summary: you and ryland finally have your first date, so when he takes you home, you give him the house tour
warning: SMUT MDNI 18+ only beyond this point please and thank you, porn with plot, shameless flirting, swearing, sloppy making out, nudity, couch blowjob, the glasses stay on!, protected sex bc condoms are sexy!, soft dom!ryland(?), two rounds, cowgirl, furniture breaking, wall sex, biting, clit stimulation, fingering, multiple orgasms, one use of good girl, cum tasting, missionary, soft sex, praise kink for both parties, a little bit of cockwarming, aftercare
note: i’ve never written smut before, so if this is arse, i apologise profusely
word count: 8.3k
the first time you met ryland grace, he was stumbling around the corridors of grover cleveland middle school, his arms filled with books and papers, and he was struggling to get into his classroom. one of your friends was also a science teacher at cleveland middle and you’d gone to help her decorate her classroom for the coming year. you never expected to see a cute, fumbling science teacher that same day.
“do you need a hand?” you called over, walking towards him and away from your friend. he stopped moving completely, the books and papers half way down his body as he made a feeble attempt at trying to stop them falling on to the floor. he looked up at you over the top of his glasses before mumbling something under his breath.
“oh, erm, thank you, that would be great.” he finally replied, watching as you got closer to him and grabbed a handful of papers that were closest to the floor. ryland fumbled over the last few, managing to hold them better before grabbing his door handle and opening it for you.
“on my desk is perfect.” he nodded towards it, letting you walk ahead of him as to not let the door hit you; they automatically closed slowly, but ryland’s been caught out by them far too many times.
after placing the papers down, you looked around at the classroom. it was a similar set up to your friend’s but the decorations were another level. there was a whole solar system on the ceiling, diagrams covered the walls and experiments filled the tabletops around the edge of the room.
“wow, this room is…” you started, looking over everything once again before turning back to him. he was already looking at you. “it’s amazing…”
“mr grace-ryland grace, sorry,” he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head as he looked away from you and glanced at the floor. “it’s gotten to be a habit.”
you giggled at his reaction, giving him your own name in return. “i’m sure there are worst habits to have.”
a silence settled between you then, neither of you sure of what to say or do now that you’d helped him out and were just lingering in his classroom. you alternated inbetween looking at him and glancing around his classroom, watching as he started to organise the things on his desk - and watch you when he thought you weren’t looking (you definitely were).
“so are you-”
“how long-”
“sorry,” you laughed as ryland blushed slightly, the confidence he’d just built up slowly dissipating. “you go first.”
“are you new to the school?” he asked, sitting down in his chair and began to wheel back and forth behind his desk. “i haven’t seen you before.”
“oh, i’m rachel’s friend,” you explained, pointing towards the direction of her classroom. “i was helping her decorate her classroom and i was just about to head out before i saw you.”
ryland nodded as he listened to you, shuffling around his desk before saying, “ms jordan is a friend of mine, too. i’m surprised we haven’t met before.”
“oh, really?” you tilted your head slightly. ryland nodded his head before turning back to his desk. “i’m surprised we haven’t met either. i feel like she may have been worried that i’d develop a crush on her cute colleague.”
your words made ryland stop moving once more. he froze with his arms in the air, a stack of books in his hands which were now becoming heavy, but he couldn’t bring himself to put them down. after a minute or two, he moved just his head to look at you, his mouth parted as he looked at you over his glasses once more.
“me?” he asked quietly, finally putting the books down to point at himself, a pen still in his hand.
“you.” you replied, matching his tone.
“oh,” he nodded and pursed his lips, looking away from you once more. “oh.” you just shrugged with a teasing smile on your face.
shortly after that, rachel came to find you and scold you for leaving her to finish decorating (even though it was her own classroom). if she noticed the blush on ryland’s face or the tension in the room between the two of you, she didn’t say anything.
in the following weeks, you seemed to see ryland more and more, either out with your small group of friends (that ryland hadn’t really been out with before), or at school when you’d gone to see rachel or help her out with something. you two grew closer and closer, playing a fun game of you flirting with ryland just to see his cheeks flush and his words stutter.
your friends noticed, muttering to each other while you were out about how you two acted around each other. rachel brought it up one night, both of you a few drinks deep, after ryland had gotten up to go to the bathroom.
“you do realise the affect you have on him, right?” she leaned close to you, watching you as you watched ryland walk away. only when he left your sight did you turn to her.
“what do you mean?” you asked, genuinely confused. of course, you knew that you teased him and made him blush, but that was the game you played together. he did it back, albeit not as much as you.
“what do i mean?” she laughed, glancing around to see a couple of your other friends looking at you now. “you guys have been flirting for months and neither of you are yet to do anything.”
“we’re just friends, it’s how we’ve been since we met!” you argued a little too passionately. “oh, and can i just say, i think you were hiding him from me because you knew how well we’d get along.”
“no, i didn’t want you two to meet because i knew this would happen.”
“what?”
“you and him acting like this,” rachel said, almost glaring at you as you maintained an innocent expression. “he’s exactly your type and i knew you’d basically be all over him-”
“i’m not all over him-”
“-and you’d flirt and tease him without it going anywhere. and honestly, he deserves more than that.”
“what are you saying?” you asked, an offended expression on your face as you took in her words.
“i’m saying, you both deserve to be happy. i know you like him, and he likes you, but you’ve got to stop tormenting the poor guy.”
her words hit you deep, making you realise what you’d been doing. of course, he was attractive and it was fun to mess around with him, but you thought it was just a game. it wasn’t for you, and he never said any different.
ryland came back seconds after that with two drinks in his hands. he placed one in front of you as he slid on to the seat next to you, completely oblivious to the conversation you’d just had. rachel had turned away from you, joining another conversation that had been happening while you were arguing about - discussing - ryland.
you thanked him softly, listening in as he started to talk to one of your friends opposite him. for the rest of the night, you were fairly quiet, perking up to join in the conversation every so often and tease ryland, but less so than usual. if he noticed, he didn’t say anything, keeping an arm wrapped around the back of your chair like usual.
he did notice.
it had been four months after you met when ryland finally asked you out to dinner, and you couldn’t have been happier. admittedly, you had been waiting for him to make the first move, but you would have done it if the dancing around each other went on too long.
so, the friday night after ryland had asked you out, you were sat in a booth at a local diner, deciding to just have something fun and casual as your first date since you already knew each other well. it was busy, but not too bad, the buzz of the diner made it feel more like a date as you shared your food and chatted away to each other.
neither of you stopped laughing, enjoying each other’s company like usual and you talked about everything. after your dishes had been cleared from your table and ryland had ordered a dessert for you to share, he went quiet. his hands were in his lap, fingers twiddling and rubbing against each other as he worked up the courage.
“what’s wrong?” you asked when he had been quiet for too long.
“i wanted to ask you about the other week, you know, when we were out with everyone and you got quiet.” he voice was soft as he spoke, looking up at you over his glasses as he tugged at the back of his head. “what happened when i was in the bathroom?”
“oh, god.” you mumbled, your head falling into your hands as you remembered exactly what happened.
“what? was it that bad?” he asked with concern lacing his voice, a hand reaching out to grab your wrist softly.
“no, well yes, but-it was…” you started, pulling away from your hands to look at him again. god, he looked so handsome in this light. “rachel said that she didn’t introduce us to each other because she knows that you’re my type and that i would flirt with you and tease you without it ‘going anywhere’ and that you didn’t deserve that.”
“but i-”
“and she said that we both deserve to be happy, i just needed to ask you out, or stop tormenting you, or whatever. and i was going to ask you! but i wanted you to make the first move, i just didn’t realise how long it would be, and-”
“hey, shh, it’s okay,” ryland reassured you, grabbing both of your hands in his as they swallowed your own. he was so big. “i just wanted to make sure you were okay, you didn’t seem yourself and i got worried.”
“no, no, i’m okay,” you nodded, shifting to lean forward onto the edge of the table. “definitely okay now.” you smiled at him, watching as his face mirrored your own.
