hi! this has been on my mind for a while and I’ve yet to find a fic about it on here but could you write something for sub Clark? Specifically reader brings out her strap and Clark devours it. Reader sweet talks Clark but in a degrading way (ie: “oh you poor thing”, “look at you trembling all for me”, etc) basically reader manhandles the crap out of Clark and he LOVES IT.
Obv this is totally optional!! those were just suggestions that i could not get outta my head lol
yes GOD. for future reference, if you can’t find the nastiest subbiest fic abt any dc man, HIT MY LINE. i am CEO of submissive men incorporated.
cw ⋆ sub!clark, dom!reader, strap on, strap sucking, dubcon (if u squint?)
Clark had always been sort of submissive, not in a sexual way…per se, more in the way that it came naturally to him. You’d simply snap your fingers and there he was, doing whatever it was you needed or wanted. During arguments, you’d tell him he was wrong and he’d pout, sure, but he would always come crawling back, just like he is now, metaphorical bird in between his pretty teeth.
You were sat up in bed with a magazine, flipping through the pages indecisively. You weren’t even reading really, just flipping pages for the sake of it when he knocked his knuckle against the wood of the door, looking at you as his big body leaned against the frame. Hesitantly, and more so stubbornly, your eyes drew to his. He was still in his suit from work, though the oversized suit jacket was discarded during the argument. Your unwavering glare made his stomach flip—he’d never admit that, not yet at least. The relationship was still new after all. That’s not something you drop casually into dirty talk—hey, by the way, I like it when you accidentally bite my lip too hard, or when you tug my hair so hard while you’re coming that my head is yanked back—it wasn’t easy to say, nor was there ever a time for him to say it.
He drops his head of dark curls against the frame, “cmon,” he huffs like a kid. “Clark, I’m still pissed off at you,” the argument was about his latest fight with some evil genius, and he was beaten badly, yet even when you begged, even when you cried to him about letting it go, letting some other super human figure that shit out, he snuck out after consoling you. Unforgivable, that’s what you told him it was. He trudged forward then, “I had no other choice,” Clark weakly explains. You nearly point your nose in the air. He then drops to his knees by the bed side. This catches your attention—how could it not?
Your eyes fall to his big blue ones. “It’s my purpose, okay? If I don’t do any of it, if I sit back and watch these guys destroy what I love—what kind of man am I?” The sincerity in his tone makes your heart squirm. Realizing his point, though too stubborn to recede. Clark doesn’t need the verbal recognition of his proven point, the way you swing your legs over the bed side in front of him is enough. “You’d be a smart man,” you mutter, a big goofy grin spreading over his lips as he nods. “I never claimed to be that.” He laughs softly. Your hands slip into the front of his hair, toying with his curls you nod.
“You’re just a big dumb man.” You mutter in a whisper and he nods his head. A small smirk itching at the corners of his lips. What was that? Did he enjoy that? His hands fell to your waist, and soon to the curve of your hips that connects to your thighs. He hums deeply, a growl of some sort as your hands rake through his curls. His head rests right against your upper knee. And he looks up at you gently, kissing the inside of your wrist. “Clark,” you whisper gently and he holds his eye contact with you, a gentle way of saying: I’m listening. “How are you gonna make this up to me?” You sigh dramatically, faking a soft thoughtful expression.
A moment, then a soft twitch of his lips. He’s smiling. “I could think of a few ways.” He murmurs, letting his lips fall to the soft bare skin of your knee. You watch as he does the ritual; kissing your knees until his lips reach the sensitive parts of your thighs, in which your thighs naturally spread for him. Just as he looks between your thighs as if he’s a man starved, you grip the roots of his hair. His pupils blow wide like he’s on some feel-good drug. His lips parted, cheeks flushed. “You can’t make me come so hard that I forget what you did.” You state, and his brows furrow. His lips start to move to say why? As if he truly couldn’t comprehend how that might not work.
