we aren't in kansas anymore...
first time sex with boyfriend!clark, inspired by the bed breaking scene in twilight.
no use of y/n
warnings: MDNI, smut, protected p!v sexual intercourse, mating press (can't stop wont stop), soft smut, planned first time sex, bed breaking, clark's accidental immobilization of reader,, rough sex, overall awkwardness.
pairing: long-term boyfriend!clark x girlfriend!reader
summary: you'd been officially dating clark kent since the senior formal at smallville high, but you've been inlove with him since you found out what love was. after countless trials and tribulations, targeted attacks due to your boyfriends... extraterrestrial abilites, you are finally going to fuck your beautiful boyfriend!
You can't recall a time in your life where you had sweat this much. The baby hairs on your forehead feel like they've been merged to the soft skin of your forehead like glue.
With your heartbeat going a thousand miles a minute, you are almost a hundred percent sure that if you glanced down at your chest, you would be able to physically see your beloved organ thumping in and out of your skin like a cartoon.
Soft groans leave your lips as you continue your mental and physical exertion. You glance over your apartment for the umpteenth time tonight, the soft glow or ten or so candles illuminating your space.
You take a deep breath in, the warm and comforting scent of vanilla and lemon drift through the air, tickling your senses. But having no amenity to your shaky nerves and sweaty palms.
It was meant to make the scene romantic, calming, so far it was doing an absolutely terrible job.
Off reflex, your eyes shift to the dusted-circular vintage styled clock that rests just above the crinkled cream paint of your wall.
The time 8:27 registers in your mind as you squint to read it, your mind recognizes that your boyfriend should grace the frame of your front door any minute now.
Almost as if on key, the familiar sound turning and clicking of the metal keyhole, bounces off the drywall of your living room. This is what you’ve been waiting for.
He’s home.
You watch as the door shoots open, all 6 feet and 4 inches of your beloved corn-fed farmalien farmboy stand in your shared doorway.
He stands and stares at you, hand still on his key in the door, as his eyes slowly register your figure in front of him.
As you stand in the middle of your living room, all shaved, and lathered in your favourite body oils and lotions, wearing the nightgown you had bought as a gag. The thin midnight blue colored silk, sit gracefully on your skin.
The now well-known sign for hope, placed just above your right breast.
Your nipples peak through the material in excitement of the anticipated events of tonight.
He only ever bought you the nightgown because it felt like a little joke between you too. But now, as he stands in the door way, frozen at the sight of you, accidentally squeezing the key in his hand into nothing but a metal rod with his bare hands, he curses himself. He curses the version of himself that just so happened to wander into the mall on an extra long lunch break. The version of himself who caught the familiar crest out of the corner of his eye and thought,
“Huh… maybe she’d like this.”
Because if it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t be standing in front of you, slack jawed, like an idiot. With a raging hard on at the sight of you.
Your eyes drift away from his shocked facial expression, down to the crushed key in his bare hand, then lower, to the ever so prominent bulge in his khaki colored “reporter pants.”
Your audible “gulp” is what breaks the silence between the two of you, for you at least. Clark heard your wet heat slide against the matching blue lace panties you chose to wear, when you glanced down at his pants.
He had never heard something so profound before, he didn’t even know he could do that. He decides to make a mental note for later, to focus on the sound of his co-
“Y-yeah?” He tries, his voice coming out to quiet on his first attempt, obviously because of you.
You shift on your feet before addressing him again, taking just a moment to push down the thoughts of fear that swarmed in your mind like a heavy blizzard.
“Are you gonna come inside or just stand there?” you say the words carefully, a quiet fear festers deep in your mind that he might superspeed away the next time you blink.
“Ah- yes, yeah im, yeah of course”
He takes a moment before responding, then shakes his head at himself once he realizes how silly he must look right now.
This isn't like the two of you.
Well it is like him to be skittish and awkward but it's not like you. You too had a cycle, he would be his normal awkward clumsy farm raised self, and you’d tease him for it.
You wish that you could find it in yourself to crack this sexual tension with a joke. But everytime you try to will your mind towards forming an actual thought, your eyes drfit back down to your Clarks… area. Leaving you speechless.
You had seen it before, of course you had. Like just last week when an artificially intelligent supervillain beat Clark half way into the ground, just when the sun set.
You can still feel the void of fear that burrowed in your heart at the sight of your superman, bleeding into your new cream colored carpet. And of course you had seen it when the lust eventually overtook the both of you, encouraging you to parktake in… other things.
Not sex though, never sex. Until tonight that is.
You slowly moved towards your boyfriend until your chests were touching, and you could feel his rock hard chest against your peaked breasts. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you crane you head up a little, to gaze into those deep blue eyes of his. The only thing that has succeeded for the past something-teen years, in consistently calming your nerves.
