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wc: ~1k
warnings.
none, just pure married FLUFF and some kissing :)
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You smile at the sight of Clark in the kitchen, wearing his usual navy pajama pants that are too short for him, a plain white t-shirt and that old flannel robe he's had since...well, forever. He's at the stove, cooking what smells like a little breakfast spread of eggs, toast, bacon for the two of you. Plus, you spot that he's already gotten all the ingredients out for your granola-fruit parfait, along with a bowl and spoon.
"Morning, baby," you say, walking down the rest of the stairs into the kitchen.
His smile widens when he looks back at you, dimples fully present on his cheeks.
"Good morning, beautiful. Go ahead and sit down, everything's almost done."
"But I-"
"Sit down, honey," he repeats, sternly but with a smile. "You're gonna be at work all day, so I want you do be doing as little as possible around the house."
You smile, heart fluttering at his endless appreciation and care for you.
"I can't even come over for a kiss before I sit down?"
"I suppose that's acceptable. But if you don't go sit down right afterwards, I'll tie you down to the chair."
"Don't threaten me with a good time, baby," you hum, smiling as you walk over and pull him in for a kiss. "Mm. I love you."
He grins against your mouth, wrapping a large arm around you to pull you closer. He'll never get tired of this, getting to make you breakfast on his day off.
"Love you too. Now go sit."
Before you step away, he kisses down your neck and down over the fabric of your blouse, his lips briefly worshipping the tops of your breasts. Your husband is nothing if not a boob man.
"Frisky this morning," you chuckle, giving his curls a playful little tug. "Don't burn my eggs, now."
He grins as he watches you walk towards the island, but quickly get side-tracked by the parfait ingredients.
"Can I just-?"
Clark waves the spatula at you, shooing you away.
"I will chase you out of this kitchen."
"Okay, okay...damn," you laugh, holding your hands up in mock-surrender. "You're running a tight ship this morning, Mr. Kent."
He smiles, making sure you actually sit down at the island before turning back to finish up the eggs.
"I just want my beautiful Missus to relax and let me serve her breakfast for once in her life."
You smile and pull out your phone, scrolling on social media for a few minutes before he comes over and sets a plate down in front of you with all your favorite breakfast fixings. Before you can even ask, he slides the butter towards you, knowing you prefer to butter your own bread.
Your eyes linger on him as he puts the granola and sliced fruit into a bowl of Greek yogurt. When he brings it over, you pull him in for another quick kiss.
"Thank you."
"Mm. No need to thank me, just doing my job as your husband."
The two of you sit and eat breakfast together, as you try to do every morning, before Clark starts to pack your lunch for you. He writes a little note, chuckling to himself as he does, and you know it's gonna be something extra goofy. Or sexual, sometimes he slips in something sexual.
He hands you your lunchbox, then grabs your dishes for you and brings them over to the sink to rinse. You smile to yourself as you gather your things and head to the front door.
"See you later!" you call, opening the door. "Love you!"
Clark immediately freezes and looks over at the front door. You haven't given him a goodbye kiss...you never leave without a goodbye kiss. He drops the dishes without hesitation and walks towards the front door.
"Hang on-"
You're grinning, and quickly run out the door, laughing. He runs out after you and you shriek when he almost instantly catches you. Your bags are tossed onto the grass and he scoops you up bridal-style, lifting you up so your face is now close to his.
"And where do you think you're going?"
You laugh softly, knowing he'd be offended.
"Baby, I already kissed you. I thought that'd be enough."
He hums, shaking his head and leaning in to kiss you deeply, still holding you up effortlessly with just one arm.
"It's never enough," he says, smiling and looking into your eyes. "Never, ever."
Your lips meet his again in a deep kiss as he starts to carry you over to your car, a smile on your face. Even after four years together, two of which you've been married, he still can't go a single morning without a goodbye kiss from you. He'll literally chase you down for one.
"Well, I apologize...I didn't realize you'd chase me down for one."
Clark grins, setting you down.
"Honey, the day I don't chase you down for one is when you should be worried."
You open your car door, then realize you don't have any of your bags.
"Baby-"
He's already got your bags in hand and is putting them in the passenger seat for you. You don't even know why you even say anything still, because he always anticipates and knows. It's one of many superpowers he has, and it's not even a superpower...he just knows you very well and pays attention.
"Text me if you need anything," you say as he walks back around to you. "Try not to get too bored."
"I'll do my best, but you're the one who makes my life interesting, so it's gonna be difficult."
One of your hands rests on his chest and you kiss him for the last time, still smiling.
"You're strong, I have faith in you. And I love you."
Clark smiles.
"I love you more."
He pushes your car door shut once you're in, and he watches you drive away before heading back into the house. As he washes the dishes, he's already thinking about what he'll cook you for dinner tonight and how happy he'll be to have you home again.
I've been on a bit of a fluff kick!! clark is just the best husband ever and I love him sm for that <3
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warnings.
SMUT, public sex (in a supply closet), y'all are trying for a baby!!, soft dom!clark, light breeding kink, some foreplay, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, fluffy & cute ending.
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18+ only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
as the hammer of boravia said...THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
The Daily Planet's twenty-fifth anniversary party is going off without a hitch, the ballroom filled with staff, alumni, investors, and other high-profile people. You and Clark are standing at a table with Jimmy, Lois, and Cat, chatting as soft orchestral music plays. He's got his hand on the small of your back, gently tracing mindless patterns.
You two have been trying for a baby the past few months, casually, but recently you've been getting a bit more scientific about it. You've got a couple different fertility apps on your phone, and both of you went to a fertility clinic to make sure there's no issues. Both of you are good to go, according to the doctor, so now it's all about timing.
