses right off of his face.

clark froze, his jaw straining.

“lois…” his voice is a low warning tone, like he wasn’t sure if he should be amused or preparing to gently scold her.

with a grin on her face like she’s a cat who just got her prey, lois slipped the glasses onto her own face. surprisingly, they fit her face almost beautifully. they’re big, but they fit her frame. she pushes them to the middle of her nose, leaning it back against the counter with her head tilted.

fuck. she looks sexy. he doesn’t even want to think about the nasty thoughts that immediately appear in his mind…

clark’s lips twitch, immediately smiling but he folds his arms, eyebrows furrow. “you think you’re funny?” he questions. the blush on his cheeks is not sly at all.

“oh, I know I’m funny.” she giggles, adjusting the glasses in mock seriousness, narrowing her eyes as her hands went to his chest. “how do I look? you’re giving me that look?”

he set the spoon down slowly, putting it on the counter and turning off the stove to allow the pasta to rest. he shrugs, putting his right hand on the counter, his left hand brushing a few of her strands back. “you want me to be honest?” he asks carefully, his voice dropping a little lower.

she cocks an eyebrow, lowering her right hand to play with his belt, not exactly taking it off but touching the leather, seeing how his adam apple bobs as she touches near his crotch. “tell me, handsome…”

“you in my glasses…” he begins, sighing as he leans in again, kissing her lips lazily as he feels the frame of the glasses cold against his own face. “making me so close to bending you over that damn couch…” he whispers against her lips.

clark’s fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her head back enough to just expose her neck to him. he presses his lips against her neck, first kissing then sucking on it occasionally, trailing heat over her sensitive skin. she shivered, arching into him.

“clark,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with desire but she had a smile on her face. “you’re impossible to resist…” she groans.

clark shakes his head, leaning back as his eyes look at her with that lust in his eyes. “baby… you’re impossible… in these damn glasses… my glasses, it’s like you want to kill me sometimes.” he says against her jaw.

her hands roamed over his chest, beginning to unbutton the top buttons and slipping her hands into the shirt. he shivers the moment her palm hits his bare chest. “it’s just glasses, clark.” she teases, moving her head and nipping at his jaw.

he grunts as her teeth nip at his jaw, shaking his head, looking at her with furrowed brows again. “it’s not just glasses, lois… it’s my glasses, on my gorgeous girl… on my sexy, pulitzer worthy reporter girl…” he whispers, praise falling out of his mouth so damn easily.

she whimpers at his words, hands shaking as they touch his chest. “clark… you one horny bastard.” she groans, moving her lips to his lips, melting his in a kiss, her tongue slipping into his mouth as his glasses on her face brush upwards. clark’s right hand goes down to her lower back, pressing her body against his.

the stove was forgotten a long while ago.

he breaks the deeper kiss, his eyes half lidded. “you.” he whispers, kissing her again, in a quick soft press of the lips. “in my glasses.” another kiss. “mouth full of my dick.” another short kiss. “riding me with those on and nothing else.” he whispers before kissing her again. his hands slip down to her work pants, unbuttoning them and slipping his hand into her pants and past her panties.

she’s breathless as he kisses her over and over again, breath catching with every kiss. her eyes close by the last kiss, her right hand moving from under his shirt to the back of his head.

he could hear her heart quicken when he sticks his hand her panties, her cheeks flushed. “keep your eyes on me.” he begs. “let me see those beautiful eyes behind my glasses…” he groans.

her laugh is low but she listens to him, looking at him. “what is it with these glasses that make you go crazy, kent?” she questions.

“again, lois, it’s not just a pair of glasses, it’s my glasses. that you stole from me.” he chuckles, pressing another kiss.

he’s truly addicted to her lips.

lois grins, pushing a few of his strands out from the front of his face as she tilts her head. she looks at the pasta dinner on the stove before looking at him.

clark raised an eyebrow. “what?” he asks. “you’re giving me a look, miss lane…”

“you want to take this to the couch?” she suggests, her tone light. she frowns as she sees his eyebrows furrow, as if he’s deciding whether to accept her, but she adds. “I’ll keep the glasses on, clark…” she insinuated. “I promise.”

and with that? he didn’t take more than a second to pick her up and lead her out of the kitchen.

dinner can wait.

a short little blurb inspired by the new bts footage, and the deleted scene of lois stealing clark’s glasses because meow, theyre so hot 🤪 definitely gonna make this a longer version on my ao3 later

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 2025! david! clark kent x 2025! rachel! lois lane

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when working on the kent farm, clark is supposed to be doing the farm work pa kent told him to do… but seeing lois looking like a damn model in jean shorts and a piece of hay in her mouth? he can’t help himself… cue him bending her over a brick of hay bale in the barn!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 17+ CONTENT, rough sex, service top! clark kent, praise kink, dirty talk, size difference, big dick! clark kent, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, lois looks like a goddess in clark’s eyes as per usual!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: grrrrr, I love them so fucking much, u can clearly see with how much I post about them. clark is just so hot and he loves lois so much, it’s insane. also, never wrote rough! clark, so hope u enjoy!

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the sun was high and blinding, sun rays slowly pushing down as the sun slowly went though it’s cycle. clark pushed the heavy lawnmower across the last strip of grass, keeping sure that the grass isn’t infested. he could’ve used his heat vision, but that would’ve ruined the ground from the inner grass… so he can’t cheat it. his shirt was already discarded on the back porch, the flannel slung lazily on the left banister arm.

lois was watching him from the barn doorway, her arms folded. she made sure she was doing his job. her sunglasses dragging down her nose to show her piercing eyes as clark easily pushed the lawnmower, getting to the last row of grass.

she looked like she belonged in a western edition pin-up magazine.

“kind of surprised you’re actually doing yard work!” she called out to him, chewing on the end piece of hay that was rested between her teeth.

clark looked at her— his cock definitely ached as he lays his eyes on her… sweat dripping down his stomach, defining his abs in the sunset. “why does that surprise you, hun?”

“not so sure, farm boy.” she shrugs, her eyes not being shy about drifting down to his abs before looking back at him. “thought you would’ve cheated it like you’ve cheated your superman interviews, mr. interview yourself.”

he smiles, putting his hand on his hip as his lips curled up. “I am not a cheater… and besides, ma would’ve killed me anyway…”

she laughs at him, rubbing her bicep with her hand. “you are such a good boy, ain’t you?” she questions, the hay strand in her mouth blowing softly with the wind.

“am i?” clark arched an eyebrow at her words, smelling the gasoline in the lawnmower as the power tool cooled down.

lois didn’t quite answer, not with words exactly, only spitting the piece of hay out of her mouth onto the ground as she stepped back. she walks backwards into the barn and let the shadows swallow her, as if she was inviting him into the barn.

clark stood there a second too long but he didn’t need words for his answer. he clicked the ‘off’ switch on the lawnmower, hearing it die down as he let it sit, beginning to walk over to the barn.

the farm fell quiet, with the occasional breeze of the crops and the chirps of birds as dust swirled lazily on the barn’s wood roof, and soon, he joined her inside the barn, which wasn’t too far from the house but still a good chunk of distance.

the barn smelt like sweet hay, sun warmed wood, and dog shit (from krypto and random dogs that roam the farm's ground), but the shit was only a hint of it… the rest of it smelt like crops and ash. when he looks at lois, she’s already halfway up the loft ladder.

he rubbed the back of his neck as he takes a few steps forward. “lois…” he warns gently. don’t fall, he wants to say… acting like he won’t catch her.

