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[maikorian]

ARGUMENTS    -      CLARK KENT

summary: when arguments arise, the last thing Clark expects to see is you flinching at his voice.

warning: arguing, lil angst, fluff, reader sensitive to loud noises

authors note: omg thank you guys for 500 followers?? I seriously did not expect it but im so grateful to you guys ❤️❤️❤️also ty for @icybarness for giving the fic idea, pls check out her fic cause its rlly good!

word count: 2.7k

Clark is quiet, eerily so. No rambling of how his day went or Star wars. He doesn’t speak a single word. The air is tense, only the background noise coming from the TV filling the silence.

He’s standing in the kitchen with his back towards you, silently washing the dirty dishes in the sink, looking like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. The white button up clings to his body, the sleeves messily rolled up to his elbows. Clark won’t admit it out loud but he’s dead tired and still kinda hungry despite the hefty dinner you’ve put all your energy into making for him.

To say that today was an exhausting day is an understatement. It was one thing right after the other. The kaiju attack, being late to work again, another kaiju attack that led to him getting tossed around more than he’d like. And the final cherry on the cake? Lex Luthor doing another smear campaign in an attempt to take down Superman.

Being here at home calmed his nerves. The sound of your voice, the smell of your cooking, all of it. The stress melted off his bones the moment he took a single step inside the apartment. Though, some parts of that stress still clung to his skin like a nasty parasite. He couldn’t shake it off like normal this time. This time it was bad. And that’s the last thing he wanted you to know.

Unfortunately for him, you know Clark better than he knows himself sometimes. You saw the tension in his shoulders when he walked through the door. You heard how heavy he set down his leather messenger bag next to the door. It didn’t take a genius for you to know that something was wrong. He was frustrated, angry, tired and he wasn’t going to be saying a damn word about it until you tore it out of him.

You calmly walked towards him, your hand brushing along his back. “Clark… you okay, hun? You seem a little off today.” You softly asked, hoping that Clark would tell you. He doesn’t. It takes a second for your voice to register in his ears. “Hm? Oh, yeah, m’good. Today was uh… meh.” Clark mumbled, his gaze not meeting your eyes. His response is short and barely legible.

Your hands move to cover his and pull him away from the sink. Using a nearby hand towel, you wiped away the water that soaked his hands. Your touch is gentle and slow. Your breath hitched when you see the state of his knuckles. They're bruised. It takes a lot to bruise the man of steel. The sun is down and it'll take a while for him to heal fully. “Your hands–” Clark pulls away before you can finish your sentence.

“It's just a scratch. I'm fine.”

“Clark–”

“Y/N, please.”

You freeze for a second. The tension in the room is brewing. You and Clark rarely argue, you have a feeling that tonight might be the exception. “It's not just your hands, isn't it?” You exclaimed, judging by the way he's acting, you're not wrong. “Please, tell me the truth, Clark. You don't have to lie to me.” You pleaded.

Clark's lips turn into a fine line. He doesn't speak, he turns his back towards you again and lets out a hefty sight. “I'm not lying, I said that I'm fine.” Clark firmly spoke as he rested his hands on his hips. Oh yeah, definitely a fight is starting. “I saw the news, Clark. I'm not blind. I'm only worried about you.” Clark instantly groaned at the mention of the news. That damned footage of his getting his ass beat during the second kaiju fight. In his defense, he was tired.

“Oh god not that.” Clark groaned in annoyance. “Look, I managed to beat the kaiju not once but twice. I dealt with Luthor fine as well. There's nothing to worry about.”

“I'm not worried if you won or not–”

“Why wouldn't you be worried about that?” Clark shot back. The stress of the day was starting to bubble over. It clouded his vision.

“Because I'm more focused on if you're alive or not!” You argued, taking a step closer to him. “Why should I be more focused if my boyfriend won the fight or not against some giant kaiju when he looks like he got tossed around like a ragdoll in the middle of Metropolis?!” 

“That thing did not do that to me at all.” The kaiju did in fact do that to him. Several times.

You let out an annoyed huff. “Oh my god– Why can't you just tell me if you're hurt or not Clark? I- Is it an ego thing o-or–”

“It's not an ego thing!” Clark huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His glasses still resting on his face. It was already starting to give him a headache at this point. The plastic frames digging into his own skin. “I can handle myself just fine.” Clark firmly spoke as he finally turns around to face you. You stare at him, clearly seeing through the bullshit ‘I'm okay!’ facade he has on right now. It’s absolutely infuriating.

You take in a deep breath to calm your nerves. “I'm worried about you, Clark. You need to rest. You've been pushing yourself these past few weeks. You've barely gotten any sleep. Maybe you should take a step back for a bit–” Clark instantly cuts you off with a scoff that even he doesn't realize he did.

“Take a step back? You know I can't do that. I- I have a responsibility to them. To the people. I have the powers to keep people safe and I'm going to do exactly that.”

“And what about yourself? You owe your body to take a break! The longer this goes on the faster you'll burn out. Can't you see that!” You cried out. You didn't want to see Clark burn up like the sun. He needed to understand that even he himself needed to rest. And you were doing your damn best to make sure he saw it as well. “Clark, please rest. Even if its just for tonight–”

“I don't need to take a damn rest Y/N!”  Clark shouted before he could even stop himself. He’s never raised his voice at you before. It’s not even a shout really. More like a firm loud statement that sent the message horribly wrong. But the damage was already done.

The apartment shook a little from how loud his voice boomed out. Your body instinctively flinches from the sudden noise, arms raised ever so slightly in front of your body. A still silence flooded the room. Neither of you say anything. Clark’s expression matched yours somewhat. Eyes wide with disbelief. Though for you, there was another layer. He’s seen that reaction before in other people. Dilated pupils, trembling hands, shaky breaths.

Fear.

You're scared.

He scared you.

Clark takes a step forward, his hand reaching out to you, “Y/N, I–” You instinctively back away from his touch. That’s a big enough sign for Clark to back off. “I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you I swear. Please, I didn't mean it.” Clark speaks, his voice barely above a whisper as if to make up for what he had done. Its hard for you to listen to what Clark is saying when your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest. You might think that it would actually burst out of you.

And then you felt it. That ugly feeling that scratches at your throat when you're about to cry.

Clark freezes at the sight of the thin layer of tears that are already welling up in your eyes. The first tear drop falls before you can even stop it. No, no, no, no this is all going horribly wrong. Clark never meant to make you cry. He would never dare do that to you. Not you. And yet he did. The guilt twists his chest like a piercing hot knife. Usually Clark is prepared for a lot of things but this? He doesn't know what to do. His hands are frozen at his side.

He's only a few feet away from you but it feels like he's miles away. “I- I need to go.” You sputter out, covering your face with your hands to hide the tears ready to spill. You're the one to take the first move. You're the one who takes backwards steps until you're out of the kitchen. You don't wait for Clark's response as you head towards the shared bedroom. He can hear the faint sound of the door closing echoing in the apartment.

Clark gives you your space that you need. He doesn't rush to the door like a maniac begging to be let in. He lets the consequences of his actions hit him in full force. He did this. He scared you and the guilt is eating him alive. Walking over to the couch, Clark sits down with a tired sigh, leaning back on the cushions. His fingers running through his messed up hair.

Darn it he screwed up big time.

-

The door slams behind you and you sink down to the floor. You don’t know what happened. Well, you kinda do, it's just that you never expected yourself to react that way. Dealing with strong noises wasn’t exactly your forte. You have your head in your hands as the tears dribble down your face.

The hardwood floors dig into your skin the longer you stay frozen in your spot. You can feel the sound of blood rushing to your ears, trying to block out your own senses. It’s overwhelmingly difficult to breathe. You could choke on it if you try. There’s this tingling feeling under your skin. Maybe it’s the adrenaline that’s causing that buzzing sensation.

You lean back on the door, the wood providing a cooling sensation to your skin. It keeps you grounded to reality.

Your body stays stuck in your current position for god knows how long. The quiet stillness in the air allowing your mind to repeat everything that went wrong tonight. Arguments are rare, but they still happen, albeit never this bad. Most of the time you and Clark manage to sort things out by the end of the night. You still end up sleeping in the same bed and holding each other tight.

This is different.

Time ticks by faster than you expect it. Seconds to minutes and minutes to hours. You didn’t even realize that you had even fallen asleep until you felt the warm rays of sun bringing warmth to your skin. By then, you’ve fully calmed down from that hectic mindset you were stuck in. Your heart doesn’t feel like it might explode so that’s a good sign.

