I feel like he would be a bit hesitant at first and then super into it
(Absolutely love your work by the way 🥰🥰)
tysm <3 clark x fem!reader. 18+. word count approx: 1.1k
content: lactation kink. cockwarming. creampie.
you knew that look. you could practically hear the gears grinding in clark’s head as he tried to pretend to read an article on his ipad in the kitchen, quietly sipping at a warm steaming coffee. smiling to yourself, you stood up from the couch and purposefully took slow steps towards him. he definitely saw you, you could tell by the way his shoulders tensed with every inch you came closer. he was so terrified of his own thoughts he wouldn’t even look at you as you stepped into his space, the sweet scent of your milk filling the small gap between you two. what if you thought he was a creep? what if you thought he was weird? he thinks he’d probably die from embarrassment if you kink shame him.
“clark,” you murmured, leaning against the counter. “if you stare at the floor any harder you’re gonna burn a hole right through to our poor neighbours downstairs.”
he let out a breathless, flustered huff, blue eyes finally peeking up at you behind his glasses, a soft adorable frown pulled at his soft lips. embarrassed with shame and desire. “i…im sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick and low, “i-i..i didn’t mean to…i can just..hear how heavy you are and i..i shouldn’t be thinking about it.”
at his frown you immediately shake your head gently, you didn’t give him the chance to spiral into his guilt. instead you reached up, catching his glasses and prying them off his face, setting on the counter beside you. it was even clearer how much he was shamefully turned on, his pupils wide and blown out, completely trained on you.
“who said you shouldn’t be thinking about, hm?” you asked softly. you didn’t wait for him to stammer out another apology, instead you took his large trembling hand into yours, his fingers twitching nervously against your palm.
slowly, you guided his hand upward, pressing his palm right against the heavy aching curve of your breast.
clark’s breathe hitched, his whole body trembling at the sudden contact. but his palm didn’t move once, terrified to even apply an ounce of pressure.
“see?” you whisper teasingly, leaning in and kissing up his sharp jaw, “m’so full clark, it almost hurts yknow. i know you wanna help me. so stop apologising and take care of me.” you demanded lowly, smiling when you catch the bob of his adam’s apple when he gulps nervously.
a soft needy helpless whine escapes from his throat. the final thread of his sweet farm boy hesitation snapped. he leaned down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, stepping closer, pressing himself against you as he gave your tit a firm but gentle squeeze. “please…” he gasped out, already wrecked, “please let me.”
clark’s soft lips peppered kisses all over your cute face, each one wet and desperate. the weight of his hips forced your thighs open, his heavy cock sitting snugly in your tight pussy, squeezing and fluttering around him. he trails down to your tits, groping them lewdly with a fascination, licking his lips to stop himself from drooling when each squeeze rewards him with a soft spurt of milk, “golly…” he whispers. he leans down to press a kiss to your leaking nipple, sweeping his tongue over to catch a taste. “been thinking about this all day…thank you s’much honey,” he murmured gently before leaning down and taking your bud into his mouth. focusing on one and coaxing more milk out of the other, switching between the two.
the room was fairly quiet, only if you block out clark’s whiny moans, hips jerking occasionally, wet cunt cockwarming him as he sucked eagerly at your tits. you can catch onto the faint rhythmic swallowing, along with the soft appreciative groan or satisfied hum he makes when the milk lets down. he is so adamant to not let any go to waste, “you taste so good sweetheart…so good,” he mindlessly mumbles when a stray drop slides down your skin, his tongue quickly catching it, kissing his way back up to your nipple.
you could feel his cock twitch desperately, “clark honey..cmon, move a little,” you encourage shakily. he nodded with no hesitation, “o-okay, anything for you sweetheart- ngh, o-oh, feels so good,” he whimpered, fucking up into you, using one hand to pull your hips closer.
his massive frame pinned you beneath him, every thrust felt like it touched your soul, he was so deep in, stretching your walls so good, clit twitching as his happy trail brushed against you. usually, clark is a talker, always praising you, telling you how good you make him feel, but today? he was completely focussed on sucking the milk out of your tits. “please- mmn- pleasepleaseplease,” he whines, drinking from you like it was his life’s work.
