I love that Jimmy Olsen is exactly the type of photographer Peter Parker pretends to be. Just bat-shit insane.
Whenever someone asks Peter how he took a picture he's like "Oh! I uh-, climmed a flagpole. Totally"
And very mortal, normal-human Jimmy is like "See, Clark, is not that weird"
I mean, look at this nutjob.
The world could be ending, lava on the streets and Jimmy would be out there photographing away. No powers, no sense of self preservation. Just khakis, a camera and a dream.
I like to imagine Peter meeting Jimmy and immediately being mortified about it.
Jimmy: –and so luckily I was able to take the picture before the building collapsed on me... Superman was super pissed at me but, photographer to photographer, it was totally worth it.
Peter: Right, no– See, this is actually my first time hearing how fucking insane that sounds. No wonder people at work look at me weird.
Summary - Returning to Smallville after years away, you expect to find the same awkward farm boy who was once your best friend. What you don't expect is realizing somewhere along the way, Clark Kent got… really hot.
Warnings - Smut (Unprotected PIV, praise kink kinda, perv!reader, hyperspermia), Bulky farm boy Clark, fem!reader, a lil oblivious!Clark, pre-Superman | WC: 4.3k!
A/N: Thank you, everybody, for all the support. My other hcs are blowing up, and I'm so so grateful. I'm like two followers away from 200, and I want to write something special, so give me any ideas or requests! Roommate!Clark full fic coming soon, enjoy, I used lots of the Birthright comic book while writing this! <3
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Back in the day in the little town of Smallville, nothing but childish games, laughter, and running through the fields during summer mattered. When you visited your aunt’s house for the summer, befriending the shy little boy across the way, who always offered you his coolest toys and helped you climb trees. Back then, nothing could break the inseparable bond you both had, despite not seeing each other for months at a time.
Every time he knew you were coming back to Smallville, Ma Kent helped him put together a little bouquet for you. He’d jog—or maybe dash like a blur—over to your aunt's home. He’d say hi to the old border collie, whose fur around the eyes was only getting grayer and grayer by the day. Then, he knocked on the front door, holding the pretty flowers to his chest hopefully. His advanced eyes would focus on the pollen-filled air as he gave a big smile, his front tooth missing and big blue eyes eager to play. When your aunt answered the door, she grinned. “What do I owe you for this pleasure?” she asked, a warm laugh bubbling from her chest as she stepped aside to let him in. “Is she here? Can she play?” Clark asked excitedly, holding the flowers out to your aunt. “I brought these for her; Ma helped me make them!” Your aunt's heart melted at this eager little boy, giving him a nod. “In her room.”
The summer stayed like that. Where you’d sneak into his room after you’d been strictly told not to, making shadow puppets with a flashlight; sometimes he’d even bring you on a small fly. Of course you knew about his powers; you were his best friend. His favorite friend. You’d cling to his back as he flew into the trees, listening to you giggle as the birds scattered away from their perches.
At least, summer stayed like that until you both hit freshman year of high school, when you moved away from Kansas to a bigger city with more opportunities. No more 3-hour car rides down to the farm. It was the end of a lifelong era. Saying goodbye to everything you’d ever known, Kansas was a big difference compared to Metropolis. Everything there was frozen in time—at least in your mind. Clark would still be the same scrawny kid, with big blue eyes and nerdy. Someone who faded into the background.
Life went on.
Clark thought about you a lot, but the letters between you started to fizzle as you both grew into different people. He was the nerdier type, not a lot of friends, but that was nothing new to you. You prospered in the city, finding solace in socializing, babysitting events, and trying new things around the city. Like the world was your oyster. In many ways it was.
He still saw your aunt a lot; Ma and her had kept in touch, having dinner together once a week. Clark was still deciding his future, where he should go, studying at a nearby university as he helped do all the farm work at home. He’d ask about you sometimes, only to get vague, unfulfilling answers.
