#aliendick!clark

You tilted your head slightly, as if that would give you a better angle to confirm whether your wide eyes may or may not be deceiving you. “Are those…p-pincers?!” You finally managed to sputter after having been speechless all of five seconds.

They were at the base of his cock—symmetrical, long, and had a distinct girth, like a lobster’s claws on either side of its body. Your eyes hesitantly met his. What were you even supposed to say? “Why on Earth does it look like that?” or “Oh! I get you’re an alien, but pincers on either side of your dick are beyond a little strange.” There was no sure fire way to avoid hurting your boyfriend’s feelings bone deep even if he understood that human male anatomy differed from a Kryptonian male’s. Even extended down to the genitalia, apparently.

“You’re staring…and not in a good way,” he said, realization dawning on him as he stood there bare with his cock already erect after just a little kissing and dry humping. You both were sweaty from doing farm work together. He could’ve done everything himself, but you insisted you’d join him as it would be a fun way to bond and get to know his life a little as you were from the city. He still did the heavy lifting to ensure you wouldn’t pull or strain a muscle. Who knew coming back to Smallville to visit his Ma and Pa to have them meet his sweet girl would still allow him room to want to fuck you deep into his old mattress if it could take on the weight and pressure. If you could take on the weight and pressure too.

“I’m sorry, Clark. It’s just–” you gestured toward his dick, peeking down at the pincers again before meeting his eyes with an awkward smile sheepishly making its way onto your face.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable,” he reassured you gently, reaching for his flannel from the mattress beside your bare thighs. “No!” you blurted, your hand shooting out to grasp his forearm. “I’m not saying I’m uncomfortable at all. It’s just definitely something new. Guys who are human have everything else you have down there except the pincers. But I can work with it. Promise you.”

Your words drifted off into a murmur as you allowed the pads of your fingers to rub along the underside of his cock. Hesitantly, you pressed your index finger against the side of a single pincer to which he whimpered and bucked his hips without necessarily meaning to. So they were sensitive to touch. Noted.

“So, how do they work?” You curiously asked, batting your eyes up at him, peering through your curled lashes like you weren’t shocked mere minutes prior. “They swell up when I’m inside and it won’t hurt at all. You’ll feel a bit of stretch at most. Think of it like you twisting a lid tightly on a jar ‘er bottle so you’re sure nothing drips out.”

Something in the pit of your stomach felt warm within seconds and your clit throbbed at hearing something it clearly liked. You nodded and lay back on the mattress. Clark sighed in relief and stepped forward, crawling atop you on the bed. He slowly bent your knees until they met your shoulders, then carefully kneeled down with his thick, toned thighs bracketing yours. As his arms came down and his elbows met the cool sheets, you reached your hands up to rest against his upper back. A gasp was knocked straight out of your lungs as he eased his cock inside, slowly but surely. “Good gosh,” he uttered, trying not to cum instantaneously upon being buried to the hilt inside of you. You felt too good being stretched around him. His brain felt fuzzy and a little drunk on the sensation.

He rocked his hips once and poor ol’ you whined as his balls smacked the bottom of your ass and you felt the pincers pressing surprisingly soft against your labia. He settled into a steady rhythm, his half lidded eyes set on your face as it contorted in pleasure. That only added fuel to him needing to hit impossibly deeper. He adored you and loved making you feel good in any way he could which naturally extended to sex. Another honeyed moan out of you would do wonders for this sweet farmer boy and his dick was just waiting to shoot.

He trembled slightly as he held back on slamming down into you until your fingers wove into the dark loose curls at his nape. A noticeable shiver coursed through him as you rubbed right there on that sensitive spot. He didn’t resist any longer and began driving his hips harder, a stuttered moan slipping from his lips as his eyes nearly fluttered shut. His tip continuously brushed against that sweet spot inside. “I’m so sorry, honey,” he huffed out between soft grunts and whimpers. Utterly weakwilled after getting the opportunity to be buried between your legs. The springs in the mattress creaked and the wooden frame rocked in protest. Boy he was so grateful it was just you two here. Only noises outside of here were the moos of unamused cattle outside and the sound of the AC blowing hard. Your pussy squelched around him, clenching with every other push was undoing him too easily. A gasp fell from between your two toned lips as your thighs spasmed pathetically against his biceps, digging your nails into his tanned, freckled back. His skin hardly indented with crescent marks but he relished in the feeling.

He’d probably talk about how warm and wet you were, teasing you about how submissive your soft whining sounded or how you clawed at his back like a cat. But, him fucking your brains out had his brain melting like a toasted marshmallow. “Fuuhh-uck, Clark.” You whined, toes curled as your eyes briefly rolled back. “Oh my…god!” You moaned, manicured eyebrows furrowing in intense pleasure as you looked down between your legs. The glimpses of him pounding into you nearly sent you over then and there. “I know, honey,” he choked out, his voice trembling. A deep throaty moan left your mouth, breaking off into a sob of pleasure as your head fell back. The sound faded as you came hard while your body jerked from him still trying. “Mhm, I know, I’m almost there too.” Clark pressed quick kisses to your throat and your collarbone, his mind fraying further. Your gummy walls pulsed and clamped down around him, so wet and frantic it was enough for him to finally plunge the pincers deep inside. You whimpered as he emptied out his balls with a slow shaky breath while the pincers expanded to hold his cum inside. A noticeable pressure built up as they swelled to fill every crevice just like he promised. Clark tried to pull back just an inch or so but couldn’t.