he pulled away whilst pounding into you, “o-oh! oh sweetheart! mngh ah, so good- y-you’re so good to me- i’m so close!” huge biceps wrapping around you to hug you tight and breed his cum into you, offering deep shallow thrusts, his rhythm messy now that he was approaching his orgasm. “ah! ohh- m’gonna cum! ungh- please! please!!”
you moan, eyes rolling back as you clamp down, “fuck! oh! clark- ah, yes yesyes! cmon baby, m’so close!” tugging at his soft messy curls when he leans back down for one last harsh suck, moaning around your nipple when he slams into your wet pussy with one last thrust, stilling as his cum gushes out in thick heavy spurts, coating your fleshy insides with a gooey white. the vibrations of his sweet groan against your tit tipped you over the edge. gripping his leaky dick as the warm orgasm in your tummy releases.
your trembling hands cup his cheeks whilst you catch your breathe. clark’s careful not to crush you as he kisses up your warm face. “so good for me, you did so well, mmwah, love you so much,” you smile with a tired huff, “love you too clark.”
the thick haze of sex slowly cleared. all that was left was the soft ruffling of the sheets and clark’s steady breathing. he quickly headed to the bathroom and returned with a warm towel, the soft pink dusting his cheeks still lingering as he shyly looked up to your through his messy hair.
“are you okay?” he whispered, placing the towel down before laying next to you, pulling up the blankets to tuck you in. “i..i didn’t hurt you did i?”
you smiled, pulling him down to lay his head against your heart, “you were perfect clark,” he looked up sheepishly, smiling back “thank you for letting me help.”
Clark who learns how to dirty talk from reading readers smut books she leaves around the house 🫣
caught red-handed.
i need him so fucking bad. clark x fem!reader. 18+. word count: approx 1.3k. asks are open.
content: cowgirl. mention of breeding.
you had completely forgotten that you left your book laying face-down on your living room sofa before heading out to buy groceries. yknow that one book? the one that explored the wild colours and romance of sweet sex, or the hunger and heat that followed certain chapters. what you hadn’t expected was to find your dearest clark completely engrossed in the erotic novel- well specifically chapter 14.
clark was sitting on the edge of the couch with his elbows leaned towards on his knees, oblivious to your entrance. his glasses were pushed up to the bridge of his perfect nose, his brows furrowed in deep concentration, the type he used when writing headlines and articles. he held the paperback of the book gently, not even creasing a single page despite his godly strength.
you set the grocery bags down onto the marble counter, putting some of its content away before quickly heading to the living room, smiling smugly at the way his breathe hitched when he read over the page. “page 82 is a masterpiece right clark?” you said gently, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.
clark gasped, like a kid who’d been caught sneaking in the cookie jar, his head snapped up to meet your eyes so fast you’re surprised it hadn’t given him whiplash. in a frantic clumsy panic that was so adorably him, he scrambled back towards the sofa cushions, instantly shoving the book face-down under the nearest pillow, as if trying to convince himself he hasn’t even touched it.
“i—“ clark started, his voice cracking on the syllable. a furious cute pink blush rushed from the collar of his shirt all the way to the tip of his ears. “hey! you’re..” he gulped softly, “you’re back early! i was just-..well i was just fluffing the pillows. and, yknow, it was there.”
“mhmmm”, you raised an amused brow, smirking whilst you step into his space, “and did fluffing the pillows require you to actually read it? you were so focused you didn’t even say hi when i came in! and that’s saying something mr.i-have-super-hearing”, you laugh warmly as you poke his cheek.
clark winced at the poke, his hand covering up his cheek in an embarrassed manner but it did absolutely nothing to his blush. he glanced to your eyes before sighing softly, his shoulders slumping in defeat, “okay..you caught me.” he mumbled, reaching up to take off his glasses and look at you with those honest wide blue eyes. his voice dropped that soft, low, quiet register he uses when it’s just the two of you, “it’s just…i accidentally read a sentence when i picked it up. a-and then i couldn’t stop. the vocabulary in there is…uhm, well it’s a lot different from standard sweet talk.”
