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“Finish what?” You teased, laughing as you wrapped one hand over his neck and tickled at the hairs at the nape, all curly and slightly humid from the sex still.

“Like, did you cum? Orgasm?” Your smile dropped a little, like you didn’t expect him to actually ask or notice that you didn’t. Or care.

“I- uhm, I don’t wanna lie to you. So, no, not really.” You accepted it, you wouldn’t lie to make him feel better. Clark’s expression dropped to confusion and offense, at himself for being so stupid and selfish. How could he not make you cum? On your first time together? This wasn’t only the time to prove how serious he was about you, but to keep you coming back for more. To make you feel like you made him feel.

“But- it’s not like, a big deal. You were great, it was great, you were so nice and considerate, baby. It was wonderful.” Clark shook his head, his eyes dropping between the two of you when he realized he hadn’t even gotten you fully naked, you wore an oversized sweater that covered everything from the hips up. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or assume you needed to give him full nudity to be with him. Now it just feels like he wasn’t thorough enough, special enough. Like letting you take the lead wasn’t about your comfort but about him not doing much.

“How could I- if I didn’t-“

“Clark, people don’t make me cum. It’s just not something that like- happens. I don’t know why but it’s still fine and I want the intimacy more than I want release, y’know? I don’t want you to feel bad, because it’s honestly not you. I don’t want you to overthink it or feel like you’re not enough.” You explained, a little scared that we would not believe you or think you were too complicated or weird. Or that you were lying to make him feel better. Clark sighed but nodded, dropping his hands from your arms and letting you climb off him. He didn’t deserve you being on his lap if he couldn’t make you cum.

“We okay?” You asked low and soft, like you were afraid it had turned him off you or made him mad.

“Yeah, of course, darling. You’re- I believe you. Don’t wanna push or make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Promise?” Oh God, now he made you feel bad about the fact that he couldn’t make you cum. Who let him near you? He sucked.

“Yes, swear to God, honey. Come here.” He said as you got under the covers and he did too, pulling you closer to him as he wrapped one arm around you waist and kissed your cheek. He passed you your tea and you rested it in his firm chest knowing he wouldn’t even feel the heat.

“Can we keep watching my silly romance hockey show?” You asked and Clark smiled and nodded, handing you the remote so you could play the young adult romance novel turned into a tv show everyone was talking about online. He wasn’t going to lie, it was a weirdly interesting and captivating. So he didn’t mind it as a bed time show to get his mind thinking about anything else that was pure and utter embarrassment for himself and his lacking in the sexual department.

Turns out, it did not help. You fell asleep probably fifteen minutes in, he took your cup, covered your back and held you tight as you drifted with your mouth pressed against the bare skin of his sides. The show took a turn, some healthy talks about consent being represented much to Clark’s surprise. But he was mostly impacted about the conversation that seemed to tease at his situation, even if your lack of orgasm didn’t stem from the same thing. She needs to be comfortable. Note taken.

“Cat, can I ask for some advice?” Clark said as he grabbed a chair and sat next to her, Cat putting down her nail file and sitting up straight. Clark never asked her for advice. It was always you, then Lois, sometimes Jimmy and he’d call his parents. So, this was about something he could talk about with any of them.

“Sure, what about?”

“So, you know I’ve been dating-“

“Yes, oh my goodness. Cute! I love her, look at her.” You were sat up straight having a conversation with Steve about something sports related. Clark looked at you and smiled too, because you were cute. He was glad other people saw it too.

“Yeah, thanks. Well, I just have been wondering how true it is- or like- we uhm, were intimate and it was great! But it seems like it was only great for me.” Clark didn’t know how to explain this, he wasn’t one to talk about his sex life, especially with co-workers. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it and google was no help, Cat wrote a relationship advice column. Surely, she was the one to ask.

“Oh- okay. Did you like- try?” Cat’s lips pressed together.

“Yes! Obviously! I just let her take the lead and she kind of focused on me so- I don’t know. She looked like she was enjoying it. And she said she did! She said it was good.” Clark was now flustered and loosening his tie a little.

“Then what was the problem?”

“She didn’t finish.”

“Clark, are you just bad in bed?” She asked in a whisper and looked at him with pity, lips pouting as if she actually felt bad for him.

“Who’s bad in bed?” Lois said as she came near them, a couple pages shuffling in her hands as she glanced at the pair.

