clark is so sweet and kind, i neeeeed to corrupt him
idk just reader loving that clark is a little more innocent and inexperienced when it comes to kinks and introducing him in the best ways
four times clark’s corrupted
CK x fem!reader
summary: you realized your sweet little kansas boy is very vanilla and decide to do something about it
CW: MDNI 18+ (i’m so fr on this one it’s EXPLICIT), dom!reader, public sex, spit kink, lingerie, handjobs, blowjobs, multiple male orgasms, coming dry, overstimulation, begging, breast job (?), crying during sex, clark blushes an excessive amount in this, bondage, handcuffs, under negotiated kink, p in v sex, mentions of cunnilingus, aftercare, praise kink
1. getting him off in public
this is the first time clark’s been in the women’s bathroom since he was 4 years old. as you tug him inside he slaps a big hand over his eyes, “sweetheart, this is the women’s,” the bits of his cheeks you can still see are rosy. you turn the lock on the door and pull clark’s hand down, “no one’s in here but us, honey,” you don’t mean to giggle but he’s just so damn cute when he’s flustered.
you’d shown up at the daily planet right as everyone but clark and jimmy were leaving for the day, the two of them staying to finish respective articles. (jimmy maybe staying to avoid his mom and eve fussing over him for the second night in a row.) clark got a little flash of lacy lingerie under your dress and started fumbling over his words in front of jimmy - who would certainly make fun of him for at least a week about it. you had loosened clark’s tie a little and told him “you’re working too hard, baby” before dragging him toward the exit.
a slight detour is how you ended up in the women’s restroom on the second floor of the daily planet building. clark’s pants end up around his ankles, his briefcase set gently beside the sink. you end up with your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking at a teasing pace.
“o-oh,” clark moans in surprise, “i’ve never done- gosh- something like this before.”
“your pretty cock got hard just from a little peek at my panties, can’t have you all pent up the whole way home,” you take your hand off his length and raise it, palm up, to clark’s mouth, “spit,” you request.
clark hesitates for a moment before spitting into your open palm. “good boy,” you praise, getting your hand back around him, stroking faster now that you have a little less friction to contend with.
clark’s forehead drops to your shoulders, making his usually overwhelming frame much smaller. he cradles your hips in his hands as you work your hand over his cock. he’s making sweet little noises right into your ear, spurring you on.
“i’m- good gosh- so- oh- can i come?” clark stutters over his words as his hips stutter trying to keep himself contained.
“come for me, sweet boy,” you murmur into his ear and he does, thick ropes of cum coating his cock and your hand.
clark’s trying to kiss you and get your dress off before your hand has even left the scene of the crime. you stop him with your clean hand on his chest, “nope, my love, that was all for you.”
clark looks uncomfortable, always the giver, but nods. he’s polite as he gets you and himself cleaned up, thanking you for making him feel so good.
maybe it’s time to introduce clark to a few more things that are for him - and perhaps corrupt him a little along the way.
2. tit fucking
a few nights later, clark’s laid out on your bed - rather worked up from a sloppy blowjob. you had stopped him before he came, citing you “had something new to try”. clark gave you that hesitant look he always gave you when you told him you had something new in mind. he would enthusiastically have missionary sex for the rest of his life and never know the difference if you didn’t introduce him to some of these things - a lot of which he ended up loving, like blowjobs.
a shaky hand brushes your hair back from your face, “please let me get in you, baby,” clark begs. god, he’s so pretty when he begs. you shake your head, “i have other ideas.” you dig in your nightstand drawer for a moment, coming back with a small bottle of lube.
clark’s eyes go wide and he shifts a little, “i-,” he starts. “not for what you think,” you giggle at the relief on his face. “i’m not saying i’m opposed i’m just.. not tonight,” his face is a pretty shade of pink again.
you dribble a little lube on clark’s cock then smooth a little between your tits. clark’s eyes go wider than before, “golly,” he breathes.
you press one breast on either side of clark’s cock then smirk at him, “fuck me, baby.”
clark starts to thrust his hips up, pushing his cock in and out of the tight space your tits have made.
he comes faster than you could’ve imagined, warm cum spurting over your face and chest. it takes clark a minute to come down from his high, somehow needing to catch his breath - superpowers be damned.
he’s a gentleman, always, so he gets the two of you cleaned up and for once, allows you to hold him.
ten minutes into the cuddle he begs to eat you out, but that’s beside the point.