Your muscles ache when you finally crawl yourself out of the spot you’re in. It’s a horrible position to sleep in but that wasn’t your focus right now. Your footsteps are quiet as you stumble out of the bedroom, still dressed in last night's clothes. It doesn’t take you too long to hear the familiar snoring noise coming from the living room.

Peeking into the room, you easily spot Clark sprawled out on the couch that’s way too small for him to sleep on. His face is smushed into one of the throw pillows and one of his legs is tossed over the couch. Your heart softens at the sight. He’s basically glowing under the rays of sunlight that shines through the windows. He’s like a plant with the way he kinda photosynthesizes in the sun.

Clark doesn’t stir one bit when the couch dips under your weight as you sit down next to his sleeping body. Nor does he wake when you push back some of the strands of curly hair that cover his face.

It isn’t until you’re softly whispering his name does Clark finally wake up. “Clark, wake up.” Your hand gently shakes him a little. Clark groans softly, burying his head deeper in the pillow. “Five minutes…” He mumbles, completely unaware of the fact that you’re not in the bedroom anymore but by his side. He opens his eyes ever so slightly, trying to gather his surroundings after being roused from his half decent rest as the sunlight burns his eyes.

“Sweetheart?” Clark croaks out.

“Yeah?”

“...”

“OH! You’re awake–” Your eyes widen when Clark basically scrambles from his spot on the couch and accidentally lands on the floor with a loud thud.  The wood groaning under his weight. A soft groan of pain escaping his lips. You barely had enough time to get up and avoid getting pulled down with him. “Are you okay?!” You exclaimed, bending down to his level to make sure he didn’t hit his head. Your eyes scanning his form quickly.

“No– Wait, yes– I’m… I’m good.” Clark mumbled, scratching the back of his head shyly. He slowly gets up from where he fell, a tint of pink in his cheeks from embarrassment. When he lifts his head to meet your gaze, there’s this look of guilt written all over him. You two are awkwardly sitting on the floor together, unsure of what to say to even start the conversation.

“Look– About last night, I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you. Not when you were just worried about me.” Clark sighed, leaning back on the couch. “You didn't deserve that. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. That's my fault. I… I scared you and I'm sorry.” Clark quietly apologized, his hand hesitantly reached out to yours, half expecting for you to pull away only to be pleasantly surprised when your warm hands grasp his.

Your fingers brush along his knuckles that were still somewhat scratched up from yesterday's fight with the kaiju. “I wasn't scared of you, Clark. I never was and never will be scared of you.” You reassured, lifting his knuckles to your lips. “I just got a little startled. That's all. You know how jumpy I can get sometimes.” You sighed. “I shouldn't have ran off. I know. I just… needed some time to process everything.”

There's this weight that immediately lifts off of Clark's chest from your words. The guilt he harbored in his heart dissipating bit by bit. “Oh… so you weren't scared of me?” You shake your head at this. “No, I wasn't. Not at all. Just startled, that's all.” You assured, sparing him a sweet smile as you squeezed his hand.

Clark melts back into the couch, his fingers running through his hair and massaging the bridge of his nose. The glasses now long gone from his face, scattered somewhere in the room. “Thank God for that. I was so worried that you were scared of me or something. I wanted to check on you but I didn’t want to force you and make you uncomfortable.” Clark mumbled, his words a little incoherent.

“You? Make me uncomfortable? That’s impossible.” You huffed, settling into Clark’s side as you laid your head on his shoulder. His arm moving to wrap around your waist, fiddling the hem of your shirt mindlessly. “I know you have this responsibility as Superman to protect and save everyone, but you have to think of yourself as well Clark.”

“I don’t wanna see you run yourself to the ground. You’re important too, Clark.” You tuck your head into his chest, the soft thumping of his heart resonating in his chest. His gaze softens at the sight. It doesn’t take much to see the concern lingering in your gaze. Something that he was too blind to see last night. A mistake that he promises he won’t repeat again.

“I’ll try to take things easy, sweetheart. I promise.” Clark mumbled, pressing a sweet kiss on the crown of your head.

He holds you in his strong arms. Warm and protecting. Nothing in the world could disrupt the bliss you’re feeling. Until that is you hear the loud grumbling from Clark’s stomach.

“Take out and cuddles?”

Clark is already picking you up from the floor and heading towards the bedroom with a sheepish grin on his face. “Yeah, take out and cuddles.” That's how you two ended up cuddled up in bed and eating breakfast in bed.

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FRUSTRATED BUT IN A BETTER WAY      -      CLARK KENT

summary: you wanted to see what would it take to make clark finally snap. you find out in the best way possible.

warning: SMUT! MDNI! 18+ p in v, size kink, no protection(pls wrap before you tap), slight power play, public sex, fingering, breeding kink, overstimulation

authors note: i have no words for what i have written... anyway requests are open!

word count: 2.5k

You blame your own curiosity for getting you into this situation.

It's hard not to notice how patient a man like Clark is. He doesn't yell when some random guy on the street spills his coffee over Clark's dress shirt. He doesn't huff when the train ends up being 15 minutes late. The man doesn't even get mad when an intern accidentally ruins his notepad that he uses for work. The amount of patience he has intrigues you. And being his girlfriend, you decided to challenge it.

Not in the way where you'd get him mad to the point he'll shout at you. Clark would rather hang himself than raise his voice at you. No, you want to see him get sexually frustrated. Clark is patient and kind both in and out of bed. You wanted to change that even if it's only for one night.

You started off slow. Wearing tighter clothes to work in Clark's favorite colours. A blue or red blouse. Unbuttoning it low enough that Clark could see the top bit of your lacey bra when you bent down. Tall heels that push your ass up just right. Clark noticed all of it but he didn't say a word. He just pushes up his glasses and clears his throat, doing his best to focus on the work in front of him. Trying to ignore the way his heart was about to burst out of his chest and the blood rushing down his pants.

To add to his growing frustration, you got more touchy both in and out of the house. At home, you leave lingering hot kisses and feel him up. At work? You rile him up until he's teetering on the edge before excusing yourself by saying that ‘something came up’. You can see that it's slowly getting to Clark. His restraint growing more lax. His shoulders getting tenser as time passes by. You weren't the only one to notice this.

Clark was like a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.

That's what led to Jimmy dragging the entire group to get drunk at this new club to loosen up. This wasn't part of your meticulously made plan but you couldn't pass off the chance to piss off Clark even more. Lois and Cat got wasted the moment they stepped into the club – buying drinks and dancing like the world is about to end – Jimmy following them not too long after. All five of you were shoved in this tiny booth at the back with a round of empty drinks scattered across the table. 

The conversation is relaxed and casual. Even you got a little tipsy from the drinks Lois shoved in your hands earlier.

Clark sat on the outer corner of the booth, your body leaning on his as you sipped on your drink. He was nursing his own drink, downing his second bear of the night. It's not like he could get drunk anyways. You're listening to Jimmy rambling about some girl he met a few days ago and how she won't leave him alone. Typical day for Jimmy Olsen.

It was all going smoothly until you had to go to the bathroom. Your ass ‘unintentionally’ brushing against his crotch when you crawled out of the booth. Locking eyes with him and shooting him that teasing grin. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You've jokingly teased Clark before by calling him twinkle toes because of how light his footsteps were. Despite his size, his footsteps are near dead silent. So when you're walking through a crowded bar to find the bathroom, its no surprise that you don't notice Clark walking from behind you. The pounding music hiding the sound of his steps. The flashing lights making it almost impossible for you to notice his shadow. You do however notice him when his warm hand wraps around your upper arm and drags you into the dark hallway at the back of the club.

Now, he has you pinned up against the wall with one hand squishing your cheeks together and the other slipping under the hem of your dress before you can even stop him. “C-Clark? What the hell are you doing!” You whispered in confusion, not expecting him to do something risky like this. He cuts off your train of thought with a harsh kiss and instantly you melt under his touch. It's not the typical kisses Clark does.

This one has you gasping for air and whining for more. And God do you love it.

Clarks tongue slip between your lips when you whine from the roughness. Kissing you with so much force that you go a little light headed. You can still taste that lingering fizz of beer on his tongue. He doesn't let you move away like you've been doing to him for the past week. He drinks up every drop of your saliva, relishing that fruity taste of your earlier drink. Every time you pull away he simply pushes harder up against the wall, trapping you in place.

