‘Im Gonna Kill Jimmy’ - Clark Kent
— In which, jimmys potty mouth about his first time overstimulating his recent fling intrigues Clark & gets you in trouble.
Wc: 3.52k
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) , cunnilingus, overstimulation, clark lowkey a freak, squirting!, first time for everything, p in v, slight dacryphilia (crying k!nk), use of nicknames, & smut.
৻ꪆ I was ovulating so bad while writing this bye. (Listening to my freak playlist didn’t help neither).
Clark had been distracted all day at the daily planet. But it wasn’t his fault, it was jimmys.
It wasn’t like jimmy meant to corrupt the man’s slightly innocent and sweet mind, but you know what they say; curiosity kills the cat.
It all started once jimmy began rambling on about his ‘smoking hot’ date he had last night. And clark being the good friend he was, he always chose to listen to what any of his friends had to tell him, even if they were crazy.
As jimmy rambled on, a sentence suddenly struck Clark. “She couldn’t stop shaking even after she came,” referring to the fun they had after leaving this really grotesque bar. Clark was more than intrigued now, his eyebrows quirking as he continued to type against his keyboard.
His tone was questionable—almost disturbed. “Go on..” eyes narrowing behind his glasses.
Jimmy could tell Clark was getting a little weirded out, but it was guy talk. Surely Clark had been through one of these conversations before—right?
“And so after she came, she asked for more, which I had never done by the way, and I just did,” he shrugged, finishing his sorting with the papers in his hands. “I just kept going.”
Clark stopped mid typing and turned his head toward him. “You what..?” He spun his chair to fully face him, Jimmy just nodded as if this was a normal thing. “Mhm, yeah. What, you never kept going after you and your girlfriend finished? Or while she finished?” Jimmys brows scrunching.
“No..?” Clark shook his head slowly as if it was an obvious thing. Jimmy just halted turning toward him slowly. “So you and— like never?” He was in utter disbelief as if was a common everyday thing. “Dude no, I just said no.” Clark explained before turning back toward his desk.
“You gotta try it with her Clark!” Jimmys eyes lighting up at the thought of his friend doing something intimate as if it was Clark’s first time. Clark’s eyes widen, turning toward him. “What—!? No, no, I will not ask my girlfriend if I can..if I can..”
“Overstimulate her.” Jimmy finishes.
“Thank you,” Clark huffs. “Overstimulate her. That’s embarrassing. Especially if that’s not her kinda thing.” - “but you don’t know thats not.” Jimmy shrugged.
“Jimmy, im not asking her that.” Clark’s voice was stern as he glared back at him. “Okay,” jimmy threw his arms up turning back toward his desk. “Jimmy.” Clark tilted his head.
“I didn’t say anything!”
Clark just turned back into his desk, cheeks and ears finally flushing freely. That was a crazy thing to even consider, but it did pique his interest. What would he even say if he were to ask you? ‘hey sweetheart, yeah, heard this crazy story from Jimmy today and I wanted to ask if you’d let me overstimulate you?’ God he was gonna choke slam Jimmy if he ever had a reason to.
That was forbidden to even do to women back on krypton, women were only allowed to do that to their husbands. Well— when it still existed..
He shook his head, just typing bullshit into a blank document while trying to clear his head of the suggestion. He did wonder though—what would you look like in that moment?
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By the time he made it home, the thought was still clouding his mind, even as he shut his eyes, he kept making visual representations. What the hell was he thinking?
He didn’t even know if you’d enjoy something like that. Would you judge him for it or would you secretly or love the feeling proudly?
When he walked through the door it smelled of vanilla and there you were, sitting on the couch in this worn out Batman shirt clark bought a while ago, leg crossed over the other as you read, palm squished against your cheek, and toes wiggling in your socks.
His chest instantly filled with warmth upon seeing you. His favorite girl.
“Hi baby,” you greet, not even looking up from the book since you knew it was him. You always knew it was him when he came home by the sound of his oxfords or hero boots.
Clark fully stepped inside removing his jacket, eyes already full of hunger although he tried (horribly) to mask it. “Hey sweetheart,” He began heading toward the room, but not without placing a kiss on your head as he passed the couch.
He could feel the hard on growing in his pants.
Gosh clark, get it together.
As he emerged from the room, blouse unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows, he couldn’t help but look at you. God, what would you even look like in that predicament? He’d bet you look so pretty all fucked out and swol—
“You’re staring again.” You look up from your phone with no intent look, just acknowledging it, knocking him out of his thoughts.