“Clark.”

“What? No! I’m not- I don’t think that’s the issue.” Lois laughed at his red cheeks and silly defensive words, he looked around to check if there was someone else maybe listening too.

“Well, what did she say?”

“God, please don’t- I don’t want to break her trust.” He hesitated on his words, looking between the two girls and he put his hands up in a prayer.

“What? That she doesn’t cum? We know.” Lois said with a confused look, like she didn’t know why he was acting like it was something that needed government clearance to know.

“What? You know?”

“Yeah. We talked about it like three months ago at lunch. I was telling them about a night with the finance guy where I came like-“

“Please, don’t, Cat.” Clark squeezed his eyes shut like it would somehow help him not know the intimacies of Cat’s rendezvous. She rolled her eyes, Lois sat against the desk and grabbed an open packet of peanuts, leaving her documents aside.

“Fine. Whatever. She told us- we said maybe she hadn’t met the right guy. She said it wasn’t that.”

“Right, that’s what she said to me. But I don’t know if it’s true or not. She said it was good and she did it for the intimacy, not the pleasure.” Lois laughed and almost coughed up the peanuts that were in her mouth.

“Smallville, she’s too good for you.” Lois said as she shook her head amused.

“I know.” He said with a sigh. It was his first real relationship after all.

Clark had been… a late bloomer for love. He thought he’d find the girl in high school, they’d be together forever and that’d be that. No more first dates, rejections, no more feeling used. It wasn’t like that, though. His kryptonian DNA had been more of a problem than he’d anticipated. It was hard to keep secrets but even harder to know who he could trust with them. It was hard to explain his physique and his sudden need to go help someone on the other edge of town. Clark found himself without a serious relationship when most people already had 3.

That’s when you came in. When he met you, time shifted. Clark was late to meeting you and you just gave him an understanding smile and shrugged it off. You were a simple girl by all means, liked long walks and petting dogs. Liked having girls nights with wine and gossip and liked when he put his hand on the small of your back to guide you somewhere. You were always so normal, in the middle. Never the best, never the worst. Never caught too much attention or too shy.

Clark thinking the world of you was a big surprise to you, you never thought he’d pay attention to you. Lois was smarter, Cat was classier. Jenna from the reception was nicer and his blonde neighbor was better at flirting. Everyone was prettier too. Clark couldn’t see much of that, though. He appreciated women, of course, but you were a warm light. He felt like a lizard under a warm lamp every time you looked at him. Like your attention was giving him a reason to be better, try harder, make you smile. It was making him stronger; just like the sun did.

“Poor girl. She’s so noble, she thinks she’s the problem. She thinks her pleasure isn’t important and she’s not worth the trouble.” Cat said as she looked at you with a pout, Lois and Clark turning to set their eyesight on you too and you felt the attention redden your ears, both you and Steve turning to them. They all waved innocently and Steve waved back, flattered. You didn’t even consider they were looking at you.

“Do you think she was lying to me? Is it my fault?” Clark said as he turned back around and Cat sighed, clicking her heels onto the ground as she found the right words.

“I don’t think she’s lying. I don’t know- Lois, is he good in bed?” Lois choked on her snack once again, Clark couldn’t be redder. They had a one month fling- slept together twice before they both realized the attraction was mostly out of respect for each other’s work and great writing chemistry, not physical or emotional. Lois gulped and looked at you, as if she felt guilty about having even kissed Clark when you were such a better match. If only you had gotten here earlier. She looked back at Clark and saw him fiddling and nervous. She knew how much he liked you, she probably knew before he even did. He wanted help, that took guts to ask.

“Jesus- I mean, yeah. Sure. I finished. You were nice. And she likes you much more than I ever did, that helps. I don’t think it’s particularly you.” Clark nodded like he was thankful for the answer, knowing one of the only other three woman he had slept with had faked it would have done irreparable damage to his confidence.

“Good! So it’s not you.”

“Maybe she’s not comfortable with me- or with herself. Maybe it’s that.” He repeated the speech he heard on your show last night.

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s true- doesn’t mean you can’t try though. Try, pull out all the tricks, focus on her. Ask her. She’s an over sharer; she’ll love that shit.”

“Yeah, do everything. Do all the things.” He whispered to himself, both girls frowning at his weird self assurance.

