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There exists, among the younger classes, a curious species of courtship performed not in drawing rooms but before a small ring light and a camera, where every sentiment must be rehearsed, every embrace timed, and every breakfast arranged according to the invisible dictates of an audience.
The lady invariably appears in grey sweatpants of a most penitential cast. The gentleman appears in a hooded garment which seems never to have encountered either tailoring or sensible taste.
They exchange the same tender appellation with unwearied perseverance.
"Babe."
One is forced to conclude their betters have purchased the exclusive rights to every other endearment and our young couple have found themselves unable to afford the licensing fees.
Sweetheart, darling, dearest... all are apparently withheld by Parliament.
They possess only 'babe,' that admirable little economy of four letters and a singular pithy syllable, incapable of overtaxing either the lungs or the imagination. The endearment emerges with such torpid reluctance that one fears articulation may have fallen upon hard times. Or perhaps the English language itself is expiring by degrees.
"BĂ Ă Ă Ă Ă be..."
The ensuing drama concerns a burnt pancake, the incorrect flavour of protein powder, or the gentleman's astonishing inability to locate an object resting in unobstructed view.
The lady rolls her eyes with theatrical chagrin. The gentleman grins as though he hath championed wit itself. Millions rejoice that domestic mediocrity has once more triumphed over silence.
One cannot but admire a generation capable of converting the ordinary act of existing in knitwear into an episodic romance. Had Mr. Darcy possessed a camera and a ring light, he too would undoubtedly have paused midway through "In vain have I struggled" to enquire whether the lighting made his jawline appear sufficiently heroic.
Re: "anticipating one's vows"â What level of sexual contact was permitted (or tolerated) for an engaged couple in the regency era? Are the jokes about shockingly healthy "preemies" born 6-7 months after a wedding accurate? Would that have been somewhat common, or would it be super scandalous?
I know I've answered this question before somewhere but I can't find it. People didn't write these sort of things down, so we just don't know exactly what they did and what would have been common. However, the fake preemies were actually "discovered" using church records, so that's not a joke or rumour, it was reality:
At the end of the sixteenth century, a full quarter of the brides in certain rural English parishes went to the altar already pregnant. The percentage dipped during the Civil Wars and Interregnum (possibly because of issues with record-keeping rather than an actual change in practice), and came back up to about a fifth in the first decades of the eighteenth century, increasing to about forty percent by the end of it and into the nineteenth. (source)
Anyway, it was less likely for the gentry to engage in premarital sex, mostly because the daughters would be better protected, but it must have happened because why else would a woman be perceived as damaged goods if her engagement was broken? Yes, it could be because of her personality, but people are likely also wondering if she crossed that line.
Something else to consider is that engagements were pretty much guaranteed to lead to marriage except in rare cases (in the gentry, which is the class that Austen writes about). Premarital sex in the period between proposal and marriage would probably be seen as less dangerous because of that.
The Regency was also a more permissive era before the crack down of the Victorians, a common trend in history. So that is also a factor.
But yeah, this question can't really be answered because no one was writing down in their diary: "Met with my fiance today, gave him a hand-job and got some cum on my muslin gown. We agreed to remember to bring a bigger handkerchief next time." Except Anne Lister but you know, she wasn't exactly engaged.
Part 2 for âClarkâs super sex problem.â This makes sense if read alone, but would be more satisfying to read part 1 first. Up to you!
Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman 2025) x f reader
Summary:Â Things are going great in your relationship with Clark, but heâs still held back by anxiety over hurting you with sex, specifically his super-powered ejaculation. You help him strengthen his trust of both you and himself so he can finally fully have you.
Tags: smut, virgin ClarkâŠat the start, loss of virginity, p in v, a lot of cum, oral (f and m receiving), humping, finger sucking, light nipple biting, bit of pain play if you squint, super-powered ejaculation, sex negotiation, nervous Clark doesnât want to hurt you, Clark being very emotional and romantic, love confession
Note: POV switches from Reader in the first half to Clark in the second half. Thereâs a â to show where the break happens, but I think itâs pretty obvious.
Word count: 5.5k
Read below or read on AO3
Now that you know heâs Superman, your relationship with Clark is better than ever.Â
So is sex. Mostly because you can be completely open with each other, but the superpowers sure as hell donât hurt either.
One particularly memorable occasion of super-powered sex involves him eating you out while heâs standing and holding you in the air with your hands braced against the ceiling. Heâs holding you up with one big hand curled around your hip, his fingers spread out over your ass, and his other hand is propped behind your back so you donât have to use your own core muscles to hold yourself upright. Your thighs are wrapped tight around his face, knowing you canât suffocate or hurt him, and he is feasting on you, his mouth moving against your cunt like heâs making out with it, fucking his tongue into your drooling hole, nudging his nose against your clit.
