Back Home Again - Clark Kent x Reader
Clark Kent x Reader
Tags: NSFW (18+), oral (m receiving), boob sucking lol, unprotected p in v, mating press?? kind of??, creampie, married couple banter, light-hearted sex, floor sex, praise, Clark is a loverboy, creaky ass bed lol
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: You and Clark have sex in his childhood bed...Kind of.
Taglist: @corens0ups @kryptidfiles @paperheartsdissolve @hotelslutsylvania @marvel-hiddles-stark (Let me know if you'd like to be added!)
A/N: Hi, friends!! Happy 2026! This is what you all voted for my first oneshot of the year to be, so I am here to (finally) deliver. Thank you so much for all of the love on my previous oneshot (which you can find here if you have yet to read it!) As always, my requests are OPEN, and I'd love to chat about our David Corenswet boys if anyone wants to chat. Enjoy!
Crickets chirp and twitter outside the window of Clark’s bedroom. The bright yellow moon is high in the sky on this cool Kansas night in mid-June. What a beautiful handful of days it has been.
Between cold glasses of sweet lemonade and bowls of buttery popcorn, you and Clark, Ma, and Pa have spent the days on the farm outside on the back porch or down at the nearby lake. Things are peaceful here in Kansas — right and good and calm — and days like that are few and far between.
Especially when you’re married to Superman himself.
But, Clark promised you four days; four quiet, dreamy, uninterrupted days in which he’d tune out any and all commotion happening around the world and focus on the people most important to him: his family.
It’s the third night now. You’re leaving the Kent farm tomorrow bright and early, giving you and Clark plenty of time to drive all the way back to Metropolis where you’ll settle back into regular living and the stop and go of it all. Part of you is looking forward to being home, but the other part of you is happy to be lost in the slow rhythm of summer and lemonade and the lake.
Clark is beneath you, his breathing slow and steady. You’ve got your ear pressed against his broad chest, and you listen to his heartbeat as you open your eyes. He isn’t asleep. His eyes are closed and his breaths are soft, and if someone didn’t know him as well as you do, they’d think he was out cold. But you can just tell that this isn’t him sleeping; it’s him trying to pretend that he can rest without doing what both of you have been craving first.
You touch his cheek.
“Baby.”
Clark hums. You knew it. He’s a total faker. You smile, feeling reaffirmed in your belief that he wasn’t asleep at all. You run your fingers through his hair, then touch his bottom lip. He opens his eyes at that, and you smile down at him.
“Hi.”
Clark chuckles.
“Hey there,” he says as he lifts his head and tucks his right hand behind it. “It’s late, Mrs. Kent.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“No?”
You shake your head.
“Mm mm. I’m too hungry.”
Clark’s brows raise, and he reaches over to wipe the sleepy dust from your eyes.
“There are leftovers in the fridge,” Clark tells you. “Just don’t eat the last of the mashed potatoes. Those’re Pa’s favorite.”
“I don’t want mashed potatoes,” you tell him. The corner of Clark’s mouth turns up in a knowing smile. He’s got you all figured out, but he’s going to pretend that he doesn’t. You know how this goes. You know him.
“What do you want?” Clark asks softly. Your smile widens.
“I’m so glad you asked,” you say. Carefully, you scoot down his body and Clark’s breath catches as you do. The bed creaks with the movement. You rest your chin on his abdomen when you get down far enough, and Clark touches the side of your face. Wordlessly, you tilt your head down to nose at his half-hard clothed cock. Clark inhales sharply.
“That’s what you want, hm?” He asks as he stares at you. You nod, eyes meeting his.
“Mhm. Are you gonna be quiet?” You ask him as you tug at the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Clark is still smiling when he nods and spreads his legs slightly to give you more room. You squeeze his thighs, then let his erection spring free from its confines. Clark hums as you collect some of his leaking arousal on your fingertip and stick it in your mouth.
“You’re so pretty,” he breathes as you lick his cock from base to tip. You meet his eyes again, then smile while sucking at his tip. You hum around him purposely, and Clark grips the sheets as his heart begins to beat faster.
“Atta girl,” he sighs, pushing hair out of your face. “Good…S-So good…”
You push yourself down on him as far as you can go without gagging, and Clark bites his lip as his head falls back against the pillows.
“Oh my gosh,” he moans softly. “Yes, yes…H-Honey–”
You pull off of him then, and dot a few kisses along the underside of his cock. He’s really leaking now, pre-cum beading at the tip of his member, and you stroke him suddenly, making him gasp. You hold back a laugh.
“Be quiet or I’ll have to stop,” you warn playfully. Clark gives you a look.
“You’re being m-mean…” he manages as you stroke him. A soft schlick schlick schlick sound is audible as you pump him, and Clark’s hips buck at the feeling of your hand on him. Your movements slow suddenly, and Clark whines.
“Mr. Kent,” you say, “I didn’t take you for the whiny type…”
Clark grunts, then covers his mouth with his hand. Jumbled words that sound a lot like good gosh come from him. You suck just his tip into your mouth, then hold it there for just a moment before pulling away altogether. You move back onto your knees, and Clark sits up to touch you as you tug your pajama shirt up over your head. The bed creaks.
“I feel like we have this problem everytime we stay here,” you whisper, referring to the old, loud bed. Clark takes your breasts into his large hands the moment they’re revealed. He gives them a gentle squeeze.
