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★,｡･: Dom to Sub Top! Clark Kent X Reader ｡･:*★
Summary: You meet a Red K infected Clark Kent. Looks like you've both met your match.
─✰ Contains: Making out, Oral sex, dry humping, size difference, begging, switching, pet names
─✰ Rating: Explicit
─✰ Content Warning: Unprotected sex, mildly dubious consent/ non verbal consent, use of "good boy" in reference to Clark, characteristic RedK attitude
─✰ Word Count: 2K+
A/N: The Red K has finally infected me! Clark referred to as Kal in this bc he's undercover (｡•̀ᴗ-)★
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The night had been slow but you expected it to be. The only people who come to this club on weekdays were the owners, their bodyguards and bored people who knew about said owners and body guards. You were the latter, always stopping by when you had nothing better to do in an outfit that screamed “I'm bored, take me home”. You stopped feeling shame a while ago. What’s shameful about wanting a rich asshole to show you a good time? You’d run their tab up on fruity drinks till you were sufficiently dumb enough to spend the night in a highrise you could only dream of owning. It was your little slice of pie for going through your painfully average life with as much grace as it allowed. By now it had reached 2am and you were just about to call it quits when a tall, dark haired man tailed in behind some old guy.
You had never seen him before. You vaguely recognized the usual patriots and their rotation of muscle but you were positive you’d remember seeing those intense blue eyes. Just your luck, they sat in a booth adjacent to the bar. The two men seemed to be done talking shop if the light chatter and rolling chuckles you heard over your shoulder were anything to go off of.
“Go, have a drink; enjoy yourself; think about what I’ve offered you.” You caught the older man saying. The exact moment your mystery man went to scan the room, you worked up the courage to look over your shoulder. When your eyes met, his pearly white canines showed in a wolfish grin and you knew you had to have him.
You tried to keep it nonchalant. You looked back at your drink casually and subtly leaned forward over the bar. Over the quiet music, you could hear large boots stomp towards you. As much as you wanted to, you won’t look up until he acknowledges you first.
“Hey,” He said simply, sliding in to slot himself next to you. “I’m Kal.”
You looked over at him but had to orient yourself as you realized you needed to look up far more than you were expecting to meet his eyes.
He continued. “This place is kinda a drag, huh? My apartment is much nicer.”
“Straight to the prize?” You scoffed, surprised by the brazen behavior. “Usually the guy’s here at least offer to buy me a drink first.”
“Well,” He leaned forward to crowd you even more and traced a finger up your arm. “Lucky for both of us, I’m far from the usual guy. I see something I want. Why should I beat around the bush?”
You defyingly place a firm hand on Kal’s chest. “I suppose. The real question is: what's in it for me?”
“Easy. You get to spend the night with me and I’ll show you something you’ve never seen before.”
Kal dragged his hand up up your thigh to then rest on your waist, sending a shiver up your spine.
“What makes you so sure I've never seen it?”
“I know a good girl when I see one.”
“If I was a good girl,” You whispered up at him, sliding a finger in between a slight gap in his shirt buttons. “I wouldn’t be here talking to someone like you.”
Kal smirked, licking his lips with a slight chuckle.
Screw it if this guy had the worst vibe in the world, you thought, that laugh needed to be ingrained into your soul before you could let yourself go home. You grabbed him by his front belt buckle and dragged Kal out the club with you. You stop near a motorcycle you were more than sure belong to him then grab the back of his neck to pull him into a heated kiss. Kal was quick to slip his tongue in, rolling it over yours as your lips linked together. He barely breaked for air with anytime you pulled back, the tips of your tongues still flicking, he’d grab your jaw and force you back. Mercifully, he let go of your lips once he’d sucked and nipped at them to his satisfaction but then he took to trailing those wet kisses down your chin and jaw. You knew they'd be a bitch to cover up if he left a hickey but you had no mind to complain when the mountain of a man in front of you pushed your pelvises together and forced you to grind against his thigh.
“Oh, fuck,” You swore as you held on to his shoulder with no choice but to move along with his steel tight guiding grip.
“Watch that pretty mouth.” Kal muttered into your neck. “Ready to go?”
You just nod. You figured the next turn of events was you hopping onto the motorcycle that you were surprised hadn’t been knocked over by now but surprisingly Kal scoops you up in a bridal carry instead.
“I’ll come back for the bike. I got something much faster.”
You blinked as a gush of air hit you square in the face. The force of it was like a punch that left you dizzy and slightly disoriented. Once your eyes focused, you realized you were in a large penthouse apartment. The scenery was like a move with the moonlight flooding in from the open curtain to illuminate the bed. You looked up at the man who still had you gathered in his arms with a mixture of awe and excited anticipation.
“Some trick” You managed to quip, trying to appear unfazed. “Let me down?”
Kal sets you to the floor and rolls his eyes while you attempt to fix your wind swept appearance. He dragged you to bed, or more so picked you up again and slung you over his shoulder to carry you to the bed. You hit the mattress with an unceremonious “ooff” and turned a glare up at Kal who was already shrugging off his leather jacket.
“Asshole!” You glared at him with a barely contained smile tugging on your lips.
“Who, me?” He says cheekily while kneeling in front of the bed. Before you could ask what he was doing, he grabbed you by the hips and slid you closer to him. You watched in wonderment as he placed kisses along your thighs while making the most intense eye contact from under his eyelashes. For such a personality, you thought he had a sweet face. You could almost imagine him with a softer smile and an innocence shining behind those big blue eyes. Something compelled you to reach out and pet him. It was a simple gesture to brush his bangs off his forehead but still he leaned into the touch. Intrigued, you brought your hand back up to rake your fingers through his dark wavy hair. His eyes fluttered for a second and he let out a barely audible sigh as he dropped his head into your lap. Soon he was completely engrossed with your touch, making a deep rumbling sound of contentment.