You squeeze his head even harder between your thighs when your orgasm crashes down on you, and Clark too is so worked up by it that when he sets you down, you only have to say, âShow me what youâve got, Superman,â and give his cock a few quick tugs before itâs firing off past your hip. Luckily his super strong, super fast ejaculation doesnât encounter anything fragile in its path streaking across the room.
He still thinks youâre one of the things thatâs too fragile for it and wonât come on you. But, heâs much more willing to try sex acts and positions that carry a risk of him doing so accidentally. He lets you suck him off a lot more often, for instance, and lets himself get closer to coming than he used to before he pulls you off and comes in his hands. When he sleeps over and wakes up hard against your ass, you give him the go-ahead to fuck your thighs. And one time, heâs comfortable enough to hump you facing each other, even though this aims his cock toward your face. It feels so good, the weight of his solid body on top of you, his muscled shoulders blocking out your vision so all you can see is him, your whole world.Â
It makes you imagine what it would be like if all you could feel was him too, not just on you but in you, filling every inch. But you donât want to pressure him into doing anything sexual heâs not comfortable with. If non-penetrative sex is as far as you ever go together, youâll be satisfied, as long as Clark is happy and satisfied.Â
But see, thatâs the thingâyouâre not convinced he is satisfied.
Oh, heâs very happy, thatâs for sure. The dimples make their appearance often when heâs with you. You love how he smiles with his whole faceâmouth, cheeks, eyes, every pore alive with joy. He just beams at you.
And heâs definitely enjoying the sex. He babbles about it while heâs going at it, whatever you do togetherâmy gosh sweetheart your mouth is tight, how can you feel so fantastic around me?, ohhh just like that sweet girl, I love this so darn much. His orgasms are intense, and afterwards he grins and huffs out a laugh and says something cute like that was so effing hot or holy moly that felt great.
(For the record, you have heard him curse once, when he got all worked up talking about the #supershit hashtag on social media. Turns out Supermanâs skin is not as impenetrable as you might think.)
ButâŠyouâre pretty sure he still yearns to fuck you. Like, the time he was driving his cock through your thighs, his cock sliding along the outside of your cunt, and mumbled, âIâm so close, could slip inside so easily.â Or the time he was kneeling between your legs fingering you, and you saw how he was staring at your cunt with raw longing, and then murmured, as if to himself, âFeels so good inside. Wish I could go deeper.â
So yeah, satisfied is not exactly what you would call Clark.
Thatâs the only reason why you decide to openly confront his sexual boundaries, for his sake. You still wonât pressure him, but thereâs a difference between pressuring someone into something they donât want to do and encouraging someone into something they want but are scared to do.
âI think we should test what it feels like to get hit when you super-shoot,â you tell him, using the silly name that youâve given to his super-powered ejaculation. You figure that knowing whether it hurts is the first step toward knowing whether and how you can have intercourse.
The suggestion to test it seems to take him by surpriseâhe blinks a couple times and takes a second to respond. âI donât want to hurt you.â
âBut thatâs the problemâwe donât actually know if it does hurt.â
âExactlyâit might. Iâm not willing to take that risk with you.â
âClark,â you say gently as you pick up his hand, rubbing your palm over his. âI've seen you super-shoot like 20 times andââ
â14 times.â
âYou know the exact count?â
He shrugs. âEvery time has been special to me.â
You get that mushy warm feeling in your chest that happens a whole lot when Clarkâs around, and just have to stroke his cheek. âYou're special, you know that?â
He smiles, and slots his mouth over yours, and for a moment you get caught up in the feel of his lips and tongue, but then pull yourself out of his kisses. âNo distracting me, handsome; let me say what I was going to say.â
Clark keeps his mouth shut and just looks at you like an obedient puppy, ready to hear whatever you want to tell him. Which is so cute and sweet that it's distracting all over again, curse him. But you try to ignore how stupidly kissable he looks and keep talking.
You explain that although the force of him coming is powerful, it's not like he's ever dented or broken anything with it, so you doubt it's capable of injuring you.
âI broke the glass, remember?â he points out.
He's already told you the story of how he discovered his super-powered ejaculation, when he was 12 and accidentally shot down a glass of water with it.
âThe floor broke the glass; your cum just pushed it. And I'm not made of glass.â
He sighs. âYou're right. I know that. And I'm probably being too paranoid, butâŠâ He looks away from you, his eyes going distant, then stands to wander a few steps across the room, arms folded across his chest.