“Honey bee, can I ask you something?” Clark asked the following day, over lunch on the roof of the daily planet as you tried to shovel your spaghetti into your mouth without making a mess.

“That one’s new.” You said at the nickname, smiling at him and nodding for him to go on.

“It’s about you, you know- what you said about not being able to cum.” You shrunk your eyes at him as you chewed, like you were upset he was bringing it up.

“Clark, I told you it’s not your fault-“

“I know! I know, I get that. It’s just- like, never?” He asked, one hand coming to your knee as he sat in front of you and you rolled your eyes.

“Not never. Sometimes, when I’m on top. Or when I masturbate. That’s why I said no one can make me cum, I can make myself cum.” Good, so there was hope. You had finished during sex, even if it was from your own doing.

“And do you think it’s because you’re not comfortable enough?” Clark said and you seemed to actually thinking about it, putting your fork inside your tupperware.

“No. I was with my ex, my first boyfriend, for almost four years, I’d think I was pretty comfortable with him.”

“Well, I didn’t know that. Four years? Wow.” He mumbled the last part. You had two relationships before Clark, you said. A long one and shorter one, the most recent that ended with cheating after 4 months. He never thought to ask about the first one. You were with some asshole who couldn’t make you cum for four years. He had convinced you it was definitely a you problem- meaning surely he was very convincing or you had tried many, many times. Who was this dude? Batman? Wait. What if he actually was?

“And he did try. Sometimes. And you made me feel good, I felt safe and loved and wanted, Clark. I’m not lying to you.” You pleaded, feeling a scared that you were honestly hurting his confidence or taking too much of his head space with this.

“And have you ever squirted?”

“What’s that?” You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes at him to get him to turn into a nervous mess.

“It’s when you, um- when women-“

“I was kidding, Clark. I know what it is. I don’t know? Maybe? I think so but maybe it was just pee.” Clark laughed finally, head falling down as he heard you laugh too and put your hand over his, squeezing it.

“I’m still gonna try, though.” Clark admitted as he looked back up at you and you smiled, blushing when you thought about it.

“Sure, Superman.”

He was being creepy, of course he was. He was jealous and obsessed. Whatever. He just wanted to know. Know more about your past, who you were before you two met and the people who had stolen your heart before he got the chance. He knew the last one, some sleazy dude named Michael that was in a band and had been cheating on you for most of the time. You got over him fast and deleted his contact the same day. He wasn’t the object of his obsession. It was the first one.

That’s why Clark opened the yearbook that was in your bookshelf. You only had two, the first and the last one and he wouldn’t be able to tell anything from the first one. He knew you were together from 17 to 20 and you met at school. So, he had to be there, right? Clark looked through the pictures that would have you in them, and there you were, a closed lipped smile that wasn’t like the one he saw nowadays, teethy and real. You were still so precious. He flipped through the pages of the graduating class as he tried to identify the culprit, but there were no compromising pictures. Nothing that told him anything. He finally he went through the personal pages, where each person had a space to put any pictures and dedications they wanted. He found you in some, people complimenting your sense of humor and kindness. He’d wholeheartedly agree.

Finally, he reached what he was looking for. Some dude, Dean (not Batman), admittedly good looking, had a picture with you where he was kissing your cheek. You weren’t smiling, Clark knew you hated those types of pictures that looked planned and with people all over you. He would never make you pose like that. Point for Clark. Clark browsed fast to look for your name in his words, and there he found it. The words that followed were sickeningly sweet; about how much he appreciated you and how he’d never regret you being the first woman he loved. Oh, point for Dean. Well, sort of. You were definitely the first woman he felt this strongly for, an actual requited and real love. Not his longing for girls who never worked out. But Clark wasn’t the first man you loved. It was Dean. Dean who made typos like they paid him for it. Dean who had you for so long, not him. He quickly flipped through pages, skimming the messages until he found your page. It was so you, organized and sweet. Funny when you could, touching all the time. You had no pictures with Dean, just your friends and family. Smart.

“Hey, did you find the recipe?” You asked as you walked out of your room, having changed out of your work attire and into a big shirt and shorts. You looked at was in his hands and smiled nervously.

“Ah, you pulled out the big guns.” You said and walked over to Clark, who led you to his lap and you let your legs hang beside his perpendicular, looking down at the page. His arm immediately went to your waist to keep you steady, the other still holding the heavy book that contained the glimpses of your life before Clark.

