— clark kent talking you through it
cw: vaginal sex, size difference, soft dom clark
“i know baby, i know,” his words soft has his large hands gripped onto your waist, gently squeezing the soft flesh as tears welled up in your eyes. “but you’re doing so well,” he cooed, “making me so proud.”
your sniffles filled the room paired with a small pathetic whine that left your lips when you sank an inch deeper, your small cunt barely accomodating his size. “just one more yeah? biiig stretch.”
it’s been a good few minutes of this, clark whispering words of reassurance whilst wiping the tears from your eyes.
once you finally settled down his full length, a groan escaped his mouth. “feel so damn good,” his head tilting against the headboard. “clark,” you whined as you adjusted slightly, your warm gummy walls clenching around his cock.
arousal dribbled down your inner thigh, making it glisten ever so slightly. “move,” your voice soft as you held onto his shoulders, your hands looking comically small in comparison to his large fame.
clark gently bounced you, his hands dropped down to your waist as he caressed the skin there. “you look so pretty baby,” he sighed as he tried his best to not blow it, but the idea of filling you up was too good to not.
your moans filled the room as your body trembled, his thrusts making you bounce harshly as you gripped him tightly, tears streaming down your face as you started to feel a little light headed from the pleasure.
gently, his big palm came in contact with your cheek, giving you a small tap. “hey,” his eyes staring at yours, “come back to me pretty thing, i need you here.”
