I’m not a comics expert by any means but I think that superheroes would be way less famous if they existed in the real world. Like irl, a lot of cities have local celebrities that are inside jokes for the people who live there. And between there only being 1 or 2 vigilantes in a huge city and the press not having great access to them I just can’t imagine them being any more famous than a citywide meme.
Like imagine you go to Gotham or some shit and this big fuckoff man in a black cloak and mask wooshes right past you while you’re in line for a burrito and you tweet about it and you get like 5 quotes being like “lmfao tourists don’t even know about batman anymore” like. The bat?? man??? And he’s just some guy that runs around assaulting criminals??? Or you visit your friend in NYC and see some wierdo in a red and blue gimp suit eating a hotdog and no one bats an eye and you’re like “do you think that guy is okay no judgement but like what is up with him” and they’re like “omg wait did I forget to tell you about spiderman?” And you can’t tell if this is just a New York thing or if you are actually losing your mind. Like can you imagine
summary: when clark kent stumbles into a 24 hour vet clinic with his unconscious side-kick, the last thing he expects to find is maybe the only person in metropolis who can handle krypto. It’s an extra bonus that she’s beautiful too.
warnings: swearing, fluff
notes: I loved this movie and I loved this version of clark kent. and I totally ran away with this idea. please enjoy <3
*yn* always liked the clinic at night.
The phone barely rang, the waiting room wasn't flooded with neurotic purse dogs yapping at anything that moved, no owners complaining that she couldn't magically click her fingers and make their beloved fur babies well-trained.
It gave her time to focus on what she really cared about. The animals.
Working nights at a 24 hour vet clinic also meant that usually anyone who stepped through the front door, was dealing with an emergency.
She liked it though. The pressure. The adrenaline. Feeling like she's actually made a difference when she manages to bring an animal back from the brink.
Tonight was not one of those nights. It had been quiet. The only person who'd come through the door was a tourist asking for directions to Metropolis City Hall.
She stared at her computer screen. Cupcake's intake form stared back at her.
Chihuahua. 3 years old. Overweight. Biting warning. Aggressive. Reactive. Overdue for almost every vaccination. She scrolled through the checklist, checking off each box in turn. Her pointer finger hit the mouse just a fraction harder everytime she clicked off a box.
"Isn't there medication you can give her or something? To calm her down?"
"Ma'am, Cupcake isn't suffering from anxiety. She just needs some training so she learns not to bark at everyone that walks past her."
"So what, now I can't control my dog?"
"Ma'am-"
"You know what, I think I'll take Cupcake to that new vet that's opened up down the block. Take her to someone who actually cares about helping animals."
*yn* leant back in her chair, the interaction from earlier that afternoon playing over in her head on a loop.
"Fucking idiot." She muttered.
She glanced up at the clock on the wall. The paw shaped clock hand ticked slowly.
It was nearly quarter to twelve.
Almost time for her to clock off.
She tried to focus back on the soft blue light of the computer screen in front of her. She couldn't leave for the day until she finished typing up her shift report , but her mind kept wandering.
Her phone buzzed on the desk.
Running late sorry. Had to evacuate the subway again - metahuman flooded the station! :(
A sigh escaped her lips. Lucy was meant to be here at eleven thirty so they could do the shift handover before the next vet tech on shift got here at midnight.
*yn* had already sent Will, the vet tech on her shift, home for the night. It meant that she'd be manning the fort on her own for at least another thirty minutes.
She responded to Lucy letting her know it was fine and not to stress before placing her phone back down.
She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache begin to creep up the back of her skull. The last twelve hours were starting to take its toll.
She pushed out of the chair, stretching her stiff limbs.
Tea. She needed tea.
The sound of her sneakers squeaking on the laminate bounced off the walls. A car honked in the distance.
It was so quiet that she could hear the tiny huffs and snorings emanating from the animals being kept overnight in observation.
Her hand wrapped around the handle of the rusting kettle.
A sharp series of rapid knocks made her jump and jerk her hand back, causing the kettle to topple off the counter. The lid swung open halfway on its journey to the floor, causing water to soak her front.
"Fuck!" She cursed as the kettle crashed loudly on the ground.
If the water had been boiled, she'd have been taking a very urgent trip to the ER.
"I'm coming - shit!" She hissed as she tried to clumsily ring her scrubs out.
The knocking continued as she hurried out into the waiting area.
They always locked the front door after hours. The locals knew there were drugs galore in here. *yn* had very quickly learnt that they weren't particularly fussy about whether they were intended for humans or not.
There was a man standing at the door. It was hard to make out his features in the dark. What she could tell was that he was huge, his imposing frame nearly engulfing the whole glass panel.
As she got closer to the door, she realised he was holding a bundle of white fur. Almost blinding so. Like it had been carved from fresh snow.
She paused for a split second.
She was acutely aware that she was alone in here. And it wouldn't be the first time that someone had tried to use a stray to get inside.
"Please! You have to help us!" The man's voice was muted as it tried to pierce through the thick glass.
*yn* glanced back down at the bundle in his arms. It was unmoving.
That made her decision for her.
She slid the deadbolt out of the latch and stepped aside, allowing the man to tumble in.
The fluorescent light allowed *yn* to finally get a look at him. A mass of black curls on top of his head, a face framed by thick glasses that were sitting lopsided on the bridge of his nose.
That was all she took note of before she focused her attention on the animal in his arms.
A dog.
"Thank you - I just- I came home and I didn't know what to do and I just googled the closest emergency vet and I-"
"Follow me. What happened?" *yn* asked him as she crossed the waiting room to open the door that led to the consultation rooms.
"I-I don't know I just came home and he was unconscious, I tried to rouse him but nothing was working."
"Just put him here." She gestured to the table in the middle of the small room.
"He's breathing, I could hear- I checked his pulse." The man continued as he placed the dog down gently.
"Well, that's a good first step." *yn* ripped two fresh gloves out of the dispenser.
"He couldn't have eaten anything? Chocolate? Medicine left out?"
"No." He shook his head adamantly. The sticky thwack of the gloves encasing her hands rung out through the room.
"Ok. That's good." She nodded as she rounded the table.
Her heart was beating fast, but she was calm. The headache had dissipated. The adrenaline that she was addicted too had taken hold.
"I'm going to have to ask you to step out while I take a look at him sir." She instructed without looking up as she began to press her hands against the dog's ribs.
"What- no I can't-"
"Sir." She cut him off firmly. "I'm not asking."
"But-"
"Sir-"
"It's Clark."
She glanced up at him, noting the expression on his features. She'd seen that look a thousand times before.
Pure fear. Panic. Confusion. The guilt that he might have been the one to cause this.
"Clark." She softened her tone. "I'm *yn*. And I understand how you must feel right now. But in order to give your dog the best medical attention that I can, I need to be a hundred percent focused and I can't do that with you in the room."
He opened his mouth as if to argue, but promptly shut it and nodded.
"Ok." She nodded back. "What's his name?"
"It's uh-" Her brow furrowed, peering up at him through her lashes when he paused. "It's Dog."
She nodded, unphased.
"I've heard a lot worse, trust me."
She remembered to shoot him a small smile, hoping it would somehow ease his worry.
"Dog is in safe hands. I promise."
Clark jiggled his leg up and down. The fluorescent light hummed above him.
It had felt like hours had passed since he'd crammed himself into the small waiting chair.
He could hear the vet, *yn* she'd said her name was, moving around in the room behind him.
His ears picked up her soothing voice.
"You're very handsome, has anyone told you that before?"
He leant his head back against the plaster, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to calm himself down.
"You're going to be just fine, gorgeous boy. I'm going to take very good care of you."
His heart warmed. Krypto was indeed in very safe hands, he could tell already.
After what felt like an eternity, he could hear the squeaking sound of *yn*'s sneakers getting louder. Clark shot up out of the chair the second the door swung open.
"How is he?"
Now that she wasn't in sink or swim mode, she could finally look at the owner of her patient properly.
The thick frames that she identified earlier were covering kind, blue eyes. The glasses were still crooked, sliding down the bridge of his nose like they were trying to escape. The black mass of curls were perfectly tendrilled, flopping down over his forehead.
His body was wrapped in a jacket. There was a tuft of red material poking out of the left pocket.
His frame seemed even bigger than she remembered. His thighs looked like they could be the size of her torso, his biceps the size of her head.
He was stupidly good looking, she quickly realised.
The tense look on his face made her snap back into reality.
She cleared her throat, "So far, Dog seems completely fine."
Clark let out an audible sigh of relief.
"I did an ultrasound and a physical and couldn't detect anything abnormal, apart from some bruising that's starting to form around his skull." She placed her stethescope around her neck.
"I did a quick scan, there's some slight swelling around the brain but nothing that seems to be of any concern. Looks like he might have taken a bump to the head."
Clark frowned. "I don't understand."
"I've seen it happen before. Dogs get a bit too excited, run into a tree chasing a ball or a coffee table or something and stun themselves."
"Are you- are you saying that he knocked himself out?" Clark queried in disbelief.
*yn* shoved her hands into the pockets of her scrubs. "Until I run a few more tests and get the results of the bloods back, that's my best guess right now. Yeah."
"I guess that explains the dint in the- wall." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a groan. "What the hay, dog." He mumbled to himself.
*yn* raised a brow in amusement. "Did you just say 'what the hay' unironically?"
Clark blinked. Now that he knew Krypto was ok, he looked at her. Really looked at her.
Covered head to toe in pink scrubs adorned with dog bone shapes. Scrubs that were soaked through the front, clinging to her skin. Hair scraped back. Dark rings under eyes that seemed to sparkle. Lips twisted in a bemused smirk.
Beautiful.
"What can I say, you uh- you can take the boy out of Kansas, but can't take Kansas out of the boy?"
That elicited a small chuckle from her. The mood lightened between the two.
"Well if you grew up in Kansas, you must know a thing or two about animals." She answered as she crossed the waiting area to the reception desk.
"You mean I must know a thing or two about cows, right?"
"I wasn't going to say it but..." She shrugged innocently as she opened a fresh intake form on the computer.
"I can't talk though, I've lived in Metropolis my whole life so I guess that makes me an expert in what...rats and squirrels?"
Clark chuckled at that. He pushed his glasses back up the slope of his nose.
"I've given Dog just a little something for the pain and a shot to try and rouse him." *yn* explained, slipping back into vet mode as she typed out Dog's symptoms.
"Thanks. How much is the bill for all this?"
*yn* swotted his question away with her hand. "Don't worry about it."
Clark frowned. "I insist."
"It's fine, honestly. I didn't have to do much. I'm just glad he's ok."
Clark smiled at her. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."
"It's nothing." She dismissed him, feeling herself growing slightly nervous under his gaze. "If it's ok with you though, I'd like to keep him overnight in observation, just to make sure it's nothing more sinister."
"Oh uh-" Clark cut himself off as he tried to think of an excuse. The last thing he needed was Krypto waking up and tearing this place apart.
*yn* glanced up at him over the computer screen.
"I think I'd rather just take him home, he can get a bit antsy. He's not very well trained."
"Trust me, we'll be fine. Our whole lives here are pretty much spent dealing with untrained pets."
"I appreciate that it's just- um- well he's- how do I put this-"
A loud crash echoed down the hallway. Clark didn't need super hearing to know what room it came from.
"What the-" *yn* sprung into action, hurrying down the hallway. Clark was hot on her heels.
She yanked open the door to the consultation room. *yn*'s jaw dropped. Clark nearly collided into her back as she stopped short of breaching the entryway.
Floating a few inches off the table, was Dog.
He was still groggy, but most definitely awake. He was swaying slightly from side to side in the air.
*yn* glanced down at the floor. The surgical light had been knocked over.
"Ok." She swallowed as she inched into the room. "Guess I'll need to add 'flying' to his patient chart."
"I can explain-"
Clark however, did not get a chance to explain.
The second he spoke, Dog's face jerked up. It was like Clark's voice were smelling salts, shocking him into consciousness.
*yn* noticed that one of his ears was permanently flapped up.
A ball of white shot across the room. *yn* yelped, jumping out of the way before he could crash into her. Clark however, wasn't so lucky.
Dog barrelled into him, knocking him clean off his feet. He landed with a loud thud on his back. *yn* twisted around to see Dog jumping up and down on Clark's chest, his tail wagging so fast it was like a windshield wiper on steroids.
"Krypto - stop! Down! Down! Ow!" Clark protested, barely able to get the words out as Dog covered his face with licks.
