#clollie

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[bottomsupermanevents]

Introducing: BOTTOM CLARK WEEK 2026! An event dedicated to fanworks featuring Clark Kent, a.k.a. Superman...bottoming! RULES:

Bottom Clark ONLY. No switching or mention of switching. Clark may dom, but he must bottom.

Generative AI is strictly prohibited. Use of generative AI will result in the banning of participation in future events.

Must be 18+ to participate. Due to the NSFW nature of the event, all creators must be adults.

All types of fanwork are welcome. Art, poetry, fanfiction, edits, threads (Twitter) and posts (Tumblr) are accepted. Get creative!

All ships are accepted and all iterations/versions of Clark are welcome.

Have FUN!

THE PROMPTS:

Day 1 / August 23: Identity porn | Pet play | First time

Day 2 / August 24: Body worship | Exhibitionism | Mommy/daddy kink

Day 3 / August 25: No capes AU

Day 4 / August 26: Lingerie | Crossdressing | Cosplay | Roleplay

Day 5 / August 27: Inappropriate use of Kryptonite

Day 6 / August 28: Marriage | Pregnancy | Omegaverse

Day 7 / August 29: Free day

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[orbis-alius]

So, are we going to talk about how Clark is a magnet for millionaires?

His uncle Kendall in the comics tries to adopt him and bequeath him his entire fortune

Bruce/Batman is always just a phone call away.

Lex in Smallville, his first gift was a damn truck and he always gave in to what he wanted, also the closest thing we'll get to a Sugar Daddy relationship

Then came Oliver. Clark literally ended his relationship with one millionaire and another one fell into his lap the next instant, as if sent by the gods.

Now, in Superman 2025, he has a good relationship with Michael Holt, whose current financial situation I'm not sure about, but as he said, all those technological toys are expensive.

And let's not forget John Henry Irons, who changes his career and financial situation every time I hear about him.

I mean, am I getting too caught up in headcanons or is this something...

[timeburger]

can U plspspslslls draw Clollie 💟💟💟💟💟💟

yes i can! :^)))))

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[mae-kent]

clark/ollie collage (from GA 2001) and ms marvel (1977) collages for trades with my moots <33

[smallvilleversary-zine]

Characters and Ships

As it was mentioned in our FAQ posts, shipping is allowed in the zine, so it is time to expand on the subject.

For our zine we stick to the rule: “If a character wasn’t shown clearly dying on the screen, or there is no prove of them being actually dead, they may be considered to still be alive.”

So such characters as Morgan Edge (mentioned to be missing in a Daily Planet’s article in Season 8, though twice said to be dead and never actually shown to be turned into the person trying to kill Lex and Clark in Episode 8 Season 3 (Shattered) via plastic surgery, after being presumed dead in Episode 2 Season 3 (Phoenix).) or Tess Mercer (Lutessa Luthor) (who was never shown after supposedly dying in Lex’s arms after being stabbed and drawing her last breath, considering Lex still could have called ER, especially after his memories were whipped) can be safely optimistically called still alive.

(Remember Greg Arkin (The Bug Boy) who seems to have died in Episode 2 Season 1 (Metamorphosis) and appeared alive and well in Episode 4 Season 10 (Homecoming)? That’s the same situation here.)

And we can also allow the possibility of Lionel Luthor being still among the living, because as Jor-El’s emissary and vessel he isn’t lacking importance and could have been resurrected by the kryptonian AI or put into altered state of existence, a stage of suspended animation right after the fall and then healed enough to recover, because his dead body wasn’t shown in the casket and there was no proof provided of it being not the case.

Everything depends on your vision.

So here is the list (not by any means final or complete), of the characters who may appear in the zine as living acting participants of various plots:

Clark Kent/Kal-El/Superman; Lex Luthor; Martha Kent/The Red Queen; Lionel Luthor; Lois Lane; Lana Lang; Chloe Sullivan/Watchtower; Oliver Queen/Green Arrow; Morgan Edge; Bart Allen/Impulse; Arthur Curry/AC/Aquaman; J’onn J’onzz/John Jones/Martian Manhunter; Tess Mercer/Mercy/Lutessa Luthor; Jor-El (AI, or in Lionel’s body); Kara Kent/Kara Zor-El/Linda Danvers/Supergirl; Zatanna Zatara; Pete Ross; Lucas Luthor; etc.

