morning after snowfall .°｡❆
ship: soft dom! clark kent x teasing f! reader (established relationship)
content warnings: (sfw) suggestive aspects, light teasing, consensual soft-dom, teasing dynamics, cozy intimacy, playful romantic humor, minor domestic choas (burned pancakes, spilled coffee mentioned)
word count: 3k
author's note: happy kinkmas day 22! ✧.
kinkmas is coming to a close in just three days, and while it’s a little sad to see it end, i hope this cozy, snow-filled morning with clark and our oc warms your hearts. thank you for sharing these moments with me—valentines one-shots (kinkrary) will be here soon! if i forgot any warnings, let me know!
now playing: christmas wrapping by the waitresses
(photo credits to pinterest & coloring & edits by me)
the snow outside had fallen quietly overnight, covering rooftops, streets, and lampposts in a thick, soft blanket. clark stirred beneath the warmth of the blankets, an arm heavy around your waist, forehead pressed into the curve of your hair. he blinked once, then twice, disoriented by the stillness.
no alarms, no flashes of danger, no urgent calls pulling him into the city. just… you. warm, tangled, and impossibly soft. his chest tightened. "morning." he murmured, low and teasing, brushing his lips along your temple. "don’t move too much. you’re… mine for now." you stirred, smirking even in your sleep. "mine, huh? clark kent? dangerous possessive vibes already… i like it."
clark grinned, a playful, confident smirk tugging at his lips. "careful." he whispered, thumb brushing slow circles on your hip. "you’re walking on thin ice. or should i say… snow?" you laughed, twisting just enough to press your cheek against his chest. "clark, you’re terrible at puns, but i’ll forgive you… this time."
the city outside groaned awake, boots crunching softly on snow, cars humming through icy streets, but in their room, the world had slowed to a hush. clark listened, chest swelling with relief at how peaceful it all felt. usually, he would be scanning, alert, listening for danger. but not right now, now he could just exist.
"you know." he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "snowflakes are supposed to be unique. but i think… this morning might be even rarer. just… us. no chaos. no alarms. just you tangled with me, like this." you stirred, one eye peeking at him, sleepy and smirking.
"you sound like a nicholas sparks novel. careful, clark, i might fall in love with your narration skills." your own smirk adoring your sleepy face. "i'd like that." he replied, voice soft but laced with a playful dominance. "but i warn you, you're still in my arms. no escapes allowed." his arms held onto you tighter. "zero escapes?" you echo, mocked horror in your tone, tugging lightly at his sleeve.
"clark kent, the man of steel, is going soft on me? i feel dangerously empowered." clark caught your hand mid-tug, holding it firmly against his chest. "soft doesn’t mean weak." he said, voice low and teasing, thumb brushing along your knuckles. "it means… i choose to hold you like this. and i like it. a lot."
you wriggled against him, smirking. "oh, i like it too… but only because i get to tease you while you act all… in charge.” clark laughed softly, shaking his head. "impossible." he whispered. "but i like that about you. i’ll have to remind you who’s really in control… even if it’s light control." you gasped playfully, rolling your eyes.
"soft-dom clark? dangerous, and here i thought i had all the power in teasing you." he huffed, his light chuckle hitting your ears like music. "you do… sometimes," he admitted, brushing his fingers along your side in slow, deliberate motions. "i’ll always have the upper hand… eventually."you chuckled, curling closer into him.
"eventually, huh? that’s what i’m counting on." clark pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, lingering there. "i could get used to this." he murmured. "snow outside, warm blankets inside, you tangled with me… being soft with you. this is… perfect." his smile light as he nuzzled his nose in your hair.
