first time for everything
tags: smut, PIV, 18+, yearner clark, oral sex, hyperspermia, aftercare
summary: after a month of dating, you and clark decide to go all the way.
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the past month had been magical. you first met clark when he interviewed you as the owner of the newest bakery in metropolis. turns out your pastries weren’t the only thing he found sweet. you were both young, clark just beginning to get his footing as a journalist at the daily planet, and you finding your place as a new entrepreneur.
sweet clark even helped you move in to your new apartment. coincidentally, you both lived in the same building, just floors apart- which is why you didn’t meet until later, by happenstance.
he carried your heavy boxes filled with clothes and knickknacks like they were filled with feathers. surprising, but not by much since you could tell how big his muscles were. for how dorky and nervous he could come across, clark was the tall, well-built, muscular man of your dreams. you had dated a bit while in college, some failed hookups, one longer term relationship that was semi long-distance with a breakup that was shocking to say the least. for a young adult, you had quickly become jaded and cynical. guys didn’t want relationships anymore- they just wanted a hookup. hit it and quit it. saying and doing anything to get in your pants, leaving you broken and angry. but then you met clark.
he was approachable, and kind. gentlemanly. he opened doors for you, never let you pay, actually listened to your feelings and cared about what you had to say. bare minimum, but it was refreshing. nice to at least see that chivalry may not be dead. you approached with caution, aiming to protect your heart at all costs. you didn’t want to get your hopes up like you had so many times before. and you remember how that left you- devastated and hopelessly attached.
but clark unknowingly proved to you everyday how reliable and trustworthy he was. he was genuine, and sweet, and intelligent and thoughtful. like one time, you texted him an offhand comment about how you had a long day at work and didn’t have the energy to cook dinner for yourself. 30 minutes later, your favorite meal showed up on your doorstep, with a note from clark apologizing that he had to work late, but hoping that the food made your night just a little bit better.
for clark, he had never met a girl quite like you before. you were more introverted, but sincere and deep. you didn’t shy away from meaningful conversation, always looking to learn more about his life and the inner workings of his complex brain. because that’s what you cared about. as much as clark was your exact physical type, you cared just as much about his emotions and vulnerabilities. and vice versa. clark loved learning about your childhood stories, your minuscule facial expressions when you got irked or excited, your favorite meals and pet peeves.
when clark asked you to be his girlfriend, you were over the moon. literally. it was kinda difficult for him to hide his identity for so long without you asking questions, and he decided he trusted you enough to tell you. so as he ran into you in the city after patrol as you were closing up the bakery, he asked if you wanted a lift back to your apartment so you didn’t have to walk. you soon found out how literal that statement was.
life had otherwise been normal. you would order takeout after work and cuddle up on the couch together in either of your apartments. you played card games at the kitchen table, went on museum dates, and texted or facetimed constantly when you couldn’t be together in person. it felt like you and clark had known each other forever.
one night, after a fancy restaurant date for your one month anniversary, you invited clark back up to your apartment. not unusual for you, most nights ended up at one of your places since you were in the same building. and you weren’t strangers to each other’s bodies either. clark had taken the time to commit your curves, freckles, and stretch marks to memory, cherishing them at every sight he got. you had done some stuff, getting to around third base, but both were afraid to go all the way. you had talked about it before, the fact that clark was a virgin, and you had done it once or twice but it had never felt special or pleasureable- just transactional. something you regretted.
the two of you had skirted around the idea for a while now, stopping steamy makeout sessions early or saying goodnight after his mouth had tasted you (or vice versa.) but if there was anyone clark wanted to lose his virginity to, it would be you. and you felt comfortable and safe enough with clark to allow him full access to your body that had so often before been underappreciated.
so, as clark followed you back to your apartment, you bounced the idea around in your head. you were already making out soon enough, as the door closed and clark pressed you up against it, trapping your body with his. the kiss was tender and passionate. your lips were apprehensive at first, grazing against his, testing the waters. your hands immediately plunged themselves into clark’s dark curls, fingers brushing through as he pulled your waist closer to his. you slowly slipped in your tongue as the kisses went from a long, closed kiss to a mind-numbing, warmth-creating makeout.
the two of you instinctively made your way to your bedroom, clark keeping his hands on you at all times. lips touching yours, hands on your sides as he picked you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. you could feel how hard he was already, the fabric causing a friction that made him so damn needy.
clark laid you down on your plush, cream-colored duvet. his hands cradled your neck and back as you rested fully, hair fanning out over the pile of pillows placed across the headboard. his eyes looked down at yours with wonder, leaning in for yet another warmth-inducing kiss. you could feel the throbbing between your legs, which had been increasing since you locked the door to your apartment. but this felt different. it didn’t feel rushed, or mandatory, or lustful. of course you were intensely attracted to each other, but this moment felt more intimate, like you were allowing yourselves to be together completely. you felt vulnerable, and a little scared, and of course clark could tell.
“you okay sweetheart? you’re tensing up on me.”