he glanced down to his lap for a second as you plopped onto the couch next to him, laying your cheek on his bicep. he looked back to you, curious and shy, “is..is that really what you’re into?” your smirk only widened and you never once take your gaze off him, “yeah, i do, why? you taking notes smallville?”
and just like that, he was blushing even harder, you’d wondered if his face could get any more pink at this point. his fingers reached for your hand, intertwining his thick fingers with yours. a shy, tentative smile tugged at his lips, “well..maybe”, he confessed softly, his voice nervous but sincere, “if it makes you happy honey i’d like to try it, but i might need to practise a little first”, he added on sheepishly.
he wasn’t exaggerating about the practise. clark had slowly and quietly integrated your romance novels into his daily routine. over the last few weeks, he’d devour them when he found the chance, completely fascinated by the plots. you’d catch him leaning against the bathroom counter in the morning, one hand mindlessly brushing his teeth with the other held the book, his eyes glued to the pages. or he’d read them while casually flipping eggs on the stove, his superspeed being the only thing that kept them from burning whenever he got too distracted by a particularly intense chapter. he’d even gone as far to reading them on his lunch breaks at the daily planet, having a quick meal on the breezy rooftop and meticulously analysing how the fictional characters talked to each other, desperately trying to memorise their vocabulary so he could figure out how to use it on you.
even when things got intense, clark was still clark. he was never going to be the kind of guy that used harsh, degrading words or threw around vulgar insults, it just wasn’t in his dna. his parents raised him far too well for that. the guy cant even swear, he doesn’t even say ‘oh my god, instead he opts for ‘great scott!’. instead, his version of dirty talk was something entirely different, born out of that heavy, slow, kansas drawl that oozed with passion and possessiveness. he never needed to swear to make you knees weak or your thighs wet. he did it by being a little less polite, letting his voice drop an octave to that confident hero and groaning how much he loved every single inch of you in your ear.
nsfw below the cut.
the air in the room was thick. clark’s cock was thicker, filling up your insides all the way up to your cervix, you sat on his dick, breathing shakily as you try to focus your gaze on him, you could barely focus, it wasn’t your fault, he always made you feel so good. you place your shaky palms onto his hard plane of abs, using them as leverage to bounce up and down on him, “there you go- oh”, he moaned gently, “oh there you go sweetheart, that’s it, make me feel good baby, you’re so good at this aren’t you? my good girl, knows just how to make me feel so so goooood”, his head tilted back as he gripped your hips, fucking up back into you, pistoning his tip to your g-spot, your sweet moans snd twitching of your warm wet pussy gushed more gooey pre cum of him. lewdly lubing up your insides even further.
your tits bounced over him as you rode him. and god he loved them, he loves all of you but the sight of you when you ride him is just too much, no literally it was too much. he was about to blow his load any second, that sweet hot knot in his tummy close to snapping. he whimpered, pulling your hips down to stop you, huffing shakily, “ngh- o-oh g-gosh..stay right there- stay right there for me- ah, don’t move”, you whined trying to squirm your hips for some friction, reaching down your rub your clit, “clark! ungh- no! ugh cmon! i-i was close!”, you complain rightfully so. clark had wanted to give you everything you needed. to just fuck up into your tight cunt and not even care if he sprayed your insides with his sticky cum, he’d even overstimulate himself and keep bucking up till you orgasmed sweetly on him. but he couldn’t. because he was in charge remember? he wanted to talk to you just how you’d ask him to.
“i said stay right there”, he murmured, deeper and more commanding, forcing your hips still with a new profound grip, “you’re gonna listen to me and sit there till i let you move, mkay honey?”, you nodded but it seemed like thay wasn’t enough, he patted your thigh firmly, coaxing the words out of you, “nuhuh baby, that won’t do, gotta hear your say it, cmon sugar.”
