what did we say about having sex in the countryside, clarkie? clark kent, masterlist.
warnings: fluff, smut, and lots of raunchy sex. clark being dominant, even though we all know he's a total wimp in bed.
a/n: making one-shots/drabbles about clark kent in alternate universes where he's a lapdog and a sexy, functional adult has always been on my bingo card.
⠀Clark had always been one of those functional men who solve problems when it came to his beautiful and incredible wife, that is, you.
He always fed you, cooked for you, farmed the land, did everything when the two of you went to the countryside for a beautiful and peaceful vacation, although that didn't last when your husband was so... vocal these last few days.
Sometimes you'd find Clark jerking off in the shower, or even secretly. Other times it was Clark gently massaging your ass or sniffing your perfume like a puppy in heat.
Today you had found him doing the first thing. You could see him touching his balls, wanting to feel a little pleasure, and then putting lubricant on his cock, moving his hand up and down and so on.
You couldn't help but admire how well Clark touched himself under the shower stream, and his ass was outlined in a way that you could enjoy without him reprimanding you for it.
How could he reprimand you when you were his damn beautiful wife? You are a goddess to him, and you could see him naked, changed, or even half-naked, and still he would remain motionless so that you could observe every toned detail of his body or other characteristics of his physique.
You smiled, knowing that you had to reprimand him for not respecting the code of not doing anything dirty on the countryside of the field, on your vacation where you were supposed to rest in peace.
And just in case it was true, you realize that he was glancing to the side, out of the corner of his eye; Clark had felt a presence watching him from behind and couldn't help but smile a little, turning around to feel the water sliding down his bare, strong torso, deliberately falling onto his shaved pelvis.
"Do you like what you see, wife?" Clark asks in a serious, flirtatious tone.
"Perhaps, but I must reprimand you for not respecting the code of..." You fell silent when you felt a gentle grip on your waist; Clark led you to the shower, splashing you with the stream of water. "Clark Kent!"
He said nothing, starting to leave small kisses on your jawline, moving down to your neck before tearing your brown plaid shirt and tossing it aside in the shower. His lips crashed against yours in a passionate kiss as he massaged ur breasts, gently squeezing them to lift them slightly, accentuating their fullness.
You gasped as Clark played with the strap of your white tank top, pulling the top of the neckline down to reveal your white bra. The color made your breasts look larger.
Clark's mouth moved to your breasts, between kisses and tongue: that made you arch your back and lean it against the wall tile while you squeezed your husband's soft, wet, black hair.
"Clark, we must... Ah, Clarkie," you moaned softly as he turned you around, pressing the side of your head against the cold tile as he ripped your jeans to pieces, sending a chill through your legs.
"Do you want me to stop?" Clark whispered that question, pulling down your panties to run his middle finger between your buttocks and touch your vaginal lips, feeling how wet you were.
Not only did you moan in a pure and genuine way, but feeling safe and confident that Clark knew what you wanted made you feel more excited than before, so... Well, you didn't refuse to stop for anything in the world.
"I asked you if... Do you want me to stop?" Clark repeated the question, pressing his hard cock against your buttocks.
You shook your head until you felt Clark slowly insert the head of his cock inside you, stealing many sounds of pleasure from you until he moved slowly, depending on the speed you liked.
"Clarkie, god, we shouldn't be doing this..." You whispered, clinging to the shampoo shelf, however, Clark grabs your wrists and puts them behind your back.
"Be more specific." Clark orders, with a broad smile, gradually increasing his speed.
"What did we say about having sex in the countryside, Clarkie?" you asked, the sound of your breasts hitting the wall tile hard, dry, and hot.
"As far as I know and remember..." Clark paused, slapping one of your buttocks as he continued to increase the speed of his thrusts. He let out a deep groan, feeling so good fucking you like this. "You came up with the idea, and here you are, surrendering, begging for it deeper."
You couldn't say anything, he was right.
"And you know I'm right, otherwise you wouldn't be here, squeezing your pussy with my cock inside, would you, baby?" Clark murmurs against your ear.
And this time, you leaned in a little further and decided it was better to feel how good you loved having sex with Clark. He knows how to push you to the limit and break the code you set for this vacation.
You wanted a relaxing, romantic vacation with no sexual intimacy. But you realized you couldn't; you loved having sex with your husband and that wasn't going to change.
So you decided to remain submissive to him, in front of him, and let him fuck you the way you like, because maybe he's a good man and a catch, a gentleman, a morning man and an excellent cook, but inside, he was full of hunger for you and you couldn't deny yourself the chance to feed off of him with a good fuck if necessary.
And that's what he was doing right now.
You also enjoyed watching Clark Kent on ur vacation.