"Krypto?" *yn* queried as she rose to her full height.
At the sound of his name, Krypto turned to look at her. He tilted his head, his big eyes locked on her. He stepped off Clark's chest and took a few steps towards her.
Luckily, that was enough of a distraction for Clark to lunge forward and scoop him up in his arms.
"Stop it, hey settle dog, please." Clark begged as Krypto struggled against his steel like grip.
*yn* had to do something, if he got loose she didn't want to know what kind of carnage he could wreak in here.
"Hey, it's ok." *yn* spoke calmly, closing the gap between her and Clark. If this didn't work, it was going to have to be a tranquilliser.
"I'm not going to hurt you." She reassured him. Dog stopped struggling as she slowly extended a hand out. He watched it curiously, but didn't squirm away, as it came to rest on his spine.
She began to run soothing strokes down his back. Clark felt Krypto relax in his arms.
"I know, the vet is a scary place huh?" Krypto licked her hand in acknowledgment.
Clark looked up at her in disbelief. It was pretty much impossible to control this dog, and she'd somehow managed to subdue him in less than thirty seconds.
Once she was sure that Dog, or Krypto, was calm, she fixed her attention on Clark.
"So, you wanna explain to me how you managed to get ahold of Superman's dog?"
Clark swallowed. "It's kind of a....foster situation."
*yn*'s brow quirked up, indicating that explanation wasn't going to exactly cut it.
Clark paused, debating whether or not to say anything, before finally relenting. "I know Superman, sort of. I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet."
"Oh." The name rung a bell. "You're Clark Kent?"
He nodded.
"Yeah. I know you, I've read your articles. You interview him a lot."
"Yeah, I guess I'm just lucky." He laughed awkwardly, shoving his glasses back up his nose again. "Anyway Superman is a busy guy y'know? Always out saving the day. I babysit Krypto sometimes when he's out doing all that awesome hero stuff."
Krypto looked up at him at that. He let out a small growl. Clark shot him a warning look, which *yn* luckily didn't notice.
*yn* glanced back down at Krypto. "Well, that's very kind of you." She moved her hand to scratch under his chin.
"Maybe next time you see Superman you can ask him if Krypto's up to date with all his shots. If he's not, tell him to bring him in." She glanced up at Clark through her lashes.
"If dogs from outer space even need them." She tacked on quickly. "They're a bit beyond my expertise I'm afraid. Shockingly, we didn't learn about superdogs in vet school."
Clark let out a chuckle and nodded shyly.
"I'll be sure to ask him."
“Ok, good.” She nodded. A heartbeat of silence passed between them.
"So when you said before 'that explains the dint in the wall', you actually meant the-"
"The ceiling mmhmm. Yep." Clark nodded.
He glanced down at her wet scrubs. *yn* caught his gaze before he could look away.
"Don't ask."
"Wasn't going to." His brows quirked up.
She folded her arms, "let's just say, it can be added to the list of Krypto's casualties alongside the lamp and your ceiling."
Their mouths simultaneously quivered before bursting into laughter.
A fortnight or so had gone by since the whole 'flying dog in the middle of the night' incident.
While her mind every so often wandered to thoughts of the chaotic duo, it was always quickly dragged back to the all consuming reality of her patients, customers and staff.
The longer time ticked on, the more that *yn* was starting to convince herself that the whole experience had been some sort of a hallucination as a result of severe sleep deprivation.
"Hey, you ok if I duck out and grab something to eat?"
*yn* looked up from the bandage she was currently redressing on a grumpy Persian, Tuna, to see Will standing at the door. "Yeah of course, take thirty."
It was only early evening and the start of their night shift, *yn* wasn't expecting it to pick up until a bit later on.
"Awesome, thanks *yn*."
"Oh grab me a redbull while you're out and you can make it forty!" She called out after him.
She heard him shout back an acknowledgment as she focused her attention back on Tuna who was begin to squirm in her arms. "Nearly done buddy." She muttered.
She had just placed Tuna back in his cage when she heard the shrill bell of the front door opening.
"Will, you can beg all you want but you're not getting the company card." She teased as she came out into the front area.
"Not Will, I'm afraid." A deep, amused voice answered.
Clark's gorgeous smile greeted her near the desk. She tried to ignore the way her stomach flipped.
Nope, definitely not Will the gangly freckled vet tech.
"Nice to see you coming in here conscious this time buddy." *yn*'s eyes lit up at the sight of Krypto in his arms. His tail started wagging at the sight of her.
"Not for lack of trying, believe me." Clark answered her as she closed the distance between them to give Krypto a scratch behind the ears.
*yn* seemed more excited to see Krypto than him. Clark kind of loved it.
"I hope you don't mind us dropping in. Krypto has been limping a bit on his front right leg."
Concern flashed across her features.
"I was wondering if you could take a look?"
"Yeah of course, I can take a look now."
Clark followed her through to the same consultation room. He noticed that the lamp had been fixed since they'd last been here.
Clark had only just placed Krypto down onto the table when the front door chime rang out again.
She withheld a sigh. Maybe it was going to be a long night.
"Sorry, I'll just be a moment." She shot him an apologetic look.
"No problem, take your time."
"Try not to take out the lamp again." She teased Krypto before heading back out into the corridor.
Clark's eyes followed her the whole way there.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she made her way out into the waiting area.
The very familiar yapping of a certain chihuahua filled her ears. Shit. It was indeed going to be a long night.
Sure enough, the lady from a few weeks prior stood in the middle of the room. Cupcake's yapping only increased when she spotted *yn*.
Maybe they needed to implement a 24 hour locked door protocol.
*yn* painted on a fake smile. "Hi ma'am, how can I help you?"
The lady's lips curled up into a snear.
"Exactly the vet I was hoping to see."
"Is everything alright with Cupcake?"
The lady scoffed. "Don't pretend to care about my dog now."
*yn*'s smile dropped. If she got accused of not caring about her human customers, she'd probably shrug her shoulders and agree. Humans could definitely suck.
But she always cared about the animals. Always. Even if they were misbehaved, it was always due to trauma inflicted by humans or lack of training.
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard me. I went to the other vet and when I tried to claim the bill through my insurance they told me I couldn't because I'd already come to see you."
"Ma'am it was your decision to go get a second opinion-"
"I only had to get a second opinion because you refused to help me." The lady's cheeks were going pink with anger. "The other vet was more than happy to help me."
*yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that vet from veterinary school. He'd do just about anything an owner asked of him if it meant it made him money, even if it wasn't in the best interests of the animal.
"And now I'm four thousand dollars out of pocket because of you."
*yn*'s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she focused back in on the woman's ranting. Four thousand fucking dollars? She bit her tongue to stop herself from asking if he'd prescribed medication dipped in gold.
"While I'm very glad that you've found a solution for Cupcake, I'm not sure what you want from me exactly."
The woman let out a bitter laugh. "What I want is for your clinic to cover the cost. It's your incompetence that caused all of this."
*yn* gritted her teeth. It was becoming harder by the second to stay professional. "I'm afraid that's not possible ma'am."
"Well that's just not good enough. I want to speak to your manager."
*yn* cocked her head and gestured to herself. "You're speaking to her."
The woman's neck was turning a concerning shade of purple.
"Is this some kind of joke? What sort of joint are you running here? Scamming people out of there hard earned money and taking advantage of their love for their animals. It's a disgrace. You shouldn't be allowed to call yourself a vet-"
"Is everything ok out here?"
*yn* turned around at the sound of Clark's voice. He looked different. His back was stiff, his chest puffed. He somehow looked even taller than usual.
He stood beside her. His eyes ran over *yn* briefly. Assessing. He noted the way her face was taught, like she was trying to hide the impact the words were having on her.
He turned to look at the woman. His face was stony. Hard set.
Cupcake stopped barking at the lady's feet.
"Nothing that's any of your business. Although, word of advice - go to a different vet clinic while you can."
"No, I don't think I will." Clark answered, his tone clipped. "I think *yn* is an excellent vet. Probably the best in Metropolis. She cares deeply about animals and loves her job. It's a shame that you can't see that."
*yn* looked up at Clark in shock.
The lady's face soured even further. If that was possible.
"If she loved animals she would have helped Cupcake-"
"I was trying to." *yn* cut her off, the restraints around her tongue finally loosening free. "It's not my fault that you can't be bothered to train her. But hey, go ahead and drug her up with some meds that she doesn't need and might give her heart failure to make your life easier. Cause you're the one who loves her, right?"
"How dare you-"
"I think you should leave." Clark cut her off firmly. His eyes were blazing with unspoken emotions.
*yn* didn't even think it was possible for Clark to get angry. He came across so gentle. Clearly she was wrong.
The lady opened her mouth to respond but seemed to possess enough common sense realise it was a fight that she wasn't going to win.
"I will be leaving a very honest google review of this place." She snapped. "Come on Cupcake, let's go."
"Looking forward to it." *yn* shot her a sarcastic smile, watching as the lady tugged on Cupcake's leash harshly, dragging her out into the cool spring air.
*yn* released a breath that she didn’t know she was holding as the door rattled shut. She turned to Clark.
“I’m sorry about that.”
Clark looked down at her, his brow furrowed. Humans could be so strange sometimes.
“Why are you apologising? She was awful to you.”
“I’ve copped worse.” *yn* let out a somewhat strangled laugh. Her attempt to lighten the mood crashed and burned.
Clark’s frown lines deepened. “Are you ok? That was horrible. You didn't deserve that.” Clark placed a hand just above her elbow.
*yn* tried to ignore the way her skin seemed to ignite under his touch.
"Yeah I'm fine."
“I hope you know that nothing she said was true.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“For all the things you said.” She clarified when she saw confusion flash across his features.
“I was just telling the truth. You are an incredible vet. That lady would have been lucky to have you look after her dog.” He said it so matter-of-factly. So confidently. Like he was explaining that the sky was blue.
The compliments made her squirm. She'd never been good at taking them. She folded her arms over her torso.
"Well thank you. Really."
Clark noticed how closed off she became at his words. Did she really not see how brilliant she was?
"Although, I'm kind of glad I didn't have to. Cupcake was a bit of a nightmare."
Clark let out a throaty laugh.
"Yeah I know a thing or two about that." He glanced down the hallway to where he had left Krypto, after practically begging him to stay put.
"Speaking of, let's see if we can figure out what is wrong with that paw of his."
The mood lightened as *yn* slipped back into her comfort zone. She opened up again, both physically and emotionally as Clark followed her back into the consultation room.
Clark watched her as she picked up Krypto's paw and gently felt it with her gloved thumbs.
"Your friend is having a bit of a rough time at the moment, isn't he?" *yn* spoke after a few moments.
"My friend?"
*yn* looked up at him, her brows threaded together. "Superman?"
"Oh right." Clark blinked furiously. "Yes, him."
"I feel for him. The trolling online is fucked. Although, the hashtag supershit is kind of funny... but don't tell him I said that."
Clark's fists balled at his side. "Really? I think that one is particularly stupid."
*yn* glanced up at him at the sound of his tone. She raised a brow at the sight of his clenched jaw. "Ok, no mention of hashtag supershit, got it."
"Anyway, he's just trying to do the right thing. I don't know how anyone can have a problem with him."
Clark's annoyance melted away.
"I mean I saw him save a squirrel once for gods sake. The guy doesn't have a bad bone in his body. He's just trying to make the world a better place."
*yn* continued talking, completely unaware of the way Clark was looking at her.
"Ah, I see what's wrong." *yn* announced before Clark had to think of a response, all thoughts of Superman flying out of her head.
"It's a splinter."
"Really? I swear that was the first thing I checked for."
"It's pretty small and it's buried in the crevice of one of his paw pads. Don't worry I wouldn't have spotted it if I didn't know what I was looking for." *yn* reassured him as she crouched down, tweezers in her hand.
"And all done!" She announced seconds later, standing up to reveal a splinter the size of a small thumb tack pinched in between the arms of the tweezer.
"Try that Krypto."
At her words, Krypto tentatively placed his paw down on the surface. Testing it. His tail started to wag furiously when he realised he could put his full weight on it.
Clark couldn't ignore the disappointment that unfurled in his stomach. Not that he'd ever wish pain on Krypto, but a part of him hoped it would have taken a bit longer for *yn* to fix him.
"Now you can go back to putting dints in things." *yn* shot Clark a grin as Krypto leapt off the table and circled Clark excitedly.