In the comfort of your own room after long days of studying and working, you’d let your mind wander to him. Wonder about what he was doing. Had he picked up on journalism? Writing? Astronomy? He could do anything if he really set his mind to it.
After long semesters of studying, your parents surprised you with a trip to your aunts for the summer. Ditch the city life and hang out in the quiet for 3 months; allow your brain to relax.
You stepped out of the car, stretching your legs after the 2-hour car ride from the airport to the farmhouse. You took in a deep breath as you stretched your arms above your head, the sweet smell of freshly cut grass and flowers, and then the unavoidable tinge of cow manure blowing in the wind. Your uncle grabbed your suitcase from the trunk, your thick tote bag slung over your shoulder as you walked up the creaky steps.
Everything was just as you suspected—frozen in time. The mailbox had a small lean to it, the old dog sleeping on the porch, dwindling to his last year or so. The porch paint was peeling, but the house was well painted. Your uncle had hurt his back, so you wondered who did it. “Looks good…” You comment, stepping in and slipping off your shoes. Your aunt gives small thanks as she wraps you in a tight hug. “Thank you, been getting some help on the farm. Polishing it. I miss you,” she said, pressing her face into your hair before releasing you. “Your room is the same. Go freshen up; we have dinner at the Kents tonight,” she said, arms crossed.
You couldn’t help but perk up at the last name, the idea of Clark flashing your mind before you could stop it, and your aunt gave a knowing smile. “Yes, Clark is there. He’s still studying, helping Jonathan out since his back's starting to get like your uncles. We didn’t tell him you were coming.” The proud smirk on her face gave you all you needed to know. They had been planning this for weeks, keeping it just hush enough to dodge his superhearing.
So you freshened up, excited to see your forever friend. You milled over the minor details, wondering if his hair was still dark and if his eyes were still bright. Then you wondered if he still looked through his telescope every night or if he spent his nights flying among the stars when he couldn’t sleep. The image you had of him was meek, still imagining the sweet and shy Clark Kent who needed a night light to sleep even though he had ten times the strength of an average man.
You wore a pretty spring dress that went to your mid-thigh, one that showed off your smooth skin, showing old birthmarks you used to cover. Wherever they might be. You wore your hair nice and simple, making sure to do some light make-up before stepping down into the mudroom of the house. You held a casserole in a blue dish with a top lid, waiting for your aunt to be ready.
The wait got too boring, so you went for the door. “I’m gonna start walking over!” you yelled, stepping out onto the familiar path that led up to the Kents' house. Your cowgirl boots crunched in the gravel beneath your feet as you watched the sun start to dip in the sky. It was your favorite walk, a short 5 minutes but beautiful. Unless you were in hot weather—then it was miserable. Tonight was nice, slowly cooling down.
You walked up the dirt path, hearing two voices discussing a car's engine, one you recognized as Pa Kent, and the other… well, you weren’t sure. It was deeper, soft and reassuring. Soothing. Pa Kent was under the car, and a tall man was standing, holding the car with one hand like it was nothing, his tight t-shirt doing nothing to conceal the strain of his bicep in the fabric. It made you dizzy when you noticed it. You could see the print of his abs through his shirt, his shoulders bulky, making him all the more a local beefy Kansan. He was tall, nearly casting a shadow. It wasn’t until he quickly turned his head to look at you that you realized who this boy—no, man—was.
You saw the thick, silky black head of hair, curled and wild on his head. The laughter bubbling from his chest at his father's rambling. Lethally blue eyes, ones that displayed every emotion inside them.
Clark Kent was standing in front of you with the piercing blue eyes, making your stomach turn into knots as you tried to keep your jaw off the floor and the casserole in your arms all at once. He wasn’t scrawny or loser-ish. He was handsome. Alluring. Hot. When had this happened? It was making your head spin, your heart stutter, and his super hearing picked up on every miscalculated beat.
“Golly, long time no see!” he exclaimed, the excitement flooding his tone like it used to. Clark still had that sweet boy deep in there. The big puppy Kansas boy overflowed from his big heart that was being protected by his massive pecs—maybe that’s what they were for. To protect his big heart. “Hi…” You say shyly, watching his eyes run over you. Were you drooling?
