Parings: Sub!Clark Kent x journalist! Reader
Sum: You get jealous after Clark gets an interview with Superman, then you find out he’s Superman and you’re even more pissed.
CW: submissive clark, dry humping, m! Receiving, hair pulling, touch deprived, praising, degrading too, good boy, slightest cvm play, swallowing cvm, handjob, begging, and Dacryphilia.
A/N: I tried to make this an actual full length fic and it’s proofread. Super man? Super backshots.
“You never told me you knew superman Clark !”
Clark Kent has been your boyfriend for about a year now, and he basically lives with you. You did not know he was superman but you were superrrrr obsessed with him. Which is why you were so angry that he had not only gotten superman to do an interview, but said knew him. You were a total Superman fanatic and he knew this.
In Clark’s eyes he did the interview for you, since he knew how much you loved Superman, His plan was to surprise you with an interview with him and reveal his identity to you. This is fully backfired..
“You always hear me talking about Superman and you didn’t think to tell me that you were him!!!”
You huffed out lightly pushing clark. You could visibly see his eye brows tilting apologetically, “I feel like a pervert clark..you know what I said about him..Superman- YOU” you angrily stuttered out, an obvious blush on your face.
Clark’s hand cupped you cheek, he looked down at you with pleading eyes “babe I only kept it from you to keep you safe, you know I’d never keep anything from you”. His hands fell to your waist with a soft smile playing on his face. He adored you even in anger.
Even though you knew he had a point you still felt a bit embarrassed. You remembered the time you asked clark to dress up as Superman to roleplay. Remembering how sad you were when he said no. That’s when it hit you, a perfect idea.
His head tilted like a confused puppy, “pardon..?” Clark asked confusingly. “You’re on touch probation.”. The words struck clark down, he looked shocked but then laughed “your not serious right..?”
For the next week you’d avoid clark. You would wear purposely short skirts around him, having your hair up in a ponytail just like he liked but swerved his kisses. You even made sure to scoot your waist when walking by him in the office, just so he wouldn’t graze his fingers on it.
You knew he wanted to touch you. You could feel his eyes bore into when you were writing next to him at the daily planet.
Clark was going insane, and at home it was much worse. You wouldn’t spoon with him, shower with him, or even lay your head down on him before bed. He was irrated, worked up, and touch deprived. You could see at work he would easily get irritated at others, even leaving occasional grammar mistakes in his articles.
About a week later you’re home and ironing his suit and some of your clothes as well, you know cause you still love him and all. Clark stalks up behind you with a kiss to your ear, his hands cloaking you hips.
“Thank you sunshine you’re to kind to me”
His voice comes out in a husk, making sure to rub circles in your thighs while he can. “Mm mm clark, probation”, you slide his hands off your hips as you continued to iron, but you can still feel the heat of his body behind you. Feeling his growing buldge behind you.
Clark grabs the iron putting it to the side before turning you around, giving you the saddest look with his beautiful brown eyes. He looked like he would cry if you ignored him. “Please baby I’m sorry, you can interview me all you want! Heck I’ll tell them I’m clark Kent just please..”, before you can even open your mouth clark bends down on his knees to look up at you with a pleading look, peeking up at you through his black lashes.
You could see the tears forming in his eyes as he pouted, “please don’t be mad babe”.
And you couldn’t be mad at him, not when he looked so pretty.
As running your hand in his curly locs he audibly whimpers, his head leaning into your touch. You pull his hair just bit to see his atoms apple, his buldge twitching in his pants. You bring your foot up to his clothed erection you slowly kneading his length.
“I’ll take you off probation if you beg for it” you hum sliding your foot up to his chin, making him look at you. He kisses from your toe up to your ankle, peppering you leg in kisses as his eyes never leave yours. “I’m sorry sunshine, I..I need you so bad baby.” Clark desperately croaks out kissing the insides of your thighs. “I just need a kiss baby..anything..” he trailed off.
Letting out a soft groan, you sit him on the couch and kneel between his legs. You softly, just barely, graze your fingertips over his clothed cock, “you’re such a needy boy clark”. You stand up before walking over to the drawer “don’t move yet”. he wouldn’t imagine breathing if you told him not to.
You grabbed a rope from your drawer and tie his hands behind his back. Which he honestly could’ve easily broke but he wanted to please you so bad.
Unzipping his pants, Clark’s erection sprung from his jeans. The sight could make you drool. Clark bit his lip to suppress a whimper, you could see the pre-cum slowly leaking from his tip, “i-I love you so much, I’m sorry I hadn’t told you baby, m’ so sorry I-” clark whined out.
You let you thumb caresses his tip, making sure to coat his head in his pre-cum. You could feel his hips jerking up for friction, “shh it’s okay baby I’ve got you”.
Sprinkling kisses down his length you could feel him pulsating against your lips with each kiss. You brought you two fingers up to your lips to suck on them, making sure to look him in his eyes while coating you fingers in your saliva. Clark’s eyes half lidded as you stroked him, agonizingly slow.
Shaky whimpers left his throat as he bucked into your hands, causing you to smirk. “So good for me Superman ”, you tease out as you stop sliding your hand, eliciting a whine from him. you could see the tears building up in his eyes as his used his hips to make your hand stroke him.
His pace was imperfect, humping for any kind of friction, you could see he was close though. You open your mouth to rub his tip on your tongue. And that was enough. “M-move I’m gonna- baby im gonna” his hips jerking up further into your mouth as he cums.
You make sure to keep your eyes on him as your wrap your lips around his tip, not letting any cum spill out.
Afterwards not only did you get an interview with Superman, but you also got super touched.
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