3. overstimulation
“clark, i have something else i wanna try with you that i think you’ll really like, but i have to talk to you about it,” you’re sitting on the couch, novel open, while clark finishes up the dishes from dinner. he comes out of the kitchen - looking the most adorable he’s ever been in yellow kitchen gloves, drying a plate.
you smile softly at him over the top of your book, “sorry, honey, finish what you were doing then we’ll talk,” you shoo him back to the kitchen with a hand motion.
after a couple of minutes, clark emerges - gloveless. he plops down beside you on the couch, pulling your feet into his lap. he starts to massage them gently as you speak, “so, i want to try to make you come dry.”
clark chokes on air and starts coughing. he leans to the coffee table and takes a sip of his water left over from dinner.
when he’s regained his composure he asks, “is that possible?”
you nod, “mhm,” you hum, “just takes 3 or 4 orgasms back to back.”
clark blinks at you like you’ve just unlocked a whole new universe, “back to back as in no downtime?” he questions.
“yes, baby, the downtime makes the fluid,” you’re absolutely beaming at him because he’s starting to get hard under your heel. you press down just a bit so he knows you know he’s getting turned on.
“can we try now?” clark asks, pupils blown wide as he stares at you.
“go get naked and lay on the bed.”
clark gets up so fast he hits his knee on the coffee table and just keeps heading toward the bedroom.
you’re gonna ruin him.
you wait a few minutes before heading to the bedroom where clark is lying against the pillows, completely naked except for his white socks - yes, he ironed them that morning.
his cock is hard against his lower belly, precum leaving a trail on the little layer of fat there.
“you look so pretty, baby,” you lean down to kiss him, holding his jaw in your hand a little harder than usual, “you want my mouth or hand first?”
clark bites his lip, really considering, “mouth,” he decides.
you pull back from him to get started, but clark grips your wrist to keep you close, “i- i’m nervous. could i kiss you some before we start?”
“god, clark, of course you can,” you reply, “and you know to say the safe word if you wanna stop. anytime, baby, we never have to keep going if you don’t like it.”
kisses are exchanged, starting out sweet and soft then turning wet and leading a few moans to crawl up your throat. clark uses your arousal against you to get you naked.
however, when his hand moves south, you make your way down his body to get your mouth where it belongs.
“come whenever you feel it, don’t hold back,” you remind him. he nods, fisting the sheets in his hands.
finally, you lick a stripe up his cock from base to tip. you start to suck the tip gently, swirling your tongue around it. clark’s letting out gorgeous moans and words as close to swears as he’s willing to get.
by the time you work his cock most of the way down your throat, clark’s coming, trying hard not to buck his hips up off the bed. you swallow around him, but don’t stop even when he starts to let out little whines and whimpers. you keep bobbing your head.
“fu- uh… ohhh,” clark whines, dancing even closer to using a “bad” word.
you glance up at him - he’s flushed all the way down his chest, eyes locked on you, and sheets balled up in his fists at his sides so tight you think they might rip.
his eyes are already glassy. you don’t care. you keep sucking his cock like it’s your job until he’s coming down your throat again.
you pull off completely, but start stroking clark’s cock with quick pumps of your hand, “gonna come for me again, my good boy?” you ask, your voice fucked out.
unable to form a real word, clark just tips his head back and starts to fuck up into your fist. you gasp softly at him chasing a third orgasm despite the overstimulation. “fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” you praise him over and over, letting him thrust into your hand until he’s coming all over it. the orgasm looks weak, just a little spurt of cum leaks out of the tip of clark’s overworked cock.
“can you do one more, my love?” you ask, stilling your hand. clark nods, shamelessly staring at your chest.
