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[aj-dolan]

😖❤️—Virgin—😖❤️

Word count: 3,905

Description: You’ve been eyeing Clark at work since you started there; you got paired up with him for a paper together and finally take the chance to have some alone time with him.

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"And last but not least, you'll be working with Clark."

My head shot up as I heard my name being called and met the editor-in-chiefs' eyes briefly. Clark. My eyes scanned the room for him and when I finally found his mop of curly hair I grinned. He was looking down at his lap, fumbling with his hands with slightly reddened cheeks. He looked up for a moment and met my gaze, and I gave him a quick smile before he looked away frantically.

I guess you could say people classified him as one of the "nerds" at work. Other than the fact that he was incredibly shy and always had his nose stuck in his computer, I couldn't understand why everyone made jokes at him. He was actually pretty good looking. His chocolate brown curls always looked a bit disheveled but in a sexy way. He had thick, wide frames that covered his bright eyes, but I always thought he pulled them off nicely. The smile that I would rarely see was breathtaking, and along with it came a set of matching dimples. One of my weaknesses, for the record.

And he was definitely who I'd want to work on this paper with. He's had multiple front page papers, and not just one interview with Superman; multiple. How does he do that? Either way I'd be more than happy to get some of those secrets out of him.

I gathered my brief case in my arms and kept my gaze on Clark, slinging my bag over my shoulder and timing everything just right, so that I would run into him on the way out the door. It was easy to keep my eyes on him with how tall he was comparatively.

Sure enough, as we both went to leave, we bumped shoulders. He looked down at me with wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry." I gave a light chuckle and walked out in front of him, turning around so that I could face him again.

"It's fine, Clark." I watched him closely as he looked down and fixed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, scrunching up his face a bit. I had to bite my lip to stop from smiling at how cute he was.

"So, about our paper," I began walking again, and he scurried behind me to catch up and walk beside me. "I was thinking we should get started on it right away. Get ahead of all the others. So how about tonight?" I turned to look at him to see that he was already gazing at me, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth nervously.

"Y-yeah, tonight is fine." He stuttered out.

"Yours or mine?"

He paused for a moment and shifted his things in his hands. "Um, m-mine? I can make dinne-,"

"Great. I'll meet you outside, then?"

His hair bounced as he nodded vigorously and I giggled once more, giving him a warm smile before heading off to my friends for a quick chat.

After saying goodbye and making a quick stop to my desk I walked outside, and sure enough, Clark was waiting for me, leaned up against the side of his car all nervous. His head shot up and he was careful not to look at me for too long before looking down at his car.

"Oh, um, should you follow me orrr I can-n drive us." He murmured so quietly I almost couldn't hear him. I could tell he was unbelievably nervous around me. I would be lying if I said I wasn't gonna enjoy messing with him.

"Oh I'll just ride with you Clark!" I smiled brightly.

"S-should we go, then?" He asked feebly and I nodded.

The car ride there was quiet, apart from the soft lull of the radio and the gushes of wind coming in through the windows. When we arrived at his house he pulled into the empty driveway and got out, and I followed him as he walked up the path to his front door.

"We can work down here." I heard his smooth voice beside me and noticed that it was the first time he hadn't stuttered or hesitated while talking to me. I took this as a good sign and decided to bump up my confidence a bit.

"Orrrr…," He stopped walking and turned to me. "You could show me your room," I said with a smile, trying to sound flirty but not enough to scare him off.

He gulped and looked down sheepishly. "Um, y-yeah, sure. Okay."

He led the way upstairs and down a long hallway before taking a deep breath and opening his bedroom door. It was fairly clean and smelled of books and aftershave, which had my head spinning a bit as I walked in. I looked around and noticed a bunch of his little knickknacks, pictures of his parents and a few posters.

“Oh you like the Mighty Crabjoys?” I said while staring at the poster. I heard him put his books down and then hesitantly walk over to me.

"Well, um, yeah. I-I’ve heard most of their songs and..." He trailed off and I looked up at him to see him biting his lip and furrowing his eyebrow, staring down at his feet.

"I think it's cool," I said and he tilted his head up to look at me cautiously.

"Y-you do?"

I nodded and gave him a smile and saw a hint of one behind his own lips.

"Should we start?"

He agreed and sat down on his bed where he'd put his books, and I followed after him, taking a seat beside him and getting out my computer.

