pairing: clark kent x fem!reader
summary: clark suddenly begins to distance himself—afraid he’s being too clingy, and it’s your job to remind him that he should be obsessed with you.
warnings/tags: not proofread so i apologize for any spelling mistakes, all in lowercase, established relationship, written in both reader and clark’s pov, fluff if u squint, clark is absolutely head over heels for reader, reader knows he’s superman, sub!clark, the term good boy is used once, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl), based off sabrina’s new song my man on willpower
note: this is my first time writing smth like this... i’ve dabbled in a few imagines here and there wayyy back then, but never anything like this so pls. bear with me. also tried to integrate some of her lyrics in there so lmk if u catch them hehe
it’s been three months since you and clark started dating. and he’s the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for. he’s clingy, he’s loving, and he always initiates calling and touching.
exactly what you desired in a man.
what’s there to complain about when you have a man who’s completely and utterly obsessed with you?
turns out there’s a few things, actually.
clark sat at his desk, the document in front of him waiting to be written on. he stares blankly at the computer screen, his fingers resting on the keyboard but not moving whatsoever.
jimmy slaps a hand down onto clark’s desk, causing the taller man to jump. “wha—what was that for?”
“you’ve been staring at a white screen for five minutes now.”
clark feels a hint of embarrassment upon hearing jimmy’s words and clears his throat. “it’s just writer’s block,” he murmurs.
“didn’t you finish that article on superman the other day?” jimmy raises a brow, resting his hip against the edge of clark’s desk as he looks down at the dark haired.
clark sighs and turns his chair around to face jimmy. “alright, can i be honest?” he doesn’t give the other time to respond before he’s already adding on, “i had the best night last night.”
jimmy is immediately intrigued. “well, go on.”
clark begins to tell him that yesterday was your guys three month anniversary—explaining how he went to your apartment and surprised you with dinner after you got off work.
“so you snuck into her apartment while she wasn’t there and started cooking some stuff up?”
clark rolls his eyes. “you’re making it sound like i’m some sort of stalker. she consented to giving me a spare key, by the way.”
“i’m just sayin’ man. some girls hate that stuff.”
clark’s face falters, slowly taking in what jimmy is saying.
“i know a ton of girls who hate it when guys are too clingy. sometimes, the ladies just need their space.” jimmy shrugs.
you picked up your phone and checked the time for what felt like the tenth time. it was already six o’clock, meaning clark got off work an hour ago.
but he hasn’t called. which is very unusual for him.
you decide to take it upon yourself to initiate the call, pressing on his contact before bringing the phone up to your ear.
it rings twice before he finally answers.
“you didn’t call after you got off work, i got worried," you say, slouching back against the couch.
“i’m sorry, it must’ve slipped my mind,” he answers, his voice low.
“are you still coming over for movie night?”
“uh… unfortunately, i don’t think i can make it this time sweetheart. perry assigned me a really hard article and i can’t miss the deadline.”
a small frown forms on your lips but you understand. “okay. maybe next time.”
“yeah, sure. have a good night baby.”
he hangs up before you can say it back, catching you off guard, but you simply brush it off.
throughout the rest of the week, you began noticing how distant clark was.
it was always, “i’m busy” or “i’m working”, like he didn’t have time for you anymore.
he only visited your apartment once that week. and when he did, the slutty pajamas you wore didn’t even get a single glance out of him.
it’s like something inside him had switched after celebrating your three month anniversary. it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him be this reserved.
he didn’t bother to call as often, always seemed tense when walking you home, barely invited you over to his apartment, rarely even stayed over at yours anymore, and overall… just seemed off.
something was definitely wrong.
you were currently getting ready to go out with clark and his friends. they’re your friends too. kinda.
you’ve met lois and jimmy a handful of times, but both were very sweet and you all seemed to get along well.
lois had invited you to come with her and the boys to the new bar that just opened down the street from the daily planet.
you finish getting ready, quickly fixing your hair with a glance at the mirror before making your way to the living room, where clark sat, having been ready for the past ten minutes.
“sorry for taking so long—my hair wouldn’t cooperate, but i’m ready now,” you tell him.
clark stands up off the couch, pushing his glasses up with his finger before shaking his head dismissively. “don’t worry about it. let’s go,” clark says, his hand resting lightly on the lower of your back as he guides you to the front door.
by the time the two of you arrive, lois and jimmy have already sat down in a booth. jimmy is the first to speak up. “kent! over here!” a wide grin on his face as he waves the both of you over.
“took you two long enough,” lois adds, her finger running over the rim of her drink.
“to be fair, it was all me. clark was ready way before i was,” you reply, a soft chuckle leaving your mouth as you slide into the booth, clark sitting down next to you.
clark opened his mouth to say something—it was second nature for him to throw compliments your way—but quickly closed it shut, worried it’ll just ick you out. especially in front of your friends.
