Can I request a blub about taking a shower with Clark Kent?
Please and thank you!
No need to thank me, I did this more than happily.
Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, showering together, kissing, flirting, slightly suggestive, blushing Clark Kent
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A/N: Really been loving these soft, kind, caring versions of Clark that we've been getting lately. Here's one with MAWS!Clark.
Clark was home a bit before you and spent the day flying all over the place so he thought he'd take a shower before you come home. But he was so absorbed in singing in the shower, the song blasting from the speaker sitting safely on the countertop on the other side of the bathroom, that he didn't hear you come in.
As you peaked into the bathroom you were greeted with the sight of his broad, naked back and his hands soaping up his dark hair. He still hadn't noticed you. Well you could work with that. You got undressed as quietly as possible.
"Room for one more?" Clark jumped, floated upwards at the sudden sound of your voice behind him.
Quickly he tried covering himself up but there was really no need, you'd seen him naked many times. Then he looked away from you, his face and neck pink. "Oh... hi! I didn't hear you get home! H... How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know my boyfriend has an amazing singing voice. Imagine if you ever joined a band, how many fans I'd have to keep away from you." The shower wasn't exactly small, it could fit the both you comfortably but you were always pressed up against each other despite that. You closed the doors of the shower, the glass already fogging up from the warm water and steam.
"I wanted to shower before you got back, that way we'd have more time for... mmh... babe..." Clark came down again when he felt your hands ghosting across his hips, "I'm ticklish, you know that. I..."
Nope, you interrupted him again, silencing him with a deep, sweet kiss. Clark's hands curled around your hips, then up your back, stopping just under your ribs. "You were saying?" You smiled against his lips, entirely too smug about the fact that you had the power to make one of the most powerful men in the universe speechless.
You were high on this power and Clark never wanted to take it away from you.
"I was gonna say... that we don't have that much warm water left. Do you want me to help you wash up? And then we could take this to the bedroom. Seems like that would be, you know, safer."
"Safer for me you mean. You could crash through the wall and you'd be fine." Clark shrugged the comment off, it was true so he wasn't gonna argue against it. He always thought of your safety first. "I'm okay with that, but this time you have to keep your hands to yourself, cause last time it was your fault we got sidetracked." It was also his fault that you ended up spending all the warm water, but he was also determined to warm you up.
For a man who could bend metal like it was nothing he was nothing if not gentle as he ran his hands across your body. He didn't linger if he didn't have to, but he also didn't exactly avoid any sensitive places. All those groans turned whimpers made it very difficult for him to actually focus on the task at hand. Yet Clark was a man who always tried his best to keep his word, and he wouldn't let himself get distracted this time.
"All clean. Except for a few places but..." Clark lifted you up effortlessly, one holding you, the other opening the foggy door, "I was thinking we could use our mouths to clean more sensitive places."
You got clean just so you could get dirty.