Domestic Bliss / Clark Kent
Summary: When you and Clark finally get a weekend away from the kids, you put it to good use 😉
Warnings: 18+, You are a mother, sweet and fluffy, breeding kink, sex on the ceiling
Names Used: Honey, Love, Darling, Momma
Word Count: 3130
Written 2025
Clark's jaw goes slack as he gapes at you. He eyes you from head to toe, soaking you in with a familiar hunger. "How come I've never seen this dress before?" He tries to say nonchalantly.
"It's new." You sway your hips as you spin around for your husband. His eyes are practically bulging out of his head when you face him again. "Do you like it?"
He senses your mood now, coming back down to earth from the cloud you set him on. "I'd like it even more on the floor tonight."
He catches your hips in his hands at the same time you throw your arms up to wrap around his shoulders. The two of you embrace and you press your body hard against his. You pull his head down for a kiss, your lips just getting to meet when a wailing interrupts your plans.
"Momma!!! Johnny stole my baseball bat!"
You plant a quick peck on Clark's lips before pulling away to attend to your toddler that literally crashes into the room.
"Only cause she was flying around the backyard trying to hit me with it!"
You scoop the crying girl in your arms. "Is this true, Evelyn Martha Kent?"
"Oh, you're so in trouble now!" Johnathan gloats.
Clark gives his son a look. "Why don't you go finish up your packing and let us talk to your sister?"
Johnathan sticks his tongue out and drops the bat on the bathroom tiles as he stomps out of the room. This time, he doesn't accidentally damage anything with his inherited powers.
"Evie, you know you're not supposed to use your powers like that." Clark tucks the girls curls behind her ears.
She hangs her head down, burying herself in your chest. "I'm sowwy Momma. I'm sowwy Dada."
Clark is ready to give in, but you warn him to be quiet with a single look. "You know better. No flying for a week Evie." You set her down and give her a pat on the head. "Now, go get ready for PopPop and Gammy."
Clark lets out a long sigh as soon as she leaves the room. "I thought Johnathan was bad, using his x-ray vision to peak at his Christmas presents." He scoffs, sitting down at the edge of the clawfoot bathtub.
"We knew what we were getting into, Clark. Now we just have to hope that we don't mess them up so much they turn into villains."
"Ugh, I don't know how my parents did it." Clark reaches out and pulls you to him once more, his arm snaking it's way around your waist. "I am a bit nervous letting them take the kids for an entire weekend."
"Your parents raised a very fine man." You look at the diamond ring decorating your finger, remembering how they welcomed you into the family with open arms. "With lots of love and lots of hard work-"
"And lots of food." Clark sighs nostalgically.
You laugh, kissing the top of his head and stroking his neck to soothe him. "They'll be fine, Clark. Let's hurry, they'll be here any minute."
You barely have enough time to put on your jewelry and pack enough snacks to feed an entire classroom before your in-laws are knocking at the door. Your kids go nuts, they've been looking forward to their trip for weeks. They don't give you and Clark a backward glance as they race through the door to greet them.
"Don't worry you two, we'll take good care of our grandkids." Martha assures you as she's buckling in Evelyn.
"Are you kidding? I'm more worried they'll throw you into early retirement." Clark laughs, packing the last of the bags in the trunk. "Let us know when you guys make it safely."
His father nods, shaking his hand firmly. "You guys use your time wisely." You barely catch his wink and can't help the embarrassment from covering your face.
"Bye Momma! Bye Dada!" Evelyn waves at you guys through the window. "Bye house! Bye grass! Bye-bye"
You hug Clark to your side tighter as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. "Bye-bye Evie! Bye-bye Johnny!" You wave back.
"See you later alligator." Johnathan throws a peace sign up, his face suddenly uncertain as the car begins to move forward.
"In a while crocodile." Clark smiles proudly, as he taught him that last week. "We love you guys! Be good!"
The two of you continue to wave until the car is out of sight, turning off of the dirt and onto the pavement of the main road. Only now do you let a single tear fall, Clark catches it immediately. He picks you up and sets you down carefully inside, surveying your mood.
"This is the first time we've been alone-"
"Since I had Evie." You finish for him. You glance in the mirror, suddenly feeling silly in the red dress you bought just for this occasion. You look so out of place surrounded by stray toys and bottles littered around the farmhouse. You take a deep breath to steady yourself. "When is the reservation?"
Clark checks the watch you got him for Christmas. "We'll have to leave in ten minutes to make it to the restaurant. You look amazing."
He saunters to your side, standing next to you in the full length mirror. Even after all these years you wonder how he even noticed you in the first place. He's so tall and muscular, perfectly filling out his white button down shirt. His new farm tan makes his teeth even whiter against his skin, his eyes impossibly more blue.
"You're not too bad yourself." You try and joke but you keep your head down.