“Can’t help it,” he answers simply, voice low and much rougher than he intended for it to be.
He sat beside you, hand trailing over one of your legs as he pulled one over his lap with ease, leaving you straddling his lap. His big and calloused hands sliding underneath your (his) shirt to rub circles on your thighs.
Your phone was off and thrown onto the far end of the couch at this point.
He just looked at you, eyes filled with admiration and fondness as he leaned in closer. You smile, a smile that quickly turned into a soft sigh as your lips found his, humming into his mouth as the kiss deepened fast. His tongue teased, running over yours more often, hands palming your ass through the thin fabric of your panties as he bit down on your bottom lip.
“Mm, Clark—“
“B-been thinking about you all day,” he murmured against your lips, kissing against your jaw, his bulge already straining against his slacks.
You tilt your head back, amused expression on your face as you smirk. “Obviously,” you giggle, pressing down on him slightly. “What’s going on with you huh?”
He hesitated, cheeks and ears flushing almost immediately before he spoke. “Can I tell you something?” he mumbles. “Anything.” You hum, hands resting on the back of his neck.
“Well..today at work, Jimmy was telling me about how his date went the other night,” Clark began. Your brows furrowed as you tilted your head. “Uh huh..?”
“And uhm..” he cleared his throat, scratching the back his neck. “Uh..well, he told me how he made his date cum more than once..like over and over,” he finally confesses, as if he did it.
“An-and he said she was shaking a lot too…like so much that she—squirted..” his voice lowering as he continued, every word filling him with embarrassment.
You just blinked, then just burst into complete laughter while your head sat on his shoulder. Why the hell would jimmy talk about something like that around your boyfriend?
Clark just sat there with his eyes narrowed as you lifted your head. “Whys that funny?”
“You seriously let Jimmy Olsen corrupt your brain? Out of all people?”
“I didn’t intend to!” Clark threw his arms up, eyes slightly widening. “He just started talking so I had to listen!”
“Clark, you don’t have to listen to him just because he’s your friend.” You cross your arms to which he huffs. “I know that,” he muttered, not agreeing with you deep down while his hands rested on your thighs. “I only brought it up because..well- I uh—I wanted to try it. With you.”
Well that was uncalled for.
Your laughter instantly died at his tone, stomach doing flips. Clark had never been this open about what he wanted when it came to sex or being intimate in general with you, so you just blinked before slowly nodding. “..okay.”
You lean in for a kiss, pulling back ever so slightly just to tease a bit before actually catching his mouth in a warm and passionate kiss.
He hummed against your lips, hands roaming as he squeezed your thighs and ass to try and pull you impossibly closer. He shifted, hips grinding to meet yours before lifting the both of you from the couch, headed to the bedroom—not once breaking the kiss.
Your legs wrapped around him in an instant, moaning into his mouth as your hands roam his hair whilst he laid the both of you down.
He was quick. Swiftly pulling off your damp panties while you unbuttoned his slacks (he took the belt off earlier since this was his goal).
But he was getting a bit too eager to know just what this would be like, so he ripped his blouse open, buttons flying everywhere before he removed it and threw it wherever before pouncing on you again.
The kiss deepened further, tongue swirling against yours before he pulled back to attack your neck. His hand ran underneath your shirt, fondling with one of your nipples, squeezing and twirling just to elicit whimpers from your mouth. He pulled away, hand traveling down your body toward your hot and wet core.
He teased, index finger grazing over your folds which made you whine quietly and he just knew he was gonna love this.
He ran his thumb over your clit teasingly before he slid two thick digits into your fluttering cunt, a gasp flying from your mouth almost instantly.
“A-anh..”
He caught your lips again, kissing you like he was afraid it’d be his last time. Whenever you two got intimate your moans got him hard, even the smallest whines made him excited.
Your back arched, hips bucking into his hand, and you bit your lip so hard it could’ve bled. But Clark noticed your half assed moans, deciding to curl his fingers against your gummy walls. You whine automatically, rolling your hips against his fingers. “A-annh, fuck!”
His fingers plunged in and out of your pulsing entrance, pace starting to become unbearable although he just started, forcing choked moans and cries out of your mouth.
All he wanted to do was make his pretty girl feel good. And that’s what he was going to do.
He pulled his fingers out, a pop! following after. His thumb circled your clit, teasing before rubbing against your slit with his middle finger, flicking away.