“Actions have repercussions.” You whisper and his confusing settles to a simmer. He has an idea of your intentions, but god, best not get the man’s hopes up. “Like what?” It comes out so soft you’d think he didn’t even say it if you weren’t already staring at his baby pink lips. You slid back from his grasp, releasing his hair as you climb backward further onto the bed.
His lips part as he watches you, he begins to move closer but your foot stops him right in the sternum. “Uh-uh.” You click your tongue. His eyes grow hazy while yours grow dark. “Watch me,” you whisper lowly as you undo the ribbon of your robe. It falls down your shoulders and lays loose against your skin. “Sweetheart,” Clark mutters like you’re being ridiculous. Your hands run down your neck, over your breasts as you pinch and squeeze at your nipples, sighing softly. His brows knit together. Slowly, your hands trail down your stomach, the muscles moving under the skin, and finally, your fingers reach your cunt. Gently, you spread yourself open, fingers running over your clit just enough to toss your head back. “Fuck,” you whisper and Clark’s lips part even further.
“Christ,” he hisses under his breath. Just before your fingers dip into your entrance, you look up at him. “Take your clothes off.” You order him and like a mindless whore, he just does it. His big hands working at his buttons frantically. His cock is dripping, and he doesn’t even reach to relieve himself. One finger slips in and you’re arching your back. “Wrap your hand around the base of your cock,” you whisper. He nods, obeying. He whimpers softly. “Don’t move your hand.” You mutter. Second finger, your mouth agape as your moan softly now. A soft whine leaving his lips.
This was getting fun. You’d never seen him like this, I mean, sure, you’ve pictured it. Pictured him writhing in front of you, begging you to let him come. But Christ, seeing him—even if he wasn’t there quite yet—like this was enough to make your orgasm feel impossibly close. “Please,” he whispered as you curled your fingers inside of yourself, and it was barely audible, his voice. You moan, looking at him hazily. Your knees clap together as you sit up on your elbow, “please what?” You pant softly as your fingers slip deeper into you. “Let me touch you.” He practically cries. Sitting up even taller, you can see his swollen cock crying for you.
“You poor thing,” you murmur as your fingers slip out, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, in front of him. You grab his jaw with your other hand, his eyes widening. “You know what would make me feel real good, Clark?” You whisper gently, almost sweetly. He looks up at you, pleading for the answer. Your wet fingers toy with his bottom lip before his mouth parts instinctively. His mouth takes your fingers like he’s taken them many times before. Hollowing his cheeks around your fingers. You slip your two fingers deeper into his mouth—just testing the waters. Clark moans around your finger tips. Your brows knit together at the unbearable desire bubbling in your lower belly. “I want you to suck me off.” You whisper.
Before Clark can stop it, a guttural moan comes out around your fingers as you pull your fingers out. Spit connects and drips between the two of you. “Suck you off?” His cheeks flushed, his lips swollen and pink. Your head nods as you open your side drawer. The blue dildo comes out first, and his mouth waters at the sight. His eyes watching your hands carefully as you pull out the leather straps. “Christ,” he mutters and you stand up in front of him, slipping the straps on, and putting the dildo in its proper place.
From his knees, Clark looks up at you like you might be Jesus himself. “You think you can take me?” I murmur, brushing some wayward curls from his face. Without a second thought, Clark nods frantically. “Yeah?” You huff, your fingers tightening in his hair, tilting his head back. A soft moan falls from his lips. “God, look at you, you’re trembling.” You murmur slowly. His cheeks get all red. “You look like you’re practically begging for my cock, baby.” You hum. He looks humiliated, and that was only egging him on as his cock throbbed in his own hand. “Fucking Christ,” he whimpers. You’d never heard him like this. He sounds like he’s in pain. Unendurable pain. His face even looks pained; his brows knitted together, his lips parted, eyes nearly pleading for it.