âWhen I was eight, I wanted to join the Little League team, but my parents didn't think it was a good idea. They trusted me to tone down my abilities, I was already good at that, but thought it wouldn't be fair to the other kids, since I would be giving myself the exact level of ability in baseball that I wanted. Like, if I wanted to make myself appear to be the third best, I could limit myself to do that, but that would be unfair to the kid who really was the third best who I was knocking down to fourth, you know?â
You nod and keep listening. He starts slowly pacing again.
âAnyway, I didn't get it then, just got mad they wouldn't let me play. So I went outside to throw a tennis ball at the side of the houseâI did that when I was mad back then. Ma came out, and she was talkinâ to me, but I wouldn't listen, just kept throwing and catching that ball.â
His throat bobs as he swallows hard. âBut then, the ball must have hit an uneven spot in the bricks, just enough so that it didn't fly straight back to me, it veered to the side and hit Ma in the side of the head. I hadn't been throwing it at anything close to my full power, thank goodness, but I was still throwing it hard, and it knocked her down.â He rubs both hands over his eyes, like heâs scrubbing away the picture formed by the memory.
âGolly was I scared! Luckily it didn't knock her out, but Pa took her to the hospital to make sure she didn't have a concussion. My gosh, how I cried. She got this huge goose egg on the side of her head, and I know it was painful because she was taking aspirin for a few days for headaches when she thought I wasn't looking. She didn't want me to feel guilty, see. But I did feel guilty. It was an accident, but it was still my fault.â
âOh Clark, honey. I'm so sorry you had to go through that when you were such a little kid. I can imagine how upset you must have been. OrâŠmaybe still are?â
He shakes his head and comes back to the couch to sit across from you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. âIâm okay. Iâve forgiven myself for it a long time ago, itâs not like itâs some big traumatic event still torturing me, but it did make me even more determined never to hurt anyone innocent with my powers.â
âI understand,â you say gently. âBut you do see how an accident is different than what Iâm willingly consenting to, right?â
He sighs. âYeah, I get that, I do, Iâm just selfish.â You think thatâs probably the most ludicrous thing Clark has ever said, but donât want to interrupt him at a time like this. âEven if you are okay with the risk, I donât want to feel that guilt and fear again that comes from hurting someone.â
He straightens up to look more directly into your eyes, his gaze steady. âEspecially someone I love. Like you. I just love you so much.â
Your breath gets stuck in your chest as it squeezes tight and fills with warmth. Staring back at Clark, you're surprised he doesn't look nervous at all. He's completely collected, like this is the easiest thing in the world, confessing his love for you, like your answer doesnât even matter because he knows what his feelings are and they wonât change. And you get it, actually, because you feel just as settled and certain in your feelings for him. âI love you too,â you tell him back.
You watch the contented look on his face morph into one of pure joy, eyes crinkling up, dimples coming out guns blazing. âOh gosh, sweetheart,â he breathes as he cups your neck and gently pulls your mouth to his, smiling into the tender kiss, just the same as you.
His big hands smooth over your body as you kiss each other, like heâs mapping out how every part of you feels, like every part of you is precious to him. You want to feel more of him too, slowly sliding your hands under his shirt until he breaks away just long enough to pull it off. His muscles twitch under your exploring fingers, and soon heâs tugging at your clothes as well.
Before long, youâre both bare and breathing hard, the affectionate warmth that started this now built into open flame, hungry heat rushing through your blood. You swing your leg over his thick thighs and crowd yourself up against his body as you hold his face and kiss him hard. His cock is trapped between you, impossibly rigid, and you tilt your hips up to grind your cunt along it. âSâokay?â you pant.
âYes, please,â he gasps, his voice so raw, needy. âWant to feel you close. I love you.â
Your heart squeezes, belly flips, hips roll. âIâm here, baby. Love you so much.â
He groans and tightens his hands on your hips to help you as you grind hard against the underside of his cock. His head dips, wet warmth surrounding your nipple as he takes it into his mouth, swirling his tongue, sucking. âBite,â you tell him, and he does, the barest press of his teeth, probably the most miniscule amount of force he can use, but enough to give a nice pinch that sends a jolt through your nerves. âOh shit, yes, thatâs good.â
Encouraged, he gets a bit rougher, switching over to the other nipple to bite it too, pull on it with his lips, pinch it, all while you moan encouragements at him. Clark lifts you up so your clit rubs more directly against his cockhead and takes over on thrusting up against you, steadily tightening the coil of pleasure in your gut on each pass. You hold onto his shoulders, his muscles tensed and bulging, and you know itâs not with the effort of holding youâthatâs nothingâbut the strain of holding himself back. It would be effortless for him to slip into you and fuck you like this, and just thinking about that is enough to make you go wild.
