~*Knowing Better*~ Chlark NC-17 fic by The Satyr Icon
Title: Knowing Better
Author: the_satyr_icon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set in Icon AU
Classification: Smallville; Chloe/Clark
Disclaimer: All characters, references, and other things pertaining to 'Smallville' are property of the WB, DC Comics, Tollin-Robins, Al Gough & Miles Millar, and J. Siegal & J. Shuster; I am just writing for fun, and if I owned them, all would be good and clean in the World.
Summary: Chloe Sullivan is a know-it-all.....
Word Count: 484
Author's Notes: A birthday drabble for ivorykiss, a slight return to Smallville, and flexing some writing muscles.
Knowing Better
Chloe Sullivan always knew better. It was great trait for her to possess since she was a reporter; it helped her hunt down leads for her investigative stories. It was annoying outside her professional life; she was always one step ahead of her friends in terms of fashion, technology, and sheer coolness. And if you were lover, like Clark Kent, you were in trouble. Lots of trouble.
"So, Kent, whatcha think of this little ensemble?" Her voice teased, her eyes mischievous and she dropped her robe, and stood in front of her lover. She watched his eyes, watched them rise from her toes, up her black stockings, matching garter, her satiny thong, up the embroidered corset then suddenly stop at her neck. Her hand went up to the necklace she wore, specifically the red stone that hung from the chainlinks. "Oh," she coquettishly whispered. "Should I keep this on?"
In the brief second that it took Chloe's heart to beat, for her to take in an inhalation of air, to let a wicked grin form on her lips, Clark's eyes went crimson, his body charged by the red Kryptonite, his desire fueled by the woman smiling at him. Then he was naked, his cock hard, and in front of her, lifting her little frame off the floor. She gasped, her body catching up to the instantaneous sensations that Clark was giving her; the rush of air washing over her when he sped to her, the sudden lightness of being picked up, and now feeling his hands do their thing. His fingers ripped the ribbon lacing on the front of the corset. She squirmed and moaned when his mouth found her breasts, her pink nipples and suckled hungrily at them, at her. Then she felt fingers reaching into her undies. She briefly wondered where they were going and readied herself for them. Then the satiny feeling was gone, and she cried out, feeling his cock spear her, thrusting hard and fast into her wetness. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, and closed her eyes and let him do what he willed. There was really nothing that she could do now but let him fuck her all night. And he did.
The next afternoon, all of Chloe's soft tender areas were sore from Clark's use, from him stretching, bitting, spanking, licking, kissing her. Clark took her without regard. Every muscle ached, in her jaw, between her legs, front AND back. He was still fucking her, and just when he pulled his his back, she yanked off the necklace and flung it. His hips pushed his cock in but he stopped and collapsed on her. She smiled and kissed his shoulder tenderly. Clark was a sweet lover. But sometimes she need an even harder fuck then he would give her. Chloe Sullivan knew better, and knowing better felt so good.
The End
The Satyr Icon