Your Obedient Servant
Pairing: alpha!Clark Kent x omega!Reader Word Count: 6.9k words Warnings: NSFW, smut, wtf is a blot?, typical omegaverse themes (heats, knotting, scent glands/scenting, biting, licking (very specifically as its own thing), scratching, growling (etc.), breeding, alpha voice, and surprise omega voice!), referring to babies as pups/puppies, dubious consent bc of being in heat jic), overstimulation, size kink, fingering, oral (f!receiving, double knotting because surprise!, Clark has two knots and a huge dick, multiple orgasms, "aftercare" (they talk), Clark is pathetic as usual, excessive amount of pet names, reader cosplays as a twinkie... A/N: This took too long to write only because I had a lot more to say than I thought I did um. Yeah I was up one day thinking about Clark being an alpha and then got hit with the brilliant image of Clark with two knots as one does (i need a lobotomy)
âI know, sweet girl, but trust me, you'll be glad for it soon.â
Clark's voice is a purr in your ear. His hulking body eclipses yours, this tiny thing beneath him. He's got your knees nearly bent to your ears as he holds you in half, one strong hand keeping you pinned easily. His muscles don't even flex in trying to do it. He remains completely unaffected by your squirming, and that alone is furthering the haze of your mind. His fingers plunge in and out of you in a mess of sopping wet sounds and sobbing whines that have his skin kissed a pretty red and his breaths a little too thick to be truly unaffected.
This heat had really hit you out of nowhere. Well, that's not true. You were expecting it, and you had prepared for it. The unexpected part was waking up to a heat in your veins that was so strong, you thought they may be searing under your skin. Your hips were already desperately grinding against your arm when your eyes opened and you realized what was happening. The bed was soaked with your sweat and heat. Now it's soaked with sweat, heat, slick, and so, so much more in the mess of your pleasure.
Your poor neighbor Clark had come home after work and was immediately knocked over with the intensity of your smell just walking near to your room. He's reassured you that he's the only one who can smell itânot that your brain is put together enough to care about anything other than the overwhelming scent of him; like the warm summer wind blowing through a cornfield, a fire in the distance, earthy and real.
He feels so badâyou're without a mate to help you, this heat is too intense to handle with toys, and you just sounded so, so sad when he finally made the decision to check on you. The way you looked at him, your face wet with tears and sweat, your skin rich with warmth, your eyes a glassy haze that hurts him with the amount of empathy heâs flooded with at the sight of. You're in so much pain, had said so when you made this weak little plea.
âAlpha, please. Help me, I n-need you so bad.â A sob has your ribs shaking. You look like you'll melt into the bed, surrendering to the heat. âH-hurts so m-much. SâlikeâŚâm on fire. F-feel likeââ Clark only comes closer, so choked up that he has to take your face in his hands and wipe your cheeks of their tear streaks. âFeels sâlike âm gonna die, alpha. Pl-ease help me.â
Clark's heart hurts. You have no one else to take care of you, and you're hurting so bad. He wants to help you, he really does, but he's so worried he'll hurt you, too. He's not exactly made for humansâŚ
But you've chosen him. He's lucky you didn't attack him the moment he'd come to the door. Omegas in heat, especially one this strong, are to be treated very cautiously. You wouldn't be able to hurt him, no, but he doesn't want you to feel threatened in any way.
Instead, you'd begged him to take you himself. âHelp me,â you'd said. And how was heâClark Kent, Superman, the Hero of Metropolis, a man who wanted nothing more than to serveâsupposed to deny a cry for help so personal and delicate?
So he's spent the last hour doing nothing but making you cum over and over and over again. He rubs your clit, laps at your pussy like it will quench his thirst, drives his thick fingers so deep inside of you that you're already stretching around him and seeing stars.
You're trembling beneath him like a leaf in a fierce wind. Clark whispers and purrs and coos at you as he brings you to unspeakable heights again and again. He says, âYou're so pretty, honeyâ, and âJust like that, good girlâ, and âI'm here, let it all go fâme, prettyâ, and âGonna make it better. Promise.â That Midwestern drawl is just thickened enough in his frenzied state that all of his âhoneyâs and âsweetheartâs and any other sweet nothings (or everythings) make your gushing that much worse.