He then hurled towards *yn*. He jumped up on her excitedly, his paws pressing against her torso. Not knowing his own strength, the force of him leaping up onto her made her fall back.
*yn* swore that one second Clark was across the table from her and then she blinked and his firm chest was behind her. His hands wrapped around her arms, stopped her from falling flat on her back.
His cologne invaded her senses. Lemon, violet - a hint of cedarwood. This man was going to be the death of her.
"Krypto." Clark scolded.
Krypto sat at *yn*'s feet, looking up innocently.
"Sorry." He helped her straighten up.
"It's ok." She swallowed.
He studied her. His hands lingered for a moment too long to be considered innocuous.
"At least we know his paw is ok." She laughed breathlessly.
He smiled and nodded. *yn* felt the absence of his chest against her back as he stepped away.
"*yn* I'm back! There's a redbull with your name on it in the fridge." Will's voice from the back made the pair pull away from each other.
"Thanks Will!" *yn* called back. She looked over at Clark, whose eyes were still fixed on her.
"I should get going." Clark spoke. "I won't keep you from your redbull."
"Good idea. I get real mean uncaffinated." She teased.
"Somehow, I doubt that." Clark smiled softly, which she returned. "Oh how much do I owe-
"Ah ah no." *yn* shook her head firmly. "I'm not taking your money."
"But-"
"But nothing. Superman and Krypto do so much for us. It's my way of saying thank you."
He couldn't get rid of the smile on his face, even as he accepted defeat.
If he hadn't been certain that he was in trouble already, he most definitely was now.
*yn* sat on her sofa. A half eaten pad thai was in her lap. A coke zero can was in one hand, the tv remote in the other.
She flicked through the channels. She really needed to just pay her Netflix subscription. Her finger hovered over the change channel button as she flicked onto one of the news channels.
Some sort of giant axolotl looking creature was running rampant downtown. Nothing that out of the ordinary for Metropolis. She watched as the camera zoomed in on Superman barreling towards the creature.
Her heart rate jumped when she spied a streak of white and red beside him.
She sat up, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched the pair take on the creature.
She placed the coke can down before she inevitably spilt it. Her nails dug into the couch as the creature whipped around and smacked Superman with it's tail. He went flying straight into the ground.
Somehow, the camera managed to find where he had landed. He'd created a massive path of broken concrete and bricks, leading straight to where his body lay motionless amongst the rubble.
*yn* bit the inside of her cheek as he raised his head and let out a groan. She watched as Krypto appeared, leaping on top of him. He began to jump up and down on his chest, his tail wagging, kind of like he did with Clark.
"Krypto - stop! Down! Down! Ow!" The camera picked up Superman's muffled voice.
*yn* froze. That voice. It sounded exactly like-
She continued to watch Krypto and realised the way he was jumping up and down wasn't just kind of like how he jumped on Clark. It was how he jumped on Clark.
The puzzle pieces all slotted together in her mind. The weird reaction anytime she brought up Superman, the unexplainable speed, the fact he literally had his dog.
"Holy shit."
*yn* glanced down at her coffee table. Yesterday's edition of the Daily Planet, riddled with coffee stains, was still sitting there. She gripped it tightly and flipped to the fourth page where she knew she'd find the latest article that Clark had written.
She scanned through it again. She read the parts where Superman answered Clark's questions. Superman responded to things exactly how she'd imagine Clark responding. Because he was. He was interviewing himself.
Realisation hit her. "Fuck."
She'd called him supershit to his face.
It had been a month since she'd last seen Clark and Krypto. Since she'd figured out who Clark really was.
There were some terrible things happening in Jarhanpur and Boravia, and Clark - Superman - was copping the brunt of it.
She hadn't expected to see them again for a while, maybe even ever.
That didn't stop her thinking about them. About Clark's kind eyes and soft smile. About Krypto's floppy ear and whirring tail.
So, one evening when the clinic phone rang, she got quite a shock when she heard Clark's voice on the other end.
"Clark?"
"Hi." He sounded nervous.
"Is everything ok? Is Krypto alright?"
"Oh he's ok. I mean- it's just his paw. He's limping again. I was wondering if you had time for me to come in later and have a look?"
"Yeah of course. Come in whenever. You don't need to call in advance next time, someone will always be here to help."
"I know." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Like he was debating his next words.
"I just wanted to make sure we saw you."
Now, here they were. Back in the same room, with *yn* examining the same paw.
Expect this time, she harboured the knowledge that the man standing across from her was the most powerful being on the planet.
She tried to relax as she looked at Kyrpto's paw. Her heart was beating firmly against her ribcage. She needed to try and act normal, but she was worried that if she tried too hard to act normal, it would be suspicious.
Should she tell Clark she knew? Maybe he already knew. Could Superman read minds? She couldn't remember.
"That lady hasn't come back has she?"
Clark's voice broke her out of her spiral. She looked up at him. His face was pinched with concern.
"The one giving you grief about Cupcake the yappy chihuahua." He must have taken her lack of response as a sign she didn't remember who he was talking about.
But of course she remembered. She was just surprised that he did.
"No, thankfully." She swallowed and glanced back down at Krypto.
He'd managed to learn to stay still while she was examining him. Like he knew she was trying to help him. It made her heart warm.
"Well let me know if she does. I can talk to my friends in the force if there's anything they can do."
His voice was laced with worry and care. She suddenly felt very stupid about being so nervous. Yes, he was Superman. But most importantly, he was Clark, the guy who'd come barraging through here in the middle of the night worried sick about his best friend. Who remembered all the little things she told him. Who wanted to make sure she was ok.
She felt herself begin to calm. "I will, thank you."
"I just want to make sure you're safe and can focus on your job."
Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. How was it possible for someone to be so thoughtful?
She had the sudden urge then to ask for his number. She quickly supressed it. Clark radiated kindness. Of course he'd offer to do something like that. It didn't mean he was interested in her.
She tried to push thoughts of Clark out of her mind as she looked back down at Krypto's paw.
She didn't understand. There was definitely no splinter. She'd triple checked. But he'd certainly been limping when Clark had brought him in, even worse than last time.
She pressed down on his paw, trying to identify the source of the pain. Krypto's tail thudded on the sterile surface happily.
Her frown deepened.
"Have you figured out what's wrong? Is it another splinter?" Clark asked after a few moments. She looked up at him. He was the perfect picture of concern.
She glanced down at Krypto again, who was looking up at Clark expectantly. Like he was waiting for a pat.
"I think so." She stood up as it dawned on her.
"There's no splinter." She peeled her gloves off and chucked them in the trash can.
"Then what is it?"
She glanced down at Krypto and shook her head, an amused smile on her features.
"There's something wrong with Krypto, but it's not physical."
Clark's lashes brushed the lenses of his glasses as he blinked.
"He's faking it." She explained.
Clark looked down at Krypto. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. I pressed down on his paw and he showed no sign of discomfort. And I bet you if I do this-"
She picked Krypto up and placed him on the floor. She turned around to the cabinet and grabbed a dog treat from one of the cupboards.
"Do you want a treat, Krypto?" She dangled the treat in front of him.
Sure enough, Krypto began to jump up, his jaw snapping as he tried to grab the treat. He bounced happily on all four paws.
"No limp." Clark observed.
"No limp." *yn* confirmed as she finally gave Krypto the treat, who inhaled it in a flash.
"He's figured out that if he fakes an injury he'll get attention."
"Or he knew that I wanted to see you."
*yn*'s eyes shot up to Clark's face at his words. A smirk was twisted up on his lips. Was he flirting with her?
She felt her cheeks heat up. She forced a smirk on her lips to mirror Clark's. She needed to try and act unphased.
"Or he's missing Superman." She countered.
God, she was pathetic. He'd given her the perfect opportunity there and she'd completely fumbled. No wonder she was eternally single.
"He is away a lot." Clark admitted, the smirk sliding off his lips.
Shit. Now she'd made him feel bad.
"I didn't mean to imply Superman was neglecting him." She reassured him hastily.
"He's going through a lot right now. I'm sure he's doing the best he can given the circumstances."
Clark's facade faltered.
"You think so?" His tone had softened.
"I do." She nodded. She moved around from her side of the table to lean her hip against it as she studied him.
"He made the right decision. With the whole Jarhanpur thing. He saved a lot of people." She eyed him intently.
"I hope he knows that."
His eyes were moving over her facial features. Analysing.
She'd thrown a line out, giving him an opportunity to reach out and pull her in if he wanted to. Or he could ignore it, play dumb. The choice was his.
"I don't know if he does." His voice cracked ever so slightly.
The energy had shifted in the room. It was like the whole world around them had gone quiet.
Even Krypto sat silently in between them. Watching. Waiting to see who would break first.
"He should. He's a good man. A great one, actually. The world needs more people like him."
Clark couldn't tear his eyes off her. He knew. She knew. They both knew.
Clark reached forward and grabbed the line. He tugged her in.
"How'd you figure it out?" He finally spoke, his voice was so soft that *yn* was lucky to catch it.
She cleared her throat. "I saw you on the TV the other day. Fighting some metahuman. I watched Krypto jump up and down on your chest. The way he reacted when he saw you." She shook her head.
"I just knew."
Clark nodded in understanding.
"Dog's are a pretty good judge of character." As he spoke, Krypto nuzzled into *yn*'s leg.
"Which explains why he likes you so much."
*yn* blushed, leaning down to pat Krypto affectionally. "Yeah well, feeling's mutual."
"Is it?" She looked up at him to see him studying her intently. She had a feeling that he wasn't talking about Krypto. Her heart hammered against her ribcage.
"Yeah." She nodded lightly. "It is."
The pair smiled at each other.
"I'm reserving the right to tease you later about the fact that you've been interviewing yourself this whole time, by the way."
"What can I say, it's nice not having to remind myself everything I say is on the record."
They both laughed. *yn* studied him for a few moments as they slipped back into silence.
"I hope you know that your secret is very much safe with me."
"I never had any doubts." He responded instantly, making her smile widen.
"And if you ever need a petsitter, I'm always here."
Clark winced. "I don't know if I'm ready to put you through that yet. Even I struggle to keep him contained."
"Well, in that case, I do behavioural training classes on Thursday nights at 7pm. You're welcome to come along."
It was in that moment that Krypto spotted the treat jar behind *yn*, perched up on the top shelf of the cabinet. He leapt up into the air, ready to crash straight into it.
Clark's reflexes kicked in, grabbing him by the collar before he could get more than 5 inches off the ground.
A vision of Krypto flying around in a room full of reactive dogs flashed before her. It made her feel slightly ill.
"On second thought, maybe private lessons would be better."
"I think that would be wise." Clark grimaced as he gently pushed Krypto back onto the floor. Krypto let out a whine in protest.
"Alright." *yn* sighed, turning around to grab him another treat.
"I know you're not going to let me pay for these sessions, but I want you to let me repay you in another way."
"And what way would that be?" *yn* asked as she gave Krypto another treat.
Clark sucked in a breath, working up the courage to do what he'd been wanting to do since the first time they'd met.
"Let me take you to dinner."
The blush that had never really left *yn*'s cheeks, reemerged on her face with a vengeance.
She tried to calm her nerves. If he could be confident, so could she.
"That depends." Her tone was light, teasing.
Clark raised a brow. "On?"
"Would this dinner be a-"
"A date." Clark cut her off. He exhaled a breath as he looked at her. "Definitely a date."
She smiled.
"Good. Because that was the only way I was going to say yes."
Clark couldn't wipe the grin off his face the entire time he flew to Antarctica.
He watched as the shards of ice crystallised out of the snow, shooting up towards the cloudless sky.
He whistled a tune as the S emblem split open.
"Good job boy." Clark ruffled Krypto's head for what must have been the sixth time since they'd left the vet clinic as they made their way inside.
Number four turned around from his work station, his blue robotic eye widening.
"Ah Superman! Welcome home. How did everything go?"
"Perfectly. Thank you for helping me train Krypto, number four. The little hop was an excellent touch."
"You're welcome. I thought it might add to the authenticity of it. If I had the emotional intelligence of a human, I'd have thought it was real."
Clark had always intended to ask *yn* on a date. He just needed an excuse to come and see her. To give him a chance to work up the courage to actually do it. There wasn't really anything wrong with faking Krypto's injury, was there?
Clark glanced down at Krypto. As if on cue, Krypto raised his paw and began to limp. He looked up at Clark and wagged his tail, clearly waiting for the treat that usually followed.
"Maybe we trained him too well." Clark frowned.
"Is it possible for you to untrain a dog, number four?"