âSo close, donât stop!â you cry.
âNever,â he promises. âAlways gonna make you feel good, never stopping.â
Your orgasm crashes over you, and Clark drops you back into his lap so you can shove up against him as tightly as possible to ride out the pleasure coursing through your veins. âYes, my sweet girl, thatâs good,â he murmurs as you tremble all over and squeeze your arms around his neck.
When the pulsing inside you stops, you start rolling your hips against his cock again, even though youâre sensitive from just coming. Clark grunts and gently thrusts up against your puffy, hot cunt. In just a few more thrusts, youâve both fallen back into an intense rhythm, fast drags over slick flesh, wet sounds and harsh breaths filling the room.
âI want you to come like this, in between us, on both of us,â you tell him.
He moans your name, high-pitched with need and anxiety both. âI don't know if I can.â
You cradle his cheeks in both of your hands. âI trust you, Clark, just like I trusted you to bite me. You didnât hurt me. You wonât hurt me. Trust me now.â
He stares back at you, his chest heaving. The curls on his forehead flop when he nods, giving you permission, giving you the trust you asked for. You kiss him, partially in thanks, partially to distract him from overthinking this and making himself too nervous to come. Whimpers fall from his lips, but you swallow them up. Your hands wander over his skin, soothing even while the strong rolls of your hips excite.
âOh!â he cries out suddenly. âOh shiâIâm going toââ
You hold onto his head to press his mouth back to yours, and even though he could easily break out of your hold and push you off him, he doesnâtâ
And then you feel it, the first shot of his cum rocketing up out of his cock, striking the underside of your breast and making it fly up like you jumped without a bra on, but you donât flinch or pull back, you keep kissing Clark as the rest of his spurts follow in quick succession, hitting the underside of your chin, your breasts, skimming across your belly, all while Clark is gasping into your mouth.
The instant his cock stops throbbing, he jerks your body away, down his thighs to get space between you. His eyes are wide and wild, and you quickly say, âIâm fine Clark, Iâm totally fine, see? You didnât hurt me, Iâm fine.â
He pulls you sharply back against him in a crushing hug. âOh my gosh, sweetheart. Okay. Youâre okay.â
You pet and reassure him for another minute, until the trembling stops and his arms loosen, then sit back enough to see his face. âIt didnât hurt at all?â he asks.
âIt felt likeâŠwhen you snap a rubber band against your wrist, you know?â
âNo, I don't know what that feels like,â Clark says patiently.
âOh yeah. Well, itâs like a quick sting, a flash of pain when it hits but then itâs immediately over.â
He frowns. âSo it did hurt.â
âThat doesnât mean that itâs bad. Biting my nipples hurt a little bit, but I still liked it, because itâs exciting. When you came, I didnât really like when it hit the underside of my breast,â you tell him truthfully, âjust because it made it fly up, like running without a bra onâthatâs uncomfortable. But hitting my chin and belly, that was an exciting kind of quick, mild pain.â
Youâre both still coated in his cum, and you swipe some off your chin to suck it off your finger. Itâs the first time youâve ever tasted his cum, and you moan at the delicious, unique flavor as well as the knowledge that itâs alien semen. It feels taboo. Clarkâs gaze is intense as he watches you taste him.
âI thought it was exciting too,â he admits. âScary, but exciting.â
âI could tell you were excited. You almost said âshit.ââ
He gets a bashful look on his face. âUm, yeahâŠâ
You chuckle. âGosh youâre cute.â
He raises his eyebrows. âGosh?â
âYouâre rubbing off on me. Whatâs the opposite of corruption? Purification? Youâre purifying me.â
He drags a finger through the cum on your belly and brings it up to your mouth, where you eagerly suck it in, licking it clean and hollowing your cheeks around it. âYou donât look very pure right now,â he says in a low voice.
âMmm,â you hum in agreement around his finger, before he removes it, swipes up more cum on two fingers, and presses them both into your mouth, sliding them gently back and forth over your tongue.
A few minutes later, youâre on your back on the couch while he feeds his dick into your mouth, standing above you with one leg braced on the back cushions. He fucks your face while you strum your clit to the sound of his praises. You come when he tells you how much he loves you.
