mdni | oral (f. receiving) | praise kink | soft dom clark | size kink (light) | possessive streak | overstimulation | creampie | emotional intimacy | first time | aftercare
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Synopsis: Late evening, the golden hush of your apartment. The windows are cracked open, the breeze soft, the moonlight catching on his curls as he kneels between your thighs, looking at you like you’re the last prayer he’ll ever say.
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He’s been kissing you for what feels like hours—slow, intoxicating kisses that melt the world away. The kind where his lips linger just a second longer than they need to, his thumbs stroke over your cheeks, your waist, your thighs… so gently.
He lays you down like you’re fragile. Breakable. Sacred.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he whispers, voice barely there. His eyes are searching yours, full of restraint. “I mean it, sweetheart. One word, and I’ll stop.”
You nod. “I don’t want you to stop, Clark. I trust you.”
He swallows. Something thick. His breath trembles, and he kisses you again—tender, like his lips are apologizing for everything you’ll feel later. He slowly undresses you, pausing after every inch of skin is revealed, whispering little praises under his breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. How long I’ve dreamed of you like this…”
And then he spreads your thighs. And time stops.
He just… stares.
You twitch under the weight of his gaze. “Is everything okay?”
His eyes are wide. Hungry. His mouth falls open slightly as he lets out the softest, most tortured groan.
“God, I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice strained. “You smell so—so sweet. I didn’t think I’d lose it this fast.”
He lowers himself, kissing your inner thigh first. Then the other. Gentle pecks. Nuzzling with his nose. Breathing you in. He hasn’t even touched your center yet and your toes are already curling.
“I’ll be gentle,” he says again, almost to himself. “I’ll give you the whole experience, baby. The slow kind. The right kind.”
And then—
His tongue flicks over you, just once. Testing. Soft.
Your hips buck, and he moans. A low, needy sound that vibrates through your core.
“Oh—oh my god, Clark—”
“M’sorry,” he mumbles, already dipping back in. “You taste so good—I’m sorry—I’m so sorry—”
His mouth devours you.
What starts as slow licks—delicate, reverent—quickly turns into something else. He’s starving. His hands grip your thighs tight, but not tight enough to bruise, and his tongue moves with more purpose now, more heat. He groans into you again and again, the vibrations sparking through your stomach, down your spine.
“You’re so good,” he pants, mouth wet and glistening. “So perfect. I’ve never tasted anything like you.”
He’s apologizing through it. “Sorry, baby—I’m trying—I’m trying to go slow but you taste so—fuck—so sweet—I can’t—”
Your hands tangle in his hair. You grind against his mouth because the pressure is too good. You’re trembling, thighs shaking, gasping.
And then—you fall apart. Right there. Your first orgasm on his tongue, and he moans like he’s the one cumming.
He pulls back slowly, eyes wild, lips wet, chest heaving. “I didn’t mean to do it like that,” he says, crawling up your body. “I was supposed to take my time.”
“You did,” you whisper. “That was perfect.”
His forehead rests against yours. His hips press against your thigh—and you feel him. Thick. Hot. Rock hard. Still straining in his jeans.
“Are you ready?” he whispers.
You nod.
He undresses so slowly, so tenderly. His body is carved like a god, but it’s his eyes you can’t stop looking at. The way they burn for you.
When he settles between your thighs, he reaches down, stroking himself a few times before lining up. You brace for pressure, but—
Oh.
He’s slow. So. Slow.
You gasp, fingers curling into the sheets. The stretch is deep. Full. But so, so careful.
He watches your face the whole time.
“You okay?” he whispers.
You nod, eyes watering. “It’s so much. But—I love it. Don’t stop.”
His breath shudders. His arms tremble slightly, like he’s holding back with everything he has.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he groans. “So warm. So perfect. I can’t—fuck, I can’t believe this is real.”
He rocks into you gently. Slow thrusts, sweet and shallow, his hand on your cheek, his lips kissing away every whimper.
But something’s building. In him.
He tries to keep it slow, he does—but your moans, the way your nails claw down his back, the way your hips meet him halfway—it’s breaking him.
“Please,” he begs, forehead pressed against yours. “Please, baby, I—I can’t hold back much longer. You feel so—god, you feel like heaven—”
He whimpers.
Yes. Whimpers.
His pace quickens. Still careful, but faster now, deeper. He holds your hips tight, trying to keep control. But it’s slipping. Every moan that leaves your mouth makes him lose a little more of it.
“I want to make you feel good,” he pants. “You do feel good. You feel like you were made for me. I can’t—please let me give it to you.”
You grab his face, breathless. “Then take me. All of me.”
