𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒, 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑘
Clark Kent (Superman) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), established relationship, cockwarming, p in v sex, soft!dom Clark, teasing, p w what plot, v slight degradation, desperate reader, spanking, v slight daddy kink, praise kink, lowkey size kink, aftercare, midnight fuel idea so if it's trash sue me, kinda whiny Clark in the first half, Clark's supercock splits you in half!!, why did I lowkey end it on fluff
boarders by @enchanthings & @cursed-carmine 💌🥂💋
wc: 1.6k (ik it's short i'm sorry)
if any of these warnings make you uncomfortable - i have plenty other fics to satisfy - please meet your own needs friends !
Clark promised.
He had to get this article done by tomorrow morning, or Perry would have his head. And you, as always, were not helping.
Bottoms off and hips deep on his cock, wearing his favorite red set that made your breasts look perfect. You were quite the sight. Clark's hands shook as he clacked away at his cheap keyboard.
You didn't move much, just the slight roll of your hips whenever he slipped and spelled a word wrong, a subtle clench when he paused to look you in the eyes and growl, "Don't."
All the while, you remained innocent, your lips quivering in a sickly-sweet and velvety voice, speaking in the shell of his ear, "Finish your article, Clark." The tilt in your voice when you spoke his name always undid him.
He groans, weak and tired, drawling out the 'l', "Sweet girl, you know I gotta finish this." The vein in his neck popped out with another heavy breath. You lean in to lick it.
Clark slams his hands down on the desk.
"Finish it, then finish me." You challenge, grazing his ear lobe, just light enough to feel your want. You lean back, eager to see his reaction, and it doesn't disappoint.
Clark's eyes find yours as they turn a shade darker. His lip rises at the corner, pronouncing his dipped dimples. His voice comes out ragged, deep, and low. Dangerous.
"Oh. I will. You ain't getting away with this teasing, pretty."
You bite your lip and sigh dramatically, pushing your hips up into him with a pathetic whimper.
"Cmon, daddy. 'M so sleepy."
"Yeah?"
Clark's eyes shudder closed when he hears his calling. His jaw tightens with a pulse, flushing his skin. With a crook of his neck, Clark leans into your flesh, nipping in another strained warning.
He takes a hand from his keyboard and brings it down on your right cheek with a smack.
You breathe in sharply, humming out your pleasure and burying your head in his collarbone.
"You're lingering real close to the line, baby. It's almost like you want me to punish you tonight." Clark sighs, hand smoothing out where he'd spanked. An angry mark lies on your skin, reminding you of whose you were. He was getting annoyed.
"I just want you to feel real good, daddy." You yawn, fake sniffling into his neck, teasing him.
Clark knows you too well to fall for it. He snaps his hips up with a slap, sending his cock straight into your cervix, and causing you to moan loudly into his skin.
"I'm trying to be real patient, baby, but I need to get this done. Let daddy finish, and he'll treat you real good."
You finally quit, sighing in defeat and nodding into his neck.
"Mkay."
He smacks your ass again, this time softer, "Good girl."
You whine, claiming that it "wasn't fair," but Clark's attention is back on his writing. So instead, you sit back and watch him focus. You note how his teeth grind as he mulls over a word. How his eyes flicker back and forth to each line, checking his grammar.
His hair is a mess, partly from a day full of work, running around The Planet, and partly from your fingers and their way of gravitating to his scalp when he returned home in time for dinner.
You thanked the stars that Clark was home tonight. The streets outside whistled quietly, a rare but beautiful sound. It gave Clark a chance to unwind from his superhero duties and live a little more domestically.
Clark sighs, dropping his hands to your waist and leaning back into his chair.
"That is all I can do right now. Perry's gonna have to like it."
You coo happily, grasping his glasses off his nose and setting them down on the table, "It's another interview with your alter ego, right?"
Clark nods with a gulp.
"Then I'm sure he'll love it. The man can't complain when Metro's golden boy allows for a statement." You giggle, brushing back some of Clark's mangled locks. His eyes search yours for a moment, and you lose your breath.
Clark is eating you alive with his gaze.
He smiles devilishly, pinching your ass with his dominant fingers, and you squeal. "Work's for suckers anyway," he whispers, smashing his mouth to yours. You meet him halfway with your glossed lips, letting him access you fully. Clark groans when he tastes you again, and his hands grip your ass unashamedly now, lifting you slightly and bringing you back down on his cock. Again. Again.