“yeah, yeah. all good. i’m good.”
his eyes bore into yours, eliciting the truth from your lips. “I’m scared, clark. i’m scared we’re going to have sex, and then you’re gonna decide i’m not worth it and you’re gonna leave. and i’m gonna feel so dirty and shameful for deciding to open myself up like this. it’s just happened before, and of course i trust you, but…”
clark’s heart melted, just a little. he could see how nervous you were, how vulnerable you felt and how mistreated you had been. “oh, honey.” he brought you to his chest and covered you completely with his large figure. your breathing immediately slowed, and your heart rate decreased. “i promise, from the bottom of my heart, that i’m not going anywhere. you mean the world to me, and i intend to treat you with all the love, respect, and kindness you deserve.”
your eyes began to well with tears. “i love you clark.”
his heart swelled. “i was just about to say that, sweet girl. i love you so much.”
he laid you softly back down on the bed and gave another long kiss to your now-swollen lips. “is it okay if i take your clothes off, sweetheart?”
you nodded, your heart beating almost out of your chest. clark could hear it, and his worries softened knowing you were both feeling the same way.
piece by piece, clark peeled off your date-night clothes. your cashmere sweater, your black pants, leaving you only in a bra and panties.
“gosh, honey. you are so gosh darn gorgeous.” clark’s large hands wandered all across your body, from the middle of your cleavage, down your stomach, to your inner thighs. he grazed your sensitive spots, the ones that made you shiver and gasp. he ran a finger over your deep stretch marks, the ones you tried so hard to embrace. he kissed every inch of you, treating every body part with an equal amount of love and appreciation.
soon his touches got needier and more intense. thumbs rubbed your sensitive nipples, making them peak and stiffen. “god, clark. please.” he knew what that meant. his reached down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting the way he knew you loved, soothing the subtle pain with warm licks. your back arched as he moved from breast to breast, mouth on your skin and hand reaching lower to remove your panties, already soaked in your need.
you were then completely bare for him, and he couldn’t take it. “honey, i need you. is this okay, do you want this?”
you nodded and smiled. “clark, i want this so much. i want to be your first. i want to feel close to you.”
he grinned shyly as he removed the last of his clothing, shirt already thrown on the floor, pants unbuckled. he tugged down his navy boxers, allowing himself to spring free. you had seen him before, but knowing you were going all the way tonight just made every touch and feeling that more intense. your mind got overwhelmed as he prepped you, making you come on his fingers and in his mouth at least twice, maybe more- you were in a daze.
“fuck, clark. oh god, please. i’m so close.” his thumb circled your clit as his tongue probed inside of you. you felt like you were falling off the edge of a cliff, every touch getting you closer to your release.
“i know, sweetheart, i know. you’re safe. i’m right here.”
your hips bucked at his praise, your body melting into the mattress.
“come whenever you like, honey. i’m not leaving, promise. you’re doing so good for me.”
his permission inadvertently triggered your release, coating his digits in your wetness as you rode out your high.
clark kissed your forehead as you calmed, holding you close and whispering praise after praise in your ear. he repositioned himself between your legs, puppy dog eyes looking at you for the go-ahead. you nodded once again. “please, clark. i need to feel you. now.”
as soon as you gave your word, clark pushed inside. you felt the burning sensation as his tip descended farther inside.
“deep breaths, baby. you can take it, i know you can. doing so good for me.”
your walls relaxed at his praise, allowing him in further. once he was fully seated inside, the two of you just laid still for a moment, clark for one trying not to come immediately from this newfound euphoric sensation. your hands intertwined above your head, his giving yours a quick squeeze as he took a deep breath and began to move back and forth, feeling your walls clench around his length. he groaned at the feeling, a sound that made you wetter, if that was even possible at this point.
“gosh, beautiful. you’re taking me so well. so so well. i’m so proud of you.” his hand reached up to caress your cheek as he thrust deeper, then falling to your breast to take a nipple between his fingers. his other hand then moved from its placement on your waist back down to your clit, giving it the attention you so desperately craved.
neither of you had ever felt this intimate with another person before. everything just felt right. you were no longer scared, clark was no longer nervous. the two of you just became one, savoring the feeling of being so close to one another, on such a physical level.
clark groaned once again, taking you out of your daze. “sweetheart, i’m getting close. i’m gonna cum. gosh baby, i’m gonna cum.”
you clenched your walls around him once more, spurring him on. his release creeped closer and closer until it was unavoidable.
“oh, sweatheart. oh, golly.”
you smiled at your mild-mannered boyfriend’s intense release as he spilled inside of you. but he just kept going.
“fuck, clark. i feel so full.”
you cried out as he continued filling you, pushing on your stomach as his load continued to seep out of your hole. pulling out, clark was as gentle as he could be as he moved back up on the bed to cradle you in his arms. you were both out of breath, skin sticky with sweat, bodies flushed with heat. clark continued the praise you craved, murmuring into your hair. “i’m so proud of you, honey. you did so well for me. you made me feel so good. thank you for trusting me and for being my first.”
you looked up into his blue eyes, feeling nothing but love. you kissed his shoulder, responding, “i love you clark. thank you for making me feel special.”
clark kissed you once again. “stay here for a second, love.” he came back a minute later with a glass of water, ibuprofen, and a warm cloth to clean you up with. you smiled sleepily as he tended to you with care, holding the water to your lips and taking the time to make sure you were comfortable and clean.
he snuggled back into bed with you, kissing your forehead, looking over to find you were already asleep. “i love you, sweet girl,” he whispered, as he curled up next to you, letting his body relax and heartbeat match yours once again.