“you coming up, smallville?” she questions, already at the last two planks of the ladder.

she wore nothing but a pair of jean shorts, riding high up on her thighs and a shirt that was rolled up in the sleeves and tied in the front, her thighs flexed as she climbed and the muscles in her bicep tightened. she’s so sexy, clark nearly choked on his own breath…

but he never says no to her and begins to climb.

by the time he gets onto the second story of the barn, lois was already sitting on one of the bricks of hay bale. her arms draped behind her, holding her up with her legs crossed… she looked like every bit of his former teenage dreams that he had no clue how to touch.

but now he certainly knew how to touch her.

lois tilted her head at him as he walks towards her. “and I thought farm boys had more stamina than that!” she questions, her eyebrows furrowing.

“you’re going to kill me, lois.” he murmurs quietly, crossing his arms.

“doubt it.” she smiles; wicked and knowing the affect she had on the superhuman in nothing but jeans…

he crosses the loft floor in three quick strides. taking in the sight of her, he can tell the wicked smile and gleam in her eye that tells him all he needs to know… and the fact that she knows exactly the effect she’s having on him currently, feeling weak in his knees.

she reaches her right hand and hooks her fingers through his belt loops, yanking him closer until he’s practically in between her legs.

“you have no idea what you do to me, do you, baby?” he questions, letting himself get pushed closer to her, bending his knees slightly.

she loves the way his jeans cling to his muscular legs, the way sweat drips down his abs and muscles tensing, flexing every muscle from his biceps to his forearms to his v-line. “I have an idea… but you could always remind me, clark…”

and clark — with all of his patience and restraint up built that moment? snapped.

her thighs were open, and he took the chance to slot himself in between them, cupping her jaw and kissing her deeply as he finds himself falling to his knees. his palms were rough and callous from the lawn mower he was once using, his right hand holding her jaw and his left hand going down to her lower back. with him on his knees, lois wraps her arms around his head and brought him even closer, wanting him up close and personal.

“my god…” he groans, his right hand going to her black hair and shuffling through the strands. their tongues touch, clark can hear both lois’ heartbeat quicken as well as her soft groans. “you’re a damn beauty y’know?”

lois chuckles lowly against his lips, feeling his words vibrate against her mouth as his lips move down her neck.

his hands push her down on the hay, the weeds scratching against her back as she holds herself up by her forearms, her legs remaining open. he stops kissing her neck, pulling back a little as his fingers undo the tie that keeps her shirt up and pushing the material right over her ribs.

“laying here… sprawled on this hay bale… looking like a model outta one of my teenage magazines.” he growls, leaning down and pressing wet kisses down her stomach.

“oh my god… clark—” she begins, panting as her stomach becomes wet because of his lips, feeling his fingers begin to work open her shorts.

he shakes his head. “you’re asking me to ruin you, don’t you? all golden and flushed on this damn thing.” he cuts her off, tapping the right side of her hip to make her lift up a little. “lift ‘em.”

with a smile, she picks herself up only by an inch, allowing him to pull off her shorts and underwear in one go, dragging them down in a fluid motion, baring her legs to the humid air. now the hay brushing against her ass. “you’ve ever fucked a girl in this barn?”

“nah. never brought a girl over here.” he says, throwing the shorts over his shoulder onto the floor planks of the barn, his right hand on her thigh and bringing it on his shoulder as the left hand holds onto her right forearm. “touched myself to the thought of it though…” he admits.

she lifts an eyebrow, trying to hide how her breath hitches at the air hitting her wet folds, seeing him lean in. “oh yeah? thought about bending a girl over every part of this barn?”

“yeah…” he groans. “especially now, with you in my life… thought ‘bout your pussy, your body and your ass bouncing against my dick…” he admits again, so damn shameless about it.

he fills the space between his face and her cunt, sticking out his tongue and laying it flat in lois’ folds. she’s so wet on his tongue, he has to hold himself back.

the first swipe of his tongue made lois arch off the hay bale.

clark groans against her cunt, his right hand forcing her thigh to remain open. his nose is buried against her pussy as his tongue flicks up and down, his jaw working.

“oh, fuck! clark! m-more… ah…” lois rasps out, her black hair sprawled on the hay as his tongue continues on her swollen pussy. his tongue never falters as the wet sounds of his mouth with her wet pussy fill the barn, the soft sounds of crops brushing against one another the only other sound around.

“love your pussy, lois… taste so good f’me… so lucky…” he mutters, licking faster and flicking his tongue on her vulva as her hips buck, desperately grinding against his face, and he can only grin, gripping the haybale under her with a tight fist. “oh yeah, grind against m’face baby…”

lois can only nod, gripping his hair even more and biting down on her lip as her hips keep grinding up and down his face, her pussy clenching around nothing as he somehow went faster… but asking superman how he’s able to go fast with super speed is a redundant question. his tongue is able to extract all of her wetness and pass it to his mouth, her moans breaking the small silence of traffic outside. “oh, keep eating it- shit, clark- so good!”

tight sucks of his mouth, firm strokes of his tongue, everything is fast to make her go over the edge. every time she bucked against his mouth, he went faster. every time she whimpers, he groans.

“you’re an angel, y’know?” he whispers, blowing softly onto her folds. “like a pin up gal, just for me…” he mutters.

she was moaning loudly, her nails dug deep into his black, sweaty curls as her body trembles due to his tongue, just the speed alone is able to make her cum…

then, he slips in two of his thick fingers inside her pussy, his middle and his ring fingers. just to make sure she really finishes.

she almost came apart right there and then. she yanks at his hair, her eyes rolling back as her heel dig into the back of his shoulder. “clark—!”

“got you, baby.” he whispers, voice low as his tongue continues, his fingers pumping in and out, the tips of his fingers hitting her g-spot as both his tongue and lips work in quick fashion. “c’mon, let me feel you fall apart…” he encourages, fingering her with his mouth sucking on her vulva.

the moment he said it? she’s falling over the edge, a strangled moan leaving his mouth, shuddering.

her stomach coils into a tight knot as she cums all over his mouth. her fingers curl into the material under her, back arching off of it as she cries out his name, feeling his tongue continue to work and his fingers curl. her sweet juices drip down his chin, all across his mouth as he licks her clean.

lois huffs, trying her best to catch her breath. “christ, clark… you’re good at this…” she looks down at him as he licks up every drop of her cum, whimpering as he pulls out his fingers.

he licks his fingers clean, tasting her wetness with a grin on his face as he leans up a little. “baby, you’re so damn delicious, how could I not?” he asks.

with a slick left hand, he flips her over onto her stomach, her right cheek pressing against the hay bale and her knees brushes against it as well. she’s bent over it, like how he’s always dreamed about in the wettest of nights.

he opens his jeans with his right hand, leaning closer as he pulls his thick, strained cock out of his pants. his tip is red, precum trickling out of the top as the vein on the right side of it pulsates. he puts his mouth on her shoulder, his sighs hot against her left ear. “need you so badly…” he whispers, grinding against her ass.