His grip on you is tight while his fingers trail up your inner thighs, feeling up your soft skin. The moment he brushes past the soaked lace of your panties, he's pulling them to the side and rubbing his thick fingers along your wet slit. The rough pad of his thumb toying with your clit. It takes everything in you not to moan his name for everyone to hear. The fact that he's not even drunk is even better. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

“God, you're soaked for me.” Clark groaned, teasing your aching hole. The teasing doesn't last long before his thick fingers are tugging your panties down till they drop to your ankles and plunging deep inside your cunt. “Mnh! Ah- Clarkkk~” You whimpered as Clarks fingers delved deeper into your warm heat. He's barely touched you and you're already soaked. “Keep it down, sweetheart. Can't let anyone see what I'm doing to this sweet little pussy of yours.” Clark whispers into your ear. The low gravely tone of his words sending shivers down your spine.

Your fingers are desperately clutching onto the sleeve of his shirt. Every pump of his fingers lets out this loud squelching sound from your dripping cunt. It's filthy and definitely not something you should be doing at some club. “Clark– We shouldn't- Nh!” Your thighs are clenching tightly around his wrist, trying to slow down his movements but that doesn't deter Clark one bit. He could tear steel without any trouble, a little resistance from your pretty thighs won't stop him at all.

Clark clicks his tongue in annoyance, his fingers thrusting in deeper to loosen you up. Your eyes rolling back when he curls his fingers on that one spot. “You keep sayin’ that but we both know you're lyin’.” Clark grumbled, pulling out his fingers ever so slowly to observe the slick that coated it. It's glistening under the dim lights of the club. It's an addicting sight for sure. You're only granted a split second to take a breath of fresh air before Clark is diving right back in. Clark knows exactly what to do with his fingers. He knows what spots to hit and when to curl his fingers to tear out the maximum amount of pleasure from you.

You're helplessly bucking into his fingers. Each sensitive point he hits has your hips jerking forward. “Is someone a little overstimulated? Can't take a little payback?” The reaction Clark had on you was devastating. “m-m'sorry! s-slow-” Your squealed, only to be muffled by his kisses. “Sorry? sorry for what, hm? Sorry for acting like such a tease?” Clark cooed.

Clark knew what you wanted the second you came into work wearing that outfit. What you wanted from him. What you wanted him to do to you. “All you had to do was ask, baby. Would've given ya’ everythin’ you wanted.” You're met with another finger being stuffed into your hole. Your cunt fluttering around his thick fingers, imagining it was his cock instead fucking you instead. “But no, you just kept pushin’ your luck. Is this what you wanted? My attention?” Clark says it in the most condescending tone that you think he's on red kryptonite.

You're already a whimpering mess from his fingers alone. Your legs are trembling from the sheer intensity. The droplets of your wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. He loosens his grip on your cheeks, shifting down to your hips to keep you up and stable. “Should teach you some manners. Teach you how to say thank you.” Thrust. “More.” Thrust. “Please.”

Clark has you scrambling to hold onto him as he fucks you into an orgasm. Every thrust of his fingers emphasizing every word he speaks. You can feel that tightness forming in the pit of your stomach. You're biting down hard on your lip trying to contain your noises. The last thing you wanted is to get caught with Clark's fingers knuckle deep in your cunt at the back of a club.

You're close. Unbelievably so. It's on the tip of your tongue. You're ready to let yourself crumble in Clark's arms and leave yourself a shaking mess. That's when Clark pulls away. It leaves you empty and hanging on an unreached high.

Your eyes snap open when you feel Clark's fingers roughly pulling itself out of your aching cunt. Was this his version payback? “N-No, wait Clark. P-Put it back in. I need it.” You begged, shifting your hips closer to him. You were too busy in your head that you didn't even hear the distant sounds of him fumbling with his belt until you feel the tip of his fat cock nudging your folds.

His cock slides in like you were made to him, burying himself to the hilt. Your tight walls suck him in deeper as he pushes himself deeper. “Jesus Christ sweetheart–” Clark cursed out, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “That's it. You're takin’ me real good. Atta girl.” Clark praised, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving hickeys of all shades as he fucks your hard up against the wall.

Clark doesn't waste any time. The pace of his thrusts following the distant thumping music of the club. You're babbling his name loudly, too lost in the pleasure to focus on keeping quiet. “M-More! Clark~ I want more please.” You slurred. He lifts you up in the air with one arm, tossing your legs over his broad shoulders until he has you in a mating press.

“m'gonna give you more, sweetheart. Jus’ keep being good like this and I'm gonna give you everythin’ you want.” Clark breathed out, he can feel the way the tip of his cock is nudging your cervix. Every single vein on his cock pressing against your tight walls. The snap of his hips is rough and messy. He's battering your insides without a care in the world.

He grinds his hips down with every thrust. Reminding you exactly what you did to deserve such roughness. The sound of skin on skin echoes softly in the dark hallway. The stacks of crates and boxes covering you and Clark in the darkness, hiding the filth going on. He's turning you into a complete mess. A creamy ring forming around the base of his cock every time he pushes in.

Your nails run down his back, tugging at the fabric of his shirt. The feeling of it alone has Clark moving his hips even faster. You're clenching around him so hard that Clark might actually lose his mind. His eyes glaze over the way your tits bounce with every thrust. They nearly pop out of the bra, the lace and fabric barely holding it together. 

“fuck– mhn– nhmm– y'so big~ c-can't fit anymore.” You whined, pawing at his chest. “you can take it, sweetheart. you always do.” Clark panted, pressing your legs higher as he reached deeper into your sopping cunt. You're both moaning messes in each other's arms. Teeth and tongue clashing in between kisses. Your lipstick smeared across Clarks cheeks.

The tip of his cock smushes up on your cervix. Every pump of his hips allowing him to inch deeper. The slow pull and drag of his hips driving both of you insane. Clark's pace grows sloppy, strong and uncontrollable. His glasses are fogged up ever so slightly and sliding down his nose. “fuck– y'so pretty like this. can't wait to fill you up until you're filled with me. and you're gonna take every single drop.” Clark grinned, his eyes flickering down to the way your cunt is beautifully drooling around him.

That tight flash of heat was steadily growing in the pit of your stomach. It's burning through you like butter. He's hitting that fuzzy point in you that has your head spinning in circles. “m'close– m'so fuckin’ close. Please– wanna cum so bad. I'll be really good f'you. Just wanna cum.” You sobbed, tears dripping down your cheeks freely.

It should be wrong how hot Clark got when he saw you crying your pretty little eyes out. The grin on his face widening. “Aww, poor lil’ baby crying already?” Clark taunted as he's fucking you dumb. “Don't worry, I'll let you cum all you want as long as you stay like this.” Clark chuckled, ramming hips against you harder, making sure that your pussy remembers every vein and inch of his cock.

Before you know it, that tight heat is unraveling and so are you. Clark doesn't give you any warning when he presses into a certain part of you. All you get is flashes of white before you're gushing all over his fingers. Clark's hand shifts to the back of your head, softening the blow when you tilt your head backwards. Your lips are slightly parted as you panted softly, eyes rolled back in pleasure. The delayed orgasm now hitting you like a tsunami.

Clark isn't too far behind. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. Teeth digging into your skin and leaving its mark as he pumps ropes of his cum into your waiting womb, filling you up to the brim until it's spilling out. Another reason to fuck you again. Your body feels warm and fuzzy. Everything is static around you.

“Golly, look at that sweetheart. You're a mess.” Clark whispered, planting a sweet kiss to your sweaty forehead. It's amazing how he switches from being a menace to an absolute darling. His eyes basically sparkle when he pulls his cock out of your cunt a few inches before pressing back in, licking his lips in desire. The thick droplets of cum staining your dress as it dribbles down your cunt.

Clark gently loosens his hold on you, watching as your trembling legs make contact with the ground. The music continues to pound throughout the air, clubbers unaware of what just went down in the darkest hallway. Your legs give out from you and Clark is quick to catch you, leaning your body on his.

“Don't think m'done with you yet, sweetheart. Still gotta punish you for all that teasing yesterday.” Clark whispers into your ear.

It'll be a miracle if you're still able to walk properly tomorrow.

[maikorian]

NO MORE GLASSES - CLARK KENT

summary: glasses certainly can change a person’s looks, you didn’t think that it would be that different when it came to clark. Now you’ve got a naked superman in your bed.