You’d always found comfort in Clark. The hint of fresh wheat, layered under a sea of cedarwood sent that had followed him around since primary school. Or the way his eyes bored into yours now, like it looked hard enough, he could see into your mind and reveal what thoughts bubbled in your head.
Taking a deep breath in, you feel the calm that you only ever feel with him. Whether they were calming you before your first fourth grade clarinet assembly, or breathing air into your lungs before you propose your next wild story to your boss. Whatever it was, you would be fine, because you had Clark, your Clark.
“Are you still sure about this? Because I'm not sure I know how to control my powers during uh, I could hurt you.” He speaks in the same tone you spoke to him in earlier, like he’s scared he’ll scare you away. Your thighs subconsciously clench at the thought of being able to make Clark feel so good, he’s unable to control himself.
Now it's your turn to calm him down.
“Clark?”
He sighs before replying, feeling his fears now more than ever. “Yeah?”
“We’ll be fine, you won't hurt me. We've dealt with worse than this.” You joke, feeling his tightly wound muscles release some tension under your soft fingertips.
Clark brings his hand up under your chin, tilting it up towards him at the same he just barely leans over to connect your lips.
You sigh into him, the taste of coffee and a a Clark Kent flood your senses as the two of you try to remove each other's clothes, without disconnecting from each other.
Your mind feels like mush by the time you feel him back you up into the wall, kissing you deeper now, both of his large hands gracing the sides of your jaw.
By the time you blindly stumble into your bedroom, knocking over several items on your way, you are finally out of air. Pulling your face away from Clarks, to pull as much air into your lungs as possible, you give his face a look over again. His lips are flushed with a pinky tint that bleeds into his neck, an effect tended to have on him whenever you kiss like this.
Clark takes this break as an opportunity to set you down horizontally on your shared bed, impatiently ripping the buttons off his shirt in order to remove it before moving to connect your lips again.
He glides his tongue along your bottom lip, silently asking for access which you grant him by opening your mouth a little wider.
He trails his mouth away from yours, planting messy, lusted kisses to the right corner of your mouth. He continues to travel, his mouth finding the sharp edge of your jaw, before moving over to the side of your neck, just beneath your ear.
Kissing and sucking repeatedly, with your mouth free of his, you moan and whimper into the open space of your bedroom.
The sounds encourage him to grind his clothed bulge over your pulsing, lace covered heat. He groans into the soft skin of your neck, the sensation feeling too good to withhold himself.
Forcing himself to pry his lips off of your neck, he lowers himself down to your lower body. Grabbing a hold of the flimsy fabric, pushing it up to your upper thighs, to reveal your matching underwear. He lets out a sound that is dangerously close to a whimper at the sight of you. Making you eager to see his face. When you drag yourself up to your elbows, giving you a good view of him, you carefully track his movements.
Watching as he hooks a thumb around the lacy fabric, the feeling of his finger against your sensitive skin causing you to shiver, he drags it down your freshly shaved legs.
The sight of your bare cunt rendered his thoughts void. Forgetting what he was here to do, brings his hands to either side, and uses his thumbs to stretch your lower lips. The action gives him a clear view of you, he lets out a sigh of admiration.
Bringing his head closer, he plants a soft kiss against your aching bud, before licking a stripe down your middle, collecting your liquids in the process.
“C-Clark!” his action calls you to call out.
You watch as he brings his face away from you to meet your gaze.
“I’ve waited long enough! take your pants off please” You dont even recognise your tone as the words fly out of your mouth.
Lightly chuckling to himself, Clark leans off of you and begins to lower his own pants.
You take the time to pull the nightgown completely over your head, leaving you completely naked. By the time you had undressed your self, clark had aswell.
Okay, here we go, this is happening, you think to yourself, eyes trained on the length that sprang against your boyfriend's stomach upon release.
You watch him roll the condom over the glistening tip, realizing you hadn’t even noticed him pick up a condom, let alone open one.
Both of his large arms brace his body on the sides of your head, leaning down close enough for his dick to skim along your inner thigh. Your hips squirm at the action, Clark brings a hand from the side of your head and uses it to line his tip up with your entrance.
“Can- hm, Can I?” He asks, tone stumbling as he tries to get the words out.
Unable to speak, you nod quickly as a reply, eyes focused on the crinkle that forms when he draws his eyebrows together in seriousness.
You feel the stretch before anything else, the feeling causing you to wince. Upon hearing your discomfort, Clark stops immediately, dragging his gaze away from where you are connected and up to your eyes.
“Does that hurt? Should I stop?” His worried tone matching his equally worried expression as he speaks to you.
“No don’t, don’t stop” You squirm at the odd sensation, unsure as to why you feel like you need him to keep going, if the action was causing you pain.
Listening to you, he continues to push deeper inside of you, until the majority of his cock is buried in your warmth. The connection causes a strangled noise to leave both of you in synchronization.