“then do it, clark…” she grunts, cheeks flushed as his tip brushes against her folds, feeling him line himself up with her cunt. “don’t wait…”

his breath hitches against her ear, his left hand holding his cock and his right hand holding the edge of the hay bale.

she looks at him, sweat sticking to her like glue. her legs are parted and a smirk on her face. “clark… don’t make me ask again… fuck me, farm boy.”

that broke him and finally, he pushes into her. his cock is thick, and her pussy is forced to stretch open as he bullies his way into her, sliding into her. his tip kisses her cervix, his right hand remaining on the haybale and his left hand gripping her ass.

clark groans lowly as her walls clench around him. “holy shit baby… so tight… need to fuck you more if you’re this tight.” he whimpers, kissing the back of her ear.

“holy fuck…” she whispers, her pussy fluttering as he gives her time to think with his big dick inside her. “I just forget how fucking big your dick is, shit.”

he hissed at that, shaking his head. his cock twitches inside her walls. “oh yeah? you forgot?” he questions, purposely angling himself to kiss her g-spot dead on.

lois nods. “n-not my fault you stretch my pussy five times its original size every time you f-fuck me— god damn…” she trails off, looking at him. he has the glint in his eyes, it’s different than usual. it’s like he’s savoring this (not unusual) but for a different reason. “don’t give me that l-look.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, lois.” he whispers, dragging back before thrusting in, slow and deep, gritting his teeth on how hard it is at first. “you just look so f-fucking dreamy baby… you’ll never know how good of a sight this is for me.”

she sobbed his name as her pussy burns with each stretch, his thick cock dragging in and out.

she doesn’t just have a good idea of why this is so dreamy to him— she has a great idea why. this fucking pervert.

his hips keep his pace steady, his left hand going from her ass to her lower back, leaning down and kissing the back of her neck.

lois stables herself against the hay bale, her moans filling the barn as clark’s slow and defiling pace reckons with her insides, her guts turning with each thrust. he hasn’t even gone fast. her cheek laid flat on the hay, her right hand holding the edge of the bale as her left hand sat idly next to her. “c-clark… fuck, farm boy…” she moans out, feeling his hand on her lower back, keeping her in place.

his hips sputter, but they begin to go faster. not harder, faster, not even using his super speed, he’s gotten that good with her. “never gonna get over you, darling.” he grunts, voice wrecked as his cock wrecks her insides. “never going to stop loving you… never going to stop needing this sweet pussy… from metropolis to smallville.”

“d-don’t say shit like that!” lois moans out, her pussy uselessly clenching around his cock, his speed knocks the breath out of her.

he chuckles, his left thumb rubbing up and down her lower back. “why not, hun? ‘m telling you the truth. I ain’t ever going to lie to you, lois, your pussy is just that good.”

he drags in and out, stretching her walls good enough that he can have free reign inside now that she won’t be clenching around him to stop him. he moves his right hand, placing it softly in her hair as his left hand remains where it was.

his balls slap against her clit, her ass bouncing against his cock. he twirls a strand of her hair around his right pointer finger. he can hear her heartbeat quicken, that’s how he knows she’s close, and he can smell it. “know you’re close, baby… can hear your heart quicken… cum for me, lois, cum all over my cock, cowgirl.” he softly commands.

lois doesn’t even try to argue, she’s just so close that she falls over the edge so fucking easily. she screams his name, bouncing off the wood walls of the red barn. “clark! fuck! clark!” she hides her face in her left arm as clark’s pace refuses to stop his quick pace.

clark grins at seeing her cum, watching her back arch and see her pussy fluttering. “there you go… so good f’me, it’s ridiculous.” he says, almost in awe of her.

his balls tighten as his cock strained. he can feel himself pulling closer and closer to the edge.

her overstimulation hits her hard, her folds becoming puffy as he fucks into her to chase his own high. “a-ah fuck… clark… cum… cum, farm boy.” she whispers, looking at him with half lidded eyes.

clark’s eyebrows furrow, sweat beating down his head as his fingers grip her hair. he looks at her with that look in his eyes again. “inside?” he confirms.

she nods, her right hand lifting behind her to grip the top of his right hand, holding it the best she can.

his heart flutters at her hand. he grunts as his hips quicken up, racing his own high that the strain in his cock is any sign? coming closer and closer. “want me to cum inside you? fill ‘ya full? fuck a baby in this womb in my family’s barn?”

lois mouth is agape, moaning as overstimulation hits her harder now that his pace is uncontrolled and sloppy. “yes clark… cum in me… ‘don’t care, cowboy…”

the petname is all he needs.

he thrusts one more time before pressing his thick tip onto her cervix as he falls over the edge. sweat trickles down his body and his face as he cums deep. white strands shoot into her womb, her abdomen becoming warmer as his balls empty in her.

lois’ eyes roll back as she feels his hot cum shoot inside her. she gasps, clawing at the hay under her, and couldn’t stop her body from going limp — completely undone.

“clark…” she sighs, almost in a dream state. “so good, farm boy…” she praises, her voice broken.

he’s still buried inside of her, leaning in and softly taking his grip off of her, putting both hands on her hips as he pressed a kiss on her temple.

“you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet, now as quiet as the crops brushing and the distant sounds of cars and caws of birds.

lois nods. “absolutely.” she whispers back, leaning up and kissing his lips. “you think your parents will ever know?”

“know what?” he asks with a fake innocent look.

she grins at his ‘innocent’ look. “that we just fucked in their barn.”

he shrugs, grinning down as his cum drips out of her cunt, seeing the white, loose strands of sticky semen even as his cock is stuffed into her. it’s a sight to be seen. “eh, they’ll know now…” he chuckles.

lois chuckles at his insinuation, feeling almost filthy at how messy her pussy is. “you’re one dirty man, clark.”

“you’re the one who makes me a dirty man, lois.” he simply puts, kissing her again on the lips.

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my pussy clenches when I write them, clois is so hot in the 2025 movie. I luv them so much, my babies. might start writing married! clois + jon because why not!

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 2025! david! clark kent x 2025! rachel! lois lane

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after saving clark from the pocket universe, lois keeps an eye on clark as he sleeps and heals. but the first thing clark wants when he sees lois in his bedroom? sex. and lois can never say no to him.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 17+ CONTENT, morning sex, cowgirl position, body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, submissive top! clark, dominant bottom! lois, hand holding during sex, size kink, aftercare, canon differences, lois stays with clark after saving him from the pocket universe.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: again, this is different from the canon because lois doesn’t stay with clark. most likely not the best thing to do is have sex with your himbo hunk boyfriend after saving him from a pocket universe but clark doesn’t care!

