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GLASSES - CLARK KENT

summary: you've always wondered why clark never took off his glasses, it's hard to wonder when he's knuckle deep in you.

warning: SMUT! MDNI! 18+ dirty talk, praise kink? fingering, oral (female receiving)

authors note: clearing out my wip :P

word count: 1.3k

You've been dating Clark Kent for the past few months now and it's been great.

Unlike your exes, he's kind, caring, and patient. He always takes care of you in the most subtlest way. It's endearing and you love him for it. Even in bed he treats you like a god. Worshipping every part of your body and leaving kisses along it like you're a sacred piece of art. And yet there's one question that always seems to linger in the back of your mind.

Why doesn't he take off his glasses?

From the moment you met him till now, you've never seen him take off his glasses. The only times he does he ends up turning his back to you while he cleans them quickly and quietly. Half of the time you don't even notice him taking them off. He's not that blind, right? His glasses don't even look like they have any power behind them so he must be able to see without them.

You've tried to see what he looks like without them. Though it's hard when he's so inhumanely fast. It's like he has super instincts. You tried to do it one random night when the two of you were sleeping in bed together. His face is tucked in the corner of your neck, the plastic frame of his glasses smashed into your skin. Before you could even move your hand, he's already catching you at lighting speed.

You don't attempt to do it again after that. You felt a little guilty when you saw that pouty look on his face. So you dropped the topic. He'll show you when he's ready. Though it probably won't make a difference. He'll still be pretty with or without glasses. Especially when he's down on his knees for you like this.

“F-Fuck! Clark!” You cried out, back arching against the mattress he has you spread out on. Your fingers tangle itself in his messy black hair, tugging harshly on the strands without a care in the world. It's hard to focus when his tongue is forcing out orgasm after orgasm from your poor body. Who would've thought that the goofy, awkward reporter Clark Kent turned out to be the biggest munch you've ever seen.

His fingers are knuckle deep in your cunt while his tongue works on you. The squelching wet sound is downright filthy as it echoes in the bedroom. “Mmh, atta girl. Jus’ like that baby.” Clark mumbled, drunk off the taste of your slick on his tongue. He's eating you out like it's the last meal he'll ever get. “God- such a messy lil’ thing aren't ya?” Clark lowly chuckles. The sound of his deep voice sends another wave of heat down to your core.

Clark doesn't care that you're holding onto his hair so tight that it might come out. In a twisted kind of sense, he sorta likes it. It's a clear sign that he's making you feel good and that's all that matters to him right now. He drinks up every drop of sweetness you have to offer and keeps coming back for seconds. “Oh fucking hell Clark–” You breathed out. Your hair clinging to your sweat slicked skin.

Your body moves on its own, hips shifting away from him. Your eyes can barely focus on the way his hands are pulling you closer to him. Holding you tight so you couldn't run away. “nuh uh, m'not done with you yet baby. still need to make you come one more time before you can take me.” you let out a small whine in protest but Clark pays little attention to it.

“Clark– I- I can't.” You whimpered, your fingers tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. “Yeah you can baby. you always do.” Clark murmurs as he presses kisses on your lower abdomen. “You always do…” Clark whispers before he dives right back in, earning another cry of pleasure from your lips. Every harsh suck of his lips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

His glasses are getting fogged up in the heat of the moment. Clark knew he should've taken them off by now. It's hard to resist the urge with such a beautiful sight laid out right in front of him. You're right there in his bed, wearing one of his old shirts that are too big for you, crying out his name while he eats you out. Its an absolute wet dream for Clark but he can barely see it through his stupid glasses–

You don't notice it but Clark literally flings his glasses off. They land in some random corner of the room. His focus turns back on your soaked cunt, licking up every bit of it eagerly. You're too lost in the haze to notice it. Your legs are wrapped tightly around Clark's thighs and he feels like he's in heaven. His thick fingers curl perfectly to hit your g-spot. Its that spongy spot that leaves you breathless and limp.