“I’m gonna move now, is- are you-“
“Yeah, yes, please start moving baby” The words leave your mouth in a strangled plea and Clark obliges. Beginning to set a steady pace of moving his abnormally long length, in and out of you.
The once painful sensation quickly shifts into a pleasurable one. In response to this, your body squeezes Clark impossibly deeper inside of you.
Bringing his mouth up to kiss yours, Clark is interrupted by a moan that leaves him without his permission, the combined feelings overwhelming him.
“Fuckkk” He moans into your open mouth, burying his head in your neck as his thrust increases in pace.
Clark halts his movements, shifting the two of you into a new position. Before you can question, your knees are up to your chest and he is buried even deeper in you.
The new feeling causes you to moan loudly into his ear, with his cock moving in and out of you at an even faster rate and his base grinding against your sensitive bud, the combined sensations render your thoughts useless.
“you’re, really tight hnghh g-gosh…” he moans deeply into your skin
You couldn’t do anything if you wanted to. You've lost most feeling in your legs, because of his sheer body weight repeatedly crushing into you. Hitting so deep inside you, leaving you unable to form a sentence.
Shifting again, Clark grips the wooden pole bedframe, an attempt to stabilize himself. In his efforts, the bed crumbles on top of the both of you. Even then, his pace doesn’t let up for a second, just shifts. His large muscular frame protects you from debris, while also trapping you under his mercy.
“I- Shit, something- fuck somethings happening. I can’t” his tone worried once again, but his movements show no signs of stopping.
“it’s o-okay, you can come, I… I think i’m close too” You cut yourself off with a loud, pornographic moan, something you were sure you’d be embarrassed about if you could think right now.
Clark realizes that you don’t understand, and he isn’t sure how to tell you about the recognizable heat that is building behind his eyes as his climax approaches. He knows it’s coming, and he knows he should stop. He’ll, he should’ve stopped when the bed came down on both of you, but he can’t”
Pumping into you over and over, hitting that same spot inside you that makes you cry out, you feel yourself bubble over the edge. Crying out as you reach your climax, dragging Clark along with you.
Only this time is different, he’s never felt it like this. His heat vision continues to approach with his release, involuntarily shooting out his eyes as he releases his load into you. His hand shoots up to cover the flame releasing from him, vision obscured with a red heat haze and his hand, his heat vision flashing into his hand for the entire duration of his high.
He whimpers and groans in both pleasure and pain, just barely managing to shield you from the heat of his eyes. After his peak, he squeezes his eyes back shut, bringing both his pain and pleasure to a halt.
Both of you breathe heavily into the other, in disbelief of the events that just occurred. Not exactly how you had imagined it but you still wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Did… did you just?” Your broken voice breaks the silence first.
Clark remains frozen, mortification from his lack of control and the fear of hurting you flood back into his mind as the sex haze over his mind lifts.
On instinct, he raises himself off of you, too quickly. The speed of which he removes himself from you causes a whimper to leave your lips, another thing he curses himself for.
“I am so sorry baby, I don’t, I didn’t even-“ He speaks hurriedly as he rolls the condom off of himself and throws it in the trash. You curl into yourself, weirdly unable to move your legs.
You groaned in response to his apology, you had meant to tell him that what had just happened was the best experience of your life but, unfortunately you couldn’t form that sentence.
Ever so carefully, he brings his hands underneath your knees and neck, slowly lifting you from the broken mess that used to be your bed. Nuzzling into his strong naked shoulder, you blink, and you're in your bathroom.
Dimly lit by candles you had set earlier, you wince as he sets you down on the side of your tub wall, the cold metal feeling uncomfortable on your sticky thighs.
“Clark..” you speak slowly
“Yeah baby?” he over at you from where his head is poked under your bathroom sink, gathering materials to clean you up.
“I cant even move my legs right now” You say with an undertone of amusement in your voice.
The two of you erupt in a soft fit of giggles as you both glance back into your bedroom, the room completely wrecked. Clark moves over to you, kneeling in between your thighs, resting both his hands on opposite sides of your knees.
“Okay seriously, did I hurt you?” He says, doing that thing he always does, looking through your eyes into your thoughts.
“Clark, that was…” you trail off, recapping the events of the night. Leaving your boyfriend in nervous anticipation. “It was?” he asks shakily, in fear that you’ll finally decide dating an alien is too weird for you.
“Fucking amazing, Clark.” You say with a soft laugh.
The corner of his lips tilt up in that familiar dorky little smile that you know so well. “Always so crude…” he says to himself, slowly beginning to clean the liquids off your inner thighs.
Dating Clark isn’t perfect, and it never will be. But you know two things for sure. Number one, is that Clark Kent, Kal-el, Superman, whoever he is… Is your forever.
The second thing you know for sure is, you definitely won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
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