He couldn’t imagine you looking this good; he knew you were pretty, but he was just taking guesses at what he remembered. Clark remembered your sparkling eyes and big smile, but now you were everything he had imagined and more. A dream in front of him. Pa made a grunt of irritation as Clark was slowly lowering the car, too distracted by you to remember what he was doing. “Son.” Clark did not answer, the car lowering another inch. “Clark!” Jonathan reminds. “Oh!” You gave a small giggle as Clark raised it again.
“Sorry, Pa. Can we do this after dinner?” His dad stood up slowly with a grunt and raised a weary eyebrow. “I won’t be able to see later.” Clark gave a quick reply, “I can see in the dark, Pa.” The older man shrugged, shaking his head and grinning at you. Jonathan pulled you into one of his familiar bear hugs before heading inside. Some people just seemed to be immune to time.
You heard the thud of the old truck hitting the ground again, and before you could blink, Clark quickly took the hot casserole dish away from you, talking away as he went inside. He told you all about what you’d missed. Or he tried. It had been four years after all. Clark wasn’t very shy anymore, or maybe he was just eager for your attention after being away from you for so long. This was going to be a long summer. That’s for sure.
Dinner was filled with familial chatter, old friends catching up. They told you embarrassing stories of Clark, watching his cheeks burn red. You watched as his forearms flexed as his knife glided through the baked potato on his plate. How his Ma told a corny joke, and he still threw his head back in laughter. How focused his eyes were, sweet with a pleading undertone when he asked for the salt, or the vegetables. You've got to tell your city stories, about all the chaos that contrasted the Kansas tranquility.
The night ended with a blackberry pie and vanilla ice cream that everyone ate too much of. Clark was first to thank his mother for the food, his hands in his lap and grinning. His dimples were working overtime, and you felt your stomach tingle. Had he always had dimples? Surely they had just appeared out of nowhere…
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The summer was filled with much fun, and you and Clark’s prospering friendship. You guys spent hours together, walking your old stomping grounds like no time had passed at all. He still stole vegetables off your plate, called you nicknames, and tugged on your braids gently. Clark was gentlemanly too. Fixing your necklace for you, helped you rebraid your hair, unaware how it made your gut stir and flustered you.
How could he be so attractive and sweet all at once? You just wanted to repay him in… inappropriate ways. Clark just kept flirting like it was nothing, and he was oblivious to how his southern drawl and kind smile could make anyone weak in the knees.
Dinners at the Kents’ led to bonfires that Clark conjured up with his… heat vision? He said he was working on the names for all of it; you giggled, watching him gently blow on the fire to get the flame crackling in the pit. “So, Clark. Besides school, what have you been up to?” you asked, watching him set logs into the pit, little pieces of saved newspaper in the bottom. He shrugged, looking up at you from his spot on the ground. “Helping Pa on the farm, exploring. I’ve been writing too! I flew up to Africa, kinda exploring their roots and connecting with their heritage,” he explained, totally nerding out.
You watched as he talked with his hands, getting distracted from the fire that had now sputtered out. His lower lip jutted out in a pout, and you giggled, making a smile break loose on his face. He just couldn’t help it when it came to you. “Very admirable, Clark,” you said. Your praise made him straighten and smile.
Clark noticed a change not long after that. Suddenly, he found himself fixing his hair before coming to your place. The other day, he had struggled for ten minutes alone to pick a shirt. This had never happened before! Sure, he had crushes, big ones even. But this one was different; he felt the need to impress you, be bold. Oblivious to how you were already drooling over how he looked.
Every time you smiled or laughed, he felt the air get kicked from his lungs. He felt his stomach twist in knots every time you wore a pretty dress. Clark had also remembered you with dirty knees and missing teeth, and to see you dancing by the fire to an old country song, or licking the batter of a spatula in the kitchen with his Ma, he felt warm. Different.
