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Omg I read your shower sex blurb and it’s so good! Pls may I request angry Clark? Maybe the reader did something and he’s super pissed off? Angst please, thank you SO much!

“clark, i need to tell you something,” you chose this restaurant because maybe your boyfriend would react better if you told him in public. clark’s eyes flick up to your face and you’re taken aback for a moment at how blue his eyes are in the candlelight. “what’s wrong?” clark asks, reaching across the table to hold your hand in his. you want to pull back from him to make this easier, but you don’t. his steady warmth soothes you even now.

“i cheated on you,” you admit, eyes filling with tears.

clark pulls his hand away immediately, “what?”

“i cheated, clark. i slept with someone else,” you repeat.

it takes a moment for the words to really hit him, then he stands, steady as always, digs some cash out from his wallet, drops it on the table, and exits the building.

you stand immediately, following him as quickly as you can. “clark, please!” you call after him, unable to catch up with his long strides. you watch him turn, walking back toward you just as fast as he was walking away, fists balled at his sides.

“what?” clark spits when he approaches you, “you want to tell me you fucked someone else while we’re in the middle of dinner and expect me to calmly discuss the implications of that on our relationship over cheesecake?”

tears start to run down your cheeks, “i don’t-“

clark cuts you off, “yeah, you don’t know. you don’t think. you don’t understand. you don’t get it. you don’t want to lose me. you didn’t mean to hurt me. i know all of your excuses already. when you have something new to tell me, something less played out, i’ll listen.”

you open your mouth to speak, but close it again when some people walk by you, remembering you’re on a busy street. clark glances at the strangers then grabs you by the wrist and tugs you into the space between the restaurant and the furniture store beside it, “tell me he was better than me,” clark requests.

“what?” your face twists in confusion, “no, i-“

clark cuts you off a second time, “oh you can’t? you can’t tell me he fucked you better than me? he loved you better than i do? did he make you come as hard?” his hand is making its way up the slit in your dress now, “did he even know how to touch you? how you like your pussy played with a little before you get railed? i know he wasn’t bigger than me.” clark presses two fingers to the outside of your panties between your legs. you swallow thickly, holding in a whine.

“let me make you come and then tell me how much you regret losing me for him,” clark whispers, leaning down to press long kisses to the side of your neck. he sucks a mark where your neck and shoulder connect, “when you see him next, tell him that’s from me.”

you’re a mess now, pussy wet and hands clawing at clark’s back, “please,” you beg, “i missed you. i was lonely.”

“lonely?” clark scoffs coldly, pulling away from you completely, “let’s see how lonely you can get.”

clark turns and walks away, leaving you leaning against a brick wall, watching the love of your life leave you because of something you did. you’ll never recover.

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clark finding out reader has powers and she’s been working with the flash and he just gets mad because he trusted her to know about his superman identity but she didn’t tell him about her identity, and she doesn’t understand why he’s so upset which creates tension and an argument to where they don’t speak for like two weeks but then they talk about it and then have make up sex 😇

this got… dirty. i’m ovulating, sue me.

CW: MDNI 18+, piv sex, oral sex (f!receiving), come play, unprotected sex, fighting, make up sex, face sitting, mind control

“it’s about trust!” clark turns on his heel in your kitchen, leaning against your counter and crossing his arms over his chest, “i trusted you enough to know about me.”

“clark, you trust everyone. i can’t take those same risks i’m not superman,” you reply, trying to close some of the distance between you, “i can’t tell everyone.”

“but barry gets to know?” clark snaps back, “he’s basically just your coworker and he gets to know? but i don’t even though you’re the- you’re my- even though i love you?” you watch tears well up in his eyes. that’s the first time he’s said that.

“clark..” you take another step toward him, “it’s not a big deal.” you mean it to be comforting, but it doesn’t hit him that way. clark pushes past you, grabs his coat and slams the door behind him, leaving cold, emptiness in your apartment behind him.