“N-Nh! Clark- ngh- honey please!” You squealed as he continues to nudge at that spot. Your hips are trying to buck away from him but Clarks strength over powers yours with ease. His hand placed firmly on your stomach as he pressed down. “That's it, baby. I know you're so close for me. c'mon, all you have to do is let go.” He whispers. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or your cunt. Maybe both but you listen anyway. A sharp cry of his name leaves your lips as your high hits you like a truck.

The neighbors must hate you by now, you don't have the energy to care. Not when you have Clark ‘pussy eating god’ Kent with you.

Clark moans at your name as your tight walls clench around his fingers. You're basically sucking him in. You're shamelessly gushing around him and Clark wouldn't have it any other way. It only leaves him more excited. He can't wait to make you do it again while he's fucking you with his thick cock. “Mmh, that felt so nice for you huh baby? You still with me?” Clark lovingly asks, as if he didn't just blow your mind with his mouth and fingers.

Clark shifts his body so your legs are loosely wrapped around his waist as he towers over you. He lazily pulls off his shirt, leaving him completely bare in front of you. You give him a weak nod, your arm draped over your face as you try to calm yourself back down from your high. “Uh huh…” You weakly whimpered.

Clark lightly slaps your thigh. “No no, say it properly for me baby.”

“nhh…”

“Properly. Say it for me right or else we stop right now.”

That instantly gains your attention as you pout at him. You move your hands from your face and look directly into his eyes. “Yeah, I'm okay.” You mumbled. The smile on Clark's face widens. “Think you can take me now?” Clark sweetly asks, acting as if he wasn't about to split you apart with his cock. Your gaze flickers between his cock and his face. God, do you want him so bad.

“Yes, please.” A soft chuckle falls from Clark's lips. He navigates your legs to rest on his broad shoulders. Ankles loosely hanging over his back. Pillows tucked under your back to support you. “Lay back for me baby. Gotta go real slow for you.” Clark grunted, getting ready to fill you up good. That is until that post release clarity hits you harder than you expected.

He's not wearing his glasses.

No glasses.

“Holy fuck.”

Clark doesn't pick up the shocked expression on your face. He simply flashes that dopey golden retriever smile on his face. “Yeah, baby?” Clark grins, his hands holding your thighs firmly. Things start to click in your head the longer you look at him. Your hands cupping his cheeks so you could process the mental gymnastics your brain is doing.

“Superman?”

“Oh hell.”

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adoreyouusugar · 1 month ago

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Someone quickly play Take a Picture by Coin !!!

HUNGRY - CLARK KENT

summary: clark's insatiable appetite for you rears its head at you once more

warning: SMUT! MDNI! 18+ p in v, mentions of cum eating, slight bondage? somewhat filthy ig? dirty talk, stomach bulge, breeding kink

authors note: the whore in me activated itself i swear

word count: 1.9k

taglist: @karolamurdock@mollymal@yesshewrites1

You weren't sure what's gotten into Clark's head to get him to act this way. He was fine this morning.

When you kissed him on the cheek before he rushed out the door he seemed perfectly fine. Sure, his tie was a little crooked and so were glasses but that's not beyond the norm. The way he's acting now is a complete turnaround from your Clark 10 hours ago. Your Clark was a little skittish and shy. This Clark has you bent over the bed and is pounding you from the back like his life depends on it.

His hand is placed firmly on the nape of your neck. You can't move a single muscle. All you can do is take it. And by it you mean– “N-Nh! C-Clark! Please- Fuck- S-Slow down!” You squealed. The squelching noise you make when Clark pulls out just slightly before slamming back in has your eyes rolling back in pleasure. He has your legs trembling, pathetically trying to shift away from him. Your hands are tied behind your back. The tie you used to tie around Clark's neck now tied around your wrists.

“I- I'm sorry, baby. I can't– Golly, you feel amazing.” He softly whined. His hips continue to snap against yours without a single hint of mercy. His words may sound polite but there is nothing polite about him with the way he's rearranging your guts. “Stay right there, baby. m'gonna treat this pussy of yours real nice.” He murmurs softly into your ear, sending a hot heat straight to your core. You can hear the hint of that Kansas accent of his slipping through.