“how about we have dessert and i can take you home?” he asked, his voice sweet and deep as his thumb rubbed over your skin.
“that sounds great.” you agreed, reluctantly pulling away from him as your food got placed on the table. both of you muttered a ‘thank you’ to the server, picking up your spoons whilst giggling.
ryland called a cab not long after that, both of you standing outside the diner as you waited for what seemed like ages. as you waited and talked more, you stood as close as possible to him without wanting to make him uncomfortable. yes, you’d touched each other before and you were very comfortable around him, but you didn’t want to overstep.
he noticed (of course he did) how shy you were suddenly being about touching him, so he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. your hands circled his waist, delving under his blazer to feel the warmth of his torso.
the cab arrived and ryland let you in first, immediately pulling you into his side after you were buckled in. he had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close as one of your hands rested on his thigh and the other travelled across the expanse of his chest. you talked and giggled into his ear, most definitely annoying the driver, but you couldn’t have cared less.
you finally had ryland in your arms and you wanted nothing more than to take him home and have him in every way you’ve ever wanted.
ryland insisted on paying for the cab (as well as having bought dinner), so you let him with no arguments. he took your hand and walked you to your front door, only letting go so you could grab your keys and unlock it.
“so,” you started, turning to look at him, “are you coming in, or what?” you asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes as ryland stood like a statue on your doorstep. your left hand was stretched out towards him, and he was hesitant in taking it. not because he didn’t like you, it was almost that he liked you too much that he didn’t want to ruin anything.
as you had done for the past few months, you had teased him incessantly the whole night, and ryland had been half hard since leaving the restaurant. feeling your warm hands all over him and your sweet words being whispered into his ear in the cab ride over almost tipped him over the edge. and now you were here, asking him so nicely to come inside with you, and he would be a fool to say no.
so, he nodded, reaching forward to grab your outstretched hand only to be pulled forward through your door and pushed up against it instantly once it had closed. you hands were on him, pushing open the grey blazer he had worn so you could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt against your hands.
ryland’s hands caught your hips as he fell backwards, the shock of being against the door fading quickly as he felt your hands roaming over his torso before settling on his chest.
“you’re so fucking hot, ryland.” you practically growled as you brought a hand from his chest to the back of his neck. you brought him down towards your lips, immediately feeling satisfied just from his lips on yours.
with closed lips, you tried to be soft, wanting to ease ryland into your plans for the night without scaring him off, but you couldn’t hold back. as your lips covered his, you could taste the wine he had had while his meal. it made him sweeter, your teeth biting down on his bottom lip to get more of a taste.
that elicited a groan from ryland, his hands tightening their grip on your body as he moved them to your back. your chest was flush against his now and your lips were still moving in sync. you tugged his hair slightly and he moaned. his hand slipped down to rest on your ass and you gasped.
“you’re so beautiful.” he replied against your lips, pulling you impossibly closer before taking your mouth again. you took the opportunity to push your tongue forward, feeling the warmth of his mouth and wanting nothing more than to taste him everywhere.
you moved your hands down and began to tug off his blazer. ryland moved forward slightly, helping you to pull it off before throwing it on the floor. your lips left his and started to follow the line of his jaw, brushing against his facial hair as you left kisses on every bit of skin you could. as you started to unbutton his shirt, he unzipped your dress, running one hand down the curve of your spine which caused you to shiver.
“fuck, ry.” you moaned, hands faltering in their movements as you undid the last button. his chest was on full display, the strong curves of his pecs and abs did little to help you on your journey of undressing him. he was very distracting.
as you stood and stared at his bare skin, eyes fixating on the small trail of hair going towards his jeans, ryland pulled off your dress and threw it in the same direction as his blazer.
“you’re wearing too many clothes.” you finally said, hands starting to work on his belt and jeans zip whilst he leaned back against the door once more.
once his jeans were undone, ryland pulled them off with his shoes, leaving them unceremoniously in a pile. you did the same with your shoes, not caring about where anything ended up.
looking back at him, you saw a darker patch on the front of his grey boxers, his cock now fully hard under your gaze. unconsciously, you licked your lips, hands gravitating to his bulge before you had time to think.
“oh, gosh.” ryland moaned when you touched him. it was only your palm, flat against his length, but having you touch him was a new sensation. he didn’t want it to end.
“you’re so big, ry.” you whispered, your hand moving up and down slowly as ryland shivered and moaned once more. your eyes moved back up to his, but all you saw was a blissed out expression, his head thrown back and his bottom lip inbetween his teeth. “i want to hear you.” he nodded as your fingers pulled his lip from his teeth.
when he whimpered, you took pity on him and pulled him through the house. both of you were dressed only in your underwear, ryland fully hard and you completely soaked as you dragged him past the kitchen and into the living room.
“kitchen. couch.” you said simply, pointing at the different places to still uphold your promise of a house tour. you didn’t care much about that anymore, wanting nothing more than to ride this man on your couch.
ryland clumsily fell backwards onto the couch, his legs spread as you stepped inbetween them and sunk down onto your knees. the patch on the boxers had now grown, covering the majority of his bulge in a sticky wetness that was just begging to be touched.
“can i taste you?” you asked so innocently, your hands tracing circles around his knees before moving down his thighs towards his crotch. he nodded wordlessly, watching as you grabbed his waistband and snapped the boxers down. his only movement was to lift his hips to help you.
as his cock sprung up fully, you couldn’t help but gasp. you could feel that he would be big, but he had such a beautiful cock as well. it was almost perfect, and you couldn’t wait any longer. your left hand rested on his thigh as your other grabbed his dick gently, slowly stroking up and down whilst you looked at ryland through your lashes.
his glasses were crooked, no doubt having been pushed in some way as his wiped his hands down his face when you weren’t looking. his mouth was agape, shallow breaths going in and out as he tried - and failed - to calm himself. his hands were tightly clutched into fists by his side.
“you can touch me,” you assured him, hand still moving as ryland looked down at you. “i want to be good for you.”
ryland thought he had died and gone to heaven. you didn’t want it to be good for him, you wanted to be good for him. it would take too many words for him to tell you that you were perfect right now, so instead he gently grabbed a fistful of your hair and tilted you upwards to press a soft kiss on your lips.
when he pulled away, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around his tip. the moan that he let out was loud enough for any of your neighbours to hear, but you didn’t care. he tasted too good and you were in too deep of a trance to care about anything else now.
your lips continued downwards, taking in more of his cock as you hollowed out your cheeks and breathed through your nose. ryland kept making heavenly noises above you, his hand tightening around your hair as you hummed around him.
“oh, fu-” he almost cursed, chest heaving as he watched you bob up and down, taking him so well. “sweetheart, you look so good, you feel so good.” he praised, letting you taste him as you moved quicker and quicker.
what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your hand stroked quickly to match your pace. hearing ryland’s moans was enough encouragement for you to keep going. you couldn’t believe you were finally here, on your knees, inbetween his legs with his cock in you mouth. you’d thought about it for weeks, and it was better than you ever could have imagined.
“god, sweetheart, stop,” he gasped, the hand in your hair lightly tugging you upwards off of his dick. “stop, i’m gonna come.”
you lifted off him at his words, a string of silva and his pre-cum being the only thing that connected you now. “why stop? don’t you want to come?” you asked so innocently once again, your head titling to the side as you looked up at him sweetly.
“i do, you were so good, i promise,” his hand left your hair and cradled your cheek instead before he leaned forward and kissed you. his tongue traced your lips, tasting himself on you briefly before pulling away. “i want to come with you.”
“okay.” you nodded mindlessly, standing up to find the condoms you had stashed away earlier on in the day with the hope that this would happen. ryland stayed seated on the couch, one hand lazily stroking his cock as his other ran though his hair. as he watched you walk back towards him, now fully naked, he fixed his glasses straight on his face.