The sheets are completely ruined. If a noise complaint hasn't been filed by this point, it's still devastatingly early to earn the title of worst new neighbor. You've been here barely a month, and you already have a reputation. There are a plethora of other issues building as you go, but the worst part of it all is that you really don't fucking care. You're too busy whining under Clark with a lack of dignity that must be canceled out, or you would never be able to earn it back for even a day. âAlpha, need you in me. Pleaseâuhngâgod, n-needâŚpups. Need your puppies so bad, alpha.â
He's dizzy and losing it. âCan't say things like that,â he chokes. âCan'tâCan't think when you⌠Gosh, honey.â You suck his fingers in your pussy like you never intend for them to leave. Clark struggles to compose himself so he can try to get his thoughts in order (which is a difficult thing to do when heâs still licking the taste of you off his lips).
You don't relent. You're needy and delirious, and the only thing you can think clearly about right now is the fact that you need him like you've never needed anything in your life.
âBreed me, alpha,â you plead, your hips squirming to get closer to him.
He bends down to kiss your forehead, cooing breathily in your ear. âI'm not sure I should⌠You don't⌠I'm gonna be too much for you.â
You shake your head. âNo,â you sob, impatient now. âNeed you. Only want y-you, no one else, alpha. Please, I-I can be good. Be your good omega.â
Clark thinks he's going to pass out if you keep talking to him this way. He's flared and solid, leaky where he's trapped in his boxers. He grinds his hips down into the bed, and he can smell his scent catching in the clothes and pillows and fabrics stuffed in your meticulously built nest. You've already ripped his shirt off his body, which left him entirely stunned, and added it to the mix.
Your scents are binding together. He's trying hard not to actually mark you, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with every moaned âalphaâ.
âYou're my perfect omega, sweetheart,â he promises. âButââ
When you sniffle, his gaze snaps down to you with a razor-sharp quickness. He watches tears begin to flow down your face like fountains, no longer overstimulated but pained. Your heart squeezes in your chest, your lungs become so tight and heavy. Clark hates himself for ever doing that to you.
âYou don't want me,â you croak, breaths watery. You hiccup, your walls still clamping down where his fingers have stilled inside of you. âI'm no good for youâyou don't like me.â
He shakes his head like it's the only way to save your life. He pulls his fingers from you, trying to soothe you with a kneading palm to your side. âNo, sweetheart. I do like you. I like you so much. I justââ
âNo, no, no,â you shake, pain searing your veins. Your head is pounding with the rejection, sharpening your bones to pierce flesh. âY-you don'tâdon't want me. Mâsorry, alpha, wantedâŚto be good for you. Iââ
He cuts you off with a kiss that makes your lungs quiver uncontrollably in your chest. The rising pain cools enough to calm your agonized sniffling. He holds you warm and close, unconsciously grinding his hips into your leg.
âShh,â he purrs in your ear, this deep, tumbling sound that soothes the riling in your gut and beneath your skin. It gives you some room to breathe, your mind fuzzy with him and his security. âI'm gonna make it better, omega.â The happy sound that slips from the back of your throat is something akin to a chirp, eased but still needy. âBut you gotta promise to do as I say. Okay?â
You nod, watching him through watery eyes. âPromise, alpha. Promise.â
He nods, swallowing down his fear in order to help you the way you need. He's not going to let you suffer like this. He needs you to be okay (and he's secretly thrilled you chose him), but he won't be able to help you if he's worrying himself sick about hurting you with just the way he is.
âGonna make it better,â he repeats, more to himself than to you. Like he's reminding himself, like he's setting his goal so he won't get distracted and stray.
You stare blurry-eyed at his face, still a little dazed by the depth and the smooth tone of his alphaâs voice. You don't see him free himself from his confines or stroke a giant palm over his long and thick cock. You don't look until the choked grunt he gives us echoing against your chest.
Oh, what the fuck.