A cocky grin on your lips, “how pathetic do you have to be to enjoy this?” You mutter. His ears ringing pink. He starts to respond but before he can, with a rough grip, you bring his lips to the tip of your silicone cock. A whine around the tip as you sink in before he has time to even think. A hiss falls from your lips as if he’s really taking you in his mouth. “That’s it,” you murmur, nodding your head slowly, watching the pink of the silicon disappear past his lips. “Taking me so well, just like I knew you would, you’ve taken someone’s cock before, haven’t you?” With that comment, his eyes flutter shut and he whimpers around it. “Just like this, huh? Taking me so damn well,” you push your hips forward, feeling his throat stretch around you as he gags gently, his hand falling to your hip as he looks up at you.
Clark starts to bop his head before you do it for him. He’s moaning around your silicone cock like a whore in a porno. It feels sacrilegious. Your cheeks flush. “Fuckin slut, wanted this so bad, didn’t you?” You murmur and his hips jut up without much thought. “Wanted to take my cock for so long,” you add as he nods frantically. His eyes start brimming with tears as he goes white knuckle o around his cock. You thrust your hips roughly, hitting the back of Clark’s throat with no mercy. He whines around you, “you like that, hm? You like it when I fuck your throat like that?” He nods as his hips start to grind against nothing.
You start to pull your hips back, lines of spit connecting your tip to his lips—“More- please, hurt me.” Clark pants before you sink back into him roughly. He moans, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hip. His eyes tear up as he looks up at you. He nods, blinking away the tears. You fuck his throat roughly, large and hard thrusts. He chokes a few times, watching you pull it out briefly just for him to pant, tell you he deserves it.
As you pull away this time, his lips chase your cock. A swift smack to his cheek has him whimpering, his hand leaving your hip to console the burn. “Jeez,” he winces. You glance down at his throbbing cock, and you almost feel bad. Clark looks up at you, looking absolutely erotic. His hair a mess, his eyes wet, his lips pink and swollen, spit dropping down his chin. “You’re a picture of erotica.” You murmur and he smiles lazily. “Let me cum,” he pants through the cocky grin. “I’ve been so good for you,” he whispers in a pleading voice. “I’ve been a good boy.” He murmurs as his head drops in premature defeat.
With a rough grab of his hair, you pull him close, lips crashing against each other, teeth clashing. Clark moans into your lips, and you nod, guiding him to the bed. Your hands grip his hips, spinning him around till his ass is up towards you. “You wanna cum?” You whisper, bending over him. Your silicone cock resting on his lower back, the muscles in his bag back tensing and relaxing as you whisper. “Please,” he pants and you nod slowly, pressing a kiss into his shoulder blade.
You align yourself with his hole before sinking into him, your hips bottoming out against his ass as Clark grips the bedsheets. “Holy shit,” he pants. You nod with a lazy smile, your hands grip his hips. “Christ you’re taking me so perfectly, fuckin made for me.” You grit as you start to thrust your hips up into him roughly. He’s whimpering like a little bitch the second you start moving. Practically crying into the bed. “Poor thing, feels too good.” You murmur, and he nods frantically into sheets. His hips move with each of your thrusts, his swollen cock grinding against the bed.
Just a few thrusts in and he’s pleading with you. “Stop, please,” Clark pants. “It’s too much,” he cries. You grin softly, “you can take it.” You answer with a sharper thrust. He cries again, “I can’t, I can’t. Stop it, please.” He’s begging now, but you thrust upwards, yanking his hips with ease so that he’s arching just for you. His leg hikes up on the bed and you fuck into him roughly. You can tell when you hit that spot inside of him cause he shakes, his mouth falling open as he drools on himself. “Gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum so hard- fuck, please,” he whimpers in a shaky voice as you watch his cock twitch before the warm white spills out onto the bedsheet. “There we go, just like that, good boy, mhm,” you egg him on.
Clark murmurs thank you’s into the bed while he helplessly grinds against the bed.
don’t be afraid to get nasty in my asks, pls for the love of god, give me the worst you’ve got. also, if ur looking for dom character x sub reader, find someone else. this is not the place for you. LOL :p xx, roni
