Man of Steel, Heart of Gold
Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x chubby!fem!reader (no y/n or body descriptions other than not being skinny and having a larger chest)
warnings - cursing, dirty talk, piv sex, pregnancy talk (future pregnancy discussed)
Summary: After getting back from a work party, your insecurities get the better of you. Your boyfriend, Clark Kent, reassures you that he finds you attractive…
A/N: I'M STILL ALIVE! Just been dealing with rotating writer's block *and* changing hyper-fixations...I've also got a Stranger Things fix-it in the works, but it needs more written before I post anything. I *promise* that Perfectly Flawed will continue! ....eventually.
I stand in front of the mirror in my underwear, looking at my reflection. I sigh, pinching my stomach and frowning.
"What's wrong?" Clark says, exiting the bathroom and lying down on the bed.
"Oh, uh, nothing..." I say, sighing again as I turn around and look at my backside. "It's just..." I falter, turning and seeing him gaze at me with a small smile on his face.
"It's just...I could stand to lose some weight, is all..." I say softly, turning back to the mirror, scowling faintly at my reflection.
"Where's this coming from all of a sudden? Why do you say that?" Clark asks, standing up behind me and wrapping his arms around me.
My breath hitches, then I mumble out, "I just...I'm so much bigger than everyone else at work. I didn't realize how much til that party...seeing all the other women in dresses I could only dream of wearing..."
"Did you want a dress? It wouldn't be a problem to get you one you want-" he says, hugging me and kissing my cheek, causing me to grin.
"N-no, Clark, that's not what I mean. Not...quite, at least. I mean...there were some that there is no way I could wear them, design-wise, even if I wanted to. Do you know how long I've wanted to dress up as Jessica Rabbit for Halloween? But if I did, I'd run the risk of a major wardrobe malfunction, and she's busty, but these..." I say, gesturing to my chest. "Would seriously test the tensile strength of the dress..."
Smiling shyly and blushing lightly, Clark says, "I mean, there's no guarantee we'd even make it out of the apartment if you wore that..." tickling me slightly.
I let out a giggle, then say, "But my point is, I can't wear that kind of stuff and look good in it. Not without losing weight..."
He hums and says, "Do you want to wear 'that kind of stuff'?" resting his head in the crook of my neck.
"Yes! No! I-maybe? I think I'd just like to have the choice of being able to wear it, and not have my body or others judging make that choice for me..." I say, leaning back against Clark and sighing.
"Did anyone...say anything?" he asks, frowning slightly, looking over at me in the mirror.
"No, but...I just...couldn't help but feel...out of place. My body didn't look like everyone else's, not even close..." I say, shoulders slumping.
"OK, but...I love that about you. I love that you aren't like everyone else here. You...you kind of remind me of home..." Clark says shyly.
I look at him in the mirror, an eyebrow cocked in amusement. He grins and says, "Well, you know I grew up on a farm, right?"
"Yeah, Smallville, I remember you telling me. What, do I remind you of a tractor or something?" I tease him.
"No! I mean, I do enjoy it when you ride me..." Clark says, blushing.
"Clark!" I say, laughing.
"But no, you...you're strong. You don't break down when things get difficult. You...you keep me grounded and remind me of the important things," he says, kissing my cheek.
"Besides," he continues thickly, running his hands over my body. "We wouldn't be able to have the kind of sex I know you like. I'd be too afraid of breaking you..."
I smirk and say, "Y'know, you damn-near did our first time..." which makes his hands stop momentarily and his face blush furiously.
"You-you know what I mean, though," he says, his hands moving and squeezing my curves.
"Yes, I do, Clark. But shouldn't I...wouldn't I look better, if I..." I start to say.
"No. I think you look gorgeous as you are. Do you need me to prove it to you?" He says, pulling me against him to have me feel the hard outline of him.
"Mmm, I don't know, maybe I could do with some convincing..." I say playfully, swaying my hips and teasing by rubbing against him.
He whines and turns me around, kissing me as he runs his hands all over my body. He groans as he squeezes my breasts and ass, and I step back, slowly stripping my bra and panties off. His eyes grow darker, and the bulge in his pants grows larger. I smile as he starts palming himself.
Clark starts undressing, and I go over to the bed and lie back, watching as my boyfriend sheds his clothes. I can't help but bite my lip and let out an 'Ooh' as he steps out of his underwear, his dick slapping against his stomach. He rubs his thick length once, and my eyes follow as he does so, my legs squeezing together at the sight of the drops of pre-come clinging to the swollen head.
He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. "Mmm, gotta get you ready, sweetheart..." he says, spreading my legs and leaning down for a lick.
I grab him by his hair, pulling his head up and away from my folds. He whines and cocks his head to the side as if to ask, 'Why?' I tug on his hair to bring his face to mine, and say, "Clark, I want to feel you...now. No prep."
"Are-are you sure? I-I don't want to hurt you..." he asks, and I kiss him sweetly on the lips.
"Mmm, but sometimes, it feels good when it hurts a little bit. Besides, I think I'm rather ready as-is, love." I say in a low voice, smirking when Clark flushes as he tentatively slides his hand near my waiting heat.
He groans when he's able to slide one finger in with little resistance, then adds another, pumping them in and out. I whine and say, "Clark, you're teasing. Please, I need you."
