Too Much
summary: after spending your day with Clark taking you on a shopping spree, you decide to give him a little show.
Clark Kent x fem!reader | wc: 5.1k
contains: smut, nsfw mdni, dry humping, oral/fingering (fem receiving), soft!pleasuredom!clark, bap!coded reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pet names, name kink, scent kink (?), multiple orgasms, unprotected pinv, dom/sub dynamics, slight subspace, mating press, dirty talk, clark curses, plenty more nasty things tbh
a/n: hello! dovie here coming in quite fashionably late to the Galentine's Party being hosted by @pinksplace and @wildflowersandvibranium this post combines both spicy prompts from Days 1 & 2 as I am a procrastinator dealing with a laptop that hates me. Days 3 & 4 along with a master list will be up tomorrow, and hopefully m'not still playing catch up afterwards so we'll see for the rest. reader is bap coded but no specific physical descriptions, so anyone feel free to read! :) enjoy!
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No sounds could be heard from your bedroom other than wet, sloppy, suction, muffled groans, and the choked gasps that tore from your throat. Tears streaming down your face as Clark drug your third orgasm of the night out of you with a deft that only he knew.
You'd just gotten home from probably the longest shopping spree you'd dragged him on yet in your fairly fresh relationship, and while he was happy to hand you his card, hold your bags, feed you throughout the day, and spectate each ensemble you'd chosen from the doorframe of various fitting rooms; there was one store you'd gone remiss to giving him a show in. La Perla. A luxury lingerie establishment housing prices that made his eyes nearly bulge out of his head as you browsed the store.
You wouldn’t give him a show there of course, opting instead to make him wait until you got home as it was something you'd both preferred to remain in the confines of your private space, considering you knew good and well what would follow.
Set after set of lingerie and robes comprised of lace and silk, along with chiffon peignoirs that barely covered you front to back had left him red in the face and tight in the pants halfway through, even though his bank account screamed at him when you rang it all up. As you pranced around and asked him what he liked best, you knew none of them could prepare him for what you grabbed while he wasn’t looking.
When you stepped into view once again from the dressing area of your walk-in, Clark's heart skipped a beat when finally he saw you. This one specifically nearly made him abandon the plush armchair you'd stuffed him into for a front of the house seat of your little fashion show.
An ensemble of scarlet silk, delicately lined with whispers of lace, cups that barely covered the height of your nipples, and panties so small he bet they only covered the front of you had him groaning under his breath. Noticing the stark difference in his reaction to it, even though the others were notably enthusiastic, you could tell this one signaled the tipping point of his composed demeanor.
He looked so handsome and perfect sitting there so lax after the day you had. Hair mussed and fluffed up, with no belt on his slacks and his tie resting haphazardly on the floor, shirt near halfway unbuttoned. Legs spread, sporting the hardened tent in his pants in a way that made you feel faint, your thighs getting slicker by the minute. Your cheeks became flush as you lured him, "You like it Clarkie? Think this one's my favorite." His breath shuddered as he replied, want dripping from his tone, "Mhm. Absolutely honey, think it’s my favorite too,” his head tilts as he admires you, eyes glazed over and full of lust as they drag over your form. “C'mere, wanna see it up close." You drifted to his spread out form slowly, already anticipating what was to come next once you were in arms reach. When you closed in, he sat up and his legs automatically went wider, an understood invitation for you awaiting his embrace. One you eagerly accepted.
"Gosh. This is perfect baby, saved the best one for last huh?" He exhaled as if he was holding his breath the entire time once his hands found purchase on your thighs, firmly gripping and rubbing them as he took you in. You couldn't help but chuckle at the state you'd reduced him to, "Actually this isn't the last one, mister, but ‘m glad to see you're a fan." As his hands made their journey up and around your waist, Clark felt like the luckiest man alive in this moment, something you managed to make him feel constantly every time he even thought of you, but to have you in front of him, in his hands like this, was something entirely different. "C-can you turn around please? So I can see it all?", you let out a breathy giggle as he practically positioned you himself, "'Course baby."
