pairing: clark kent x fem!reader | word count: 1,727
summary: something about clark's hands do it for you everytime, and you find out they have a mind of their own.
warnings: SMUT 18+, hands, hand kink, finger sucking, fingering, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl), clark being a sweetheart, some light dirty talk, established relationship but she doesn’t really know he’s superman
you never realized when you first started staring at his hands. maybe it was when he would profusely push up his glasses, or maybe when he would cook dinner for you when you came home from a long day of work.
you noticed everything about him. the way his skin would shift over his veins, how they almost always seemed to be callused even though he only worked a desk job. sometimes when he would bring work home, you'd sit next to him for hours watching the way his long fingers would fly over the keyboard, his tongue popping out of his lip when he was extremely focused.
his hands were always something you were ashamed of liking. why did it turn you on so much? it's just a regular body part, everyone has them. but not everyone has hands like clark's.
clark quietly noticed your obsession with his hands, he just was never brave enough to say anything to you about it. the way you always reached for his hand when walking down the sidewalk made his heart flutter. and when you guys would sit on the same side of the booth and you would grab his free hand and place it gently on your thigh like you wanted his attention, that made him even more nervous.
he truly pieced it together when one night you guys were sharing some left over birthday cake. while trying to cut you a big slice, his finger accidentally dipped into the frosting. instead of grabbing a napkin to clean it up, you lifted his finger to your mouth and sucked the icing clean off. it was safe to say he was shocked. as you lips popped off his pointer finger, his pants began to tighten. he finished cutting your slice and pretended like it never happened.
tonight, you were sitting on the couch scrolling through the channels, waiting for clark to come home. he told you he would be staying late to finish up some pieces so you weren’t worried about him. after a while you gave up and put on an old romcom, one of your favorites. about 30 minutes later, the latch to the apartment door opens and clark comes in with his briefcase. he loosens his tie and takes off his loafers at the door.
“hi sweetheart,” he calls out, happy to see you all comfy on the couch in your pjs. “sorry i was so late. today was absolutely the last day to get the story turned in.”
“it’s ok clark. i understand.” you say as you push yourself up a little bit. “there’s still some pasta on the stove if want some baby.”
clark makes his way into the kitchen to inspect the pasta. “wow honey, this looks amazing.” he starts to plate himself some, then adds a little extra because he knew you’d want some bites. when he sits down next to and tries the pasta for the first time his face lights up.
“better than good sweetheart. so did you miss me?”
you giggle, letting warmth flood your face. “maybe just a bit clark.” clark collects some pasta on his fork and raises it up to your mouth. you gladly accept the bite, your eyes never leaving his big hand. you trace the lines of his veins as he flexes his fingers around the fork. you chew and think you’d rather have something else in your mouth instead.
as his finishes his pasta, he gets up, rinses the bowl and saunters into the bedroom. minutes later he comes out in plaid pj pants, his chest bare.
“and what do i owe the pleasure clark?” you smirk, watching your boyfriends muscles contract as he makes his way over to the couch.
“my suit jackets gets so constricting during the day. it’s nice to let my body air out some.”
“sure clarkie. whatever you say.” you can’t help but smile at his coy reply as he sits down next to you. clark is hefty, and he claims this to be because of the farm work he did as a teenager, so when he sits down the couch completely molds to his body. your feet instantly find purchase in his lap, his massive hands coming to cover your ankles.
“this movie again?” complains clark, even though there really isn’t any annoyance behind it. his fingers rub circles on your ankles driving you wild.
“it’s my favorite. plus nothing else is on.”
suddenly his fingers start to trail up your calf. you pretend not to notice, but he hears the subtle change in your breathing. his well groomed fingernails lightly scratch your skin as they travel higher.
“clark,” you whisper.
“what are you doing?”
“just enjoying my sweet girl. why, is that a problem?”
his fingers go higher and higher until his arm is completely stretched out. once he can’t reach any further he quick pulls you legs further into his lap, sliding you down the couch.
“you could have just asked if you wanted me in your lap so bad.”