He looked up from milking the cows, his eyes landing on you through the big window over the kitchen sink. Clark saw his mother, then you. The whole conversation buzzing in his ears. Martha saw you look out the window, and she had seen Clark look at you across the dinner table a thousand times now. “Funny, isn’t it?” Martha asked, turning to look at you lick the spatula again. The dough melting into your tongue. Your head tilted to the side and your nose scrunched in confusion—the motion reminded Clark of a bunny, and it made his heart warm upon seeing it. “Growing up, I mean.” You looked at Martha, then out the window at Clark, who quickly pretended to be milking the cows. You understood what she meant, giving her a nod and then a knowing smile. Martha returned it, kissing your cheek and heading to the porch.
It wasn’t long before you and Clark were in tune with each other’s bodies again. It was like you knew when he entered the room, and he could pick out your heartbeat again. It was a little quicker than it used to be when you were kids. You looked at each other when laughing, and late nights were spent in your quilts as you told stories like you were kids. Some nights it was down by the pond, the moonlight bathing it.
“Jump in with me, Clark,” you begged, eyes big and sweet. He hesitated, tilting his head. Gosh, he was so cute. “It’s cold, and we don’t have any clothes,” Clark replied, rubbing the back of his neck, his arm stretching and showing his muscle. “It’s not cold! You're immune to cold, aren’t you? Just get in!” You said, not giving him a chance to protest as you wiggled out of your jean shirts, jumping off the creaky dock in your oversized t-shirt and silly polka dot underwear. Before he could think any better, he was tugging his shirt off, letting his jeans fall to the ground as he jumped in, clad in only his boxers. The quick glimpse you got of his abs (and the hard-to-ignore imprint through the fabric) was enough to make the cold water worth it.
That night you stumbled into your aunt's kitchen, giggling like school kids again. You popped open a bottle of wine; Clark just watched as you brought it to your lips, soaking all over the kitchen floor. He couldn’t bring his eyes off of you as you swayed, humming along to your own tune. The giggle was the sound of your soul, and maybe his too.
All this time with you made him realize just how much he liked you. And now, with the wet t-shirt sticking to your skin, your hair damp over your face, and getting tipsier by the second, he pressed his lips to yours. He laughed against your mouth as you hummed into the kiss. Your body was electric, as you had been waiting for the moment. His overgrown stubble was brushing your slick skin.
Maybe this is what dreams were made of.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while…” You whispered into the kiss, pressing the wine to your lips again. You offered it to him, and he shook his head. His hands finally reached your hips, firm yet gentle palms keeping you in place. His back leaned on the counter, looking down at your smug smirk. He was enamoured by your drunk smile. The alcohol hadn’t hit your system yet, just drunk on the kiss alone. “Would you believe me if I said I had been too?” he asked, eyes full of adoration as he searched your eyes. A grin spread across your lips, shaking your head. “No, you’re so nice to everyone, and you always have that dopey look in your eyes. I thought I was just another girl…” You admit, taking a final gulp from the big bottle.
Clark takes it from you, setting it on the counter behind him. He tugged you in, leaning in closer to your lips. His eyes flicked down to them, licking his own lips as he prepared for another kiss. “And the whole time I was just wondering when you got so good-looking… and how you could be so devastatingly hot and be so oblivious to it!” He closed his eyes, wishing his lips were on yours instead. “I was in turmoil too, scared to feel these things about my best friend. Couldn’t stand how pretty you were,” he admits. A small kiss to your lips, before diving in for another.
You let your hands roam his skin, the abs on his stomach that you had been dreaming about for weeks. You felt the undeniable outline of his excitement for you under his wet boxers. His hands were pulling up your wet shirt, tossing it somewhere into the kitchen. Your heartbeat was the only thing in his ear, other than your whiny noises of desperation.
The familiar scent of your sweet arousal washed over his senses, everything in his mind clicking. For weeks he had been smelling it, mistaking the rich smell for your perfume. It had been your telltale sign of how turned on you were. Now he realized how you were wet, watching him do mundane tasks around the farm or his subtle attempts at flirting. “Oh, sweetheart,” he moans into the kiss, your lips leaving no mercy.