"I am not sure. I will have to investigate. Or you could ask your friend that you were telling us about. The veterinarian, *yn*. She would likely know given her studies."
Clark winced. Looks like he might have some explaining to do.
Liked this fic? Read '12 to 12' here.
I LOVED SUPERMAN SM SO HAPPY TO BE WRITING FOR BBY CLARK x As always always always, feedback is always appreciated because I thrive off praise. Please give it back here x
Tags: NSFW (18+), dirty talk, name-calling, unprotected p in v, creampie, spanking, Scott is a boob guy, boob play, nipple play, doggy style, brief cunnilingus, reader squirts, jealous!Scott, arguing, alcohol consumption
Word Count: 3k
Summary: When Scott sees you 'flirting' with Javi, you're made aware of just how possessive and jealous he can get.
Taglist: @corens0ups @kryptidfiles (if you'd like to be added to one or more of my taglists, please send me a comment, an ask, or a message!)
The bar is loud, bustling with folks holding half-empty beers or glasses of whiskey. Music plays softly overhead, and a few small groups sway to the rhythm. Glasses clink against the bar, pool balls crack together, and the wind blows softly against all of it from outside.
Scott Miller is watching you. You’ve only had half of a beer, meaning you’re still fairly sober, but he’s almost positive he knows what you’re doing as you talk to Javi. You’re just a little too close, your StormPar shirt having been discarded somewhere, leaving you in just your tank top and jeans.
Scott is trying to ignore it, he really is. Who gives a shit if you and Javi are…Whatever you are? God, not him. Sure as hell not him. It’s not like he spends an extra ten minutes in the shower jerking his cock to the thought of you on your knees, pressing your tits together while you open your mouth to take his load. Nope. No fuckin’ way.
Besides, you and him aren’t a thing. Never have been, never will be. It doesn’t matter that he drives you around from time to time, or that he feels your eyes lingering on him while he’s pushing his hair out of his face, or that at least two days out of the week you end up in his motel room. Fuck no, that doesn’t matter, because you’ve clearly got eyes for Javi.
Why shouldn’t you? Scott knows Javi’s a nice guy. A gentleman. Opens doors, uses his manners, chooses his words carefully. You deserve a guy like Javi, he guesses. Not that he cares whose bed you’re in, anyway.
But he can’t ignore the way his stomach is twisting at the sight before him. Seeing you belly-laugh at Javi’s jokes has him feeling more ill than driving full-speed in tornado weather ever has. You never laugh like that with him. Scott supposes that he isn’t a terribly funny guy, though. That’s it, that’s what it is. And that's just fine. It’s not like he wants you to be in love with him. That’s fucking ridiculous.
Scott takes a final swig of his beer – it’s room temperature, now, anyway – and then pays the bartender before approaching you and Javi and the others. You glance over, and when he catches your eye, you look him up and down. He’s pulling his pack of gum out of his pocket and popping a stick into his mouth.
“I’m out,” Scott says. “You comin’?”
You glance at Javi, then at your watch.
“It’s only nine. Are you sure you don’t wanna–”
“I’m pretty sure,” Scott says. He glances at Javi, then looks at you again. “I’m going. Take it or leave it.”
You sigh. Knowing Javi, he’ll be out until past midnight, and Scott was your ride here, afterall. You nod, then take a final sip of your beer before handing it to Javi.
“Behave,” you warn him playfully before crossing the bar to grab your StormPar shirt off one of the stools. Scott’s jaw is clenched as he watches you closely. You know what you’re doing to him, he’s positive of it, now. Behave? Behave? Jesus, what is this? What was that?
Scott’s jaw works as he chews his gum, arms crossed while he follows you with his eyes. You approach him, nodding as you do.
“Let’s go,” you say. He says nothing, instead turning and walking ahead of you as he pulls the truck keys out of his pocket. You smirk to yourself as you look him up and down while you follow him. With a surge of confidence, you rush forward and give his ass a playful squeeze. Scott glances at you, chewing his gum aggressively as his brows furrow.
“What was that for?” he asks snippily. You shrug.
“These pants look nice on you,” you say simply. Scott shakes his head.
“You’re drunk,” he huffs as he unlocks the truck and opens the driver side door. You walk around the side with an eyeroll.
“I am not. I can just appreciate when your ass looks good.” Scott says nothing as the two of you buckle in, and you glance at him. Something’s off. It isn’t hard to tell. He’s chewing the hell outta his gum, his brows are set, and his eyes are dark. “Scott.”
“What?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” he says shortly as he sticks the key into the ignition and backs out of his parking space.
“You’re lying.”
“Since when did you care?” he asks. What a silly thing to say. You figured after working together for nearly a year, he’d know that you care. Sure, you pick on each other, but that doesn’t mean you don’t care about him.
“What–”
“You’re asking so you can make sure you haven’t done anything wrong? Is that what this is?” Scott asks coolly. You’re still looking at him.
“No, I just wanna make sure you’re okay. That’s it.”
He hesitates. Scott, who always has a witty comeback or a calculated answer, hesitates.
“Why are you being so nice?” he asks as he drives along.
“I’m always nice.”
“No, you’re not. You’re nice when you’re stuffed full of cock, but otherwise–”
“Uncalled for.”
“-- You’re a total bitch. And you just want me to reassure you that I think of you as Little Miss Perfect.”
“Why are you being like this?” you ask sharply.
“Why don’t you spend the night with Javi instead if you don’t like the way this is going?”
You pause. Oh. That’s what this is. You sigh, eyes closing briefly. You shake your head.
“Javi and I have known each other for years. I tell you this every single time. He’s my friend, we joke with each other–”
“Didn’t look like a joke when he touched your lower back.”
“He’s a touchy guy! That’s all!”
Scott shakes his head and pops his gum as he stops at a red light.
“You’re sleeping around, aren’t you?” Scott asks as if he already knows the answer.
“Fuck you.”
“No, tell me. If I’m wrong, just deny it.”
“You’re calling me a slut,” you say angrily. You’re almost to the motel, the bar having been just around the corner, just a few roads over. “Let me out, I’d rather walk than be in here with you.”
Scott locks the doors.
“Answer my question,” he insists as he pulls onto the road the motel is on.
“I’m not sleeping around!” you practically yell. “And if I was, that would be my fucking choice. Since when do you care whose bed I end up in, anyway? I’m not your girlfriend. I’m barely your friend. You hate me.”
“I do not hate you–”
“You act like you do. Let me out right here.”
“No.”
“You’re an asshole. Let me out.”
Scott pulls into the lot, and you shake your head.
“Javi wants you. It’s not hard to tell.”
“And who says I want him back?” you snap, glaring at him as he parks.
“Why were you telling him to behave?”
“It was a joke, Scott! For fucksake, unlock the car or I’m–”
Scott unlocks his own door and gets out. He’s walking around to your side, you realize, and you unbuckle your seatbelt. He opens the door, and you shove at his chest to get past him. He catches your wrist, and you tug away.
“Let go of me.”
“Listen–”
“No, you listen. I can sleep with whoever the fuck I want. I’m not sleeping with Javi, but if I were, I bet he’d be a lot fucking nicer than you are. Maybe I should sleep with him. I bet it’d be an upgrade.”
It’s Scott’s turn to glare at you, now.
“That was shitty,” he says.
“You’re shitty.” You bump against him when he moves forward, and you feel his half-hard cock through his pants. “Oh my god. You’re a freak.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Scott says, still holding your wrist. Gently, he presses you against the side of the truck. Your breath catches, and your core gets hot. “So. You don’t like Javi.”
“Ah, he finally grasps what I’ve been saying for months,” you say condescendingly. Scott fits his knee between your thighs, and you weakly shove at his chest as he leans down to kiss your throat.
“Be nice,” he warns.
“Or what?”
He draws back to look at you, then glances at your cleavage and gives your breasts a squeeze, pushing them together in your top. You roll your eyes.
“One track mind. Jesus Christ. Get off me, someone will see.”
“Go on, lead the way,” Scott says, squeezing your ass as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his room key.
You should leave. You should go to your own room and not speak to him for the rest of the night. It would be so easy to leave Scott high and dry, to tell him to fuck off and use his hand for once.
But you want him.
You’ve wanted him all fucking night.
All that dancing, all those fake laughs, all the seductive looks you threw his way…God, he didn’t catch any of it. He’s such an idiot.
So, when he lets go of you, you don’t head straight to your room at the other end of the motel. You hold his wrist and lead him towards his room. You even grab the key from him to unlock the door. He’s on you as you do, kissing and nipping at your throat with those skilled, plump lips of his. Fuck him. Genuinely fuck him.
You get the door open, and Scott’s large hands smooth over your waist. You let him press you against the door once it’s kicked shut and re-locked. When he rocks his hips against you and you feel his erection, you don’t pull away. Your skin is on fire, burning with want and arousal. You hate him. You hate that he does this to you. You hate that you want him to.
You throw his cap to the side, then run your fingers through his hair and give it a harsh tug down so you can kiss him. He hums against your mouth, fitting his knee between your thighs again. You grind down against it, desperate for friction. He chuckles, and you tug his hair again.
“Shut up,” you mutter.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You laughed.”
“I wasn’t laughing at you.”
He presses his hands against your breasts again, this time using the force of his touch to pin you against the wall. He pinches your nipples through the tank top, through your bra, and you gasp into his open mouth.
“I ever tell you how much I love these fuckin’ things?” he asks. You bite his bottom lip. He tastes like mint and beer and something that is so painfully, familiarly him.
“Maybe once or twice,” you say. He pinches your nipples again. You flick him with your index finger. “That fucking hurts–”
“Don’t whine at me,” he says, tugging you forward and off the door. Scott pulls off your tank top, throws it aside, and reaches around to unclip your bra. He throws that away too, then cups your breasts in his big hands. Your nipples are hard from being played with, and he hums at the sight. “Oh, yeah…These’re nice…”
“You’re so weird,” you say as you unbutton his StormPar shirt. You get rid of it, then push your hands beneath his undershirt to feel his firm, warm stomach.
“You’re into it,” Scott says, nosing at your neck. “Don’t even try to pretend you aren’t.”
He pushes you down onto the bed, and your body bounces. He grabs your ankle and begins to untie your boot. You watch him with a small smirk.
“You could give me a show while I do this, y’know. I’m being really nice.”
“A show, huh?”
“Play with your tits,” Scott says. You roll your eyes, but bring your hands to your breasts anyway. You massage them, pressing them together over and over, and Scott hums as he throws your boot and sock to the floor before grabbing your other ankle and untying that one, too.
“Pinch ‘em.”
“Fucking perv,” you say quietly, biting your lip as you pinch and roll your nipples between your fingers. Scott gets rid of your other boot and sock, then grabs both ankles and yanks you to the edge of the mattress so he can get to the buttons on your jeans. You run your hands along his biceps as he unbuttons and unzips them and tugs them down. He throws those aside, too.
“How would you feel if I just fucked your thighs?” Scott asks, taking a moment to pull off his undershirt, leaving his chest, arms, back, and stomach on display for you. You gawk at him, barely registering his question. “Or your tits? Huh? Leave you hangin’? Make you take care of yourself on your own?”
“...What?”
Scott rolls his eyes, then pushes at your hip.
“You’re obnoxious. Roll over,” he tells you. You do, and he pulls your hips back so that you’re on all fours. You bite your lip, letting out a soft moan as he spreads the lips of your pussy and leans in to tongue at your entrance teasingly.
“Fuck, Scott…” you breathe, looking back at him. He’s gripping your hips tightly, holding you in place as he tastes you. You’re so wet already, and feeling his tongue, hot and wet and muscle-y, makes you squirm in place.
“Enough teasing,” you tell him.
“So impatient,” Scott breathes, suddenly plunging two fingers into your pussy. “I’m making sure you’re wet enough to take my cock.”
You roll your eyes and moan at the same time. He moves his fingers quickly, his fingertips massaging your spongy g-spot, and you feel a sort of building sensation in your abdomen.
“Fuck, Scott, o-oh my god—“
You squirt on his fingers suddenly and without warning, gasping as you do so. Scott hums. You’re positive that he’s smirking. You look back at him.
“I-I told you to stop fuckin’ teasing me,” you breathe. He hums, then sticks his arousal-soaked fingers into your mouth. You suck on them eagerly, and he gives your head a gentle shake.
“You’re so pretty when your mouth is full,” he says. You hum, sucking on his fingers before he pulls them away.