Warning: SMUT! MDNI! 18+ p in v, size kink, no protection(pls wrap before you tap), slight power play, praise kink, fingering, breeding kink, belly bulge, overstimulation

authors note: due to popular demand i decided to make a second part! Anyone who asked for the second part is automatically tagged so it’d be easier for you guys to find it ♥️enjoyyyy! click here to see the first part of glasses!

word count: 4.6k

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To say that the mood is ruined is an understatement. It’s more than ruined. It’s awkward. Which is weird because you’ve never really had an awkward moment in the middle of sex with Clark.

Then again you never expected your hot, wonderful, darling coworker slash boyfriend to be The Superman. You’re sitting on the opposite side of the bed, the sheets bundled up to cover your naked form. Your back resting on the wooden headboard while Clark sits near the end of the bed. The silence is thick and almost suffocating.

Clark’s glasses are somewhere in the room. Neither of you know where it is and you kinda don’t want to. Partly because you’re still recovering from the fact that your boyfriend is fucking Superman. But also because you’re getting the chance to look at Clark without his glasses on. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find him attractive without the glasses.

God, why did he have to look like a man that was shaped by the Greek gods themselves?

“How long were you planning to wait before telling me about… this?” You carefully asked, hugging the sheets closer to your chest. Clark is still naked as well, the other end of the sheets covering his nether regions. He shyly scratches the back of his neck, “I was gonna tell you in a few weeks.” His cheeks were a soft tint of pink. Embarrassed at his own statement.

It took a minute for your brain to process it all. You’ve been dating Clark for nearly a year now. If he planned to tell you in a few weeks…

“You were gonna tell me on our anniversary?” Clark sheepishly nodded his head, confirming your theory. He lifts his head to meet your eyes, a worried expression on his face. “Are you mad about that?” Your eyes widened. Did he think you were mad that he was hiding this from you? You quickly sat up from the headboard. “M-Mad? Wha– I’m not mad! I mean it’s a big secret thingy so I can’t really be mad that you hid this.”

You let a soft puff of air, burying your head in your hands. Out of all the times this had to happen, of course it’s when you’re about to get dicked down. Talk about cock blocking yourself.

Clark lets out a sigh of relief. At least you’re not mad at him. That’s all that matters to him. He’d rather deal with Luthor throwing whatever crap at him than you being upset. “That’s great news. At least this saves me the whole speech I’ve been planning out in my head.” Clark exclaims. His shoulders dropping down in ease. You raise your brows at him, “You’ve been planning out a speech to tell me that you’re Superman?” You snickered.

“I wanted it to be perfect. Our anniversary. The announcement. Everything.” Clark smiled softly, fiddling with his fingers nervously. That’s one box ticked off. It’s hard to pretend to be mad at Clark when he had such an adorable expression on his face. Curly hair falling over his face perfectly, pink tinted cheeks and a dorky smile.

You reached out to gently grasp Clark's hand. “Anything you would’ve done would be perfect to me. I love you and anything that you do for me.” You reassured, giving him a light squeeze. The tense air disappeared into nothing and left a sense of lightness. The guilt Clark had in his heart for not telling you about his secret identity is gone.

And then you started remembering all the things you’ve said about Superman both on and off work when Clark was around.

Oh hell no.

All those memories hit you like a random main character getting hit by a truck and end up being transported to another world. “I can’t believe this! I swear the world is playing a mean trick on me!” You groaned, pulling away from Clark and flopping onto the bed. The sheets pulled up to cover yourself out of sheer embarrassment.

“Why couldn’t you have told me sooner Clark! You heard all the stuff I said about Superman– about you!” You whined, wrapping the sheets tightly around you and wishing that you could disappear into the darkness. It’s like a bad memory that haunts you. Clark laughed at your reaction. “Aww, is somebody embarrassed cause they got caught bad-mouthing their boyfriend?”

You shot a weak glare at him, “I didn’t know it was you! Not my fault at all. I plead innocent.” You grumbled, burying your head deeper in the pillows. It’s not that you always talked bad about Superman. Sure, you’ve ranted to Clark from time to time how you wished Superman would avoid destroying another subway line (he tried and failed miserably) or how you wished he handled certain fights differently but it’s the things you’ve said to Lois and Cat that really haunt you.

How super is superman in bed?

What’s underneath those tights?

Would I spread my legs for that guy? Yes–

Every word you’ve spoken about Superman is replaying itself in your head. This is the worst moment in your life. You unknowingly voiced out the things you’d do to Superman AKA Clark in bed. And those two traitors – even if they didn’t know it – let you continue to talk about those things while Clark sat right next to you on his desk listening to everything.

This is what you get for being a blabber mouth. You should’ve known this was going to bite you in the ass someday.

It was only supposed to be a silly stupid crush. Those types of crushes you get on a celebrity. It's Superman after all. Almost everyone in the city adores that guy. Even Lex Luthor– no matter how much he denies it, the tension between them is too out there. “I want to erase my memory. Please kill me right now.” You whined.

Clark's low chuckle echoed throughout the room. He plucked his glasses that were off the ground, holding them in his hands. “No, please go on. It's quite flattering to hear all those things about me from you. Though, you've got quite the dirty mouth there miss.” Clark grinned, moving over so he was sitting next to you. You pouted at his teasing, snatching the glasses from him.

“Hmph, very funny.” You mumbled, unfortunately you couldn't hide the way your heart started racing when he came closer. “How did you even do it? You and Superman look like two entirely different people.” You held up the glasses above your head, staring into the lenses. Nothing seemed off visually, it just looked like a normal pair of glasses.

You held it up to Clark's face. Lifting it up and down to see what made him look so different.

“The glasses do half the work. They're called hypno glasses. When I wear these, it alters people's perception of me. They won't see Superman when I wear this, they see Clark Kent instead.” Clark muttered, watching with a soft gaze as you fiddled with the glasses curiously. “My attitude, clothes and hair finishes the job. So far no one's gotten suspicious of me. Not even Lois or Jimmy.” You hummed in acknowledgement at the new info.

A thought suddenly popped in your head. “I should sue you for catfishing me. You look like two different people with these glasses. You hypnotized me too, I don't think that's legal at all. You are a serial catfisher that deserves to be locked up for life.” You joked, earning a huff of laughter from Clark. “Oh yeah? My sweet little thing wants to sue me? Now don't be like that sweetheart. I'm still your same old Clarkie.” He mumbled with a relaxed smile, his fingers brushing aside the loose pieces of hair that covered your face.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.” You shot back. Clark raised his eyebrows, he had a sneaking feeling that he knew what you wanted. “Prove it? I think I can do that.” You yelped as Clark easily pulled you onto his lap. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing to him. His arms loosely wrapped around your hips and he leaned closer to you.

His lips teasingly grazed your neck. “Why don't I show you the difference between Clark Kent and Superman then?” Clark's words sent shivers down your spine. His hand rested on your lower back, teasingly shifting a tad bit lower.

“It'll also answer one of your questions about me.”

“O-One of my questions?” You sputtered out.

You recognized that hungry look behind Clark's gaze. You've seen it plenty enough times to know that he planned to ruin you tonight. “You said you wanted to know how super Superman is in bed. I’m here to show it.” Before you can stop him, Clark easily maneuvers your body like you're nothing but a mere plaything. Your back is pressed flush on the mattress, his hand pinning both your hands above your head and your legs thrown over his shoulder. Allowing Clark to gain the upper hand completely and tower over you.

“Sit back and relax sweetheart. I'll give you everything ya’ need.” His hands trailed down to the sheets that covered your lower off. A simple harsh tug on it was enough for it to be taken off your body, exposing yourself to the cool night air. Goosebumps formed along your skin as Clark traced invisible shapes on your inner thigh. His fingers grazing your soaked core.

Your body instinctively tried to close your legs but it was hard to do so with it being on his shoulders. You couldn't hide your body from him at all. Clark chuckled at your reaction. “Ah ah ah, c’mon no hiding from me miss. Wanna see every inch of you.” You whined when the tips of his fingers teasing your entrance. You were still sensitive from him eating you out like a man starved earlier.

“N-Nh, Clark~ Put it in.” You bucked your hips upwards, trying to get to him but Clark held you down. His hand pressing down on your lower abdomen. “Settle down, baby. Jus’ need to stretch you out a little more.” Clark grinned at your eagerness. If he could he'd dive right on in.

