PATIENCE, BABY. you and your boyfriend clark haven't done anything sexual yet, but you're hoping that'll change tonight.
CLARKTOBER WEEK ONE!
cw: oral (fem receiving), size kink, edging, orgasm denial, slight dumbification - he's a sweetheart but kinda condescending <3
wc: 2,558
a/n: it's been sooooo long since i've wrote something so if its trash i'm sorry sjsjs and this was gonna include penetration but i got lazy guys i'm sorry :( anyways first clarktober post!! i hope you all enjoy ₊˚⊹ᰔ
CLARK KENT had decided he could not take it any more. The way your big eyes looked up at him, filled with a need that made his cock throb so hard that it hurt, against his boxers. That pout of yours, that whiny tone of yours. You had been asking constantly. Hinting at it in the way your small fingers would trail down his chest. The way your hand would seek refuge in his hair as you tugged hard when your lips intertwined. The way you’d try to take charge, straddling him to control the kiss as you nearly devoured him, pressing your hips onto his. You wanted him so much. he wanted the same, but as delicious the thought was - it also ruined him.
He was just so big. A complete giant. Always looming over you, effortlessly picking you up and putting you down. Everything of his was bigger than yours. Like his hands, so large compared to your smaller ones yet they perfectly fit together like the last piece in a puzzle.
You had been nervous too at first. How could you not be? You had the man of your dreams, perfect in every single way. But as time in your relationship passed, you grew a little impatient. You’d notice the sharp breath he’d take after pulling himself away from a kiss that lasted too long. How he’d readjusted himself, clearing his throat before flashing that smile at you. That smile where he was trying to hold himself together, pushing away the filthiest thoughts he had as he chose to cuddle you instead. But your nerves turned into need. Into impatience. You knew he was holding himself back. You could see it in the ways his eyes hesitated, glancing over your body, taking it in deeply to keep as a snapshot in his mind because he couldn’t take you there and then. But he always took you in his head.
He knew you’d be ruined. He’d be ruined. He’d quietly jerk off to the thought of his large broad back being tainted with your scratches. With how tightly you’d hold onto him. With the way your eyes would grow glossy and dazed as he’d fuck every thought out of that pretty little head of yours. You’d be sobbing. He knew it.
He didn’t want to do that to you. He clenched his jaw. The last thing he’d ever want to do was make it too much for you. He didn’t want to underestimate his own strength. He knew better not to. He had remembered how guilty he had felt when he had gripped your wrists tightly above your head one time whilst making out with you - the lingering imprint of his large hands there for a few days.
He was conflicted. The idea of his strength against you turned him on and frightened him at the same time. But here you were, just laid in your white cotton panties underneath him with a tank top on. Looking up with your brows furrowed. Eyes pleading.
His simple kiss to you had turned into something intense, ending up with you underneath him on the bed with your cheeks slightly flushed.
You looked so easy to ruin.
You could see the battle in his head on his face. A soft sigh left your lips, your smaller hands reaching up to stroke his cheek. He instinctively leaned into it. You stayed like that for a good few moments before he spoke, voice quiet.
“I just don’t want to hurt you.”
He pressed a kiss to the hand his cheek was against. “I want it to be good for you sweetheart. Our first time…I just.”
He sighed out, eyes trailing down to your panties. He didn’t miss the damp spot he could see, and the way you had clenched your legs together. He took in a sharp breath.
“I’d ruin you. I know it. And a part of me…Fuck baby I want to. But you’re so delicate. So small. It can’t be like that for our first time. I have to hold myself back. Take it slow.”
You let your fingers move from his cheek, to his jaw as you traced it softly, fingers trailing down to his neck.
“I-I can take it.” You spoke, eyes pleading before you let out a shaky breath.
“And Clark…if I break…” You raised your head up slightly, lips brushing past each other at the proximity before you continued in that sweet soft voice that drove him crazy. “You can put me back together again.” You breathed against his lips before they crashed together.
He instantly took control of the kiss, his soft lips practically devouring you. You melted into it. You never knew how good kissing could feel till Clark kissed you. You could taste the need on his lips. Feel the heat between you both as your heart pounded wildly. This kiss was different.