“H-haa shiitt!” Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered, completely melted underneath Clark’s huge figure.
“Shh,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, “Stop cursin’ so much sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin as he slid his fingers back inside, being completely relentless as he twirled and scissored his fingers.
“O-oohh!” You cry out, grabbing his wrist. “M-m’not trying tooo!” Head pressing back against the pillow. “Fuck Clark!” You whine, hands searching for anything to grip onto as your back continuously arched off the bed.
This was driving him insane and he wasn’t even the one being touched right now.
He could tell you were close, he could literally see right through you. But that never stopped him from tearing up your insides, just made him angle his fingers a direction that made you squeal out, thighs closing around his hand as you held onto his wrist as if that was going to stop anything.
He had never done you like this.
He was quick to pull your legs apart again, curling his fingers even deeper than before. “Hnng—yesyes, m’coming—C-clark!”
Your thighs trembled as you saw white, squeezing his fingers so hard they might’ve been at risk of falling off.
You pant as your high came down, ready to push him away, but his head was already dipping down your body. You blink, wanting to say something but the thoughts quickly forgotten as he flattened his tongue against your pussy.
You whimpered loudly, his arms locking around your thighs.
“H-mph..c-clark wait..” You felt weird, so sensitive, and he just— just kept going.
His tongue swirled against your clit, nibbling on it softly as your body jerks into his mouth. He just smiled and you could tell, and it was fucking killing you.
He ate even slower, eliciting even louder and desperate moans from your lips. You fought your hardest not to grip his hair, arms just squirming around as you got lost in bliss.
He pulled your legs over his shoulders, groaning loudly. Did you always taste this good; this sweet?
You looked down for just a second, glancing at him and man, he was gone. Not once did he glance up at you, just kept eating. Eating like a man starved.
The sight made you even wetter, god, you’d fuck him right now if you could.
Your feet flexed helplessly against his shoulders as you cried out, hands finally flying toward his hair. You were so conflicted on whether or not to grip his pretty curls. Clark practically growled at the feeling of your hands in his hair but that quickly led to a groan once he felt you not pulling on it.
His tongue worked faster, dragging countless moans out of you, giving you a reason to pull on his hair.
What eventually got you to pull on it was when he began to stick his tongue in and out of your hole, making your back arch off the bed once more as both your hands became tight and full of soft coils.
“O-oh ye-yeahh..!” Your second orgasm flooded and washed over you as saw white for the second time, liquids oozing right onto Clark’s tongue. You whined at just how pretty he looked, dazed as if he was the one in your position right now. “O-okay, okay, m’done I—“
But Clark was nowhere near done himself.
He pushed your fluids back into your aching hole, sucking off whatever was left on his fingers.
“M’not done,” he breathed, licking his lips. Your cheeks heated, propped up on your elbows. “Wha?!” You pant faintly. “Im not done.” He repeats, looking you dead in the eye.
You almost—almost replied with something slick but he’s faster, licking a long stride from your entrance to your clit. “ungh!” You fall back down against the mattress, tugging on his hair.
Your thighs shook, wanting nothing more than to close around his head. But he wouldn’t let you do that, not because he’d get mad, but because he was stronger than you, and he knew you liked the size difference between the two of you.
He was slurping you up so good, your fingers ran through his hair as your hips shot up, crying out as you bit your lip. “Shit..”
You blink vigorously, teary eyed as you tried looking down at him.
You caught a glimpse before it got too blurry; his cheeks flushed and his jaw just moving continuously.
This was gonna be a long night.
༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚ ༝༚༝༚
You were four rounds in now, all sweaty and your joints sore, and an aching cunt that was killing you with its constant throbbing. But clark wasnt fazed.
He was more..confused. Why hadn’t you reacted how he wanted yet? I mean yeah, he did drag four orgasms out of you, but he could drag way more outta you any other night if he wanted to with no problem!
He huffed, sitting up from in between your legs, chin and lips glistening. “Am I doing something wrong?” His voice full of actual concern.
You lay in front of him, limp but still full of energy and he could tell. Damned sexy extraterrestrial.
“Huh..?” You managed to breathe out, completely dazed. “Like— like why aren’t you-“ he made a fountain gesture with his hands. You shake your head.
“I dunno clark, you’re doing great obviously, I’m just not..” you mumble as you look at him. He was dumbfounded and irritated, man he really did not like this feeling.
“Uhm..uh, okay. Okay, hang tight sweetheart.” He got up from the bed, pulling you back up toward the headboard and pulled a pillow to the side.