finally when he’d let you move, confident he wouldn’t cum prematurely(happens alot more than he likes it admit), he still whines out lewd praises, rambling and lost in sweet pleasure, “oh! oh- so close darling, you’re close too aren’t you? yeahh my good girl-“, he emphasised, lifting your hips up to pound into you from beneath, positioning his feet flat on the bed to pull himself out halfway only to slam back in again. “ahh- my sweet girl, i’m gonna fill you up a-ah, gonna knock you- ngh- pump you full, you’d like that right? i know you would, your body speaks to me, sweet thing”
Clark x kinky girl but he’s scared to hurt her? <3
love this. clark x fem!reader. asks are open. smut. 18+. word count: approx 2k. went a bit overboard <3
clark sat beside on your plush shared mattress after you had told him about your desire to introduce different kinks into the bedroom. his massive shoulders tightly hunched inwards. he stared at you intently, his fingers trembling slightly with hesitation. “i want to”, he whispered softly, “i want to do anything for you, but you have to tell me your exact limits.”
he looked down to his lap, his voice dropping into that heavy, gravelly, tone that he often used to show he’s serious although he wasn’t aware of just how much you liked it. “honey, we need to talk about the mechanics of this…if i lose focus for even just a millisecond i could—“
“oh my god!”, you let out a delighted laugh, following up with an amused clap, “did you just say ‘the mechanics of this’ in the bedroom?”, cutting him off before he could get into a downward spiral. you shift on the mattress and crawl over him, ignoring the way his strong muscles went rigid and tense underneath you or the way he snuck his hands underneath his thighs, as though you’ll shatter the moment he touches you. you poked a firm finger into his indestructible chest, giving him a teasing grin once you look down at him. “clark, baby, look at me. i’m not made of glass, and i’m certainly not that fragile. you’re not gonna break me.”
“you are human”, he murmured back, his deep blue eyes wide and as always admiring you but he stubbornly kept his hands under his. “i am not…”
you cup his cheek gently, thumb rubbing at the soft yet strong skin. “well then it s a good thing you have excellent strength control, smallville”, you teased, leaning until the tip of your nose brushed against his in chest a subtle swan kiss. “now get your hands out from under your butt so we can talk about a safe word, i know that’d make you feel better.”
a tiny helpless huff of a laugh escaped his nose. slowly, with an agonising caution, clark slid his hands from under his thighs. he didn’t touch you immediately, his large palms hovered for a second before resting at your waist. “okay..”, he relented, his broad chest heaving slowly as he took in a deep grounding breathe then exhaled slowly, “okay, what’s the safe word?”
you hum thoughtfully, tilting your head as you took in his expression, “mmm, i was thinking kryptonite but that might give you a heart attack”, clark’s eyebrows shot straight up into his hair, “absolutely not, no rock-based safe words, please.”
“fine, fine”, you chuckled, sliding your hands to lay them on his wide shoulders. his eyes tracking your movements with a slight hyper fixation. “let’s go with pineapple, can’t go wrong with that can you? not like it’s something you’ll say if you’re over thinking a little spanking.”
the tips of his ears and apples of his cheeks flushed an endearing shade of pretty pink, “pineapple.” he repeated, testing the random word on his tongue. “right…i-i can remember that. okay..but you have to promise me you’ll use it the moment you need to okay? no hesitation? please??”
you melted a little at his sheer vulnerability and his anxious pleas, “i promise clark, the very second i feel off ill use it”, you murmured, your tone softening into a gentle reassurance that wiped the worry of his face. you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his warm cheek, “i trust you. completely.”
he swallowed nervously with a firm nod. “okay…okay i trust you too sweetie.”
“good!”, you beamed, your playful attitude returning immediately as you reached over to the nightstand, your fingers wrapping around a smooth delicate silk tie you set aside earlier. you held it up between the both of you with a smug grin, letting it dangle teasingly in front of him. “i was thinking we start by using this?”, you ask.
his eyes widened, the furious blush returning tenfold once his brain caught up with what you were implying, “y-you…you want to tie me up?”