You're painfully soaked, arousal dripping all over Clark's lap. But you can't help it, with him being as big as he is. You could come by just sitting on the tip, much less his whole cock. He's splitting you open, no amount of training and sex could ever prepare you for his massive dick.
He pulls back your head by the hair, gently, kissing up and down your jaw. "Gonna be s'good for me, good for daddy, huh?"
You nod mindlessly and whimper into his cheek, kissing it with an open mouth. It only spurs Clark on further.
"Ohhh, d-daddy, yes!" You rasp when Clark hits a different angle, pressing his chest to yours and breathing sharply into your temple. He lifts you and halfway stands, putting his thighs into a straining position as he fucks up into you mercilessly.
His hand spanks you again, hard. You cry with a high-pitched scream, moaning as you make a mess of his cock. "That's it, atta girl. Let me have it," Clark whispers into your cheekbone now, head tilting down to steal you into another bruising kiss.
He lights you on fire with every touch; every thrust is electric. And all the while, Clark is fully aware of your needs. He memorizes you, what feels good, what doesn't. He measures every reaction, making sure that you are totally and completely satisfied.
It's enough to make you weep.
You aren't sure when you come, but you have, and you continue to. The sounds of your wet pussy smacking onto his balls fill the office room of your shared apartment. Clark groans when you scrape your fingers down his shoulder blades, babbling like the little baby you are.
Clark watches you, eyes wide and full of adoration. He kisses your cheek with pursed lips.
"Good girl," he rasps, but doesn't let up. Instead, Clark makes you look at him with one hand, pressing a thumb into your mouth and giving you the eyes that say, "You know what to do."
So you suck his thumb into your mouth, eyes rolling back and chest heaving steadily. Clark enjoys the sight, his other hand guiding your pussy back down on his cock with every snap of his own hips.
"God- fuck, I'm close, baby." He whimpers, voice cracking with a desperate timbre as he fucks you wildly now. His thrusts become erratic, and he groans deeply, hips pressing painfully into your own as he cums deep inside you. Clark's head falls to your shoulder, biting at it.
You feel his cock paint your walls in a familiar warm coating, and you allow your eyes to glaze over lazily, absolutely devastated.
"So, so good, Clark.”
Clark slowly raises his head and meets your eyes. They look so blue in this light. His arms grip you like you’re the last thing he wants to let go of.
"That's daddy to you, little girl. And you're funny if you think we're done."
Oh fuck, what have you gotten yourself into?
Here you were, three rounds later, in bed, Clark’s cum dripping out of you while you squeeze him like a vice. Your top is thrown aside somewhere in the apartment, Clark’s work.
He’s half asleep, coaxing you and kissing your hair like a devoted lover. One palm is feeling at your breasts, giving each a lingering and loving squeeze. The city outside stays hushed and still.
In the silence, you look at your love and smile.
He was wonderful.
You hum, pressing your lips to his as you both lie there, trying to catch your breath. He meets you tenderly, slipping his tongue inside your mouth again, and gently tastes you.
You sit like that for a minute, just kissing. It’s incredibly intimate, and it makes you feel so loved. Clark never shied away from the still moments after sex.
He would always hold you, shush you when you asked if he “liked it.” He’d reassure you, nodding and kissing your belly until you giggled like a little girl.
God.
It had been far too long since you were able to just appreciate him.
Clark yawns and hoists you into his hold, standing. “Let’s go get you a bath.”
You groan in protest, whacking his chest with a weak palm, “Nuh uh, I’m too tired.” Your heart started to pound, alerting you that you were anxious. Clark didn’t have to wash you; you didn’t want to be a burden.
He laughs softly and kisses you forehead.
“I’ll do the work, Y/n, you sit there and look pretty, I can hear you stressing.”
“Clark, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
You didn’t know what you did to deserve Clark Kent, but you knew that you would do anything to keep him.
Your quiet voice whispers out, “Thank you.”
He doesn’t pay it any mind, shushing you.
“This is what I need.”
You nod, his duty to take care and protect, seeped into every aspect of your relationship. Clark couldn’t stand sitting to the side and watching you be independent.
He needs to be needed.
“Okay, but if you wash me, we’re making midnight brownies.”
He huffs out a satisfied laugh.
“Alright, baby. Alright.”
Thank you smmm for reading! I hope you enjoyed this; it was written between the hours of 2-5am, so it might not be wonderful. I very lightly edited today.
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