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Your boyfriend has two different personalities - Clark and Kal-El.
You never really know which one you will get. Sometimes it depends on work and if his article got accepted, or if he was able to help the people of Metropolis. Sometimes it just came as a surprise, and you didn't really know which one you may get until you heard the door open.
When it's Clark Kent, the front door opens and you are greeted with the melodic sound of his greeting, a classic “honey I'm home!” before you are enveloped in a hug. He peppers kisses all over you, murmuring how beautiful you are.
When he takes you to your bedroom, he continues to be sweet. He whispers sweet nothings to you, telling you how beautiful you are. His lips will start at your neck before making their way down your body, soft kisses dancing along your skin. You sigh and settle into the mattress. Clark loved to eat you out, and you know that you'll be there for a while.
He'll gently open you up, his tongue licking a solid stripe up your center. Clark blows gently, making you shiver. He could never tease you and make you wait, because it did more damage to him to keep him away from your essence. He loves how you taste, the way your body gives in to him. With a moan your fingers tangle in the sheets, eyes closing as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently.
Soon it was like he was a starved man as he lapped at you, moaning more than you as he took all that you could give. Clark's tongue would alternate between curling into you or lapping at your clit. He couldn't decide which he liked better as he made a mess of your pussy, wetness smeared around his lower face. You moaned at the feeling, his skillful tongue making you relax into the feeling of bliss.
“It's okay baby, I've got you. Let me make you feel good.”
It takes a lot of pleading to get him up because he could die happily between your legs. His thick fingers slowly work you open, making you whimper at the stretch. Although you were impatient, you knew it would hurt if Clark didn't do this. When he finally slowly slid his cock into your warm pussy, he did so with a whimper, his arms buckling slightly at how good you felt. So warm and tight for him, it took his breath away.
“Gosh, you're so tight. Let me in, sunshine. Let me make you feel good.”
Clark was a service top, his mouth latched onto your breast as you gave into the pleasure, nails clawing down his back. He never bit, but instead he hummed into your breast, softly sucking on your skin.
It was like your pleasure was his, he moaned with you. He sat up enough to get his finger down to your clit, rubbing circles on it to bring your orgasm sooner. Clark's eyes were trained on your face to see if you liked it or not, eager to please.
“You're taking me so well, sunshine. You look so beautiful like this. So perfect f- me. S-so responsive.”
He babbled, pussy-drunk. His eyes ran down your body until they saw the place you both met and it was like he was hypnotized. He would slow his pace to really watch the way your walls gripped him, or speed up the pace to see the frothy cum for at the base of his cock. You nodded along to his words, unable to think as your orgasm came strong.
With Clark, your orgasms were blissful as he rode them out with you, his thrusts getting sloppy as he tried to stave off his orgasm until yours was finished. But the look of your squirming figure, blissed out face, and tight walls milking him soon had him shooting his cum deep inside you, with murmurs of your beauty and how thankful he was to have you in his life. When he pulled out, he was quick to grab a wet washcloth and some water, checking to make sure he didn't hurt you.
But Kal-El? He wanted it to hurt.
The door would slam on its hinges when he got home. He would disregard whatever pleasantries you attempted, grabbing your face firmly and kissing you. The forcefulness of it always took your breath away as he groped your body as if he wanted it to bruise, for some kind of evidence that you were his.
Kal-El picked you up with ease as he stormed off to the bedroom. Just as unceremoniously, he put you on your feet before firmly pressing on your shoulders, making you get to your knees.
“Open up.”
That was the only warning you got before he shoved his cock deep into your throat, making tears spring to your eyes. It wasn't soft and he didn't check in with you. With disregard to your comfort, his fingers buried itself in your hair as he used your throat for his pleasure. The room filled with sounds of your gagging as the top of your thighs became wet with your drool. Soon it got hard to breath around his size, but even your frantic taps on his thigh did nothing to slow his pace, nor when you pushed him away. He buried himself deep in your throat, your nose pushed into his soft flesh as you gagged around his length. Black dots littered your vision as he groaned.