“need to look at me?” you tease gently, sitting up a little so he can really see your body. the moment clark gets your body in full view he starts rutting against your hand again. tears pool in the corner of his eyes and he lets out a broken moan.
the tears slide down clark’s face as he finally comes completely dry, letting out a sob.
you immediately jump into aftercare mode - kissing him, praising him, cleaning him up with a soft, warm rag. you fetch him water and his favorite protein bar. you hold him until he’s able to hold himself up again.
“can we do that again sometime?” clark asks, blushing again, letting you see his tear stains in full view. you nod, “of course, sweet boy, love making you feel good.” he curls himself into your body, snaking his arms around you to hold you, resting his head on your chest.
4. bondage
handcuffs dangle from your fingertip as you smirk at clark in your bedroom doorway a few weeks after you made him come dry.
he’s laid out on the bed again, that cute confused crinkle pressed into the space between his brows, “honey i don’t wanna ruin the fun but i could break those - easily.”
heat pools in your lower belly as you think about clark breaking out of the cuffs to touch you. you push the thought out of your mind - not the mission right now.
“but you won’t, will you, baby?” you rake your eyes over his long, muscular body, taking in every inch of skin before meeting his gaze again, “you’re gonna be a good boy and let me use that pretty cock and not touch.”
a shaky breath escapes clark and he nods, holding out his wrists to get cuffed.
you feel more heat pool at his willingness. you walk over to him and lock the cuffs on one wrist then the other.
“now be good and keep your hands to yourself,” you instruct. you step away from him to peel your panties down your legs slowly - the last piece of clothing left from your earlier make out. you feel clark’s eyes on you.
the bed dips a bit under your knee as you go to straddle clark. he’s already trying to touch you so you take the chain between the cuffs in your hand and pin his wrists to the headboard.
“thought you were gonna be a good boy, clark?” you roll your hips down, dragging his hard cock through your folds but not letting him inside you.
“y-yeah,” clark’s breath catches in his throat, “gonna be a good boy.”
“don’t come until i finish, deal?” you raise your brows at him and he nods in acknowledgment.
you roll your hips again, the head of clark’s cock catching your clit just right. he lets out a strangled moan while you gasp and grind down again, using the head of his cock for your own pleasure.
this goes on for a few minutes, your slow grind - clark getting increasingly desperate to touch you, get his cock in you, do something other than lie there and let you use him as a toy.
something in clark snaps, he effortlessly pulls the handcuffs apart and gets his hands on your waist, manhandling you to get you on your back, one leg pushed up by your chest.
“need you,” he almost growls, pushing his length inside you in one motion. he starts to thrust fast and hard, a bruising grip on your hips, keeping your leg up to get as deep as he can, “need to fill you up, haven’t been in you in so long, need you so bad. don’t care if i’m not a good boy.”
you clench around him at his words, letting out a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before as clark pounds into you.
“feel you squeezing me, baby, come on. come for me. come on my cock,” clark’s got his face pressed into your neck as he brings a hand down to circle your clit. the cold metal of the broken handcuff brushing your skin is what sends you over the edge. clark’s hurtling over that same edge as soon as he feels you finish around him.
he pulls out carefully and catches you staring at him in awe. his usual blush creeps back onto his cheeks, “what?” he asks.
“such a bad boy, clark, needed to fuck me so bad you broke out of metal handcuffs i bought online? they’re not even the cheap novelty ones, they’re built for the police,” you chastise him but you can’t wipe the smile off your face.
clark gently gets you cleaned up before you pull him back into bed with you and unlock the cuffs still hanging on his wrists. you set them aside on your nightstand before cuddling into clark’s side.
“was that okay?” he whispers.
“fuck, yes, baby. gonna have to pick up a second job just to pay for handcuffs,” you kiss his cheek and close your eyes, falling asleep easily.
A/N: whoops! that got excessive. if you wish for me to expand on any of these or think of any other kinks you think this reader and clark should try put it in my ask box! thanks to this anon for the inspiration.