“Smell so good…” he adds, opening his eyes to take in your everyday bra and those polka-dot underwear. Had you known you were gonna get laid, maybe you’d picked something different. But now it didn’t matter. “Smell?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you move your lips to his neck, the tough Kryptonian skin taking no damage as you sucked and kiss. “I can smell you… when you’re aroused,” Clark whispered. His hand went to your hair, tugging you away from his skin.
Your face flushed, and you gave a guilty grin. “I wish I was more embarrassed than I am right now…” You mumble, unhooking your bra, letting him take in your breasts, how they sit on your chest without the confines of your bra. He was getting harder and harder by the second. “No need to be embarrassed. It’s sweet; thought it was your perfume.” His eyes devour you like you're something ethereal, a higher being.
He picked you, pressing his hard-on against your throbbing cunt. It fluttered at the idea of taking his alien dick. You could feel the heft of it, and his thick, beefy thighs against yours. “I need you…” You begged, hands grasping at his sloppy curls. “In your aunt's kitchen?” he asked, apprehensive at first as he slowly lowered you to the ground. The tile was cold on the skin of your back, making you gasp. The alcohol was catching up to your system, making your stomach warm and bubbly. You nodded quickly, “Full circle…”
That made him laugh, shaking his head as he hooked his fingers onto your panties, tugging them down and allowing the cold air to hit your pussy. His boxers were next to leave before he grabbed your hips, the hard floor the last thing on your mind as you took in his length. 10 inches with a thick base, precum leaked at the tip, and he throbbed from how hard he was. Everything about him was big as you had expected. In the mornings, you had tried not to peek as he bulged through his sweatpants in the mornings, trying to hide it with blankets or pillows.
Soon he was pushing into you, skin to skin as he took you on your aunt’s kitchen floor, not caring about the risks. Right now it was just you and him in the moment. You squeezed tight as he glided into you, the stretch making you cry out—you’ve never taken something so big. Even toys didn’t compare to this. Tears pricked your eyes as your wet folds accepted him greedily, your stomach bulging with his size. Small gasps and moans slipped from your lips, sounding like heaven.
When he bottomed out, he caged you with his arms, each hand on either side of your head. Clark paused. Your breathing mingled, and his chest heaved. “Please… Tell me how good I’m doing,” he whined. You clenched around him in surprise, but somehow more aroused at the thought. This big, broad-shouldered man needed to be praised for being the good boy he is. Just a puppy at heart. “You're doing so good, baby. Move your hips for me,” you insist, throwing your head back as he gave a slow thrust. You felt every good spot inside you being hit by his massive dick.
A whine broke free from his lips, surprising you again. Clark started to rut into you like a dog in heat, each roll of his hips even greedier than the last as he took in your sweet praise like music to his ears. He can’t believe he’s finally living out his wet dreams with you. “O… Oh! Clark! Right there, please! Such a good boy, filling me up better than anybody!” Another broken whine broke from his lips as he continued to drag his cock in and out of you, occasionally dipping his head down to take your nipple into his mouth.
He nudged the sweet spot inside you, repeatedly as slurred words of appreciation slide from your mouth. Your sweaty bodies move against each other, your hips starting to move with the rhythm of his as he tries to find your sweet spot. “Feel good?” he rasped, reaching a hand down to rub your sensitive clit, your pussy sensitive and puffy from how he was bullying it. You nodded, a quiet moan slipping from your lips as he buries himself in you before pulling almost all the way out, crashing back in again.
Your eyes roll back as he rubs circles into your bundle of nerves, feeling you clench around him. “That feels so good, Clark! Please, harder!” You insist, forgetting to keep your voice down. His hips begin to move faster, the slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you were going over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you, making your body shake as he continued to bully that spot, his lips catching your moans. His stomach burned with the familiar bubbling feeling, knowing his orgasm was approaching rapidly.