-

two weeks go by without so much as a superman flyby outside of your apartment window.

you know it must have been hard for him to find out that way, freshly post-subduing a rock creature that was stomping around an office building roof, but you don’t know why he doesn’t understand your need to conceal your identity for as long as possible.

but you do get how picking up an unconscious fellow meta human, trying to resuscitate her, just to see she’s your girlfriend, could be difficult on a man. even one as strong as clark.

you remember opening your eyes to his face, blue eyes and that one curl falling down from otherwise slicked back hair. you were relieved initially, only to see the wave of betrayal cross clark’s gentle face, twisting it into something you didn’t recognize.

two weeks and the feeling in your chest has moved from a crushing pain to a dull lonely ache. you miss him. more than you want to admit to yourself.

so, when barry gets a call he needs you on, and you show up to the scene to see superman already having taken care of the threat, you get desperate.

you use just a little bit of mind control to direct clark into an alley where you can speak to him.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, “i know you feel betrayed, i know i should have told you, but i was terrified of someone knowing this part of me. especially someone like you who would really… understand.”

wordlessly, clark scoops you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest, “i love you. i want to know all of you, that’s why i got so upset.”

“i love you too, clark, and that scares me more than anything,” you admit, “and i’ve seen some shit.”

clark laughs softly, “i know, baby, me too.”

-

that evening, clark’s back in your apartment, cooking in your kitchen, where he belongs. he slides a dish into the oven then drops the oven mitts, sets a timer, and turns around to press you against your pantry door. he kisses you deeply, one hand finding your waist, the other finding your jaw. the kiss draws a moan from you after a moment. clark presses his body into yours further, making the kiss a little wetter and messier. you stay like that for a while until clark pulls back to let you catch your breath. “i need you inside me,” you whine.

clark nods and leads you back to your bedroom, kissing you in between steps. he sits on the edge of your bed and pulls you to him by your hips. he stops kissing you only to get your top off. you breath hitches when he slides his hands up to brush his fingertips over your bare nipples. “i wonder how good this could be for you if you used your mind control on me,” clark says, looking up at you with a smirk on his face. “not tonight, i want you to do what you want with me,” you reply, tugging on the hem of his shirt as an unspoken “off”. clark obliges, taking his shirt off and slipping your pants and underwear off of you in exchange.

clark lifts you gently to make you straddle him, “i want you to sit on my face, pretty girl.” you moan again at that, “okay, yeah, whatever you want.”

clark guides you to straddle his face after lying flat on your bed. you lower yourself down with his hands pulling gently on your hips. the first swipe of his tongue makes you dizzy. he groans under you, pulling your hips down onto him further. you start to grind a little like you would teasing him when you ride his cock. that makes him groan again, lips finding your clit to suck for a moment. then he starts to lick, suck, and kiss you like he was made for just this.

“baby, i’m close, please don’t stop,” you warn him before coming on his face, hips jerking. he holds you steady and keeps licking through it. you try to pull away but he makes a dissatisfied sound and keeps moving his mouth. “oh my god,” you gasp, “baby uhh,” you moan. everything is so sensitive, but he’s making it feel so good. after your second orgasm atop his face, clark lets you go.

you roll onto your back, panting. your legs are still spread and you know how messy you must look. you catch your breath after a minute or two and open your eyes to find clark propped up on his elbow, watching you.

“i want to come on your clit,” clark whispers. you moan and close your eyes again, “you can’t just say stuff like that, clark.”

“you admitted parts of yourself that you don’t show anyone to me, this is me doing the same.”

“you’re admitting to me that you’re an eater and you want to come on my clit?” you laugh softly, “how long have you been hiding that, superman?”

clark frowns at you, but there’s an amused glint in his eyes, “it’s my secret identity. horny bastard. i sit around and think about you and how to make you come for half the day sometimes. it’s a full time job.”

“well don’t let me keep you from it,” you put your hands up in surrender and clark stands up, getting his pants off faster than you’ve ever seen. “you can get inside me until you’re ready if you want,” you say, spreading your legs a little further. the sight laid out in front of clark is obscene. you, wet from his spit and your own slick, spread open for him to take however he wants. clark pumps his hand over himself twice then pulls you to the edge of the bed by your calves, wrapping your legs around his hips before pressing into you slowly. your back arches and clark takes the opportunity to get his hands on your nipples again, making you moan, open-mouthed and desperate.

clark starts to rock in and out of you at a slow pace, letting his cock drag through you so you can feel every inch, “feel so good, sweet girl,” he moans. his hands make their way from your tits to your wait to your hips as he picks up the pace over time. you watch his face as much as you can in your fucked out state. when you see clark’s brows start to furrow, you remind him of what he wanted, “come on my clit, baby. pull out and make a mess.”

clark listens, pulling out almost regretfully and starting to stroke his cock while tapping the head on your wet clit. “oh fuck, clark, i’m gonna come too,” you gasp, not expecting to be able to finish again. clark watches as you come, clutching the bedsheets under you as you gasp and moan. clark finishes moments later, his come flooding the area around your oversensitive clit.

clark collapses next to you on the bed, pulling you in to hold you as close as possible, “i love you.”