“Oh, gosh. Cringe. Ew, ew.” Clark laughed, shaking his head and kissing your cheek.

“No, it’s so sweet. You look so pretty, baby. I looked like a mess as a senior, barely into my body. You look like you.” He said and watched your expression change, opening your eyes and looking at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. And you have such a way with words, look at this one. So beautiful.” He pointed at the words you had dedicated to Dean, poetic and not too romantic. You laughed a little, glancing at Clark who you know wanted to see how you’d react. To see if there was still emotion there.

“I’d love to take credit for that, but I didn’t come up with that. That’s an Ariana Grande song. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, it’d be so sour. I’m hoping that everybody can experience what we have.” You sang along to the rythmn of the song, Clark’s smile growing.

“Cheeky. That would be a journalistic crime.” He shook you in his legs, making you gasp and hug him closer. He saw your hair fall besides your face and frame it perfectly, practically making him moan and put the yearbook aside because it didn’t matter once you were here.

“I just didn’t know what to write, nothing was coming up but it felt too mean to not say anything so… I just quoted Sweetener. People cooed and said I was so nice. Nobody noticed.” You confessed between laughs, wrapping your hands around his face cheeks and pulling him closer.

“Secret’s safe with me.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you and bringing the bitter taste of seeing your past self to a halt. You kissed for a couple of minutes, nothing but the slow sounds of Al Green’s Let’s Stay Together. You finally put an end to it when you ran out of breath, licking your lips to get every single drop of his love. You looked to your library and located the recipe book you were searching for.

“Aha! Get ready for the best nachos of your life.” You said and picked it up, leaving his lap and leading him to the kitchen.

“So… how’s the whole orgasm situation been?” Lois asked as she leaned next to Clark, a beer in hand and at the bar as she took a break from flirting with the bartender for free drinks. Clark looked around the crowded room, as if someone was hearing what he felt was a difficult situation.

“Not really going. Tried once last week and it’s like she got bored after a while, I don’t think she finds sex… fun. And I’ve been really busy with patrols this week.”

“Yeah, she said it was ‘okay’, like she just liked watching the other person feel good and that was enough.” Lois responded, making Clark turn to look at her with an open mouth.

“What? She’s an over-sharer, add a glass of wine and bam! I know the details of her first period. It’s a really funny story, actually, it was Halloween and-“

“I know that story. I’ve been with her drunk and she just told me she thought my hair smelled like lavender and she liked my calfs.” Was he not asking the right questions? He knew it would be more complicated to talk about it with him than with her, though.

“Jeez, she really likes you. You smell like… boy. Sweat and ego.” Clark rolled his eyes, tired of this pointless conversation with his coworker that honestly just made him feel worse. The bar wasn’t too crowded; they went for drinks today because Perry decided to give everyone half day on Friday because he needed to go do ‘something’. Creepy. It was barely 7 pm now, just gotten in and he’d left with you a kiss while you were talking to Cat about something you wanted to do with your hair and he accompanied Jimmy to get another drink. They stood side by side as the music changed and Jimmy came up to them with Cat.

“Brother, someone is all up in your turf.” Jimmy slapped Clark’s back, pointing to the furthest part of the bar where you were standing while someone talked to you. You looked a little overwhelmed, he could tell as you chipped at your nail polish and barely looked up.

“Yeah, I think they know each other. There’s some weird tension.” Cat added, her fruity drink in her hands as Clark shrunk his eyes and noticed your heart was beating fast and your hands were shaking a bit. This wasn’t someone you wanted to see. The man raised his hand, and you glanced at it, heart skipping a beat.

“Wow- you’re getting married?” You asked, interrupting him. He nodded and Clark took it as his cue to reach you, squeezing between the people before finally getting to you, your eyes seemingly softer and relieved as you saw him.

“Clark! Hi.” You said and the man turned to look at him, eyebrows slightly raised at shear statue and build of him. Clark put on hand on your hips, squeezing comfortably and he immediately felt your body relax, no more shaking or discomfort. He finally looked up at the man and even if he had changed throughout the years, he knew who it was. Oh, Clark knew exactly who he was. It was the doomed ex. The long term relationship you had while Clark couldn’t do a second date.