“well, that doesn’t matter anymore. new bar means an excuse to drink, so let’s get on with it!” jimmy exclaims.
as the night got darker, the four of you continued to chat amongst yourselves—mainly clark, lois and jimmy. you couldn’t find it in yourself to chime in all the time, most of the time not even knowing what the three were talking about.
they were currently in the middle of a conversation about… you have no idea what.
you’ve been zoning out for the past twenty minutes, wanting nothing more than to go back home and have clark all to yourself.
your hand goes to hold his under the table, fingers interlacing with his. you’d hoped he would’ve at least spared you a glance—but no.
you squeeze his hand in an attempt to grab his attention.
you watch as he continues to talk to his coworkers, not even seeming remotely interested in looking at you.
you huff in annoyance, removing your hand from his. he doesn’t even seem to notice that.
you prop your elbow up on the table, resting your temple against your knuckles as you keep your gaze fixated on him, waiting for him to say something.
“what the hell is going on?” you blurt out, cutting him off from whatever he was saying.
the entire table’s eyes are on you now, but you don’t pay mind to jimmy and lois—solely focused on figuring out where your boyfriend went.
“uh… sweetheart? is everything okay?” clark asks tentatively, tilting his head slightly.
you sigh heavily, your shoulders slumping as you fight the urge to roll your eyes. “no, clark, everything is not okay. you’ve been acting weird ever since we celebrated our anniversary. suddenly you’ve given up on calling me daily, you barely visit my place, it’s been over a week since we had our last movie night—jesus, clark, you used to be literally obsessed with me.“
clark is taken aback, not expecting such a reaction from you about his recent distance.
before he can say anything, jimmy clears his throat and hesitantly speaks up. “i may or may not have told him he was being too clingy…”
you turn to shoot jimmy a glare. “seriously?”
“i’m so sorry honey, i never meant to make you feel like i was pulling away from our relationship. i know i can get too needy sometimes and i also know that can be a dealbreaker for some and well… i didn’t want to scare you off,” clark explains, his hand immediately going to envelop yours.
a sense of relief takes over you upon hearing clark’s words. to know that he was just holding back in fear of losing you made your heart skip a beat.
your gaze softens, admiring his selflessness. “clark… that is the absolute last thing you have to worry about,” you reassure him.
you turn back towards jimmy. “never get into my boyfriend’s head again.” you point a threatening finger at him, to which he simply nods.
“the hardest thing to believe here is clark actually being able to restrain himself,” lois remarks.
“honestly yeah. i didn’t even think you had the ability to stay away from her for more than five minutes,” jimmy says.
“trust me, it was torture,” clark tells him.
“well,” you start, guiding you and clark out of the booth. “me and clark have some catching up to do. don’t bother contacting him for the rest of the night.” before the other two can get a word in, you’re already leading him back to his car.
your stumble back against the door, clark shutting it closed with his foot before guiding you to your bedroom.
you shrug your jacket off and let it drop to the ground, his joining almost immediately after.
clark’s glasses fog up as the two of you continue your heated make out session and he ultimately decides to throw them off, the sound of them hitting the floor catching neither of your attention.
clark’s hands find their way to the back of your thighs and swiftly pick you up off the floor, his chest flush against yours. you let out a muffled moan against his lips and loop your arms around his neck, your legs automatically encircling his waist.
he gently places you on the bed, his body hovering over you. his mouth leaves yours and instead goes to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
you instinctively arch your neck to allow him more space, a sigh of satisfaction leaving your lips. “i want nothing more than for you to be obsessed with me, clark,” you whisper.
the words go straight to his groin—his cock already straining against the fabric of his pants.
“and i want nothing more than to continue being obsessed with you, baby,” he murmurs against your skin.
he slowly makes his way down your body, his lips leaving kisses anywhere they can—your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, your stomach—absolutely anywhere.
eventually, he reaches the waistband of your jeans and silently asks for permission. once you nod your head yes, he wastes zero time pulling them down your legs.
he eyes your damp panties as he begins to leave a trail of kisses along your inner thigh, his big hands wrapping around the supple flesh.
“gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” he mumbles before reaching where you want him most.
his thumb goes to press against your clit through the fabric of your underwear, making your breath hitch.
clark throws your thighs over his shoulders before delicately pushing your panties to the side, letting him get the perfect view of your glistening cunt.
his tongue is flat against your folds as he licks a stripe along your pussy, eliciting a low moan out of you. he takes your clit into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and swirling his tongue around it before moving back with a pop.
your hand finds its way to his hair, your fingers tangling themselves in his dark strands. “just like that baby.”