Clark grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "Hey, we don't have to go out."
"You made this reservation months ago-"
"And we can reschedule it. Why don't we just stay by the phone just in case anything happens- which it won't." He says quickly.
"Just when I think I couldn't love you anymore..." You stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him quickly. "Let's watch a movie."
"I'll make the popcorn!"
You're still trying to decide what to watch when he comes back into the living room with fresh popcorn. "Special delivery for my special lady."
You laugh and set the bowl down on the coffee table. "You pick, I'm gonna get this thing off of me."
Clark catches your wrist before you can turn around. "Well now, let's not be too hasty. I like this dress."
"You wanted it on the floor thirty minutes ago." You try to play it cool, but you can sense the shift in the room. The air is thicker as you take a cautious step closer to him. "I can always keep it on."
"Yes. No. Wait- yes?" Clark stumbles over his words, you can practically see the wheels try to stay on track in his brain. He clears his throat. "I want to watch you take it off."
Out of habit, you look around. But the house is completely empty and you smile at all the things you want to do this weekend. You slip your fingers under the straps of the dress and slide them down your shoulders. Clark's eyes follow the dress as it slips to the floor in a red puddle. His eyes darken, all of his playful demeanor left behind as he sucks in a sharp breath.
"This is new too." His fingers trace over the lace of your lingerie. From the top of the scalloped edges of the bra down your sides to the matching garter belt. His hands reach around to your bottom and he playfully snaps the back of your thong before cupping your ass and lifting you up.
Clark loves picking you up any chance he gets. He'll carry you and your kids home when you get too tired, he'll throw you over his shoulder to carry you to bed, and when you're alone, like right now, he'll use his strength to render you weightless as he pounds into you.
The thought sends a shiver down your spine as you wrap your stocking clad legs around his waist.
"I bought it just for you." Suddenly you're shy, hiding your bashful face in his neck. You inhale his scent, wrapping yourself around him tighter. "Do you like it?"
"I'd like it even more on the floor."
You chance a look up at him. His eyes are trained on you but his thoughts are millions of miles away. You can only assume he's remembering all of the same things you are. Your honeymoon, the anniversaries, the holidays, the random 30 minutes you manage to get away from the kids.
"No need." You breathe a smile up at him. "It's crotchless."
Clark closes his eyes, one of his hands trailing to your exposed wetness to confirm. "The things I'm going to do to you this weekend..." His body shakes, you can practically feel the heat of his desire radiating off of him.
"Why wait?" You hop off of him, your feet touch the cold hardwood and the next second your knees do too. Knelt in front of him, you fumble with his belt. "Clark, please help me." You whine.
"My goodness, Honey, you're so needy today." He easily pulls his pants and boxers down in one swift move. "You want it that bad?" He smiles slyly down at you, slowly stroking his rock hard erection.
"Clark, I want it. Fuck. I need you so bad." You lick the tip of his erection, your tongue swirling around. "Mhmm." You can't help the moans of relief as your tongue works circles up and down his entire length. You relish in the salty taste of his skin, making sure to make him shine with your saliva.
"You're too good to me, Honey." He manages to catch your chin and forces you to look up at him. "Open." His voice is gruff, deeper than usual as his desire takes hold.
You're glad you teased him, lubing up his length to fit easier in your mouth. When you first started dating, it was a daunting task to unlock your jaw and take him deep into your throat. Now it's like second nature. The tip of your nose meets his navel and you feel him twitch in your throat. He lets out a long moan as you work your tongue along the bottom of his shaft.
You try not to gasp for breath as your mouth leaves his penis, stroking him with your hands while you recover. You dive back in before he can ask. You need more. More than the precum that coats your tongue. More of his loud, lewd moans. More and more of his thickness in every one of your holes.
You can feel him gradually lose control, clutching the side of your face using one hand and tangling himself in your hair with the other. You're not just bobbing up and down anymore, his hips are meeting your pace as he fucks your face.
"That's my girl. Mine." You adore the look in his eyes as he says this, as he claims you once more. "Mine, all mine."
He falters slightly, catching himself on the dining table. You keep pace, clutching his thighs like your life depends on it. You focus on your breathing, on making sure you're ready to swallow every last drop of him. Only, he pulls away and sits down in one of the chairs.
"Hey-" but you stop your protest when you see the mischievous smile on his face.
He brings his hands down to your hips and lifts you into the air. You shriek in surprise and grip onto the chandelier above the table. It's no use, you know you're safe and secure in Clark's vice grip. Your legs now rest on his shoulders, your exposed wetness right in front of his face.
"Sorry, my Love. I couldn't wait." His smile disappears into a look of concentration as he dives in face first.
Your hands move to grip his hair, tugging at his curls as his tongue laps at your wetness. He's tasting you, the excitement that built while you were tasting him. You can feel how eager his tongue is when it moves to your clit. Your legs shake as he pleases you, like he has so many times before but every time still feels so fucking good.