“want to ride you.” you muttered quietly, kneeing in front of him once more to roll the condom on to him. ryland nodded, his eyes never leaving your body as you worked the condom down and stood back up.
you settled onto his lap, straddling him as your knees sank into the couch on either side of his hips. you steadied yourself on his broad shoulders, his hands holding onto your hips to help you down. your folds landed perfectly onto his cock, your slick meeting the condom as the friction sent a shock through your body.
“can’t wait to be inside you,” ryland said softly, his head titling up to meet your lips as one of his hands rounded in front of your stomach towards your clit. his thick fingers touched you so gently, you couldn’t help but gasp into his mouth at the contact. “you feel so good already.” his comment made you moan louder.
as your hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, ryland guided his cock to sit between your folds, the hand on your hip helping to lift you up slightly. he ran the tip up and down, watching breathlessly as your body shivered and your hips shook.
“no-no teasing, please.” you begged, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and then another to his jaw. you felt him nod against your cheek before feeling his tip slip between your folds and into your pussy. your moan was cut short as his pushed you down onto his cock, your breath taken away from you as the pressure that had been building up finally had some form of release.
once you were fully seated on him, you both signed in unison. ryland squeezed your hips lightly, rolling you forward to feel his cock press against your insides.
“you gonna ride me, baby?” he asked sweetly, looking up over those goddamn glasses once more as if he asked about the weather, and not something so sinful. you could only nod, resting your hands on his shoulders once more before lifting up slightly and landing back down on his thighs with a smack.
you had to remind yourself to breath as you moved up and down, feeling the drag of his cock so deeply inside of you. ryland let himself fall back against the cushions completely, letting you take whatever you needed from him as your hips continued their movement.
you got into a steady rhythm, using his body to help you move as your hips rode him, speeding up before slowing back down just to watch his reactions. he looked beautiful like this, eyes filled with lust as he watched the gap between your bodies fluctuate as you took his cock so well.
“that’s it, sweetheart,” he praised once more. “doing so good for me, looking after me so well.”
“fuck, you feel so good ry, so fucking good,” you could only reply, your hands currently squeezing his insanely large biceps. “you’re so deep inside me.”
“yeh?” he licked his lips. “i can feel every bit of you, feels so good.”
“so, so good.” you moaned as he hit somewhere deep, your brain turning to mush the longer you rode him. you started to speed up a bit more, chasing your high that had started to build in your belly. without meaning to, you collapsed forward onto him fully, chest to chest as your hands grabbed on to whatever part of him they could find.
“oh fuck, ryland, holy shit.” you moaned softly into his ear, your hands running through the hair on the back of his neck. you pulled a little too tightly and the groan he let out was delicious.
“fuck, oh my- oh, shit!” you gasped and moved away from your place in his neck when you felt the couch give way beneath you. “oh, my god.” you couldn’t help but giggle.
“oh, fu- are you okay?” he asked desperately, hands coming up from their place on your bare hips to cradle your face. the concern etched into his face made you fancy him more; feeling him so deep inside of you whilst looking at you like that wasn’t helping the situation.
“i’m okay, i don’t think the couch is though.” you giggled again, falling forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder. his hands moved back down to your hips, squeezing you gently as if to move you.
“i can’t believe we did that, we should-”
“ryland, it’s okay, i’ve got insurance.” you reassured him, setting your weight back down onto his lap to keep him inside of you. a deep groan pulled from the back of his throat and ryland threw his head back.
“honey, we should really- hmmnn.” his concern was cut off by you clenching around him, taking him by surprise.
“honey,” you lifted your head from his shoulder and looked him square in the face. his cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess; he looked like heaven, and you’d done that to him. “the couch will be fine, but i won’t be unless you start fucking me again.”
“okay, okay.” he whispered breathlessly, nodding with his eyes closed as his hands tightened on your hips and began to move you backwards and forwards. the feeling was instant. you’ve never felt so full in your life, and the angle that ryland was fucking you at was heavenly.
you couldn’t help but moan at the look on his face; his glasses were crooked, lips parted as quiet moans escaped with each breath. he looked truly fucked out already, and a bubble of pride welled in your stomach as you looked at him.
as his hands guided you against his lap, his cock brushed against your walls and your clit rubbed against the patch of hair on his pelvis.
“fuck, ryland,” you mumbled, hips moving faster as you rested your forehead against his. “you feel so good, oh, my god.” ryland’s only response was a breathless “yes”, his lips reaching out to meet your own as his kissed you hard. it was all teeth and tongue, purely primal as his hands gripped your hips tightly and your hot breaths mixed together to fog up his glasses.
as he opened his eyes, ryland saw the blissed out look on your face, and could only guess that he looked the same. lips swollen, perfectly styled hair now looking worse for wear, eyes hooded as you looked at him with pure lust.
feeling confident, he planted his feet firmly against the floor, one hand staying on your hips as the other cradled the side of your face before giving you a small nod. you only nodded back, not knowing what was about to happen, but trusting him fully.
in one swoop, ryland stood up with you pressed closely to his chest, his cock still inside of you as the change of angle caused you to moan loudly. your hands laced through his hair as his movements gave you a heated friction that only served to reach you closer to the orgasm you’ve been wanting all night.
he walked you both over to the wall next to your stairs, not feeling brave enough to conquer them yet.
“is this okay?” he whispered close to you. the hand that once held your hip was now underneath your thigh as the other remained on your cheek. your back was fully against the wall and your legs were wrapped tightly around ryland’s waist. you’ve never felt safer in your life.
“yes, mhmm, yes-ryland, please move.” you gasped at his softness, eyes darting over his face as his expressions changed from soft to determined.
the once gentle hand on your cheek moved down to hold your other thigh, and within seconds ryland almost pulled out of you completely. both of you looked down to see his tip hidden by your folds, but the rest of his length was covered in you. he was glistening, and you’ve never felt more turned on in your life.
with a groan, he moved forward and buried himself deep inside you once again. his thrusts started out slow, pulling out the majority of the way before slamming back inside of you.
“baby, faster, please.” you complained, your head falling back onto the wall as you felt him continue his slow pace of in and out.
“you want more, sweetheart?” he asked teasingly, looking at you over his glasses as his biceps flexed with each movement. “i thought you just wanted me to move.”
“move faster, please ry-oh!” your words cut off by ryland pushing back into you, his pace quickening and becoming almost unbearable. all you could hear was the ringing of your ears and ryland’s breathy moans. his hands were hot on your thighs and you couldn’t help but clenched around him once more as you looked down at him.
his chest was heaving up and down, his gaze focused down to where your bodies met, and, your favourite of all, his glasses were still perched upon his nose. the sight made you moan even louder, and one hand moved out of his hair to cup his cheek gently.
“i’m so-fuck, im so close.” you whimpered, eyes closing once more as his cock hit deeper than before and you began to see stars.
“yeh, you gonna come for me?” he asked sweetly, his gaze locked on you being anything but. “you comin’, sweetheart?”
“uh huh,” you nodded, forehead moving to rest on his as you looked into his eyes. “wanna come for you.”
ryland’s pace continued relentlessly, his hips somehow moving faster than before as he worked on bringing you closer to the edge. one of his hands left your thigh and made its way to your clit. his thick fingers started to rub against you as you gasped and held a tighter grip on him.
as you felt your orgasm rest in your lower belly, your head fell on to his shoulder once again. your open mouth latched onto the skin over his collarbone as you bit down lightly. he tasted of sweat and the woody cologne he had put on at the beginning of the night.
you couldn’t help but moan out his name at the taste, feeling every stroke of his cock as his fingers continued to rub against your clit.
“oh fuck, i’m coming.” you mumbled, your words being encased in deep groans as ryland agreed with you.
“me too,” his voice was so deep, it hit your core and you felt the tightness that had been building for ages snap and you came on his cock. “oh, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he gasped, pulling out and pushing back in once, twice more before he came inside you and filled the condom. the warmth of him spread from your legs throughout your body, your head was fuzzy and you could feel nothing but ryland, his scent and his body pressed against you.
both of you stood still for a few moments, your heavy breaths filling the air as you held each other tightly. ryland adjusted his grip to hold you carefully, watching as he pulled out slowly and saw you flutter around nothing. your legs stayed wrapped around his waist.