He hovered over you once he was done, hands sprawled out right next to the sides of your head. “Maybe you just need some— some dick,” he murmured, pulling his slacks all the way down his legs as well as his boxers.
“Wait- what? No..clark-“
“It’s okay,” he kissed the corner of your mouth, rubbing his flustered cock in a bit of frustration. “Im gonna get you there, I promise.” His tone full of determination as he aligned his tip with your entrance.
And like always, the stretch was great. You cried out instantly, pushing him away which just made him grab your arm and put it over your head.
“u-unn..clark..” you whine, looking up at him, not even knowing what your doing to him in that moment. He bit back a pitiful groan, pushing inside even more.
“Gosh,” he growled. “damnit...pussys squeezing me so..well.” He gritted, bottoming out as he slammed his hips. You felt the air knocked out of your lungs as your eyes rolled back immediately.
He grabbed your thighs, pushing them against your torso as he placed your legs over his shoulders.
He was slow at first..but as time went on, he became faster and way more aggressive:
“Hold your legs,” he instructed as he aligned his tip again. “Baby I—“ - “hold ‘em. Please.” His tone firm with you for the first time ever. You whimper weakly, bringing your hands underneath your thighs, pulling them toward your breast, knees hitting your chest.
“Thank you pretty girl.” He smiled, grabbing the pillow he left to the side and placing it underneath your back.
That fucking smile.
He slid back into you with a pitiful moan, and honestly, it felt way different this time.
His hips rocked slowly, like he was actually feeling it this time. And there you were underneath him, mouth slack, tears streaming down your cheeks, lips so pretty and swollen.
“Mmn-“ he bites down on your shoulder, rocking much, much deeper than he was before, kissing your cervix.
“S’too much..goddammit clark—“ you hiss and he rolled his hips again, slowly speeding up.
You were throbbing so much, so sore, aching as if he wasn’t inside you right now.
Your back arched against the pillow, hair sticking to your skin at this point. You held him closer, clenching around him like you were scared he was gonna start levitating or something (it’s possible).
“Hnngh..” your skin felt like it was on fire, everything was hot, nerves lit up. He sped up, bottom lip in his mouth. He was focused.
So focused on just how good he knew he could make you feel.
Your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer, his lips hovering above yours. You pulled him down even more, kissing him sloppily and full of love as you cried into his mouth, his pace speeding up and slowing down in rhythm, hitting that soft gummy spot in your walls repeatedly.
“M’right here baby,” he whispered against your lips. “Right here.” He laid a kiss upon your cheek as you cried out desperately.
Everything about him made you melt.
You shook your head, tears welling your eyes again as you felt that knot building in your stomach. “Don’t stop,” you cry out. “Please don’t stop.”
But then— you felt too full.
The pressure was unbearable, your eyes widening quickly as you tried pushing him away. “C-clark, no, no. Wait— I gotta-gotta pee!”
But he didn’t stop.
He kept going, pushing deeper just to make your whimper in ecstasy.
“Clark, please, I can’t hold-“
You tried squirming away, babbling on about how it was too much, but clark kept rolling his damn hips, kissing your ankles. The pressure felt so tight, you begged him to stop, your voice breaking with every cry. “C-cant hold—hgh—hold it!” You stammer, eyes repeatedly rolling back.
“Clark!” A high, broken moan ripped from your chest, the pressure finally giving way, hot streams gushing out of your pussy with each thrust. Some of it shot up onto his washboard abs, and fuck you just knew he had the biggest smile on his face right now.
Your thighs shook violently, tears stinging your face as you attempted to hide it. “Aahnn—fuhh-!” you cried, clawing at his forearms, but the sounds only grew louder as he continued to thrust into you with no problem.
“Golly,” clark just groaned, his balls slapping against you one last time before he finally came, spilling hot loads into your puffy walls.
He collapsed on top of you, huffing slowly, trying to catch his breath. You lie beneath him, completely limp and spent.
“You did amazing sweetie..so good baby.” He cooed, lifting up ever so slightly to press a kiss to your temple.
You hum softly from his kiss, shaking uncontrollably, body twitching everywhere you could think of.
It gets quiet for a moment and Clark decides to be first to break it: “You uh..you think you can do that again but on my tongue this time pretty girl?” He murmurs, voice lowering with each word.
You just look at him, dumbfounded. Just blinking. “Im gonna fucking kill Jimmy.” You deadpan.
He winced, his voice faint now. “Please?”
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