In Flashbacks and mentions only:

Jonathan Kent (May appear as an AI version of himself in the Fortress of Solitude.); Whitney Fordman; Jimmy Olsen; Dr. Virgil Swann; Dr. Brigette Crosby; Ryan James; etc.

Characters, who appeared in Smallville Season 11 comic books are also allowed to be a part of the zine (Bruce Wayne/Batman, Diana Prince/Wonder Woman, etc.).

Earth-2/Mirrorverse counterparts of characters’s life depictions in 15 years in our time are also welcome (Clark Luthor, Lois Queen, Jonathan Kent (-2), Martha Clark (Kent before divorce), etc.).

Once again we establish that all relationships between the characters should be depicted in the works in the zine as being more on platonic side.

No ships between family members are allowed.

(Note: If you write a piece sticking to Mionel, Clex is not allowed in it and vice versa, etc.)

Here is the list of the ships:

Het:

Clois – the ship between Clark Kent and Lois Lane.

Clana – the ship between Clark Kent and Lana Lang.

Chlark – the ship between Clark Kent and Chloe Sullivan.

Jonathan x Martha – the ship between Jonathan Kent and Martha Kent. (in flashbacks only, or in case of Earth-2/Mirrorverse scenarios)

Mionel – the ship between Martha Kent and Lionel Luthor.

Lexana – the ship between Lex Luthor and Lana Lang.

Lollie – the ship between Lois Lane and Oliver Queen.

Chlollie – the ship between Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen.

Zeeiver – the ship between Zatanna Zatara and Oliver Queen.

Tollie – the ship between Tess Mercer and Oliver Queen.

Chlex – the ship between Chloe Sullivan and Lex Luthor.

Kex – the ship between Lex Luthor and Kara Zor-El.

Aquamera – the ship between Arthur Curry and Mera.

Slash:

Clex – the ship between Clark Kent and Lex Luthor.

Clollie – the ship between Clark Kent and Oliver Queen.

Ledge – the ship between Lionel Luthor and Morgan Edge.

Femslash:

Tess x Lois – the ship between Tess Mercer and Lois Lane.

Chess – the ship between Chloe Sullivan and Tess Mercer.

Chlana – the ship between Chloe Sullivan and Lana Lang.

If the ship of your choice isn’t included in the list, feel free to mention it.

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Express Yourself Don't Repress Yourself

Clollie - Clark Kent X Oliver Queen

yeah so this is obviously smut, dni if you don't like okay yes and thank you. alsotjis is my first time writing smut 😁

this consists of : softdom!oliver whinysub!clark (kinky shit), fingering, stroking, sex, fluff cause duh, little plot with porn, clark and oliver don't really like each other here (but they will very soon), consent, nipple sucking (clark receiving), blowjob (oliver receiving), praising, handjob (clark receiving), fluffy unicorns (aka lois and lana), they sleep on the same beeeddddd, they know clark is superman, platonic clois, platonic clana, not proofread, could be ooc since it has been a hot minute since I've watched smallville and bad writing

Clark had finished up with another bank robbery, a common occurrence, but he was still exhausted. He decided to swing by the Daily Planet to maybe run into Lois and talk it up with her. Much to his surprise, Oliver Queen of Star City also had the same idea.

"Our favourite farm boy's here." Oliver whispered over to Lois, but made sure Clark heard it. Clark eye rolled.

"Rough day?" Lois asked a question directed towards Clark, eyeing him from top to bottom. "Don't worry, Smallville, I have some coffee heated up for you."

Lois excused herself to go take some coffee from the coffee station, leaving Oliver and Clark together. Immediately, Clark felt the room getting hotter.

"So, Clark, what's the latest case?" Oliver broke the silence, inching a little closer towards him. "Saved any old ladies, helped a cat from a tree?"

"Considering you're Green Arrow, shouldn't you know?" Clark narrowed his eyes at him, his eyes steered away from Oliver to Lois holding a cup of coffee in her hand, making her way to them.

She handed it over to Clark as he uttered a simple 'thank you'. Just as he was about to take a sip, Oliver took it from his hands, taking his own sip. Lois chuckled at their antics.

"Last time I checked, she brought that for me." Clark said with a serious undertone but Oliver let out a dry laugh. Clark didn't find anything hilarious at the moment. When the cup was handed back to him, he suddenly didn't have an appetite.