“Where do you want it?” Clark asked, trying not to spill inside you from how hard your clenching him, your fluids building a ring around the base of his cock. You bumble incoherent words before blurting, “Stomach!”
Quickly, he pulled out, his cum shooting over your stomach, even your breasts, breathy moans escaping him. It just kept coming; you hadn’t ever seen someone cum so much. He was a mess above you, his hair messed up, his tip leaking with the aftermath, and sweat on his temple. Clark was the most beautiful man you had ever seen, so impossibly human and vulnerable. Even when he wasn’t human.
“Oh thank you, baby,” he whispered, your name following as he ducked down and gave you a kiss. Clark gathered your clothes, then you from the kitchen floor before starting the tub inside your small bathroom in your room. Where you laid against his chest as he ran a hot soapy rag over your body. The wine sat warm in your belly, and your legs were a perfect amount of shaky from the results of you and Clark’s love making. “Who knew all it took was a night swim?”
You shook your head slowly, a small giggle bubbling from your lips. “It was more than that and you know it. Your irresistible,” you teased, closing your eyes as you leaned back. Clark shook his head, a blush creeping up his ears. The hot water steamed from your skin, and the bubbles were up to your chin. He spent the next 20 minutes drying you, rubbing lotion on your body, then tucking you into his chest as you packed his 6’4” and 240 pound frame on your full bed, your face buried in the crevices of his chest.
The next morning it was painfully obvious what you had done to both your families. You were both more touchy, the looks lingered, and your walk was a bit off-kilter despite your efforts to hide it. Martha and Jonathan of course gave him a firm talking to about the consequences and all that stuff, making him protest and squim in his seat.
It wasn’t long before he was packing up his stuf to move to Metropolis with you—beginning his Superman debut, his reporter job and his first big relationship with you.
clark kent x gf! f! reader & pre-established relationship
this fic is based in a college setting
cw: (mdni 18+) size kink (inhumane height) dom/sub dynamics bondage (includes a memory of use of rope and using neck tie to bound hands together) mentions of past sex and clubbing, drunkness and yes clark kent of course, mock teasing you as he is a freakkkk in this one!
wc: 2.5k
au: welcome back to week 2 of my kinktober! i hope you ghouls and ghoulettes are ready for freakkkk clark kent, i may have gone over board but who doesn't love a noncanon clark kent? please beware this a very nsfw fic and read with caution, you are responsible for what you read.
now playing: p*rnstar by nessa barrett
the light in your college dorm glowed with streams of purple and pink tones as your led lights strung above your ceiling. you were currently working on homeowork as clark was out with his buddies doing some type of debate for his club, yes it was going to be another night alone. your posture now hunched as you sat atop your bed just idly working some college algebraic equations when your door had a slight knocking sound on it.
you froze as it was late, like 11:30 pm late, nobody should be coming to disturb you as your friends groaned in annoyance at the fact you ditched another night of partying and drinking for homework. "god you're a buzz kill, bet if clark was there you'd go." your best friend nicole huffed as her heels clicked on her way out and her mini skirt hung showing too much skin for your taste. pulling your hood from your 'mu' (metropolis university) hoodie off your head, your sock clad feet meet the birch oak floor.
you swung your door open to be met with babybreath and blue forget-me-nots in your line of sight, behind them was a stern chest and a dorky loop sided smile. "hi beautiful." clark's voice perked your ears as he lifted you and you swung your legs around his waist subconsciously. "what? what're you doing here?! i thought your debate wasn't over until tomorrow at three o'clock?" you siad remembering his texts from you earlier.
clark ♡
my debate won't be over until three tomorrow, so don't worry about me, i'll get some sleep here soon. don't work yourself too hard on your math work. i could've done it for you. ;) i love you beautiful, have a goodnight.