"So, we, um, we should p-probably do research on our topic first." I couldn't help but watch the way his plump lips moved as he talked, shaping ever syllable perfectly. He had such strong features, and it puzzled me as to how I never noticed girls giving him more attention.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" I asked curiously, not really thinking as the words came out of my mouth. He looked at me with wide eyes before he turned red and cleared his throat, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Um...n-no." He said, embarrassed.

"Clark," I touched his hand, which was propping his body up next to him on the bed. "You don't have to be embarrassed or nervous around me," I said sincerely.

He stared into my eyes for a moment before shaking his head and pulling his hand from mine. "Y-yeah, I know. I'm sorry."

I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary apology and tipped one side of my mouth upwards.

I inched closer to him and he seemed to notice as he sat more upright, not moving away from me, but clearly showing that he'd never been this close to a girl before, let alone on his bed.

"Clarkkk," I spoke his name slowly and got the reaction I wanted from him when I saw his eyes trail to my lips. He quickly brought them back up to my eyes, though, the red now a permanent stain on his cheeks. His breathing was getting heavier by the second, and his face gave away his nerves.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"Uh, um...," I found his struggle for words even more of a turn on and smiled as I saw him fight with his wandering eyes.

"Not properly." He mumbled, his eyes now resting solely on my lips.

I closed the space between us with a slight shove of the books in my way, pushing them towards the end of the bed to get close enough to him so that I could feel the sharp breaths coming from his lips on my hot skin. I licked my lips, aware of his gaze on them, and trailed a finger up his arm.

"Do you want to kiss me, Clark?"

My finger trailed further up his shirt until it was tucked under the hem of his sleeve, tracing teasing circles there. His breathing picked up even more and I reached my other hand up to his glasses, taking them off his face and tossing them to the side. His eyes were darkening gradually, and as my eyes traveled down his body I noticed he was hard through his pants.

"W-we have to d-do our paper-r." He whispered shakily.

I trailed my hand down his chest until I reached the hem of his pants. I quirked an eyebrow at him and watched his eyes as they quickly moved between my eyes and lips. I ran my hand over his crotch and smirked as his eyes fluttered shut.

"I don't think you really want to do our paper right now, Clark….right?”

“Uh-h right” he was bright red.

I pressed my hand harder against him and leaned forward, closing the inch of space between us and pressing my lips against his softly. He didn't respond, but he didn't pull away either. My guess was he was nervous, so I decided to boost his confidence a bit.

I swung my leg over his lap so I could straddle him and sat down, his hard-on pressing firmly against my ass. I watched him bite his lip as he tried not to make any noise and look up at me with an unsure look in his eyes. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pressed our lips together again, adding a little more pressure this time. His hands didn't move from the bed, staying planted there firmly, but after a few more seconds I felt his lips start to respond to mine slowly. I could tell by the way his lips moved hesitantly that he certainly wasn't experienced in this at all.

I pulled away from him and he let out a breath and looked up at me with wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," He said hectically. "I've never d-done this before, d-did I do something wrong?"

I smiled at how native he sounded and brought my mouth to his ear, whispering hotly, "You're perfect, Clark."

I pulled back enough to see him blush, but brought my mouth down to his neck just as quickly, kissing and occasionally sucking on the skin of his jaw. I felt his heart pound underneath me and smiled against his skin. My eyes trailed to his hands, which were grasping the bed sheets desperately while I continued to bite his neck.

"Hold me, Clark."

I felt his throat shift as he gulped loudly and cautiously moved his hands to rest on my waist. I moved my mouth to his collarbones and sucked the skin between my lips, earning a single groan from him, which cause my underwear to dampen at the sound. I pulled away to look at him and his eyes snapped open.

"Sorry." He breathed out.

I raised my eyebrows and laughed.

"You're saying sorry for moaning?"

His blush deepened as he dropped his head to avoid my eye contact. "Y-yeah, sorry."

I tiled his chin up with my finger and brought my lips to his again. "Stop apologizing. It's hot when you moan." His eyes widened again and I smiled. "Yes, Clark, I think you're hot."

He blinked slowly, his lips slightly parted as he stared at me. "Y-you do?" He said incredulously. I only rolled my eyes and leaned down to kiss him again, tangling my fingers in his messy curls. He kissed me back with a little more conviction than before, and I smiled into the kiss before running my tongue over his bottom lip. I felt him part his lips a bit before closing them again, and I bit his bottom lip, getting impatient.