“i love you too, clark. every part of you,” you seal your words with a chaste kiss to his lips.

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Catwoman!reader x clark??

They both interact as superman and Catwoman ( she's teasing him all the damn time) and she works with clark at daily planet AND she knows clark is superman but he doesn't know that she knows?

okay yeah and teasing him how exactly is my thought because we all know she’s too smart to get caught especially by clark. winding him up in the most subtle ways so no one else knows why this girl drives him so crazy.

CW: MDNI 18+, suggestive content, mentions of nudity, theft, objectification, stripping

you’ve observed clark for a month now, watching the way he watches you, seeing him slink off at a moment’s notice when something happens downtown, just to see superman show up on the television a moment later. you’ve watched his every move like you always do with boys you think are a little too cute for their own good.

the teasing starts simply enough, a brush of your black acrylic fingernail down his chest when you’re speaking to him. a tug on his tie when you’re showing him something on your computer and you know no one else is looking. getting your mouth a little too close to whisper during a press conference, maybe leaving a tiny lipstick smudge on the shell of his ear. you know he could hear you fine if you whispered from across the city, but you also know he feels the lipstick on him like a brand. and you know he wants to be marked up.

you start to escalate things when he’s been reeled in. wearing a skirt a little too short to work late on a tuesday night, coming up to perch yourself on the edge of clark’s desk when the final person had left the office. you know he’s a good boy, raised to look at people when they’re speaking so you start talking about your article, then uncross your legs and cross them again, giving him a peek at black lacy panties under the skirt. clark glances down when your legs move, blushing deeply. he blinks back up and you, mouth slightly agape. “clark, are you even listening?” you put a pout on your lips. “i- uh, yeah of course i am,” he keeps eye contact now, even as you lean over, breasts pushing up a little more from your top.

there’s a crash outside, followed by light pouring into the windows of the building. clark turns and stands from his chair. with only you there, how does he make an excuse,”i… i better get home before whatever that is makes the commute worse,” he’s stumbling over his words. “mm,” you reply with just a hum and a nod. clark exits the office and you glance down, realizing he’s left his suit jacket on his chair. how interesting to leave without a coat in november.

your suspicions confirmed, you lift his coat off his chair with nimble fingers, drape it over your shoulders and head home.

-

about a week goes by before you decide to up the ante even more. everyone’s gone from the office again. clark has to work late often. he says he’s just wanting to do his best work, you know how often he’s suddenly missing during the day.

your heels click on the marble floor as you make your way over to clark’s desk. you stand behind his chair, one hand on your hip, the other reaching out to tap clark’s shoulder,”where’s that blue suit of yours?” he turns quickly, ”wha- uh, what blue suit?” he stammers, wide eyed. “you know, the navy one you usually wear with that horrible patterned tie,” you reply nonchalantly. “oh,” clark relaxed a little, ”i misplaced the jacket. i guess i might’ve lost the dry cleaning ticket or something.”

“right,” you nod, “misplaced.” clark swallows, uncomfortable, “yeah, it didn’t fit right anyway, so not a total loss.” his big blue eyes are locked on yours, “oh yeah i know all about that. i can’t ever get tops that fit right,” your fingers find the bottom button of your blouse, “at night i can’t wait to take them off.” you start to unbutton the blouse from the bottom up, revealing inch by inch of smooth skin. “oh gosh, yeah, that must be- uh.. whoa,” clark’s eyes drop to your chest as you peel the blouse off your shoulders, revealing black lace bra underneath. “mind if i get out of these shoes and skirt too?” you ask, not waiting for a response before kicking your shoes off and unzipping your skirt. you peel the skirt down your legs and clark leans back a little, taking you in. “you m-match,” he stammers again, referring to the black lace panties to match your bra, “my underwear and socks almost never match, you must be organized.”

you smirk a little, unable to completely keep his charm at arm’s length. then, you reach back to unhook your bra, leaving it in the pile with the your top, skirt, and heels. you let yourself revel in clark’s eyes making their way up and down your body for a moment. “i know something about you, clark,” you whisper, stepping toward him to place a knee between his legs in his chair. you grip his tie, pulling his face in, “you’re superman.”