Neither of you are complaining about getting to have unprotected sex all the time in the fertility window, it's not like the two of you don't have sex pretty much every day anyway, but it has been a bit difficult to keep things interesting when you're having sex twice a day for a week or so at a time.
When you head to the bathroom to freshen up, your phone buzzes with a notification. It's your fertility app, telling you that right now is the start of your prime window for conception. Your eyes widen slightly and you quickly swipe on some more lipstick before heading back to your husband's side.
Now, you could just wait until you get home, but...sneaking off to have sex sounds really hot right now, and it'd certainly serve to spice things up...
Clark looks over at you when you come back, and your hand comes to his bicep, giving it a little squeeze. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Everything okay?"
"I just got a notification," you whisper. "My window is starting tonight."
His eyebrows raise slightly at your words, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't send a little tingle of excitement down his spine. He lets out a soft breath.
"And you want to...? Here...?"
You shrug, biting your lip ever so slightly.
"We don't have to, I just thought it could be something different from our usual routine."
He looks around with a soft hum, then looks back down at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. One of his hands comes to your hip and gives it a little squeeze, pulling you closer before leaning down to talk directly into your ear.
"Go do some...exploring, see if there's anywhere we can go," he says, his voice deep with just the slightest husk due to his growing arousal level. "Then text me if you find somewhere, and I'll excuse myself."
A grin spreads across your face and you nod, giving him a quick kiss before walking out of the ballroom in search of somewhere to go. There's got to be somewhere other than the restrooms, right? There has to be.
Just as you turn a corner, you see a staff member leave a room with some cleaning supplies. Jackpot.
Your heart is starting to race as you go check it out, making sure the door is unlocked and can be locked from the inside. It's just a simple supply closet with not much in it, which is perfect for your intended purpose.
Once you've made sure it's suitable, you pull out your phone and text Clark excitedly.
Go down the hall, bathrooms on your right, then take a left. I'll be waiting... ;)
Within moments, you hear the familiar footfalls of your husband's dress shoes approaching. You grin, buzzing with anticipation as he strides towards the supply closet and stops right in front of it.
The door is quickly shoved open and he's on you almost immediately, kissing you hungrily while he nudges it shut with his foot and clicks the lock. His massive arms are holding you firmly, making sure there's not even a single sliver of space between your bodies.
You get to work on his belt, tugging it open before undoing his dress pants. He's already getting hard, but he's not hard enough yet, so you decide to take matters into your own hands...literally.
His breath catches when you spit on your hand and wrap it around his shaft, starting to stroke him. He grunts quietly, gripping your hip with one hand while the other cradles the back of your neck, making sure your head is tilted up so he can look into your eyes.
"You're so beautiful, honey," he breathes, nudging his nose against yours. "I'm so excited to start a family with you."
"Me too, babe."
After a few moments, he suddenly lifts you up a bit and walks to the back of the room, setting you on an old table. You continue to stroke him while he flips up your dress and starts touching you.
The pad of his thumb circles your clit slowly over the fabric, only applying the slightest bit of pressure so it's teasing but not significant enough to build your pleasure. You huff in protest, which makes him smile, knowing he's driving you crazy.
He dips two fingers down to press at your entrance, feeling how wet and hot the fabric has gotten just from his touch. Your back arches slightly at his touch, and your grip on his cock gets a bit tighter, which makes Clark's hips buck against your hand.
"Gosh," he breathes, giving your clit a little pinch in retaliation. "I need you..."
You nod as his thumb dips under your panties and makes contact with your bare clit. He starts rubbing it with purpose, and you gasp softly, holding onto his shoulder desperately with your free hand.
"S-Shit, Clark."
His hips start to rock in your hand, and your thumb gathers the bead of precum from his tip, spreading it down his shaft. He's starting to lose it, and he pulls away suddenly.
"I can't take it anymore," he says breathily, grabbing you again and setting you on one of the empty shelves. "I need to have you, honey."
"Then have me."
Clark doesn't need to be told twice. In what seems like an instant, he's tugging your dress up and pushing your panties down, tucking them into the breast pocket of his dress shirt.
He holds your legs apart, guiding himself between them. His cock nudges at your entrance and your breath catches at the feeling.
"Ready?"
You nod. immediately
"So ready."
Your eyes widen, then squeeze shut when he thrusts in with one fluid motion. He lets out a soft groan, seating himself fully inside of you before giving you a moment of stillness. Not that you need it, after being together for five years, but it's a habit.
His thrusts are deep and powerful, just how you like them, and you moan softly as he picks up a steady rhythm. You're clinging to him, nails pressing against his shoulders.
"You always take me so well," he says, tucking his face against your neck to muffle himself a bit. "You feel amazing, so good around me."
One of his hands comes up to hold the back of your neck, encouraging you to tilt your head so he can have better access. He starts leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck and along your shoulder.
"Faster, baby, please...need it faster..."
He nods and starts fucking you faster, harder, his cock still hitting deep inside of you. Your eyes roll back and you let out a quiet whimper, the shelf starting to scrape on the floor from his movements. Neither of you pay it much mind, though.
"Oh, Clark...I need you to put a baby in me."
His eyes widen at that and he moans, hips bucking out of rhythm for a moment as he fully processes what you just said.
"You need me to p-put a baby in you?" he asks, panting a bit heavier as he keeps going. "Oh gosh, I-I...I will, honey."
Your eyelids flutter, feeling his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Clearly, he's aroused by the idea, by your words. A bit unexpected, but not unwelcome.