“I’m gonna take care of you baby.” His voice almost whiny against your lips yet filled with promise as he spoke in between the kiss.
It was almost dizzying, his lips on yours, his big frame hovering over you - you were trapped and that made you press your legs together even more.
“I love you.” He breathed against your lips. Before you could say it back, he spoke it again, but this time, more desperately.
“I love you.”
A nervous yet excited giggle left your lips, “I love you too.” You spoke against his mouth, feeling his smile against yours.
His large hands held your hips before rubbing up your stomach softly.
“I’m so lucky to have all of you baby. You’re prettiest little thing ever.” Your face flushed, blood rushing in all directions of your body. To your head and down below your stomach. You felt his hands go higher, pushing your tank top upwards. Then, he lowered himself, flashing a cheeky smile as he pressed a soft kiss onto your stomach. You instantly squirmed - you were always ticklish there.
Wrong move, because Clark then nuzzled his face against your stomach, peppering it with kisses as you giggled and tried to squirm away. It didn’t work though, as his hands held you down and he simply smiled against your stomach, looking up at you.
“Sensitive little baby, aren’t ya?”
You swore your face grew hotter. Something about the way he said it…the nerves danced on your skin, burning as a shy smile graced your face.
His grin grew wider. He teasingly dragged his finger down to the hem of your panties before tugging them down. A deep groan left the back of his throat as dragged them down and off your legs, then locked eyes on your wet pussy. A part of him wanted to whimper at the sight of it. His cock throbbed so fucking painfully, he knew his boxers would be ruined with precum.
And before you could even realise, he dived into you like a man starved, desperate to consume you - like it was integral to his survival.
Your eyes instantly widened as a loud whimper left your lips. “C-clark!” The last thing you had expected was to see your boyfriend rubbing his face against your wet folds as he desperately licked at you. His hands were wrapped around your thighs, gripping them tightly as he chuckled against your pussy. Your hips were raised and he knew that there was no way you’d escape this.
None at all.
“You taste-“ A sloppy kiss to your inner thighs. “So fucking-“ Another on the other side. “Good.”
His lips wrapped around your clit and suddenly you felt like the room was spinning. Your eyes fluttered as a string of squeals filled up the room.
“Should’ve tasted you a long time ago baby. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.“ You felt like you couldn’t even breathe, lost in your own world. You blinked hard a few times as you looked down, letting out a loud moan at the sight. Your big strong boyfriend in between your legs, looking up at you with those blue’s darkened with his own lust and desperation. And then, he spoke directly at your pussy before nuzzling his nose against it. “So sorry I kept this pretty little pussy waiting.” His tone deliciously condescending as he peppered little kisses all over.
“Clarkieee” You whined, brows furrowed and eyes pleading. Chasing something you had never had before as your hips bucked upwards back onto his face. His cheeks and lips glistened with your juices as he flashed a smile. “Atta girl.”
Your body felt like it was on fire. The sight of him alone made your eyes flutter. Clark Kent your big and clumsy oversized boyfriend, no - Superman, the strongest most powerful man in all of Metropolis and probably the whole wide world was laid in between your thighs so contently grinning up at you like he wasn't just swallowing you whole. His hands were so big gripping your thighs.
All of him was, yet in that moment that sweet little place in between your legs was what this superhero was worshipping. That's what held all power and you could see it from the way he was licking your juices off his lips. You broke away from the eye contact, for some reason that moment was just too much. You were already flushed before, but now he could see the pretty pink blush darken on your cheeks.
“Look at you all shy now. But it’s okay sweetheart, this pretty little thing is doing the talking. Look how wet you are. You think you can take a finger baby?”
You gasped as you felt a thick finger slide in, and as he curled it upwards your eyes fluttered, a choked sob escaping your lips. He kept pumping it in, curling it towards that special spot that made your vision blur as you let out a string of high pitched pants, desperately writhing your body to meet his thrusts.
“She likes it doesn’t she? All wet and messy, clenching around my finger. What a good little girl.” He moaned against your wetness before wrapping his lips around your clit.