“Uhm, Clark, this is Dean. We know each other from- way back.” You said and Dean nodded, also seemingly uncomfortable now that Clark was intimidating him without even trying.

“High school and college. Well, we went to school together since Pre-K.” Your whole life, basically. Jesus. Point for Dean.

“Clark Kent. Nice to meet you.” Clark offered his free hand and Dean took it, shocked at the force of his shake.

“Oh, Clark Kent. You’re the one who interviews Superman. Yeah, I’ve read them. Really good.” Dean said, impressed as if he never thought he’d meet someone who’s words he has read, someone who knows Superman and is somehow in proximity to his high school sweetheart who went crazy after he left her.

“Thanks, dude.” He mumbles, glancing down at you while you seemingly had went into a shell of yourself again. Like he made you feel small and invisible just by being here.

“Is he cool? I’d think he was a little intimidating, right?”

“What do you think, honey? Is he intimidating?” Clark asked and you looked up, like you didn’t expect to be included in the conversation.

“Uh- not really. He’s tall and strong and all but his underwear makes him less… almighty.” Clark chuckled, he would agree. Dean laughed in shock, he’d never imagine you would know a superhero.

“Would you look at that, the girl who wouldn’t go with me to parties because she was intimidated by everyone now hangs out with Superman. Has writer friends. You’ve changed.” You bit on your tongue, you refused to let Clark see how easy it was for him to get a rise out of you, even after all these years. He was being catty, maybe even baiting Clark to see the real you. The insecure girl who’d avoid him for days when you saw him texting some other girl.

“Whatever, Dean. Nice to see you. I wish you the best with Ellie. You two are meant to be.” You said, sure and certain that would not win this time. He couldn’t keep winning.

“I don’t think you mean that.” He said with a smirk, like he knew it still bothered you. Clark was concerned to say the least. This man had you for 4 years? Your formative years? In college, where people slept around and had fun, you were in bed crying about this sleaze? How was he worthy of all your firsts, of all your tears and your devotion? Why couldn’t you meet Clark first? How did this dumbass convince you of your inability to enjoy sex?

“Right, we have to go back to our friends. C’mon, baby.” Clark cut the tension and pulled you closer to him, Dean’s face dropping like it had occurred to him you were dating.

“Nice to meet you, Clark.” He said, Clark looking down at the man and saying nothing as he led you away from him, the hand on your hip traveling down to your ass as you walked away. You smiled, looking up at him when that gesture made you giddy and warm, like it meant something that he wanted to claim you. He smiled back down to you, one kiss on your forehead.

“Hey, pretty lady. All good? You seemed upset.” Lois said, reaching out a hand to you and hugging you into her chest.

“Fine, just someone I didn’t want to see.” You mumbled against Lois and her really fancy smelling perfume, happy to be back here. Point for Clark. To have found people who seem to like you no matter what, to have a big hunk of a man, a Super man nonetheless, who cares so much about you.

“Okay! New bar?”

You and Clark decided to finish the night early, 11 pm and you were heading to his apartment hand in hand while the streets were still alive and windy. The cold wind had made your cheeks warmer in color and your nose was frozen, making you scrunch it every so often to feel it back to life. Clark would have gotten a cab so you wouldn’t be cold, but you’d said many times you loved the cold breeze

“Do you- do you wanna talk about it?” You said as you waited at a traffic light, looking up at him with a wandering eyes. You knew Clark was very interested in your dating life, particularly since he had little to none and that made him feel nervous. Like he still had so much to learn and experience when you already had. You had assured him it didn’t matter, you felt lucky to be there for him while he figured it out and promised eternal patience and understanding. That’s the thing though, he wanted to get it right. He didn’t want you to be forgiving and teach him, he wanted to be the man you needed.

“Uh- I mean, if you want to.”

“Yeah. Do you want to… know like the story?”

“Yes.” You nodded and crossed the street, squeezing his hand tighter as you looked down.

“Uh- so we started dating junior year. It was a little on and off. A couple of friends told me they had seen him with a girl over the summer, which was fine because there wasn’t anything going on with us. I asked him and he said it was nothing, just friends. And then we became official and it was good, mostly.” Clark nodded, following your tracks and how you were being honest and detailed as always. You kept walking, steps in sync.