So that's what he meant when he spoke about being âtoo much for youâ. He's big, and he's thick, and your mouth waters at the dribble of precum leaking steadily from the tip of him. His insistence on making you cum so many times to stretch you out suddenly made a whole lot of sense.
Because he's not just huge. He's double-knotted.
At the base of his cock is one thick knot that will offer the most delicious stretch. And underneath that? An even thicker knot, almost scary with the way it pulses desperately, needing so badly to feel the glorious hug of your tight little cunt.
You don't realize you've begun to whine until he's kissing all over your face in an overwhelmed reassurance. âSâokay, omega. We'll take it slow, and you don't have to take⌠um, both of them. I'll only give you as much as you want, okay?â
Your reply is a shaky thing. âWant you, alpha. I need you.â
Clark has to look away before his restraint continues to leak out of his skin. He muffles a groan into the skin of your neck. You gasp when his tongue is flicking over your scent glands, a deep sigh releasing itself from your chest.
âOpen up for me, sweetie,â he says, his voice just a little deeper than intended. It once again nudges that need within you to comply, to surrender to him so that he can do what he needs to do. Your legs spread farther apart immediately. He hooks one hand beneath your knee, presses it down until he's got you half-folded beneath him.
You whine his name, and he soothes you with another lick. He can't help but to hum at the taste, sweet and heady and intoxicatingly you.
The head of his cock slides between your drenched folds, coating himself in your slick as he bites back moans and growls. When he begins to sink into you, your mouth goes slack with every inch dragging along your walls, every ridge stretching you out wider and wider. You're too delirious to think to acknowledge that he was definitely right about spending so much time prepping you before.
Your legs are uselessly trembling before he's even half way. He dips down and captures your mouth with his, keeps the both of you steady with the comforting swipe of his tongue along your bottom lip.
When the swell of his knot stops him from going any farther, two long, deep moans shudder out of the both of you and into the heated air. You go sort of limp beneath him, like all of the pain and tension is being released from your body in a steady unwinding.
Clark lingers there, pulled back just enough to be able to cradle your face in his hands. He watches you with focus, holds you with reverence. His hands are shaking with the force of his restraint as he channels his energy into taking care of you.
âThatâs it,â he coos. âDoinâ so good for me, omega. Let me take care of you, just like this.â
You mewl at him, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. He bends down and kisses you again, lets you find comfort in it until you're whining for him to move.
He takes it real slow. He draws his hips back, watches your face for any sign of pain, listens to every little heartbeat. When he's guiding himself back into you, your hands fly up to claw at his sides. He lets out a relieved sigh when he's confirmed it was only out of a need to hold him and not from any pain.
He does this for a while. Drags his thick cock along the flutter of your pussy, clenching his jaw hard as his thighs tense up and his breath holds itself in his lungs.
âAlpha,â you whimper in his ear. âMore. Need more.â
He goes to shake his head, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks. âShh, honey⌠Trying not to hurt you.â
You're not hearing it. You don't need his restraint, you need him to make the pain and the heat go away. You need him to soothe the ache and to let yourself succumb to the pleasure. âPlease? I'll be a good girl, I promise.â
âI know you will.â He kisses your forehead twice, and then presses one to your lips. âI know you will, butââ
âPlease, alpha. Please, please, please, please, pleaseâŚâ You don't stop, repeating yourself over and over again, interrupted only by sharp breaths and needy moans.
Clark knows he won't win, so he decides he'll give you what you want and just be even more careful about it. He won't hurt you. He can do that.
He huffs. âPromise you'll tell me if it's too much?â You're not entirely listening. Your plea is still a murmured phrase under your breath, your eyes closed tight and your pussy clamping down on him. His voice drops to that rumbling sound again, stopping you entirely from your muttering and making you look up at him again. He hates to do it, but if it's the only way to get you to focus, he will.