Clark doesn't remember what started this insatiable hunger for you. Sure, he always craved for you but he could always control it. His desire for more. Maybe the sudden wave of deadlines needing to be met and articles that need to be reviewed pushed him over the edge. All that stress with no proper outlet. Now, he won't stop until every inch of your walls are covered white with him.

It's filthy. He's hitting you raw. No condom. No anything. You can feel the rough drag and pull of his cock. You're not on birth control right now and he knows this. Clark isn't the type of man to easily forget these sorts of things. “C-Clark, please–” You whine but he quickly shuts you up with a harsh kiss on your lips. His fingers tangles itself in your hair, yanking you back with a sharp tug. The slight act of roughness has your walls squeezing around him. And Clark can feel every single bit of it while he nips at your neck like some feral animal. Leaving shades of blues, reds and purples all over your skin.

Your walls are squeezing him tightly. Squeezing every thick vein and curve of his dick. If he makes you arch your back just a little bit more… “Ah! Clark– Oh fuck! Nh~ y-you're being m-mean~” He's somehow shoving his thick length deeper into you. The tip is tapping that certain spot in you that has your eyes rolling back and jaw dropping in pleasure.

The sight alone could make Clark combust right then and there. You're so pretty like this. He can't get enough of you. Your parted lips and eyes rolled back

He knows he's treating you roughly. You have work tomorrow. He probably shouldn't be battering your insides but he can't help himself. Not with how tight your pussy is gripping onto him.

“m'not being mean on purpose. I swear, baby. You're just- ngh- can't help it. You're so tight. Gosh– You can barely take it.” A smile cracks onto Clark's face. The bliss he's feeling is immeasurable. If he could, he'd take a picture of your messed up state and keep it in his pocket all the time. For his eyes only of course.

His warm breath brushes along your skin. His lips peppering along your shoulders that are littered with lovebites from him. “Gonna pump you full of me. Wanna fill you up to the brim. Then I'm gonna eat you out real good.” He murmurs into your skin. The image he paints in your mind has your face turning a bright red.

You squealed in surprise as Clark flips you onto your back. Your body bouncing on the mattress. His hands travel to the back of your thighs and push your knees up to your chest. The change in position has you speechless in the best way. He's deep in your pussy, making a mess out of you on the sheets. “H-Hah~ Ah~ Clark… h-honey, you're so deep. I- I can feel it.” You whispered softly. Your throat is sore from how loud you've been crying out Clarks name.

The grin on Clark's face grows wider. His hair is a mess. There's strands of his curly hair sticking to his face because of the sweat that's dripping down his body. You've lost track of how long he's been fucking you. He came back an hour before the sunset went down. Now, the moon is high up in the sky.

Clark's gaze focuses on your stomach. His hand drifts towards the small bulge in your stomach. He's right there. “I can see how good you're taking me. You want it too, right? You want me to pump you full. I know we said that we'd wait but I really wanna come inside you, baby.” Clark softly pants. The way you're squeezing him is driving him wild. He can't even control the pace of his hips anymore.

The mix of juices cling to your thighs and slowly starts dripping down onto the bed. The sheets underneath you are soaked and most likely ruined at this point. Its fine. Clark doesn't care one bit. He could always replace the sheets. But this? The warmth of your tight pussy gripping onto his thick length? Yeah, nothing can replace this.

“Please say yes, baby. Ah- wanna come in you. It'll feel so good- God- please please please baby.” All you can muster up is a weak whimper. His hips are slamming into yours at an inhumane pace. He rolls his hips into yours when he's flushed against yours. “Y-Yes, h-hn~ please don't stop. want it- I- so big-” Your sentences are barely making senses but that's enough for Clark.