He gathered your slickness on his fingers. The thin liquid dripping down his thick long fingers. A clear evidence of your need for him. “Gosh, you're soaked.” He chuckled, pinching your sensitive nub and causing you to jump in surprise. “So jumpy…” Clark spread open your wet folds, licking his lips at the sight in front of him.

You squealed when his fingers dipped inside the warmth of your body. The remnants of your previous orgasm spilling out of you. “Nh! Fuhh-” Even with his fingers, he was stretching you out like no man could. How many fingers was he using? Two? One? You couldn't tell. Not with how deep his fingers are reaching in.

Clark went slow and steady. Watching every single twitch of your body as he pumped his thick fingers into your cunt. He could imagine how it'd look with his cum buried deep inside you. He'd save that for later. “That's it, stretch out for me a little more baby.” You weren't sure if he was talking to you or your pussy. Your walls were fluttering around him.

Clark didn't stop there. He began experimentally spreading his fingers wider, scissoring you in smooth motions. Your cries resonated in the room. God you might just cum from this alone. “Hmm, lets see… what about here?” You nearly choked on your own breath from the way his fingers curled right into your sensitive spot. He was pressing right into it.

“O-Oh! Oh fuck– n-not there~” You weakly protested. Clark merely flashed a smug smile. And then he fucking did it again, earning another loud cry from you. Fucking tease that man. “What's wrong sweetheart? Does it feel too good there?” Unbeknownst to you, Clark had used his powers to find your sweetest point. Powers made to do good for the world now being used to fuck his girlfriends pussy.

You weren't given a chance to respond before Clark started off a quick and harsh pace. His fingers plunging deep inside you. Each finger hitting a sweet spot that had you spiralling. He hadn't even used that monster between his legs to show you the clear difference between him and Superman. This alone was clear enough.

Clark leaned closer to pull you into a hot and messy kiss. His fingers not stopping to rest for a second. Swallowing every single moan that slipped from your precious lips. His tongue won dominance over yours. It's a feisty battle. One that you know you'll lose but try to fight anyway. His grip on your wrists grew tighter, not letting you squirm away from his fingers.

“C’mon, let go f’me baby. I know you want it. Can tell from how tight you're clenching around me.” Clark breathed out, his kisses trailing down to your cheek and neck. Leaving love bites that would last for days to come. Thank God you stocked up on concealer. This man is a menace when it comes to leaving marks on you. It's always the quiet ones.

However you didn't need to hear him twice. Your back arched against the mattress. That string out string in your core growing tighter and tighter. “C-Clark, Clark!” You squealed, digging the heel of your foot into his back, gasping loudly when the string snapped. Eyes rolling back in delight as you felt pleasure rushing through your veins. A silent moan leaving your mouth in an ‘O’ shape.

Clark watched with glee as you made a mess all over his fingers. He was already getting excited just watching you cum like this. “Mmh, that's it. Such a mess little thing aren't you baby?” Clark cooed gently. The liquid dripping down and soaked into the ruined sheets. Your thighs trembling from the intensity of it all.

“Christ– How do you do it?” You whimpered, letting out shaky breaths to calm your erratic breathing. Clark sat back down on the bed, pulling his fingers out of your cunt and licking them clean. Your cheeks turning a bright shade of red when he didn't break eye contact. “You want me to demonstrate? We have a mirror right there.” Clark chuckled.

You rolled your eyes at Clark. “Oh shut it you dork.” You grumbled. Clark loosened his hold on you, freeing your wrist from his hold.

“So, does this prove that I'm your same old Clark?”

You hummed softly, fingers brushing along his cheek. “Mmh, I dunno. I still don't believe it.”

Clark huffed, shaking his head at you. You giggled as he easily lifted you up, sliding pillows under your back to angle your hips higher. “If you wanted another round all you had to do is say it.” Now that you're in this position, you're suddenly reminded of what was waiting for you. Your eyes shifting down to his thick length.

Girthy, long with visible veins. The tip slightly curved to the right. Pre-cum already starting to spill out from the top. And good ol’ Midwestern, farm boy, Clark Kent was the one packing all that. A cock that could literally ruin your life. You won't protest to that.

His hands moved down to your hips. Desire clouding his once clear vision. Clark didn't have any plans of stopping at all. “Relax for me, alright sweetheart? Don't wanna break you too much.” Clark pulled your hips closer, lining himself with your entrance. The tip grazed your wet folds, coating himself with it as his own personal lube.

No matter how many times you did it, Clark always managed to make it feel like the first time.

Your fingers clawed at the mattress as Clark nudged his hips forward. Slowly but surely pushing the tip of his cock inside. “F-Fuck! Clark– I can't–” You sputtered out mindlessly. Your hips tried to buck away and Clark easily pulled you back in, pushing his cock even deeper inside your silky walls. “Nuh uh, you can do it baby. You always do. Taking me so well like this.” He cooed, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

It felt like he was pushing the air out of your lungs. You could feel him reaching your throat. He did light thrusts, pulling out ever so slightly before making you take even more of his girthy length. The slow drag and pull of his cock was driving you insane. He's pressing into each and every one of your spots without trying. It's almost unfairly good.

Although Clark wanted to hold back, with the way your slick cunt was sucking him in it was hard to resist the urge to slam right into you. With one hand holding the top of the headboard, Clark slammed his full length into your pussy. His eyes watched the mesmerizing sight of you squirming around on the bed, trying your best to take his cock. “Oh gosh look at you baby. You're gorgeous.” Clark breathlessly praised, watching the way your body sung under him.

Clark had you in the perfect position. Legs draped over his shoulders and thighs pressed to your chest. He took full advantage of this. “Hold on to me, baby. m'gonna make you feel so good i promise.” He whimpered, his thrusts picking up the pace, matching his growing impatience. In and out. The smell of sex filled the room. Everything hot and sticky.

“Clarkkkk~ Ngh- Right there!” You cried out as he fucked you harder. It's absolutely filthy the way Clark is fucking you raw. Your nails ran down his back, leaving long red lines that would be gone by the time you cum. A low guttural groan left Clark at the feeling. His thrusts growing faster and rougher with every line. You're trying to leave your mark on him. It's a fruitless attempt and yet you keep trying.

“Christ- Thats it baby. You're doin’ so good f'me. You like when I act like this? Use you like my pretty little thing?” Clark grunted, the wooden headboard splintering under his tight grip. The wall was banging against the walls, the feet of the bed shifting with every shift of his hips.

His words alone were enough to throw you off the edge. You didn't even realize you were that close. It leaves your legs quivering. Your cum flowed out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as Clark pushed it out with every slam of his hips. The liquid dripping down the sheets and making a whole mess out of you. “Guh– C-Clark- nh-” You whimpered. The sheer intensity of your orgasm almost had you spiralling.

Clark didn't slow down or stop. No, he sped up. “Golly, you feel absolutely amazing. So wet. So warm. All for me.” Every drag of his veins along the tightness of your walls had Clark's eyes rolling back in pleasure. His hand shifted down to your stomach. Admiring the rise and fall of the small bump every time he pushed his cock into your dripping cunt.

Out of sheer curiosity, he gently pressed down on it, earning another cry of his name from you. Your hands instinctively reached down and wrapped around his wrists. “P-Please, m'sensitive down Clarkie.” You sniffled. Clark merely shushed your cries, peppering kisses all your tear stained cheeks. “Shh, shh relax baby. You're too wind up, jus’ tryna make you loosen up.” He muttered, a drunken grin plastered on his face at the feeling of his own cock pressed under his hand.

“Could break you so easily. So small…” Clark rambled softly, picking up the pace of his thrusts. God, he could feel it. He's so close to pumping you full with his cum. You'd look so pretty all stuffed like that. Thick cream dripping down your legs for him to push right back in. His grip on your hips grew tighter, “You'll let me do it, right? Let me cum in right here?” Clark pleaded in that whiney tone of his.

Your brain doesn’t even process his words. Your halfway up into cloud 9. Clark lightly smacks the side of your thigh. Not hard enough to hurt you but enough to snap you back to reality for a split second. “Baby, please- lemme cum inside.” Clark whimpered, rolling his hips deep inside your sopping pussy. You merely respond, “M-Mhm! nh- y-you can do it- please.”. Eyes rolling back as he hits the deepest part of you with the tip of his cock.