“where the fun in that?” clark teases.
his fingers ghost over your thin pjs shorts. they were the ones that clark bought you for your birthday last year. the ones that have the cute little hearts on them. you eyes flick back to his hand that’s now rubbing the inside of your thigh. you part your legs without even thinking about it.
“these look so cute on you, pretty girl.” clark coos. his hand slips under your shorts and starts to rub the lace that is sitting on your hip. “what color you got on underneath these, sweetheart?”
your breath hitches. usually clark isn’t this forward. “um pink.” you say shyly. you continue to watch the outline of his hand under your shorts. the fabric flows over his hand so nicely, but you wish you could see the tanned skin.
“pink? you wore pink for me sweetheart?”
your face goes a little pink. warmth is trailing up your body. even warmth is starting to settle low in your belly as he continues to play with the lace. “well.. i uh- i didn’t know we’d be doing this tonight.”
his hand stops immediately and retreats from under the fabric. “i’m sorry did i make you uncomfortable?”
“no.. no never clark. i just- usually i initiate this kind of stuff.” your face must be bright red now because clark just laughs.
“i know, but i have some things i want to try. is that ok?” he hand flexes. it makes your mouth water. you finally get the courage to nod and his hand slips under your waistband. “can i take this off pretty girl?” another nod from you urges him to light pull down your pj shorts leaving you in the pink lacy underwear.
“pink might just be my favorite color on you.” clark says, his hand drifting across your thighs teasing at the lace. “i’ve been thinking.. did you know your heart beats faster when you look at my hands?”
“my heartbeat? clark what are you talking about?”
“i can hear it.. uh speed up. drives me crazy.” he gives an awkward smile. his fingers finally dip past the lace making you shiver. “i can smell you too. right now. this is turning you on.”
you’re shocked and kinda confused at his rambling. “smell? what smell? clark, i don’t-” his fingers swipe over your damp center. “clark!” you gasp.
“smell so good. let me make you feel good. just watch my hands sweetheart.” his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, soothing circles. he’s so precise in his movements you already start to whimper and wiggle.
“you like my hands don’t you sweetheart. i saw the way you were eyeing them today.” you nod barely being about to catch your breath from his relentless attention. one finger starts to prod at your hole, “please clark” you beg. he pulls off the pink panties, finally freeing yourself to him.
“you don’t need to beg sweetheart, you know i’ll give it to you.” his finger slowly enters, leaving time for you to adjust. somehow you can feel the roughness from inside, feeling the hard work left on his hands. he starts to pump inside of you, reaching places you never thought were possible with just one finger.
“can i add another one sweetheart?”
at a loss of words, you nod again. the stimulation from both inside and outside your pussy was enough to take you over the edge. once the second finger slips in, a moan escapes your lips.
“good girl. you sound so pretty for me.” his fingers finding a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart.
“clark, i’m close” you whisper not being able to even speak clearly. the feeling of his fingers so deep inside of you, brings you to the edge faster than you realize. his hands tearing you undone.
“so pretty, sweetheart. give it to me. i know you want to.” he eggs you on. between his voice and his fingers, you lose all strength finding your release. “clark!”
you catch your breath, heart still beating out of your chest. as he slowly removes his fingers, a string of your release connects his finger back to your pussy. when he pulls them far enough away, the string snaps, coating his fingers. he brings them up to your mouth. “open sweetheart.” he pleads.
you suck in his fingers, tasting yourself on him. you don’t know what you enjoyed more, his fingers in your mouth or pussy. maybe next time you can convince him to do both. he pops them out of your mouth and wipes them on his pj pants.
“was that ok for your sweetheart? i kinda wanted to focus on the hands since you’ve been so focused on them recently.” he leans forward pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“was i that obvious?” you ask.
“maybe just a bit sweetheart. but i notice everything about you.” he pulls you closer into his lap. his hand finds yours as you tuck yourself against his bare chest.
“what did you mean by you could hear and smell me?”
clark goes ridged behind you.
“you know what, nevermind it was hot either way.”
clark awkwardly chuckles as he smoothes out your hair. “just relax sweetheart, i’m not going anywhere.”