“nope”, you laughed lightly, pressing the soft fabric into one of his massive, hesitant palms. “i want you to tie me up.”
nsfw under the cut.
your wrists were bound above your head, your pretty eyes shut and covered with another silky tie. clark’s thick cock sliding into you with lewd squelches, his tip hits your g-spot every time without fail from its impressive girth and length. being restrained and blindfolded forced your senses to single out any other sensation and focus simply on the smallest touches. giving him full control over when and what you feel. his weight pinning your hips to the mattress, his palms forcing your thighs open. the soft tuft of his happy trail tickling your throbbing clit with each thrust. “fuck! mm- clark! feels so good! ungh!”
his brows furrow in pleasure and concentration, thumb rubbing your clit gently as he reprimands you, “o-oh my god, lan- ah! language sweetie.” although clark is certainly feeling good and he’s focussing on your pleasure too, he remains focussed on your heartbeat, using his super hearing to distinctively listen to the slightest change in rhythm. he uses it to always check up on you and ask you questions, “i can hear your pulse racing honey, don’t lie to me. tell me what your want.” he knows the exact difference between when you’re turned on and when you begin to feel startled or anxious. if it spikes in a way he doesn’t like, he will stop immediately and check up on you. thankfully that hasn’t happened yet because he knows just how to please you.
when you talked to him about spanking, it was veeeery hard to get to clark to follow through. because he can’t feel pain the same way humans do, he is extremely terrified of misjudging force. when he agrees(very hesitantly), he marks your skin with his oceanic eyes, searching for the slightest hint of a flush or bruise. the first time he spanked you, it was very gentle, almost like a little pat. you wiggled your ass at him whilst arching your back enticingly, peering at him over the curve of your shoulder, “cmooon clark, i can take more than that, that was nothing”, he gulps softly, “o-okay, if you’re sure about it…”, before really spanking you. you yelp immediately and your breath hitches. he stopped with a deep gutted fear, “are you okay? did i hurt you? was it too much??”, once you reassured him you were fine and actually liked it, he continued. every time he delivers a strike, he followed it up with the soft rub of his thumb on the curve your ass, asking for a “1-10” scale rating. when he gets even more comfortable with the concept, he praises you with each spank. “my good girl”, “you take it well don’t you? you’re so good for me.”
clark uses his superhuman endurance to completely control your pleasure, keeping you right on the edge of your sweet orgasm until he decides you’re ready. most of the time, it doesn’t really require force from from and instead relies on his unshakable self control. he’d be rutting into you with desperation one second, eager to be up in your guts. then he’d slow down to a stop the next. your wrists pinned down with just one of his hands as the other rubs at your clit. you whine immediately, huffing as your hips desperately try to squirm up, “noo! ngh, clark please! ah, please move”, you beg. clark leans down to press soft gentle kisses to your face, trailing down to your neck and jaw, “not yet, sweet girl..this pace isn’t so bad, feels good doesn’t it?”, he gently squeezes your pinned wrists, reminding you he controls the pace you reach your release.
he’s already extremely mindful of his grip strength when you ask him to pin down your wrists. but his poor heart almost left his soul when you asked him to choke you. he was fucking you just right, slow and deep, keeping your body pinned beneath him. until you called out to him softly, “hey clark?”, he looked to you immediately, scared he’d squeezed your wrists too hard until you smiled brightly, “choke me.”
he may as well have been a statue with how he froze. his jaw literally dropped and his eyes widened and he stared at you like you’d just asked him to throw you into the sun. “what?”, he asked immediately in pure panic.
“choke me”, you repeated casually, giving him an unbothered tilt of your head despite the heavy tension in the room, “just a liiiittle bit. cmon clark it’s hot!”
“absolutely not!”, he blurted out, hands instantly releasing your wrists as he sat up straighter in retreat, “honey, no. do you have any idea how fragile the human trachea is? i-i can literally crush titanium! if my grip slips for less than a second, oh golly i don’t even wanna think abo—“
“oh clark, stop it! it’s fine”, you groaned, rolling your eyes with a breathless giggle. you sit up forward and wrap your arms around his shoulders before pulling him over ontop of you again. “you’re literally just resting your hand on my throat, you’re not gonna hurt me you big worrywart.”
“the thought of putting my hands around your neck…i-it terrifies me sweetheart”, he whispered, his eyes wide with genuine fear and worry. you soften just a fraction, reaching for his hand and wrapping it gently around your throat, your legs crossing around his waist to inch his dick in deeper. “s’okay baby, you’re not gonna hurt me i just know it, cmon..”
bonus: good aftercare
the moment you two reached a blissful orgasm, with you completely satisfied and melting into the sheets, clark moved in quick blurs to ensure you were comfortable afterwards.
before you could even try to blink away the sleep crawling up your spine, the heavy weight of his body vanished and he moved across the bedroom with a hint of his super speed. he was back on the edge of the bed in a fraction of a second. his hair messy, a very light sheen of sweat on his dewy skin.