"and i’ll make sure you don’t forget it." you said, voice still playful, fingers tangling in his hair. "you’re mine for the morning, clark kent. don’t even think about escaping." he laughed, rolling slightly to brush a kiss across your lips, gentle but teasing. "oh, i won’t." he said softly. "i might make you beg for it… just a little."
you raised an eyebrow, smirk widening. "you? beg? clark kent? don’t make me laugh… although i do enjoy seeing you flustered." he pressed his forehead to yours, smiling against your skin. "flustered or not… i’m yours- completely. soft, strong, all of me."
you let out a soft laugh, curling further into him, your hands brushing his chest and shoulders. "good." you said, voice low, playful. "cause i plan on testing that claim all day." clark chuckled, running a hand along your hair, tugging you closer into his warmth. "i wouldn’t have it any other way."
he said, voice low, teasing, yet filled with the softness and confidence only he could carry. "you like testing me… but i’ll always be here. always."
minutes passed like this, with soft touches, teasing words, laughter mingling with warmth. clark let his hands roam gently, reminding you who held the power here, while you countered every move with playful defiance, cheeky smiles, and your own charm. every tug, every tease, every laugh wove you closer together, and the world outside continued its quiet snow-hushed morning.
eventually, the rumble of empty stomachs brought you both to life. clark reluctantly disentangled himself, though his hands lingered on your back as he muttered, "i swear… you make domestic bliss… dangerous." you smirked, brushing snow-dusted strands of hair from your face. "clark kent; superhero, soft-dom extraordinaire, and still somehow adorable in sweatpants."
he rolled his eyes, smiling. "i’ll take that as a compliment… but don’t push it. breakfast first, teasing second." the morning stretched on, lazy, playful, soft. pancakes burned a little and coffee spilled a little. every spilled drop, every laugh, every tender glance, made it perfect because this—soft clark, his sweetheart, blankets, snow, laughter.
it was more than perfect but most of all it was home. as you moved to pour coffee, clark’s hand found your wrist, tugging you back toward him. "don’t walk away." he said, voice low, teasing. "i’m not done with my morning reminders." you leaned into him, smirk tugging at your lips. "oh? and what are these reminders exactly?"
he kissed your temple again, brushing your hair back. "that you belong with me and also… that i doesn’t share cuddles lightly." his hand resting on your chin, looking at you. "dangerous..." you murmured, eyes sparkling. "and here i thought i was safe." you huffed. "safe?" he echoed, hands sliding around your waist, tugging you close.
"you’re never safe with me… but you’re always loved and that’s better." you laughed softly, brushing your nose against his. "i’ll take that. better than safe, anyway."
the two of you spent the rest of the morning tangled in blankets, teasing, laughing, and stealing kisses. sunlight filtered through snow-dusted windows, glinting off strands of hair and skin, making everything feel golden and quiet. clark pressed his forehead to yours one last time before reluctantly pulling back to reach for the pancakes.
he still playfully held your hand. "you know." he said, smirking as he set down plates. "if we survive breakfast without starting a food fight, i think that counts as a heroic feat." his smirk charming per usual.
"oh, it’s on!" you said, grinning, flicking a small dab of powdered sugar at his cheek. "soft and playful or not, i’m challenging you." clark laughed, letting the sugar settle on his lips. "you’re impossible." he said fondly, leaning down to brush it off with a slow, deliberate kiss that left you melting. "and i love it."
by the time the city fully woke, the snow outside glimmering untouched, the two of you were still tangled together, messy hair, warm hearts, soft laughter, and gentle teasing filling the quiet room and in that perfect, golden, chaotic, playful, snow-filtered morning, clark realized something he hadn’t allowed himself in a long time.
he didn’t need to scan the city. he didn’t need to save anyone. he didn’t need to be anyone but this. he felt himself indulge with this soft teasing and confident yet protective side of him hopelessly in love with you. "mine." he whispered against your hair, soft and low, thumb brushing gentle patterns over your back.
"yours." you replied, voice teasing and confident, holding him just as close. "completely. no take-backs." your smile soft, sincere. he chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "good, because i wouldn’t want it any other way."
the morning stretched on like that, slow and perfect with snow outside, blankets inside, laughter, teasing, gentle dominance, and two people who had somehow found home in each other, tangled in every way that mattered.
and clark, heart full with gentle hands, he held you close letting the world slip away. this soft, messy, perfectly domestic love was all that mattered.
~*~ the strawberry patch ~*~
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