"I'll catch you guys later." Oliver nodded, before escorting himself out of the building. Lois smiled over at Clark, a frown still visible on his face.

"He's a nice guy you know." Lois muttered, inching a little closer to Clark, giggling a Clark let out a scoff. "He does mean well."

"You're only saying that 'cause he's nice to you." Clark grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Lois nudged him playfully.

"Maybe," Lois poured herself her own cup of coffee, blowing it before getting a sip, smacking her lips after. "But maybe you two will get to know each other more. Who knows, maybe a little friendship will blossom."

Clark was about to respond with an as if but his mind raced. Maybe she wasn't wrong.

Oh what the hell.

Green Arrow and Superman had just finished up a case together, not planned to do it together but they just happened to be at the crime scene at the same time. Green Arrow had gotten severely injured, considering the criminal was ridiculously skilled.

Superman flew them to Green Arrow's house, entering through the balcony as he put Green Arrow on the couch. Superman turned the lights on, making Green Arrow's eyes burn.

"Take off your mask. Your hood too." Clark went across the living room to get the aid kit, immediately rushing over to Oliver once he found it.

He started off with Oliver's face, gently dabbing a small scar across his cheek. "How bad is it?" Oliver grunted, his hand flying to hold Clark's.

"Uh.." Clark eyed the lingering fingers, before the snapping out of it. "It's.. Not too bad. It shouldn't leave a mark. Your other wounds, though, I can't say the same."

Oliver let go of him, cursing under his breath. He tried to relax himself, sitting back into the couch. Clark lifted up Oliver's shirt gently, pressing a cotton pad to the bleeding wound on his lower waist, eliciting a wince from Oliver's lips.

"Is it stinging bad?" Clark looked up at Oliver, who only responded with a nod. Clark hummed, taking a new cotton pad. "Just try to relax."

"You're good at this, hm?" Oliver lowered his voice to try and not strain his body, looking down at Clark. "Done this before?"

Clark smiled slightly, chuckling shortly. "Mm. Lana's done this to me before. I studied how she did it incase it may come in handy one day."

"Hmm, Lana.." Oliver mumbled, resting his head against the cushions. He spoke his thoughts out loud, "You two got something?"

Clark paused his movements for a split second, blinking once or twice. He resumed cleaning up Oliver's wounds, before chuckling shyly. "No, no.. I mean, we used to, but we broke up. I'm still friends with her though."

Oliver hummed, a part of him feeling relieved to hear the bit of information he received. Clark cleared his throat awkwardly, "Why'd you ask?"

"Just thought you guys seemed close." Oliver said softly, before gasping when Clark pressed a little too hard on the wound. "Gentle, farm boy."

Clark snickered, responding with a little "mm."

Oliver thought maybe he wasn't so bad.

Clark stayed over at Oliver's house tonight, unexpectedly. After they went out to dinner with the three other girls, Clark decided to hangout at Oliver's for the time being.

Only, hangout isn't the only thing they did.

Clark found himself straddling Oliver, locking lips with him as Oliver's hands roamed around.

30 minutes ago

"Thanks for stopping by." Oliver muttered, nudging Clark a little. Just as Clark was about to switch on the lights, Oliver stopped him. "Don't on the lights, they hurt my eyes like hell."

The room was dim, only a yellow light source lighting up the room ever so slightly. Clark shrugged, "Well, I like it this way anyway."

Oliver chuckled, sitting on his bed as he rubbed his eyes, kicking off his shoes. "Make yourself comfortable."

"I always do." Clark joked, making Oliver snicker. Clark decided to sit on the floor in front of Oliver.

Oliver's hands went to rub Clark's back on instinct and he just let him. Clark groaned softly, tilting his head a little so Oliver could get a better angle.

"It's not easy being Superman, is it, farm boy?" Oliver's voice lowered to a whisper, but still made sure Clark could hear him.

Clark, on the other hand, felt his heartbeat thumping rapidly against his chest, shaking his head as a response to Oliver's question. "Mmh, no, it really isn't.."

Oliver slowly made his way up to Clark's neck, kneading in his nape, making Clark let out a soft whimper unconsciously. "You're really good at that."

"I am." Oliver said under his breath, his thumb brushing over the sensitive spot on Clark's neck, making him suck the air sharply.