He groaned again and parted his lips fully this time, allowing my tongue to slip inside his mouth. He let me take control and explore his mouth as his tongue stayed put, until I lowered myself onto his lap harder and ground myself into his crotch, making him groan yet again and slip his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangled together and I scraped my nails against his neck, trying to make this as pleasurable as possible for him.

I pulled back, needing air and moved my lips to his collarbones again, running my hands down his chest and then up his shirt, feeling the abs there. I started to lift his shirt up and he lifted his arms obligingly, allowing me to rid of the unnecessary fabric. I pushed him back to rest his head against the pillows and began kissing down his chest until I reached his belt buckle.

My hands moved to start unbuckling his pants but his hands came down on top of mine before I could go any further. I looked up at him curiously and he sat up again.

"Maybe we s-shouldn't do this." He said with a worried look in his eyes.

"Why not?"

He sighed and frowned, bringing his hands up to rub his face. "I don't know what to do." He mumbled.

I took his hands from his face and put them back on my waist, bringing them under the hem of my shirt to rest on my bare skin. "Well, I'm here to show you," I said. “Would that be okay?”

“Ah- Yes please-e”

I moved his hands further up my stomach until they reached my covered breasts. His huge palms cupped me and I dropped my hands from him to hold onto his shoulders, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. I had to bite back a giggle as he stared down at his hands with wide eyes. "Move your hands."

He looked up into my eyes again and wet his lips before giving them a gentle squeeze. I let out a breath and nodded, signaling him to do it again. He started off slow and barely adding pressure, but as my breathing picked up he started massaging them harder, sending shivers through my body. I felt his mouth come down to my neck and place an open-mouthed kiss.

"Is this okay?" He asked before kissing my neck lightly again. I nodded and tilted my head to the side to give him more access.

"Use your tongue, too." As soon as the words left my mouth I felt his hot, wet tongue add to the mixture, sucking the skin below my ear between his lips. I gasped as I felt his fingers push past the wiring of my bra and his soft hands touch my skin. He pulled away from my neck quickly and looked into my eyes, stilling his movements.

"Oh god, I'm s-sorry, I got carried aw-," I gripped his hair firmly and crashed my mouth onto his to shut him up.

"If you don't stop apologizing I'm going to give you something to be sorry about," I whispered breathy against his lips and he immediately started moving his hands again. I brought my hands down to the hem of my shirt and hauled it over my head, unclasping my bra and throwing it aside as well. Clark bit his lip as he stared at my chest and I brought my hand to the back of his head, pulling him down to my breasts. He seemed to understand because a second later he had one of my nipples in his mouth and he was swirling his tongue around it.

"C-Clark, just like that." I moaned and pushed his face closer to me. He pulled away using his teeth before repeating the process to my other nipple. With his lips wrapped around, I suddenly got an overwhelming desire to taste him. I pushed him down onto the bed again and crawled down his body, watching as his chest heaved up and down.

His eyes were glued to my every move as I unbuckled his belt and ripped it out of his belt loops. I unfastened his pants just as quickly and pulled them down his legs along with his boxers. It was my turn for my eyes to go wide as I saw his erection slap up against his stomach. "Christ, Clark, you're huge."

I looked up at him to see his cheeks turning pink again as he smiled shyly, but enough to see his dimples.

"Thanks..." He mumbled awkwardly. I chuckled as I kissed each of his thighs before gripping him in my hand. He immediately let out a moan at the contact, and as I began to pump him in my palm, I looked up at him to see his head thrown back, his jaw on full display. I brought my mouth up to his length and let my breath wash over his hot skin. His head shot up quickly as he swallowed hesitantly.

"um, you don't have to d-,"

He was cut off when I wrapped my lips around his tip, swirling my tongue around him and making a loud groan rip through his throat.

"I want to. You taste good." I whispered against his cock and wiped the pre-cum leaking from his slit with my thumb, using it to pump him in my hand for a moment.

Before he could catch his breath I took him in my mouth and began bobbing my head slowly. "Oh-wow, that feels really g-good." He moaned. I looked at him from under my eyelashes and watched as his hands tried to decide what to do. He gripped the sheets before bringing them up in the air and clenching his hands into fists at the immense pleasure.

"Tell me what you like, Clark." I moaned, taking all of him again and pushing my lips as far down as I could manage. I felt his tip hit the back of my throat and a loud groan sounded from above me.

"That! I like when you do that!" I continued deep-throating him and felt his hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair. The pressure caused me to gag around his cock and he drew his hand back as I came up for air.

"Oh my God, I-I'm sorry!" He looked like a frightened child as I looked up at him. I gave him one last lick up the underside of his shaft before climbing back up his body so that my face was level with his.

