꒰ . 🪽 。wife!reader loves clark’s glasses ◟ `` ˖ ─── clark loves teasing you about your very obvious weakness for his glasses.
you were like 95% sure you noticed that you had a thing for your husband in glasses when you brought his lunch to him at the daily planet last week. martha had insisted that “well, daddy needs to eat! he’s gonna be hungry, mama!” so you packed a small bagged lunch and that’s how you found yourself at your husband’s job at 11:00 on a tuesday.
you entered the bullpen with martha glued to your hip. you looked for lois first since she and your husband were desk partners. martha saw him before you did. she separated herself from you and ran over to her father. “daddy! daddy!” clark was sorting through files, his back turned to you and your daughter. he turned at the sound of martha’s voice. his face broke out into a huge grin. martha launched herself at her dad, not wanting to let him go. you followed behind her with clark’s lunch in your hand. he fixed his glasses that were a bit askew and you could swear your heart stopped.
he looked so handsome. it’s not like you had never seen him in glasses before. but he seemed different today. a good different. he smiled at you, pulling you in by your hip. martha tugged on your skirt and pouted up at you both. your husband picked her up, placing martha on his hip. “martha wanted to bring you lunch.” you explained, placing the bag on his desk. clark nodded and then hiked martha up higher on his hip since she was slipping. you could tell that today was a slow day at the planet. usually, anytime you visited, clark barely had a moment to breathe. he was always running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
clark placed martha back on her feet. he gave you a quick kiss to your lips and gave martha a kiss to her cheeks and let you both leave. you would see him later tonight at the farmhouse. martha, on the other hand, did not want to leave her father. you tried to coax her away from him but she just would not budge. clark knelt to martha’s level and gave her a hug. “you have to go help mama at home. i’ll see you tonight, okay, baby?”
“okay, daddy!” martha smiled and attached herself back to your hip. you picked her up and kissed her cheek. he gave you another quick kiss and then released you. you were practically in heaven whenever he kissed you. it got worse over the next few days. you actually had to live the room to collect yourself a few times. one night, after putting martha to bed, clark was reading. you were cleaning up after dinner. you glanced over to see him deliberately adjust his glasses, basically staring into your soul.
“stop that.” you said, throwing the rag in the sink behind you and crossing your arms. your husband had to nerve to laugh! “i’m not doing anything. i’m just reading.” you had enough. you marched over and pulled him into a kiss. clark didn’t even think twice before he was pulling you down to his lap, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. clark was the first to pull away, resting his forehead against yours.
“want to take this to bed?” you asked, already unbuttoning his shirt. you pushed his hair back, getting that same stubborn curl out of his face. he didn’t even say anything, he just picked you up with your legs still around his waist and went to bed. you were so in love with clark joseph kent, if would be embarrassing if you weren’t married to the guy.
the next morning? you were so sure you had died and went to heaven. you woke up to kisses to your neck and behind your ear. clark was pressed against your bare back. you 100% were not getting out of bed unless it was absolutely necessary. then you remember you had a six year old down the hall. you sat up and scanned the floor for your clothes from last night. you were about to get out of bed completely until clark pulled you back down. “martha’s dead asleep. she won’t wake up for at least another 3 hours.” you felt a tug at your lips. the next think you knew, clark was all over you. you really loved mornings like this. just you and him. he didn’t have work and the world hadn’t called for superman just yet.
“i think i’m more attracted to your glasses than your super suit,” you whispered, watching as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. he pulled you into a deep kiss that made your brain short circuit.