âPromise me, omega.â You make this tiny sound in the back of your throat, not nearly loud enough to be a chirp but too short to be a whine. âPromise me you'll tell me if it's too much.â
You nod quickly, your body obeying even when your mind is still too frantic to keep up. âPromise. I promise, I promise.â
He nods, still stroking your temples with the gentlest touch. He takes a breath and tightens his hold on the back of your knee where he's got it bent near your shoulder. âOkay,â he says to himself, a little sound under his breath as he prepares himself. You're already so, so warm and so, so wet and so, so tight. He's got to focus or this will all be over a little bit too soon, and he really doesn't want to ruin it. He wants to help you, to make you feel better.
And maybeâŚconvince you to keep him when the fog has cleared and you arenât being so driven by instinct.
The moment he starts moving, you're desperately grabbing at his sides and throwing your head back, bearing your neck to him like you're begging him to take a bite out of you.
âOh, gosh,â he pants. You feel too good. You're hugging his cock so tight, sputtering his name over and over again as he noses along flushed skin.
One of your hands comes up to hold the side of his neck. He looks down at you, your eyes bleary, tilting his chin up when you move his head. He groans under your lips as you begin to kiss along his throat. You can taste the vibrations of his lovely sounds as it echoes through your tongue and into the warmth of your chest. His head goes fuzzy when your tongue darts out to lick at his own scent glands.
He feels irreparably dizzy. You lap at his neck like it's dripping honey, wrap your lips around him and kiss and suck until he's nearly forgotten to take it easy. He doesn't realize he's begun keenly fucking into you until he registers the way your moans have climbed, wet and whiny. Your heart is pounding so much in your chest, a relentless, arhythmic beat that would worry him more if you weren't still messily licking at his neck. Your mouth has gone slack and your hands are useless in trying to hold on to something, but you're sucking him in like a cure.
âDo you like that?â he huffs, grinding his hips so deep that you lose breath to answer. âDoes that feel better, omega? You just needed to be stuffed nice and full, huh?â He doesn't know what he's saying. He just knows that saying it is making you whine and clench around him, so he isn't going to stop.
âYes, yes, feels so good!â You relish in the feeling of his heavy body leaning over you, enough weight holding you down to keep you sated. Your hands grab hastily at his sides, pulling his body close to yours with an urgency that has him huffing into the air. âPlease donât stop. You feel so good.â
âWonât stop, honey.â He gasps when you suck on his glands, tonguing at them until heâs utterly breathless. âDoinâ so good for me, my good omega.â
Your moans only grow louder. His praise, his attention, the hulking mass of his body, the scent of him swirling around in your brain until youâre intoxicated with itâitâs making it so difficult to keep up as you whimper mindlessly beneath him. You feel so good. Youâre happy to submit yourself to him as he spoils you.
Clark shifts your leg, opening you up even more for him as he presses himself even closer inside of you. The feeling of his thickness stretching you out, reaching so deep that you can feel the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix with every single thrust up into you, is a dizzying pleasure that you struggle to breathe around. And still you beg for more.
His hand trails your chest, the wide expanse of it grabbing and kneading and stroking with the touch that can only be described as reverent. He moans when you squeeze around his cock, kisses your forehead every time you give an aching âalphaâ. Every thrust becomes more and more impassioned as he rubs your nipples and watches every shift in your face as the pleasure continues to pull you under.
The heat of his palm travels farther down your body until heâs holding on to the meat of you at the cusp of your thigh and hip. He squeezes fondly, hisses when you answer with the accidental scrape of your incisors at his throat, the ache in your jaw longing to bite down on him, to take him for yourself like heâs taking you. It takes a tremendous amount of restraint in the mess of heat and drunkenness that clouds your mind like a thick fog not to just claim him right here and now.
When his thumb is stroking your clit again, youâre a goner. You bury your head in the fluff of a pillow beneath your head, mewling a high-pitched sound as he connects his mouth to your throat once more. You taste like sugar on his tongue, the sweetest thing heâs ever had the privilege to have all to himself. You open up even more for him, and he takes the opportunity to slot even closer into the space of your body.