Clark buries his face deep in the crook of your neck. Taking in the hypnotic smell of sex on your skin. “I know you're close, baby. Come with me. You can do it. A lil’ push is all you need.” He breathes out, hand slipping in between your body to find your clit. His fingers expertly fiddle with your overstimulated clit. He knows your body too well. He knows what makes you tick or in this case cum.

Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. Soft moans going straight into Clarks ears as you began to shift your hips to match his punching pace. The combination of both his fingers and cock easily push you over the edge. You've already lost track of the amount of times he's made you come all in one night. “Nnh, close- Ah- f-fuck!” You squealed, your cum gushing around his thick cock.

Clark squeezed the fat of your hips tightly, slamming his hips flush to yours so that you'd take every single drop of his cum. “That's it– take it for me baby. Hnn…” Clark gasped, his thrusts stuttering to a stop as the warm ropes of his cum filled your cunt. Clark felt like he was in heaven as his dick softened in your warm cunt. Especially with the way his cum filled you up to the brim.

He held you tight in his arms, not ready to pull away from your warm body. How could he deprive himself of such a luxury? “Perfect f'me, y'know that? Perfect.” Clark mumbled, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

You thought that it was over. That Clark was done and had finally worn himself out. That's what you believed. A foolish thought. Clark isn't easily satisfied with a few rounds.

You felt him manhandling your body so that you were laying flat on your stomach. His large hands pressing down on your lower back to force you to arch your back. “C-Clark? What are you–”

“One more. Please baby. I need it so bad.” Clark whined. The mushroom tip of his cock slotting back into your cunt. “I- I promise, this is the last one. Promise, baby.” Clark slurred. A frustrated Clark is dangerous enough but a pussy drunk Clark Kent slash Superman is devastating. At this point you might as well give your boss a heads up and tell him you're not heading to work. Why? Cause you got dicked down by your boyfriend too hard to the point where you can't walk straight.

You accepted your fate. Your body slumping on the pillows scattered across the bed. “Mmh… m'kay.” You softly uttered. Clark doesn't need to hear anything else before he's sinking his cock deeper into your sopping cunt. A moan is torn out from the back of his throat. His head tipped back in sheer pleasure from the feeling of your pussy around him.

“God– Sweetheart, feel so good around me like this. Love you so much. My pretty sunshine.” He whimpered. His soft curls clinging onto the sweat that thinly covered his skin. Clark towered over your frame with ease. Both hands firmly gripping your hips as he lazily thrusted inside you. There's no doubt you have hand shaped bruises on them.

You're helplessly clawing at the sheets beneath you. Your moans are muffled by the pillow you had your head buried in. His cock is hitting the deepest part of you without even trying. Clark is lazily rolling his hips into you, pulling you back to meet his deep thrusts. The slow drag of his cock allowing you to feel every single vein and inch of him.

Every single neuron in your brain is gone. All you can focus on is the way he's filling you up so good. He's driving his cum deeper into you, making sure that it actually stays where he wants it to be. “Bet you're gonna look so pretty once you're all full. Christ, I can't wait to see it.” Clark grunted, picking up the slow pace of his hips..

His lips move up your back. Peppering wet kisses to pour out each and every bit of his love for you. The sound of skin on skin is filthy. Your neighbors probably hate you by now. The neighborhood too. Its not like you can care when Clark is fucking you this good. His hand gently tips your chin up, angling your face to look up at his.

He leans down and presses a hot kiss to your lips. “Ah- you taste s'good.” You mindlessly babbled, earning a soft chuckle from him. You could feel him smiling against your lips. “That's you, sweetheart. I'm jus’ givin’ you a taste of what you taste like.” Clark mumbled, deepening the kiss as much as he could while keeping up with his intense thrusts.

A thin string of saliva connected you when Clark pulled away. His own cheeks flushed from the messy kisses. “God, you're gonna drive me insane.” He huffed, using the broken headboard to keep himself upright. His eyes glaze over your bent over form, using his x-ray vision to watch the way your walls contract around him. If he could, he'd watch this every single day.

“Look at you. Made you cum so many times and you still want more.” Clark lazily grinned. The two of you were a clear mess and yet neither of you wanted this stop. “Can't help it, you make me feel so good.” You whimpered as his hips snapped forward. He makes sure you feel every inch of his cock going in and out of your weeping cunt. It leaves you a bumbling mess underneath him.

Your orgasms begin to blend together. One turns into two and then two somehow reaches five. You don't remember when it starts or when it ends. Clarks fucked you hard enough to jumble your entire brain. His thick cock pumps you full of cum until you're unbelievably full of him. He doesn't let a single drop go to waste, pushing it back into you with a simple flick of his fingers.

When the sun finally peeks through the sheer curtains, Clark finally pulls out. Although very reluctantly. His body flops down next to yours, arm protectively wrapped around your waist as he keeps his face buried in the nape of your neck. Both of you are breathless, unable to form a single comprehensive thought. Neither of you dare to move from the comfortable position that you're in.

“So, did I answer all your Superman questions?”

“...”

Your silence is an obvious answer.

[maikorian]

you wrote the hottest scene ever and then just ending it on “oh hell” sent me LMAO

hehehehehe im glad you liked it! I kinda got lazy when it came to writing the last bit. I could've either ended it on a light hearted note or write full on smut. wanted to do full length but got tired 😭😭😭

[maikorian]

GLASSES     -      CLARK KENT

summary: you've always wondered why clark never took off his glasses, it's hard to wonder when he's knuckle deep in you.

warning: SMUT! MDNI! 18+ dirty talk, praise kink? fingering, oral (female receiving)

authors note: clearing out my wip :P

word count: 1.3k

You've been dating Clark Kent for the past few months now and it's been great.

Unlike your exes, he's kind, caring, and patient. He always takes care of you in the most subtlest way.  It's endearing and you love him for it. Even in bed he treats you like a god. Worshipping every part of your body and leaving kisses along it like you're a sacred piece of art. And yet there's one question that always seems to linger in the back of your mind.

Why doesn't he take off his glasses?

From the moment you met him till now, you've never seen him take off his glasses. The only times he does he ends up turning his back to you while he cleans them quickly and quietly. Half of the time you don't even notice him taking them off. He's not that blind, right? His glasses don't even look like they have any power behind them so he must be able to see without them.

You've tried to see what he looks like without them. Though it's hard when he's so inhumanely fast. It's like he has super instincts. You tried to do it one random night when the two of you were sleeping in bed together. His face is tucked in the corner of your neck, the plastic frame of his glasses smashed into your skin. Before you could even move your hand, he's already catching you at lighting speed.

You don't attempt to do it again after that. You felt a little guilty when you saw that pouty look on his face. So you dropped the topic. He'll show you when he's ready. Though it probably won't make a difference. He'll still be pretty with or without glasses. Especially when he's down on his knees for you like this.

“F-Fuck! Clark!” You cried out, back arching against the mattress he has you spread out on. Your fingers tangle itself in his messy black hair, tugging harshly on the strands without a care in the world. It's hard to focus when his tongue is forcing out orgasm after orgasm from your poor body. Who would've thought that the goofy, awkward reporter Clark Kent turned out to be the biggest munch you've ever seen.

His fingers are knuckle deep in your cunt while his tongue works on you. The squelching wet sound is downright filthy as it echoes in the bedroom. “Mmh, atta girl. Jus’ like that baby.” Clark mumbled, drunk off the taste of your slick on his tongue. He's eating you out like it's the last meal he'll ever get. “God- such a messy lil’ thing aren't ya?” Clark lowly chuckles. The sound of his deep voice sends another wave of heat down to your core.

Clark doesn't care that you're holding onto his hair so tight that it might come out. In a twisted kind of sense, he sorta likes it. It's a clear sign that he's making you feel good and that's all that matters to him right now. He drinks up every drop of sweetness you have to offer and keeps coming back for seconds. “Oh fucking hell Clark–” You breathed out. Your hair clinging to your sweat slicked skin.

Your body moves on its own, hips shifting away from him. Your eyes can barely focus on the way his hands are pulling you closer to him. Holding you tight so you couldn't run away. “nuh uh, m'not done with you yet baby. still need to make you come one more time before you can take me.” you let out a small whine in protest but Clark pays little attention to it.

