A/N: ahhh I hope some people enjoy this 🫣 my friend and I came up with the idea. He made it even more pervy than my og idea! Sorry about the ambiguous ending, I had a little writers block in that respect. Anyway, enjoy!
Edging for Metropolis
Info - pathetic Clark, villain reader, hard dom reader, hitting, dub con, hand job, watching someone masturbate, crying, kryptonite use, threatening metropolis, edging, sexual torture, sex toys, reader is crushing on Clark and has an evil way of showing it
“My goodness,” you purred, making something in his stomach curl. “You are absolutely dripping Superman.”
Green Kryptonite handcuffs looped around his strong wrists. These restraints kept him in your tower but gave him enough pull to do what you wanted him to do.
You were at your desk across from him, long legs propped up. You wore a skimpy leather outfit and stiletto heels that could piece the skin.
“Superman,” you crooned now. He was panting desperately and the torture hadn’t even really begun.
His large hand was fisted around his throbbing cock. He was pumping just as you demanded him to. The veins on it stood out, so dark purple they were nearly black. The angry read head was producing an embarrassing amount of precum and he was writhing like a dying snake.
“I always knew I’d enjoy meeting you,” you confessed and pressed the button that made the cock ring vibrate.
“Oh, shhhhhoot,” Superman whined. His thick length was bobbing up and down. More and more excitement dripped from his slit onto your pristine floor. Perhaps you’d have him clean that up with his tongue later.
“Keep touching, but no cumming,” you reminded him. “Or metropolis firehouse gets it.”
“Miss! PLEASE,” Superman begged. His hand was working desperately at his member, pumping and twisting in a beautiful way. It was good his hands were so big, he was able to circle his whole girth. You chuckled meanly.
“Come on superman, save your little city. Show me how much you want it.”
“Hoooo, ohhhh, ffffffff, mmmmhhh, Ma’am, I really c-can’t-“
“Where’s that super stamina,” you asked the air. You hit your button again. The world’s finest let out a sound like a wounded animal.
“Music to my ears, keep stroking!”
You felt a twist in your stomach of happiness. Seeing a man reduced to this pitiful creature of lust was beautiful. You couldn’t have imagined it going better! Every inch of your body was on fire and this would be what you thought about every time you touched yourself for the rest of your life. Other villains had made him bleed, you had made him into a complete degenerate slave. This accomplishment made you feel on top of the world.
You and he stared out at metropolis, your weapon alternating targets on the skyline. Superman was weak in the knees. He was nearly a puddle of hopelessness. His perfect curl stuck to his forehead with sweat, every one of his muscles was trembling. And that cock. It just kept weeping precum. It was jolting and straining and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the disgusting display. The cock ring made his balls look fat and full of fertile seed. You wondered who would break first?
You wanted to watch him cum. You knew it would be thick and wild. You knew he would shoot rope after rope of alien semen that could probably impregnate every member of his harem easily. However, he was holding on. He certainly loved Earth and humans to hold back this much.
That’s when he keened like an animal. It was high pitched and nearly girly. He fell so hard to his knees there were dents in your floor.
“Excuse me,” you snapped. You jumped up from your swivel chair and clicked over to him, hips swishing. He looked up, eyes nearly all pupil.
“Why did you stop.”
He was swayed slightly. His cock didn’t stop bobbing pitifully, dribbling precum still. His bloody bottom lip was trembling like a leaf. A miserable sound like a kicked dog left his mouth.
“I’m gonna, I’m g-gonna cum,” he confessed in a small voice.
“Oh no, the man of steel can’t hold on?”
“N-no, please, let me go. This isn’t you. The city, you can still make a good choice-“
You slapped him across the face. Next, you grabbed that pretty jaw and forced him to look at the skyline. Your drones narrowed in on a target.
“Metropolis Hospital perhaps you would like me to aim there-“
“NO!” Superman nearly shrieked. His eyes were full of tears. Damn he was pretty when he was fucked up like this.
“Then pick up that dick,” you said, pointing down. He whimpered, little sounds that made you pussy throb each time.