"Weird.. Weird feeling." Clark stumbled over his words, his head was now facing the floor, giving Oliver more access.

"Is it good or bad?" Oliver asked, he had another layer of something to his voice, it's just that Clark couldn't quite make it out. "The feeling."

"Uhm.. I guess.. I guess.. g-good." Clark mumbled, grunting a little when Oliver brushed his thumb over the same spot again.

"Uh, I gotta.. toilet." Clark stood up suddenly, excusing himself to go to the toilet when he was clearly just fine. Oliver let him go anyway.

Clark paced around in the small space of the bathroom, his hands rubbing the back of his neck, trying to find the same feeling Oliver had given him.

He couldn't.

Oliver stayed waiting outside, his mind replaying how Clark reacted to his touches, wondering if he should've stopped or not.

A few minutes passed and Clark finally came out from the bathroom. Before Oliver could comment on anything, Clark climbed on the bed and kissed him.

Neither of them pulled away.

Clark climbed on top of him, Oliver's hands sliding up and down his waist as their teeth clashed. It was messy.

Oliver broke the kiss first while Clark leaned in for more. They stared at each other before Clark quickly came to his senses, blinking rapidly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Clark tried to climb off but Oliver tightened his grip, making sure Clark stayed right where he was.

"Why are you apologizing?" Oliver made sure his voice was as gentle as possible, making sure Clark felt comfortable.

Oliver weakened his hold on Clark, allowing him to climb off as Oliver sat up. Clark sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the strings of his pants.

Oliver got off the bed, stopping infront of Clark as he looked up at Oliver. Oliver felt a weird heat in his stomach at the look Clark was giving him.

"Have sex with me." Oliver said simply, as if it was something you said on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. Clark's eyebrows furrowed.

"Wh.. What?" Clark lowered his voice, as if somebody out there could hear them. He stared at Oliver taking off his shirt, not realizing his mouth hung open.

"Do you want to?" Oliver turned to Clark, his hand reaching to play with Clark's hair, before trailing down to caress his cheek.

"Ollie, this is.." Clark swallowed thickly. He didn't know how to respond. His hand held the hand that was caressing his cheek, as to make sure it never stopped.

"We don't have to." Oliver pulled away, reaching back to his shirt to put it on, but Clark stopped him.

"No, no, no.." Clark said quickly, pulling Oliver closer to him. He held both of Oliver's arms by the wrist to keep him there. "I'm not saying I don't want to, I just.." Clark paused, his face flushing a deep red. "I've never done it with a guy."

Oliver laughed gently, slowly pulling his hand away from Clark's grasp to ruffle his hair. "I'll guide you, farm boy."

Clark was down to his knees, Oliver's hand fisted in Clark's hair as he muttered instructions to him.

"You have to be patient with it, love." Oliver said, guiding Clark's head to just the right angle. "Try from here."

"Mmh, wike dis? (like this?)" Clark spoke with Oliver's dick in his mouth, making Oliver shudder. Clark licked along the vein on Oliver's dick, making sure to follow his instructions accurately.

"Yes, exactly like that. Good job, baby." Oliver groaned as Clark tilted his head just to get a better lick at it.

"Fuck, Clark.." Oliver moaned, his grip on Clark's hair tightening as his head fell back. "You're doing so good."

Clark played around with Oliver's balls, making Oliver let out a loud groan, thrusting his dick a little deeper into Clark's mouth. Oliver bit back a moan when Clark circled his tongue around the tip. "Are.. Are you okay, baby?"

Clark fought his gag reflex, nodding his head lightly. He went in a little deeper, before his whole mouth engulfed Oliver's dick. Oliver let out a long whimper. "You're great, Clark."

Clark licked Oliver's entire length before sucking on his balls, which definitely got a reaction out of Oliver. Oliver moaned his name out so loud it probably woke some neighbors up. "Oh, fuck, Clark!"

Clark quickly engulfed him again, sucking on the sensitive patches on Oliver's dick, his moans and groans echoing throughout the air.

Oliver tensed up, and Clark knew he was about to cum by the way Oliver was trying to get his dick out Clark's mouth.

As Oliver finally let go, he let out a loud groan while Clark swallowed up every last drop. He wasn't trying to disappoint Oliver for their first time.