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the sun shined brightly through the kent’s small house in the middle of a farm in smallville, casting a bright layer of sunlight on clark’s healing body. lois has never been here, being from metropolis but she’s here for one person… her person.

she doesn’t want to know how close she was to losing clark. she doesn’t want to face that reality. she thought she was going crazy when she couldn’t track clark down. no matter where she tried to look; the daily planet? he wasn’t there. his small apartment? he wasn’t there. nobody spotted him in any city or any countries, lex wasn’t bitching about him. it was utterly silent…

too silent for lois lane’s liking.

staying in the home of a man who she’s barley been dating for 3 months but have been friends with for nearly 6? the kents have some severe trust in lois lane.

with her phone in her hand as jimmy sent her text updates on the lex luthor exposé, from the new reports, to the political moves that the leaders are making, to what lex is spewing now that superman isn’t there to save the day; she can only yawn. barley being able to get sleep in a wood chair isn’t the best thing to do, and her back could definitely use a massage, but that’s just one of many things lois lane wants.

the alarm clock next to clark rang ten am, and she can hear him stir. his soft groans and the sounds of the wood bed creaking as his body moved. it’s a good sign that he’s healed, he’s able to move his body.

lois looks up, not instantly moving because she doesn’t want to startle the boy. she watched with a keen gaze as he comes to his surroundings.

he’s not in the glass crate he was in during his time in the pocket dimension, he wasn’t suffering from kryptonite poisoning anymore, he didn’t feel helpless in a way he couldn’t get out of. he felt the soft plush of the pillows under his head and the soft warmness of the blankets. he didn’t feel the tight, blood covered stains of his suit or his heavy cape… he felt safe, warm, and well kept after.

grabbing onto the bed, he looks over to his left, seeing the bright sun pouring into his childhood bedroom, the crops growing blissfully. his door was closed, but he can hear the soft hums of the ovens and the words of his pa and ma in the kitchen.

but he can sense someone else. he can’t put his finger on it, but he can feel it. it didn’t feel like a parental gaze… it felt deeper.

clark uses his forearms to push himself up. his eyes meet her’s, she’s there. lois is there, sitting in his desk chair.

she stayed. lois stayed for him.

“l-lois?” he whispers, his voice hoarse that she could barley hear him, but his gaze? it’s soft. it’s gentle. it’s disbelief.

she nods. “yeah… ‘m here, clark, no one else.” she says in a quieter tone so his ears don’t get overwhelmed. she doesn’t know if it’s possible but she’s not chancing it.

his left hand lifts up, waving her over. “can you… can you come here…” he asks. “please?” he adds, not wanting to be selfish or commanding first thing in the morning.

lois nods, standing up from the chair. she can hear her knees pop from how long she was in that chair.

clark hears her knees pop, his eyebrows furrowing in worry and desperation. “you okay?” he asks, his tone so worried and so soft. she hates it.

“just fine, clark, it’s just my knees.” she reassured him, walking towards the bed with her arms crossed.

“your knees are important!” he says, acting as if he didn’t say the most obvious thing ever. he’s worried about her, not even himself. he just suffered a near death experience, came very very close to seeing the pearly gates and the only thing he cares about is her. it’s infuriating.

she gets close to him, and his fingertips brush against her thigh. she’s so gorgeous in his eyes, she’s his sun.

“you okay? your body feeling okay?” she asks as she tilts her head at him, keeping her hands to herself (for now) but clark’s hands? definitely aren’t to himself.

he nods. “good. nothing hurts, everything feels fine.” he reassures her, not wanting her to worry. then, a grin spreads across his face that only she knows. “definitely better because you’re here.”

she rolls her eyes. “shut it. quit flirting with me.” she warns him, pointing a finger at him jokingly as her right hand goes on her hip.

“it’s not flirting if it’s true.” he says. his voice is hoarse and definitely has seen better days. yet lois can hear the slyness in it, the warmth, and the lust in a way. she hates that her gut turns whenever he speaks. he’s supposed to be healing.

“you just got nearly suffocated by that kryptonite bullshit you told me about and this is how you act? the first thing you do in the morning?” she questions.

he shrugs, wrapping his weak yet tender left hand on her thigh. the size difference getting to him, even in the state he’s in. “baby, you know that you’re always the first thing I want to do in the morning.”

fuck him. clark and his stupid smile. his stupid curls. his stupid muscles that are showing slightly due to his white shirt.

she smacks his chest, gently and with no actual intention. “can you knock it off.”

“I can knock you up.” he says back quietly, his eyes closing as he gets used to her skin again. being on death’s doorstep really makes him forget how much he could’ve lost.

she puts her head down in defeat. “you are so fucking horny, stop it.” she begs. this feels wrong, to be so horny in this situation, right after seeing her boyfriend in a way she never wants to again… especially the golden boy himself? but clark kent is still clark kent.

lois looks out the window, seeing how beautiful and fruitful the kent’s family crops are growing, trying to stop her eyes from going to clark, but clark himself is not helping, at all.

clark needs her. he doesn’t care that he was given kryptonite on a silver platter and not in a good way. he doesn’t care that lex luthor is trying to ruin superman’s legacy and name. he doesn’t care that he has so much to do… right now? he wants her.

he doesn’t know how close he was to losing her, he doesn’t realize it until he was truly that close… and now? now that she stayed for him, because of him, he just wants her so badly.

lois looks down at him, frowning at seeing his gaze. the gaze he gives her when he’s needy. “clark, we can’t.” she mutters, already knowing what he wants, reading him like a damn book. “not only are we at your home with your parents literally down the hall… but you’re healing… you can’t… I can’t let you.”

clark shakes his head. he looks at her like she’s his safe space. and that’s because she is. he trusts her so much. “please, lois? please?” he begs, his voice quiet, and in a tone that she can’t not give into. “i’m not breakable.”

she sighs, looking down at him with furrowed brows. “you sure? you can handle it? considering you moan pretty loud when we’re alone.” she insinuates, a smirk growing on her lips.

he nods, groaning as he uses his other hand to grab her hip, pushing her towards him. “can handle it… trust me…” he mutters. his thumb rubs against the belt loops of her belt. “we can make it quick… I just want to feel you again, I missed you down there, lois.”

hearing him actually say that he missed her? it does something to her and she gives in. she swats his hand off her jeans so she can take them off. she undoes her belt quickly which follow her jeans, both of them pooling down to the carpet floor. the belt hits the floor first as clark looks at her like he’s seeing her naked for the first time again. he points to her underwear, as if he’s saying to take those off too. she can see his hands shake a little, either out of pure horniness or weakness

“quit looking at me like that.” she says, grabbing her underwear with her thumbs and pulls them down. “you’ve seen me naked like twenty times.” she mutters as she gets her underwear off too, the warm air of the bedroom hitting her folds.

his mouth goes dry, both hands goes to her hips. “shush, you’re a goddess baby…” he says, forcing her to straddle him, her thighs going to each side of his hips. “let me tell ‘ya.”

lois groans as his hands go to her hips, feeling his pajama pants against her palms as she looks at him, gently pushing a hand past the waistband and into his pants. “why are you hard?” she questions, pulling his thick cock out of his pants. she’ll never forget how big he is. “you just got out of that place…” she mutters, hearing his whimper the moment she wraps around his cock.

he shrugs, his tone cracking as she stroked his cock, lining it up with her soaking cunt. “I-I dreamed ‘bout you, baby…” he whispers, his breath hot as he looks at her like she’s his savior— and in some parts, she is. “I-I was stuck in that dimension and I thought I’d never feel y-you again, lois…”

lois leans down, her left hand on his cock and her right hand on his chest. she presses her lips on his, shushing him. he was breathing hard and slid a hand into her hair when she kisses him. her lips feel so good. “you want me to ride you?” she whispers, kissing his jawline meanwhile her hand is putting his thick tip into her folds, groaning against his jaw.

clark nodded, his curls messy and his eyebrows furrowed, his hand rubbing circles on her lower back.

a small smile on her lips, she slowly sinks down onto him, his thick cock stretching her walls. both of them are groaning, brokenly and trying to keep as quiet as possible knowing his parents are awake in the kitchen. it helps that her pussy is wetter than it should be. he’s shaking, his right hand on her lower back and his left hand grabbing her hand, so easily grasping it in his larger, callous palm. “d-damn it, lo… you f-feel so good… ‘miss you… miss this pussy…”

even hearing him curse is so sexy to her, especially his morning voice. the difference in hand sizes gets her. “you have me.” she whispers, knowing he’s balls deep as each inch sits warmly inside her pussy.

