#sub clark

Oh don’t get me STARTED .

not kinky in the slightest

Dom : “Well tell me what to punish you for hm?”

Clark : “Um. I guess I wasn’t able to help walk my neighbours dog this week…” *visibly upset* “I hope he’s not mad about it..”

Dom : “Wait you usually walk his dog?”

Clark : “Yeah but I couldn’t cause um… perry! Perry put me on this article assignment …”

Dom : I- That’s so nice? Nvm what else have you done to be naughty..

Clark : I haven’t washed the dish I used for breakfast this morning.. Haven’t soaked it either.

Dom : You know what?.. Good enough!

Like Imagine sounding them and keeping them in cock cages (you know the works), like in the mornings clean cocks blah blah rough towel , hurts they start leaking plug em up. Barry AND Clark both know if they remove this? They are DEAD.

Barry at work would have to force himself to be so so patient that it’s unusual to folk around him. Especially when he quickly runs away to do the little dance he can’t in public. He watches the clock like a hawk not because he’s at work and wants to leave … it’s so he can feel comfort knowing when he gets to pee next for smaller.

Clark is a challenge. He’s superhuman he would be fine, so how do you get under his skin? Make it ages. Spread them out 6 hours , 8 hours even 10 you have to make him feel it. The funny thing is he would try and preform like nothings really different around the office but he’s sweating and moaning the second everyone looks away. Lois would catch on immediately and tell Jimmy making them both laugh while Clark grits his teeth and forces himself to keep typing.

Clark’s times would be home time and Barry’s would be throughout the day, but knowing Barry he would need to go then too. So you make them play stupid games, rock paper scissors, monopoly, uno, just very long games and whoever wins gets to go. Of course you’re involved and if you lose you get to punish the winner anyway.

With one tank he’s dragged to the water, panicked and flailing around he didn’t notice the half human half kraken in front of him with sharpened teeth shaped in a loving grin,

“My mate.. My wonderful mate..”

And basically everything that happens is the saltwater curse (the book is so good would recommend) but Clark being extremely nice while trying to explain that you can’t just kidnap someone to express the fact their your mate, (it goes through one ear and out the other)

I just think it’s funny because Clark is big.. No doubt about it. But standing next to you? He’s just a shrimp. Bulging muscles, cock even bigger than his own which he knows he will struggle making it go down his throat let alone taking it up his ass, and a hardened face which melts as soon as you look at him.

Clark doesn’t know how to handle this attention to say the least, but he likes the feeling of not having to hold back so much anymore because you can actually keep up with him- if not your making him have a run for his money. Eventually he has to talk you into letting him on the surface, telling you he needs to go home and work , that all his friends are so concerned…

You agree. But what clark didn’t anticipate was after your last fuck under water you follow him out dawning human legs naked as the day you were born. Clark practically screeches as he gives you some spare boxers and a shirt from the bag you so kindly grabbed him. But his clothes left nothing to the imagination.

Imagine Lois and Jimmy’s shock that their shy, sweet , big bundle of nervous idiotic joy comes back with an even bigger man- if that was even possible? Jimmy practically cackles while Lois nods impressed,

‘Damn Clark what did you get up to?’

‘I-‘

‘My mate and I were commiting intercourse and enjoying life together.’

He tried to hold it together, tried ignoring the way your thumb felt on his tip or how his hole clenched around the sound deep in his cock but eventually he can’t take it.

‘please…’

You raise a brow at him

‘Baby I need you to speak up.’

His brows furrow as he forces out another sentence louder this time,

‘Please.. Want you to help me in the car-’

‘Help you with what?’

‘Please I need to cum!’ Clark makes a poor attempt to whisper yell, practically everyone heard it turning to shoot pointed looks at the kryptonian. He shoves himself down in the small seat which does nothing for his tall , muscly figure. You smirk at him,

‘Well no need to yell..’ He looks to the side nervously, giving you a soft pearly grin.