“O-Oh! Oh! Clark ‘m- i’m gonna!-“
Then nothing. You suddenly felt empty and your eyes snapped open, frowning as you let out a desperate whine.
“Clark.” You whimpered out, eyes brimming with tears as your thighs shook, staring at him all pleading and confused.
“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry baby, I just wanna see how nicely you can ask me to cum sweetheart okay?”
You blinked. Your brain was half mush, trying to contemplate whether to obey or whack his chest. But the way he looked at you with his glistening face all wet from your juices, eyes all soft and sweet just like his voice, wrapped in an almost patronising tone. You couldn't tell. You just bucked your hips and let out another whimper as he raised his brow.
“Cmon baby. You wanna cum so bad don’t you, huh?”, the pad of his finger now pressing down on your clit as you whined, nodding desperately.
“I do! Clark I do- please!”
“Please what honey?”
"Please let me cum" You whimpered out as he watched you squirm. He simply sighed with a cocky smile, beginning to lazily trace his finger down from your clit to in between your wet messy folds. He could see you pulse at the teasing trail of his finger, and one became three as he slid them gently up and down your slick.
"Clark!" You moaned frustratedly.
"Patience, baby."
You let out a shaky breath, lifting your head up slightly to look at him properly, brows cutely pulled together. Was he being serious? Acting all innocent and smug?
"Don't." You pleaded softly as he chuckled. Your eyes brimmed with tears again. It felt a little mean and you just wanted to cum. You were so close to the bliss crashing over you and ruining you. So close.
His eyes instantly softened as he cooed at you, lifting himself up as he towered over your smaller frame.
"Aw baby. You gonna cry? I didn't mean it sweetheart. I just wanna see how prettily you'd ask. And you did didn't you, hm?"
You nodded frantically, whining out once again as he smiled sweetly at you, trailing his fingers back up to your clit as he began to rub softly. Your breath hitched and eyes instantly fluttered at the pleasure, but you squirmed against his fingers trying to find a different pressure.
"My greedy needy girl. Wants to cum so bad doesn't she?" He spoke half amused as he pressed his lips against your jaw, trailing soft kisses down your neck. Soft pants filled the room as you felt him rub tighter circles around your clit. "Don't worry baby, I'll let you cum. You're gonna cum so hard aren't you sweetheart? You already look like a dumb little baby" He whined against your neck, before kissing back up it.
Your eyes glossy and needy widened as he slipped two of his thick fingers back inside and used the pad of his thumb to rub at your clit, instantly hitting that spot again as you moaned so loudly, raising your hips and chasing your orgasm.
"Clark! 'M- gonna- please. pleaseeee." You gasped out as your fingers latched onto his bicep nails digging as he groaned back at the feeling.
"Yeah? Yeah angel? Cum. Go on, cum for me." He whimpered against your lips before crashing his onto yours. Sloppy and careless as his mouth took you whole and as your back arched harshly, a loud squeal left your lips, vision blurring as the coil in your stomach finally snapped.
He didn't let up though as the pleasure exploded in every little nerve of your body, whimpers and the sound of his fingers fucking into your slick bouncing off the walls as Clark praised you, but that was something your brain couldn't even process yet. Your thighs shook almost violently, tears leaking down your face as you whined, your smaller hand lazily reaching down to push his away. It was too much for you and he could tell, he gently pulled his fingers out before bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. You looked so fucked out and dazed as your blurry eyes tried to lock onto him.
"Clark" You helplessly whimpered. Before you could even realise it he scooped you as you laid with his arms wrapped around you.
"You did so good you know? So good baby. I'm so proud of you sweet girl." He murmured, stroking your arm ever so gently as he placed a kiss on your shoulder. You melted even deeper into him, feeling so safe with his big arms locked over your stomach. You were quiet, except for the soft little moans that left your lips as you tried to recover from your orgasm. He just chuckled.
"Yeah, we'll definitely need to get you used to this before you can take me properly princess. If my fingers have made you this cute and dumb, I'm not sure what my cock's gonna do."
"Mhm." He was right. One orgasm from him and you felt you were ready to fall asleep, but he didn't mind. He was just glad he finally made you feel good.