Oliver stumbled back onto the bed, his chest heaving. "Oh my god.." Clark rested his chin on the mattress, still kneeling down on the floor.

"Clark that was amazing." Oliver breathed out, looking over at Clark, who's face immediately lightened up. "You did so good for your first time, and you swallowed it too. Are you okay?"

Clark nodded, climbing up on the bed with Oliver. "I'm.. I'm great." Oliver chuckled at his response. The two were catching their breaths, before Oliver sat up and towered over Clark, who was still laying on the bed.

"I'll be gentle, okay?" Oliver pinned him down, his hand reaching down to grab Clark's dick. Clark's breath hitched, his eyes trailing down Oliver's face.

"Please do." Clark mumbled. Oliver smiled down at him, before leaning down to press a kiss on Clark's neck. "O.. Okay.. You can start now."

Oliver started off with gently moving his hand up and down, making sure Clark adjusted before he went any faster. Clark let out soft whimpers from under his breath at every stroke.

"I'll go a little faster now." Oliver said, scanning Clark's face for any discomfort, waiting for his approval. All he got was a nod. "You need to use your words, baby."

"I'm.. I'm sorry. Yeah, you-you can go a little faster.." Clark struggled to utter a full sentence, his hips buckling up slightly to get more friction.

"Don't apologize, Clark." Oliver said, his voice warm like honey, careful not to startle Clark. Oliver's other hand came to caress Clark's lips, opening up slowly as he went in to kiss him.

The kiss drowned out Clark's moans, he wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck for support, his body stiffening. He whimpered into the kiss, "O-Oliver.."

"I know, baby, I know." Oliver's hand immediately picked up the pace, eager to get Clark to come undone. Oliver began biting around, leaving hickeys on Clark's neck. He bit on Clark's nipple, making Clark arch his back as he cried out Oliver's name, forgetting that they were in a place that could easily disrupt other people.

"You're being so loud." Oliver said teasingly, the look on Clark's face immediately sending shivers to his spine. Clark tried to tone himself down, muttering 'I'm sorry' under his breath, a layer of moans coming out too.

Oliver hummed, stopping right when Clark felt it, and Clark wanted to punch him right in the face for that. Clark whined, disappointment written all over his face. "Why'd you stop?"

Oliver grinned cheekily down at him, "Don't you wanna save your orgasm, sweetheart?" Clark eye rolled, of course Oliver finds ways to piss him off even during sex. Oliver patted his cheek, "Be nice, darling."

Clark loved how the nicknames rolled off Oliver's tongue smoothly, he couldn't even be mad at him. Oliver sat up straight on his knees, grabbing a bottle of lube in his drawer. Clark's face scrunched. "You just keep that?"

Oliver shrugged. "For situations like these, obviously. Raw isn't my thing." Oliver winked down at him, and Clark decided an unamused face was the best expression to put on.

He poured lube on his fingers, Oliver had a flirtatious look on his face, smiling down at Clark teasingly. "Try to relax, okay?"

"What-?" Clark tried to say, but was interrupted by himself letting out a deep moan. Oliver's finger intruded his entrance and Clark reduced to a moaning mess again.

"Your body is really sensitive, not that I'm complaining." Oliver took note of the way Clark's body jolted with each touch, making it a million times easier to get under Clark's skin.

"Oh, shut.. shut up.." Clark whimpered in between words, Oliver's finger seemed to wander, from the looks of it, he was trying to find something-

Oh.

Oh.

Clark's back arched, his head falling back as he cried out. Oliver smirked at the reaction, like he hit jackpot or something.

"This is the spot?" Oliver's finger pressed down on the spot inside him, making Clark bite his lip to hold back a moan he was about to let out.

"Ollie, wha-what?.." Clark said, his voice came out breathy, he gripped the pillow for dear life as he clenched his fists.

"Your prostate." Oliver muttered, his finger circling the spot that made Clark see stars. Clark moaned, throwing his arm over his eyes.

"Don't cover yourself, baby. I wanna see you." Oliver whispered into his ear, making Clark shudder. He complied, making brief eye contact with Oliver.

That alone sent Oliver into orbit. The look on Clark's face, the way his eyes were half-lidded, the way his mouth hung open, small whimpers spilling out. Shit.

"It feels so good.." Clark whimpered, pulling Oliver closer to him as his nails scraped Oliver's back, making Oliver whimper at the pain, but a part of him enjoyed the way Clark dragged his nails across his back. Sickening.