He choked on his own breath at the sight—he fucking knew it. Your posterior form was practically bare in front of him, the thin straps of the top and bottom leaving zero to the imagination whatsoever. There was nothing to connect the strings of the thong but a small, sateen heart pendant, one a shade darker the rest of the fabric. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, and you lightly shrieked in surprise as he groaned and left searing kisses to each of the plump globes of your ass he adored so much, "Clark!" you yelped, as one of your hands instinctively found his curls in a light tug.
"Mmn, 'm sorry baby,” “Just couldn't help it. You look so beautiful like this." he spoke as he adorned you.
After letting him revel in his daze as he kissed, caressed, and looked you over, you decided to usher him back to reality and employ your secret weapon, the element of the surprise you knew would snap the last taught wire of his resolve. And as you spin back around to look him in the eyes, a glint of mischief shines in yours.
"Wanna see the best part?" "Don't think it can get any better than this doll, but shoot." he gestured as he looked up to meet your gaze with a dopey, dimpled smile and light squeeze of your hip.
You placed his hands back onto the armrests and leaned into him even further, simultaneously nudging him to sink into the chair, a somewhat confused expression gracing his content features as you began to kneel one leg to seat in between his, lifting the other until the arch of your foot brushed just by his ear. Clark felt his heart stop, genuinely stop, for the first time in his life. They were crotchless. His decidedly favorite pair of lingerie you'd ever worn, were also crotchless. They left you open to him, laid bare, glistening inches from his face, so close he could taste the nectar that seeped from you already as it overwhelmed his senses. He sat there wide eyed and somehow even harder than he'd come to be in the past hour, and couldn't help the moan that slipped out of him upon taking in the sight. "Hook, line, and sinker." you thought.
After a moment of weighted silence, he finally broke. "Gah— a-are you trying to kill me sweetheart? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you just did," He sighed out as he sat there in shock, one hand gliding its way up your lifted leg back to your hip, the other ghosting towards the slit, moreover your slit, as if he was hypnotized by the sight. “This was my favorite part when I saw ‘em, thought you’d appreciate the easy access just as much as I do.”
Clark had already fallen over the cliff of his breaking point, now there was no going back. The cerulean eyes you’d come to know and love had clouded over, and the darkness of his pupils left only a sliver of the man who held restraint. The trap you’d set ensnaring him in totality; prey now becoming predator. Your breath hitched as he began to lightly swipe his middle and ring fingers through your silken heat, and as he drug his eyes up and away from your center, he was met with the gaze he’d been hoping he would be, the one that need not be accompanied by words, the one that said you needed him. Right. Fucking. Now.
Slowly, Clark leaned forward just enough to press a kiss to your already puffy clit, one hand gripping your thigh as the other cradles your ass, afterwards surging upwards to scoop you into his arms. As your legs straddled his waist one by one, he finally took your mouth into his and groaned at the feeling of your cunt already soaking into his bulge, walking you both the path to your bed with decisive intent. He was gonna ruin you in the best way. The way your moans vibrated against his lips as you ground down onto him made him want nothing more than to lick, suck, nip, and kiss every single inch of you. He could feel how eager you were getting the more desperately you jumped at him.
“Mm, you’re gonna make me cum before we hit the bed hun” he spoke against your lips, “M-hm, want you too. Want it messy.” You smiled back to him before nipping his bottom lip, mouth once again attaching itself to his, and you let out a squeak as he gently dropped both of you onto the bed, giggling slightly at the plush bounce of your bodies upon realizing he used his super speed to get you there.
Clark didn’t let your bodies part for one second, immediately pressing himself into your core, eliciting a moan from your kiss swollen lips as he began to grind himself into you, relishing in the wet warmth that left a growing wet patch right atop where he throbbed for you. “Mm, oh-Clark”, “Feels good huh pretty?” “Mhm” you nodded against his mouth, kisses growing sloppier the more you took pleasure in each other. “Want you to come just like this for me, okay? This’ll be your first for tonight. Just keep grinding on me baby, can you do that?” You nodded as his mouth began to make its way down to one of his favorite places to kiss you, the junction right between your jaw and your neck, the spot he knew always made you melt. Alternating between licking and sucking his way back and forth from there to your clavicle on each side, and you were already so drunk on him that you barely registered when his hand gently gripped your face in an effort to get your attention.