“I-I thought I lost you down there… didn’t want to leave you alone, lois, I really didn’t.” he whispers.

she shakes her head. “you didn’t, clark, you’re here. currently balls deep in me, you’re okay, pretty boy.”

clark nearly choked at that.

his fingers curl around her fingers, trembling as soon as she began to rock her hips. her pace was so god damn torturous— it was controlled, tender, so unlike the frantic way they’d usually go at each other when he was at full strength. his fingers squeeze around her fingers, she warmly smiles at the feeling.

“l-lois…” he whispers, her walls clenching around his cock as his tip brushes against her g-spot. sweat dripped down her chest as she continues to rock. “f-faster? ride the h-hell outta me…”

she grins. “faster? handsome, you’re still hurt… fuck, we shouldn’t even be doing this but you’re just too horny.” she mutters, leaning down to kiss his cheek, but she listens to him, going a little faster.

clark’s breath quickened at her pace moving a little faster. “yessss.” he drags out, hips twitching upwards just to chase the slide of her pussy. “d-don’t stop. please, lois…”

she smiles. the sweet, desperation that came from him? god; she was more ruined than him and she’s the one on top.

“look at you.” she coos, grinding down until the tip of his swollen cock pressed against her g-spot, his legs jolting. the grip on her hips tighten. “strongest man alive… my man… begging to cum.”

he holds eye contact, sweat dotting his temples as his jaw clenched. “damn right baby… p-please, let me cum, lois.”

she clenched around him as her hand cups his cheek, grinning as she lets herself loosen up the dominance, furrowing her eyebrows as she gets closer to. “inside?”

clark swears he nods so fast he nearly breaks his neck.

she smiles. “we’ll cum together, alright, clark? ‘m so close…” she warns, rocking even faster as she gets closer.

it doesn’t take them long at all to eventually finish, the bed rocking back and fourth, clark looking at her as if she just hung the moon and lois grinning at him with a cock drunk smile plastered all over her.

his warm cum spurts inside of her, filling her walls and coating them. still, it’s a lot to handle due to the sheer force and pressure the semen produces, and lois swears she sees stars as her orgasm mixed with his, her own semen mixing in with the space between her pussy and his dick… or lack there of, making them stick to each other.

“there you go… good lois… fucks woman, you’re an angel, y’know that right?” clark whispers as his right hand brushed up and down her thigh, his other hand pushing the hair off her sticky forehead as she looks down at him.

the same cock induced smile appears as she falls on top of him, his cock still inside her, still producing cum. he wants to pull out, over a fear of hurting her womb, but lois refuses.

the bedroom begins to reek of sex, sweat, and lingering perfume.

she looks at him as her head rests on his chest. “don’t get sappy with me. you just made me ride you to oblivion right after you nearly died, don’t get sappy now.” she warmly threatens, poking at his chest.

he rolls his eyes, pushing his fingers through her hair. “baby, I hope you know that even if I died, you would’ve been the only person I would have thought of…”

lois glares at him. he’s super sappy when he’s pussy drunk, healing from kryptonite poisoning, and it’s 10 am.

“you’re lucky I love you.” she mutters, kissing his chest.

he smiles. “damn right I am.”

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mama, more submissive top! clark. maybe next one shot will have lois take clark up on his offer of knocking her up instead of knocking it off! and maybe we’ll see feral clark kent because they’re both freaks and both of them I KNOW are dominant asf.

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i don’t know why but the way lois walks up to him, i’m obsessed. idk if it’s the camera work or the way rachel bronsahan walks but it’s so smooth and satisfying. clark is so real for needing to make out with her the moment he sees her.

fuck it the full makeout

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people yearn for breeding kink! johnny storm, thanks for 1K!

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 (j. storm x female! reader) ▄▀▄▀▄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: johnny storm x female! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: johnny doesn’t expect to be so turned on when he sees you be a mother figure towards sue and reed’s kid… but johnny isn’t one to ignore his desires

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 16+ CONTENT, rough sex, suppressed breeding kink? breeding kink, praise kink, vaginal sex, hair pulling (johnny receiving), lots of flirting, usage of ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’, edging, unprotected sex (wrap it!), erection fondling, aftercare, lowercase! intended

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: joseph quinn as johnny storm, I will forever love u. i never particularly liked chris evan’s performance, just never felt like johnny johnny, but so far, quinn seems like he got johnny down 🥹 so excited for fantastic 4! also, if u don’t like the ‘daddy’ kink, don’t read this!

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you were always so grateful that sue and reed trusted you enough around franklin when he was born— if reed and sue could trust johnny, they could trust you.

sue and reed had entrusted you and johnny to take care of the one year old franklin as the super couple went on a date night that was definitely needed and definitely earned. ben was out doing some charity event stuff which made you and johnny stuck on babysitting duties— but neither of you could care; johnny wanted to prove to his sister (and reed) that he is a damn good uncle, and you didn’t mind spending the night with johnny.

the thing about johnny though, is that he always knew what type of man he was; he was the sexy playboy of the group. the hot shot who knew everything and winked at every camera he saw. he saved people, absolutely, but he also did it with a sexy smile on his face and with the playboy aesthetic comes the idea of settling down. seeing you take care of franklin in such a good way, it’s awakening a feeling he’s never had before.

does he want to be a daddy?

it doesn’t seem that bad; you make it seem pretty damn fun.

seeing you take care of franklin gave johnny an unfamiliar yet warm and welcomed feeling in his chest; you looked perfect taking care of the new member of the family, finding his thoughts imagining you with your own kid, from his dna too, parents. it made johnny spiral in all the best ways.

his thoughts were a mile a minute, seeing you with the one year old, acting as a place in mom for the kid. johnny thought of a baby that was both of yours, that was configured by both your guy’s sperm and dna… his own baby, with their own features— fuck. he was supposed to be the womanizer of the group, not this shitty sappy romantic.

his thoughts drifted into the dirtier crevices of his mind… imagining how he’d get you pregnant, how stuffed you’d look, with your beautiful eyes filled with tears as he fucked a baby into you… oh god it seemed too good.

he watches from the baxter building’s kitchen, seeing the slight arch in your back as you sat with franklin. the boy had a thing plushie in his hand, throwing it around and doing whatever one year olds do with things they don’t know anything about but are learning how to be a human being.

the back arch wasn’t even that sexual… it wasn’t… but the way your back was, bent slightly with your ass perched perfectly, it’s an innocent position that johnny’s mind can’t help but make dirty.

he couldn’t stop looking, he couldn’t stop his eyes. it felt perverted, but he couldn’t help it. he blinked, forcing his eyes to advert to the stars as they shined outside, through the curtains of the baxter building. he tried his fucking hardest to not go back to seeing you, back arched slightly with the perfect amount of ass out, and he cursed himself when he felt his pants begin to tighten.

snap out of that johnny— you’re better than this.

his feet quickly move his body, excusing himself and putting on a front that he wasn’t absolutely hard as a rock watching you be a great aunt to franklin. going into the closest bathroom, he leaves the door open but the light off, turning on the faucet and splashing ice cold water onto his face. he needed these thoughts gone, or at least under some semblance of control.

he shook his head, water droplets flying as he tried to calm his nerves. he held onto the sink as his cheeks flushed. why was this thought causing him this much trouble… and the hard cock throbbing in his pants certainly didn’t help. fuck.