"Tell me what you're gonna do," you say, making sure you're looking him in the eye. "Tell me how you're gonna put a baby in me, Clark."
He groans softly at your words, fucking you even faster.
"I'm gonna get as deep inside you a-as I can, then I'm gonna f-fill you up. I'll put a baby right in y-you."
"O-Oh fuck," you breathe, kissing him deeply. "You're so sexy, babe. I love you so much."
You gasp softly when he reaches down to start rubbing your clit, which sends you hurdling closer to the edge. His hips are pounding into you desperately and the shelf is shaking with the power of his movements.
Clark can feel your walls starting to clench and pulse around him, indicating that you're right on the edge. His thumb rubs faster circles on your bud, wanting so badly to make you come first. He's getting awfully close, too, and he can't hold back for long.
"Please, honey," he breathes. "You h-have to come now...I can't hold back..."
With just a few more circles of his thumb on your clit, you're done for, burying your face in his neck as you moan. Your walls clench around him hard, and he lets out a moan, continuing to buck his hips as he lets himself go.
His hips come to a stop flush against you as he starts filling you up with a long groan. He bucks lazily, making sure every last drop stays deep inside of you. You kiss him deeply, smiling against his lips at the feeling.
"Mmm," you hum, exhaling through your nose.
When you pull back, Clark's glasses are a big fogged up, which makes you laugh. He grins when you pull them up and rest them on his head, still holding you close on the edge of the shelf.
"You were right, as always...this was a good idea."
You chuckle.
"Definitely spiced things up, hm?"
Clark nods in agreement.
"Kudos to whoever picked out these supply shelves...they're pretty sturdy."
He kisses you again.
"I was just about to say the same thing," you smile, looking up into your husband's eyes. "I can't wait to make you a dad, Clark."
He smiles, resting his hand on your stomach.
"You sure you're willing to do this for us? The baby's probably gonna be big, with my genetics."
Your finger comes to his lips.
"I'd do anything for you, Clark, for us. And if that means having your very large baby, then that's what it means. It'll all be worth it, I know it will."
His forehead comes to rest against yours, and he can't seem to wipe the smile from his face. He feels so loved in this moment, that you're willing to put your body through something so significant for him. For you too, of course, but he knows you're very much doing it for him as well.
"We should get back to the party before someone notices we're missing," he whispers, not letting go of you. "I love you so much."
"I love you too. You go out first, you're looking a bit more put together at the moment."
He's quick to tuck himself away, right his glasses, and straighten out. You start to straighten yourself out as well as he heads to the door, then looks back at you as he opens it.
"We're...still gonna do this again when we get home, right?"
You laugh softly, nodding.
"Of course."
"Yes, more sex with my wife."
He grins and pumps his fist in victory, which makes you laugh again. He's such a dork.
"Go, oh my god."
Clark chuckles and heads down the hall with a grin.
hope you enjoyed this! more to come this month for kinktober, so keep an eye out <3
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clark loves it when you ride his thigh, but you didn’t hear that from me ;) would love anything you’re willing to write for this (possibly including some praise kink and/or dirty talk!!!) you’re the best!
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wc: ~1.4k
warnings.
SMUT, plot what plot, literally just smut, no use of "y/n", soft dom!Clark, poor guy's just trying to get his article done on time 😭, he's not complaining tho, 👀 uhhh a lil bit of shoe riding, thigh riding, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, praise, I wrote this in one sitting so I didn't proofread well lol, and clark's just the best bf ever but what else is new <3
18+ only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
as the hammer of boravia said...THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
"Mm, honey," Clark hums against your lips, smiling softly. "I really...really can't...my article..."
You sigh and pull back slightly, forehead pressed to his.
"It'll only take a minute...all you have to do is just slip my panties aside and-"
He chuckles.
"You always say that, and it always takes longer. You know I need time to make sure you're pleased first. I'm on a deadline, I have to get this done by ten if it's gonna be in tomorrow's issue. I'm sorry, honey, I promise I'll make it up to you some other time."
Your lips turn into a little frown, lip poking out in a little pout. Obviously you're disappointed, but you'd never pressure him into anything.
An idea suddenly pops into your head and you hum, biting your lip.
"Clark...what if I told you there was a way you could help me out without having to stop working?"
His eyebrows furrow, fingers pausing on the keys.
"I mean, if I can keep working, then I...guess it's alright."
"Stop me if you don't feel comfortable with it, okay?" you say, getting down onto your knees. He opens his mouth to say something, clearly confused, but you shake your head. "Trust me. Just keep working."
Your head tips down and you straddle his shoe, lining yourself up properly. He's still wearing his wingtips from work, and you love seeing him in them. His feet are so big, for one, and you just...there's something about him in his work clothes that really gets you going.
His eyes are glued to you, so confused yet intrigued. He never thought about this before, but he supposes he sees the appeal...kind of.
You let out a soft breath when your clothed core swipes against the laces, and Clark can't help but watch you as he tries to keep typing his article. Your hips start to rock back and forth, his laces rubbing up against your clit.
"God," you sigh quietly, biting your lip to keep quiet. "Mmm."
Clark's eyes are trained on his laptop screen, almost hyper-trained, and his typing becomes quite sporadic the more you grind on his shoe. You're so sexy, and while he loves that about you, right now it's a bit of a burden.
Your eyes widen slightly and gasp softly when he starts flexing his foot in time with your hips, increasing the friction against you. He can't help but smile ever so slightly, still looking at his article, loving how you start to speed up.
"Shit..."
The crotch of his work pants are getting a bit tighter with each swivel of your hips. It only takes another minute before he just can't stand it anymore, and he reaches down to hold onto your shoulder.