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shower sex with clark after an argument and he’s mad pls pls pls love u!!!

thank you for the request, love you!! this got longer than i wanted it to and maybe angst??

cw: mdni, 18+, explicit content, sexual content, shower sex, fighting, lock picking, clark doesn’t listen to a request for space, no penetration, restraints? sort of

“leave me the fuck alone!” you yell, slamming the bathroom door in clark’s face. you lock the door and walk to the sink, bracing your hands on either side of it. you look at your tear-stained face in the mirror and take a deep breath, trying to regulate your breathing.

what was the fight even about? it changed so many times during it you’ve forgotten what it started out as. it twisted into something about clark never being home, never putting you first, never considering what his flying around, saving the world is doing to you.

there’s a knock at the door, gentle and soft. clark’s muffled voice, full of regret makes its way to your ears,”baby, please, let me in.”

you push yourself away from the counter and pad over to the shower, twisting the knob to start the spray. you shed your clothes quickly and test the water temperature with your fingertips before stepping into the shower.

this always makes you feel better, the warm water, the soft shhhhh of it hitting the tiles under you, the steam clouding your vision so you don’t have to think about anything. you tilt your head back into the water to wet your hair. you start to relax and let your mind clear.

evidently, you get so lost in the feeling, you don’t hear clark pick the lock on the bathroom door, open it, or drop his clothes in the hamper with yours.

next thing you know you have big hands on your waist, pulling you into a big, warm chest. you push back from clark, scowling up at him,”i told you to leave me alone,” you hiss, anger bubbling back up in your chest. blue eyes blink at you and you watch clark’s brows furrow,”you don’t get to just walk away from me and shut me out all the time.”

“all the time? when the fuck are you even here for me to shut you out? hmm? when are you not off saving some squirrel long enough to watch me shut you out? watch me walk away?” you poke at his bare chest as you speak, making your point with your fingertip. clark’s hand moves to wrap around your wrist,”stop,” he breathes. the look in his eyes is one you only see when you question him like this. anger. helplessness. clark pins your wrist to the tile wall of the shower and cages you in with his body,”stop talking to me like i don’t love you. like you don’t know how much you mean to me.”

“i don’t,” you spit, tears pricking your eyes. clark pins your other wrist to the wall, holding both in one hand above your head, keeping you still. his other hand slides from your shoulder to brush past your nipple, down your soft tummy, then between your legs. you gasp softly, closing your eyes as you try to keep your sounds in when clark starts working the pads of two fingers on your clit.

“pretty wet for someone who doesn’t think their boyfriend cares about them,” clark bites back at you. he leans down to kiss your mouth in between your heavy breaths. “clark,” you whisper,”please.”

“please, what?” clark replies, an edge in his voice that makes you shiver.

“please get inside me,” you whine.

“no, ma’am, you’re gonna remember that you matter to me. you’re not gonna use me to make yourself forget what you said,” clark presses a little harder where he’s making circles on your clit.

you can’t hold back anymore, moans dropping from your lips with increasing desperation,”clark,” you beg,”i’m..” you come when he locks eyes with you, your head tipping back to brace against the wall.

clark drops your wrists and pulls his hand from between your legs. you go to wrap your arms around his shoulders and he slumps a little, making himself smaller to curl into your arms,”oh honey, i’m so sorry. i know you have so many responsibilities,” you whisper against his ear, running your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck.

“you’re my priority, but… people will die, you know i have to…” clark presses his face into your neck and steps back into the slightly colder spray of the shower, pulling you in impossibly closer. “i know, i’m sorry. i love you, clark. i love your big heart,” you try to comfort him even though you know you’ll never understand. your man, superman, who is selfless in a way you’ve never been able to wrap your head around, seeks comfort in you. how could you ever think he doesn’t care?

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taking requests for blurbs about clark, please ask for whatever your heart desires i’m in an indulgent mood!!