And that’s it.
He snaps.
His hips slam into you, and you cry out—but it’s bliss. Pure, delicious bliss. He’s pounding now, feral, lips crushed to your throat, groaning into your skin.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “All mine. You hear me? No one else gets this. No one else can.”
You’re gasping his name, body quaking around him, and he thrusts harder, faster, each stroke sending you higher until—
You break again. Shatter. Crying out his name, clutching him as you cum for the second time. And when you do—he loses it.
He presses as deep as he can go, burying himself with a loud, desperate grunt, shaking as he cums inside you. His body trembles over yours, chest heaving, arms trembling, lips pressed to your cheek.
And then—it’s quiet.
Just the sound of your breathing. His heartbeat. Your fingers softly stroking his back.
He whispers your name like a prayer. Kisses your temple. Brushes your hair off your face with shaking hands.
“You okay?” he asks again.
You smile, blissed out, sore, full.
“I’ve never been better.”
He grins—wide, boyish, Clark Kent again. “I was gentle, right?”
“you fuckin’ fans got my girl up at 2am, doin’ this shit.”
he rubs his forehead groggily, bed blanket hanging low on his hips, exposed bare chest. dim lamp glow, camera panning to the empty spot on the king sized bed, where a muscled arm wraps around an empty pillow.
“look at her!”
you in rafe’s basketball jersey, covering your thighs, sitting cross legged on a chair in front of a laptop, pretty pink bass in your hands. you giggle and wave at the camera. rafe tuts.
“you’re jus’ smilin’, you woke me up with that damn thing!”
he stuffs his face into the pillow– your pillow. more soft laughter from you in the background, a bernese mountain puppy nudging the camera now faced to the ceiling.
“yeah, you tell ‘em, got your momma up at night. no sleep, ‘s all your fault.”
rafe lightly scolds the camera, scooping the wandering puppy under his muscled arm.
“rafe! don’t be mean to my fans!”
you laugh, again. hugging your knees, bass trapped between your chest and arms.
“then come over here.”
he grumbles, camera showing his unamused face– almost pouty. then you, swinging your legs off the stool, shuffling over to him, holding the guitar by the neck.
“no! leave that thing behind.”
you softly frowning, but setting it against the table before continuing to come closer. climbing into bed, camera moving out to show you settling your head on his chest. his arm around the pillow now sliding around your neck, bringing you into him, dog cuddled in between.
“nevermind, got my girl back now.”
camera zooming in on your softly smiling face, eyes glancing up at rafe then back to the camera before you give it a shy wave.
“rafe loves you guys.”
soft whispering, overlapped with rafe saying gruffly.
“no, i don’t.”
“yes he does, and goodnight sweeties!”
you blowing an air kiss to the camera, pretty smile on your face. rafe nudging your face with his to stop the pouting, you laughing, him shooting the camera a bad look.
“where’s my goodnight?”
“goodnight rafe.”
you giggling, turning your head to face him again.
“they get sweeties, i get rafe?”
“goodnight cutiepie!”
blush creeping onto his cheeks, a chuckle escaping his lips.
“you call me that, i ain’t postin’ this fuckin’ video.”
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basketballexpert3193: would never stand for being called cutiepie
#1 y/n fan: let our girl work!!! we want that new album!!
fantasstic: wanted to hate this couple so bad
– ryantheman: and i do, ruining the sport
– – lacy-11: she’s a singer?? how can she ruin the sport??
♡ deciding to take a ride on the ‘tunnel of love’ roller coaster at the annual valentine’s day fair, rafe happens to catch you before it starts, conveniently locking himself in next to you. annoyed, you tell yourself you’ll be out and away from the man once the ride is over but (un)luckily for you, it just so happens to break down, leaving you two stuck together until it’s fixed..
warnings: one sided enemies to lovers (reader is the one who can’t stand rafe lol), forced proximity, teasing, flirty banter, slight angst (just a teeny tiny bit, it’s literally almost nonexistent), light fluff
a/n: now presenting… ‘TUNNEL OF LOVE’ 🤍 my town just so happens to be having a valentine’s day fair.. maybe (hopefully) i’ll go!
link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
wc: 1.4k
[7:57 PM] bestie ♡: it looks like kelce is going to take me out for v-day after all!! don’t wait for me, i’ll catch up soon, promise!
you had just bought an extra large funnel cake for you and your best friend to share when you read her text, your sugary sweet smile faltering as you took a seat at a nearby bench. “more for me, i guess..” you sighed, feeling a little bit silly at the fact that you sat here by yourself when everyone who passed you by was either in a group setting or hand in hand with someone who was most likely their significant other.
you picked at the fried goodness, not really feeling as festive as you were just two minutes ago. “yo, y/n!” you recognized the voice before you even looked up, your eyes immediately rolling as none other than rafe ‘insufferable daddy’s money’ cameron made his way over to you. ‘please let this be quick..’ you whispered under your breath, not sparing the man a single glance as he plopped down ridiculously close to you.