“you look like a hot mess, baby.”

your words echo to his head as he turns around, seeing you standing in the doorway of the bathroom, hands on your hips as you stare at your boyfriend. you know exactly what got him worked up, it’s funny really.

johnny looks at you with furrowed brows before turning off the faucet, straightening his back and crossing his arms. “aren’t you supposed to be with frankie, my love? y’know he’ll tear some shit up if you’re not in there.” he asks you, hiding it (not very well) that he just discovered he had a secret kink of you pregnant—

you smile at his words, shrugging lightly as you look at your nails, then back up at the blonde. “franklin’s a little tired. ‘m letting him get his energy out right now before putting him to bed… but looks like he’s already knocking out…” you say as you look at franklin, drool slightly leaving his mouth and landing on the thing’s thick plush fist, he was an adorable baby that’s for damn sure.

“besides, even if he wasn’t tired, it’s not like he’s going to burn the house down… he’s not you.” you joke, pulling johnny out of the dark bathroom by his belt.

chuckling at your words and the way you tease him, johnny steps out the bathroom, trying to hard to not groan at your hand on his belt, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I’m not that reckless!” he tries to defend himself. “only like, half the time, and that’s with reed here!” he puts his chin on your shoulder as you look at him over your shoulder, holding the belt. “besides… you left the kiddo to look for me, you sure has different priorities, princess…”

“shut up, hot shit.” you say, looking at franklin before you turn around to face johnny. “I care about little frankie, ‘cause clearly you sure other priorities than trying to help me take care of your nephew…” you shook back, the same playful grin as you place your left hand on his bulge.

“hey! i’m helping too.” he protested weakly, but the protest died when you touched his shaft through his pants, making him shiver.

“I’m just multitasking, princess...” he adds slyly, a smirk on his stupid face as his hand runs through his blonde hair, making it too sexy for his own good.

“multitasking, huh?” you ask, a smirk growing on your face as you hear his words. you step a bit closer to him, his hand still on his crotch, squeezing his shaft confined in his pants as your other hand moved to his face, stroking his strong jawline.

“hell yeah, multi-tasking baby… taking care of little franklin then imagining you fat with my own…” he says quietly— as if franklin the one year old who still calls sue ‘daddy’ and reed ‘mommy’ could hear his filthy words. it’s the first time he’s admitted the secret kink that’s slowly been harboring in his gut.

his mouth continues; “mmm, you have no clue what you’re doing right now…” he murmurs lowly, his hands beginning to roam your body, sliding up to the top three buttons on your sleep shirt.

“oh I think I’m doing everything you want me to do, johnny…” you say, your voice bordering on sultry. the way he talks about you being pregnant and just imagining his cock ramming into you— it sent a thrill through your body and to your pussy. “you’re such a pervert, y’know?”

he chuckles, unbuttoning the top two buttons of the shirt you’re wearing. “oh but you don’t even know the half of it, darling.” he says back to you, kissing your cheek. the way you’re talking and squeezing his cock is too much for him.

he could throw you against the wall and pound you into the wall and wouldn’t think twice.

but, johnny is able to stop himself, looking at franklin as the sleeping boy nearly falls over as he sleeps on the couch.

you look over your shoulder at the new addition to the richards-storm household, remembering what you were supposed to be doing. you pushed yourself off johnny. “c’mon, I’m going to put frankie in his crib… then we can do what we want…”

johnny pouts at being denied his prize for a bit. but the look at franklin stops him. he grumbles something about blue balls, something you can’t quite hear… but he could never be mad at his little nephew.

you bend over as you pick franklin up, grabbing the thing plushie as well as you walk over to the nursery reed and sue had for franklin, built by johnny, ben, and reed and supervised by sue. you place franklin in the crib, placing the thing plushie right next to the sleeping boy (who takes it back right away) and the boy has no trouble falling back asleep, watching the little rocket ship and solar system toy overhead of the crib slowly hum in circles.

you and johnny look over at the sleeping one year old. he’s already having features of his parents, johnny putting his chin on your shoulder, his hand on his lower back. “I think we make a pretty kickass aunt and uncle duo…”

“we do, don’t we?” you say back to him, placing your hand over johnny’s that sits on your hip, stroking his knuckles lightly. you watch little frankin for a moment, his eyes closed, a tiny smile on his little baby face. johnny swears he melts a little at the sight.

he then asks the question his dick was hard to thinking about; “you think we’d be a good mommy and daddy?”

you smile at his words, it’s rare to see johnny vulnerable, but when he is, he’s open and you appreciate that. your arms wrap themselves around his neck as you think. “I think we’d make good parents… maybe even great.” you say, a grin on your face still as you push a strand of blonde hair out his face.

you look into his big, blue eyes, making sure to not be too close to franklin so the baby can get his beauty sleep. “why do you ask?”

“just thinking, ‘bout how you looked so damn natural, taking care of the little guy.” johnny murmured, holding you just a bit closer to him. he liked this feeling. “and the way you bent over earlier didn’t help.” he added slyly, a smirk on his face as his hands started to slide down to your ass.

you roll your eyes, smacking his chest playfully. “you can’t keep your mind clean, can’t you, johnny?” for a moment you two are silent but with grins and flushed cheeks, you continue however, a low whisper in his ear. “is this your way of asking me to let you get me pregnant, storm?”

“i just want you to be the mother of my kids.” johnny tells you; he says it so casually as his hand groping your ass a bit rougher as he starts backing you out of the nursery. (while keeping his eye on little franklin)

you smile, hearing the soft clicking of the nursery door closing as franklin is put to bed. you bat your eyelashes at the fire-man before tilting your head, pretending to think. “I mean… it doesn’t hurt to try…”

johnny looks at you with a smile, you give him the same look; lust and love as you go into his bedroom…

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“ohhhhh! fuckkkk, johnny!” your moans echo throughout his room as the bed creaked loudly, the headboard pressing against the wall constantly.

johnny had you on your back, your legs on his shoulders with your hands free to do whatever they please, right now they’re pressed on johnny’s chest as he pushed his thick cock into you, his tip kissing your g-spot constantly.

his grunts are so sexy as he angles his hips perfectly. “yeah? that feels good, baby? like how I’m fucking you?” he asks, beads of sweet dropping down his forehead as he pounds into your sweet pussy. he holds your thighs, not leaving any room to even think about it, his pace quick and mean.

you nod with intense enthusiastic. “yes! oh fuck, johnny! feels so- so good.” you moan out, your words breaking as your walls are stretched by his dick. “s-so big, oh fuck…”

he smiles, kissing your right ankle as he drags his dick in and out, he’s leaving no space between his hips and your pussy, not wanting to waste any inches. “yeah? you think my dick’s big? that’s why you can barley take it, pretty girl?”

you grunt, digging your fingernails into his chest as he makes fun of you not being able to take him. you shake your head. “t-taking it pretty fuckin’ good… s-shit!”

he chuckles. “see, told you you’re a smart girl… knowing exactly how to take daddy’s dick.”

oh fuck. that’s when you rip out a sob. it shouldn’t feel so good when he calls himself that… it really shouldn’t but it does.

you can’t respond, your eyes rolling back as he fucks into you harder with the pet name he gave himself. your mouth can only let out his name in broken whimpers and moans. your hands moving up to the back of his head as he leans forward, forcing your legs to bend, your knees pressing into your own breasts.

