dudes online used to spend 72 hours on photoshop uninterrupted editing people’s faces to look scary and we called the finished product some shit like jeff the killer and put him in spirit halloween and on wikipedia These days you open tumblr and top of dash is a 42 note edit of jerma’s face so fucked up looking that it could’ve been used to texture a corpse in a y2k valve game and you get a little nauseous and otherwise just keep scrolling. and this is known as “a tuesday
summary: the best part about losing your virginity to clark, is that he’s losing his to you, too. however unbelievable that may be.
word count: 2.3k
contains: there is no plot. just smut. first time/both virgins trope. *protected piv, implied cunnilingus, reader has a bush. clark whimpers and breaks the good boy doesn’t curse rule. reader is nervous. overly cute. humor. special condom development? LMFAO *no use of y/n
a/n: i’m incredibly horny thanks guys
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“You have got to be kidding me… oh, man.”
Kneeling between Clark’s legs, you struggled to visualize the possibility of putting his cock in your mouth. You knew that hypothetically this should be an achievable end, but from where you sat, all signs pointed to the negative.
“I tried to tell you,” Clark muttered, flushing profusely.
You rubbed your eyes in partial distress and disbelief like a Looney Tune. They were heavy and somewhat strained from the last hour of Clark having his head between your legs, trying to figure out every way in which you could orgasm from his hands and mouth alone, so eager for his first time pleasing you– and also obviously concealing the fact that he was concerned you wouldn’t ever be prepped enough. As he slumped on the bed before you, scratching his neck nervously while his throbbing tip bounced eagerly against his tummy, you wanted to smack him.
“Well, not hard enough! Jesus Christ, it’s the size of my forearm! Is that even safe?”
Clark let out an embarrassed laugh. “Baby, I’m not exactly human, remember? I can’t help it!”
You rested your forehead on his thigh and let out a huff, and his palm raised to pet your hair, brushing it back. “I told you that you don’t have to do this part if you’re not ready. I can stop, I won’t be upset–”
“Not only do I not want to stop, but that would be so unfair,” you sighed, “this is the first time we’ve ever… done this. And you just, like…” You blushed deeper, hiding in his hip. “I definitely need to repay the favor.”
“Are you trying to say, in some stubborn way, that I made you feel so good, it’s got you guilty?”
“Shut up,” you grumbled.
Clark chuckled softly and grabbed your hands, pulling you up his body and settling you over his thighs. Between you, He sat waiting, aching, twitching. A pretty mauve. “I am going to make an executive decision.”
You pouted, laying your hands on his chest. Shifting a bit awkwardly, you hoped you still looked pretty. It had been so nerve-wracking to let him undress you. To unveil the rolling, boundless flesh of your body, the plum tiger stripes, the hairs, the dimples. It was what kept you afraid of sex for so long. But he kissed every inch like it was his destiny to behold you, in the corniest and most fulfilling way. In the haze, you managed to keep an eye on the clock– Clark spent fifteen minutes simply spoiling you, whispering pretty things into your skin as he ran his hands up and down your body, squeezing, pulling, nipping, licking. You had to remind him that there were more activities available than just admiring you as the painful ache between your thighs grew unbearable.
You hadn’t expected him to be so confident, but clearly you forgot just how well Clark seemed to perform at everything he did. Your heart was in your throat as he coaxed your legs apart, unfolding the glistening lips of your cunt, the wisps and kinks of hair coating your mound, studying how you clenched and fluttered at his every breath. His mouth was so precise to the point you made him swear he had never slept with another girl in the middle of making you cum that first time; then, he made you cum again as a promise, with two fingers hooking inside your walls, scraping his soft fingertips against the spongy tissue deep and high, feeling it uncoil. He licked and slurped like an animal, grunting and whimpering and slurring reassurances of how sweet, how good you were. A few ‘bunny’s slipped out as you rutted into his mouth, an unavoidable habit. You babbled apologies as he pulled a few stray hairs from his teeth, tokens of a job well done, and he chuckled warmly, shaping them into hearts on your skin before blowing them away. And now you sat in his lap, close to spent and still incredibly nervous– because just his fingers felt like a tight stretch for your virgin body… so what about that thing?