Right after, he pulls out to quickly ask you where you want him to come, and you beg him to do it on your belly. As he aims his dick there, he looks nervous but excited, like someone about to ride a rollercoaster, jittery-scared and happy at once, and then his cum is shooting onto your skin, adding to the remnants of his first load still painted on you. You jolt and shout âFuck!â when it hits you, but the sting is thrilling, not unpleasant.
You spend the next week experimenting with him coming on you in various places to see what feels alright and where the line is. The good news is that, even though your face, breasts, and vulva are too sensitive, you can handle it on other parts of your body, provided he doesn't shoot every single spurt in the same exact spot, which smarts, though it never leaves a bruise or anything. The bad news is that this means that it will probably hurt for him to come inside you, with his spurts battering against your cervix in quick succession.Â
But it also means that if he did accidentally start coming inside you, it wouldn't actually injure you. Clark is cautiously encouraged by this, but still a little nervous about not pulling out in time. You donât get itâhe has super speed, as you point out.
âThatâs exactly it,â he says as you putter around the kitchen together, cleaning up dinner. âI can't necessarily beat the speed of my own body. And, uh, I've never been inside anyone before, and I know guys sometimes get overwhelmed and, you know, go off too soon their first time.â
âThat's ordinary guys, not you. Every second of your life is about controlling yourself. That is probably your greatest superpower: self-control.â
He gets his arms around you. âMaybe so, but you make me malfunction. Youâre my greatest weakness.â
âI thought that was Kryptonite.â
He snorts. âOh geez, that's the cheesiest joke you've ever made.â
âWhat, and âyouâre my greatest weaknessâ isnât cheesy?â
He laughs and picks you up to set you on the kitchen counter, wedging himself between your spread thighs. âI guess weâre well-matched,â he says, then kisses you sweetly. How the man of steel is able to make his lips feel so pillowy soft is beyond you.
You smile at him when you break the kiss. âI love you, Clark. I'm not going to pressure you into something you don't want. I just want you to trust yourself, the same way that I trust you. I don't want you to be scared of your own body. You should trust it, and enjoy it fully.â
He drops his forehead against yours. âOkay,â he breathes.
âOkay?â
âIâll trust myself to pull out in time. I want to make love to you.â
Giddy excitement bubbles up. âRight now?â
He pulls your hand to the bulge in his pants, so hard that you can't believe he hasn't ripped free. âI can't wait any longer.â
âââ
Heâs really going to do it: have sex. Sex sex.
Despite the excitement that is already dancing around inside him, heâs deliberate and careful as he carries you to his bedroom and undresses you. If he doesnât want to lose control later, he needs to keep a tight leash on it now.
Youâre not as patientâwhen he tries to lick you to prepare you for his cock, you urge him to skip it and just fuck you already.
âIf we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right,â he says firmly. âI'm not taking any chances with you.â
âYou're rightâsorry baby. We'll do whatever makes you feel comfortable.â
He smiles at you as he smooths a hand over your belly. âDon't apologize. I'm flattered you want me that badly.â
He pumps you with his fingers while he laps at your clit, and even though he's done this plenty of times before, this time is different. Itâs not purely pleasure, it's preparation, because it isnât only coming inside you that he worries will hurt you, itâs the stretch of his cock itself. He gives you a third finger for the first time ever, and he doesnât let up until heâs wrung two orgasms out of you and left you thoroughly limp, your pussy all pliant for him.
He finally feels ready to rise to his knees, wiping his chin with his hand. His dick is jutting straight out, hovering over your groin, too heavy with its own bulk to point up despite how hard he is. âYou want me inside you?â His voice is pitched deep, more like his fake Clark Kent voice than his real one, and rough as gravel.
âYes, if you're ready for it, yes please.â You sound so polite, even though his super senses tell him youâre a riotous mess inside, and itâs so gosh darn sweet how youâre trying to keep your passion in check and go slow to accommodate his anxieties.
âIâm ready.â He breathes out, positions himself at the threshold of your beckoning heat, his wet tip kissing your wet hole. Thereâs nothing between you, nothing to stop him from joining his body to yours, only himselfâand heâs not going to stop himself this time. Instead, he shifts his hips forward to start sliding home.
Instantly your folds part for him and begin to coat him in your intoxicating warmth. He stares straight down at it, mesmerized at how youâre opening with no resistance, even though you feel impossibly tight. âO-oh-h,â judders out of him. âOh g-gosh, ohhh.â
He edges forward, his cock steadily urging your soft lips apart, your silky channel clinging close around each inch he gives you. Pressure builds in his gut as he works to fill you with the most personal part of himself, a part he has never given to anyone before, not like this. He feels vulnerable, but not scared, not with you. Heâs trusting you with this precious moment.
