hi
idea
i am PLEADING for a drabble
please please
clark gets shrinkified and ofc nothing will stop those horny bastards so the normal trope of clark being in bruces underwear
bruce throught he'd get fingered or his clit played with
he didn't expect clark to take advantage of his size combined with his lack of need for air or anything and just climb up in that pussy
bruce is in a meeting and desperately trying to keep a straight face as clark worms his way from sitting by his leg to burrowing through his folds and right into that pussy
he climbs inside and starts walking around, flying, stroking his walls, kissing them, laving his tongue over them, seeing if you can give hickies in there
bruce is talking to the press and clark starts toying with his cervix and climbing into his womb to walk around
literally ANYTHING PLEASE just g/t and public-ness
After Clark got shrunken to the size just slightly bigger than the Lego figure, Bruce - as his husband - took it upon himself to take care of him before the man would return to normal.
Clark firmly believed he didn't need to be taken care of. His powers were still there, just packed into that tiny new body, but Bruce insisted for Clark to not leave his side.
The Kryptonian enjoyed this whole situation in a way. He liked riding in Bruce's breast pocket or on top of his head.
"You try reenact Ratatouille and you're dead."
"Aww."
But the best part of being tiny were the new possibilities it provided for their sex life.
They planned to explore a bit in the evening, but it quickly turned out Clark didn't want to wait that long.
At some point during the business dinner with four other CEOs, Clark moved from Bruce's breast pocket and into the one in his pants.
Bruce didn't think much of it.
Until he felt Clark rip a hole in his pants and underwear.
Bruce shifted nervously when Clark slipped between his pussy lips and began to rub his whole body against Bruce's cunt.
It became wet instantly, making it even easier for Clark to stroke it and eventually, even slip inside.
The smallest gasp Bruce produced didn't catch anyone's attention, thankfully, and the only sign that something was going on was Bruce's slightly flushed face.
He blamed it on the spicy food.
Bruce pressed his thighs together, barely holding back a moan when Clark was now wiggling inside his vagina.
He could feel his husband humping his fluttering walls while Bruce tried to talk to the other people at the table.
Bruce stuttered, made pauses in almost every sentence. He could barely focus on words he was speaking when all he wanted to do was moan.
But he didn't tell Clark to stop. Quite the opposite.
He knew Clark was able to hear him, so when someone else was speaking, Bruce said barely audible "more".
Clark began vibrating his body.
Bruce clenched his fingers around the fork, and bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood to stop himself from crying out.
Instead, he only sighed gently as the wave of intense pleasure rolled through his body when he orgasmed in front of his business partners.
They noticed his shallow breathing, asked if he was okay, and with a straight face Bruce assured them he was all right.
They had no way of knowing that Bruce's shrunken husband was currently up his cunt and just made him climax.
And it only made the whole thing so much hotter.
Bruce's pussy was clenching repeatedly, hugging Clark's tiny body moving inside him. Bruce was aware of his every movement and felt him crawling deeper.
The soft, hot walls of his cunt weren't able to stop the Kryptonian that easily reached Bruce's cervix.
Bruce cum again when Clark started vibrating once more. Right against the narrow entrance to his womb.
He could just tell Clark was fucking it right now with his tiny cock, and Bruce wanted so badly to shove his own hand down his panties and up his cunt, and feel him inside like that.
He just rubbed his thighs under the table instead, pleasuring his engrossed clit and labia, the wet fabric of his pants creating the delicious friction.
Clark, still vibrating, slowly climbed inside his womb. He immediately started moving around there, like he was exploring some cavern, and Bruce wondered if that's how having your baby kick felt like.
It didn't last long, and Clark wiggled out again. Only to climb back in. Then back out again, using his own body to fuck Bruce's womb fast.
Bruce orgasmed again, almost passing out because of how strong it was this time - pleasure mixed with pain of having his cervix forced open.
Like starting a birth, over and over again.
When the meeting finally ended, Bruce didn't leave with the rest of the CEOs. He stayed where he was, not trusting his legs to work.
He didn't get the chance to recover, because Clark started to wiggle his way out of him. Bruce's pussy was so oversensitive every brush of Clark's body against its walls sent new sparks of pleasure through him.
When Clark slipped out, Bruce cum for the last time, allowing himself to moan this time, his cunt desperate to keep Clark inside.
Bruce was breathing heavily, leaning against the back of the chair when Clark flew to hover in front of his face with an impish grin.
He was completely drenched in Bruce's slick. Smelling like it too.
"You're a menace," Bruce told him.
Clark flew even closer, kissing him on the lips. Bruce was able to taste himself on his husband.
"You like it," Clark pointed out smugly.
Bruce smiled blissfully. "I do."
