“what do you want, rafe?” he smiled when he heard his name roll off of your tongue, his muscular arm draping across your shoulders as his mouth dropped next to your ear. “can you at least act like you could tolerate me?” you scoffed, shrugging him off. “no, i can’t,” you finally looked at him, “because even that is too difficult to do.” he swallowed thickly, feeling slightly defeated before he went for the funnel cake that sat in your lap.
“i’m really not that bad, i’ll make you realize that soon.” rafe was also too confident and cocky for your liking— more reasons you could add to your seemingly never ending list as to why you think you two would never work out.
“i highly doubt that.” rafe was licking powdered sugar off of his fingers when you met his gaze again, your eyes flickering down to his tongue. the one thing that you couldn’t put on your list was that he wasn’t hot. anyone with eyes can tell you that rafe was insanely attractive, but of course, you’d never admit that to him out loud.. or so you thought. “you’re staring.” he smiled when he saw that your eyes stayed trained on his mouth, a smug expression taking over his features.
you blinked away, deciding you had enough chit-chat for one night. “in your dreams, ‘cameron.” rafe watched you get up from your seat, gladly taking the funnel cake you basically shoved into his hands. “why, thank you.” he took another piece, popping it into his mouth. you flashed him a fake smile before adjusting the strap of your crossbody purse. “i’ll see you around!” he called out, waving obnoxiously in your direction. “no you won’t!” you whispered to yourself, deciding to explore the fair a bit more.
little did you know conversation between you and rafe was far from over.
you walked around the fair grounds for almost fifteen more minutes before you had decided you were better off at home eating some greasy takeout and having a rom-com movie marathon in nothing but your comfy pj’s.
just as you were on your way to the exit, a flashing heart with the words ‘TUNNEL OF LOVE.. find your lover inside!’ caught your attention. deciding you’d at least inquire about it, you walked up to the ride operator and asked away. “excuse me! hi, i was just wondering what does the whole ‘find your lover inside!’ thing mean?” the woman lit up as if she had been dying to answer this question.
“so basically there’s another roller coaster coming from the other side, and once you two meet inside, the ride will stop for two minutes before coming back out to the respective entrances.” she explained. “so it’s like speed dating?” you smiled, the idea enthralling you. “yeah, that’s exactly it!” she nodded. you weighed out your options and decided a little excitement wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“i’m suprised you don’t have a line, how much is it to get on?” you took your wallet out of your purse as she replied. “if you have a full-access wristband it’s free, but if not then it’ll be five dollars exactly.” you handed over the small bill, smiling to yourself as she let you through the metal gate. “it looks like two people can fit in here—” just as you stepped in, rafe came running from the opposite direction.
“stop the ride!” he shouted, his chest rising and falling as he bent over to catch his breath. you blinked. “it’s not even on, you drama queen.” taking a seat, you were about to pull the metal bar over your lap before he shouted again. “i’ll give you fifty bucks if you let me get on with her!” you crossed your arms over your chest, not expecting the ride operator to actually let him in. “seriously?!” you gasped when he walked through, flashing you a wink.
“sorry!” she pushed the guardrail over you and rafe until it locked in place before starting the ride. “this will all be over in two minutes.” you glared at him, trying to scoot as many centimeters away from him as you could. “that’s fine with me.” he shrugged. he leaned back in the cart, red and pink flashing lights illuminating the space in which you two rolled into slowly.
rafe kept his eyes on you, watching as you avoided his gaze. “why don’t you like me? serious question..” you sighed, finally giving him your full undivided attention. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. “what?” you acted like you didn’t hear him the first time, wracking your brain for any kind of answer. he smiled teasingly, pointing a finger at you. “i asked you why you don’t like me and you can’t even answer me!” you waved him off, facing the other way to hide the smile on your lips.
truthfully, you didn’t really know who rafe was. like just by himself as an individual. you knew that his friends were all assholes though, including the one who your best friend was willing to drop everything for. “i hate your friends,” you started, “and you are who you keep company with, sooo..” rafe cleared his throat as the roller coaster came to a stop. the inside of the ‘love tunnel’ was lit up with baby cherubs along the walls, red hearts and fairy lights adorning the interior.