‘Sorry- Just need to cum please.’ You sigh as you wave over a waiter who comes with the check. Handing over your card with a nod they walk away to the front desk.

Getting up first you look down at the man tutting, he was flushed and sweating bullets. A look of pleasure was riddled all over his face but so equally was the fustration of the lack of relief. You were sure you were going to fix that, ‘Clarkie truly the things I do for you.’

Clark gulps before slowly standing up. He sorts out his bag under your gaze while slowly drawing the attention of others. Whispering amongst eachother, some pure shock, some impressed. He eyes everyone before focusing back on you and only you. It wasn’t until he caught the slight whisper of a customer that his heart stopped.

‘Jesus christ it’s built like a monster?’ Monster? What? He took a quick glance at you not missing your smirk and the look you shot at his pants. His clearly unbuttoned pants, that Clark didn’t think for one second to fix. God he was used to his cock being out all the time he didn’t think for one second to fix it. His tip was struggling pushing pre around the clearly visible sound down his hole, hard and twitching it was out in the open for everyone to see

Clark turned away from his unexpected audience trying to fix his pants before you stop him. ‘They all saw it. You might as well just keep it like that now.’ He shamefully looks around knowing you were right, everyone was looking.

‘Come on time to go pay.’ You made your way through the isles, the route with more people as Clark noted. He shoves his shame down and follows you, trying to ignore the odd looks. A lady let out a small gasp and his cock twitched from the judgment. He made a tiny wish she didn’t notice it.

At the front, they were slowly running through your card and deals and offers clearly dragging it out to humiliate him further. Clark coped well under the pressure at first until it went to you slowly reaching down and gripping his cock. He stiffened and fought to not let out a sound as you continued conversation with the staff.

Your thumb circled his tip, gentle, caring and in control. Each round you went through pushed the sound deep down his hole before it pushed up under pressure. ‘W-Wait- Oh!’ Clark cringed at the sound he made as you pulled the sound out and shoved it back in making him groan in pure pleasure. You took a small look at him and Clark used it as an opportunity to silently plead, not in public, not like this. But you knew Clark had an out. It was either safe word or stop your hand. You giggle cooing at him,

‘Sweetheart it’s nothing to be ashamed about, everyone here is so nice it doesn’t matter.’ You shoved the sound deep within his hole and he practically threw his head back. It was like this for a while a game of tug and push, Clark could feel everyone’s eyes on him and his cock. He was balancing on the edge at this point. His fists were clenched awkwardly at his sides as he let out ragged breaths,

‘M’ gonna cum, I need out of here please..’ Clark whispered in your ear and you let out a hum of understanding.

‘Coming to the end are we?’ Clark nodded eagerly before hissing as you gave rough stroke to his cock, this time with more purpose. Clark let out a whine the whole restaurant could hear. ‘Go ahead, whenever you’re ready.’ You instruct him in a silky sweet tone.

Clark held it together impressively long before giving in. There was no point now, everyone saw the way he crumbles at anything you do. Everyone saw him. He might as well enjoy the moment while it lasted. His back slowly arched as he looked to the ceiling focusing on how his cock felt so perfect in your grip like he was made for you. Clark slowly reached his hand out to your wrist however he didn’t stop you. That was the first sign he was coming undone.

‘Please, please, please!-‘ Clark let out the prettiest begs you had ever heard, how could you deny him?

You twist the sound in his cock watching as he yells withering in pleasure. You took the metal rod out and hot spurts of cum stain the restaurants reception area. You stroke him through the aftermath only stopping once he’s finally stopped he takes in the looks of everyone. God he felt disgusting, he hides his face in the pals of his hands apologising over and over.

‘Good boy.’ He sighs as you stroke his hair no doubt with the same hand.

Clark is slow to wake up, the sun shining on his face and you in front of him peacefully snoring away. Taking a peek under the duvet he groans knowing he’s going to have to wake you up for a quick session. He was sure you would make fun of his little dream.