“cant even respond, can you? just so dumbed down because of my dick.” johnny says, it’s not cruel, just cocky. he knows the effects he has on you

you look at him, one hand going into his blonde locks and the other going to his bicep, digging into both, his blonde strands go in between your fingers. “p-please… ‘m close— so close…” you brokenly whimper.

johnny kisses your ankle again, your walls clenching as he thrusts deeper. “oh yeah? my pretty girl wants to cum all over me?”

you nod your head quickly, too busy whining, moaning and feeling all sorts of ways as his cock pistons into you. the way he looks as he fucks you is too much… you can barely form any coherent words. “please… oh… oh fuck…”

“poor girl, you can’t even form a sentence right now…” he coo’s, rubbing your thighs again as he stops his cock from moving.

your eyes look at him frantically, feeling him stop his cock. you need to finish so bad, you’re right on the edge, your orgasm right on its tail and you need it so fucking bad. almost like it’s going to be ruined if you don’t get it right now.

“j-johnny please… please I need it, ‘m close, so close.” you beg, hating the cocky son of a bitch.

johnny looks at you, tilting his head, almost thinking. you deserve it, but for teasing him earlier? but you did it so good that he couldn’t really blame you. “you want it—“

“please please please, johnny, need it— need it.” your begs cut him off, he didn’t even get to finish his words before you’re already begging him again.

he could never say no to you, truly.

he leans forward, pushing his hips and beginning a deep pace all over again, almost like resuming your tumble towards your orgasm, collecting the pieces right back up again. his thick cock stretches your walls.

his left hand presses on your stomach, feeling himself push in and out while the right hand goes down to your puffy cunt, rubbing it in tight circles and making you go over the edge. “c’mon baby, give it to me, give it to daddy…”

a loud moan leaves your mouth as you successfully go over the edge. your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open, nails dug deep into johnny’s hair and his shoulder, your toes curling as johnny’s name leaves your mouth over and over again, like a religious name.

johnny smirks watching you go over the edge, still moving his hips smoothly to soothe you through your high. “there you go, good girl, knew you were my good girl…”

it feels so damn good, and johnny’s words don’t help.

your eyebrows furrow as your eyes roll back to their normal spot, hazed and on a different cloud than nine. you look johnny in his eyes. “c’mon baby… give it to me… cum in me johnny.”

he looks at her with his eyes glistening, as if you just asked him for the world. “oh, you want me to give you a baby? you want me to stuff this tummy full and give you a little bundle of joy?” he asks, pressing down on your stomach a little. he groaned at the thought, imagining his little fantasy of seeing you get fat with his baby and being the best daddy possible.

you whine at his words, only nodding. “f-fuck yes, johnny, please… ‘need your baby, want it deep inside me, p-please.” you beg, not even having any shame. thinking about johnny baby’s inside you is making you go fucking crazy.

his balls squeezed as his dick twitches at your words. he tries to hold his smirk, but it’s hard when you feel so damn good. “oh yeah… gonna give you a baby, ‘make you a mommy…”

“y-yes, please, make me a mama!” you beg, pulling at his blonde locks. “l-let me make you a daddy.”

he smiles, those are all the words that make him finally break. his head throws back as he grunts one last time, thrusting as deep as he could as his tip itches closer to your womb. he finally breaks, his dick twitching as he empties himself within you.

in a slow but delicious span of ten seconds, you feel your pussy flutter and hot semen shoot into your womb, painting your walls with white.

“oohhhh, johnny… daddy… feels ‘so good.” you whimper out, completely satisfied and fucked stupid. his hot cum just adds to how good it feels.

johnny moves his head back down, his hair a mess from your hand and his back is aching from the nail marks made by your fingers. he has a stupid loopy smile on his face as he finds solace in your now cum-filled pussy.

he leans back, letting your legs drop back to the bed as he leans down, bringing his lips to your cheek. “so good for me, baby.” he mutters before looking at you, your lips, then back at you. “thank you… ‘not just for this pussy… for you.”

you smile back, cupping his jaw as you kiss his lips. it’s a soft one, it’s full of love and softness. “and thank you for being… you… my johnny, my boyfriend…”

he shakes his head. “don’t sell yourself short, sexy… if we keep this going, my ring finger might become yours.”

“oh baby, you’re just the best, aren’t you?” you chuckle at his insinuation, ruffling his hair and kissing his lips again…

and when the pregnancy test would come back negative in the next two weeks, it didn’t deter the younger storm sibling; in fact it gave johnny even more reasons to get you naked.

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johnny boy, oh johnny boy. I love him. next johnny smut will be more asshole! johnny because as much as I love making this bastard a perverted romantic, he’s so hot when he’s an asshole! hope u enjoyed!

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reading clark kent x reader fics and the moment the author tries to use lois mf lane as a reason to make the reader jealous or start shit between the reader and superman, I start rooting for lois. 😭

out of all the characters in the superman mytho’s you could use that superman interacts with, you chose THE wife of superman in every. single. universe, without fail?

idk, to me, it feels cheap to use the superhero’s actual love interest as a jealousy tool. (like wolverine x reader fics and using jean or like peter parker x reader and using MJ. this doesn’t just go to superhero x reader fics either!)

maybe I’m a ride or die for lois lane! or maybe because it’s easy to get jealous of the lois lane because it is lois lane. i’d totally be jealous.

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MDNI 17+ 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: fingering. cum eating. size kink. dirty talk. clark is an asshole when pussy drunk. usage of powers during sex. gentle dom! clark kent.

his fingers were gentle, so gentle as they stretched her walls. clark’s left hand was in between lois’ legs, his middle and ring fingers pumping in and out of her folds.

his sweet words of praise coo’s in her ears, she’s so frustrated he can make her this way. she hates how he’s able to turn her into this absurd mess of a person just by his fingers alone.

her head rests on his right arm, which is sat idly around her neck as they lay in bed, clark’s large forearm forcing lois to keep her legs open for him.

“h-hate you…” she mutters. her words mean nothing when her pussy is clenching around his fingers and clark knows it.

he tilts his head, his glasses riding down on the bridge of his nose slightly as he grins. just his smile alone makes lois change her mind… slightly. “oh you don’t mean that, angel…” he says, his voice quiet and soft. so different from superman’s commanding yet safe voice. “not when this pretty girl is squeezing my fingers like this…”

fuck. when did he learn how to talk like this? and why is he calling her pussy ‘pretty girl’

lois couldn’t even muster up words to respond to him with, she could only roll her head back as his fingers get deeper. he’s so deep that his knuckles are the only thing keeping him from going even deeper within her.

his thumb begins to rub her clit, slowly but steadily, the same way his fingers began pumping only minutes ago.

she looks at him. fuck she’s gorgeous. “d-don’t.” she begs, knowing that he’ll have her cumming in seconds.