"Clark, you're so beautiful like this," Oliver murmured, nipping at his earlobe. "Absolutely breathtaking."

"Yeah?" Clark whimpered, burying his head into Oliver's neck, biting down on it lightly to hold back his moans, leaving a little mark.

"Yeah." Oliver entered another finger, scissoring and pressing down on the bean, driving Clark insane. Oliver's cock was practically burning by now, begging for some sort of release. Though he had already orgasmed just now, just the lewd sounds Clark was making was enough to get Oliver back in the mood. As if he ever left.

"Oh, Oliver!" Clark mewled, his breathing raggedy and uneven. Clark's nails dug even deeper, Oliver letting out a pained grunt, which didn't go unnoticed. "I'm sorry, Ollie, I'm so sorry.. unh!"

Oliver shook his head, his breathing also growing shallow. "No, it's okay. I don't hate it." Oliver assured him, which made Clark feel warm inside. Literally too.

"Oliver, I'm close, please, Oliver please, please gentle.." Clark pleaded, in which Oliver immediately obeyed. He went a little slower, making sure Clark felt every single brush of his fingers. He added one more finger, stretching Clark beyond his limits, which caused Clark to cry out loud.

"God, Oliver, you're so good at this." Clark uttered, his voice coming out raspy from all the moaning he'd been doing. Oliver couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm good at alot of other stuff too, Clark." Oliver's tone was smoky, making sure Clark got the hint. His fingers went faster, Clark's voice cracked, whimpering at each thrust of his fingers.

"Cummin-!" Clark warned, before coming undone, some of his semen going on Oliver's abdomen. Oliver slowly retracted his fingers, licking the wetness off his fingers.

Clark's breath was unsteady, his eyes closed, still recovering from his orgasm. Oliver placed a kiss on his nose, making Clark giggle as he opened his eyes and locked eyes with him.

"You okay?" Oliver muttered, his hand sliding up Clark's body. Clark let out a small noise, telling Oliver he was okay without really talking.

"Oliver?" Clark voiced out, catching Oliver's attention. Clark pulled Oliver close to him, his lips crashing against his. Their lips moved against each other like it was made just for the two of them.

When the kiss broke, Oliver's face became a little more serious, but the love on his face not completely disappearing.

"I wanna be inside you." Oliver said softly, making sure Clark wasn't uncomfortable with the idea. Clark knew Oliver was a straightforward guy, but sometimes Oliver really did catch him off guard. Clark couldn't help but laugh.

"Be more direct would you?" Clark said sarcastically, pulling Oliver into a hug as the two of them laughed. When they broke apart, Clark gave him a soft smile. "I want you inside me."

Oliver made sure to be as gentle as possible, but when he was barely halfway in, Clark seemed to already be over the edge. Oliver couldn't help but find it incredibly sexy.

"Baby, I'm not even halfway in." Oliver softly said, stopping 4 inches in to help Clark adjust. That sentence made Clark sit up a bit.

"You're not!?" Clark said incredulously. Oliver giggled at his reaction, but as usual, Clark didn't find anything amusing. Oliver lightly leaned him back into the bed, his hand caressing Clark's hair.

Oliver made a little signal telling him to relax, and that's the last thing Clark can do. Oliver pushed himself a few more inches in, making Clark whimper.

"O-ooh- ah- Oliver!" Clark mewled, feeling a little tension in his muscles. Oliver had already prepped him up a while ago, but the muscles inside him had gotten tighter from the tension he was experiencing.

"F.. Fuck, prepping you didn't really do anything, huh?" Oliver grunted, thrusting in more inches, so that he was now halfway in. This action alone made Clark moan.

"Ha-ah!.. O-Ollie.." Clark's breath hitched, a deep red visible on his cheeks. Even Clark didn't know he could make these sounds.

"I'm almost all in, baby." Oliver said, his voice husky as he dug in deeper. The whimpers and lewd noises Clark made were music to his ears, and when he bottomed out, god.

"H-holy shit- Oli- UNGH! Ollie!" Clark gripped the bedsheets, small whimpers coming out from his lips as Oliver started moving at a steady pace.

"Try and relax, sweetheart." Oliver's voice was starting to come out strained himself, thrusting his hips forward slowly. Clark's mind was a haze, he could definitely hear what Oliver was saying but he wasn't exactly hearing it.