Youâre pressed so closely together that itâs hard to believe there was ever a time that you were never touching. You flutter around him, already so devastatingly close to the edge that your hips are messily grinding up to meet his in a blind pursuit of it. âOh, fuck. Iânâgonna cum again. A-alpha!â
It hits you sooner than you expect. You gush around him, white flashing behind your eyes as your cunt clamps down on the broad stretch of him. You cry out his name, wrapping your arms tight around him. Clark clenches his jaw so tight at the delicious sting of your nails clawing into his back like youâre trying to imprint yourself into his skin.
âGood girl, good girl,â he groans into your throat, licking and kissing at the exposed flesh bared to him. His hips snap even harder into you, not entirely aware but too engrossed in the sounds of your moans to keep from doing it again and again and again.
Youâre still trembling in the high of your orgasm, limbs locked, back arched, head fuzzy with pleasure, but the continued stroking of the rough pad of his thumb on your clit and the grinding of his cock inside of you is too much. Your toes barely scrape the solid surface of the ground before youâre sent into another awesome orgasm that only has your drenched pussy sucking him in tighter.
âAlphaalphaalpha, yes! F-fuck, IâOh!â
Clark chokes when his first knot slips into you in the middle of his grinding. He drops his head in the heat and sweat of your neck as his orgasm catches him by surprise. Your cry is silent, mouth hung open and eyes closed shut. Your body shakes like a leaf beneath him, pinned and filled and the best it has ever felt. He grinds helplessly into the warm, wet embrace of your cunt as it grips him tight. He spills into you with a gutted sound and quickly turns his head, sinking his teeth into the meaty palm of his free hand to keep from burying them in the tempting column of your bared throat.
Tears spring to your eyes and cloud your vision at the deliciously overwhelming feeling building in you, and still you take every thrust, every spurt, every high in stride, drowned in so much pleasure that the orgasm has no hope in easing your mind into a slow but steadying clarity. Your moans get stuck in your throat, your breath stutters, and a fundamental part of you shakes. You donât know if itâs a switch flicking on or off, but itâs intense and it's deep.
You donât come all the way back down. Clark huffs, cock still sensitive and twitchy and plugged inside of you. His slowing pace has nerves in your thighs kicking. You pull him in a bit, a pitchy chirp rising from your throat as you shake your head. âM-more.â The sweetness of your voice infects him until he's accidentally bucking into you.
He tries to catch his breath, arms flexing at either side of your head, his body blocking your view of the rest of the world. If you werenât still so delirious from your heat, the big, broad frame of his chest and shoulders would be more intimidating. But right now, it just makes you want him that much more.
âGotta,â he hums, âgotta slow down⌠You canât take all of this at once.â He presses kisses into your hair, smells you in deep pulls of air.
You nod anyway, just grabbing at him more. âI can,â you whisper, almost a squeak of a sound. âNeeda make you feel good, alpha. I can take it.â
One of his hands comes down to pet your head, his thumb stroking your temple tender as he scratches dull nails against your scalp. âI do feel good. Youâre being such a good omega.â Despite himself, his hips jerk when a rush of pleasure makes you flutter around him, only hugging him tighter. He nearly growls, blind-sided. âYou donâtâŚhave to take all of me.â
You huff, the whiny edge to your need turning with frustration. You huff at him, cast him this indignant look as your hands grab at his neck to pull him down to you. Your scent only warms against his face and makes the scorching red of his skin all over his body all the worse.
âLet me. Let me take it.â Your hips start rolling up into him, an instinctual movement more than a calculating one. You kiss him deep, drowning him in the taste of you before youâre pulling his neck back to your mouth to suck again. You drown in the scent of him until a triumphant yelp falls out of you when heâs sucking and tonguing on your throat and collarbones like your skin is infused with ambrosia.
You whimper and sigh as he loses himself in you. âMore, alpha. Need you.â
Clark would like to say he has more control than this, but itâs difficult to do that when you speak to him like this. Itâs this tender sound, a cross between a coo and a purr. It strokes a need in him to give to you anything you desire, to serve you and protect you and keep you happy. Itâs cheating, but he supposes he had to do the same before to get you calm enough to let him help you.
Heâs accidentally bucking his hips up into you before he even realizes it. Heâd gone to shush you again, to distract you so he could get you to maybe rest for a bit, but already half buried in you, and your greedy pussy is still trying to take more.