"Stop," he says, his cheeks a bit flushed. "Come up here."
You grin and quickly stand up, but when you go to sit, he puts a hand on your hip to stop you for a moment. Your eyes meet his and he hums, looking you up and down briefly.
"I'll let you grind on my leg," he starts. "But, you have to hold my laptop for me so I can keep working. And you've gotta hold it still enough for me to keep typing, or else I'll make you take care of yourself. Got it?"
"Yes, Clark," you nod, letting out a shaky breath at the thought. "I understand. I'll be good for you, I promise."
He nods, then guides you to straddle his large, muscular thigh. You hold out your arms and he gives you the laptop to hold.
"Tilt it down a bit more...there you go, good girl. Just like that, keep it right there."
His eyes flicker up to yours and he hums.
"Go ahead, you can start moving now."
Your hips rock back and forth slowly, testing the waters, and a little moan escapes your lips. The fabric of his pants, plus the material of your panties, creates the perfect sensation for you.
"Oh god, Clark-"
"Quiet, honey," he says firmly. "I'm trying to focus on my article. Hold the computer still, or I'll take this privilege away."
"S-Sorry."
You do your best hold your arms still as you move your hips again, getting a bit desperate for friction.
"Mmm..."
"Good girl, that's perfect. Keep it like this."
For a minute or so, he types away, ignoring the growing need in his pants. He can feel how hot you're getting, your slick beginning to seep through the thin fabric of your panties.
He frowns slightly when your arms start to shake a bit, your hips desperately bouncing and rocking against his thigh.
"Honey."
"I can't help it," you whimper. "I'm all worked up, so fucking hot for-"
His hand grabs your hip, forcing you to stop.
"What was our deal?"
You chew your lip, trying to focus your mind enough to give an intelligible response. He won't settle for anything less, not in a mood like this.
"If I h-hold your laptop still, I get to ride your thigh."
"And what did I say if you couldn't hold it steady?"
"That I'd have t-to take care of myself."
He nods.
"Good girl. This is your second strike, so if you do it again, you're done. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," you nod, rolling your hips again, focusing on holding the computer still. "I'm sorry."
"Mm, mhm."
Sure enough, a couple minutes later, you're getting really close, so the focus on your arms slips up. He huffs and sets his laptop aside, both hands now free to grab your hips properly.
"Strike three," he says, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "You're done."
You whimper, leaning in to kiss him.
"Please, baby...I'm sorry, just give me another chance. I'll be a super good girl this time."
He smiles softly, unable to help it. You're so cute when you're desperate and worked up like this, he can't resist you. His eyes flicker down, seeing how his pants are slightly darker where you were grinding.
"Gosh...you're really worked up, aren't you?" he asks, leaning back on the couch a bit. "You really need it, hm?"
You nod, letting out a soft breath.
"Yeah, I really do. I'm so hot for you, Clark, please..."
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you two of my fingers for exactly two minutes. You ride them, and you make yourself cum. If you don't, then you're truly on your own...you're lucky I can't resist you when you get like this."
"I'm so lucky, the luckiest girl in Metropolis. Thank you, baby."
Smiling, you lean in and kiss him while you lift up your hips. His fingers slip under your panties and rub against you for a bit, causing you to gasp.
Your jaw slacks when he finally pushes two digits inside of your eager pussy. Clark groans softly at the feeling.
"Oh wow, you're so hot," he whispers, almost to himself. "So wet. You liked riding me that much, grinding on me?"
"Y-Yes, Clark. It was so good, felt s-so good."
You start moving up and down on his fingers, quickly working yourself up again. He watches you with eager eyes, his pupils dilating with arousal.
"Keep going, beautiful. Keep using my fingers, honey."
"I'm so close," you breathe. "I'm g-gonna..."
His thumb comes up to rub at your clit, which makes you gasp.
"That's it...come for me..."
He grabs your chin with his other hand and gently pulls you forward, his lips now an inch from yours.
"And when you do, say 'thank you'."
Your eyes roll back in your head, his words sending you over the edge. You moan and arch your back, flooding his fingers with your come.
"Oh fuck...f-fuck, Clark," you whimper, taking yourself through it. "T-Thank you...thank you for l-letting me cum..."
He smiles, giving your chin a little affectionate squeeze.
"You're welcome, honey. Good girl."
After you slow down, he gently pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips to give himself a taste. He sucks your release off of his digits with a satisfied hum.
"Mm, so good," Clark says, leaning in to press his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself for a moment. "You did well."
You get off his lap and collapse onto the couch, still catching your breath. You look over at him and reach for him, but he shakes his head, smiling.
"Not now," he says, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I need to get this article done, and then once I've turned it in, you'll be my reward. That sound fair?"
"Mhm," you hum, nodding. "I'll give you the best damn reward you've ever had."
Clark laughs softly.
"I don't doubt that for even a second. Now go before I get distracted again."
part two - here
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this fic is a follow up/in the same universe as my other toddler dad!clark oneshot "missing bedtime" (not necessary to enjoy this one but it's a good read & you'll have some context)
wc: ~2.3k
warnings.
FLUFF with SMUT, porn with a bit of plot, no use of "y/n", clark being dorky and romantic but what else is new?, a touch of under the table teasing, soft dom!clark, public sex/risk of being caught, car sex, reverse cowgirl, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, and a sweet ending.
18+ only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
as the hammer of boravia said...THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
You hum as you flip the page in your book, sitting at the kitchen table, all dolled up for date night. Luckily, Lois was available and more than happy to take her goddaughter for the evening. Clark insisted that he'd drop her off at Lois's apartment so that you could have a little extra time to relax and get ready for tonight.
