Let's Marvin Gaye and Get It On - DCEU! Clark Kent x Reader
A/N: sorry this idea got stuck in my head and I had to let it out.
pairing: DCEU! Clark Kent x fem!reader
warnings/content: p in v, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, softdom! clark
word count: 1.4k
You and Clark spent your evening the way you spent most evenings - sitting on the couch together watching television, often you choosing to catch up on Love Island or Below Deck while Clark happily sits with you, watching the baseball game on his phone, scrolling through news stories. It’s quiet and uneventful, but it’s routine, and neither of you seemed to mind usually, but tonight, tonight was different.
Clark had been working late the past few days on a story, writing and revising and editing, piles of discarded paper tossed about the floor of his office at home, his neat, masculine writing scratched out or scribbled over on all of them. He always preferred to handwrite his notes for a story and refer to them again as he typed the final draft - “call me old-fashioned,” he’d always said. He’d been running himself into the ground trying to finish what he was working on, and you could tell the stress was getting to him as he began to withdraw from you. He’d grown quieter, becoming less and less of a conversationalist as the week went on, the normal fiery passion behind his kisses sizzling out to just sweet, soft pecks on the cheek here and there with a hollow, emptiness to them. Not wanting Clark or your relationship to suffer further, you devised a plan.
As your show ended, your lips curled up into a grin, eyes watching Clark’s reaction to his phone to gauge when to put your plan into motion. You could hear a commercial come on during a break in the game, the sounds of a sales pitch for beers blaring through the small speaker built into his phone. Clark huffed a sigh and set the phone down before turning to look at you. He caught a glimpse of the smirk that you were now sporting, and cocked his eyebrow in response.
“You ok, baby? You’re looking at me…differently,” He started.
You slowly straddled Clark’s hips, lowering yourself into his lap as you rested your arms on his shoulders, smiling sweetly at him. The hem of your skirt lifted up as you sat, revealing your lack of undergarments. It always seemed to turn Clark on to see you like this, a tiny skirt with no barrier between his hand and your core. He loved teasing you normally - he liked the reaction he got, watching you squirm and struggle with keeping it to yourself whenever you went out together.
“You seem tense, sweetheart,” you purred, nodding your head as your finger traced his jawline slowly.
You watched as Clark swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. His icy blue eyes never left you as you settled yourself onto his thighs, your hands dragging their way lazily down his torso, the flannel material of his button up shirt grazing against the pads of your fingers. He stared at you with newfound intensity, watching as your hands slipped the buttons of his shirt open one at time with ease. You began slliding the material back off his shoulders slightly, just enough to expose his skin, the dark curls of hair on his chest now very clearly visible, tapering off before trailing down his stomach to the waistline of his jeans.You drifted your touch down to his belt, undoing the metal buckle slowly, dragging your actions out to see how far you could push Clark.
“Honey, you’re driving me crazy right now, you know that?”
His voice was soft and sweet, yet a hint of dominance lingered as he spoke, his lips just barely away from your ear, his warm breath against your earlobe was enough to set your skin alight with passion, a tingling sensation overcoming you from head to toe as you tugged on his belt, freeing it from his jeans before letting the buckle clatter to the floor. You hummed as you undid his jeans, smirking at him innocently as your eyes met his. His normally cheerfully bright blue eyes had darkened, now full of lust and wanting as he watched your every move.
You got up from his lap just enough to tug his bottoms down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your eyes drifted to the sight of his cock. No matter how many times you’d seen it over the course of your relationship, you couldn’t help but be taken slightly aback by its sheer size - thicker and longer than you’d expected the first time you’d slept with him, but even now at the thousandth time seeing it, you found yourself wearing the same proud yet intimidated smirk as you took in the sight of it. You licked your lips before taking your spot back on his lap. This time however, you sat back slightly, resting your body onto his thighs to tease him.
Clark tutted before grabbing you by the hips and swiftly pulling you on top of his lap, thrusting his hardened cock into you. His hand gripped your hair, giving it a gentle tug to bring your gaze on to him. You let out a soft gasp, caught off guard by Clark’s sudden dominance. You loved when he took charge, but it happened so infrequently that when it did occur, you were always surprised. Clark was typically, very much an equality champion when it came to sex - you both had the same level of control and say in everything, which you did appreciate, most of the time. He smirked at the sound of your gasp, leaning in to whisper into your ear, his cock remaining inside you, though his hips refusing to move an inch for you.
“You wanted to keep my cock warm for me? That’s sweet of you, honey,” He teased, his voice rasping at you as he spoke.
“Clark, baby,” you whined, grinding your hips into his as you tried to urge him to thrust again, “Need you.”
“Need me to do what, sweetheart?” He grunted, trying to resist the urge to thrust into you, wanting to tease you a little longer. “Need you to fuck me, please?” You begged, nodding your head. Clark gave you a devilish smile as he began bucking his hips upwards into your core, his hands holding you in place by your hips as he fucked into you. You began melting into his touch, your thighs quivering as you felt him thrusting into you harder and faster with each movement. Your hands found their way onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you steadied yourself. You felt Clark growl your name into your ear before taking your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug.
“You like feeling me fill you up, don’t you baby?”
A loud whine escaped your lips as you bounced up and down on Clark’s cock, feeling your muscles tense up and tighten around him. Clark let out a strangled moan, saying your name as if it was a spoken prayer, worshipping your every feature, every movement as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.
“Taking me so well, honey, being such a good girl, taking all of me.”
You threw your head back as you felt him thrust harder into your spot, making you see stars with every move he made, his movements becoming less calculated, less reformed, his hips stuttering as he hit his orgasm. Your muscles gripped his cock tightly, clenching onto him as he filled you, your own orgasm following suit. As you rode it out, you felt Clark give a few slow thrusts of his hips forwards. You stood up on trembling legs, feeling everything Clark had just given you drip down your leg. He smirked up at you from his seat on the couch, dragging his finger through it before shoving two thick fingers back inside of your throbbing pussy. You let out a loud, almost pornographic sounding moan as he fucked his fingers into you.
“You like that, honey? Like when I push it back into that sweet pussy of yours?” He teased before pulling his hand away.
A trembling, quivering mess, you took your seat beside Clark back, sitting down on the couch. Clark gave you a lopsided smile as he turned to face you, nodding his head.
“I’m less stressed out now, if that was your whole plan,” he said matter-of-factly.
“How did you know?”
“Baby, did you forget I’m a journalist? I have sources,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.