Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight) - Bizarroe - NC-17 - 07/??
Title: Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight)
Author: shelia ivorykiss
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, violence and dark graphic sexual situations
Pairing: Bizarroe
Spoilers: Phantom, Bizarro
Disclaimers: I don’t own them, that makes me sad. The title and moodlets of this little piece are from Alanis Morissette’s Uninvited.
A/N: Comments, critiques are always welcome. The awesome banner was generously made by the lovely and talented mssullivan!!
Previous: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
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Uninvited (An Unfortunate Slight)
Part Seven
like any uncharted territory I must seem greatly intriguing
Chloe’s mind raced as her body betrayed her.
She moaned, his mouth surrounding her nipple was incredibly soft and hot and moist, and each insistent tug of his lips caused Chloe to shudder with unbelievable pleasure; pleasure that rippled lazily outward and spiraled through her. She gasped as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin as he greedily suckled.
This was beyond crazy. It was crazy to trust him. And it didn’t help matters that she was so close to coming.
Again.
Living in Smallville and having an intergalactic traveler as a best friend; Chloe had gotten into the habit of believing several unbelievable things before her morning caffeine but this…
This was stretching the boundaries of her reason and as much as every atom of her body screamed ‘Clark!’ and responded accordingly, she was quite aware that this wasn’t Clark.
If it wasn’t for the little green spot below his left eye…
“Wait...”
She tugged on his hair and he reluctantly lifted his head from her breast and raised an eyebrow at her.
“Why? I wanna fuck.”
Bizarro’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and he flashed a big wolfish smile as he waggled his eyebrows at her. “So do you.”
Chloe couldn’t help the small bubble of laughter that escaped her at his frisky grin, “You have a one track mind!”
“You talk too much.” He retorted, and with a low growl of impatience, he reclaimed her nipple and resumed pushing off her pants.
Maybe it was her mind that was the traitor here. She didn’t know if she wanted to kiss him or kill him.
Chloe moaned again, her body arching towards his as he pushed her pants over her hips. She was just going to have to think about all this later. She groaned as his big hands squeezed her ass and pulled her even closer.
“Want you. Want to be inside you.”
He murmured against her skin as he licked and nipped a trail of kisses, sharp and warm, across her breasts, pushing her pants and underwear down her thighs.
Chloe trembled. She couldn’t fight this. Hell, as crazy as this was, she didn’t want to fight this.
There was a kind of freedom in helplessness, in surrendering herself to the ever increasing waves of pleasure building in her.
He must have used a little burst of superspeed because one moment he was frowning in annoyance at the material bunching around her knees and the next Chloe was completely naked and pulled up on her toes. Before she could blink he was pulling her thigh around his hip with one hand and freeing his cock with the other.
Then his big hands were back on her ass; instinctively she wrapped her other leg around him as he pulled her up and angled her hips towards him. Bizarro hissed as the broad head of his cock slipped through her wet folds. His blunt fingers tightened almost bruisingly on her flesh as he tugged and pushed, grunting as he thrust forcefully, burying the hard length of him deep inside her.
Chloe cried out, she wasn’t quite ready for him, and tears filled her eyes. She was wet, her earlier orgasm and his rough touches preparing her, but he was huge, the thick length of him stretching and filling her.
Bizarro jolted hard, drawing in a sharp breath and suddenly his full weight was on her, pressing her breathlessly against the cavern wall as he shuddered and trembled, his breath a helpless exhale against her neck.
“Oh... Chloe...”
Then he was pounding into her, never quite letting the head of his cock leave her body and she could only hold on as the sting of the quick fill of him merged into an exquisite aching pleasure. His voice was a low murmur against her skin between sharp warm kisses and groans of ‘good, so good’.
“I’ve wanted... he’s wanted you for so long... his thoughts haunt me Chloe, drive me...”
Chloe moaned and tightened her grip on his hair. There really wasn’t much a girl could do but hold on. She gasped, pleasure spiraling through her, her body growing wetter, softer, helplessly surrendering to his powerful thrusts.
She could feel herself start to tighten around him as he licked at the tears that lingered on her cheeks. His hips jerked harder and he groaned, panting in her ear.
“Fuck. Gonna come. So good.”
Bizarro raised his head from her neck and for a moment she got a glimpse of crimson gathering in his eyes, pulsing in the green depths and he kissed her hard before he threw his head back.
Fire and heat released from his eyes as he snarled his pleasure, and she cried out her own joy as he released in her with thick, almost bruising spurts, filling her with sticky liquid heat.
He fell to his knees, dragging her down with him.
Chloe panted against his broad shoulder and she could feel his tongue dart out, licking at her skin, tasting, savoring her sweat. He was still deep inside her and still hard. He shuddered, and she could feel his cock twitch. Bizarro fisted one hand in her hair and pulled her head up. He looked into her eyes with a kind of awe.
Suddenly he moved upright on his knees, pinning her back against the rough wall. He cupped her face in his large hands so she could only look at him and started moving in her slowly, pressing soft, reverent kisses against her mouth. Bizarro’s voice was full of longing and need, and it cracked as he thrust.
“Oh God, Chloe. I could stay inside of you forever.”
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