“Clark– I- I can't.” You whimpered, your fingers tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. “Yeah you can baby. you always do.” Clark murmurs as he presses kisses on your lower abdomen. “You always do…” Clark whispers before he dives right back in, earning another cry of pleasure from your lips. Every harsh suck of his lips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

His glasses are getting fogged up in the heat of the moment. Clark knew he should've taken them off by now. It's hard to resist the urge with such a beautiful sight laid out right in front of him. You're right there in his bed, wearing one of his old shirts that are too big for you, crying out his name while he eats you out. Its an absolute wet dream for Clark but he can barely see it through his stupid glasses–

You don't notice it but Clark literally flings his glasses off. They land in some random corner of the room. His focus turns back on your soaked cunt, licking up every bit of it eagerly. You're too lost in the haze to notice it. Your legs are wrapped tightly around Clark's thighs and he feels like he's in heaven. His thick fingers curl perfectly to hit your g-spot. Its that spongy spot that leaves you breathless and limp.

“N-Nh! Clark- ngh- honey please!” You squealed as he continues to nudge at that spot. Your hips are trying to buck away from him but Clarks strength over powers yours with ease. His hand placed firmly on your stomach as he pressed down. “That's it, baby. I know you're so close for me. c'mon, all you have to do is let go.” He whispers. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or your cunt. Maybe both but you listen anyway. A sharp cry of his name leaves your lips as your high hits you like a truck.

The neighbors must hate you by now, you don't have the energy to care. Not when you have Clark ‘pussy eating god’ Kent with you.

Clark moans at your name as your tight walls clench around his fingers. You're basically sucking him in. You're shamelessly gushing around him and Clark wouldn't have it any other way. It only leaves him more excited. He can't wait to make you do it again while he's fucking you with his thick cock. “Mmh, that felt so nice for you huh baby? You still with me?” Clark lovingly asks, as if he didn't just blow your mind with his mouth and fingers.

Clark shifts his body so your legs are loosely wrapped around his waist as he towers over you. He lazily pulls off his shirt, leaving him completely bare in front of you. You give him a weak nod, your arm draped over your face as you try to calm yourself back down from your high. “Uh huh…” You weakly whimpered.

Clark lightly slaps your thigh. “No no, say it properly for me baby.”

“nhh…”

“Properly. Say it for me right or else we stop right now.”

That instantly gains your attention as you pout at him. You move your hands from your face and look directly into his eyes. “Yeah, I'm okay.” You mumbled. The smile on Clark's face widens. “Think you can take me now?” Clark sweetly asks, acting as if he wasn't about to split you apart with his cock. Your gaze flickers between his cock and his face. God, do you want him so bad.

“Yes, please.” A soft chuckle falls from Clark's lips. He navigates your legs to rest on his broad shoulders. Ankles loosely hanging over his back. Pillows tucked under your back to support you. “Lay back for me baby. Gotta go real slow for you.” Clark grunted, getting ready to fill you up good. That is until that post release clarity hits you harder than you expected.

He's not wearing his glasses.

No glasses.

“Holy fuck.”

Clark doesn't pick up the shocked expression on your face. He simply flashes that dopey golden retriever smile on his face. “Yeah, baby?” Clark grins, his hands holding your thighs firmly. Things start to click in your head the longer you look at him. Your hands cupping his cheeks so you could process the mental gymnastics your brain is doing. 

“Superman?”

“Oh hell.”

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[maikorian]

HEARTBEAT - CLARK KENT

summary: clark adores the little thing about you, now he'll never get to experience them again.

warning: ANGST, hurt/no comfort, death, blood

authors note: if I have to suffer a painful stomach ache, so do you >:)

word count: 600 ish

It's the little things you do that Clark adores to the ends of the earth.

How your leg starts bouncing when you start getting fed up with something. How your eyes basically light up the room at the sight of the upstairs neighbor's cat crawling around the fire escape. How you start picking at your fingers or bottom lip when you get anxious.

Its the little things that Clark loves but there's one that he loves the most.

The beating of your heart.

It calms him down after a stressful day of being Superman or Clark Kent or both. The sound of your heart is what grounds him back down to earth. You're his home. His heart. The one person who has become his entire world in the matter of seconds when you first met him.

At night, he pulls you close to his chest. Your head tucked under his chin with his arms wrapped firmly around you. You don't know this, but he's listening to your heartbeat while you sleep. It's the last thing he hears when he falls asleep to it. You're his own personal white noise machine.

It's the little things that Clark loves about you that's now gone.

It's all gone. You're gone. The sound of your laughter. That sparkle in your eye. There's nothing left.

It died when you died.

Your corpse laying cold on the pavement. The blood that should be in your body now pouring out onto the cold floor. Your eyes are blankly staring up into the sky. Were you looking up to see if he would come rushing down to your side in your last moments. To see if your Superman would save you?

When the sound of your heart stops, so does Clark's world. He hears it. When he lands the final blow on the kaiju that attacked the city does he hear the slowing of your heart to a halt. The sounds of cheers that fills the air dulls around him. How could he laugh and smile when he knows that he's lost you.

The whole city sees how Supermans face stills. How it doesn't react to any of the noise around him.

All he feels is dread.

They watch how he flies down to a dead body on the ground. They don't know it but it's not just anyone's corpse. It's yours. His arms curl around your body, brushes aside the loose strands of hair that covered your face. The blood on your face coating his skin with red. They can hear how he's pleading for you to wake up again. How he's begging for your heart to give him that little piece of comfort once more.

“please wake up. please please please.” The man of steel cries.

The crowds grow silent as they watch the man who protects their world loses his again. You're too cold in his arms. Too still. And when he doesn't hear the sound of your heart beat again? Clark falls apart. No one dares to approach him. What can you do when a man has just lost the love of his life? What can one do except watch and mourn?

He covers your body with his own. He won't allow the world to see his own failure. How he failed to protect the one person who devoted his entire life to. His hands are now coated with your dried blood. They soak into the fabric of his suit. A reminder of what he had failed to do.

Clark Kent won't get to hear the sound of your heartbeat anymore.

He won't for a long time.

[maikorian]

Helloooo!! Can I request a Clark Kent x reader like a Modern Family AU? No children though hehe 🙃 <333

hii thanks for your request but sadly i don't think i can write it. i'm not really familiar with this au and i need a bit more context of what you'd like me to write. if you still want me to write this out, you can dm privately or request again to give some additional details!

[maikorian]

Can I request a scenario or oneshot of Elaine meeting Krypto and they're the perfect pair? I feel like she matches his chaotic energy well, they'll have fun playing together, and be best of friends.

hiii thanks for the request anon! Here is the fic you requested. Enjoyyyy❤️❤️❤️

[maikorian]

PARTNERS IN CRIME     -      CLARK KENT

summary: after years of the delaying the inveitable, clark finally introduced krypto to his young daughter, elaine. if only you two knew how much trouble they'd cause from the moment they met.

warning: none? mostly fluff, krypto is a cute dog

authors note: holy smokes thank you for 200 followers, i'm working on a few other fics (one of em is smut dw) so i will post them as soon as im done writing them!

word count: 2k

If you knew how much chaos would happen bringing Krypto in the house, you would've doubled back on your decision on this.

You don't mind it when krypto runs around the house and causes a mess. That you can easily clean up. He's a smart enough dog to not break any fragile things like glass or normal humans. Logically, you assumed the same when it came to Elaine, your daughter that just so happened to be a spitting image of Clark. She was a bubbly little thing, always running– well flying around the house even when she was a baby.

You and Clark were somewhat hesitant on letting Krypto meet Elaine. Krypto isn't really your average dog. A normal dog can fly and shoot lasers from your eyes. Neither does it have super strength that could easily take down both Superman and Supergirl just by launching itself at them. Krypto tends to play rough so you become unsure of how'd it go if you introduce the dog to Elaine.

And now you’re in Smallville, Kansas with Elaine taking her afternoon by sleeping comfortably on your lap. She always did like sleeping on you when she got the chance. You were on the porch swing outside, taking in the warm Kansas air. Clark was getting Krypto from the fortress of solitude. It was the only place he could keep him without accidentally destroying an entire part of Metropolis.

Your ears perked up at the sound of a nearby thud. When you lifted your head, you spotted Clark and a familiar looking white dog following from behind him. “Sorry it took me a while, he chased a squirrel on the way here.” Clark sheepishly scratched the back of his head as he walked up the porch steps. “How is she?” Clark asked, motioning towards Elaine.

You glanced down at Elaine, tucking her hair back gently so as to not stir her awake. “She fell asleep a few minutes after you left. She'll probably wake up soon.” You muttered quietly. “Do you want me to wake her up?” Clark shook his head and took his spit next to you. His eyes never once leaving Elaine. “It's fine, like you said she'll wake up soon.”