“missed this sweet pussy,” he murmurs, his voice sending vibrations through your body.
he gives up on teasing and decides to give all his attention on where it matters most. his lips stay attached to your clit—tongue flicking across your sensitive bud and causing you to gasp out.
“clark, ‘m so close,” you breathe out. “yeah?” he continues his ministrations. “let go for me, baby. wanna taste you on my tongue,” clark says.
and that’s all it takes. you feel the knot in your stomach snap—your orgasm taking over you.
your grip on his hair tightens just a bit as you ride out your high, before finally loosening up.
your chest heaves up and down as you catch your breath, clark immediately coming up and pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. “you okay?” he asks you.
you don’t respond, his lips colliding with yours before you can even think.
your hands claw at the collar of his shirt before clumsily unbuttoning it open and throwing it off his shoulders. he shrugs it off, letting it join the growing pile of discarded clothes on your bedroom floor.
you flip the both of you over—clark now laying on his back while you straddled his lap.
you take your blouse off and anything else you have on before moving your focus to clark’s belt. you fumble with it for a few seconds before eventually getting it off. clark lifts his hips, shimmying his pants down, along with his boxers, before kicking them off completely.
a week. a whole week since you’ve had clark inside you.
it was time to change that.
he was already leaking with pre-cum, his pretty pink tip waiting to enter you. you swipe your thumb across the slit—a whimper leaving his mouth.
you line the tip of his cock with your entrance and hover above it, no intention to sink down just yet.
“you want this? you want to feel my wet cunt all around you?” you say, gliding your soaking folds across his fat tip.
“yes, please baby—gosh, i need you so bad,” clark pleas, his hands squeezing your thighs.
“beg for it,” you deadpan.
clark doesn’t hesitate. “please, sweetheart. i’m sorry for distancing myself from you—i shouldn’t have ever done that. i love you so much, please baby—wanna feel your pretty pussy all over my cock,” he babbles, his voice cracking slightly in desperation.
the corners of your lips quirk up in a faint smile. “good boy,” you coo.
you finally give in and carefully sink yourself down onto his thick cock—feeling him stretch you out in the most pleasant way possible.
your eyes flutter shut for a moment as your mouth falls agape, having missed the feeling of the way he fills you up so good. “god, i almost forgot how big you are,” you mutter, letting yourself adjust to the size for a quick moment.
clark on the other hand, was already lost in a state of bliss. he knew he wasn’t gonna be able to last long with the way your walls clenched around him.
“oh gosh… you’re so tight sweetheart,” clark groans, his hands moving to grip your hips.
your hands rest on his chest as you lift yourself up, letting his cock almost leave, before dropping right back down.
a moan leaves clark’s lips, his head thrown back in pleasure. your finger taps his chin. “eyes on me.”
he does as you say and lifts his head, watching as you begin to form a steady pace.
your breathing quickens as you start to bounce up and down on clark’s lap—the tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot with every move.
one of your hands go to run through his hair, causing a whine to escape his throat. “you’re gonna continue being obsessed with me… and i’m gonna love every second of it,” you state, rolling your hips against his.
clark nods eagerly, his hands giving your hip a squeeze. “i’m so infatuated with you, dear—good gosh i love you so much, you don’t even know.”
you start to move up and down once again, this time increasing the pace just a bit. a soft moan leaves your mouth as you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm.
clark notices the way you stutter in your movements and thrusts his hips up to meet your bouncing. “wanna make you come again—wanna feel it all over my cock, beautiful,” clark mumbles, one hand leaving your hip to cup your breast.
he palms the soft flesh and runs his thumb over your nipple, noticing the way you shudder under his touch.
“oh god, don’t stop,” you moan.
“i have no intentions to, baby.”
it isn’t long before you reach your second climax of the night, clark’s eyes never leaving your face.
he watches the way your teeth tug at your bottom lip while your eyes stay shut. your hair lays perfectly along your shoulders, some strands falling across your face.
he thinks it’s you’re the most beautiful thing ever.
“i’m close sweetheart—where do you want it?” clark asks, his breathing quickening.
“inside—just do it inside me,” you tell him.
clark does exactly as you say and gives one final thrust of his hips before letting his cock fully sit inside you—letting out a strangled moan as he comes, his hot seed filling up your gummy walls.
after a few moments, you slump down onto his chest, the both of you worn out from tonight’s activities.
clark wraps an arm around your waist, his nose nuzzling the top of your head. “do you seriously mean it when you say you don’t care how clingy i am?” clark murmurs.
you lift your head up to meet his gaze, a tired chuckle leaving your lips. “yes, i mean it. i could never get sick of you.”
clark smiles sheepishly. “then i have no choice but to continue to bother you 24/7.“
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