Swiftly he shoved you back, listening to you gasp and splutter for air. As you attempted to regain your breath, Kal-El picked you up and threw you on the bed.
He took in your look. Cheeks tear stained, hair a mess and eyes full of tears. He could almost finish at the sight of you. Instead, he yanked down your jeans and underwear, leaving you bare before him. Embarrassingly you were soaked, the smell of you making him growl.
“Look at the mess y’re makin. Stupid little thing.”
Your brain got dizzy when he spoke to you like this.
Kal-El was not one for kindness. He wanted to make you hurt, to make you cry. He got off on your whimpers and tears. As he slowly bottomed out, you're at least thankful he didn't go fast. Still, the burn as you tried to accommodate him was too much with no prep, making you try to squirm away from him.
“Stay still, or I'll make it hurt more.”
You tried not to move.
Once his hips were flush with yours, Kal-El wasted no time with slipping almost fully out of you again and pushing back in. He was so deep it made your stomach churn. When he was like this, Kal-El liked to bully your cervix, pressing again and again against it with a bruising pace.
His fingertips dug into your soft flesh as he quickly moved in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm. He didn't care if you came or not as he chased his own high, using you as a flashlight. This m=night, however, he had different goals.
You felt his fingers come down and rub your clit quickly, making you buck into his hand with a moan and wide eyes. A wicked grin adorned his features as he looked down at you, taking in your distressed state.
“I want you to cum around my cock, open up that pretty womb for my seed.”
You whined at his dirty words, feeling like nothing more than a toy for him. You shook your head at the aggressiveness, which earned your clit a slap.
“This greedy little pussy has such a tight grip on me. Tell me you want my cum, want my baby. Isn't that right?”
“No” you cried out, but your pussy clamped down on his cock at the thought of being swollen with his child. He chuckled as his hips snapped into yours.
“Your body can’t lie to me. But it's okay, keep saying no. I like to hear you struggle.”
He found a new angle that touched a gummy spot that knocked your breath away. Kal-El’s large hand came to rest on your neck, squeezing slightly to make you dizzy.
“God, those government workers pissed me off today. Always got something to say. Feels good to come home to you and have you all worked up and ready for me.” He was unrelenting in his pace, taking out his frustration on you.
Your eyes couldn’t keep open as they rolled back in pleasure. You swore that you could feel every vein as his cock dragged against your walls, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you. He was fixated on your body, a sheen of sweat adorning his body. His hand came up to your cheeks and squeezed, making your eyes open and meet his stern gaze. Kal-El licked his lips at the sight of your fucked out gaze as you took his beatings.
“I could do anything to you and you'd still cum all over my cock, wouldn't you? I could choke you out and fuck your passed out body, or slap that pretty lil’ face. Maybe I'll spank you until you're creaming all over my pants. Gosh, look at how dumb you look right now.”
And you felt dumb, drool running from the side of your mouth as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he felt his orgasm approach. Little sounds passed your mouth as you pleaded with him.
“Ngh, Kal..”
“My cock drunk girl can’t even think. Fucking useless little thing, but it's okay.” He grunted at the way you tightened around him “I'll just keep you here, never have to work again. Just keep my balls drained and I'll keep you never wanting.”
His dirty talk, the pressure around your neck, and the threat of a baby made it too much. You tried to warn him or say something, but nothing but gargled sounds came out. Luckily he could understand.
“C’mon sunshine, cum on my cock. Once you do, I'll give you the baby your body wants. Want everyone to see that you belong to me, that you're all mine. Milk my cock for me and open up that womb, baby.”
You always came hard with Kal-El, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You probably blacked out for a moment, your body arching into his resentful thrusts as he took out all his frustration on your body. The look of your tears and his hand decorating your throat had him pushing himself so deep in you that you could feel his balls twitch as he came. Your pussy was flooded with cum, making you warm on the inside as he thrusted deeply through his orgasm. He didn't move out of you as he collapsed, plugging you full of his cum as he softened up.
You weren't sure which side of your boyfriend you liked more, but each definitely had their benefits.