Because yeah, virginity may be fake, but to Clark, who thought heâd never be able to connect with someone in this most primally human of ways, this moment is truly a life-altering milestone.
Heâs not a virgin anymore, and to Clark, thatâs real, that matters.
He bottoms out inside your pussy before his entire length is quite inside you, but he doesnât careâthe sensation is already phenomenal, to be so tightly enveloped in the body of the person he loves. He stills, and finally lifts his head from where heâs been staring at himself disappearing into you to look at your face. He feels dazed. âIâm inside you,â he murmurs.
You smile warmly at him. âYeah, youâre inside me. Howâs it feel?â
You flash a brilliant smile at him, and he blinks a couple times as he suddenly realizes he hasnât been paying attention to how it feels to you. âOh but youâare you alright, Iâm not hurting you?â
âNo, baby, it doesnât hurt. You feel perfect inside me.â
He takes hold of your hips. âYeah, itâs perfect,â he breathes. âGolly! Itâs not just the tightness, itâs feeling so close to you, the connection, itâsâŠâ He pulls his hips back a tiny amount, then nudges them forward again, like heâs testing out the connection, making sure itâs real. â...oh gosh, thereâs nothing like this.â
But as good as it feels, thereâs an instinct screaming at him for more. A tremor runs through his body. âI gotta moveâcan I move, sweetheart?â he pleads.
âOf courseâfuck me, Clark.â
He trembles, moansâhe never thought heâd get to hear someone say that, or at least, not be able to oblige them if they did say it. But now he canâheâs pulling back in long glides that leave only his tip in, then smoothly sliding back into your velvety depths, again and again. Each stroke drags along your walls so snugly that he knows heâs stretching you to your limits, yet he hasnât hurt you, your sweet moans telling him of your pleasure.
âOh my gosh,â he gasps again as he falls into a slow but steady rhythm. âYou're so tight, can't believe you're taking me.â
âYeah, God, youâre so fucking big, feels so full, so good,â you moan.
âYeah? Iâm doinâ good?â
âYeah baby, so good. Câmere.â
He lowers himself so you can take hold of his cheeks to kiss him. He can taste the thank you in the kiss, its affectionate warmth just adding to the unity he feels from having part of himself inside your body.
Laid over you like this, his long thrusts naturally shorten, turning into more of a sinuous roll of his hips against yours. He wants you to move with him, so he takes hold of your thighs and hefts them up over his hips, encouraging you to lock your feet behind his back.
âAre you sure?â you ask. âDonât want my legs in the way if you need to pull back suddenly.â
A fresh bloom of grateful warmth fills his chest. âIâll be alright, sweetheart.â The pleasure is intense, but he trusts himself to keep it from consuming him to the point that heâd lose control. âWanna feel you closer.â
Your feet squeeze at the small of his back, and he wraps his arms under your shoulders so he can plaster himself even tighter to you, burying his face in your hair while you nuzzle into his chest. It feels like heâs even deeper now, your hot pussy sucking him in, hanging on tight just like the rest of you, refusing to let go every time he pulls back.
All the sounds that he normally has to tune out fade away on their own, so that all he can hear is you, your pretty whimpering sighs, the rush of your blood, the wet sound of your cunt.
Making love to you feels like sunlight. Feeding him, giving him exactly what he needs, what he's been starved for, sinking into his bones and blood, sustaining and strengthening and making him whole.
Heâs still in control, but wow is it heady, this sense of soul-deep unity, flooding his mind and loosening his tongue to mumble tangled praises into your hair. âI love this, beinâ inside you, so deep inside you, itâsânngh, golly you feel great, never wanna stop, love this, love you sâmuch.â
You clench around him, say âI love you too,â and those two things right there, combined, oh theyâre so good they almost undo him. His hips stutter, cock throbs, a whine spills from his mouth as he wrestles back the desire to unleash himself.
In a flash he unwraps his arms from you to plant his hands beside your head. âNeed you to come,â he gasps. âPlease, sweetheart, wanna feel it, I c-canâtâIâm, Iâ.â
You pull one of his hands off the mattress to place it on your cunt. His fingers slide over your stretched, soaked lips, feeling his cock pumping in and out of you, making him whimper. But this is about you nowâhe shifts his fingers to rub tight circles over your clit, driving you towards climax while you mewl and gasp praise at him.