“Hey. I asked you a question baby, y’ got enough manners in you to give me your words, don’t you?” His tone was stern but his eyes shone nothing but a mix of adoration and hunger when reflecting back into your starry ones, it wasn’t only you that sunk into a—particular—headspace when you were intimate with each other. Clark waited for you to muster up the mind to give him what he wanted, no matter whether or not he continued the torturous rolling of his hips into yours, grinding in a way that put even more pressure on your throbbing center, causing the slick between you to grow. You were a smart girl, he knew that better than anybody. You were his smart girl, and the smug bastard wasn’t gonna cut you any slack even if he indeed was intent on turning that pretty head of yours to mush in this moment.
With the slightest lift of his hips from yours, you instinctively wrapped your legs tighter around his broad waist, “Mm-no! Please, I’ll be good! Yes, yes! I’m sorry.” “Yes, what baby?” “Yes I’ll keep grinding.” “Yes, what baby?” He stopped fully, separating your cores. A whine of desperation tumbled out from your throat, tears beginning to well up at the abrupt halt of your pleasure. “Yes Clark! Yes, I’ll keep going! Please don’t stop, please.” Clark let out a quiet, proud chuckle once you finally gave the correct answer, leaning down to press a searing kiss to your lips as he resumed his ministrations, singing your praises between the dancing of your tongues, “Mmhm. Atta girl, knew you could do it. So good f’me” His hands found their respective positions to keep you situated perfectly within his grasp as his movements gained a new fervor, one cradling the nape of your neck as the other pressed bruisingly into your hip. With the accumulated slick that both of you had contributed to, he felt himself nearing his peak with how easy it was to slide against you, how much clearer the outline of your pussy could be felt with the fabric of his pants soaked through, though he was intent on making sure you got there first.
The shift of him against you became heavier. The short but firm strokes each you gave the other in tandem were becoming more frantic, more animalistic as you neared your peaks.
“Clark! Oh, Clark– fuck, I’m–hmm, ahhyes” you frantically gasp into him, tugging his dark locks while nails dug into his back, both a telltale sign that you were almost there. “I know baby, it’s okay. Don’t stop, such a good girl for me.” Clark himself was starting to leak as he tensed against you, breath hot against your neck. When he returned his mouth to yours, you both swallowed each other's moans as you finally came in tandem, your panties and his slacks utterly ruined. Through languid kisses that never seemed to wanna separate, he slowly pulled away from you, a string of saliva holding you in place. When your eyes fluttered back open, you found Clark had a look in his eyes that told you he was just getting started.
He peppered kisses over your flushed forehead, cheeks, and neck, each leading lower until he was eye level with your pert nipples, which now spilled halfway out of the fabric. He took the left one in his mouth, tongue flat and suction seeping through the thin silk as his hand fondled your right, pinching and tugging just how you liked. He groaned in delight when he licked a stripe across the valley in between them and his senses were barraged with the scent of your various body oils and perfumes.
As his tongue made its way to your right nipple, his left hand slid low to your soaked heat, pleased with the slick sounds it made as he began to further toy with you. “Mm—Clark ‘m sensitive.” He nipped and grazed his teeth against you in response, forcing a small hissed moan from you that he’d never admit pleased him as much as it did. He knew how much you liked it anyway, being just as taken by him as he was you. “Sensitive already baby? Haven’t even got to taste you yet.” He spoke through the wet kisses he dotted along the peaks of each breast.
He suctioned himself from you, a glint in his eyes and a hazy smile to match indicating you were in for trouble that he’d certainly charm you into, “How about this? I’ll start off real gentle, nice and slow. Just how you like so it’s not too much. If gets to be too much you just say the word. That work sweetheart?” You could feel yourself rhythmically twitching under his palm, which cupped you with its fullness in tight, slow circles that held firm pressure, enough to work you back up without discomfort. The little crinkle in your brow and the low moans that began to build up from the back of your throat let him know your answer. He took kitten licks and nipped at the bottom of your lip, before asking you once more, for explicit consent as he always would, “Gonna let me make you cum again, hm?” he asked, pressing and holding down into you, your slick trickling steadily down his hand. “Mhm. Yes please.” “That’s my girl.” kiss “Such good manners too.”