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mind your manners

clark kent x reader

mdni: 18+

cw: begging, clark being a munch, oral sex (f!receiving), piv, explicit content, unprotected sex, soft dom!reader, soft dom!clark, they’re switchy

clark is a country boy, through and through with manners to match. and those manners extend to everything. he opens doors, he makes sure he’s on the street side of the sidewalk with an arm tucked gently around you, there’s always clark’s hand pressed to the small of your back to direct you because it’s his job to know where you’re going so you can use your pretty mind to think up anything and everything to tell him.

you even got mad at him once “clark, i’m a fully grown, intelligent woman with a career and shoes that cost more than your rent. you don’t get to just move me wherever you want me and hold doors open and pay for dinners all the time.” he blushed and responded “gosh, honey, i’m sorry, it’s just the way i was raised. sat through one too many of my dad’s ‘how to treat a girl right’ speeches. i know you’re grown and you’re right, you’re the most intelligent, deep thinking, introspective, capable person i know. i sure didn’t mean to make you feel less than that.” you melted like butter in july at that,”baby, oh, no i love it, i just wanted to make sure you weren’t doing it with the wrong intentions.”

clark has manners, please and thank you, yes ma’am and no ma’am. you thought he might be different once he got into bed. or in this case, the couch in your living room. he’s on his knees, blinking up at you with those big blue eyes, warm hands on your hips under your floral skirt, hooking fingertips under the elastic at the top of your panties.

“please, baby,” clark breathes, never losing eye contact with you. god, is he pouting right now? you reach down to run your thumb over his bottom lip, making it jut out more,”ask nicely, clark, what do you want?”

“ma’am, i wanna eat you out, please,” he says it so earnestly, a slight twang in his voice that usually only comes out when he’s completely relaxed.

“what do you need to do first, my love?” you know you’re working him up, using his sweet nature for your own benefit.

clark’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and his eyes flick down to your chest for a moment. you swear you can see him lose himself a little and look right through your tank top to your tits.

“i need to take these off,” his blue eyes meet yours again when he speaks, he tugs gingerly at the hem of your undergarments.

“clark, i said ask nicely.”

“please,” clark slumps slightly, almost whining, his frame getting smaller. you remember for a moment that this man has all the strength in the world and is restraining himself of his own accord to beg so prettily for the chance to have his tongue on you.

“okay, good boy, take them off,” you lift your hips slightly so clark can tug down the panties in one motion. he pulls you down slightly by your ankles to hook your knees over his shoulders. you swear you hear him hum before he leans in to press a wet kiss to your clit. clark reaches up to pull your skirt so it’s covering the dark curls atop his head. he told you once he loves being under your skirt, you started wearing skirts he could get under more.

your head tips back when you let out an easy moan as clark starts using his tongue to push all your wetness to your clit. his fingertips dig into your hips ever so slightly, reminding you that you might be in charge now but what clark wants, he takes (with permission). right now, it’s clear by the way he’s flicking his tongue, he wants you to come, and quickly.

“oh, god, clark, yeah, you know i love when you do that with your mouth, fuck,” you reach down for purchase on his hair, pushing your skirt out of the way to tug on whatever curls you can get your fingers into. you feel his lips push into a smirk, his tongue still moving exactly the way you want it.

the twist in your lower belly unravels when you hear clark moan into you like he’s enjoying this more than you are. your hips try to wiggle away from clark’s grip as he works his tongue over your clit, the pulses inside you intensifying before dying down, leaving you out of breath.

you use the grip on clark’s hair to pull his face away from where he’s pressing kisses to your soft folds.

blue eyes come into focus again and that fucking pout on his wet lower lip. his chin and nose are shiny too, evidence left behind from him eating like he had never had a meal in his life.

“clark, why are you pouting right now?” you ask, chuckling breathlessly.

“i want more.” clark admits, using his best puppy dog eyes on you.

“more, baby? oh my god i don’t think i can do more. you ruined me. you know you ruin me when you do that with your tongue,” you unhook your legs from his shoulders to sit up on the couch. you cup his pouty face in your hands,”what if you get inside me instead?” you offer.

clark’s eyes lit up,”yeah, can i please bend you over?” he asks. you laugh softly and nod,”of course, baby, you wanna bend me over the armrest and play with my tits while you’re in me?”

he lets out a groan,”you know i love that. yes, please.”

you stand up from the couch, clark steadying you with a hand on your hip and hand on your ass when you both realize how wobbly your legs still are from coming so hard. he stands next, pulling you into a sweet but messy kiss. his lips taste like you. his tongue tastes like you. the kiss is dirty enough to pull a moan from somewhere deep in your chest. it lasts for a minute or two before clark breaks it to ask you to take your top off. you oblige, not even teasing him that he didn’t say “please” because as soon as your chest is in full view he breathes a “thank you” so sincere it makes you feel utterly lovesick.