Clark grips your other leg and hoists it over his shoulder, folding you in half with a grunt. He watches you, his breath thick, his muscles shaking. Youâre so small and so soft and youâre looking at him like you need him to breathe. He dwarfs you, with broad shoulders and hands and everything, and yet the only thing in your eyes is a raw, pure need for him to stay.
Thereâs a soft glow around you that heâs pretty sure is some sort of enchantment that has utterly charmed him, molded his brain to know nothing but the way you taste on his tongue, the way you smell when youâre flushed, the way you whole body shudders in time with his every time you come undone beneath him.
âSay my name,â he whispers before he realizes heâs whispered.
Your eyes are still hazy, still a little too raw where the heat refuses to ease. You keen, âAlpha, please. Please.â
He shakes his head, almost grumbles. âNo,â he says, not without fondness. âSay my name, honey.â
âClark,â you sigh, breathy and high. A softness in you melts in your eyes, and then over your skin like the honey he claims you to be. âWant you, Clark. Iââ
His hips buck into you with more force than youâre expecting, and you cry out beneath him at the pleasure that blossoms and blooms across your body like a bouquet of the softest flowers. He muffles a broken moan into your mouth, your lips sloppy as you aim less for a kiss and more for any kind of contact you can get.
He holds you still, pinned down beneath him. He tugs you on his knot, the thick of it rubbing tightly against your walls and making you gasp for a breath of air. His muscles flex with every effort to be careful with you. You're rare goods, he'll be damned if he mishandles you in any way.
Clark presses his thumb back to you clit and is startled by how much you feel like youâve opened up, a guttural sound coming from deep in your chest as he slots that much deeper into you.
âSo wet for me, pretty girl,â he coos. His hips roll against you. It presses the knot of him into you with pressure more than glide. When he pulls back, he doesn't pull back. And when he pushes in, he drives forward. His hips are nearly flush with you and aching to be closer. âMy sweet omega.â He says it like a desperate truth being plied from his soul.
 He takes care in applying constant pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves perched between soft lips. You squirm beneath him, unable to get far with the weight of him on top of you but in no way even thinking to. He catches your lips, a wanton need licking into your mouth. When he drops his head back down to the warm crevice of your neck and shoulder, his tongue grazing your leaky scent glands has you rolling your head back onto the plush beneath you with a depraved, guttural sound chokes in your throat.
All of these sensations are so much. The licking, the stroking, the grinding; his raspy breathing in your ear, the debauched stretch of his first knot still buried nicely inside you, the sheer amount of slick and sweat and arousal and cum coating your skin, sticking to the insides of your thighs and the seat of his pelvis; it's filthy and it's sinful and if you were more grounded, you'd think about how you never would have even begun to imagine such depravity happening in the presence (in the actions) of your sweet neighbor Clark who sometimes bring you baked goods from the nice place around the corner or lends a hand with anything around your apartment to help you settle in or simply checks in on you to make sure you're doing well. âI'd just hate for you to have a hard time,â he'd said. âAnything at all, and I'm there.â
You can hardly form his name when you're shuddering beneath him again. The sound you make is whiney. You struggle to catch your breath as your body desperately seeks him out. You feel like you're drowning in the warmth and solidity of his Clark-ness, and you never want to breathe again.
Without missing a beat, Clark groans in time with you as he continues to circle your clit without ever faltering. He cradles your head in his free hand and holds you, watches your face twist up in more pleasure with every spark in your muscles. âJust like that,â he praises, kissing along your jawline to ensure you never go without tender affection. âDoinâ so good for meâopening up so much for me.â
Your face is damp with sweat and tears, and he wipes them away with gentle, adoring fingers. He's devastated because he's so close, and you're opening up for him so well, but he's not sure if he's gonna last until then. Especially when you keep gripping his knot like a lifeline. He can feel the quick pulse of your heartbeat through the tightness of your sloppy cunt just as well as he can hear it in your chest. The thick vein in your neckâworse yet, your mating glandsâis beating beneath his lips and he wants so badly to scrape his teeth against it. You would suffocate his cock with how much you'd squeeze.