He gave you one peck to your temple and another that lingered to your lips before making his favorite descent, shrugging his white button up off, leaving his soiled bottoms intact for the time being as his knees hit the floor and he tugged you to the edge of the bed.
When he finally came eye level to your leaking cunt, he felt the drool pooling on his tongue, wasting no time to spread you wide with his fingers and deposit it right onto your hood, watching as the mixture of it and your lacrimation leak down past your ass and puddle onto the bed. He inhaled deeply, nosing at you lightly before licking a wide stripe from your opening to your clit. Stopping there, he gave it a sweet peck and began to lightly suck and swirl his tongue. As he lavished your sweet little bud, his eyes fluttered closed and rolled back into his skull while he reveled in the decadence that was you. It was true that your mouth would always be his favorite part of you to taste, and of course would be the more appropriate answer if anyone–well you–were to ask. But she, she was a close second by a long shot compared to anything else.
“Fuck! Ugh. Ohh that feels good.” “Mmm feelin’ better baby? She’s cryin’ she’s so wet for me, so sweet.” Clark spoke, switching back and forth between licking and suctioning himself to you. His arms scooped under your spread thighs, gripping as they came around to tug you wider and hold you there. The enhanced exposure to your flesh spurred him to increase the intensity, eyes flicking up when he heard your cries heighten in pitch, making sure you were still satisfied. The longer he kept up with his new pace, the more you began to buck against him, already feeling your next high come to take you.
“Ah! Oh my–Clark! Ohhhhm, yes! Hah, m’gonna hm–,” “Mmmhm” he moaned against you in response, “I know hun, just let go for me.” Your climax undulated higher and higher until it came over you in a white, hot fury. Clark’s grip on you tightening in response to you beginning to writhe even further, one hand latched tightly to his hair, the other toying with one of your nipples. As the aftershocks were still hitting you, your breath started to hitch when you felt him drink you in even stronger, tongue lowering to your hole so he could slurp you down, replacing his mouth on your clit with his thumb. Your eyes peered down, squeezed shut in ecstasy just a moment ago, now wide and hysteric, letting tears freely flow.
Clark’s starved gaze met you from below, piercing into you with a lust he couldn’t contain if he wanted to. “Clark, wait! I-I can’t, I can’t. s’ too muchhh!” “Yes you can baby,” his fingers now replacing his mouth inside of you, his tongue rubbing tight, pressed rings around your swollen nub, “Can feel you almost there, mm let me taste it. Give me one more, m’ right here.” You felt like you were going to implode. The heat and hum of his mouth, the slick wetness making messes of you both, the grip he held you in, and the near crippling expression of want he reserved strictly for you made the tears flow even harder. The worst part of it all was that you reflected the same gaze back to him in equal measure. You could give yourself the grace of closing your eyes to ease the intensity of the moment, but you wouldn’t. You didn’t want to look away.
You loved when Clark took you like this. You loved how he could make you question your existence with his mouth alone, whether it was interlocked with yours or worshipping any part of your body, but especially right here right like this. Here Clark was in his element. With the experience you’d gained in relationships and sex in all your years, no one on the planet had made you feel like he did. No one could take you apart and put you back together the way he did, love laced in every caress, every kiss, every time you met eyes, every time he cradled you in his arms like you were made for him. You couldn’t help but cry out, letting your wanton moans flow freely, loud and pornographic, not giving a shit what the co-op board would have to say about it.