He let it go on longer than you had expected. Kal seemed to have forgotten his earlier mission of getting laid in favor of indulging his surprising need for gentle affection. You had been with those guys who got all mushy afterwards but this was taking it to another level. Experimentally, you grabbed a fistfull of his hair and tugged his head back forcing him to look up at you again. A giggle slipped past your lips as this pulled another groan from Kal.
“Aww,” you cooed teasingly with a sickly sweet voice, “Looks like our big, bad wolf is really just a little puppy dog.”
Kal jumped up and growled a dark “Fuck. you.” He knocked your hand away and grabbed your waist again to pin you to bed. His eyes seemed to glow as he tensed his jaw and seethed. Kal, focusing on his objective once again, hiked up your dress with more roughness than was necessary until it was bunched up around your middle. He tracing the lines of your body in quiet fascination before hooking his thumbs in the straps of your panties and pulling them down slowly.
“Don’t piss me off, princess. You wouldn’t like how it ended.” He threatened, which apparently was asshole for “I’ll let that one slide.” You didn’t try to fight it, completely forgetting about playing hard to get. Your knee fell farther apart and Kal wasted no time ducking down and placing a kiss on your exposed pussy.
He started slow with you. Long, teasing licks that made you shiver. Once you were sufficiently warmed up, quivering in anticipation and dripping down your own thighs, he became focused. Kal flicked his tongue over your clit at first, the tip of which tickled the nerves then dipped lower to lick in between your folds. He grabbed your legs to push them up more then buried his face in your heat to suck you in. The sensation was intense with your only relief being the seconds in between when he’d pull back from abusing your clit in a crude kiss like smack. You gripped Kal’s hair desperately, now with less control on your part. As your fingers involuntarily curled in, the groans coming from the man currently devouring you sent up a vibration that made your stomach coil. Kal then pressed the tip of his middle finger into you and you were suddenly reminded of how empty your hole felt. The curl of the thick digit rubbing against your walls was heaven but still you panted for more. He added in a second one to twist together in your insides and your mind filled with static as the pleasure builds to a peak. You cum with Kal’s bright red class ring bumping against your pussy lips.
You vaguely register that the high pitch whining and ragged breath are coming from you. You look down at Kal with his chin covered in your juices and an accomplished glint in his eyes as you come down from your high.
“Good boy, Kal.” You panted his praise without thinking. It was his own fault for turning your brain to mush. You noticed the phrasing going straight to his head. His already red twang cheeks darkened and throat bobbed. You sit up a bit just in time to see the subtle way the man was rocking to try and relieve some of the pressure caused by his obvious boner trapped in his dark, wash jeans. The curiousness cleared your head enough to further your findings.
“You look so good down there. On your knees just for me. Did you like your treat?”
You were surprised when the man nodded dumbly up at you.
“Do you want another one?”
Kal nodded again with enthusiasm and jumped up to pounce on you. With your body trapped under his, it looked as if you had nowhere to go. Though it wasn’t like you were hurting to run off. Kal kept one arm over your head and the other reached for his belt. You stuck your hand in between your heaving chest to nonverbally tell him to slow down but your gesture was swatted away with a growl.
“What's wrong now? I thought you wanted me to show you how good I can be?”
Kal leaned down to kiss under your jaw and did you the indignity of only pulling his jeans down enough to free his cock, robbing you of getting to see more of his body. Kal entered you as sloppily and hastily as he was currently licking up your throat. You both groan in unison as he buried himself deep inside you. With his weight pining you to the mattress, he practically grinds his dick against your cervix. The whole affair felt so raw. You hold tight onto Kal’s bicep and try not to lose yourself again.
Unceremoniously, you betray yourself by shuttering through your second orgasm. You throw your head back and accept the pounding Kal was giving you knowing there was no chance of him slowing down. The noise he made when he came inside you was strangely cute with it being a mix of a choked off groan and a blissful sigh.
You didn't expect much aftercare but was pleasantly surprised by Kal engulfing you in a hug after rolling over to your side. He cuddled into your neck that was already darkening in bruises and just breathed deeply with you for a while.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Was the first thing he asked you after. His voice was so small and genuine, you thought you had imagined it.
“I’m alright,” you reassured him and reached up to card your fingers through his hair. Kal sighed in contentment then squeezed you a little tighter.
“Did you mean it when you said I was good?” He asked further. It almost sounded accusing, like he was expecting a no in response.
“ I meant it,” you respond instead. “You can be sweet when you want to.”
Despite the gentle moment, it was a bit hard not to notice Kal’s cock thumping against your thigh. After a while, he’s shamelessly grinding up against you and moaning into your ear.
“Tell me I’m good.” he demands of you through haggard breathing. You almost felt like you were witnessing something you shouldn’t but played along anyhow.
“You’re good. You did so good, Kal” You praised. You reached your hand around and hugged his hip so he was encouraged to move closer. “You made me feel so good. You’re a good boy.”
Kal came as soon as those two magic words left your mouth. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Still, Kal must have heard you snort and pulled away quickly.
“Hey, come back.” You tried but still couldn’t help how the amusement bled through into your voice.
“Don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone.” He growled with his back to you.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it…princess.”
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A/N: I am physically incapable of writing Dom Clark with out it ending in him being pathetic apparently. Honestly he's more bratty than anything (¬ᴗ ´¬ )