Your eyes are wet and almost droopy, and he can tell by the way your body is becoming unbelievably pliant beneath him that you're so close to your limit. You're spent and tired and desperately in need of a break.
He's conflicted between stopping and continuing on. He only wants to take care of you. âTalk to me, sweetheart,â he coos softly, kissing your jaw but never letting up on his thrusts or stroking. âYou wanna stop?â His breath is hot and heavy fanning over your face. His hips never stutter. âSay so, and we'll stop.â
When you shake your head with an emphatic kind of need, he's more than delighted. You grab at him, weak but eager. âNo, don't s-stop.â You gasp for breath, blinking up at him blearily. âPlease, Clark. E-even if I pass out, just please don't stop.â
Fuck. The way you say it, the way your legs hold him even closer still, it overwhelms him and he loses control. His hips buck forward sharply, he groans. He pulls you down onto him and then a sharp pleasure lights up at the base of his spine and rushes up until he can no longer see.
A cry falls out of you, loud, wailing, but ultimately impassioned. A feeling like you've never felt before lights you up until you feel like a star in the vast expanse of a night sky, free and bright and shining.
Clark bursts. The sensation is so magnificent. His jaw aches, he growls into the warmth of your throat before he's sinking his teeth into the meat of his forearm, clamping down so hard he tastes his own blood.
He desperately keeps grinding into you as the pleasure consumes him entirely. Your pussy, tight and gushing, sucks in the second, throbbing knot Clark had managed to cram into you. You feel yourself shaking, floating, rippling with fire and with ecstasy. He fills you for the second time, stuffs you full to bursting with his cum. If he wasn't so big, it'd be leaking out of you in heavy globs.
Clark's muscles are trembling with how tense he is, trying not to let his pleasure blind him enough to accidentally hurt you. You just feel so, so good. The way you hug him tight, the way you milk his cock, the way you take everything he gives you with a plea on your tongue to give you more, it makes his self-restraint thin and brittle.
His voice is rough, his breath is ragged, and every sound is stifled by his overwhelming need to moan and tell you how good you feel.
âDamn it, feels so good,â he rasps, nearly growling each time you give an instinctive squeeze. âGood omega, sweet girl. My pretty, lovely girl.â By this point, he's just rambling. He can't stop the words from spilling, can't stop himself from covering your face with more and more kisses, swiping his tongue over your glands when he kisses your neck sweetly. His hips still thrust, buried and stuck deep, never getting far but somehow not nearly close enough to where you both want to be. âTook all of me so well, beautiful. My best girl, takinâ it fâme. Precious omega.â
You fall limp beneath his praise, his heavy body weighing you down in the most comforting way. The pleasure lingers, every nerve still sparking with it, reluctant to let go. You close your eyes, soak in his praise and his embrace. The heat has sizzled to something manageable, something soothed by the warmth of his breath on your skin. The exhaustion seeping into your skin becomes something peaceful and full.
It takes Clark a moment longer to come around. He's so careful not to move as he settles on you in a way that won't completely crush you under his weight. He cradles your face in his large hands like you're a whole world of your own, kisses your cheeks back and forth to pay his respects. Your tears have been swiped away and dried, leaving your face flushed warm in the prettiest way, your lips are kiss-swollen and your cheeks are following suit.
He settles his face close to your own, breathes in deep and syncs his just so he can feel your chest brush his. Then, in the softest voice he can possibly manage, says, âAre you still with me, honey?â
Your response is so delayed that he almost gets startled by the silence. It's nothing magnificent, only the laziest, prettiest hum he's ever heard followed by a sluggish moan and a very slurred, âHi, Clark.â
He smiles, your tone something more familiar, something way less needy and way more you. He kisses your lips so softly that you're not entirely sure you hadn't just dreamed up the press of them. âHm, is that you-you?â
You smile (the laziest, prettiest smile he's ever seen) and slowly peel your eyes open to look at him. You give a poor imitation of a nod, and he laughs to himself, careful not to move too much. âSâme,â you breathe. This look settles over your face, like a cross between embarrassment and amusement and something simply shy. âSorry.â Your hands find their way to your face and you garbel into them. âI've neverâŚbeen that bad before.â
His smile only grows. Though still clearly exhausted, and in need of a lot of care and rest, you're sounding a little bit better, and your eyes seem a little bit clearer. He can see you peeking through that heated curtain you've been hidden behind.