“are you okay?” he asked, a hand gently holding your cheek as his eyes darted around your face, trying to get a grasp on how you were feeling. you only mumbled and gave him a hum in reply, your head dropping to the side he was holding as you kept your eyes closed.
“i need words, baby.” he whispered, his thumb caressing your skin as you slowly opened your eyes.
the sight before you was something only god could have made. ryland’s glasses had somehow survived all the movement, albeit a tiny bit lower on his nose than normal. his hair was a mess (more than usual), with strands sticking out in every direction. his cheeks were red and his lips were slightly swollen. the mark you had made on his collarbone had already started to show up.
“i’m okay,” you nodded, giving him a small, but blissful smile. “that was so good.” both of you laughed at that, slightly breathless, but satisfied, no doubt. he dropped his head onto your shoulder as he kept laughing.
“you were so good. i’ve never felt like that before.” he admitted, placing a gentle kiss on your neck before moving over to your collarbone. his teeth bit down on the skin to mimic your earlier action, licking the small area afterwards.
“now we’re even.” he whispered as he looked up at you, a look in his eyes that you hadn’t yet seen. it was a look that you definitely had in your eyes at that very same minute. love.
you hummed a small giggle as ryland wrapped his arms around you and pulled away from the wall. he took a few steps towards the stairs and gently set you down on the third one, making sure you were comfy before letting go. you unwrapped your legs from him as he stood up straight.
“i’m just going to take this off and i’ll be right back, okay?” he said softly to you, a hand caressing your cheek as he did. you nodded back at him, your hand holding his wrist as he gazed into your eyes for a minute or two before heading towards the kitchen and pulling off the condom.
you felt like you were on cloud nine. even with the hard wood of your stairs underneath you, you couldn’t help but think this was were you were meant to be. here, at home, with ryland. kissing and fucking and taking care of each other with such softness it was almost unbearable.
almost.
as he came back around the corner towards you, you took a minute to appreciate his body. he was strong, so strong, and he had carried you around like it was effortless. he looked absolutely beautiful, hair all messed and that growing mark on his collarbone.
he approached you with his hands out, gently holding your own as he helped you up off the stairs and pulled you into his chest.
“want to finish the tour?” you asked sweetly, almost forgetting that you were both naked, tangled up in each other once again.
“i’d love to.” ryland agreed, letting you take the lead as he followed you up the stairs. you turned to look at him as you did so, watching as his cock, still half hard, bounced with his movements. even after all of that, you still wanted more, so you planned to take him straight to your bedroom.
when you got to the top of the stairs, ryland was looking around at everything, seeing your different decorations and the pictures you had on the walls. as he mindlessly stared, you kept pulling him closer and closer to where you wanted him the most.
“spare room. bathroom,” you pointed out each place as you’d done earlier, watching over your shoulder as he quickly glanced at where you were pointing. “bedroom.” you finished, pulling him into your room and closing the door behind you both.
this time, you were the one with your back against the door. he was quicker than you this time. stronger, taller, too. you couldn’t say you hated the position you were in.
his lips immediately came down on the skin of your neck, pressing kisses all over as you titled your head back and moaned softly.
“ryland,” you gasped, your hands carding through his hair one more as his pulled at your hips. your nipples rubbed against the tight skin of his chest, his muscles flexing with each movement making you clench around nothing. “ryland, please.”
“what do you want?” he asked sweetly, head coming up from the junction of your neck and shoulder to look at you. “what do you need?”
“you, jus’ you, ry.” you replied, your voice low.
ryland growled, growled, as he lifted you up effortlessly once again and dropped you gracefully onto your bed. he was on you instantly, his huge body covering your own as his hands and lips continued to map out your skin.
“like this?” he asked his fingers coming to trace the inside of your thigh towards your pussy. you just nodded, head bobbing quickly as his fingers kept moving. when he touched you, you couldnt help but sigh. your head dropped back against the sheets and your back arched to be closer to his warmth.
“so good.” you whispered, your hands tracing the curves of his back.
“yeh?” he moaned, pressing against your clit harder as his fingers sped up. “this what you wanted, huh? just me?”
“jus’ you.” you agreed, finding the strength to lift your head back up and look into his blown out eyes. behind his glasses, you could see how much he was enjoying this, even as they slipped down his nose. he was looking at you like no one ever had before, and you were worried about becoming addicted. addicted to this feeling, addicted to him.
honestly, you were already there.
another gasp tumbled out of your lips as you felt two of his fingers against your folds, rubbing up and down before slipping into your pussy. ryland watched in awe as your face changed, and the pleasure he was giving you made him rut against your bedsheets.
“right there, ry- right there, please.” you moaned in between heavy breaths, feeling his fingers so deep inside of you. they weren’t the same as his cock, but he knew how to use them to his advantage. and now yours, it seemed.
“yeh? that feel good?” he asked, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw and neck as he continued to rut against your bed.
“so good.” you agreed, hips moving slightly to work with his own movements.
at your praise, he angled his fingers slightly, feeling that spongy spot inside of you and aiming for it over and over. you couldn’t breath, doing nothing more than moan out his name and rake your fingers down his back.
he kept going and going, fingers deep inside of you as his thumb rubbed over your clit. his voice was deep in your ear, telling you how good you were, how tight you were squeezing him, how he couldn’t wait to be inside you again. but you were in a haze, the knot tightening in your stomach once again and you had no warning when it would snap.
“gonna come.” you groaned, ryland’s fingers still moving relentlessly.
“yeh? gonna come for me again? gonna be my good girl?” he whispered into your ear, his teeth tugging on your lobe before kissing it gently.
“yes! oh, my god, yes, please,” you moaned, your hands moving you grab the sides of his face to look at him as you came. “please, please.” you begged, feeling yourself soak ryland’s fingers even more than before. he kept moving them slowly, letting you ride out your high before pulling out and tasting your come.
“taste so good, sweetheart,” he commented, eyes staring into yours as you moaned at his words. “so good for me.” you pulled him down to meet your lips, your tongue immediately pushing into his mouth to taste yourself on him. the hand that had been inside of you now rubbed soft circles on your hip, his mouth moving against yours unhurriedly.
“baby,” you whimpered against his lips after pulling away slightly. “want you inside me, please.”
“want my cock again? that what you want?” he replied, pressing soft kisses to your lips inbetween questions.
you nodded quickly, eyes pleading with his as you mumbled, “yes. please, baby.”
“okay, okay.” he nodded back at you, moving himself up and off your body to find another condom. as if you knew what he wanted, you pointed to your bedside table. he pulled opened the top drawer and found an unopened box of them.
you stayed exactly where you were, watching as ryland stood to his full height, his strong back and biceps on show as he ripped open the packaging and pulled on a condom. you unconsciously licked your lips as his muscles flexed, and you knew you needed him back on you immediately.
“ryland.” you whimpered, one arm reaching out for him as your thighs rubbed together.
“i’m here, sweetheart.” he kneeled back on the bed, grabbing your hips once more to push you up towards the pillows. as you got settled, he pushed his way between your legs again. one hand sunk into your sheets next to your head as the other guided his cock towards your pussy.
your hips raised in anticipation, your eyes focused on his cock moving closer to you before his tip started to rub between your folds. the sounds that tumbled from your lips were not missed by ryland. he tested your reactions, pressing harder against your clit to see how you’d sound.
“no-no teasing, please.” you begged like earlier, hips jerking up once more as he rubbed his tip over your clit.
“okay, baby,” he whispered, coming down to press a loving kiss against your lips. “you ready?”
you just nodded, looking into his eyes as his hand blindly guided his cock into your pussy. he was slow at first, letting each inch gradually push in as he watched your face contort devilishly. with each moan he gave you, he pressed a kiss onto your skin, moving around your face and neck with precision.
when he bottomed out, you both groaned loudly, mouths agape as you tried to catch your breaths. you clenched around him, keeping him from pulling out too soon.