“Went to college, same one. He kept being friends with that girl. Never met her or anything but I started noticing he was weird about it sometimes and we had a couple fights about her. And then things just… started to go bad for me. I just became like this really insecure person and … a mess. He didn’t help. We kept trying to make it work but eventually he broke up with me. We ended on good terms but the following week, he was already dating her. I was really mad that I was right, y’know? Either way, they are still together and getting married, apparently.” Clark nodded again, not saying anything like he was waiting for her to say anything else

“But I’ve gotten over it, I’ve changed! Like, you spend more time with Lois than me at work and I don’t say anything!” Well, now you did. You physically cringed, mouth shut close like you had just seen a horribly accident unfold. Clark cleared his throat; he had been so absorbed in his own jealousy that he hadn’t even considered you may feel similar seeing him with Lois every day.

“Oh, honey. I never judged you. I’m just- gosh. I am sad we didn’t meet earlier.” Clark said as he stopped by the front door of the building where his apartment was. You laughed, leaning towards him as he grabbed you by the waist and hugged you.

“Whatever. It led me to you.” You responded, muffled by his jacket and how you rested against his neck. Clark could feel the burden alleviate, of feeling intimidated by your past lovers and his lack of. It was as if every wrong turn and pain led you guys to each other. Clark leaned down to kiss you, you responded with ease, at first soft and loving before it turned hungrier, too much saliva and smacking sounds for being outside. He wouldn’t forget the image of you being surprised that he wasn’t leaving you out, ignoring you. He was different and he had all the eagerness to show you.

“Mmm, let’s go inside, baby.” You breathed out when he finally let you go, mouth placing hot, wet kisses along your jaw like there was a magnetic pull from his face to yours. He nodded and let you go for a minute, guiding you inside the building and leaving you alone for a whole two seconds in the elevator before pouncing on you again like a rubber band. You giggled, letting him pin you to the walls and thread his hands from your ass all the way down your thighs, squeezing your knees as his body basically twisted over you, head looking up, asking you without words to wrap your legs around him and let him carry you. You didn’t, stayed on with your legs straight like it didn’t even occur to you. That’s when Clark saw it. No one had ever swept you off your feet, let you be the receiver, the taker. You were always in control, and you thought it was your duty to give and give. That changed tonight.

“Honey girl, I want you to just let me… do everything today, okay?”

“Why? I like taking care of you. I said I’d make us hot chocolate.” Clark sighed, smiling at your sweet disposition.

“Because you always take care of me. I wanna take care of you, in every way. Okay?” You gulped, Clark never didn’t talk to you like you were the boss, like you had him at your disposal. Because he was, he was weak under your mouth and even the mention of your name, like a little kid getting told Santa Claus would know what he did wrong. But sometimes he needed to be a little firmer with you to get you let loose, and fuck, he already had you needing him all night. This was making you into a fountain.

“Yeah, okay.” The elevator opened and walked out with his hands around you as if you’d fall without him and honestly, you might just melt into the ground if he lets you go. He was quick to open the door around you, guiding you inside before picking you up with an arm under your knees and the other around your back, making you laugh. You dropped your purse and kicked off your shoes on the way, helping him start to get you undressed. He dropped you down with a thud that would have made you afraid if it wasn’t into his expensive mattress that felt like a cloud. He fixed himself on top of you, combing away the hair that fell on your face before kissing you again, like you tasted like honey and he wanted to discover if you tasted like this everywhere. Your lipstick had long faded against his face and your clothes suddenly felt heavy, too heavy on your body and you wanted your jeans off, your blouse was useless when it made a barrier between you and him.

“You were so hot back there.” You looked at him out of breath when your mouths separated as he worked on kicking his shoes off.

“When?”

“When you were mean to Dean. I’ve never seen you be mean.” He smiled as he kissed down your neck, smiling against your skin as his hands travelled below your blouse. He was really a multitasker.

“He was being mean to you.” He said like it was a fact that he would not stand for that. And you knew.

“Didn’t really care, I was kind of just working on not jumping your bones.” As soon as Clark looked down at you like he knew you didn’t want to be there and he wanted to make it clear you were his, Dean’s offensive goodbye faded.

“I wouldn’t have minded.” Clark responded, making you smirk. Clothes quickly started flying off, carefully taken off your body in between kisses and rugged hands making soft touches. You were so winded from his attention, there was no reaction other than basically purring in delight.