Scott gives your ass a smack, and then you hear the sound of him undoing his pants. Your back arches in anticipation, and Scott gives your ass another harsh smack.
“Already know what to do, hm?” he hums. You hear him pumping his cock a few times, presumably smearing his pre-cum over his member, and your core clenches around nothing. You give your ass a playful shake.
“Hurry up,” you breathe. He grips your hip with one hand and guides his leaky tip to your pussy with the other. You bite your lip, head falling forward as he presses in. “F-Fuck…”
“Shut you right up, huh?” Scott comments. You clench around his tip.
“Fuck off,” you whimper, gripping the comforter tightly. “Oh, god, c’mon, put it in already–”
Scott thrusts all the way in suddenly and without warning, making you gasp. It stings – it always does, no matter how wet you are – but it quickly fizzles out into pleasure as he moves in and out, in and out, in and out. You gasp, jaw slacking and eyes fluttering. You feel a hand on the back of your head, and it pushes your face down into the mattress as you’re fucked faster and faster.
“There we go,” Scott grunts. “Mmm…So much prettier when you’re quiet…”
“S-Shut the fuck up,” you breathe. “O-Oh, shit…”
Scott chuckles, then gives your ass a smack.
“Gonna fill this p-pussy up…” he babbles. You’ll never admit it, but you love it when he talks like this. “Get you all full of me…”
“I’ll keep it all,” you breathe. “K-Keep it all inside…”
A condescending chuckle.
“I know you will,” Scott says, plowing into you. The bed rocks and creaks with the force of his thrusts. “Such a good little cum dump.”
“R-Romantic,” you breathe, hardly registering his words. You’re so blissed out, so hot on his cock. You’re an exposed nerve – hot and quivering and accepting of all sensations. Scott grunts.
“You like it,” he says. “I know you do. Y-You love it when I use you.”
He reaches around and rubs your clit in tight, firm circles. You whine loudly, eyes squeezing shut as he pleasures you. Your walls flutter, heat flooding your core, and Scott hums at the feeling.
“Gonna cum?” he asks. “Hm?”
“S-Soon,” you moan. “Oh, god, yeah…”
“Me too,” he grunts, hips rutting faster and faster as he rubs your clit. “Hurry up…Cum for me…”
You feel your orgasm rising, rising, rising, and then–
“Oh, fuck!” you moan, walls spasming around Scott’s cock as you fall over the edge. Your thighs shake and warmth washes over you. “Fuck!”
Feeling you orgasm forces Scott over the edge, and he grunts lowly as he pulls his fingers away from your throbbing clit and grips your hips with both hands. He cums deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot, sticky seed. You moan at the feeling, face still pressed against the mattress, and when you feel his thrusts begin to slow, you hum softly.
“Took me so well,” Scott babbles breathily. “Jesus fucking christ. Always taking me so well. Your pussy’s so pretty when it’s full of me…”
You squeeze his cock with your walls, and he hisses as he begins to pull out.
“Don’t do that shit,” he says. You hum, smirking to yourself as his softened cock slips out of you.
“Why not? S’fun to tease you,” you say. He smacks your ass and you roll over onto your back to look up at him. Scott leans over you to nip at your throat.
“Javi could never make you feel that good,” he whispers against your skin. You sigh, running your hands through his hair.
“Scott…”
“Say it.”
“Are you serious?”
He pulls back and looks into your eyes. For a moment, you swear there’s something unfamiliar shining in them.
“Say it,” he tells you again. You touch his cheek.
"You’re mine. Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine forever."
Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 3.3k
Summary: Teasing Clark about his ‘harem’ finally leads to your first fuck.
Warnings: Overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, p in v sex
You and Clark have been dating for 6 months, and he’s quite the gentleman. Which has its ups and downs… especially since you’re one horny mother fucker and he waited until your third date before even kissing you, so sex has been, well, off the table in his mind.
As you hear the sound of the balcony door opening, your heart skips a beat, and your body stiffens with anticipation. Clark, your dashing boyfriend of six long, sexually frustrating months, steps into the room, looking as heroic as ever in his superhero attire.
His cape flutters slightly behind him, and his eyes, filled with a mischievous glint, lock onto yours. You respond with a roll of the eyes. “Don’t you look dashing, Superman?” The aroma of the gourmet dinner you've prepared for your anniversary fills the space between you.
Clark chuckles at your sarcastic tone, hanging his cape on a coat rack. He smiles as he looks you up and down, clearly pleased to be home and to see you.
"Don't I always?" He teases, walking over to you and gently pulling you towards him. He wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead.
"I suppose you do," You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you into a tight hug. "Are you hungry after saving the city?"
He hugs you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sighing contentedly. "Starving," He mumbles against your skin, his breath warm on your neck. "What smells so good?"
"I made your favorite." You pat his back, pushing him away slightly so you can prepare the plates.
Kent reluctantly lets you go, but not before stealing a quick kiss from your cheek. He leans against the counter, watching you with a boyish grin. "You spoil me," He teases, admiring your every move as you skillfully plate the food.
"I know, I know." You grin, grabbing the plates and bringing them to the dining table. "I'm too good for you, Clark." After setting the dinner table, you pull him in for a kiss.
Clark chuckles against your lips, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close.
"You're absolutely right. You're way too good for me." He agrees in a teasing tone, pressing a series of light kisses along your jawline. He pulls back slightly, his arms still holding you, and gazes lovingly at you. "But I'm pretty sure you love me anyway."
"That I do," Your smile grows wider, as he admires you. "Now, let's eat."
"Yes, ma'am." He replies with a mock salute, pulling out a chair for you before taking a seat himself. He looks at the meal before him, his eyes widening in excitement. "Oh, this looks incredible. You really outdid yourself."
He immediately digs into the food, humming in appreciation at the first bite. He looks up at you with a grateful smile. "You seriously are the best, you know that?"
"Thank you, my love." You bite down on your lip, watching as he devours his whole plate. "There's more in the kitchen if you're still hungry." You continue snacking on your plate.
Clark chuckles at your comment, his appetite seemingly endless. "You're probably right. I could eat a horse right now." He stands up and heads to the kitchen to get seconds, returning a few moments later with an even more generous plate of food.
He sits back down and digs in again, clearly savoring every bite. "I swear, you make the best food," He says between mouthfuls, his words slightly muffled. "I don't know how I survived before we started dating."
"I guess now you're going to need to hire me as a private chef," You tease with a laugh, "Or just move in already, since you swing by every night to steal some food."
Clark chuckles at your tease, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Guilty as charged," He admits, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "But can you blame me for coming over here when you cook like this?"
He takes another bite, savoring the flavor before continuing. "And about moving in... I have to say, I think it's starting to make more and more sense."
"Yeah?" You stand from your seat, moving to sit on his lap instead, your arms wrapping around his neck. "You're considering living together?" Your eyes remain locked on his, fingers brushing over his cheekbones lovingly.
Kent wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you settle on his lap. He gazes into your eyes, his expression soft and loving. "I am," He says quietly, his gaze never leaving yours.
"To be honest, I've been thinking about it for a while now. It just makes sense, you know? I spend more time here than I do at my apartment anyway." He leans in and kisses your forehead, his hand moving to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face.
"Well, I can't say I wouldn't love that." You sit back on his thighs, hands cupping his face as your heart pounds against your chest.
Clark's heart skips a beat as he looks up at you, your touch sending a shiver down his spine. He gazes at you adoringly, his eyes filled with desire and affection.
"Really?" He asks softly, his hands gently resting on your hips. "You're sure you're ready for me to invade your space full-time?" He teases with a grin, but his voice carries a hint of vulnerability.
"I'm more than ready, Clark." You lean in, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Clark melts into the kiss, his arms winding tighter around your waist. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, his lips moving against yours in soft, sweet rhythm.
He reluctantly breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look up at you with a tender expression. His eyes search yours for a moment before he breaks into a shy smile.
"You know, there are some benefits to me moving in…" He says, his voice soft.
"Benefits?" You smirk, arms wrapping around his neck as you pull yourself even closer. "Like finally letting me join that harem of yours?" You tease, knowing the 'Superman harem' rumors are still bugging him.
Clark groans dramatically at your comment, rolling his eyes playfully. "You're never going to let me live down that rumor, are you?" He huffs, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression.
He then smirks, running his hand down your back, his touch deliberate and suggestive. "Besides, why would I need a harem when I have the best woman right here in my lap?"
"Yeah?" You adjust yourself on his lap, skirt pushing up your thighs. "We still haven't made it past second base yet." Grabbing his free hand, you guide it between your legs. Despite his obvious desire for you, he resists the movement slightly, his grip on your thigh tightening.
He looks up at you with a mixture of embarrassment and hesitation. "Love, we're...we're in the middle of dinner…" He protests weakly, his voice a little shaky.
You sigh, leaning in to kiss his nose before leaving his lap. "Okay, you're right." Giving him a reassuring smile, you settle back in your seat, looking down at the plate in front of you.
Clark releases a breath he didn't even realize he was holding as you lift yourself off his lap, the heat from his red cheeks slowly subsiding. He watches you settle back in your seat, a mixture of disappointment and relief flooding through him.
He shifts uncomfortably in his own seat, his body still tingling from the closeness and the brief suggestion. He attempts to compose himself, clearing his throat and focusing on his plate once more.
You finish the dinner in silence; it would be a lie to say you're not frustrated. You're *very* sexually frustrated, but outside of that, your relationship has always been amazing, so you're not going to push him on this.
You return to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes and putting away leftovers, trying to clear your mind. Clark watches you as you tidy up the kitchen, his gaze following you around the room.
He can sense your frustration and tension, his sensitive hearing picking up on the subtle changes in your breath and heart rate. He rises from his chair and pads silently into the kitchen, standing behind you as you wash the dishes.
He gently places his hands on your hips, his touch feather-light. "Love…" He whispers, his voice soft but hesitant.
"Hmm?" You respond with a hum, leaning back into his gentle embrace. Clark wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, a mix of the dinner you'd cooked and your natural pheromones that drive him wild.
His hands gently roam your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips, but stopping short of going any further. "Can we talk?" He murmurs against your skin, his words punctuated by a soft kiss to your shoulder.
"Of course, we can." Your hand moves to his arm, slowly caressing the soft skin.
His gaze flickers down to your hand on his arm, a mixture of desire and concern in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to find the words. "You know…we're different, right?" He finally manages to say, his voice tentative.
"I know... You're not from Earth, and you're a lot stronger than me." You chew on your lip, head pressed against his chest.
"Yes, exactly." He nods, his grip on you tightening slightly. "I've always been careful, trying to control my strength so I don't hurt you accidentally..."
He hesitates for a moment, his voice growing quieter. "But with intimacy... It’s even more important. I have to be even more careful… to make sure I don't... lose control. I don't ever want to risk hurting you, love."
Turning in his arms, you look up at him before speaking. "Clark, I know... But I've got needs and I have been aching for you, I crave your touch *so* much." You nearly whine at this point, your body desperate for release.
“Clark, please.” Your voice is a whisper now, taking his hand once again, you place it between your thighs, feeling his fingers brush against your sensitive spot. You let out a needy moan, eyes fluttering shut at the contact.
Clark lets out a shaky breath as you guide his hand between your thighs, his mind warring between his desire for you and his fear of hurting you. He can feel the damp heat of your core through your clothing, and the primal, possessive part of him that's been suppressed all night finally begins to surface.
He moves his other hand to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. "Love…" He groans, his voice thick with lust. "Are you sure you want this?"
"More than anything, Clark. More than anything..." You grind against his hand slightly.
His breath catches in his chest as you grind against him, the last of his resistance crumbling away. In that moment, his desire for you outweighs all his hesitations, and he makes his decision.
In a swift, fluid motion, he lifts you into his arms, one arm under your thighs and the other supporting your back. "Hold on to me," He whispers, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm taking you to the bedroom."
Clark carries you to the bedroom with the same gentle yet firm strength that you've come to love about him, the anticipation building with every step he takes. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, his eyes burning with a fiery intensity that sends shivers down your spine.
He takes a moment to simply look at you, drinking in every inch of your body, as if committing it to memory. He slowly pulls your dress over your head, exposing your curves to his eyes. He carefully removes your bra and panties, groaning at the sight.
He slowly lowers himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he slides your legs apart. Kent kisses the inside of your thighs, moving closer and closer to the apex of your desire.
His breath is hot against your skin, sending waves of need crashing through you as he lingers just shy of where you want him most, earning needy whines from you.