“here”, he rushed out, his voice a pitch higher than usual as he ushered a glass of water towards your lips.
“its room temperature, i read online that cold water can shock a sensitive human nervous system after an adrenaline drop. drink it please? slow sips, okay?”
you blinked at him, amused but also struggling to keep up with his speed, “clark, babe i’m—“
“and i brought these”, he interrupted frantically. completely ignoring your attempts to calm him down as he gestured to the snacks that were on the bedside table. wait..when did those get there? there were your favourite biscuits, sweeties and small treats. “your blood sugar might be low. i can hear your tummy rumbling sweetie, can’t you hear it? oh- or is that your digestion? do you feel nauseous? if you’re dizzy you should lie flat honey.”
he carefully eyes over your body, mentally noting down anything he’d question. “i just…i need to make sure you’re okay”, he added, gently draping a soft fluffy blanket over you. “is this too heavy? is the material ok? if you don’t like it i can always quickly fly down to linen shop and get you another one?”
clark kent x single mom reader! clark would be the best partner to a single mom and is obviously so girldad coded maybe reader has a little girl and he fits into their little family like he’s always been there
this is so cute. fluff. asks are open. word count: approx 1k.
single mom reader! in which you try your best to balance both work life and domestic moments for your beautiful daughter. the weight of such responsibilities immediately lifting the moment you started dating clark. somehow despite being ‘mild mannered reporter clark kent’ and ‘man of tomorrow: superman’, he’s managed to effortlessly fit both you and your daughter in his life.
you enter your shared apartment after work to the smell of a sweet red velvet cake followed by the sound of giddy laughter and childish screams paired along with a deep chuckle. the warm yellow light of the kitchen outlining their silhouettes. your daughter and clark at the kitchen amid a giant yet controlled mess. flour and icing smeared on their matching aprons and across the kitchen counter. the sink overflowing with bowls, spatulas, measuring cups. just as you enter, you manage to catch him using his super speed to catch a bowl of icing your daughter accidentally nearly tipped over. although your daughter couldn’t care less when she saw you, running up to you with a glee and hugging your leg tight.
clearly having enjoyed her baking with clark, “mommy! clark let me stir the sauce, he said i’m the best baker in metropolis!”, you let out an airy laugh. glancing to clark before you picked her up, “did he now? well i don’t think he was lying sweetheart, it smells wonderful in here”, you reassure her, pinching her soft cheek which earned a high pitched giggle, her soft palms playfully pushing your fingers away.
then a warm steady hand rests on the small of your back, clark leans in to give you a soft kiss and you catch the faint taste of icing on your lips, his voice is deep and welcoming as always, "welcome home honey, sit down and rest, we made an excellent cake for you today and someone missed you terribly", he gestures to your daughter, poking her cheek gently. he gestures to the kitchen with a nonchalant gesture, waving his hand with a playful smile when he looked to the counter, "we had a slight...mishap with the flour but i promise it'll be spotless before bedtime.", he gave you a look he knew you couldn’t stay mad at.
and that was only one of the many occasions between your daughter and clark, such as...
despite the man being faster than a literal speeding bullet, he always lets her win at tag, sighing with a faux frown, "aw shucks, you caught me again? how are you so fast?", he huffed, placing his hands on his hips and looking to her with admiration, the kind that made her jump and laugh about in pride.
or how he’d pretend to have such a hard time finding her during hide-and-seek despite having x-ray vision. clark keeps a frantic gaze over the apartment, scratching his at his soft curls in a confused manner, “i wonder where she could be…will i ever find her??”, he’d murmur just loud enough for her to hear, grinning internally when he catches onto her soft snicker from the closet, believing she’d successfully hid from him. she jumps out of the closet, clapping at her victory, “haha! you couldn’t find me! you’re really bad at this game”. clark smirks shyly at her criticism, “hey don’t be mean, i really tried!”, he protested.