"What did I say about apologizing?" I hummed against his lips. I didn't wait for an answer before I rolled off his body and lay on my back next to him. He stared at me, unsure of what to do.

I took his hand in mine and trailed it down my stomach and to the top of my jeans. "Touch me."

He clambered on top of my body and looked up at me as his hands reached the button on my jeans. I nodded and he unfastened them before pulling them down my legs. His eyes trailed down my body which was now only clad in my lace panties, which didn't do a very good job of covering much. He swallowed before looking into my eyes.

"You're really beautiful."

I smiled genuinely at him and pushed his fringe off his forehead. He looked down at my underwear, which was pretty soaked through at this point and pulled them down my legs with shaking hands. He stared at my glistening lips and pushed my thighs apart. I looked at his face and saw an uncertain expression grace his features. I moved my hand down my stomach until I reached my throbbing heat.

"Like this, Clark."

I touched myself slowly, rubbing my fingers through my folds before adding pressure to my sensitive clit. When Clark nodded I pulled my fingers from myself, only to have them replaced with his. He stroked me carefully, before parting my lips with two of his fingers and rubbing small circles.

"Yes, Clark." I moaned and tilted my head back, focusing on the touch of his long fingers.

"D-does that feel alright?"

"God, yes! More!" I squeezed my eyes shut as he rubbed my clit fast and applied more pressure. I needed to have him inside of me; now.

"Clark," I panted. "Clark, I need you inside me." I flipped us over so that I was straddling him again and he grasped my wrists.

"Wait," He said and looked into my eyes sincerely. "A-are you sure? What if I hurt you?"

I placed a slow, lingering kiss on his lips and cupped his cheek. "You won't hurt me. It will feel good, I promise."

He nodded and I grasped him in my hand and guided him to my entrance, teasing both of us by rubbing his tip and down my slit. We both groaned, and he gripped my hips tightly and I began lowering myself onto him. He was by far the biggest I'd ever experienced, and it was quite a stretch. But it was good to stretch. I'd never felt so full in my life.

"Holy shit." He groaned, and I realized that that was the first time I'd heard him swear. I lifted my hips up and sank down onto him again, harder this time, making my breath catch. I felt him in the very pit of my stomach each time I thrust onto him, and he hit my g spot perfectly with every pump.

"Fuck, Clark you feel so good." I moaned and placed my palms on his chest for leverage. I felt his grip on my waist tighten as he started moving my hips without my assistance, first slow but then gaining speed.

"Oh my God, oh God!" Our moans mixed together as he pounded into me faster and harder, not holding anything back, a huge contrast to his usual timid demeanor. I could feel my climax fast approaching, and tightened around him, making him groan and grunt loudly.

"Shit, I think I think I'm gonna cum." I felt him twitch inside of me and before I could get any words out we were both crying out, releasing against each other and riding out our highs together.

Our skin collided as I collapsed on his chest. He still had a tight grip on my waist as we evened out our breathing and came down. I pushed myself up, my weak limbs barely working as I looked down at his face. He bit his lip and smiled an adorable smile at me, finally allowing me to see his bright teeth and dimples that made my heart flutter. I smiled back at him and leaned down to place one last kiss on his swollen lips. I rolled off him and lay beside him, sighing happily.

I watched him sit up and brush his hair as he shook it then swept it to the side, and concluded that it was quickly becoming one of my favorite things that he did.

"So what does this make us," he asked

"Dating?" I questioned.

"I'd love that"

I pulled him down the rest of the way so that he was lying down again and snuggled up to his side. He carefully put his arm around me as I rested my chin on his chest. To think that after that he was still so shy baffled me.

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[aj-dolan]

🫠💕~Cock Warming~🫠💕

Word count: 1,151

Description: Clark has been cuddled in bed with you all night; he just can’t sleep. He needs you.

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You were halfway asleep in bed cuddling your boyfriend, laying your whole body on-top of his, he was basically the mattress the way that man took up the bed. You loved it though, something about the way he towers over you always sends shivers through you, the way his hands grip so much of your body at once, the way he picks you up with ease….god those muscles just...

"Honey..."

You heard Clark say against your neck; you didn't realize he was awake.

"I wanna be inside."

You could feel his whole body burn up from saying such a direct statement. You push yourself slightly up and look over to see his flushed red face, his hands gripping the pillow behind his head, that curly dark hair stuck to his face.

He looked like he'd been holding in his breath.