Finally, he reaches your cunt, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of you, wet and eager for him. He gently presses his lips to your clit, his tongue darting out to taste you.
You gasp at the sensation, your hands flying to his hair to pull him closer. He doesn't need the encouragement; he's already lost in the sweetness of you, the way your body responds to his every touch.
He licks and kisses you with a passion that's been building for months, his tongue swirling and flicking, teasing and coaxing you closer to the edge. Your hips buck against his face, and he holds your legs tight, his grip firm but not painful, keeping you in place as he explores you.
He runs his tongue along the length of your labia, tasting your wetness, before delving into you, his tongue pushing deep inside, exploring every fold and curve of your pussy.
You moan, your body trembling as he finds your G-spot and begins to flick it with unyielding precision. His other hand slides up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple, which pebbles under his touch.
Clark's eyes are on yours, watching as you lose yourself in the pleasure he's giving you. His eyes are dark with desire, and you can see the strain in his jaw as he tries to hold back, to give you everything you need without losing control.
You're so close, so close to coming, and you whisper his name, begging him not to stop. He responds by increasing the pressure, his tongue moving faster, his mouth suckling at your clit as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.
The first orgasm hits you like a meteor, your body convulsing as you cry out his name, your legs tightening around his head. But he doesn't stop, not even for a moment.
He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his tongue now lapping up the proof of your pleasure as it floods from your body. You try to push him away, overwhelmed by the sensation, but his arms are like steel bars, holding you in place, refusing to let you escape.
You whine for him to stop, but your pleas are met with a low, determined growl, his mouth never leaving you as he takes you through another orgasm, then another, until you're nothing but a quivering mess of nerves and need.
Your orgasms come in waves now, each one rolling into the next, stealing your breath and making your legs tremble and shake. You're so sensitive, so overwhelmed by the sensations that you're not sure how much more you can take.
But Clark doesn't stop, driven by his need to please you, to hear you scream his name as you come apart in his arms. He's relentless, his tongue and lips working you over with a skill that's both thrilling and terrifying.
You're lost in a sea of pleasure, unable to do anything but cling to him as he pushes you further and further. Finally, you can't take it anymore.
"Beg for me to fuck you," he whispers against your skin. And so you do, your voice hoarse and desperate, your body aching for the kind of release that only he can provide.
Clark's grip on your thighs tightens, his eyes flashing with triumph and desire as he stands, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He strips off his glasses, setting them aside, and then his shirt, revealing the sculpted chest and abs that make up the body of a superhero.
“Fuck, Clark. You’re so sexy.” You lean forward, hand brushing over his muscles before your lips find purchase on his skin.
With a primal growl, Clark's eyes burn with a fierce intensity that you've never seen before. He stands before you, his powerful body bared, his erection standing tall and proud between his legs. His muscles ripple and flex as he reaches down, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it once before positioning it at your entrance.
He leans over you, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers, "I've wanted this for so long, love." His hand moves to cradle your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"
You nod, your breath coming in pants. "I trust you, Clark."
With that, he presses forward, his cock sliding into you inch by inch. You gasp at the sensation, the feel of him filling you up so completely, so perfectly.
He's gentle at first, his movements slow and deliberate, allowing your body to adjust to his size. You can feel every vein, every ridge as he stretches you open, the sensation bordering on pain, but the pleasure quickly overwhelms any discomfort.
As he sinks deeper, he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head. "You're so tight," He says, his voice strained. "So wet."
His hips begin to rock, his cock sliding in and out of you with increasing speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your moans and whimpers.
His hand moves from your face to your hip, his grip firm as he starts to thrust into you harder, his movements more demanding.
You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer, needing more. You can feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling low in your belly.
Clark leans down, capturing your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in the same rhythm as his cock. His free hand roams your body, finding your breast and pinching your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins.
You arch your back, pushing your chest up to meet his touch, your nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks you with a passion that's been simmering beneath the surface for months.
His strokes are long and deep, hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back.
He pulls out of your mouth with a gasp, panting against your neck as he nibbles and sucks on your earlobe. "You're mine," He murmurs, the words sending a shiver down your spine. "Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine forever."
You whimper in response, your body responding to his claim. You've never felt so owned, so claimed before, and it sends you spiraling over the edge. Your pussy clamps down on his cock as you cum, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
He groans, his movements becoming more erratic as he feels you tighten around him. His hips slam into yours, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust. The bed shakes beneath you, a testament to his power and the intensity of his need.
He moves his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles as he continues to pound into you, gently yet forcefully.
You moan into his mouth, your hands sliding down to grip his ass, urging him deeper. You're so close, so close to cuming again. And then he hits that perfect spot, and you do, your pussy spasming around him as he drives into you, his cock hitting the back of your cervix.
Clark's orgasm follows swiftly, his cock pulsing inside you as he releases. He groans, his body shaking with the force of it, his cum filling you up.
♡ author's note: we're ragebaiting clark kent in and out of canon!!
CLARK KENT MASTERLIST ♡
it was no secret that you liked pulling harmless practical jokes on your boyfriend, whether it was by buying a bunch of tiny plastic babies in bulk and hiding them around the apartment, making clark scratch his head when he started finding more and more babies every day, even hiding a few of them in his bag, or by convincing him to do a tiktok with you, only for you to prank him.
one day, after weeks of baby-hiding when clark had found a row of babies on his bathroom sink, he'd walked up to you with his brows furrowed, hands cupping a bunch of plastic babies.
"is this- is this supposed to be some kind of hint?"
you'd looked up from your laptop with a perplexed expression, "what... what am i looking at here?" "the babies. the plastic babies." "clark, what are you talking about?" you chuckled as you looked from him down to the babies, "and why do you have a bunch of plastic babies?"
"because i've been-" he let out an exasperated sigh, "i keep finding a bunch of babies everywhere." "sorry, clark. i have no idea where they're coming from." you shrugged, bringing your cup of coffee to your lips, "maybe it's some supervillain playing with you."
your boyfriend narrowed his blue eyes at you, letting out an adorable huff, and making his way back to the bathroom, your lips quirking up into a smile.
but later that night, as you and clark were in bed, your boyfriend in the middle of writing an article, you stretched your arms over your head, "mm, i'm starving. i think i'll go get a snack." "do you want me to make you something?" clark asked, looking up from his laptop with a small smile. "nah, i'll just go grab something small."
only for you to make your way to the kitchen and grab the bag of babies. "what'd you get?" clark was now back to focusing on the computer screen. "oh, nothing much." you mumbled, getting back under the covers. you held out the bag to him, a mischievous grin on your lips, "want one?"
"oh, no th-" when clark's eyes landed on the bag of babies, he looked to you with his blue eyes narrowed, but a playful grin on his lips, "i knew it."
"i couldn't res-"
your sentence was cut off by clark bringing his lips to yours, making you drop the bag of babies onto the bed, more focused on having your hands on him.
it had taken you a few weeks for you to be able to convince him to make a tiktok with you; clark was never too into social media, but you were playing the long game, and eventually, he finally agreed.
"so, what are we doing?" clark asked, clearing his throat and straightening his tie. you shook your head as you set up your phone so that it was leaning against a stack of books, "oh, it's just... a little get-to-know-you video. i tell people about you and then you can tell them a bit about me." "alright." clark took in a deep breath, and you made the phone to record.
"so, some of my favorite things about clark... he's a sweet guy, obviously." you let out a soft chuckle, "he's funny, but in a dorky, adorable way. and one thing he does, is every morning he'll wake me up by holding me close, pressing kisses on my cheek and mumbling stuff to me really softly."
as you turned to clark, you could see his cheeks starting to redden, the man clearing his throat, "do... do i go now?" "no, still my turn." you turned back to the phone, "but... clark does have like, a certain set of rules for me to follow." "wait, rules?"
"so, clark doesn't wan't me speaking to guys," "you have guy fr-" "and whenever i leave the house, he wants me to send a picture of my outfit to make sure it's not too revealing." "i ask for them because you look cute in them!" "and he always wants to be able to track my location through my phone."
"what- i don't even know how to do that?" "and i always need to have dinner ready by the time he gets home." "we alternate!" "he always logs everything i eat on a meal tracker to make sure i don't gain weight. and the last thing-"
"sweetheart." your boyfriend said with the softest voice, his brows furrowed in concern, "i'm confused, did i do something to make you think you have some sort of rules?"
you couldn't help the pang in your chest at the softness of his words, and the genuine worry marring his features, making you feel bad, "no, no!" you rushed, letting out a sigh, pursing your lips with an apologetic look on your face as you cupped his cheeks, "i'm sorry, clark, it was just a stupid prank."
"really?" clark asked with a relieved tone, and you nodded your head, "golly, you worried me." "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make me feel bad."
your boyfriend's lips turned upwards, "you're lucky i love you so much." "i love you too, clark." you smiled, bringing your lips to his.
next time, you decided to go for something you considered to be a nice prank, one that wouldn't make clark overthink things and that he'd actually really like and find cute, but what you couldn't predict was that it was the one that was going to make him overthink things the most.
you and clark walked into the diner you'd spotted on your way home after you'd gone out for drinks with your friends, both of you thinking about nothing but pancakes and milkshakes. clark led you to a booth, picking up the menu off the table as you sat down next to one another, both of you looking over it together.
"what were you thinking?" clark mumbled, turning to you with a fond smile on his lips, your lips pursed in thought, "i was thinking... strawberry milkshake and blueberry pancakes." "good choice. i was thinking chocolate milkshake and chocolate pancakes." "excellent choice, mr. kent."
moments later, an older waitress walked up to your table with a wide smile on her sweet face, "what can i get for ya?" "i'll have the blueberry pancakes with a strawberry milkshake, and my husband will have the chocolate pancakes with a chocolate milkshake."
clark felt a flutter at the pit of his stomach when he heard that word leave your lips. husband. he was sure it was just a random slip-up, but he couldn't help the way his smile brightened when you called him your husband.
but then... it started happening more often.
clark could hear that you were on the phone with someone from outside your front door, though it was mostly covered up by the sound of a pan sizzling. he pushed open the door, smiling as he started to make his way towards the kitchen, popping his head in.
"i'm home." clark said softly, and you rolled your eyes, "i should get going, my husband just got home. yeah. talk to you soon. bye." once again, clark felt a wave of flutters, his cheeks feeling warmer. husband. "so, how was work?" you looked to clark as you set down your phone. "yeah," clark cleared his throat, trying to bite down his smile, "it was good."
suddenly, the sleepy mumbles of "good morning my love..." you'd let out every morning turned into "good morning my husband..."
when you went out to museums or on the beach, instead of asking a stranger, "could you take a picture of us?" it became "could you take a picture of my husband and i?"
and although clark's bright blue eyes only got brighter every time you referred to him as your husband, he couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety. why did you keep calling clark your husband? could it be...? no. no way. the nightstand drawer was locked.
but when it continued to bother him, he decided to finally bring it up as the two of you were laid up on the couch, clark's arm around you. "sweetheart?" he mumbled softly, and you turned your attention from the tv to your boyfriend with a warm smile, "what's up?"
"i was wondering... how come you've suddenly started calling me your husband?" your eyes widened slightly, brows raising, "oh." you let out a soft chuckle, "well, initially it was because of a prank i saw about calling your boyfriend your husband. but you didn't really react to it, so i wanted to see how long it'd take for you to react. and... i guess it kind of stuck. do you- are you not comfortable with it? i can stop."
"no, no, it's not that." clark smiled, "i like it." he brought his lips to your forehead. but it was a relief to know that you hadn't found the ring box in the drawer of his nightstand.
Tags/warnings: nsfw!!!, sub!ClarkKent vibes, aphrodisiac/truth serum (idk just kinda created my own thing), p in v, oral f receiving, pregnancy kink at the end because i can't control myself hehe, no use of y/n
Word count: 2.8K
Note: Quick and fast paced story!! this is actually such bad writing like don't even read, but its been sitting in my drafts forever and i just need it GONE, this writers block is crushing me
There was a loud crash outside your small townhouse, making you jump from your place on the couch. The trashy reality TV show you were watching drones in the background as you hurried your way to the window. It was the middle of the night and despite the loud crash, your quiet neighborhood street looked untouched. Your eyes scanned the street, peering just barely around the curtains of your window.