He easily parts your legs and tosses them over his broad shoulders. He's got you bent in half and spread wide open just for him. It's a miracle that you're still conscious right now. “you're almost there baby. can feel it. you're squeezin’ so tight.” Clark gasps, towering over your smaller frame. He pulls you in for a rough kiss.

It's almost laughable how easy he takes control over you. His tongue explores every inch of your tongue like its the first time. He takes it all in. Every whimper or moan that softly escapes from your lips he swallows it right up. The bed is already starting to creak from the weight of his thrusts. Every kiss from him whisks away the air from your lungs. It's dizzying and addictive. When he pulls away, only a thin thread of saliva is what connects you.

It's hot. It's messy. It's everything Clark needed right now.

You're too deep in that pleasurable haze to even realize that Clark slipped his hand between your legs. The rough pad of his thumb harshly pressing down on your sensitive nub. The action elicits a sharp cry from your lips. Clarks name is the first thing you say. He doesn't stop with at a simple press. No– Clark gets addicted to the sound of you. He won't stop. Not unless he hears you say his name again just like that.

Clark watches with hazy eyes as his fingers flick, tug and press down on your sensitive nub. It's mesmerizing to him– the way you move your body. Your tits bouncing with every harsh thrust. Hands gripping onto the headboard. It's your only form of support right now. You can't do anything while you're under him. The tightness fabric around your wrists ensures that and so does his heavy weight.

Clark is a big man after all. Standing at 6 foot too giant. He uses it to his advantage but at this point its so unfair. “c'mon baby… just one more push.” He murmurs. The strung out string in your stomach snaps and it leaves you screaming Clarks name. The neighbors probably know what you're doing by now. Hell– The entire neighborhood might now. You wouldn't be surprised if you got a noise complaint at your door tomorrow morning.

Clark leaves you gushing. Your come rushes out of you like waves. Coating Clark's cock with a sheen layer of white. And Clark can't stop watching it. He uses his x-ray vision in the most filthiest way possible, watching as your essence spills out and covers him. He forces more of it out with small thrusts of his hips. You whine every time he does but Clark couldn't help it.

It's enough to push Clark over the edge. His cock twitching with every bit of come he pumps out. Warm ropes of his thick cut spurting out of the tip and into your cervix. Gosh does that look wonderful to him. He makes sure to bury himself even deeper. Clark isn't a wasteful man. He doesn't want a single drop to flow out from your womb. His hips stutter to a stop once he finally drags himself back down from cloud 9. Clark tilts his head back, sweat glistening on his skin with one arm on the headboard to hold him up.

“atta girl, that felt real good didn't it, hun?” His accent is a lot thicker now. Clark holds your trembling legs still, pressing a soft kiss to your knee that's resting on his shoulders. The tender action is a complete 180 from his rough pace earlier.

You legitimately thought Clark was done with the sex by now. He should've gotten it out of his system. This was the most you've done it with him. Not even those special nights where you wore fancy lingerie or did your makeup nicely riled him up this badly. What in the world happened to him? You can't help but wonder it.

Clark hisses when he finally pulls out. The mix of come he's been plugging up in you slowly leaving your bruised and battered hole. Talk about being ruthless. It drips out from you, down your inner thighs and soaks into the ruined sheets. The cold night air greets his soft cock as he kneels there in between your legs. He holds your leg in place. He's worn himself out pretty good this time.

A shaky breath of relief comes from you as you relax. Ah, you'll deal with cleaning the mess tomorrow. Now you can curl up in bed and sleep happily in Clarks arms– Why the fuck was he shifting down the bed again?

Your eyes stare at him with surprise. Even after all that he's still not satisfied?

Clark doesn't give you the chance to speak before his lips are on your sweet cunt. He sucks your cunt harshly. His tongue dragging up your legs to savor the taste of you. The come he's pumped in and mixed in with yours is slowly leaking out into his mouth. Your back arches against the bed as another cry echoes through the room. His hands holds your hips tightly. He was still hungry for more. A little dessert before bed won't hurt anyone.

“One more, baby. All you gotta do is lie there and look pretty for me.”

Oh fuck.

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