Your bra was being pulled from your chest when you reacted again, Clark groaning at the sight even if he had already seen them a couple of times. His hands were squeezing them like it was his duty, softly needing before ending at the tip, rolling your nipples between his fingers. His tongue quickly followed, swirling around your sensitive buds and biting it, your back arching against him begging for more.

“Fuck.” You breathed, mostly to yourself.

“Good?”

“Yeah.” You said as he switched to the other, licking like he was testing his tongue was working right. It really fucking was.

“Honey, are you comfortable?” Like it was checklist, Clark was going to get it right. You shrunk your eyes, nodding.

“Obviously.”

“Not nervous or anything?”

“I mean, a little now.” Clark shook his head, mumbling 'sorry' as you tried not to giggle at him.

“Do you want to try like touching yourself? You can cum like that so-“

“Clark, are you Off Campus-ing me?” His mouth dropped, confused since you’d been asleep when all that happened and he thought you wouldn’t know.

“You were asleep.” You finally giggled, hands wrapped around his arms that had stayed still at the sides of your hips, ready to get rid of your underwear.

“I caught up. It’s sweet, baby, but I think I’d be too self aware.” He nodded, you reached his face to be able to kiss his neck, distracting him for a second as you nibbled on his skin.

“Okay. Can I- can I try again? With my mouth this time?” Clark asked, the last time he had tried with only his fingers where he thought you’d get the most stimulation and even though you withered and got his hand soaking, after a while you asked to stop and just have sex, which again didn’t make you cum.

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” You gave him a small smile, like you didn’t mind but weren’t convinced it would work.

“Get naked first. Wanna see you.” He stepped away fast, stumbling on his own shoes as he tried to get rid of his t-shirt and got stuck with the fabric over his arms.

“Jesus- are you okay?” You laughed, sitting up as you watched him struggle to get it off and keep his balance. He finally stood up straight and got it off, jeans flying off and his underwear fell with relief. He had been straining since downstairs, his cock jumped up against his stomach and it distracted you as you saw it twitch begging for attention. You lifted a hand as he came back close, but he smacked it away and kneeled on the bed, pushing you against the headrest and opening your legs. His mouth basically watered at the sight, saliva threatening to spill from his mouth as he lifted your thighs and gave himself a better look, all the folds and skin between your legs being perfect and begging him to come closer.

“If you get tired or anything, don’t worry about it.” You said, resting on your forearms as you looked at him and gave the most forgiving look you could as if you were expecting it.

“I won’t."

“But if you do.” He licked his lips and glanced up at you with a squint, warning you to stop underestimating him.

“I won’t. Just relax and tell me what feels good.” You were going to respond before he dipped his head at the apex of your legs and used his thumbs to spread you apart, blowing ice cold on your wetness.

“You’re so wet. This all for me?”

“I told you it was hot, you were hot all day. When you licked ketchup off your thumb at lunch I almost fanned myself.” He laughed, looking at you cheeky smirk and shaking his head. His thumb rubbed sure circles on your clit, gaining a shudder. Your wetness was dripping from you, you smelled like pheromones and delight to the point it was making him dizzy. He licked up from below your opening up to your clit, collecting everything he could and let it dance on his tongue before removing his thumb and replacing it.

He licked soft at first, rhythmic, firm strokes. Up and down, left and right, in circles. He tried it all on your puffy bundle of nerves, enjoying the pressure the stiffness brought to his muscle. You hummed, head falling back and tried to focus on the feeling and relax. On contrary to popular belief, you did want someone to make you orgasm. You were just resentful and carried low expectations to avoid being let down. And if anyone deserved it, it would be Clark and his complete devotion to making you swoon. He liked you. He loved you. He wanted you.

“Feels good, but I think I need more.” Clark smiled, nodding. It was good that you were helping him instead of being too inactive to give feedback. He once again pressed your lips open, looking at your pulsating pussy begging for his attention. He rubbed your hole, spreading the wetness before shoving the thumb inside and twisting it upwards to press into the spongy spot inside you which he could do because his fingers were huge. You nodded in encouragement, lifting your hips to meet his movements and rolling them back and forth.