Suddenly, there's a knock at the front door, and you startle, almost dropping your book. Your eyebrows furrow as you get up and grab the baseball bat that you have hidden just in case...even though you live in the suburbs now, one can never be too safe.
The bat is held up as you make your approach to the door, and you flick the lock, taking a deep breath. You yank it open and get ready to swing, but Clark quickly holds his hands up, ducking slightly.
"It's me, sweetheart!" he says quickly. "It's me...gosh."
"Oh, sorry, honey," you say, quickly setting the bat aside. "Sorry."
He lets out a soft breath, then holds up a bouquet of red roses, smiling.
"For you, milady," he says in a comical, exaggerated voice. "I have come to pick you up for our date."
You chuckle, taking the roses.
"You know we're already married, right?"
"Why does that matter? Just because we're married doesn't mean I should be putting in any less effort."
Clark's pure and somewhat simplistic view of the world is one of the things you love most about him. It's so incredibly endearing. You smile and tug at his tie, pulling him in for a kiss.
"I love you."
He grins and wraps an arm around you, stepping into the house a bit, his lips never leaving yours.
"I love you more. Now c'mon, I'll put your flowers in a vase while you head out to the car. We've got dinner reservations at seven."
When you turn around to head out, he can't help but give your ass a little teasing squeeze. He just loves seeing you all dressed up and tends to have a hard time keeping his hands to himself around you.
****
Clark's hand hasn't left your thigh pretty much all night, resting comfortably as the two of you eat your dinner and talk. It's so nice to get out of the house and have a nice meal together as a couple. For both you and Clark, it has always been important to remain a couple and not let parenthood consume your whole lives. You love your baby girl so much, but you were a married couple first, and that's important to maintain.
He looks over at you and smiles as the two of you reminisce about the first ever vacation you took as a couple and how chaotic it was, from the missed flight to the hotel reservation getting lost in the system somehow. Since he's Superman, the missed flight wasn't much of a problem, but you almost ended up without any sort of accommodation for the whole long weekend.
"I think that was the closest I've ever seen you to almost losing it," you say, looking over at him.
"I was pretty upset," he chuckles. "I just wanted everything to be perfect for our first getaway as a couple. I get how stupid that sounds, but it's true."
You smile.
"Well, it wasn't perfect, but neither are we. Neither is anything in our lives, really. What's important is that we ended up in a hotel room, and we made the best of it. I had a wonderful time, I really did."
"We did have a good time, didn't we?" he hums with a smile, giving you a kiss. "And not just during the daytime."
Your lips move with his and your smile widens.
"Mhm, we definitely made some good and unforgettable memories."
The waitress comes over and collects your dinner plates, then gives you the dessert menu to look over. Clark lets you pick, as he usually does, and you put in an order for the brownie sundae along with two espresso martinis. Having the house to yourselves for the night calls for a little extra boost of energy to keep you going.
His hand moves up a bit on your thigh, slipping under the hem of your dress just slightly. You look up at him with a slightly raised brow, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.
"You're lucky this table has a tablecloth," you say, your voice quiet.
He hums, thumb rubbing little circles on the inside of your thigh.
"Trust that I'd be doing this whether or not the tablecloth was covering us, honey. Can't help myself when my wife looks so irresistibly gorgeous tonight."
"You're trouble, you know that?"
Before he can respond, the waitress comes over with the brownie sundae and sets it down in front of you with a kind smile. You both thank her, then eagerly dig into the delicious-looking dessert. The brownie is warm and the ice cream is cold, creating the perfect sensation in your mouth.
Clark feeds you a few bites, and you feed him a few bites. On one of the bites, the ice cream is starting to melt into a liquid, and some of it drips down your chin. He quickly brings his thumb up to wipe it off, and before he can pull away, your lips wrap around his digit.
His eyes widen slightly for a moment, and he grunts quietly, pushing his thumb further into your mouth. He presses the pad of his thumb down against your tongue before pulling it back, shaking his head.
"Naughty."
"Who, me?" you ask teasingly, leaning against him a bit. "I'm perfectly innocent, how dare you accuse me of being naughty?"
On the last bite of the sundae, which you feed to Clark, some of the melted ice cream stays at the corner of his mouth, threatening to drip down his chin.
Before it can, and before he can lick it off, you bring your mouth up and collect it with your tongue, then press your lips to his. He grabs your hip as he hums against your lips, tugging you closer.
"Gosh, you're bad. You're making it hard to keep myself in check."
You smirk.
"What if I don't want you to, hm?"
He shivers at that, looking down at you as he pulls his lips away slightly. The lust and desire in his eyes is undeniable, and it's making your skin feel quite warm. He doesn't say anything, simply waving the waitress over to get the check with a certain eagerness, which makes you smile.
The credit card is handed over immediately before she can even bring the check to the table, and dessert is very quickly finished, with Clark shoveling it into his mouth while you manage to get in a few bites. He does not care anymore, he needs you.
"Meet me at the car in a few minutes, I need to get it ready."
Your eyebrows raise slightly at his words, but before you can question it much further, he slips out of the booth and walks out the doors. If there's one thing you know about your husband, it's that when he gets to the point of being insatiable, nothing's getting in his way.
After a few minutes, you get up and head out to the car, which has conveniently been moved to the much darker back corner of the parking lot. You smirk, knowing what that means.
When you approach and open the passenger side door, you find Clark in the seat already. It's completely reclined and pushed back, and he's already undoing his belt, clearly worked up. His hands instantly grab your hips and carefully pull you onto his lap, quickly shutting the door behind you.