"So b-big, ungh.." Clark said unconsciously, making Oliver have a smug grin on his face. Oliver was obviously aware of his size, but hearing it from Clark specifically boosted his ego.

"Ollie- Ollie, faster- p-please, mnnh!" Clark begged, buckling his hips down to try and get Oliver to speed up.

"Can you handle that, baby?" Oliver leaned down to slightly nip at Clark's neck, kissing it soothingly after. Clark nodded vigorously.

"I-I can handle it, Oliver, just-just plea-please go faster!" Clark knew he'd probably regret saying these things later, but for now he didn't really care. For now. Oliver smiled down at him.

"Tell me how much you want it." Oliver cooed, certainly enjoying the little show his Clark was putting on. Clark whined, pouting his lips.

"Fuckin- tease," Clark said, his voice full of annoyance, this only made Oliver laugh. He always seemed to find Clark's disappointment amusing.

But, his disappointment didn't overpower his need. "Ollie, please, Ollie, I want you- need you to make me cum, please, Oliver."

"Fuck, you're good at that." Oliver muttered, biting his lip. Clearly, Clark's pleading seemed to work. Oliver slowly started to pick up his pace, before going just fast enough to make Clark go over the limits.

"O-Oh, oh- shit, Ol-Oliver!" Clark threw his head back, his moans echoing off the walls. Oliver's breathing came out in short breaths, as small little grunts poured out too. "Mmnhh, so deep-"

"I'm sorry if this is- unh.. -too much baby, you feel so good." Oliver's voice nearly broke, there was just something so different about Clark, other than the fact that he's an alien, of course.

Clark shook his head, trying to tell him that he didn't mind a single bit, but he kept being interrupted by a string of moans. Oliver leaned down to suck on one of Clark's nipples, his free hand playing with the other.

Clark's hands fisted in Oliver's hair, the sucking of his nipples adding on to the sensation. "O-Oliver! You're so good, oh my g-god- mmnhg! So-so good."

Clark would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, but god, he loved every fucking second of it. Oliver's tongue traced the outline of his nipple, determined to push Clark over the edge.

Clark's hands moved from Oliver's hair to his back, scraping it, as if earlier didn't do enough damage. Oliver groaned at the pain.

Oliver could sense Clark was coming closer, so he picked up the speed and began thrusting into Clark rougher than before. Clark's moans only grew louder. "A-ah, ha-h, ugh! Oliver- you're too- uhng- rough-"

"Just hang on a bit more, Clark, I'm almost th-there." Oliver's voice came out rough, not what he was intending, but Clark wasn't exactly complaining either.

Tears started to pool at Clark's eyes, not because it hurt, but because of the overwhelming pleasure. "Mmhhn!.. Angh! It feels so g-good, fuck.." Clark was practically cock drunk at this point.

Oliver thrusted a bit more harsher, but still careful not to hurt Clark. Just one more thrust and-

"Ooohh, shi-shit-" Clark came undone, a long moan spilling out of his mouth. Oliver kept his pace though it became a little sloppy, before cumming after Clark did.

After they finished, Oliver collapsed on top of him, their breaths mingling. Clark giggled, Oliver looking up at him with a lazy smile, "What?"

"It felt good." Clark muttered, Oliver chuckling. Clark wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck, before Clark's phone on his drawer started ringing.

Clark glanced at Oliver, Oliver glancing back before Clark grabbed his phone and answered the call. "Um, hello?"

"Hey, Clark!" It was Lana's voice from the other side. "It's Lana. Thought I'd give you a call.. But you sound.. Really exhausted, are you okay?"

"Uh-" Clark shot Oliver a glare, who suddenly couldn't stop giggling. "I'm-I'm doing great, I just.. I finished up some work, is all."

"Oh well, okay.." Lana's voice sounded unsure, "Well, I just wanted to tell you that me and Lois picked up your mail for you. No one was coming by at the Daily Planet, so we left it at your place, if that's okay."

"No, yeah, that's great, thank-thank you, so much. Tell Lo I said hi." Clark said quickly, ending the call before Lana could say anything else.

As soon as the call ended, Oliver started laughing. Clark smacked him on the face with a pillow, Oliver falling to his side as they both laughed.

"Alright, let's go shower.."

End