"yeah... well, we defeated the nyc debate team and they were our last competion and they thought it was going ot be a two day process. i guess not though, so we came back early. the guys wanted me to go celebrate and get drunk but i told them i'd take a raincheck for the next time. i just wanted to be with my girl." his voice got lower as he nuzzled his nose to her hairline, his hold on you unwavering. "clark kent, you dog." you lightly slapped his shoulder as you dived in for a hug. "yeah, yeah,yeah. i know, but i missed you. aside from working at the market in downtown square and being a college debate student with a major in journalism and not seeing my best girl, i miss you, sue me."
he joked as he walked into your cozied atomsophered dorm, your bed displaying a bag of nearly eaten potato chips and your notebook with your scrubblings of equations your laptop thrown off to the side. "wow, someone was nose deep in her homework." he whistled as you let go of him and closed your laptop with ease, gathering your notebook with your pencil and chip bag. "shut up farm boy. i blew off clubbing for a smooth day tomorrow without a nausaitating headache and a good day with my loving boyfriend."
his hands up in defeanse as you threw a pointed look at him. "well doll, i'm here now aren't i?" his lips curled in a smirk, arms out in a motion for you to give him a hug. you give-in as you shake your head and let him swirve in for a kiss instead. "hmm, hmm, god i missed you." he sighs against your forehead, his wamr breath fanning over your skin. "yeah? my clarkie missed me?" you tease as he eyes you like a prey stalked by its predator, the air shifts as he rushes to pull you to him.
his strong hands immediately go to your thick locks of hair and gently tug creating a pain-pleaure filled sensation to tingle down your spine. you groaned out in pleasure as his mouth met your neck and only then it clicked that your boyfriend, clark freaking kent, the boy you fell in love with at junior prom, towered over you all these years. you knew you loved a tall guy because you were really into the whole height difference thing, but it was the intimate moments that made you realize just how tall your boyfriend was. your eyed half lidded looked like sex and clark's hunger only snowballed for you.
he took his time, he was a gentlemen after all, ideally any guy would groan at the thought of foreplay but in this case you got lucky. your boy, after all adored the living hell out of you and he knew you like the back of his hand too. his eyes trailed over your collarbone and down your hoodie, "baby, gosh i love when you look really cozy cause ii can cuddle you. but gosh this time your just wearing too much clothes." he huffed as his hands made work on lifting yout hoodie to expose your white tank top, the air making your nipples pebbled and hard. "my good beautiful girl, gosh you're perfect."
his praise only added to the pleasure as he began to nip down the collumn of your tender throat. you moaned as you cupped the back of his neck, the soft tuff of curls in your fingers. "hm, god please clark. i can't take this any longer, please... i need it." you begged and pleaded as you were being abused and sucked on by your six foot four giant of a boyfriend. "yeah? can't wait can you? just missed me too damn much didn't you sweet girl?" you couldn't fathom the words, so shaking your head seemed to be a better option.
he nipped and sucked at your skin, and he dived his fingers south into your cotton grey shorts. "god your soaked beautiful, all this for me huh?" his voice husked and soft as he pulled oyur shorts down in a swift manner, "it's not fair your all dressed up here." your lips painted in a heavy pout as you tugged on his belt. "ah-ah-ah, paitence." he cooed, stripping you from your clothes. "paitence my ass kent." you huffed as he turned you over and gave you a soft smack on the ass causing a soft 'thwap' to be heard in your small dorm.
turning you softly, he pulled you towards your bed, now it was a full sized bed, but you traded your twin when your dorm roomate transfered out ot another school with better opportunities for her. making this dorm yours, and you were lucky. no peeping eyes or having to ask them to give you two privacy. "clark please, im cold and i want you, havent seen you in two weeks honey." you groaned as his fingers traced your skin delicately, his fingers retracted as he grabbed hold of his tie.