A loud, fast knock sounded at your door. You involuntarily let out a yelp, covering your mouth with both hands as you shook in place. Your mind raced with what it could be. Just a few minutes ago the news had been informing people of an otherworldly monster wrecking havoc on Metropolis. Superman was on scene, and it was far enough away from your house, so you switched the news off. At this moment, however, you were considering the odds that the monster found its way to your door. And was a polite knocker.
The knocking turned desperate, a low moan coming from the other side of the door. You crept towards it, your shaky hand extending to unlock the deadbolt. Suddenly the door slammed open, hitting the wall and denting the plaster. You let out a scream at the intrusion, your wild eyes looking at the hunched over form, illuminated from behind by the street lamps.
It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the form of Superman. Hunched over with a hand gripping his side, the other against your door frame, fingers digging into the wood and causing it to splinter.
“Y/n, y/n I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to… to go.” He let out a low groan as your brain tried to follow along with the turn of events.
Superman was on your doorstep, in pain, and he remembered you? You had interviewed him twice before, but it had been brief, and so long ago. Your brain finally caught up to the situation.
“Wait, how do you know where I live?” You went to his side to try to help him inside, but he whimpered, as if your presence was causing him physical pain.
“Please don’t come closer!” you stilled in your tracks.
“P-please.” It sounded pained and weak, unlike Superman.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was fighting something,” He stumbled into your house, leaning against the wall as he made his way inside. “And- and I didn’t want to kill it. I was trying to move it somewhere safer.”
He groaned and doubled over, leaning heavily on the wall. You stood nearby, unsure of what to do since he didn’t want you near.
“I should’ve gotten control of it sooner, but there were people in the way, and I got hit with something. It didn’t affect me until I finished dealing with the monster, but-”
Superman looked up at you, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t tell. His breaths came out fast. His knees buckled and you went to his side, your hand wrapping around his arm. He leaned into your touch momentarily, feeling brief reprieve. It didn’t last long before he let out a low whimper and you were quickly pinned to the wall, your legs around his waist. He dug his hips into yours, his hard member grinding against your center.
“Y/n I’m sorry, so sorry. I think I was hit with a weird dust cloud. Some sort of aphrodisiac. It’s affecting my mind and body and I can’t control myself.”
“How do you remember me?” You asked again. You weren’t upset to be in this position, Superman was handsome and needy, needy for you. But something still nagged in the back of your mind.
“I work with you.” He grimaced at the confession, his hips still moving against your center. You bit your lip as you tried to focus.
“It’s me, Clark.”
And suddenly it was like everything came into focus when you didn’t realize it was out of focus. Similar jawline, mouth, and eyes, even Superman’s singular curl was as if Clark was trying to break through.
“Clark…”
“Oh god - please don’t say my name.” He whined.
“I’m sorry, I can’t control myself or my body. I’ve had a crush on you, y/n. I really like you, I couldn’t stop myself from coming over here. I knew - I knew I would be safe.” His head fell to your neck as he inhaled your scent. “I think that whatever hit me is similar to a truth serum, goodness I didn’t want to tell you my secret right now.”
“How is this possible? I’ve never heard of something like this.” You asked, head starting to feel fuzzy as you could feel how thick he was against you.
“I’m not really sure how it works but my body just responds, and it needs you.” He nipped at your neck, making you let out a surprised sound.
“Clark, what do you need from me?” You would process this later, the fact that Clark was Superman, but right now he needed help, and you were starting to lose focus at his hip movements.
You had always had a thing for Clark, but never thought that you stood a chance, or that he even knew you existed. He would always avoid you. Eventually you stopped trying. Now to have him here, literally throwing himself at you, it was overwhelming.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. If you don’t… I’m worried I’ll hurt you.” His hips picked up their pace against you as he brought his face close to yours, his lips so close you could feel his breath on you.
Instead of answering him, you pulled him in by his collar. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as Clark became putty in your hands. He whined into your mouth, broken and needy.
His fingers dug into your hips as they pinned you against the wall. His thrusts were desperate as he tried to relieve the pressure he felt.
“I’ve wanted you for so long. God, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“Tell me.” You said, wanting to test whatever spell he was under.
“I imagine you underneath me, telling me how well I’m doing as I go inside you. You feel so warm and - god so tight.” He practically moaned the last word as he lifted you with ease, carrying you over to the couch as he laid you on it, landing on top of you.
“Or about how you would ride me, taking me all the way inside, feeling me in your throat. I imagine how you would stretch to fit me, and I wonder how long I would be able to last.”
You try to follow his words, the bluntness of them leaving you dizzy.
“I think of you almost every night, and I feel so guilty while I touch myself. The next morning I still have those thoughts and I have to steer clear of you to make sure you don’t see my erection.”
All those times he avoided you started to make sense, the thought making you kiss him hard as your hips responded to his gyrations. His hips stuttered at your movement, almost as if it was too much. Clark’s hands wandered up and down your sides as if memorizing each detail, but they grabbed greedily at your flesh. You could tell he wanted to be gentle, but something kept pushing him for more.
His tongue swiped at your bottom lip, asking for permission. You gave it, opening your mouth wider to let his tongue explore your mouth. The sensation of his tongue against yours made you crave more. It was dirty and messy, and you couldn’t get enough.
“I need to taste you.” He said in between kisses. His hands were already tugging at your waistband, not waiting for an answer. You gave it anyway, nodding your head as your hands wrapped around his neck.
He ignored your desperate whines and made his way down your body, leaving a trail of quick, wet kisses down your body. His hands made quick work of taking off your sleep shorts, practically fighting the urge to rip them off your body.
He thought about how lucky he was that he was kneeling, he practically felt weak at the knees at the sight of you.
“Golly sunshine, look at you.” He whispered, voice husky with his need. His hands traveled up and down your thighs, rubbing them as he admired your core, his hands leaving chills in their wake.
“Clark, please.” You looked down at him and immediately regretted it. The sight of him between your legs, his eyes focused on your core and Clark biting his lip was too much you had to close your eyes.
His warm breath fanned your center, the only warning you had before his tongue licked a long stripe up your core. You moaned, your back arching slightly off the bed. His large hands wrapped around each thigh, pulling you closer to him and holding you in place. That one small taste was enough to get him addicted.
Clark's tongue lapped at your juices as he moaned. Fingertips digging into your thigh as he tried to get closer. His nose rubbed against your clit as he inhaled.
“Nothing could make me stop,” he said as he came up for air. He looked up and met your eyes “not even you.”
You wanted to look away, but his fingertips digging into your skin kept you in check. His eyes seemed to darken as he moved to your sensitive clit. The eye contact made you feel flustered as you watched the need and lust dance in his eyes. You watched as his tongue darted out, his eyes closing at the taste.
“Clark, fuck it’s too much. I’m close, I’m so close.”
“I’m not stopping, sunshine. Cum all over my tongue, let me see how pretty you look when you cum all over me.”
Those words sent you over the edge. Your hands found his curly hair and pulled him closer to you. Your stomach tightened as you reached the tipping point, your toes curling as a string of swear words left your mouth, followed by chants of his name.
Clark drank it all in, watching you as he savored you. He couldn’t get enough of how you tasted, and he wanted to drown in it. His eyes closed once again, savoring your taste and ignoring your hands trying to push him away, whining about being oversensitive. He took his time lazily lapping at you, enjoying the way you squirm under his tongue. He wanted you to become undone like he is, his hips rutting against the couch.
“It’s too much.” You let out a sob. He wanted to keep going until you were trembling, thighs quivering and tears running down your face. He didn’t want to stop tasting you, hearing you, and seeing you fall apart because of him.
Clark wanted to continue, but the need to get inside you was too much. His body demanded more, needed to finally feel you around him. You watched through half-lidded, tear filled eyes as he removed his suit, admiring the ways his arm flexed, the night light casting shadows across his body as he was lit from behind. You briefly thought how he looked like an angel, but also Clark. Your Clark.
You didn’t even notice that he was naked as you were admiring the way his shoulders sloped and his hair was messy. He made his way back to you, kneeling on the couch in between your legs.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” Your heart warmed. Despite the rough need running through his body, this moment of softness reminded you of the carefree, dorky Clark you always saw, always offering a genuine compliment.
“I’ve always wanted this.” He breathed out, his hand stroking himself as he notched his head at your entrance. “Watching you move throughout the bullpen every day, laughing and smiling with others, makes me crazy. I imagine coming home to you every day, making love to you or taking out my frustrations of the day on you.”
Clark slowly nudged the head of his cock in as you tried to relax into the feeling. His large hand comes up to your stomach and lays flat, fingers sprawled against your trembling frame.
“I feel so guilty, but sometimes I come home and can’t stop myself from touching myself to the thought of you.” You clench around him at the thought of him touching himself to you.
“T-the way your legs look in your skirts or the tightness of it. I feel so bad, but I imagine you on your knees in front of me. God I don’t want to be telling you this.”
You could see his chest flush in embarrassment at his admission, but you didn't pay close attention when his cock dragged against your walls, deliciously filling you up.
One of his hands flew up to his mouth to try to cover his ramblings as his hips snapped into yours, filling you up completely.
“You feel so much better than what I thought. Holy heck it’s perfect, you're perfect.”
His muffled rambles still clear as day as his eyes held yours, a pleading and submissive look in them. The vulnerability in his gaze was too much, making you close your eyes.
He was deep, hitting places inside of you that took your breath away. The power of his thrusts set him off balance, temporarily making him fall on top of you and hitting a spongy part inside you.
The feeling had you arching your back as stars danced in your vision. It felt like you were cumming, the pleasure constant as he hit that spot over and over, watching your face with his mouth hanging open. It was as if your pleasure was his pleasure as he chased your high.
“Is that good? Tell me it’s good, tell me how you want me to pleasure you. I’m at your service, whatever you want.” He practically whined.
“Just don’t stop, please Clark.”
“Oh gosh-” his hips stuttered as you moaned his name. “Of course sunshine, never. Nothing could take me from this, it’s all I’ve wanted for so long. You feel so good, I just want to be in this forever, give you whatever you want.”
“Yeah? Whatever I want?” You asked, wanting to hear more of his desperation.
“Yes! Yes, anything you need. If you want me right as you wake up it’s yours, want to sit on my face you can, want me to put a baby in you I will.”
Your walls tightened at how dirty he was speaking, never hearing this kind of speech from him before. His pace was getting sloppy as he still tried to hit that spot, your cervix probably bruising with how his tip was trying to shove its way in.
“You want that? Want me to put a baby inside you? I’ve been thinking of it so much lately since Brenda in mail went on maternity leave. Your stomach all round and full of me. I’m so close baby, please don’t make me pull out. I want to get you pregnant, right now. Golly I don’t want to tell you this, I’m so sorry. I want to get you pregnant.”
His admission was too much as you nodded along, too fucked out to even consider the consequences of your actions.
Your hands grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss as your orgasm exploded. A searing white hot feeling ran through your body, your toes curling as you moaned into his mouth, Clark greedily swallowing your moans. He moaned along with you, feeling you clench your walls around him as if they were trying to milk you.
Clark could barely hang on through your orgasm as he fucked you through it before finally letting himself spill into you. He buried himself deep into you, pressing far into you to not let anything escape. Shallow thrusts worked him through his orgasm as his head fell into the crook of your neck, biting at the soft flesh. You felt yourself getting full as drops of his cum leaked out of you. The feeling of being so full was unfamiliar but comforting as the warmth spread through you.
The two of you lay like that for a few moments before he lifted his head, eyes meeting yours. Clark looked ashamed as you gave him a lazy smile.
“I’m so sorry to come in here like this, I didn’t know where else to go.”
“It’s okay Clark. It’s more than okay.” You laughed softly at his amazed look. “Do you feel better? Is it wearing off?”
“I want to go another round, make sure it sticks.” His eyes widened at his own admission. You could feel him harden inside you.
A/N: This was supposed to be a little blurb but then I got carried away with the smut…
Summary: Clark feels guilty for wanting to be a dom
Word count: ~3k
Tags/Trigger Warnings: 18+, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, SMUT, PinV sex, fingering, kind of Sir kink, unprotected sex (but only because I forgot to write the condom in…), little bit of spanking, dom!Clark, sub!reader, this got kinda nasty the more I wrote… (please let me know if I missed any)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Superman characters. I do not claim to own any of the Superman characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.
Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)
You and Clark haven’t had sex in two weeks. You don’t quite know why. So far in your relationship, there has never been a stretch this long without one of you practically pouncing on the other. But… something’s off.
It’s not like there hasn’t been any opportunity. Sure, there was the occasional time where Clark was particularly busy as Superman, but it had been a slow month thus far, and Superman had been needed only twice (a new record for Metropolis if you did say so yourself, but whatever…).