clark’s big hands find their way to your nipples, fingertips brushing over them to harden them fully,”you look so good like this,” he whispers,”you look so good always but this might be my favorite. post-orgasm glow, tits out, wet for me,” he leans down, wrapping strong arms around your waist and pressing kisses down the side of your neck, pulling another moan from your mouth. you suddenly realize he’s fully clothed. your fingers find buttons of his wrinkled white work shirt, undoing them as quickly as you can then pushing it off his shoulders. he leans down to kiss you, so fucking dirty again, wet and sloppy, tongues moving together as your hands move up to thread through his hair again. clark’s fingers end up on your nipples again, twisting, brushing his thumbs over them, pinching just enough to make you sigh into his mouth.

“alright, pretty girl, you’ve gotta either let me get my mouth on you again or bend over so i can get inside you, i’m getting desperate here,” clark says it like he’s joking but the look in his eyes mean there’s some truth to the words. you bite your lip for a moment as if you’re thinking on it then take a few steps over to the arm of the couch, bending over it,”come get in me then, baby.”

clark groans deeply and reaches down to unzip his pants, pulling his cock out, red, dripping, and so hard. he steps over so he’s behind you and you wiggle while he’s trying to line up, trying to make him just a little irritated so he’ll go harder. he grips your hip with one hand to stop your movement then you feel the head of his cock pressing into you.

“mmm, so big, baby,” you moan as he gets his cock all the way inside. you clench up on purpose to make clark make that strangled noise you love. “ma’am if you want me to last any length of time and make it good for you, you’re gonna stop that business right now,” clark uses his best commanding voice on you and it makes you clench up involuntarily this time, letting out a soft whine,”hurry up.”

clark starts to move, letting his cock drag through your walls at an agonizingly slow pace. he thrusts slowly, deeply, for a while, keeping you still with his hands on your hips, moving up to your waist, and back down again to feel over the curve of your ass. it feels so good you’re worried you’re going to get addicted to his cock in you like this, if you’re not already. he picks up speed when he feels you start to relax completely, still going just as deep with every thrust.

“gosh, honey, i don’t know if i’m gonna last like this,” clark moans from behind you. you turn your head as it’s your turn to pout at him,”thought you were gonna play with my tits while you were in me.” clark closes his eyes and stops moving for just a moment, groaning like he was moments from finish.

“yes, ma’am, i did, and you know i keep my promises,” he replies, leaning down to hook his arms under yours and pull you up so your back is flush with his chest. clark’s hands come around your front to start cupping your breasts and toying with your nipples again. he starts thrusting again, deep and fast.

clark is punching little sounds from your throat and groaning into your ear,”you’re all big and bad until i get in you, aren’t you, baby? teasing me, using my good manners to toy with me, making me wait to taste you until i’ve begged. then i get inside this little pussy of yours and you can’t even think straight. suddenly you don’t remember any of your manners. you’re so lucky i was raised right and i believe in waiting my turn or i would have filled you up already. but, since i’m such a gentleman, you’re gonna come first, just like this.”

and you do, come. squeezing in hard pulses around clark where the head of his cock is tapping your g-spot with every thrust. you go limp in clark’s arms, head lolled back where clark can press sweet kisses to your lips while he finishes inside of you.

when you’ve both caught your breath, clark pulls out which makes you gasp again. “sorry, sweetheart, i’ll be right back,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple before darting into the bathroom.

clark, sweet, well-mannered, raised right, kent, comes back with a warm washcloth tending to the now swollen space between your legs. you gasp again as he “accidentally” presses a little harder when he moves the cloth against your clit. you bat him away after a moment citing “we both need a shower”.

your polite, gentle country boy helps you into the shower, washes you up with your favorite soap, and is even careful to not get your hair wet because he’s memorized your hair washing schedule and knows it’s only day 2. he wraps you up in a towel before drying himself off haphazardly, missing most of his back, and gets you into bed before disappearing to the kitchen to make the snack plate he always makes after sex.

clark comes back to bed, snack plate in one hand, your (now full) water bottle in the other, and plops down beside you.

“hey,” clark finds your eyes as you’re making a cracker and cheese sandwich from the snack plate,”thank you for that,” he says. his words tug at your heart. you reach up and cup his jaw,”you’re so good to me, clark. you don’t have to thank me for that.”

clark nods,”i want to. you’re something to be thankful for.”