His lips are on you instantly, kissing all along your jaw, then sliding down to do the same to your neck. You tip your head back and sigh, running your hands over his broad chest.
"Mm, Clark..."
He grunts in response, hands resting on your ass, pulling you further onto his lap with a smile against your skin.
"I can't wait," he breathes, pulling the skirt of your dress up. "I have to have you right now."
You nod, running a hand through his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him properly. He hums against your lips, kissing you back eagerly, almost desperately.
"Turn around for me," Clark whispers when you pull away. "Hands on the dashboard."
A shiver shoots up your spine as you carefully maneuver yourself into position, now sitting on his lap facing away from him. Your knees are on either side of his thighs, hands planting themselves on the dashboard.
"Clark, people could s-see us like this..."
He gives your ass a squeeze, then a pat, a small smirk on his face.
"That has never bothered you before, sweetheart. Plus, we're far enough in the dark, it'll be fine."
You bite your lip and nod. He knows you so well.
In what feels like forever, even though only about a minute has passed, your panties are pulled to the side and his pants are pulled down. His fingers run through your folds, which are already soaking wet from the teasing at dinner, quickly finding your clit.
You gasp softly when he starts circling your clit, your hips grinding down against him ever so slightly. He smiles and keeps going, his free hand coming down to pull his cock free from his boxers, stroking himself slowly.
"You're already so worked up," he says, cock twitching in his hand. "Mm, I want to be inside of you so badly, honey."
"Please, baby...I need you."
Clark doesn't need to hear anything further, grabbing onto your hip and positioning you appropriately. He notches his head at your entrance, then pulls you down slowly, bringing you down onto his cock with a groan.
"Oh f-fuck," you gasp. "Oh my god..."
His feet are planted on the floor of the car and he starts fucking up into you guiding your hips to meet his pace. He can't stop looking at the sight before him, your ass cheeks jiggling and his cock disappearing into you over and over again. It's intoxicating, really.
"Gosh, you always feel so good," he breathes, biting his bottom lip slightly. "I've missed this so much, missed getting to be inside of you."
He presses on your back, making you arch and allowing him to enter you at a new angle. You whimper when he starts to hit your g-spot, your hips moving back and forth as he moves you up and down.
"C-Clark!"
"That's it, hm? That's the spot?"
You nod, moaning softly. One of his hands comes up and pushes the straps of your dress down, allowing him to yank it down enough to expose your breasts.
His thumb and forefinger quickly find your nipple, squeezing and pinching the hardened nub. Your breath catches at the feeling, which only spurs him on more, soon switching to the other side to give it the same treatment.
"Fuuuuuck...baby," you manage, just barely. "Keep going...need you so badly..."
"I know, honey, you're squeezing me so tight. I'm r-right here, and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon, n-not when you feel this good."
He bucks his hips up faster, the car beginning to rock with the movement. You're panting and gasping with each thrust, starting to ride him.
"Oh C-Clark, I...I'm getting close."
Your eyes widen slightly when his arm wraps around you and his hand slips down between your legs, circling your clit once again. He can feel your hips starting to jerk and your walls clamping down around him, signaling just how close you are.
"I can feel it," he grunts, moving faster. "I can feel you getting even tighter, sweetheart. D-Damn...you're gonna make me come soon if you keep t-this up."
You're moaning in pleasure, on the edge of your climax, and he keeps going, desperate to make you come before he can't hold off anymore. He's truly giving you everything he's got, and when he smacks your ass out of the blue, the sting on your skin sends you over the edge within seconds.
"Fuck, Clark! Ohhh fuck yes!"
Clark pulls you back against his chest, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck to keep you in place as you ride it out. He's not far behind, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation of you flooding and tightening around him.
His head falls back against the seat and he groans loudly, bucking his hips up a few more times, spilling deep inside of you.
"F-Fuuuck, honey...!"
Both of your bodies go limp moments after, chests rising and falling rapidly. Silence lingers between you two as you take a minute to recompose yourselves and bring yourselves back down to Earth.
"God, that was incredible," you breathe, head leaning back on his shoulder. "So good. Was it good for you too, baby?"
He laughs breathily at that.
"Do you I really have to answer that?"
"Sometimes I just like hearing you say it, is that such a crime?"
"It was amazing, honey," he hums. "As it always is with you."
You smile, looking back at him once you sit up.
"You know we're gonna have to air this car out before we go pick our daughter up tomorrow morning, right?"
Clark nods, then shrugs nonchalantly.
"I'm not too worried about it. We'll drive home with the windows open and crack the sunroof overnight. It'll be fine."
"Mm. Well then, you're in charge of making sure the sex smell is resolved by morning," you hum, giving him a kiss. "And if she asks about any kind of smell when we pick her up, you'll be the one to explain it."
Clark gives a little salute before kissing you again.
"Yes, ma'am. I won't let you down."
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wc: ~1.6k
warnings.
soft SMUT, no use of "y/n", your daughter's name isn't mentioned, clark is the best husband & dad ever (canon), teasing him during a virtual interview lol, overall very lovey-dovey, a bit of oral sex (m receiving), cowgirl position, unprotected p-in-v sex.
18+ only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
as the hammer of boravia said...THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
"Hey, Dr. Raglan, nice to see you," Clark says with a smile, looking at the computer screen. "I want to apologize in advance, I'm, uh, not the best with technology. My wife actually had to help me get everything set up and tell me how to do this...she always tells me that I'm a hopeless cause when it comes to technology."
Both he and Dr. Raglan chuckle at that, and Clark takes a peek at the note you wrote for him about how to start recording a Zoom call...aka just click the 'record' button on the bottom of the screen.