And thenâthere! âOh fuck!â he shouts at the moment it hits youâitâs seismic, the feel of you going off while heâs buried inside, shaking him to his core, rattling every cell of his body. Because youâre clamping all around his cock, the impossible tightness of your cunt somehow grown even tighter, making him feel even more connected to you, your bodies bound up together seamlessly. Heâs so close to the edge himself, but he holds on by his teethâhe canât pull out yet, canât possibly leave the embrace of your cunt when you feel like this.
So he fucks you through it, still driving deep and steady even as you come, relishing how you cry out so beautifully for him, waiting for the pulses in your cunt to slow and your eyes to flutter back open and meet his. âI love when you come,â he whispers, and you smile around a sigh.
You lift your hands to push through his limp curls. âNow itâs your turn. Take what you need from me and come.â
All he needs is one last kiss. He ducks his head to take it, his tongue curling through your lips, sweet and gratefulâpressure building beneath his balls, hot, unstoppableâpulls away from your mouth to sit up and slide his cock free of your body, angles it over your bellyâand the pressure breaks.
The feeling of release is glorious! Cum rockets out of his cock with just as much force as always, striking your skin, but heâs not watching it, heâs watching your face, making sure youâre okay. You look awed, thrilled, squealing as he paints you white in streak after powerful streak, twisting his hips so each lands in a slightly different spot.
The second the last one is out, he snatches you up from the bed to crush you in his arms and kiss you fiercely, grinning at the same time. You laugh into the kiss, and laugh again when he breaks the kiss just to start peppering small ones all over your face and neck.
âWe did it,â he says between kisses. âThank you. Thank you. Thank you.â
âYou were perfect,â you say, and he stops kissing to smile at you.
âCouldnât have done it without you.â
You laugh. âWell yeah, obviously!â
Heâs laughing too. âI mean, you made me strong enough to do it, to get past my fear. You made me brave, helped me trust myself, and you were so patient with me. Gosh, sweetheart, Iâm so thankful to have you.â
Your eyes are all crinkled up from how big your smile is. âEven though Iâve corrupted you?â
He frowns, puzzled. âWhat? Sex isnât immoral.â
âNo no no, I mean, you said âfuckâ while we were having sex.â
âI did? Gee, I donât even remember that.â
âSeriously?â you laugh. âOh my god, you must have been so gone.â
He turns around to lower you both onto the bed again. âI was. I told you, youâre my greatest weakness. Being inside you was mind-blowing.â
Heâs already growing hard again talking about it, having your cum-drenched body pressed up against his, seeing how gorgeous you look post-sex with your hair all mussed up and skin glowing.
Your hand wanders down to find his sticky, swelling cock. âWant to do it again, then?â
He accepts. After all, he just now lost his virginityâhe has yearsâ worth of catching up to do.
A/N: Next hurdle for the future: figuring out how to make babies?
Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and inspire me to keep writing!
Thanks for all the kind comments on part 1 that motivated me to write part 2! And thank you to @leighrobertsreads for the helpful beta read!
Iâd also love to connect with other people in the fandom since Iâm new to this one, so send me a message if you want to chat about Clark, writing, or whatever!
If you like stories with Clark freaking out over the possibility of hurting you, I recommend ââCause you just want it so muchâ by @barnesdreamcatcher. And also this Beast/Belle fic by me, which obviously is not Clark Kent, but same vibe of overpowered non-human big guy who is scared of his own body hurting his much smaller girlfriend during sexy times.
Final Clark-isms tally:
Gosh = 9 / Golly = 4 / Darn = 2 / Geez = 1 / Gee = 1 / Effing = 1 / Holy moly = 1 / Thank goodness = 1
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A take on Lizzie telling the story of Darcy slighting her "with great spirit among her friends", in this case her beloved Jane. Because what Elizabeth would pass up such an opportunity to show off her own wit and lovingly tease her sister?