“What might that be?”
Clark studied your thoughtful and slightly mortified expression. His hand came up to trace the shade of your cheeks. “I want to get right to it. I don’t need you to suck me off.”
“But that’s what first times are supposed to be. Trying it all.”
“Says who?”
“Most… sources.”
He looked at you with those cruel doe eyes and smiled. “Do you want to?”
You answered too quickly: “Sure I do!”
Clark clicked his tongue, wrapping a grip around your smushy hip. “Be honest, baby.”
You frowned a bit. “Okay, fine. I’m nervous. But for good reason, I mean, my mouth is too small for that!”
“It’s gonna take practice,” he stroked your cheek, “and my own stamina, which I’m worried I may not have enough of at the moment…” You both glanced down at his crotch. His cock was practically begging for the misery to end. You giggled, and he gave your face a playful pat. “If you’re nervous, let’s save it. Nobody said there can’t be multiple first times. Nobody said you have to do it all at once.”
“So you just want to skip to the sex part?”
“This is all technically sex,”
“Don't be a know-it-all, please,” you grumbled, nudging his nose with yours.
Clark laughed and squeezed your hips. “Sorry. You’re just easier to tease when you’re nervous.”
You swallowed thickly, feeling the tremor in your legs. Your body was hungry and tired at the same time, and even though he seemed monstrous and dangerous in size, the majority of you was dying for it. You leaned in a little and laid a kiss on his lips, and Clark hummed happily. Looping his warm, corded arms around your back, he dragged you close enough that your cunt grazed his length, and the two of you let out a coordinated shudder.
“You’re so warm,” he grunted, raking his fingers down your thighs.
Wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck and searching for a way to quell the fire, you gently rocked your hips against him again, feeling your lips spread to accommodate the width of his shaft. He brushed against your worn clit and you shivered. “Christ…”
Clark’s eyes fluttered and rolled back for a moment from the sheer relief. The pain has been ridiculous, like he might explode, but the contact made it worth it. It was blissful, serene, for a moment. Until he opened his eyes again and saw the divine image of you grinding your cunt against his cock like a toy, and he was done for.
Clark guided your hips and you watched with a slack jaw as his pretty tip began to bead. Soft, high sounds slipped past his lips– sweet whimpers– as he buried his face in your neck and attached his tongue to your skin. You only moved a bit, but it was enough to make both of your bodies burn.
“Fuck,”
“Oh, bunny,”
“I think… ah… we should try…”
“Bedside drawer.”
You frowned at having to pull back, but Clark managed to break through the daze long enough to give you a stern look. You slipped away to reach across the mattress and root through his drawer until you felt a small box, and when you lifted it out, you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Don’t start,”
“Extra large!”
“Didn’t I just hear someone complain they were afraid it was too big to handle?”
“Come on, it’s still objectively funny,” you laughed, fighting through breathlessness as you ripped a foil open. It was labelless. “What are these, anyway, ripoffs?”
“They’re just condoms, honey,” Clark watched your soft expression as you chuckled, and his heart fluttered. As you reached down, he mumbled, “You do it for me.”
You nodded with a little grin and placed the cup on his tip, and carefully rolled the rubber down, stifling a laugh when he hissed at your touch. When it was snug, you tucked your hair behind your ears and looked back up. “I did that right, didn’t I?”
Clark nodded and tugged your hair loose. “Mhm.”
“Hey–”
“Let it fall.”
You flushed as he played with your locks, and you settled close again, your plush chest flush against his carved one. He kissed your jaw, then your cheek, and then followed with a flurry of nose and eyes and lips. You smiled wider after each until it hurt your teeth.
“I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you,” Clark whispered, pressing down on your bottom lip with his thumb. “You gotta swear you’ll let me know if it hurts, if it’s too much, or you wanna stop–”
“I will, I will,” you assured, “I swear, Clarkie.”
He grinned and made a swift crack at rolling you over, and you yelped comically as he wrestled you down. He trapped your wrists to the bed and kissed you with enough passion to make you melt into a sappy goo on his threadbare sheets.
Against your mouth he said, “I’ll put it in slowly, okay?”
“Okay.”