“fu-i won’t last long with you squeezing me like that, honey.” he laughed breathlessly, pulling out slightly before moving forward. your walls were warm and sucking him in like a vice; he was in heaven.
“so good, ry,” you gasped as he kept moving, one hand on his cheek as the other grabbed at his bicep close to your head. “so good to me, so handsome,” you praised, your eyes boring into his own. “so fucking strong as well. so, so good.”
ryland growled for the second time, your words going straight to his head and his cock, making his hips snap forward with a fever. he leaned forward to kiss you again, but it ended up with you two just breathing into each other.
you felt like you couldn’t keep up, your pleasure building and building as ryland continued to rut into you with his harsh pace. you hadn’t meant to cause this primal reaction, but you also weren’t complaining.
“so tight, sweetheart,” he muttered against your lips, hips keeping their steady, but harsh pace. “feel so good around me. fit me so well, like you were made for me.” you couldn’t help but moan at that, his cock dragging against your walls in the most delicious way.
“want to come, please.” you asked, the hand on his cheek moving towards the back of his head.
“wanna come?” he repeated, glancing down quickly to watch his cock disappear inside of you, the condom glistening in the low light. “want to come with you, can you do that?” you nodded in agreement, letting out a small moan as his free hand started to rub at your clit.
between that and his cock pounding in and out of your pussy, you felt your orgasm chasing quickly. it sat in your belly and bubbled until ryland hit somewhere deep inside of you, making you scream out and pull his face into your neck.
as you clenched around him and soaked his cock once more, ryland came inside you, his moans muffled by your damp skin. he kept thrusting a few more times before stopping fully inside of you.
both of you were trying to catch your breaths, slowly coming down from yet another orgasm that you’d given each other. ryland was warm inside of you, his breath on your skin and his hand rubbing your hip kept you from blacking out.
you turned your head to press a soft kiss on his cheek, the hand on his bicep rubbed up and across his shoulders whilst the one in his hair smoothed down the back of his head. he groaned when you pulled the strands a little to hard.
“sorry.” you giggled, helping to bring his head up from your shoulder. he laughed breathlessly, shaking his head before looking down between your bodies. he pulled out slowly, being mindful of how sensitive you would be after everything.
“i’ll be back in a second.” he whispered, placing a delicate kiss onto your forehead before stepping off the bed. you perched up onto your elbows to watch him walk into your en-suite bathroom, pulling off the condom as he went.
when he was out of sight, you fell back onto your sheets, your hands coming up to cover your face as you smiled widely. you felt like a teenager with a crush, actively having to stop yourself from kicking your feet on your bed. except this time, it wasn’t just a crush. along with his dick, ryland had buried something so deep inside of you that now took root in your heart and it would take a lot to pull it out.
a moment later, he appeared back from your bathroom. he had cleaned himself up and had brought back a damp towel and a glass of water for you. he carefully placed the glass on the bedside table closest to you before sitting next to you on the bed.
“are you okay?” he asked delicately, his now free hand coming to caress the side of your head. your hands reached out to grasp his wrist, keeping his palm pressed against your cheek as you nuzzled into it.
“i’m okay,” you nodded, eyes casting down his body before returning to his face. “are you okay?”
he laughed lightly before replying, “i’m okay. you were so good for me, honey.” you smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss you softly. he brought the towel between your legs, gently wiping the insides of your thighs before carefully cleaning up both of your fluids on your pussy. he apologised quickly when you took a sharp breathe.
“it’s okay, just sore.” you smiled reassuringly as he nodded, throwing the towel into your laundry basket before helping you up into a sitting position.
“you should go to the bathroom.” he said, the meaning of his words taking a second before you realised why he said it.
“yeh, good idea.” as you moved to get off the bed, you pressed a kiss onto his lips. it was chaste, completely different to your kisses only moments ago, but you just wanted to taste him.
when you got back, ryland was tucked under your sheets, his glasses carefully placed on the bedside table next to him. the sheets on the empty side were pulled back ready for you, and you couldn’t have gotten under them quicker. you immediately curled into his side, your head resting on his chest as his arms came around your frame.
“thank you for tonight.” he whispered, his lips tracing your hairline as you got comfortable.
“thank you, i had a really great time.” you replied, settling further down into the sheets and onto his chest than should be humanly possible. you never wanted to let go of ryland ever again.
“and thanks for the house tour.” he laughed, thinking back to how much of your house he actually missed because he was so wrapped up in you.
“of course,” you giggled with him. “i’m pleasured to be your hot tour guide.”
your comment made him laugh harder, the hand not wrapped around you coming up to cover his face. you couldn’t help but laugh with him, turning to hide your face in his bare chest as your bodies shook. it took a few moments for you both to calm down.
“i’m so glad i found you stumbling around the hallway that day.” you whispered, titling your head up to look at him. he was already looking down at you.
“so am i.”
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I might be projecting, and I probably am, but I feel like Clark would be so quietly and so deeply excited about Artemis II. He would be keeping track of the miles left without even realizing he was doing it. Glancing up more often than not, days after their liftoff. Lingering a little longer in the sky. Maybe even following the rocket for a while from far away at the moment of liftoff, just to make sure it was alright, just in case.
Scientifically, they come from stardust —which must mean he is too, but whatever, that's not the point here... He knows that. He has heard scientists say it a hundred times, watched documentaries, read articles late at night. And he finds it so adorable. Like they are trying to find their way back home without even realizing it. Like something in them remembers the stars and keeps tugging them forward.
And Clark would watch them go, smiling to himself, feeling something warm settle in his chest. Because if anyone deserves the stars, if anyone deserves the quiet wonders of deep space, it is them. The stubborn, hopeful humans who keep looking up and believing there is something beautiful waiting for them out there. And if anyone knows what wonders space holds, it's him, and he can't wait for them to see.
Lois once asked him over their divider at Daily Planet why he seemed so enthralled by all this, after all, they did it back in 1969. She pursed her mouth and raised an eyebrow, expectant of an answer.
Clark smiled softly and pushed up his glasses as he tilted his head upwards to look at her, a soft glint in his eye like he himself was a Mission Specialist in the rocket. He smiled sideways, awkwardly with his trademark boyish charm, and answered.
“Golly, I just think it’s sweet, Lo… they’re made of stardust, and all this time they’ve been trying to find their way back home.”
Oh he would absolutely love it!! I think he would feel so connected to humans, especially the astronauts because they now also get to experience a little bit of what he experiences when he is flying 🫶 and yes he would totally make sure they're okay, always checking the sky, flying up just to be closer to them.. 🥺🌸
omg yes!! i was talking about this the other day with someone. he feels so genuinely fascinated by the idea of humans beginning to understand him even a fraction compared to how deeply he understands them.
I might be projecting, and I probably am, but I feel like Clark would be so quietly and so deeply excited about Artemis II. He would be keeping track of the miles left without even realizing he was doing it. Glancing up more often than not, days after their liftoff. Lingering a little longer in the sky. Maybe even following the rocket for a while from far away at the moment of liftoff, just to make sure it was alright, just in case.
Scientifically, they come from stardust —which must mean he is too, but whatever, that's not the point here... He knows that. He has heard scientists say it a hundred times, watched documentaries, read articles late at night. And he finds it so adorable. Like they are trying to find their way back home without even realizing it. Like something in them remembers the stars and keeps tugging them forward.
And Clark would watch them go, smiling to himself, feeling something warm settle in his chest. Because if anyone deserves the stars, if anyone deserves the quiet wonders of deep space, it is them. The stubborn, hopeful humans who keep looking up and believing there is something beautiful waiting for them out there. And if anyone knows what wonders space holds, it's him, and he can't wait for them to see.
Lois once asked him over their divider at Daily Planet why he seemed so enthralled by all this, after all, they did it back in 1969. She pursed her mouth and raised an eyebrow, expectant of an answer.
Clark smiled softly and pushed up his glasses as he tilted his head upwards to look at her, a soft glint in his eye like he himself was a Mission Specialist in the rocket. He smiled sideways, awkwardly with his trademark boyish charm, and answered.