“me and my friends are very different from each other.. i think you’d be surprised.” you hummed, adjusting the pendant on your necklace. “maybe..” the other roller coaster cart strolled in from the other side, the seats empty. “i guess it’s a good thing that i tagged along, since you would’ve been all by yourself if i didn’t.”
you glanced over at him, his blue eyes standing out in the pinkish lighting. “..yeah, i guess.” rafe’s head shot up as soon as the words left your mouth. “you really think so?” he scooted closer, the action making you laugh. “don’t push it.” you warned him, in which he held his hands up defensively. “okay, okay!” rafe had this smitten look on his face as if making you smile was his life’s greatest achievement.
“so you told me why you didn’t like me, which is fair, but i want a real chance at proving you wrong. can you at least give me that?” rafe hesitantly rested a hand on your knee, the hopeful look in his eyes making your heart melt into a soft puddle of mush. “hmm..” you pretended to think, the anticipation making rafe’s leg bounce. “okay. only under one condition though..” rafe nodded frantically.
“anything.”
“tell me why you like me so much when i avoid you like the plague, and never seemingly look in your direction.. like ever.” the man next to you snorted. “you want me to go down my full list? ‘cause we’ll be sitting here all night—” just then, the ride operator’s voice boomed through the intercom speakers from inside the tunnel. “hi, i’m so sorry for the inconvenience, but we’re having some technical difficulties and my electrician guy says it’ll be at least an hour or two before you could leave. i promise to issue a full refund once you two are off.”
you and rafe looked at each other half concerned and half amused. “..so, you were saying?”
Summery~ bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she can’t say it cause she’s shy.
Content~ Sexual tension, shy reader, slight humping, neck kissing, use of words like ‘princess, baby’ etc…
Authors Note~ Heyy!! I’m kinda trying out a new format so that’s why this looks like what it looks like… also this was so yum to write idk why but I just lowkey love this so much. Enjoy💗💗
Rafe walks through the front door, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, and hair messy from a long day at work. He drops his keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before he catches sight of you leaning against the kitchen island.
you stood there, clutching a glass of water in an effort to distract yourself from the way your stomach flips every time you see him.
"Hey, princess," he greets, his deep voice tinged with affection as he crosses the room in a few easy strides.
He reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist like they always do, and presses a soft, casual kiss to your lips.
You're breathless by the time he pulls away, though he doesn't notice, already moving toward the fridge. "Miss me?" he teases lightly, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he grabs a water bottle.
"Always," you mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He shoots you a quick grin, but you can tell he doesn't think much of it. He's too busy twisting the cap off the bottle and leaning against the counter opposite you, taking a long sip.
"So," he starts, setting the bottle down and resting one hand on the counter behind him. "Dad had me running in circles all day. He's got this big deal he's working on, and guess who got stuck doing all the legwork."
You nod along, trying to seem like you're listening, but your eyes keep drifting to the way his chest looked with the first few buttons open, the way his throat moves when he talks. His voice, low and casual, is like a drug, making your pulse race.
He's oblivious to your inner turmoil, stepping closer to you as he continues talking. His hands naturally find your waist again as he leans in slightly, not because he's trying to fluster you, but because it's just second nature for him to be close to you.
"And then-" His words trail off as, without even thinking, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter. The movement is so smooth, so casual, that it barely registers for him.
But for you, it's like a spark to a flame.
Your breath hitches as he sets you down, his hands still lingering on your hips.
He doesn't notice, though. He's still talking, still distracted, one hand on the counter beside you and the other lazily brushing against your hip.
It's too much. You can't take it anymore.
You slide forward slightly, your hips brushing against his, and suddenly, his voice falters.
He looks down at the contact, then back up at you, his expression flickering between confusion and realization.
"Oh," he breathes, his voice dropping an octave.
You feel like your face is on fire, but you can't stop yourself. Your hips roll gently, testing the waters, and you swear you see his jaw clench.
"Baby..." His tone shifts, softer, deeper.
His hands tighten on your hips as he steps closer, his body completely flush against yours now. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
You mumble something incoherent, too shy to respond, but the way his lips curve into a grin makes it clear he understands now.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Too shy, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck, peppering soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Each press of his lips leaves you breathless, and before you realize it, your hands are tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Your breathing grows heavier, the sensation of his lips on your neck too much and not enough all at once. A quiet sound escapes your lips, a soft moan that you can't hold back, and he freezes for a moment.
"Alright," he murmurs, his voice dropping further as he effortlessly lifts you off the counter and walks towards the bedroom. "Let me take care of you."
Authors Note~ I was thinking If there could be a part 2 for this…and if there could..how would it be? LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE ONE💗
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