Above you, Clark nudged your knees apart and propped them up for you. Your body was pliant enough that you just listened. As he lined himself up with your entrance, you felt the anxious butterflies begin to flutter again, and you grabbed his hands. Clark looked up in concern.
“What is it?”
You chewed the inside of your cheek, bruising your thumb over his knuckles. “Just… um… hold my hand, when you do it.”
The man’s expression collapsed into a heartsick grin, and he laced his fingers through yours, kissing your hand. “Sure, bunny. Now take a deep breath, okay? And when I slide it, breathe out. Helps to keep you from tensing.”
“Where did you hear that?” You smirked as he leaned down low.
“Magazine,” he scrunched his nose, “Big breath.”
You drew one in, feeling it populate your lungs, and you waited for his signal.
Clark’s heart was pounding. Truthfully, he would have loved to watch you suck him off, but he knew he wouldn’t last. He wanted the first time he came to be inside you. He wanted to experience sex like men were supposed to, without the fear of his biology. He was planning to tell you after the fact that he worked on developing a latex compound that could… withstand the makeup of his spend… because the heat of it had burned through every human condom he ever tried… or exploded from pressure first. It was a mortifying experience for him, and a blast for Chloe and Emile. But he had something now that could protect you, and he was dying to use it and feel you and love you. So, he gently nestled the safely wrapped tip into your folds, and he squeezed your hand. “Let it out now.”
As you deflated your lungs, you felt the thick, burning stretch of Clark sinking past your walls. Your knuckles turned white and the breath you let out felt more like losing your wind. A cracking, broken whine escaped Clark as he didn’t stop, but sunk deeper. You clawed at his back with your free hand, the intrusion shocking and undeniably welcome.
“Oh my God, bunny,” Clark groaned, burying himself to the hilt. You took him all the way, somehow, though he expected more resistance. Maybe it was the breathing. Or the three orgasms from earlier.
“Hoky fuck,” you replied.
Clark’s cock pulsed inside you as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, and feeling the hot muscle enveloping him. No wonder they say men can’t think when they fuck– his brain wasn’t working. At all.
“Clark,” you whined.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Move, baby,” you begged.
Alarms sounded in his brain, and as he dragged back out just to shove back in, the slow suction made his legs shake. You let out a horribly lewd sound and made it worse. He was seeing the light. He was raptured by your pussy. Raptured, I tell you.
Your back arched as the pressure reached your tummy, and you could have sworn he was that deep. Scientifically, he might be. The pickup of his thrusts made you writhe, and Clark had to pin you down just to keep going.
“Ah!... Baby… Bunny girl… Oh, take it, take me… Good lord!”
You laughed at his exclamations, breasts bouncing, body thrumming, moans of your own spilling from you like water. The overstimulation between your legs made you tremble, and you dug your nails into Clark’s back as he made love to you in the deepest and gentlest manner possible… but not slow. He prodded your gut and panted in your ear like an animal, and by his erratic breathing, you knew he was close. You were, too.
“So good, Clark,”
“Baby, you feel so f-fucking good–”
“Did you just curse?”
“Fuck! Honey, I can’t hold it!”
Your eyes nearly popped out as he swore against your neck, plunging his cock as deep as it could go, shaking and whimpering like a dog in heat. The pleasure in your belly was a coiled spring about to snap, and with every thrust, you felt it bursting. “I’m close! Cum with me, Clarkie, please!”
Your words weren’t even necessary. He was already boiling over. Clark trembled and pressed you hard into the mattress, losing control for a second. Your lungs squeezed as he pummeled your hips, milking himself inside your cunt, whimpering pathetically and sinking his teeth into your chest.
“Ah! Clarki–ie– mmf!”
You could feel the unnatural heat inside your womb, and as his heavy weight collapsed on you, it made the shock waves of your own orgasm double down. Being the fourth, it was the best and most debilitating. Your legs jerked as if you lost motor control, and tears pricked your eyes as his thrust turned to shallow ruts, trying to rock you through it.
“Bunny… oh, bunny… oh, jeez…”
You gasped for air as your body sank limp into the sheets. “Ah… are… all first times… that good?”
Clark lifted his heavy puppy head for just a second, and you caught the tail end of his crooked smile. “Only with you.”
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