“So pretty, baby. That’s it. Take what you need. We’ll get there.” It was we now. This was about you two, not a you problem. Hot. Really fucking hot. He took your labia into his mouth, playing with it and pulling on it softly, making the stretch of the skin show how excited you were for him to prove you wrong. Clark wrapped his lips around your clit, licking up with tiny strokes before he sucked on it real sweet. You let out a surprised gasp, looking down at him like he preforming some sort of Kryptonian sorcery you never thought was possible. Oh sweet, innocent princess. Seems like you had also saved some firsts for him.

"Oh, shit. That-" You squeezed your eyes in shock as the waves of pleasure flowed through your body, the dual stimulation making your hands clench in fists. Clark glanced up at you every so often, hungry for your reactions and moans. It was making you feel like never before, so on the edge and relaxed at the same time you were almost becoming sure Clark was going to land his goal. His mouth became a machine for you, sucking hard in intervals where he flicked quickly with the tip of his tongue. You whined and clenched on his thumb, that pressed upwards when he could.

"Baby, I think it's working. It's almost there- there, there. Fuck, don't stop." You encouraged, opening your eyes to see your boy giving you the dirtiest, most lovesick look. He was hoping for reward and compliments, telling him he was doing good by you. He was making his girl doubt her own beliefs with his skills and love.

"Fuck, Clark, yes, please- Gonna-" Your mouth fell open and a low moan spilled at the orgasm overtook you. It was fast, came without much warning as the band snapped in your belly and it flooded your senses with the most indescribable release. Clark kept going with his fingers, replacing with mouth in a millisecond to breathe out praises.

"So sweet, baby. Good girl, you're so good. There we go, I knew you could do it." His fingers gave no rest as they pet you inside and out, your clit being stimulated without hesitance to drag out the orgasm.

"Clark, I think it's gonna happen again. I feel- it's so much. God, what is that?" You clawed at his shoulders, pulling him closer to you and holding him desperately like you didn't know what was happening and needed shelter. He laughed in delight against your cheek, switching his fingers inside you to put the longest ones inside you and fuck against your g-spot with no mercy, thumb replacing the flicking of your clit.

"That's it, hun. Make a mess, show me how good you are for me. Show me I'm different from the others. I can make you scream." And scream you did. It was high pitched and wretched, your body betraying what you thought you knew about yourself. Your nails pushed into the skin on his back as your exhilarated pussy gushed around his hand. Clark dropped his head to look at the meeting of your bodies and how his hand was working restlessly to pull every drop, every moan, every smile from you. You looked like a dream cumming on him, face so blissed out it was lost and your pussy clenching, legs twitching in reaction.

"That's so beautiful, you're gorgeous. So creamy and wet." His words were ridiculous in your mind; you couldn't look good right now moving like you're possessed. You tapped out when the second high finally started to fade, Clark pulling fully away and starting to kiss your face with delight. You were trying to catch your breath when he led you onto your back to regain forces, chest going up and down. His hands, both wet and not, caressed your still shaking thighs with velvety touches.

"I didn't think my body could do that." Clark laughed, so in love with the moment and you. At how you were discovering new things about yourself because he helped you.

"See? Wait till you cum on my cock too." He teased, making you look down at how he was still rock hard, even harder than before, and dripping like it would take him three strokes inside you to spill.

"Yeah? Show me." Clark didn't need further instructions when he spread your legs again and led himself into your wet, relaxed walls. It was heaven, a groan leaving him mouth with how much your body was agreeing with him. Like you were made for each other.

"Sweetheart, you're so perfect. I love you."

"I love you." He started moving with ease, hips synchronized with his heartbeat. The squelch of the wetness, the heat from your pussy. The sheer smell of sex, fluids and sweat, his sheets drenched and filled with you. Your soft whines as you grabbed onto his arms and whispered 'I love you's. It was all creating the perfect moment in his mind. It would replace the insecurities, the past life and the other man he thought he couldn't compete with. Because it wasn't a competition, fuck a point system. It was about love and lust and helping each other come into the perfect pair.

"I didn't think I'd ever know this comfort, this love. It's divine." You were already feeling close again, the fullness of his dick was so unbelievably wonderful you forgot about everything else. He smiled, leaning down to kiss you and picking up his pace with his mouth against yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. You were melting into one, you thought. You could never part from this moment. You would, because there was work and he needed to save the world and you needed to feed the squirrel from the tree outside your apartment. But right now, the moment was infinite and celestial.

"That better not be an Ariana Grande song."