“I know.” “Why don’t we just buy a new bedframe?” you suggest while pushing down your shorts and underwear. “One that doesn’t creak every time one of us breathes?”
Clark chuckles, then pulls you on top of him. More creaking. You lean down over him with your hands on the headboard and your breasts in his face.
“An entire bedframe for a bed that we only sleep in a few times a year?”
“Mhm. We could even upgrade it to a double…Two people in a twin bed like this is impossible…”
“Mmm,” Clark hums as he licks at your breasts and sucks your right nipple into his mouth. His eyes flutter and you run your fingers through his hair. “I’ll think about it…”
“I’ve known you long enough to know what that means,” you breathe. “I’ll – mm – I’ll let Ma and Pa know to expect a delivery…”
“You want a double and not a queen, huh?”
“A queen wouldn’t fit in here, baby,” you say, rocking your bare core down against Clark’s erection. He flicks his tongue over your hardened nipple, and you hum, holding the back of his head and pulling your chest back.
“I’m gonna ride you,” you tell him. His hands find your hips.
“If the bed starts screaming, you have to stop, though,” Clark says. “I think I’d die if Ma and Pa heard us–”
“It’s not like they don’t already know,” you say, lining his tip up with your entrance. “You were totally staring at me in my bathing suit earlier. And also, we’ve been married for how many years?”
“Still. They don’t need to know,” he says, pushing his hips up as he holds onto you. You gasp at the feeling of him slipping in, and you sink down on him.
Creeeaaak!
You pause.
“For fucksake,” you mutter.
“I don’t know about this–”
“Oh my god, Clark.” You pull off of him, and he jolts at the sudden loss of contact. You get off the bed, then lie down on the small rug at the side of the bed. Clark stares at you, then sighs.
“I hate doing that to you,” he says as he gets up, too. You hum, spreading your legs as he kneels down between them. “This is so not romantic.”
“Not every fuck is gonna be romantic,” you say, touching his shoulders. Your hands wander up to cup his cheeks, and you pull him down for a kiss. “Plus, you look really fucking good on top of me.”
Clark hums, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “I think you’re just sweet talkin' me now,” he says. He lowers himself down to kiss you again, then pushes himself back up. You bite your lip, running your hands over his biceps.
“Mm. You’re so strong and sexy, Clark…”
“Okay, yeah, you’re definitely sweet talkin' me.”
Clark guides his tip to your entrance anyway, still smiling as he does, and you hum when he presses in.
“S’that okay?” he asks. You nod.
“It always is,” you breathe.
“You know I like to check,” Clark says as he presses the rest of the way in. You hum, your grip on his biceps tightening.
“Fuck, baby,” you breathe. “You can move.”
Clark nods, then begins to rock his hips. You gasp at the feeling of his cock rubbing up against your g-spot over and over, and your lips part in pleasure. Clark grunts softly as he fucks you faster and faster. Your breasts bounce and soft, barely-there moans leave you.
“Oh, god, yes,” you sigh. Clark runs his hand along your thigh, then bends your left leg up so it can hook over his side. He moves your other leg too, then, and you groan and cover your mouth.
“Shh,” he shushes as he plows into you. “S’that good, honey?”
You nod.
“Oh my god, yes, Clark, mmm…Right there! Right there, yes!”
Your sounds bring Clark hurdling towards his climax, and you gasp when you reach down to rub your clit in tight, quick circles. Clark holds onto your thighs as he pounds into you. The wooden floor of his bedroom is hard and uncomfortable beneath you, but you pay it no mind. How could you when your husband is moving like this above you?
“I’m close,” Clark sighs. You nod, tugging on his curls and bringing his head down so that you can kiss him firmly.
“Fuck, me too,” you whisper against his lips. “Mmm, b-baby…Yes…Y-Yes, oh my god…”
Clark lets out a shaky chuckle.
“W-Why are you laughing at me, Kent?” you breathe. He shakes his head.
“I’m just…S-So – mm – so in-love with you…” Clark tells you. You give his hair another tug, and he grunts.
“I love you too,” you breathe. “A-And I love your f-fucking cock, oh my god…”
Clark kisses you, his orgasm rising, rising, rising…
You gasp. The two of you reach your climaxes at almost the exact same time, and you rub your clit and take yourself through it as Clark spills his massive load deep inside of you. He’s sighing and breathing heavily, and his thrusts get sloppy until they slow to a stop.
The sound of you two catching your breath fills the room, and Clark presses his forehead against yours. You smile and wrap your arms around the back of his neck.
“I meant it,” you breathe. “About the bedframe.”
Clark laughs, then kisses you before pulling out and lifting you up to set you back on the bed. You relax against the comforter as he grabs a few tissues to clean you both up.
“I know you did,” Clark says. “I’ll look into it. I promise.”
“I can’t just not have sex with you every time we’re in Kansas,” you tell him as he hands you some tissue. You reach down to clean yourself up.
“I know.”
“And you hate fucking me on the floor, so you ought to do something about it.”
“I will.”
“And hey,” you say, catching his wrist and yanking him towards you. You sit up and cup the back of his head. “I love you so, so much, Mr. Kent.”
Clark grins, then kisses you softly with a hand on your cheek.
“I love you too, Mrs. Kent.”
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
rynwritesstuff, 2026
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