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in the heat of the moment when everything just felt like so much, your palm reached to hold his face— just to see him reach his peak with you because you know how much he loves watching you cum around his cock.
But instead, you land a slap to his cheek. it’s sharp. almost a sting because of how unexpected it was. and for clark? it’s such a thrill. he gasps and stills his hips from emptying his throbbing cock inside of you, looking you dead in the eyes.
you almost think you’ve hurt him and you open your mouth to blabber a string of apologies until he stops you. he interrupts you with a plain, “do that again.”
you’re shocked. confused, even. but he repeats himself, loud and clear.
“baby. please do that again.” he whines, hoisting you to switch your positions, placing you on top of him without a single struggle, still perfectly snug inside your cunt.
you look down at him, hands on his heaving chest— incredibly turned on, by the way. and so is he considering how much more his dick has impossibly stiffened in your warm heat.
“are you sure, clark?”
he huffs - almost impatiently and nods, hands palming on the fat of your thighs, waiting for it.
you take in a breath and raise your palm to his face. half of you feels guilty, and the other half feels like you’ve made a new revelation. you raise your hand, placing a small, careful smack to his pretty face, holding your breath for whatever reason.
he breathes in, eyes closed. then he opens them again and looks at you like you’ve genuinely hurt his feelings. “No. harder. want you to do it harder. baby, you cant hurt me.” he reassures you and you do it again. sometimes you forget he’s the man of steel.
this time, you slap him more harsh, your palm making a loud and sudden impact on his cheek. It stings— like a white-hot heat. and he loves it. he revels in it. his hands grip tight on your thighs as he whines, bucking his hips up and spurting his cum inside you for the first time that night. honestly, its pathetic. and the worst part is, he follows it with a thank you.
so of course— naturally, you continued. with every strike across his face, you found it in yourself to make fun. and clark loved every second of it. every time you pretended like he was filthy for finding pleasure in it, his dick would twitch inside you, coating your walls with his pre while you fuck yourself on his nearly solid cock. “holy shit clark, you like this? you’re insane.” “gonna cum from this, baby? really? Jesus.”
and every time you stole little kisses on the side of his forehead to silently remind him that you love him, he whines like a bitch in heat, tears running down his cheek, all because it feels so good.
when clark really cums, he shuts his eyes so hard, he sees white and blabbers mindless thank you’s and i love you so much’s while he fills your cunt with his cum, causing his whole body to shudder, his cheeks a pretty pinkish-red from your soft palm. and soon you follow. velvet, slick walls gripping him snug as you cum around his cock.
and the next night, clark is asking you to do the same thing to him all over again.