“Good boy,” you mocked.
“Th-this isn’t good, this is disgusting,” he spat.
“I know,” you crooned. You saw the way your voice and teasing made his stomach contract. He could lie all he liked but he enjoyed this.
“That's what makes it your perfect torture. Good Boy Scout Superman, wanking his cock to save the world. Disgusting boy.”
“Ma’am,” he whined. He fell forward now so he was on all fours. You listened, cherishing the way he was heavily panting as he pumped himself. You watched his muscles ripple, green kryptonite creeping through him.
“Weak,” you whispered.
“I know,” he agreed. He gulped heavily and even that made your walls flutter.
“Pathetic.”
“I am!” He howled in agreement. He was gushing so much pre onto your floor that it looked like he had cum already.
“It feels so good. I’m sorry, sorry,” he began to sob. He was mumbling names that sounded like Lois, Jimmy, Perry, Ma, Pa. The last two affected you the most. You had a grown man, a superhero no less, on all fours, calling out for his parents. You couldn’t help but laugh.
He lifted his heavy head to glare at you. However, his hand didn’t stop. His hand still was on himself. The poor thing was just begging for release.
“Hey, hey, c’mere,” you soothed and stopped his hand. He was panting like an animal who was overheating. You wondered if he even had the strength to shut his mouth.
“Sit up,” you pushed on his sweaty chest. He sat back on his heels. His eyes were ice chips, his body shiny with perspiration. His whole face was pink. His unclothed body was mostly smooth other than the happy trail that ran down into his dark bush. You admired his thick thighs, meaty, but quivering. He was art. You’d never seen someone so attractive. Such a big man, reduced to nothing.
You slowly reached forward, licking your lips. Your hand gently took up his cock and slid down achingly slow. Superman let out a deep long groan. His eyes fluttered shut when you got to his balls, and then you shlicked up making sure your thumb pad got his slit.
“Hey, does it feel good?” You asked in the kindest voice. When his eyes opened his cute brows scrunched together. He was confused by the change of attitude.
“It- it does,” he hissed. “It feels too good.”
“I know,” you gave him a pitying pout. He was took far gone to gauge if you were mocking him. He was lost in pleasure. You could tell someone else’s hands on him affected him more than what he’d been doing before.
“I know superman. You wanna save people. You wanna be a good boy don’t you?” You ask.
“Yes, yes, wanna be good, need to be good!” He wept. Fat tears were pouring from his eyes. You leaned forward and lapped one up. You actually heard him mumble thank you. He was perfectly lost in this.
“You can be,” you encouraged.
“Can?” He asked. He was losing parts of sentences, oh this was delicious.
“Just don’t cum,” you replied sweetly. He looked crushed.
“D-don’t, oh, gosh, don’t cum?” He whimpered the question. You quickened your tugs on his already abused cock.
“Yeah, don’t cum and you’re fine.”
“I but, I, oh geez, miss it’s building. You have to stop! Please!” He was screaming.
“But it feels good!” You teased in delight. “I bet your cock has never felt this good.”
“It hasn’t, oh, FFFFF-“
Superman nearly swore but something happened before that. His balls contracted, and his veins gave a mighty pulse.
“I CANT HELP IT, I’M CUMMING, OH GOSH I’M CUMMING!” He shouted the words. The first splurt went so far across the floor it was impressive. He was completely humping your hand. He had abandoned all morals as his release consumed him.
“Yes! Oh! YES! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He was chanting as his hips snapped forward. Buckets of cum spewed from his heavy tip. It was like a rogue fire hose. Spurt after spurt of that that gooey mess. His whole body thrust into the orgasm. He was moaning and whimpering and whining. It was a mesmerising sight.
“Ooooooh,” Superman moaned as I squeezed the final dribbles of spunk out. He’d left my floor a complete disaster. There was cum everywhere.
He looked from the mistake to me. If possible he paled even more in fear. I leg a cruel smile unfurl on my face. He began to shake his head, already begging for mercy. This would be fun.