His thumb strokes your right like it's the most fragile thing that will ever exist in the world. It's so soft that your skin erupts in shivers that make your nose twitch in a way that reminds him of a rabbit. He knows if he ever said that out loud, you would likely die of the ridiculousness of it and his audacity to even say such a (sweet?) thing.
âHow are you feeling?â he whispers so gently. Like his breath alone is enough to shatter you. You look into his overwhelmingly blue eyes and find him hanging on every single flick of your eyes staring back at him. You understand everything he's asking.
You tentatively reach for his chin with just your fingertips, trying to hold him with as much gentleness as he's holding you. It's not that you can't be gentle with him, it's simply that his level of tenderness is something entirely superhuman. You don't think you could ever do him the justice he deserves.
The kiss you bestow upon him is so timid that his body nearly collapses at the sincerity in it, all of that extra strength in the broadness of him nothing against the strength of that tiny little kiss. He holds himself up by a thread.
You give him a smile that makes him forget how to breathe and say with the most honesty he's ever heard, âI never felt better, or safer, than I have since the moment you came into my room.â And you mean it more than anything. You feel sated, warmed from the inside out. You feel content and exhausted in the best way. To top it all off, you've got Clark here with you at least until he's deflated enough to pop out of you. WhichâŚwon't be for a very long time if you're processing the sheer size of him right. You just hope it's enough time to sleep while he holds you in his arms, stinking of campfires and sweat and ink and cum.
He gives you another feather-light kiss. âThatâs good,â he coos. âI'm glad.â He rests his forehead against yours, feels the way your hands grasp at his sides, likes you want him to crush you. He stifles a chuckle in your hair but does nothing more. âYou did perfectly for me, sweetheart. I've never had a better omega, never.â He kisses you thrice more.
You feel his arms scoop beneath you, bringing you to his chest and slowly flipping the two of you until he's positioned in your nest well enough to keep you on top of him without depriving you of the safety of being in it (while also being able to fit comfortably with you still tied with him).
Fuck, he's bigger than you thought.
Catching a glimpse of your bodies pressed together, your breath stutters when you find the outline of his thicker knot sitting nicely in your belly, and then a smaller bump below that as well. How on Earth did you manage that?
Clark makes this choked sound, and when you look up you see him keeping his gaze fixed exclusively on the ceiling, his jaw clenched and rolling lightly. You start to ask if he's alright before you feel the slightest twitch of him inside of you, a pulsing that has you needy and exhausted all over again.
âClark,â you say, not a whine but not too far.
He nods quickly, taking in a couple deep breaths before speaking. âI know, I know, I'm sorry.â He swallows thickly. âJust sawâŚmeâŚinside of you, and it justââ He cuts him off before he can ruin his progress in trying to calm himself. You need rest, not aâŚhe doesn't even know what round this would count as.
He holds you to him, head on his chest, hands stroking your body, you tucked in the space of his own like you belong there. (He's going to fight like Hell to be able to continue holding a spot for you there.)
He shushes you gently, hums until his voice has taken that low tone that makes you soften like butter. âGet some rest, sweet omega,â he rumbles.
Your eyes are already closing, your hand inching toward his chin to stroke just one finger is getting slower by the heartbeat. You struggle to fight the pull to fall just yet. Your voice is a liquid prayer. âStay?â
Clark smiles wide. That's all he ever wanted. âNot goinâ anywhere. Promise.â He kisses your forehead, and you're already dozing in the warmth and safety of his large arms holding you close as you purr into his neck (drenched in the combined scent of the both of you, a scent making him so dizzy). He's still processing everything, but mostly he's happy to be here with you and he's happier he gets to stay. He'd never leave if only you would ask. All you'd have to do is ask.
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