“Golly, I just think it’s sweet, Lo… they’re made of stardust, and all this time they’ve been trying to find their way back home.”
when the blind man shows frankenstein’s creature the pleasures of life he shows him cigarette and music. notice how he doesn’t show him linkedin and email
clark using reader’s vibrator and you walk in on him and use it on him
damn i love sub clark kent
゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ I'm actually so sorry for completely disappearing from this app, I have been so busy, but all is well now... hopefully? anyway, this ask was my calling to get back to writing, enjoy!
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warnings: sub!clark, soft dom!reader, slight dumbification, nipple play, dirty talking, using a vibe on clark
RESTLESS, PRETTY BOY?
It was nearly nine when you finally shut down your computer at the Daily Planet. The newsroom was silent except for the faint hum of the vending machine and the flicker of a ceiling light that hadn’t worked properly since spring. You gathered your things slowly, stretching the stiffness from your neck, still running headlines through your mind — trying to decide which version of your opening paragraph would earn that precious front-page spot.
The elevator doors closed behind you, and for the first time all day, you exhaled. Outside, the air was cool and soft, the city washed in amber light. You thought of home, of that quiet apartment, and of Clark — probably on the couch, glasses sliding down his nose, pretending not to wait up for you.
You had no idea how much he was waiting.
He’d left work at five like always, but tonight the hours stretched unbearably. At first, he tried to fill them — reheating leftovers, flipping through channels, even skimming through one of his old Indiana Jones DVDs, he even played some music. But nothing held his attention. The movie blurred into background noise while his gaze wandered to the little things you’d left behind: your bra draped over the closet door handle, your perfume lingering in the air, your coffee mug with the faintest print of lipstick still sitting by the sink.
He couldn’t stop touching them — fingertips brushing the rim of your mug, the fabric of the cup of your bra, and its sweet lace, and how your scent still clung to it. At times like these, he really wished he didn't have such heightened senses, cause then he wouldn't have to feel you everywhere. His hands were too big for such careful gestures, but they trembled anyway. The apartment felt empty without your laugh, your footsteps, the rhythm you gave to everything.
He ended up lying on the bed, one arm slung over his eyes, fighting against how warm he felt. It wasn’t the kind of warmth that came from the heating or the blanket; it was the quiet, aching, dangerous— the one that built up slowly the longer he thought about you. The sound of your voice, the softness of your thighs, the way your eyes grew cloudy while knuckle deep in yo— He noticed how awfully perverted he was sounding and stopped the thought dead in its tracks.
"Get a grip, Kent, Jesus..." he muttered to himself.
But still, he could feel his heartbeat in his throat, in his fingertips, everywhere.
He shifted, tugged at the collar of his shirt, everything. His glasses were fogged; he didn’t even remember when that happened. His mind kept circling back to you — how your perfume clung to the sheets, how you’d smiled at him this morning before rushing out the door. It was maddening in the weirdest way imaginable.
Sometime around 9:10, just as the end credits for he movie had begun to roll down, another scent stirred in the air —one he was familiar with. The soft smell of your warm heat. The familiarity of it hit him hard. For a moment, the noise of the city outside faded — no car horns, no sirens, no heartbeat but his own.
His fingers brushed the bedside table, sure it was there it was coming from, tracing the handle of the drawer you always claimed for your things. He opened it absently and began looking through your things. It was then that he came across a black velvety bag, with something rather heavy in it. He unlaced the strings, and there it was, in all its pink glory, your vibrator.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight, trying to ground himself. His chest rose and fell a little too quickly. A quiet moan escaped from his lips, and he was sure he could feel the weight of his cock under his sweatpants; he was now aware of the rush of blood making him impossibly hard.
As he sat there, his hand wrapped tightly around the smooth silicone, he couldn't help but imagine you using it - the way your face might contort in pleasure, the sounds you'd make, the way your pussy would buck against it. His breath caught in his throat as he pictured you lost in ecstasy, your body writhing with need.
“God, honey…” he whined. He didn't know you even had one, but the sight of it in his hands sent shivers down his spine. He wasn't sure why he had said that, maybe a visceral reaction to the idea of you rubbing your sweet pussy with it when he wasn't able to.
With a shaky hand, he managed to press the button on the hot pink toy, and the purr was an answer. Driven by hunger, not mere curiosity, Clark nudged the bulbous tip with a fingertip and clicked another button demanding a faster speed. The sudden spike in speed ripped a gasp from his chest, and his body gave up, sinking back into the mattress. His hand, quick and seeking, found the bulge under his sweatpants immediately, movements desperate and needy. He was fixated on you: on your sweet, breathless sounds, on the look that came over your glassy eyes whenever he'd pound into you just right...
Clark felt clumsy, driven only by the raw, animal need deep in his gut. His fingers clawed at the knot of his sweatpants strings until they finally gave, the heavy fabric instantly sliding down. He yanked his boxers low, just below his upper thigh, finally freeing his cock. It was thick and heavy, already hard, and when it sprang forward, the sensitive head brushed the soft skin of his tummy, making him gasp. The heavy sound it made as it plopped down onto his belly revealed just how fat Clark's cock was. He watched, unable to look away, as glossy, heavy drops of precum leaked out, warm, tracing slow, silvery lines down his abs. He was exposed and so embarrassingly needy.
This is messed up. He mentally kicked himself—rifling through your drawers, jerking off with your vibrator. God, what was wrong with him? But it smelled oh-so-sweet, and he was so painfully hard, what's a boy ought to do? Finally, he pressed the vibrating tip to his slit, letting out the neediest whimper you would've ever heard. His whole body locked up, curling inward tightly, his abs flexing, and his thighs shaking. His mouth shot wide open in a precious 'o.' If you were here, he'd lick you clean, he'd ask so nicely to eat you out. Maybe he'd get on his knees and nuzzle the crotch of your panties before you'd actually let him get a taste.
He wanted to call out, maybe even beg, as his hand went to work, stroking himself with no real pace. But no actual words came out—they just got caught in his throat. All that escaped were broken little sounds as his throat opened and closed, helpless whimpers under the buzz of the vibrator. He couldn't stop, he thought of your tits, God, your tits. He imagined sucking them and swirling his tounge around the bud of your nipple as he humped the plush of your thighs, just as he had done dozens of times before.
Lost in the haze of lust, he imagined your hands on him, your lips trailing kisses down his chest. In his fantasy, you took the vibrator from him, replacing it with your skilled mouth, sucking and licking until he was panting and begging for more. The thought of you pleasuring him, bringing him to the brink of release, only to deny him, pushed him further over the edge.
God, he thought, he really wished you were here. Through the needy haze, a part of him was aware of the pathetic sight he must be—pants bunched around his knees, using your toy. Even as he jerked his cock, deep in the most shameful part of his mind, he was wishing for it: he wished you'd walk in right now, catch him exactly like this, helpless and exposed, with your vibrator clutched in his hand.
'Would you scold me?' he wonders. 'Tell me I'm being a perv, that I shouldn't be touching your things like this?'
A desperate, low hum started vibrating in his throat as he got closer, a sound of pure agreement with the rising heat. His eyes were locked on his needy cock, red and throbbing beneath his frantic hand. Wanting a clearer view, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and clenched the fabric between his teeth. His stomach churned, rising and falling sharply. A sharp hiss escaped him as he suddenly broke free of his cramped, curled position, slamming his head back onto the pillow.
The blood rushing in his ears was a thick, deafening roar now. Because of that, he never heard the faint click of the door unlocking.
“Clark?” you whisper as you cut the corner to enter the bedroom.
His eyes snap open — wide, startled, impossibly blue. He jolts upright so fast the mattress groans beneath him, trying to gather the sheets around his weeping cock, and trying to hide the vibrator under the sheets, but it’s too late.