“why not, lo?” he questions, and just like that, his hand goes faster. abnormally fast. he’s using his super speed to make his fingers go in and out in a way that makes lois see stars, her moans turning louder and more frequent, along with gasps of desperation. “ain’t it’s a man’s job to make a gorgeous woman like you cum?” he asks so innocently, like it’s his first time doing this.

he leans in, kissing her jawline as her head falls back, her back arching as she tries to close her legs from just how fast he’s going… but she can’t.

clark frowns when she tries to close her legs, moving his other hand down to re-open them. “don’t do that, hun… I just want to make you feel good.” he whispers, continuing to curl his fingers deep against her g-spot, his thumb does stop but it remains on top of her pussy.

she looks at him like she wants to both kill him and ride his dick. “w-well don’t use your p-powers on me, you fuck- fucking asshole!”

“god forbid I try to make my woman feel good…” clark hums, moving his glasses back up with a smile as he adds a third finger.

his fingers stretch her so good, it’s infuriating but at the same time… really hot.

she huffs and moans, clawing at his forearm as her fingers paint scratch marks on his skin, her orgasm quickly approaching her. “c-clark… clark… I-I’m gonna c-cum… fuckkkkk.”

with no attempts to try to edge her, because clark kent never edges a girl, it doesn’t take more than a few moments for lois to finally go over the edge, cumming all over his fingers with a sharp, and downright pretty moan of his name.

the fingers never stop though, continuing to pump in and out, curling on occasion as he lets her fall through the orgasm, extending it with how much his fingers can actually do to her… and this was just his fingers.

lois can’t seem to say anything anymore, just falling against the pillow as clark’s fingers slowly stop pumping. his right hand rubs her side. “good girl… good girl f’me, lois.” he softly says, slowly pulling out his three fingers, which are all covered with her semen.

he brings them up to his lips, sucking on his fingers lightly as his tongue collects her cum into his mouth. lois quietly moans at the sight.

he looks down at her, mouth still slightly full of his fingers and her delicious cum. “want some?”

she giggles. “don’t talk with your mouth full, kent.”

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wrote this in literally 20 minutes, wanted to write something to just remain consistent! wanted to see if less tags got me better engagement or more tags. check out my other clois stuff! here and here!

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MDNI 17+ 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: explicit sexual content. rough sex. consensual somnophilia!!! slight breeding kink. gentle ass slapping. size kink. this is simply filthy, sorry!!!

“I want you to fuck me when you get home tonight. I don’t care if I’m asleep, just fuck me. I want to try it.”

the couch squished and folded under clark’s strength as he kneeled on it. lois was asleep, her shirt and her vest crumbled up, her pants a little down as her underwear peaked out of her waistband as her necklace sat on the coffee table next to her work bag, laptop, and empty dinner plate.

his belt was halfway done, his tie was fully undone but hanging on his white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up. his left hand had pulled her pants and underwear down a little to the middle of her thighs as he slowly pushed into her wet folds.

he groans, nearly whimpering as lois’ warmth engulfed him.

“mhmmm… c-clark?” her voice mumbles out, hands squeezing the pillow she was using. a small moan leaves her mouth at what she feels slowly entering her sobbing pussy.

clark looks down, eyes widened a little before looking more calm, leaning down and kissing her cheek. “shhh, it’s me, lois. nobody else, hun, just go back to sleep… let me take care of you… get some sleep.”

she can only nod, eyebrows furrowing as her back arches a little, feeling clark get balls deep as her walls are forced to stretch. he’s so fucking big, it’s irritating and she’s taking sharp breaths as she closes her eyes again.

clark smiles as she falls back asleep, moaning his name quietly as he begins to move, whimpering at how her pussy clenches and tries to breath around him. his right hand holds the back of the couch, his left hand holds her hip as his hips go at a steady pace, getting her all nice and stretched before increasing his pace.

the couch squeaked as he moves, his chest breathing softly as his cock strains, blood flowing to make him harder. “my god… such a good pussy, baby… ‘so- so warm… so good f’me…” he whispers.

lois’ quiet moans and whimpers never stop, her nails grounding herself on the couch as she feels herself switch in and out of sleep world and being awake… but she’s far too tired to stop him… besides, it feels too damn good.

“c’mon hun…” he says, his fingers gripping her ass as he quickens his pace a little. “stretch out for me… I know you can, stretch this pussy f’me.” he encourages, practically talking to himself.

his glasses fog up as his pelvis slaps against her ass, his hand gripping her left asscheek so easily. he gains a lot of momentum, his right hand holding the back of the couch being a leverage position to push into her faster and much more deeper. he’s huffing as he fucks her faster.

lois moves her head, biting onto the pillow as she sleeps, still being able to feel his cock drilling in and out, faster than usual because… he’s superhuman… he has super speed. “clark… clark…” she whispers, breath hitching.

he leans in, kissing her cheek multiple times as he lifts his left hand, tapping her ass. it’s not hard, obviously, and it’s mostly gentle, but of course, it’s a little striking. “yeah, hun? you want to cum? going to cum for me, b-baby?”

she nods enthusiastically— or as enthusiastic as she could muster, unbiting the pillow for a moment. “going to cum… gonna cum, clark… fuckfuckfuck.”

seeing her clench the pillow is adorable. he can only smile. he continues his face pace as he gets her right over the edge, like he always does.

clark doesn’t need to say anything as lois is able to go over the edge, moaning a little louder but still quiet as she goes over the edge, her back arching and her legs straining a little. she tries to hide her face in the pillow as she’s struck with her orgasm, it’s hard and it’s delicious… all because of clark.

a sense of protectiveness wash over clark as he gets lois to cum in her sleep, he taps her ass again, seeing how just a singular hand looks on her ass. he’s so much bigger than her, and it’s so delicious looking.

he moves his right hand, moving it to one of lois’ hands, putting it on top of it as he quickens his pace to find his own high. “fuck… f-fuck, lois… gonna cum… shit…” he whispers. typically he’d never use this language, but he only uses it either around lois late at night or by himself.

even though she’s so damn tired and definitely half away asleep, she tightens her fingers around his as she lowly stirs. “cum… in… inside… do it, c-clark…”

“inside, baby?” he questions, his cock straining as his balls clench, a drop of semen already leaving his tip deep within her. “want me to fill your womb? put my cum in it?” he asks.

she nods, not responding to him but she sleepily bites the pillow once again.

and that’s all he needs to hear as he stops thrusting, allowing himself to cum deep within her. he throws his head back a little, jaw clenching as he’s finally able to dump his load, feeling the heat of his cum fill her. he whimpers as he shoots within her, pulling out slightly to make sure every part of her pussy gets some. “there you go… good girl… g-good fucking girl, l-lois…”

“thank you… thank you… such a good pussy… my incredible girl…” he whispers. he runs his left fingers through her hair, letting his balls drain within her. “love breeding you… love it so much… this pussy deserves so much love…” he quietly praises, talking to himself.

he can only groan as he pulls out, grabbing a lone napkin and cleaning his cock and her thighs, throwing it in the small trash bin. he tucks himself back in, pulling off his pants but keeping his boxers. grabbing his tie with one hand, he throws it off and leaves his dress shirt unbuttoned, not caring to take it off. he keeps his right hand in her’s as his fingers pulls up her underwear but pull off the pants she’s wearing, hearing the fabric rip— he’ll buy her new ones tomorrow.

he lays down behind lois, wrapping his left arm around her waist as his right hand remains in her hand. she automatically presses her back against his chest, wanting more of him.

clark can only smile. “get some sleep, sweetheart…” he encourages, seeing her still asleep but making sure. “not going anywhere.”

before he falls in his own sleep, her quiet words enter his ears; “don’t you dare.”

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