Still, he was worried he'd blank in the moment, so he wanted you to write it down for him. He smiles to himself at the little smiley face you drew at the end of it.
"I"m just gonna start recording..." he says, clicking the 'record call' button. "Oh, that was...easy, okay. I appreciate you agreeing to this interview, and I'm sorry we couldn't meet in person. My daughter has come down with some kind of bug and I wanted to make sure she had all hands on deck, so I appreciate your flexibility on switching to virtual.”
The interview starts, and Clark starts to loosen up as he goes. But then he hears the soft padding of footsteps that he recognizes as yours. He's happy to have your presence...until you come into view, wearing his shirt from last night and only his shirt from last night.
He watches you for a moment, hoping his glasses cover it well enough for Dr. Raglan, who's still answering his last question. Clark licks his lips instinctively, admiring your figure as you walk into the kitchen. The morning sun makes your wedding ring, which he put on your finger a little over a year ago now, sparkle. As beautiful as the ring is, he can't really be bothered to focus on that right now, not when you're standing with his shirt on.
"...Mr. Kent?"
"S-Sorry, Doctor," he says quickly, snapping out of it. "What were you saying?"
You smirk to yourself, quietly getting the stuff together to brew some coffee, since Clark didn't have time to make it before his call. You may or may not have had something to do with that...
Clark's eyes keep flickering to you as you start the coffee maker, grabbing his favorite mug from the cupboard. It's a Superman mug that you put in his Christmas stocking one year, but he loves it and uses it every morning.
It's very difficult to focus on the interview, but Clark barely manages, even when you bend over to grab a pan and he gets a glimpse of your bare pussy. He offers you a smile when you bring his coffee mug over, reaching out to run his hand over your hip as you walk away. Gosh, you're so beautiful, even when you're torturing him like this.
Instead of cooking breakfast, however, you decide to...spend some time with him instead. When he sees you coming, and he notices the look in your eye, he knows he's in for it. Whatever you have planned, he may not make it.
You hum to yourself and get down on your knees under the table, smoothing your hands up his thighs. His jaw clenches ever so slightly, bringing one of his hands down to your cheek, caressing it. You smile and kiss his palm, hands still sliding up his thighs.
He ate you out first thing this morning and insisted that you could make it up to him later…you figure twenty minutes is 'later' enough. You're pleasantly surprised to feel that his erection hasn't fully gone away, and his breath catches when your hand runs over it. You truly don’t want to ruin his interview, but you can’t resist teasing him just a little bit.
“S-So, when you see a case like this, what sorts of psychological traits do you think the perpetrator would likely have? What are going be some important ‘tells’, in your experience?”
The Doctor starts talking, and Clark nods along, but his hand under the table rests on your head and his fingers press on your scalp slightly, not enough to cause pain but enough to warn.
His eyes keep flitting down to you as your hand runs over the growing bulge in his pants. Clark is so thankful that this interview is almost over.
You hum and lean in, starting to press hot kisses to the noticeable bulge in his pants. Clark’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, taking a deep breath, keeping a small smile on his face as he tries to focus on the interview.
When Clark asks the last question, he almost breathes a sigh of relief. This has been the most excruciating 10 minutes of his life, trying to remain professional while you tease him. At least he got the first ten minutes of the interview without any direct teasing. He thanks Dr. Raglan again for the interview, then wishes him well before immediately clicking the 'end call' button.
"Gosh," he breathes, shaking his head with a slight smile as he looks down at you. "You really made that difficult."
"Couldn't help myself."
He chuckles, bringing his hand down to your cheek and caressing your cheekbone with his thumb. Then, he nods in the direction of your daughter's bedroom.
"How long do we have?"
"Hm...fifteen minutes, give or take?"
"Perfect."
Clark starts tugging at his belt and undoing his work pants. Even though it was a virtual meeting and the bottom half of him couldn't be seen on camera, he still put his pants on.
"You can't go this long without me, hm?"
"When have I ever been able to go any amount of time without you?"
You smile as he lifts his hips up and you tug his pants down, allowing his cock to spring free.
His head falls back when your hand wraps around him and he sighs, taking hold of the hand resting on his thigh, lacing his fingers with yours. He's fully hard within moments, and once he is, you lean in and wrap your lips around him.
"Oh wow," he breathes, squeezing your hand a bit. "Feels so good..."
You hum around him and start bobbing your head, taking more of him in with each movement. He rests his other hand on your head, not forcing you to take more, just resting it there. Your cheeks suddenly hollow and you start sucking him a bit harder, which makes his hips buck.
"You're making it really h-hard to stay quiet..."
Your lips turn up in a smile, as much of one as you can manage, moving a bit faster. He groans softly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
After another minute or so, he feels himself getting dangerously close to the edge, so he gently pulls you off. You frown, and he laughs softly, patting his lap.
"Come up here. I want it to be good for both of us."
"You're too nice sometimes, you know that?"
You chuckle as you climb up onto his lap, settling on top of him.
Clark smiles and kisses you deeply, reaching down to line himself up with your entrance, humming when he feels how wet you are. You hold onto his shoulders and sink down on him slowly, which pulls a soft moan from both of you.
"Shit," you sigh, giving yourself a second before starting to move.
His hands hold your hips firmly, helping you move on top of him, letting out a few quiet grunts. You lean in and kiss him again, making his glasses fog up, which makes him smile against your lips. He pulls back for a moment and takes them off, setting them on the table next to his laptop.
You take a moment to admire his face, his real face, not the modified one. It's often that you wonder what you did to deserve such a wonderful, kind, selfless man like Clark.
