title # acupuncture needle, new connections
summary # lazy morning cuddles and a bit more in bed with clark
watch out # amab!clark kent, afab!fem!reader, hetero smut, established relationship, day off, p in v, leglock, nsfw, fluffy smut, smut, praise, clark is a dom top, reader is a sub bottom, title is russian doll by dacelynn
you stirred awake as the light spilling through the bedroom window hit your eyes, the sun's rays then shifting to illuminate the edge of the bed where clark leaned over you. he was big and soft-eyed, warm from the combination of the sunlight on his skin, your body heat, and the covers.
his glasses were on the nightstand, forgotten for once. you both had taken the day off, and it felt like it was your first break in weeks. you enjoyed it though, savoring how you could finally just be for once and how the slightly yellowed sunlight made his milky skin glow.
his fingers traced your jaw, moving down your neck and the thin fabric of your sleep shirt reverently.
"you're so beautiful, don't think you even know." he murmured, lips brushing your collarbone.
"you're saying that like it's a crime for me not to," you laughed softly, still a little tired.
"It is. not knowing you're perfect should be illegal." he murmured, smiling into the skin of your neck.
you rolled your eyes, then gasped when he started to suck on you.
he took his time, every bruise careful, not too painful, and unhurried. he made love like he had all the time in the world and you were the only thing in it, and maybe he did, and maybe you were.
when your hands slid under his shirt and felt the strong planes of his back, he shuddered. not because you would ever hurt him, no, never, but because you could—because you were the only person he'd ever let close enough to even try.
"you mkay?" he asked, meeting your eyes as he slowly started to drag your underwear down your legs.
"more than okay."
"good, 'cause I don't wanna stop." he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in as he rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs slowly.
"clark," you whimpered at the pleasure, gripping his wrist but not stopping him.
"I know baby, but I gotta get you ready first. wouldn't wanna hurt you," he explained, humming in satisfaction as a bit of your slick made its way onto his fingers.
a few minutes later, and somewhere in between the hushed praises and soft rubs he'd bottomed out inside of you.
"this feel okay?" he pressed a kiss to your right shoulder.
"mhm, you can move now."
and so he did, easing in and out, back and forth into your cunt. you turned to the side to bury your face in the pillows a bit, embarrassed at the wet, slippery sounds your pussy was already making.
he'd only just started thrusting, but you could feel every single enlarged vein on his dick and how worked up he was already.
"l—love you," you mewled as clark picked up the pace a little, gently guiding your face forward again so he could peer straight into your eyes as he used your hole.
"love you too, so, so much," he groaned then leaned down and wrapped his arms around you. his eyes screwed shut as he hugged you and sped up again.
after a while, he needed to see your face again and planted his hands back on the bed on either side of you, smiling sweetly as he continued.
"so good for me," he grunted, thrusting, "my perfect girl, huh?"
his rough, calloused right index and middle fingers moved to gently rub your soft clit, drawing a high moan from you.
before you could help it or even think about warning him you were almost screaming his name, clenching around him and coating his member with your cum.
he didn't stop, though, desperate to finish himself.
"'s too much—ah, clark!" you whined but continued to buck your hips to push his cock even deeper inside of you.
he couldn't even respond, brows knitted as he fully concentrated on the way your cunt greedily tried to suck him back in every time he pulled back.
"I'm, I'm close," he managed out between groans, incoherent praises, and pants.
the sight of him, the sounds of skin slapping skin and your pussy squelching, the smell of sweat and sex in the room—it all had you delirious.
"cum in me, please?" you begged, surprising both of you. you didn't back down despite the shyness blooming in your chest, needing to feel him shoot rope after rope of his load into you.
"baby, I—"
"please? I've been so goo—" you pleaded then cut yourself off with another moan.
you felt him start throbbing then stuttering with each thrust, and just to ensure he came in you you locked your legs around his waist—not that he was going to fight you anyway. not when you were squeezing him so, so good and moaning so sweetly into his ears.
he choked up, knuckles turning white as his hands balled into fists and his cum spit into you.
when he was finally done, he sagged onto your body with a groan.
"good morning," you both said in unison on accident then laughed, kissing each other and giggling as he flipped you over to lay on his chest, still inside you.
who knew monday mornings could be so good?