"Clark," you sighed, cuddling further into his neck, "I'm so tired baby."

"I know I'm so sorry sugar, I've been trying so hard to keep to myself right now but I can't. I have to ask.”

"Just inside," he quietly whines, sounding as if he were begging.

"Nothing else. I promise honey."

You silently thought it over in your head, god it's so hard to not give in to him. He's always the sweetest, wants nothing more than to please you. You'd give him credit for how long he must've gone trying to keep himself together underneath you this whole night.

You give him a soft hum that he could.

He grabs around your waist and flips you both over softly, your head landing on the pillow he has been gripping to for the last few hours.

His large hands make their way down your body, they were cold from being outside of the covers. You were wearing the usual pajamas, one of his shirts and just a pair of underwear, you could always get your own pajamas but being surrounded by his scent was so much better.

The moment his hands went to pull up your shirt you remembered you wanted to show him something you were wearing earlier...but now he had just found out before you could mention it…. You had on a tight pair of bright white panties with a bold red Superman "S" symbol in the middle…

He had laughed so hard the other day when he found out they started selling Superman branded underwear, what a silly thing, it was certainly just another merch item to get cash flow in for businesses. So you bought them as a joke ready to get a laugh out of him...but right now he didn't find it funny in the slightest.

The way you were laying there, with the bright logo over the most intimate place of your body...'his logo'. It made him let out a soft groan just at the sight. How was he not suppose to find that hot? He had been thinking about being inside of you all night and this whole time you had basically been branded where he wanted to be the most.

His hand runs up your thigh, stopping at your hip bone as two fingers slide under your new underwear. He pulls up on them slightly.

"Gosh...I really like these" he stumbles out. You could feel his fingers move over your clit. Fuck when did they make nerds so unbearably hot.

He couldn't take it anymore and lifts your hips to take the underwear off you. Slowly, he pulled his boxers down his legs and kick them somewhere amongst the sheets of the two of you. Your feet ran along Clark's legs, and you draped them over his hips. Clark takes in a deep breath and the air he exhales against your neck leaves shivers.

Of course you knoww Clark is Superman but damn it's times like this that really remind you…when he's holding your hips up with so much ease it's like he doesn't even realize he's doing it, and especially when you look between his legs.... When you first got together you always assumed he would have a lot to pack because why wouldn't he? He's Superman, obviously he would. But damn. He's huge and sooo thick it's always uncomfortable at first, you always think it's going to be too much but he manages to have you take all of him everytime.

His hand comes down to lift one of your legs higher. He bends down slightly and he's placing kisses on your forehead and he slowly pushes into you. You can't help but let out a quiet whimper as he pushes further. Your nails pressing into this back, you leave marks every time you two are together like this and he always secretly wishes those wouldn't heal like the rest of him.

You knew no matter how much Clark fucked you you'd never get used to the amazing feeling of him inside you.

He bottoms out with a grunt, pressing his lips against the top of your head, whispering, "Thank you so much, baby."

You nod quietly, biting your lip and trying oh so hard to keep your breathing even and under control. It wasn't like you could deny it, Clark always felt amazing stretching your walls out.

Clark seemed content just staying like that, rock hard inside of you, not moving, only thanking you for letting him do this. But you couldn't help it, you can't just stay like this all night so, from time to time, you'd involuntarily clench around Clark.

He'd suck air in through his teeth as you did so, desperately trying to keep quiet and not buck up into you. Clark's toes curl, his legs flex, his eyes squeeze shut, he grinds his teeth, but nothing can relieve the pressure you were putting on his cock. Your warmth, the wetness, tightness, everything was just making his body feel like it was on fire.

Clark softly bucks his hips to release some of the pressure. Biting the inside of his cheek, he bucks up against you once more. You moan quietly at the feeling, grasping Clark's hand which was draped over your side but now is holding hands tightly with you. He continues to softly hump, groaning quietly into your shoulder.

"Please, please, please..." he repeats over and over like a mantra under his breath. God he was so desperate, doing everything to get something out of you.

"Clark..." You whispered back. "Fuck me."

Without skipping a beat, Clark pulls out of you before flipping you over so you're laying on your stomach and your face is against the mattress.

He pulls your hips up and slams himself back in. His hips slam against your ass as he drills himself into you deeper than ever. You're grabbing at the sheets as you try to catch your breath. It hurt so good.

"Gonna fuck your print into the bed. Bet you want that, huh pretty girl?"

There goes your Superman....

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