He smiles when you look at his face, knowing that you love both of his faces equally, which makes him happy. He used to worry, back when you first started dating, that you wouldn't like him when he showed his real face. But he was wrong, and he's really glad he was.
"I'm close," he whispers. "Y-You may want to get off now, I'm really close-"
"I'm not getting off."
His eyebrows raise slightly.
"But...you're not on anything right now. You c-could get pregnant."
"Yeah, and?" you say with a smirk, riding him a bit faster, swiveling your hips a bit as you do so. "I'm willing to risk it."
"Mm, fuck," he moans. "Honey..."
Suddenly, his hips start bucking up frantically, and you moan when you feel him reach his climax. He pulls you down all the way, making sure he's as deep as possible as he fills you with a long, low groan.
The two of you kiss as you catch your breath.
"I love you so much. You know that, right?"
You smile at his words, pressing another kiss to his lips.
"Clark, I don't think you'd ever let me forget that even for a second."
"Nope, never."
Clark smiles widely, giving your hips a little squeeze.
Just as you go to respond, the sound of your daughter's cries reach your ears, and you sigh. Clark pulls you off gently and does himself back up.
"I got her," he says, going into the kitchen to wash his hands and grab you a wet paper towel to clean off.
He tosses you the paper towel, then heads to your daughter's room before you can even protest. You smile as you watch him go, yet again thinking about how lucky you are to have a husband like him.
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just a quick little blurb inspired by a recent restaurant experience I had! I thought it'd be so perfect for toddler dad clark <3
wc: 914
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NONE, just dad fluff and a bit of kissing :)
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The sun is setting, and you sigh softly as your young daughter squirms around in the "big person chair", as she called it when she insisted on sitting in the empty one. She's almost three, meaning she's very mobile, and you and Clark are trying to find the balance of making her sit while also allowing her to explore. You've gotta pick your battles with your little girl.
He immediately takes notice of your sigh, knowing eating out with her takes a bit out of you. The two of you have agreed to keep her virtually tech-free unless it's absolutely necessary. This is far from absolutely necessary, so she's finding entertainment in the world around her.
When she's rearing to get up again, Clark's hand comes to your shoulder before you can even try to stand up. He offers you a small smile.
"I've got her," he says, nodding slightly. "Just relax, okay?"
Your eyes meet his and lean in to give him a quick but deep kiss, smiling slightly. He's truly the best dad ever, and he's also the best husband ever. He sees and fills your needs before you even have to ask.
"Thank you, babe."
"Of course," he says, as if it's nothing, because it is nothing to him. "You're my wife, and she's my kid too. You already do so much, honey, now it's my turn to pick up the slack."
Clark gives you one final kiss before helping your daughter down from the chair and follows her as she starts to walk around the outside area.
It's really humorous to see Clark and your baby girl, since he's so massive and she's so small. She looks even smaller next to him, at about his knee by now. But he's so gentle with her, always, and he loves being a dad just as much as he loves being a husband...so, a lot.
Your eyes follow your husband as he follows her, kneeling down to point things out or take something out of her hand that she's not supposed to have. He's got a smile on the whole time he does so, speaking to her in a gentle voice, even when she's protesting something being taken away.
At one point, she takes one of her shoes off, and she really doesn't want to put it back on. It makes you laugh softly, shaking your head as Clark tries to negotiate with her.
"Princess, you really should put your shoe back on. I don't want you stepping on something and getting a boo boo--"
She lets out a little screech and waves her arms around, so he quickly abandons the negotiations and just lets her walk around without a shoe on. Again, with a toddler as stubborn and opinionated as her, you've gotta pick your battles. Of course, he makes sure there's nothing dangerous on the ground as she waddles along.
You can't help but smile and chuckle as your eyes move along with them. You're mostly admiring your amazing husband doing one of your favorite things to see him do, and that's being a dad. He's such a natural at it, too, which sometimes you envy but you know you're doing a good job too. He constantly reminds you of it whenever you're doubtful.
Clark scoops her up with ease and holds her up to look out at the beautiful view from the restaurant, which makes her giggle with excitement. She soon ends up on his shoulders, tugging at his head of curls and tapping the top of his head.
He walks around with her and gives a few little bumps as he does so, and she's loving it. Your smile only grows wider the more it goes on, and you sip your drink, feeling so much love for your husband at this moment. How in the world did you get so lucky to find a life partner like him? You may never know, but damn, you're so thankful.
Eventually, the two of them make their way back over to the table. Your daughter sits in the spare chair again while Clark takes his seat beside you again, taking a long sip of his drink.
His glasses are a bit crooked, apparently having been fiddled with by the kid, so you reach out to fix them on the bridge of his nose. He smiles, chuckling softly.
"Thanks."
"You two were pretty cute out there, you know that?"
You hum quietly, leaning in to kiss him again, tasting the drink on his lips.
"Especially you."
Clark chuckles, nudging his nose against yours.
"You thought so?"
"Mhm. You look good tonight."
He grins at your words, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.
"I'm glad you think so. You know I always dress to impress you."
Your lips connect with his again, and after a moment, your daughter makes a sound from her chair. Her face is contorted in a grossed-out expression, which makes both of you laugh.
"No more!"
Clark puts his hands up in surrender, leaning back in his chair and offering you a quick wink before looking over at the young girl beside him.
"Sorry...I just love Mommy a lot. Can't help myself sometimes."
He reaches out and ruffles her hair, which makes her giggle.
You smile, shaking your head as you rest a hand on top of his free hand, giving it a squeeze. Wow, you're feeling like the luckiest woman alive right about now...
Just another day of being Mrs. Clark Kent.
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