“Ahh–fuck! Oh yes, yes baby! ‘M cumming–oh hmfuck ‘m cumming! Please don’t stop, pleasepleas–mngh” Clark’s own moans grew to a volume nearly reflective of your own. Seeing you like this above him, droplets of tears streaming down your cheeks and neck, mixing with the sweat pooled at the valley of your breasts, torso pulled taught as you writhe against him in all your glory made him want to cry himself. “Mm fuck baby, that’s it. Ride my face, taste sooo good pretty.” His hands left your thighs to interlock with one of yours and take over the other toying with your nipple, the displaced palm now clawing at his wrist as you reached your third peak of the night. You screeched as streams of your release gushed wildly from you, soaking the lower half of his face and trickling down his stomach, Clark making sure to keep his nose pressed into you as he swallowed all you would give him, eyes penetrating your teary ones with a look of perverted pride, letting you ride the last bit of aftershocks out on is mouth.
He pressed wet, lingering kisses on each side of your inner thighs, taking little nips at the plush skin there. Slowly but surely making his way up to doing the same to the softness of your stomach, licking up from your rib cage to one of your nipples, giving each a like suck and peck in appreciation for you, worshipping you has his thumbs rubbed reassuring circles on your pulse and hip. When he finally got to your face, he flashed you that signature smile that showed he was satisfied with the mess he’d made of you.
Hovering above you, he leaned down to press more soothing kisses to your face, eventually settling on your panting lips like he held the breath of life himself, mouth tasting like your cum. When your breathing finally evened out, he checked in to make sure you were okay as always. “How ya feelin, sweetheart?” “M’okay.” You nodded, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his neck, seeking out his unique scent to ground you. You then basked in the feeling of having come down from what you think may be the best orgasm you’ve ever had. That was until you felt Clark’s weight settle into you—he was still hard.
A muffled, “Clark?” rang into his chest. “Yeah hun?” You shifted your hips into his, pressing into the weight lying atop your entrance. “You’re still hard,” pulling back you looked into his eyes, “wanna keep going.” His large hand brushed over your cheek as he lowered to press a kiss to your temple, “You sure about that?” His line of kisses led him right back to your mouth, simply hovering, waiting for a clear answer. With a slight nod of your head, eyes never leaving his, you whispered the magic word, “Yes.”
The sequence of events could be described as nothing outside of erotic. Clark fully undressed himself as he devoured you, your mouths ravishing one another, working in tandem to make sure you didn’t part. When his pants and boxers finally slid off, he settled onto your heat fully, moaning as he finally could feel you how he wanted, skin to skin, his cum from earlier mixing with your slick. His hips shifted back and forth, letting the tip of his head catch on your pretty, swollen clit in an effort to stimulate himself in a way that was driving you insane.
“Clarkkk, stop teasing,” you moaned against his lips. He smirks and can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle at how desperate you still were, even after he’s already overstimulated you for the night. “I’m comin’ baby,” kiss “promise.” After a few more moments of gathering your combined lubricants around himself, his head finally breached your walls. Clark now audibly moaning at the warm, wet welcome you offered him. You both inhaled a long gasp, and as he fully sheathed himself within you, exhaled brokenly, deliriously into the other’s mouth. “Fuck” “Fuck” you simultaneously express, eyes trained in on those opposite. Immediately Clark sets an even pace, massaging inside of you so perfectly he already had you clawing at his biceps and back. Your resounding moans like a siren song to him, the more they grew, the more he wanted to chase them. “Soo so good for me sweetheart. So tight and wet. Feel s’good on me.” “Ohh fuck, feels so—ugh! So good in me Clark! ‘M so—fuck, so full.” “I know hun, shh-hah, I know. Can feel her suckin’ me so tight.”
Clark’s hips began to shift from a steady grind into something more erratic, plunging into you with an earnest unlike before. He began to suck harsh marks onto your neck and decalitage, moving his arms from where they held him up at the sides of your head to hook under your thighs. He hiked them up over his shoulders and pressed his full weight into you, locking you in the meanest mating press. “Ah-ah-ahh, mmhah! F-fuck! Clark! I-ahh!” “Ohh fuck yeah, yeahh that’s it. There’s my sweet girl.” He drove into you so deeply you felt like he’d made it to your throat.