his navy blue tie against his white button down neatly tucked into his black slacks. he smirked as he began to tie your hands together and your eyes doubled in size as you gulped watching his calm and tame exterior change into into that only you saw behind your respected closed doors. his lips instantly met yours as he nibbled down on your swollen lips. you groaned into the kiss as you felt more pressure being added to the tingly feeling you were trying to enflame. your hands bound, impatient grabbed onto the soft leather of his belt and unbuckled it causing a chuckle to fall from his lips,
"i don't think I've ever seen you this impatient, baby doll we have all night slow down." he hushed as he kissed your reddish-pink lips. "no! i want you, want this right now, i feel... feels like my skin's on fire." you mumbled as clark took advantage of your bound hands as he lifted them above your head and redid the knot to tie onto your bed. usually clark would've tied your hands with rope like he had when you disobeyed him that one week he went to his farm house for spring break.
you couldn't go because your family wanted to see you, as punishment when you both came back he tied your hands together with rope and edged you until he felt ready to fuck you. clark kissed your jawline as he tugged his slacks off and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding until the tip made contact with your wet slick folds. you mewled at the feeling and clark only continued to tease you, "yeah baby? ready for this big cock to fuck you dumb huh?"
his hand holding onto your hip and the other holding your. hands as he sank into you. you groaned pornograhpically loud at the motion and he began a 'abusive' speed and pace on your hole. clenching and pulsing around him, clark's moans and whimpers sliped out as you felt out of character right now. you were never this loud during sex, bu the coil was tight and ready to burst already. the sensitivity of clarks pubic bone creating a bumping friction on his fast pace as you felt yourself cum undone. "clark, fuck. i'mgonnacum!" you moaned as he just kept pumping himself inside your slick hole.
"let go, such a good girl." his tone beyond teasing but mockery. "feels so good clark dont stop." he mocked as he held your face before letting go and flipping you over, your ass to his front. "perfect little slut aren't you?" he hummed as he didn't let you catch your breath, his body caged you in as you felt a rush of blood go to your pulsing heat. the flush on your cheeks was enough to tell him you were flustered by his size. he kissed up your back, you could feel the smile behind the kisses, and you felt so overstimulated by the action.
your ass pushed against his hard cock, as a manner to beg him to fuck you senseless. "please clarkie, i need you." you begged, tears threatening to spill as you felt so ready to untie yourself and tie him up instead due to his lack of hurriedness. "since you asked so nicely, i will." he hummed, hands digging into your cheeks as he gripped you and fucked you back onto him. "c'mon baby doll, throw that ass back onto me." moaning you did as told, and the 'thwap'-'thwap' sound began to be heard thoughout your room, your hands curled cresent moons digging into your palms as you shrieked out in pleasure.
"yeah? good babydoll, glad that pussy is liking this so much." he cooed as his hands massaged your ass. the slick and wet sound combined with the thwap sound only stirred your seconf orgasm, unitl clark used his skilled fingers to work your clit. you moaned out as you clung and dug your nails into your sheets, you heavy breaths and moans suddenlt gong mmore high pitched and clark didn't need to be a geniuses to know you were coming.
your pussy clenched and sucked him in furthter as you let him fuck you through your high, his high approaching the more he felt you pulse and clench down onto him. his own high spilled onto oyur back, painting it with pearlascent drops. his forehead rested on oyur shoulder as you both came down from your highs. his awarness of your hands came to the forefront of his mind and he untied his tie from your wrists. pulling out, clark grabbed some tissues from your vanity and wiped off your back as he lifted you up and pulled you close to him.
you winced at the sudden movement as clark petted your hair and kissed your forehead, nose, lips a final time. he pulled his phone off your nightstand and ordered some food to your dorm. the two of you ended the night with thai food in bed, and a movie playing on your laptop as you were properly cleaned up,clark changing your sheets to the other set under your bed. clark ended up brushing your hair and braiding it before the two of you knocked out and spent the following day together in a just the two of you manner.
hi lovelies, i hope you enjoyed this week's kinktober! it was such a pleasure to write this one because yes i adore a noncon clark kent ! to add the element of it being set in college was 1000% better! i think this helped element and more realism to it! do i hate the ending, yes but i only proof-read some of this and i can't find another way to rewrite the ending of this in a way i wanted it to be but i tried.
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