âShe is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me.â
Janeâs eyes were wide with dismay, uncomforted by the mirth sparkling in those of her sister. âOh my dear Lizzy,â she exclaimed. âSurely that was not what he said. I cannot believe it of him; so very genteel a man, and Mr Bingley spoke so highly of him.â
âDid he?â returned Elizabeth, in high glee. âBut I have not done! For Mr Darcy had not done at that time, but went on to say that he was in no humour to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men!â
âNay, Lizzy!â Jane protested, very near real distress. âIt cannot be so. Is it not possible for you to have misheard him? There was such a crowd that evening, and the violins played with such spirit.â
Elizabeth shook her head and said with affected reproach: âYou wish me to doubt my own senses, which is very ungenerous of you. And may I say, very misguided too, for if you go on as you are, you will be forced to deny the same credit to what I overhead Mr Bingley say about you.â
A touch of heightened colour came into Janeâs cheeks. âWhatever could Mr Bingley have had to say about me?â
âSomething far better worth listening to than what his friend had to say,â Elizabeth said archly. âAnd certainly more astute, for I heard him declare that you were the most beautiful creature he ever beheld.â
A flush of deep crimson passed over Janeâs features and for a moment she was unable to meet even the gaze of her favourite sister. Elizabeth waited, smiling in sisterly pride and keen enjoyment, until Jane began modestly:
âIf he truly did say such a thing, I am sureââ
âYou may depend upon it that he did,â Elizabeth interrupted her in high spirits. âI heard every word. Shall I give you the whole exchange? Except I shall not do Mr Bingley justice, I am sure. He said first that he had never met with so many pleasant girls in his life as he had that evening, to which Mr Darcy replied: You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the roomâthere, Jane, now you must believe me, for I would not have allowed him to say anything so near the truth if I had been inventingâand then Mr Bingley returned: Oh, she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld!â
âYou take delight in confusing me,â Jane protested, looking as red as her roses.
âI do indeed,â said Elizabeth, affectionately linking her arm with hers. âAlmost as much as I delight in complimenting you.â
Middle guy is Ken from Toy Story 3, though I feel like Ken would prefer the yellow. Still, he's making the best of the outfit he got put in and looking fabulous as always đ
One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work thatâs just. Devastating. Like youâre sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Letâs do it.
This has literally nothing to do with anything I post on my blog- but I'm taking a film appreciation course right now and one of the movies he have to watch is, "It Happened One Night," and old 1934 romcom that I have absolutely fallen in love with it . And now I need, I. NEED. someone more talented than me to make a an edit of them to pushing it down and praying at the one, "he is stable // you are deep" part with Ellie and King then Ellie and Peter. Guys please.
Like it's crazy how much I have fallen in love with this movie and the characters, please go watch this movie if you can!!
Frank Churchillâs Murder Plan (aka my completely insane but mostly possible emma theory)
Go to Highbury, where Jane <3 currently is. Introduce yourself as the son of a respected gentleman with no connection to Jane <3 other than a passing previous meeting. Be quickly established as charming and fun, but (and this is crucial) let more critical people think youâre a little bit dumb.
Get a rapport going with Patty, the Batesâs cook. Make sure she likes you enough to let you into the kitchen whenever, and make sure you can trust her not to tell her employers when sheâs seen you. Do this by convincing her to keep the delivery of a whole ass piano a secret from Jane <3.
Go back and forth between Enscombe and Randalls more frequently than you need to. Make everyone (especially dad) think youâd love to spend more time in Highbury, but youâre just at Aunt Churchillâs total beck and call. Try your best to hide the letters from Dad and your cool new stepmom, so they wonât notice when you go to Enscombe without a letter.
After a bit of back and forth, go to Enscombe one final time and kill Aunt Churchill. Sheâs already pretty sick, so just buy some rat poison in Highbury, befriend their cook like you did Patty, sneak it into her dinner and say she has a newer, more serious symptom. No one will suspect a thing, least of all your loving parents or your weak-willed uncle.
At some point, Jane <3 might follow through on her threat to break off the engagement and start applying for governess postings. If this happens, sneak back to Highbury for a bit and use Pattyâs trust of you to get into the kitchen. When youâre there, give Jane <3 a small dose of the poison you gave Aunt Churchill to buy yourself time. She canât go to Maple Grove, sheâs too sick.
Ask Uncle Churchill for his consent to marry Jane <3, break the news to the people of Highbury and live a happy life as a free man without consequences. Keep Patty in your good graces, and hope to god that George Knightley never decides to become a detective
Too tired from traveling to really review Persuasion, but it was constantly on my mind how much Anne was like...luggage as an (assumed) old maid. I would have hated to be an upper class spinster; if your family sucks then you're just alone and have nothing to do and can't pick anything. She never got to even decide where she'd be going, people were just shipping her around to various people's houses because they couldn't toss her out on the street. She couldn't even use any transportation on her own, if she wasn't bumming a ride with someone already going somewhere she had to walk.
But rememberâher sister Elizabeth is an upper class spinster, and no one is treating her that way. Elizabeth gets to control where she goes, not to as great an extent as a man, but just about as much as a married woman would. Elizabeth is consulted by her father on travel, housing, furniture, finances, etc. She gets to make decisions about her own life. So the problem is not really that Anne is an upper class spinster, it's just that her family doesn't like her. Which is gonna be a problem for a woman of any age and marital status.