Sweat began to make him glisten under the low lighting of the room, outlining every dense muscle and curve of him, illuminating just how much of an Adonis he was. The features of his face shone so handsomely being imprinted with ecstasy. To him you were nothing short of art. Your eyes bleary with newly formed tears starting to fall, kiss swollen lips forming a perpetual pout that made his heart swell. Your supple breasts now spilled completely out of your bra, Clark’s tongue and hands finding them like a magnet. His senses were overwhelmed by the sweet smell and taste of you, the animalistic musk of your sweat mixing together making you even more intoxicating, your pretty moans and thundering heart the only sounds he could focus on. You were perfection. “It’s so fucking big! Ughh-mm, ah-hahh.” He could feel you climbing fast as he targeted your sweet spot with precise force, doubling down on his efforts when he felt you start to constrict and release him tighter and tighter. “Shh-shit baby, take it. ‘S all yours. Aaatta girl. Takin’ me so well, pretty girl.” The words of praise shot directly to your pussy, causing a new gush of slick to seep from you that left a creamy ring where you both connected. Clark, ever the observant lover, groaned at both the effect he had on you and the newfound ease at which he could fuck into you. “Ohhh gosh, fuck baby. Who’s got you this wet huh?” he implored as he drove into you even harder, ready to usher you both over the brink. You, barely able to hear him let alone respond, couldn’t do anything but let the sounds of your pleasure tumble out of you. He took your jaw in his hand, not intending to tease you this time, but to make sure he got exactly what he wanted when you came—your eyes on his and his name in your mouth. Always.
He gave a light tap to get your attention, and once he did, posited the question once more in a low, gruff tone, “Tell me who makes you this wet Y/N. Tell me who makes you cum like this. Want the neighbors to hear who makes you feel this good. Let ‘em know for me honey.” With his stormy eyes piercing into yours, you felt the crescendo of your peak engulf you, sputtering out as best as you could. “Y-You! It’s you, Clarkie, only you! Always you!” “Ugh fuck, make me feel so good. ‘S so fucking good—ahhngh love it! Love you! Love you so much baby.” Clark brought you into a wet kiss, full of clashing teeth and tongues when you finally answered him, loudly moaning into you now that he could finally let go. He snuck his hand down to glide across your beating button, the added stimulus causing you to gush out over him again, squirt splashing between you as he kept thrusting. “Fuckkk yes. Mmhm, make a mess on my cock baby. Gah-nghuhh fuck me. Give it all to me, Clarkie’s here. I’ve gotcha.” He pulls away to look at you, only to find you wide eyed, wet lashes already expectantly holding his gaze, bottom lip tugged beaten your teeth. Clark then let that very sight put him over the edge. “Gonna put my cum so deep in you. Mmmhgh, gonna make sure you don’t wear a skirt for days with how much of me you’ll drip. Have you feel me, just me. Deep inside you all goddamned week.” He pressed his forehead into yours, using his x-ray vision to watch as the ropes of cum pulsing out of him hit directly against your cervix, whimpering as he filled you you to the brim before it began to seep onto the bed.
He collapsed on his side, simultaneously pulling you along and then on top of him without letting your centers part, both of your chests heaving. His big arms cradled your spent form as you lay your tear streaked cheek onto his broad, damp chest. His hands caressing your thighs, ass, and back, squeezing here and there. The room smelled of sex and the underlying sweetness of scented candles lit previously in the day, both of you basking in the blissful silence.
After a few moments, Clark broke it. “Think you should model your shopping sprees more often.” He spoke into your hair. Pulling at the nape, until he tilted you to look at him, and leaned down to beset a tender kiss on your lips. Your chest still heaved when you held onto him as he did, “I bet you’d like that huh big guy?” You couldn’t help the tired smile that graced your features as you shared a look of enamore, completely smitten with each other. He cradled your face with both hands and met you halfway when you leaned up again to press a deep, open mouthed kiss to his swollen lips, the taste of you still lingering there. You broke it ever so slightly to whisper a “Thank you,” “for the whole day, not just this. I love you,” kiss “so” kiss “much.” Clark smiled into you as he did the same, lips still ghosting over yours as he responded, “Of course doll.” “I” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “even more.” The final brush of his mouth ghosting from your temple to the crown of your head. With that you resettle against him, conjoined and spent, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat as sleep takes you. The only thought on your mind being what on earth would happen when you got to show him the rest of your goodies.