Each night, Clark had come home from the Daily Planet, kissed you, cooked dinner (or watched you cook dinner), and the two of you had snuggled on the couch until you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. But every time you had tried to start something, a lingering kiss against his lips, a soft open-mouthed press against his neck, he had simply pecked you back and distracted you with something or other.
You were starting to think you were the problem… but it also didn’t make sense! If Clark was truly losing interest in you, then he wouldn’t be doing all the other things he did. He brought you flowers ‘just because’ twice the week before, and he took you out to dinner at your favourite restaurant all the way on the other side of Metropolis because he ‘never wanted you to forget how special you were to him’.
And it was all the little things too, the kinds of things an uninterested boyfriend would never do let alone think of. Clark always left you a mug of coffee on the counter before he left for work, and he wrote cute little post-it notes that he left in a bunch of random places for you to find later (he had left one calling you his munchkin in your work bag that had made you smile endlessly through a particularly crappy day at work). He restocked your favourite snack in the pantry without you having to ask and even ran a wash for the bedsheets and towels you had been dreading and putting off for at least three days.
He was a good boyfriend. He was just apparently uninterested in having sex with you…
After the second week had fully passed, you couldn’t quite take it anymore. He returned home from work at his usual time, particularly excited because his article was on the front-page and he couldn’t wait to show you.
You had been ready to ambush him as soon as he stepped through the door (he was really surprised when he found you milling around in the entryway as soon as he had opened the door) but when you saw his bright smile you couldn’t do it. You loved him too much to destroy his happiness just yet. It could wait until after dinner.
You oohed and aahed and praised him and pressed a million kisses to his cheeks until he was laughing and faking bashfulness. Then you forced him to set the table for dinner while you finished up cooking, had a really nice meal, and bided your time. By the time you two were sitting on the couch together, you were almost bursting.
“Ah,” Clark sighed happily, wrapping his arms around you and hauling you against his chest as you two watched the tv. “This is nice.”
“Why don’t you want to have sex with me anymore?” You asked quietly. He froze in place. His arms like stone around you.
“What?” He was breathless, and you squirmed a little in his arms until he let go and you could sit back and stare at him. He was wide-eyed, more wide-eyed than you’d ever seen him, and the colour had drained from his face. Clark rarely sweated (honestly the only time you had ever seen it happen was when you had given him a particularly excellent blowjob) but you could swear that a shiny layer had appeared on his face.
“We haven’t had sex in like two weeks, and I know that might not actually be that long, but like… it’s us. And every time I try to start something you kinda just move away and start doing something else and… Like, is it me? Are you not attracted to me anymore?” You frowned a little, fidgeting with your hands in your lap as you looked down. You wanted to tell him that it was fine, but you couldn’t get yourself to lie. It wasn’t fine, and you would feel hurt if that was the case.
“What?! No!” He jumped in his seat, moving forward and grasping your hands tightly in his (still careful of the super strength of course, and that made you want to smile a little despite everything). He was shaking his head so harshly you thought his brain might never be ok again. He moved both your hands into one of his and gently reached up to touch you under the chin and tip your head back up. “Hey, no, I don’t think that’s actually physically possible,” he told you with a little smile, and you offered him one in return, if only just to ease the frantic worry in his eyes.
“Then what is it?” You asked quickly, quietly, moving your hands from his grip only to hold them in your own hands. “You can tell me anything Clark, you know that,” you said earnestly.
“I know, darling, I know,” he nodded, sighed, closed his eyes, dropped his head, and shook it. “I…” he paused again, “I feel awkward saying it!” He sighed exasperatedly, pulling out from your grip and standing up to pace in front of you.
“What? Come on Clark!” You were getting a little worried now (and exasperated), dropping your hands into your lap and leaning forward to watch him back and forth. “Seriously, just tell me. You’re making me think there’s something seriously wrong here.”
“I-” he cut himself off again, rubbed the heels of his hands against his face and then mumbled quietly, “it’s like the exact opposite of what you said.” You frowned, tilting your head in confusion.
“You’re… too attracted to me?” You asked, tone lilting upward.
“Ugh!” Clark huffed in frustration, dropping his hands to his waist and almost glaring at you. “I wanna fuck you!” You paused at that, leaned back a little and stared up at him. Your heart was racing, and there was a sudden warmth deep in your core. He had never spoken to you like that before… “I mean, like… I wanna be in control. I wanna tell you what to do, and how to do it, and all you have to do is just say yes, and let me.”
You stared up at him, mouth dropped open. He was red in the face, hair messy and all over the place as he ran his hands through it. He sighed, defeated, and walked over and sat down right next to you, dropping his face in his hands as if he had said something he could never come back from.
“And… there’s something wrong with that?” You asked quietly, as breathless as he had been a few moments ago. He lifted his face from his hands and frowned a little at you.
“It feels… wrong. I feel like I’m disrespecting you or something,” he told you quietly, and you just smiled at that, giggling a little, which only made him frown more.
“I mean, you can disrespect me in the bedroom if you want,” you shrugged, but Clark just gave you a deadpan look and your smile turned less cheeky and more sweet. You shuffled a little closer and gripped his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to fully face you. “Clark, there is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting that. I don’t know if I have enough time in the world to explain all the intricacies of kinks and stuff - I’ll direct you to the internet for that, babe - but as long as both of us consent to whatever we want to do together, then I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”
His face softened as you spoke, and he leaned into your grip a little, eyelids fluttering. He turned his head and pressed a kiss against your palm.
“And… you’re ok with that?” He asked, flicking his eyes up to meet yours. He was watching you so intently, and you could feel the energy rippling just under his skin. There was something heavier in the atmosphere now.
“Yes,” you said quietly, hands trembling a little, “yes, sir.” He pulled back a little at that, but his eyes were alive, like you’d just electrocuted him back to life. Clark gripped one of your hands in his as the other dropped back to your lap. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your palm, keeping eye contact, and you shivered.
“I think I might like you calling me that a little too much,” he leaned in and kissed the inside of your wrist, then a little higher on your forearm. You inhaled a small gasp, gulping at the feeling of his lips, slightly wet, touching your skin. He traced the kisses up your arm until he pressed a final one to the inside of your elbow and looked up at you. “Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?”
“Yes,” you breathed out quickly, nodding so hard your brain felt jostled. Clark smirked a little then nodded in return and stood up. Just before you could follow, he bent down and hoisted you into his arms, carrying you bridal style into your bedroom.
Your heart was thudding in your chest, your skin felt too hot, but you could only focus on Clark, on this new side of him you had never experienced before. He was firm, and focused, the way he was as Superman.
When he dropped you on the bed, he told you to just sit tight as he pulled the ends of his shirt from where they were tucked into his trousers and then began unbuttoning it. You lay back a little and watched, breath shallow as he exposed large stretches of smooth skin. Your hands were sweaty and your arms trembled but you still held yourself up onto your elbows, intent on obeying his orders.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered, and you nodded, fully sitting up and grabbing the t-shirt at the hem. “And use your voice when you respond.” You looked up right into Clark’s eyes.
“Yes, sir,” you could almost see the full body shiver that went through him, but you could definitely see the movement of this throat as he gulped harshly. His movements to remove his shirt hurried. He watched you lift the shirt and expose yourself, no bra in sight. You could almost feel his gaze trace over your breasts.
“Are you wearing panties?” He asked, eyes dropping to the flimsy pair of shorts you were wearing.
“No, sir.” He bent down and gripped the waistline of your shorts, pulling them off of you hurriedly and tossing them to the side. Your legs crossed so he couldn’t see anything but he only focused back on himself, undoing his belt and unzipping his trousers. But he didn’t pull them off just yet.
He bent down and pressed his mouth to yours, soft at first as he gripped your face in one hand and stabilised himself against the mattress with the other. Then the kiss was harder, sloppier, his tongue invading your mouth as you moaned around it. He kissed you as if he wanted to swallow you.
Your hands reached up and ran over his neck, his shoulders, and you gripped him tightly at his arms as he leaned even further over you. When breath became necessary, you pulled away and he let you. He leaned back, swiped his thumb over your mouth then shoved his trousers off his hips.
He was hurried, stepping out of them before gripping both of your hips in his hands. You gasped as he flipped you over, setting you on your hands and knees. He paused for a second to lean down and press a kiss to one of your asscheeks, and you turned your head back to smile cheekily at him. He huffed out a chuckle before telling you to look forward again.
Clark reached down between your legs from behind and gently touched your pussylips, groaning a little when he felt the wetness already smeared there. He rubbed it around a little, pressed through them to rub at your clit. You keened, shifting your hips back and forth as he pressed at the nub. He bent down and kissed your spine, licking up the length of it.
You dropped your head and pressed your face into the mattress, moaning loudly as he moved away from your clit and pressed two of his fingers inside you. He pressed them as deep as they would go, listening to your moans get deeper, then began moving them back and forth. He started slow, mumbling quiet ‘yes’s and ‘that’s right, baby’s as your hips moved harder against him and his fingers increased their pace. When you came, yelling into the mattress, he kissed your other asscheek before pulling his fingers out of you.
You tilted your head on the mattress so your cheek pressed into it and you could look back at him, but his eyes were closed and he had put your fingers straight into his mouth. He sucked on them as he pulled them out, moaning a little before opening his eyes and looking down at you. You could feel your insides clench tighter than ever, the pleasure almost painful after what had already transpired, and a low moan left you.
Clark stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, kicking them off as he gripped you by the hips, his wet fingers pressing into your skin. He pulled you back a little so your ass raised higher and your stomach pressed into your knees, before he let go on one side.
You felt him guide his cock against the back of your thigh then between both, notching himself at your entrance. He moaned loudly as he entered, gripping both of your hips so tightly you could feel the flesh under his fingers pulse with an ache. You could hear him panting behind you as he waited the customary few moments to allow you to adjust.
You squirmed a little, the fullness and pressure inside you almost overwhelming. Your insides were on fire in the best way possible. You moved your arms so you could grip tightly into the sheets on either side of your head before pressing yourself even further back against Clark. He groaned then began fucking you the way he had wanted, the entire reason you two had ended up here.
It wasn’t too fast, but it was hard, purposeful, the slap of skin echoing around you and the rippling of your ass mesmerising him. You moaned loudly into the sheets, drooling a little and feeling the wet press against your mouth and cheek. Clark groaned and grunted, huffing a little and moaning when you clenched around him.
“You feel so good baby,” he hurried out, “you’re doing so good for me.”
Clark moved one hand away from your hip and onto your ass, gripping it tightly before pulling back to smack it slightly. Your moan sharpened at the not-pain pain, your legs shaking and your pussy tightening around him. He made a little groaning-whining sound and did it again, throwing his head back and fully moaning at the feeling.
You were losing your mind, lost to the sensations, and Clark began to hurry. He gripped both your hips and began pulling you back to meet him, almost curling on top of you as he rutted into you.
You could feel yourself about to come, each thrust pushing you a little higher, a little closer, and you were sure Clark could tell. He was fully leaning over you now, his chest pressed to your back, his mouth against your hair as he fucked into you.
You came like you had finally gotten hold of whatever you were reaching for, gripping Clark tightly and convulsing a little as every single one of your muscles tensed. He followed so soon after that it was almost as if you came at the same time. He moaned loudly right by your ear, one of his hands falling on top of yours and gripping it so tightly your bones popped a little.
You could feel him pulsing inside you, hot and heavy. Your insides felt sensitive, raw, and you couldn’t stop twitching. He panted against the back of your head, his hips twitching too, and the both of you lay there for a little while.
When Clark finally rolled off of you, you turned onto your back, your legs dangling off the bed a little. You rolled onto your side and despite the shakiness in your limbs, you threw your leg over Clark’s waist, curling up into his side. He reached down and gripped your thigh, turning his head to look at you. He ran his hand up your leg, up your side, enjoying the way you shivered at the feeling, before he reached up and gathered the hair off your face to tuck it behind your ear. You smiled at him, bright and exhausted and happy, and he leaned forward and kissed you softly, leaving his hand against the side of your face.
“You know,” you began softly, tracing a pattern against his pec.
“What?” He asked, voice raspy.
“You could be even more of a dom if you wanted,” you smiled cheekily, adding, “sir”. Clark just smirked, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb before pulling it down a little.
“Don’t worry, baby. I just thought I’d ease you in a little,” and he watched your eyes widen before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