“Oh God, Honey...” His voice cracks, still holding the shirt with his teeth, and his glasses falling askew on the bridge of his nose. He tried passing a hand quickly through his messy curls. “You weren’t supposed to—”
Just before he could finish the sentence, you dropped your bag by the doorframe and stepped closer. The sound made him flinch. When your knee pressed into the edge of the mattress, the bed dipped under your weight, drawing his wide eyes to you.
He fumbled with the sheets, yanking them up to his neck in a panic. It didn’t help — you could still see his pants bunched awkwardly around his knees.
Your voice came out softer than you expected, edged with something dangerously close to amusement.
“Clark,” you murmured, tilting your head a little. “What are you doing, honey?”
You already knew, of course — the question was just a gentle blade, meant to cut through the silence. Your sweet boyfriend had been jerking off to the thought of you with your vibrator.
"Please, Honey?" He pleaded, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Don't be angry with me"
"This is— Gosh," he immediately continued, fumbling with his words, sitting up straight, trying to lean away from you. "You weren't supposed to see that. I swear, I-I'm not some kind of perv."
You let out a soft, knowing hum, eyes trailing over him like you were piecing it all together. The silence didn’t last. With one swift motion, you pulled the sheets from his hands, and there he was, exposed and helpless, a picture of flustered desperation.
"Honey, come on," He says his face under his glasses, utterly embarrassed. "I just missed you— Didn't know what to do. I don't— I don't do this sorta thing"
You didn't pay any mind to his rambling; it's not that you didn't care, you did, you felt so sorry for him. Poor baby, being stuck here alone without you, so very desperate and needy. But still, you knew exactly what kind of mindset he was in and you knew exactly how to deal with him.
You snatched the vibrator from his grip and straddled his lap just as quickly. His cock pulsed under the crotch of your pants, his tip shyly revealing itself from underneath you as it kept pumping precum onto his hard abs.
“Clark, baby, do I have to keep an eye on you every second? Y'think I should get you a leash?" He pulled his hands away from his face, and for a second, something flickered beneath his glasses — a sharp glint, the brief tightening of his brows, a quiver that passed through his mouth before he could hide it.
"No, no... " he began, but you had already taken the vibrator to his tip, swirling it around the mauve flesh. "Ugh- you don't have to— I can behave, I swear. I jus'... I miss you so much when you're gone. I know it's not an excuse-" You moved back just an inch to free his cock from underneath you, giving you space to stroke him torturously slowly.
"But y'see, I don't think so, honey." He was starting to rut into your hips, one fist clenched against the sheets and the other gripping the bedside table. "Next time, I'll just— you know, tug twice and you'd behave"
"Oh! Hmph— Don’t say stuff like that,” he whined, looking down at the way you were working him so sweetly. He could come just by hearing the squelch of your hand against his cock, he was positively dripping.
"What? Oh, don't tell me Big Blue is blushing..." You whispered near the shell of his ear, picking up the pace of the hand that was on his shaft. Suddenly, an idea struck your mind, probably the best you had thought of yet, and you took away the vibrator from his weeping tip, earning a soft whine from him, and you raised your hand and pressed it to one of his nipples.
Clark arched his back and, for the first time tonight, it earned an actual moan from his throat. You could see his eyes tearing up from under his glasses; if you didn't know that he was all for this, you would've thought by the furrow of his brow and his pouty lips that he was scared.
"S' not fair, baby." His voice cracked, and his eyes locked onto yours from under his eyelashes as he grabbed you by the back of your head. He writhed and writhed under you, hooking his other hand to your waist. What a goddamn sight, he is such a pretty boy. You took the vibrator to his other nipple and slid a soothing finger over the slit of his tip just before continuing to stroke him.
“You… you really like doing that,” he mutters, out of breath, almost falling apart under the unrelenting pace of your hand. “Making me— making me look like an idiot.”
"I like you this way, when you're all fucked out." You bunched up the bottom of his shirt in your hand and shoved it in his mouth. He opened his mouth and took it without hesitation. You leaned over his chest and took the remaining nipple in your mouth. The other kept circling the bud of his nipple with the vibrator in slow motions. "I think you like being dumb for me. Do you, Clark?" You had never heard him sound like this before—so whiny and desperate, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, trembling beneath you as though the air was barely reaching him.
"Mmmph!" The muffled cry was swallowed by the fabric of his shirt, which you had deftly stuffed into his mouth. He bucked his hips wildly, desperately seeking more friction, more pressure, anything to alleviate the need.
He was close, you could tell. So you began pumping him faster, now empathizing with him and feeling so sorry for leaving him alone the whole day. "Y' make me feel s'good— feels so good." You tore the shirt away from his mouth and he took the opportunity to grab you by the back of your neck and pull you into his lips, instantly moaning as your faces crashed together. His tounge flicked over yours, and his lips almost encompassed the entirety of your own. He was so eager, he was practically slobbering all over your chin and lips.
"Mhm, pumping me so good, baby, yeah?" He muttered into your mouth without peeling away for even half a second. Moans kept spilling from his mouth as you felt him twitch under your fist. "Jesus- m'gonna cum hun' you think i can— i can do that?" You tore away from his lips, and his eyes instantly landed on your sweet hands working his cock. He pursed his lips and looked back over to you.
Finally, he threw his head back, and the most beautiful symphony of whines escaped from his pink lips. His hips thrusted into your hand, and his torso thrashed slightly, trying to ride out his high. The hand he had on your waist gripped you even tighter, making you aware of the bruises you'd probably have to wake up to tomorrow.
"Yes, yes, right there!" He cried out, his voice hoarse and ragged with desire. The pleasure was so intense, it bordered on pain, but he welcomed it, craving the release.
"Atta boy, there you are" Your voice soothed him through his high.
As the first pulses of his climax hit, He let out a guttural moan, his back arching off the bed as pleasure ripped through him. His cock jerked and throbbed in your grasp, coating your hand with hot spurts of cum.
While he kept cumming you leaned down to lick a stripe up the length of his abs where the pearly liquid had landed. A shudder ran through him as your tongue traced a path up his stomach, cleaning away the evidence of his release. The intimate gesture sent another wave of warmth through his chest, and he found myself smiling weakly at you.
"Oh, sweetie, always taking such good care of me" He managed to reply, his voice still husky from exertion. He watched you intently, his gaze lingering on the sensual curve of your lips as they moved over his abdomen.
Before he can even react, you plop down on top of him, settling across his chest like you own the space. The sudden weight makes him yelp, and his glasses slip slightly down his nose. He freezes, wide-eyed, utterly at a loss.
“Hey,” you murmur softly, pressing a hand against his shoulder. “You know I like you, right?”
His throat works, and he stammers something that comes out as a strangled “I—uh—”
You press a quick kiss to his temple before sitting up just a bit, hands on your hips now. “But you—” you shake your head with mock severity, voice teasingly sharp, “going through my things? That’s not allowed. Not a single peep, got it?”
He opens his mouth to reply but can only let out a helpless, flustered laugh, fumbling with the sheets and adjusting his glasses. “I… I didn’t mean— I just—” You hover over him, softening immediately. “I know you didn’t, but still. You owe me a very serious apology… starting with dinner.” His blush deepens, and he gives you the tiniest, sheepish grin. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispers, voice low, completely undone.
Here are some clark kent fic recs. Remember to read the warnings before reading and to like, comment and reblog to support writers
✨ the love list and its prequel the love theory by @stevebabey
✨ eight legs too many by @iamgonnagetyouback : you panic over a bug and knock on your neighbor's door for help. good thing your neighbor is clark kent. and he's stupidly hot.