He looks back up at me and nods, grasping himself at the base and guiding himself into me.
"Fuck, Clark, you feel so good..." I moan, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the fat head of his cock pushes into me, the stretch burning in a delicious way. He grunts as he tries to go slowly, easing in and out as my hole gradually accommodates his size.
I let out a wanton cry as he rubs against my G-spot. He smirks and murmurs, "Oh, right there, sweetheart?" I bite my lip and nod, mewling as he leisurely fucks into me, hitting my spot with every slow thrust.
It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for me to reach my climax, moaning as I clench around Clark's massive length. His eyes close slowly, and he lets out a groan as he feels me flutter around him. He stills as he lets me recover, kissing me sweetly.
After a minute, I'm running my fingers through his hair, begging for him to start moving again. His hips begin their movement, and my eyes flutter shut at the satisfying drag of him against my walls.
Clark chuckles, softly saying, "Oh, is my pretty girl zoning out?"
I grin, my eyes still closed in bliss as I say, "No, just loving how you make me feel, how perfectly you hit my spots. Mmm, Clark, right there, baby..."
His hips go a little faster, and he starts letting out little whines. I open my eyes to look at him, and can't help but smile at the sight.
His eyes are shut tight, his black curls flopping into his face, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth open as he starts fucking me faster. I reach up and stroke his face, still smiling as he opens his eyes, alight with lust.
"Feel good, love?" I ask teasingly, and he rests his forehead on my chest as he keeps thrusting.
"Mmm, so wet, so tight..." he gasps, whining when I clench around him.
"Yeah?" I ask, kissing the top of his head, and I let out a breath as he starts licking and sucking my breasts.
"C-clark, mmm, y-you trying to get me to come again already?" I stammer out as he angles his hips to hit my sweet spot and have his length rub against my clit at the same time.
I feel him grin against my chest as I start letting out breathy little 'ah's, quickly hurtling toward another orgasm.
"Oh, oh, Clark, please..." I start to beg, and he lifts his head to look at me.
"What, you want me to stop?" he asks.
"Don't you dare, oooh Clark, don't stop, baby, don't stop..." I moan, feeling my orgasm crash over me again as I clutch at his back.
Clark starts to slow down, but I clench around him, whining, "No, keep going, please, Clark..."
He looks at me for a moment, hips going back to his previous speed, then asks, "Are you sure?"
I nod emphatically, saying, "I want you to keep fucking me til I can't move."
He gives me his patented boyish grin, still pistoning in and out of me. He kisses me softly as he starts fucking me rougher. I groan and kiss him deeper, feeling his hips twitch slightly as he pulses inside of me.
"Mmm, you gonna come for me, love?" I purr in Clark's ear, my legs wrapping around his waist.
"Not quite yet, maybe after giving you one more..." he says, hand snaking between us to rub my clit as he shifts his position to drive into me deeper.
His thumb rubbing quick circles onto my bundle of nerves propels me over the edge, making me cry out as he makes me come hard, dissolving into sheer rapture. I moan again as he fills me with his seed, feeling it spurting out as he keeps pumping into me to prolong our orgasms.
We lay there, Clark giving me soft kisses along my neck, down my chest, on my face, and finally, he pulls out of me, groaning as he watches his fluids slowly drip out.
I smirk as I watch him, biting his lip as he raises and lowers his hand, and his cock twitches. "Clark, not yet. I'm not ready to be pregnant just yet, but when I am, I promise you can stuff me full to knock me up." I say with a giggle. He whines at my words.
He climbs out of bed, heading to the bathroom. I pout and say, "Hey, don't go too far, I was serious when I said I wanted you to fuck me til I couldn't move, Clark. I've been so horny this week..."
He comes back out in his underwear with a washcloth in his hand. He smirks and starts gently wiping me down, saying, "That's because you're ovulating, sweetheart. I can smell it."
I grin and say, "Yeah, sure, there's that. But I also have an incredible boyfriend who's sweet, caring, kind, gorgeous, and really good in bed."
He speeds into the bathroom, then out the bedroom door before he's back in front of me, taking my hand and kneeling as he opens a small jewelry box. "Any way the next time you say that, you could say 'fiancé' or 'husband' instead?" he says with a nervous grin.
I gasp, then smile as I nod, and he carefully places the ring on my finger. I pull him close for a kiss, then say, "Y'know, 'Mrs. Kent' sounds damned good to me. Now, c'mere, you..."
I pull him to me, quickly pushing him onto his back as I climb into his lap, smiling and giggling as I kiss him. I start moving my hips against his, pulling deep groans from him, and he tugs me closer.
Suddenly, we hear screams outside, and we turn and look to see a giant robot on the horizon. Clark turns to me, mouth opening to say something, when I kiss him and say, "Go. The city needs you. I'll be here, love."
He gives me a grateful look and kisses me as I slide off of him onto the bed, then hops out of bed and rushes around to suit up.
As he opens the window to fly out, I wrap the bedsheet around me and walk over to give him one last kiss, shouting after him, "Be careful!"
I stand there at the window, watching him fly off, then sigh and look at my left hand. "You'd better be safe, Clark. We've got a wedding to plan." I say softly with a smile.
ellievsbear
baratheonpilled
discoholicmusic
prguitarman
stormborns