He comes up for air briefly, grinning up at you like he's drunk on your juices. "Mhmm, I needed this." He muses, giving your clit a quick flick before locking eyes with you once more. "I want you to come on my tongue, Darling. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Clark. Please." You whimper, missing his tongue on your skin.
"Moan for me, be as loud as you want. It's just me and you all weekend long, Honey."
You can barely focus on the pleasure, the rising tide of your orgasm as you imagine all the things you'll get to do this weekend. All the places you'll have him take you. In the kitchen. On the stairs. Out in the field of flowers just past the chicken coop. You tug at his hair, leaning back knowing his grip on you will never let you down.
You moan loudly, your toes curling as his tongue hits your sweet spot. "Clark! Don't stop, please, please don't stop." You're shaking, gasping for breath as your orgasm washes over you. The wave of pleasure renders you speechless, small moans and groans complimenting his work as you come down from your high.
"How are you feeling, my Love?" Clark plants a final kiss on your wetness and brings you back down, cradling you in his harms like a baby. Just like the first time he saved you as Superman.
"Mhmm." You're running through a list of endless possibilities. So many things you want to do to him. So many more you want him to do to you. "More."
You gaze up at his mischievous grin. "You want more of my tongue?"
You shake your head. "I want you inside of me. Now, Clark, I'm ready." You gasp as he readjusts your position to where you're sitting on his lap. "Please give it to me." You beg, feeling his erection against your leg.
You attack him with kisses, sloppy and wet with desire. He happily obliges, lifting you slightly up and positioning his length to meet your wetness. You can't wait for his usual teasing and push your entire bodyweight down. He pulls away from your lips only to moan, his eyes glazed over in pleasure.
"Oh my-" He whispers. "Oh my Darling girl." He groans as you lift off of him and sink down once more. "My beautiful wife."
You giggle, enjoying your moment of control while it lasts. He lets you bounce up and down on his lap while he revels in the pleasure. Every stroke of his length inside of you only eggs you on. He fills you up to the brim perfectly, like he was made to fit inside of you. To hit your deepest and sweetest spots.
You gasp in surprise as Clark stands, using the momentum of you riding him to keep pounding into you. The two of you are in the middle of the dining room, he's standing and you're weightless in his arms. His hands grips your ass, pounding into you faster than before.
"That's right, my Love. Take this cock." He looks you in the eyes once more, his baby blues are dark with desire. There it is, the turning point of the night. One of your favorite versions of Clark. The Clark that will do anything for your pleasure. The Clark that's drunk off of you. The Clark that gave you two kids.
"Don't stop. I'm gonna-" You gasp and cling onto him as you're lifted into the air. "Clark!"
He doesn't stop his pounding, merely looking down at his toes leaving the ground. "Oops." He breathes out, closing his eyes to focus.
But instead of bringing you back down to earth, you're lifted up all the way to the high vaulted ceiling. Your back presses against the cold ceiling and you laugh.
"I love when you get carried away." You mumble, pulling him into your most frenzied kiss of the night.
He's practically fucking you through the roof. Gravity pulls you down deeper onto his length, but his strength keeps your back firmly pressed against the ceiling. His thrusts are hard, fast and growing sloppy. He cradles your face in his hands and you keep your fingers thoroughly tangled in his hair.
"I'm so fucking close." You resist the urge to close your eyes, so enchanted by his handsome face.
"Me too, Honey." And the way he looks at you, like you're the center of his universe, his personal sun, sends shivers through your body. "I have been."
"Well don't be stingy." You giggle. "Give it to me. Cum inside of me, Clark."
He responds with a hard kiss. "Yeah? You want me to fill you up?"
"Please!" You don't know how much longer you can remain coherent. "Please, Clark, put another baby in me."
He loses control, bucking deep inside of you over and over again. He moans your name, whimpering in your ear as you pull him closer to you. Your body presses into his, your nipples rubbing against his sweaty chest. You bite onto his shoulder to hold back your moans before remembering you can scream.
"That's it. You got this, Honey. Take every last drop!"
This sends you over the edge. Your nails scrape from the back of his neck down his back. You can't imagine it gets any better than this until with a grunt, Clark unloads into you.
His warm, thick seed pumps into you in strong sprays. The pulsing from your orgasm milks it out of him and into you. You barely have the energy to hug him tight as he flips the two of you over to where your back is now dangling in the air. With your legs locked around him, you realize he flipped you over to keep as much of his cum inside of you. Your request for a baby taken seriously, he keeps himself buried deep inside of you to lock it in. You're swimming in the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm, absentmindedly playing with his curls.
"I love you." Clark whispers in your ear.
"I love you too." You steal a small kiss and grin. "I hope this one has your eyes."