✨ save the cat, get the girl by @oldesigns : when your cat went missing, there was a man willing to search for your fur baby to the ends of the earth to make you happy
✨ mr. bedtime by @lazysoulwriter
✨ vanilla cookies by @staseras : you share cookies with your coworker. from that blossoms a cute love story
✨ a little light by @ggclarissa : in which you, the reporter behind the daily planet's kindness column, desperately want an interview with superman to prove your stories matter — and one night, thanks to a quiet tip from clark kent, you finally get it
✨ abyss kiss by @goldenbrowns : clark kent x inexperienced!reader (smut)
✨ to whom it may concern by @cursedheartsclub : you start getting anonymous love notes at the daily planet — soft, sincere, impossibly romantic. you fall for the words first, then realize they sound a lot like clark kent. and just when the truth begins to unravel you start to suspect he might be more than just the writer... he might be superman himself
✨ you deserve it by @blank-potato : clark has a tough day so you decide to make him feel better. you both just hope your neighbours don't kill you with how loud the two of you tend to get
✨ starboy by @buckysfaveplum : recovering from kryptonite poisoning back home in kansas leaves your relationship with clark a bit confused. you've always been his rock — his best friend. but now, back on the farm, maybe there was always something more
✨ he's all that by @fawnindawn : as a reporter of the daily planet, you haven't been shy about your dislike for superman. clark is desperate to prove to you how superman, and, by extension, him, is not as bad as you think
✨ relax by @zygghi : you've been dating clark for a while. you're a virgin, and you decide that, seeing what's really cool about him, it's best to have your first time with him
✨ secret admirer by @zygghi : you work at the planet. one day, you start receiving letters and small gifts from a suspected secret admirer. you get excited, but at the same time you get a little depressed, since you're kind of in love with clark
✨ lessons in chemistry by @d1stalker : desperate for your attention, clark does the unthinkable—he turns to the ultimate girl magnet, jimmy olsen, for help
✨ i was never the good samaritan by @supershit-hits : a stupide bet between two coworkers with allegedly opposite morals. if all's fair in love, war and corporate life, then who's willing to be kinder for a month?
Clark Kent is the type to take a conversation about your kinks and desires as seriously as if you were discussing treaty negotiations. He doesn’t laugh it off or brush it aside—he listens, eyes intent behind his glasses, nodding slowly as though he’s filing every word away. The worst—or rather, the best—part is that he’s willing to try just about anything you put on the table. Always with that cautious tone, that little furrow of his brow, and a steady stream of soft, “Are you sure?”s that only make his eagerness more obvious.
There was this one time when you mentioned spanking, you remember him faltering visibly. His ears turned red almost instantly. “Spanking?” he repeats, voice a little higher than usual. “Like—you… you mean me doing it to you? Or—” He swallows, gaze darting away, the tips of his ears practically glowing. “—you doing it to me?”
You arch a brow. “You’re a little confused, but you’ve got the spirit, Kansas.” you trailed off, and blinked into the distant horizon through the window before speaking again. “Would you be okay with doing that?… You know, for me?”
He fidgets, adjusting his glasses like they might hide him. “I… I don’t know,” he admits, voice dropping into a low rasp that betrays more truth than he means to. “But the thought of… you putting me over your knee…” He trails off, pressing his lips together, a shaky laugh escaping. “Gosh, that really shouldn’t sound as good as it does.”
a/n: a little collection of superman fics i'be loved recently!
part 1 I part 2 I part 3
my superman masterlist I fic recs masterlist
✧*̥˚ fluff *̥˚✧
superman's sweetheart by @colouredbyd
in which you, a world-famous celebrity, confess during a late-night interview that your celebrity crush is none other than superman, sending the internet into chaos - only for him to shatter headlines weeks later by confirming you’re the one he’s hopelessly in love with.
he is touched starved by @staseras
clark had never realized just how touch starved he was until you came into his life and started touching him like it your god given right.
stranger danger by @lalalovelyly
In which you get drunk and don't recognize your boyfriend
domestic bliss by @gemmawritess
Knowing how sassy your boyfriend can be when he's sleepy you decide to make his morning better.
i can see you by @stargazsblog
you and clark have been secretly dating for three months. no touching, barley talking at work. so why does it feel like everyone knows?
sore in all the right places by @maikorian
what better way to make up to your girlfriend after wrecking her in bed than making her breakfast in the morning!
daddy doesn't wear a cape by @hangmanwrites
clark comes home late in the suit and accidentally wakes his daughter, who does not take kindly to being confused at two in the morning. a lot of yelling follows, some very serious tests are administered, and you wake up just in time to witness the aftermath. it's all soft chaos, bedtime hugs and sleepy floating.
giving in by @luveline
Clark is so completely oblivious to your flirting that you start to wonder if he even understands what flirting is. (He does, and he can prove it.)
lovestruck and looking out the window I part 2 by @tangledinlove
you see your friend clark without his glasses for the first time. he looks… oddly familiar
the love list by @stevebabey
You’ve been in love before, okay? And it’s… alright, you guess.
You’re sensitive. And you miss jokes, and you’re stuck wondering if it’s you who’s just not getting it. Love.
Enter Clark Kent — mutual friend recently turned boyfriend, sweetheart, and small-town farm boy. Also the man who’s making you question everything you know about love. Which isn’t a lot.
Better make a list.
farmboy flush by @umethyst
The aftermath of Little Miss Wayne giving Clark the night of his life.
jealous clark kent by @goldenbrowns
reporter gets interviewed by @08luvmailz
domestic clark hcs by @vitoriadior
✧*̥˚ smut *̥˚✧
late night call for mr kent by @audreyownsdiamonds
clark’s calling his girlfriend, late at night, ready to tell her how much he misses his sweet girl. but you got other plans
suckable by @coquettepascal
a routine fire alarm inspection leads into you proving to clark that he does have a suckable dick (kinda.)
yes ma'am by @night-scare
Clark likes his editor, even if she's a little mean to him.
office gossip by @blank-potato
You have a big crush on Superman, and the whole office knows it, especially Clark. When you can't seem to stop thinking about him or talking about him, it has you asking yourself (and the office): Is Superman good in bed?
watch the headboard, baby by @herweirdass
clark loses control and accidentally breaks the headboard during sex, but you stay on top—literally. i just love sub clark omg.
10 things you hate about clark kent by @bitterbalad
You had just moved to Metropolis from Gotham after quitting the Gotham Gazette. You thought it would be a breeze. But there's 10 things about your coworker that irk you more than you ever thought.
then you come through like the sweetener you are by @cerisereids
A walk home with Clark after a date soon turns into much more once it starts pouring rain.
kissing blurb by @maiamore
✧*̥˚ hurt/comfort/angst *̥˚✧
you hide your injuries from him by @staseras
you’ve been asking your boyfriend to take down a bookshelf for months, but every time he gets to it, something comes up and the world needs your boyfriend. you decide enough is enough, so you decide to do it yourself. it’s going well until you fall and get hurt, and you hide the injuries from him because you don’t want to worry him. he finds out anyway.
solar warmth by @pittsick
you're cramping, exhausted, and curled up on the bathroom floor when Clark finds you. he doesn’t try to fix everything—he just holds you like you’re his whole world, and somehow, that’s enough.
you love me so hard and i still can't sleep by @squipa
you and clark have loved each other as long as you've known each other-- so clark knows when something is wrong. but how do you tell a man that loves you so much that you're scared he'll realize how much better he can do?
you didn't kiss me goodbye by @bodhiscurls
after an arguement with your boyfriend, clark kent does the unthinkable. he doesn't come home, doesn't kiss you goodbye and doesn't return until its midnight and you've fallen asleep on your sofa. good job, clark still has the goodnight kiss to redeem himself.
foolish hearts by @tw1sters
Loving Clark Kent is easy, but he seems to find letting you go even easier. At least, until Clark is forced to fully reckon with what it means to really lose you.
i just KNOWWWW bro was so embarrassed when his mom put this up. obviously his ma thinks he looks very distinguished and handsome (which he is, duh doy) but he just thinks he looks like a colossal dork.
“aw, ma… ya had to hang that one? i look like i’m runnin’ for class president in ‘85 .”
clark is the type of guy who, anytime someone invites him anywhere, just laughs and goes, “eh, gotta check with the missus first,” obvi meaning you. he’s not stepping foot anywhere unless you’re cool with it. he kind of likes making it clear you’re the boss.
he’s texting you right after saying “hi baby, how was your day? jimmy’s inviting me for drinks later after work. is that cool, hun?”
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