or how you'd find the two perched up on a mini tea set, his hair in all sorts of braids and ties with pink scrunchies and crème-white bows. he looks way too large for the scene but he hugs his knees to sit across her, slowly reaching down and pouring them both tea in an elegant manner, he carefully makes sure the tea is not too hot to burn or harm her.
clark of course doesn't just protect her physically, he's right by her side emotionally. in those quiet moments whether it's at breakfast before school, or at night before bedtime, he'd sit with her cross legged on the living room floor, playing with her toys and listens intensely to her stories about school, "a stupid boy stole my blue crayon", "i saw a really cool bug today!", or a thought she had that day or even a particular toy she likes (p.s he always gets whatever toys she mentions). and clark makes sure she knows he's listening, responding between each pause in her sentence with a curious, "really?", "mhm, go on?", "and then what happened?", as though he's taking in details for a front-page breaking news headline.
there had been times where you've worried about finding someone who'd love you and your daughter just as much. but clark washed that worry away, always subtly reminding you that you two are a team and one that he cherishes. he gently nudges you with his elbow when your daughter asks him for an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. sometimes, clark knows you're in a rush for a work and struggling to ready breaktast so he uses his heat vision with a cheeky grin to toast some garlic bread for your daughter.
when the day comes to a slow end and the sun winds down in metropolis. the three of you brush your teeth together, and clark funnily (but not surprisingly) has a ‘brush your teeth' song, both you and clark tuck your daughter into bed. but clark never leaves without an elaborate bedtime story. changing his voice for each different character in the book.
thanks to his superhearing, if your daughter is having a bad dream, clark immediately catches onto the hitch of her breath, or the soft whimper that sleepily leaves her throat. without even a second thought he gets up and approaches her gently, whispering soft comforting reassurances, “hey, s’okay, you’re okay..y’re safe now, okay?”, he walks back to your shared bedroom, bouncing her gently on his arm as he rubs her back. he tucks her in between the two of you and sleeps peacefully holding you both close. wrapped in his presence, you both felt anchored and cushioned, drifting off to sleep.
clark kent x fem!reader. smut. 18+. asks are open. word count: approx 400 words.
content: prone bone. creampie.
you whine as he buries his thick cock deep inside you, “ah! clarkkk!”, burying your face into the pillow as he looms over you. kissing your cheek and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “m’sorry honey, i know..i know it’s a lot”, he emphasises, bringing you sweet relief when he clumsily reaches between your body and the mattress, finding your clit and rubbing soft circles, trying his best to help you ignore the dull ache the stretch brings. he smiles softly when he sees your eyes roll back, the smile quickly wipes off his face with a deep groan when you clamp down and tighten on his length.
he braces himself on one forearm, careful not to crush you with his weight, “doing so good f’me sweetie..”, he murmurs, pressing his broad chest to your back, the position felt maddening, you could really only feel him, both inside and out. finally, when the ache morphed into nothing but pleasure, he jerked his hips into you, sliding aaaall the way in, his pelvis flush against your ass and his balls smushed agaisnt your sensitive clit. clark’s eyes roll back, a heavy whimper crawling from his throat, he loved how you felt around him, so warm, so wet. sometimes he wishes he could be there forever. his large palms grab your hips, lifting you up slightly to get even deeper and fuck into that sweet spot of yours, the one he knows you like and makes you cry out his name. he groans in ecstasy when when you clamp down. "mngh! a-ah-golly, o-oh sweetheart, you feel s'good", he pants out, leaning back over to pound into you with a certain gentleness.
you can only moan shamelessly, gripping the pillows, heaving and arching back to meet his thrusts, “clark! please! m’so close!”, your pussy squeezed around him, forcing all the cum out of his heavy balls. clark whines, abs flexing and tensing as he buries himself to the hilt, his brain fuzzy with the pleasure whilst he cums deep inside, thick creamy spurts oozing out with every small thrust to drive out your shared orgasm.
for a moment, the room is still and quiet, all that’s audible is the sharp panting between you both. clark tilts your head so that you look at him over your shoulder before leaning in to give a soft sweet kiss, jarringly different to the rough pounding you just received a minute ago. “did so good for me sweetie, my pretty girl..”, he mutters between kisses.