At first Krypto sat firmly on the bottom of the porch steps. His eyes filled with curiosity as he stared at the sleeping child on your lap. With careful steps, Krypto slowly came towards you. This was a rare moment of Krypto actually being calm.

“Are you sure about this, Clark?” You quietly asked him. You came to Smallville for two things. One, visiting the Kents who were more than happy to take care of Elaine while you and Clark got to take a break from parenting. Martha was absolutely thrilled when you called her to let her know you were visiting soon.

The second reason is to let Elaine finally meet Krypto. Technically Elaine did already meet Krypto but that was when she was still in your womb.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, sweetheart. Krypto won’t hurt her.” Clark reassuringly squeezed your thigh. He knew you were still suspicious about letting Krypto be around Elaine. She had his kryptonian blood flowing through her veins but a five year old running around with a kryptonian dog that could easily drop kick her into the stratosphere is a little concerning for the mother.

Krypto stood in front of you, admiring the little girl sleeping. Before you could even stop the dog, Krypto launched himself at Elaine and started licking her face. The action immediately woke Elaine up. Her face scrunching up in confusion. “Wait- Krypto!” You lightly scolded. You didn't expect for him to start licking at Elaine's face. Half her face was already covered in saliva now.

Elaine wasn't even mad at the fact that she was being woken up. Which is odd considering she cherishes her afternoon naps. Her attention was more focused on the adorable dog in front of her. “Dog! Doggie!” Elaine excitedly squealed. Her sleepy haze was quickly forgotten and replaced with happiness. “He's so cute! Pretty dog!” Elaine hopped off the porch swing, her tiny arms wrapping itself around the dog.

Both you and Clark were ready to step in if needed. Krypto is an… energetic dog to put it lightly. 

To your surprise, Krypro didn't end up throwing her around like a chew toy. He continued to lick Elaine's face, earning light giggles from the little girl. The sound of her laughter echoed throughout the air, her hands barely doing anything to stop Kryptos loving attacks. “Hey! That tickles!” Krypto merely barked in response. The sound causing the house to shake a little.

Clark shifted closer to Elanie, helping to wipe off some of the saliva from her face using his flannel overshoot. “You like him, sweetie?” Elaine nodded her head, petting the soft white fur carefully. “Mhm! He's really cute! And he's a good dog!” Elaine exclaimed. The way Krypto was acting around Elaine had Clark doing a double take because of how gentle he was acting.

The Krypto being a good dog? The same Krypto that manhandled Lex Luthor like a chew toy? The same Krypto who could easily tackle two kryptonians with little to no issue? That same Krypto being a good dog? It’s hard for Clark to wrap his head around it. You couldn't help but laugh from seeing the still smile on his face. It looked like he was going through war flashbacks.

“His name is Krypto. He's Auntie Kara's dog.” Elaine's lit up like the stars. The mere mention of Kara had her excitement blowing through the roof. “Auntie Kara's dog?! Is she here?” Elaine began looking around the farm, her head poking out from the porch area. Kara easily captured Elaine's heart by being the ‘cool’ aunt. Even though her visits were rare, Elaine still loved her to death.

Clark was quick to snap out of his little daze. “Uhh… Auntie Kara is busy right now.” Clark avoided Elaine's gaze. He can't really say out loud that Kara was out on another planet with a red sun right now drinking her ass off. Elaine pouted at the information. Her disappointment showed clearly through her eyes. You gently patted Elaine's head. “Why don't you help Auntie Kara by playing with Krypto? Since she's always so busy, there's not a lot of people to play with him.”

Krypto cocked his head to the side. His tail excitedly wagging at the mention of ‘play’. The lovable sight captured Elaine's heart. It's a good thing she has a short attention span. “Yay! Let's go play Krypto!” Krypto obediently followed Elaine, running alongside the girl as they headed towards the open field. Your eyes followed the two as they ran off into the distance.

“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” Clark nervously spoke.

“I'm sure those two will be fine.”

The first 20 minutes were calm enough. Elaine and Krypto were having fun running around the field. You could hear her laughing from where you were seated on the porch swing with Clark. The peace and quiet was nice. You and Clark finally got the chance to relax.

There weren't any worries about work or Superman duties. You were able to lounge around in the peaceful area of the Kent family farm in the middle of Smallville, Kansas. Clark had one arm loosely wrapped around your waist as you leaned against his body. “This is nice. It's not too loud like Metropolis.” Clark sighed, his thumb rubbing your hips absent mindedly.

“Mhm, it's a shame that we rarely have time off.” You buried your face deeper in the crook of his neck. You were ready to take a nap right then and there if it weren't for Clark nearly throwing you off his lap. You instinctively clung onto him, your fingers digging into the sleeve of his shirt. “Woah- Whats wrong?” You questioned. Clark's eyes were narrowed as he looked out into the distance.

“Oh god no he's flying.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What? What do you he's flying– Oh my god.”

Your question was answered by Elaine who was currently flying through the air. Correction, Elaine was being carried in the air by Krypto who was holding onto her by biting down on the back of her shirt. “Look Mommy! I'm flying!” Elaine shouted, unaware of the horrified expression on her parents face.

“Clark.”

“Yes, dear?”

“Get them. Now.”

“Yes ma'am.”

A gust of strong wind blew past you as Clark flew straight towards the duo. “Krypto! Put her down now!” Clark shouted. The sudden chase only resulted in Krypto flying even faster. It didn't help that Krypto is fast as hell. He flew around the farm at break-necking speeds. You were eternally grateful that Elaine had the same strength as Clark or else you'd have white hairs by now from all the stress. You could already feel a few of them popping up.

All you could see were two figures flying in the air. Your eyes were barely able to catch up with them. 

“Krypto! Over there!” Elaine pointed over at the huge hay bales in the distance. She had this determined expression on her face, her body curled up in a cannon ball position. Krypto barked loudly into the air, picking up speed and getting ready to literally drop the five year old into a large hay bale.

“Krypto don't you dare.” Clark shouted, trying his best to stop the dog. Krypto didn't listen to a word he said. His ears only seemed to be tuned to the little girl. Your eyes watched in absolute terror as Elaine landed in the hay bale. Her body disappearing into the bundle of thick hay.

“Elaine!” Your feet moved on its own, carrying you towards the hay bale Elaine had landed in. Clark flew down next to you, his eyes scanning it to see where she is and if she was okay. Your questions were answered when Elaine popped her head out of the hay. A toothy grin spreading across her face.

“Again! Again!” Elaine giggled. Her arms sticking out as she tried to squirm her way out. You let out a tired sigh and kneeled on the grass. God, your blood pressure might as well burst at this point. Elaine was going to send you into an early grave from shock one day. “No, no more again young lady.” Clark grumbled, his strong arms easily pulling his daughter out of the hay bale she was stuck in.

Elaine pouted at her dad's words, crossing her arms and pouting at him. Her usual tactic to get him to do what she wanted. It had about a 60 percent success rate. Great for Elaine, horrible for your blood pressure. “I wanna do it again.” Elaine huffed, earning a firm shake of the head from Clark. “No. You're going to play here on the ground. No flying.”

“Fly!”

“No flying.”

“Daaaddd.” Elaine whines, her body going limp in protest. “I wanna flyy.”

“And you can fly, jusy not too high.” Clark set down Elaine back on the ground. The little girl was itching to start flying around the farm. Maybe you should talk to Bruce Wayne about power dampened for her… Krypto stauntered over to Elaine, nudging her leg with the tip of his nose. Weighing the options given to her, Elaine reluctantly made her choice.

“Fine… we won't go too high.” Elaine huffed, stomping her foot on the ground with a light thump. She may be a spitting image of Clark but there's no doubt that Elaine had your fiery attitude. “C'mon Krypto! Let's go chase the cows!” Elaine shouted as she ran towards the fence where the cows were roaming behind.

Krypto excitedly followed Elaine, letting out loud barks to show his happiness at the idea.

“Please don't let them accidentally kill the cows. Your mother is going to have a heart attack if they do.”

“On it…”

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[maikorian]

The kitchen scene has been embedded in my brain lemme tell you that, the neck kisses. 😩 been loving the mom!reader and don’t know if your up to the request! Thinking something like reader has been dealing with postpartum, but insecure of her body and just being hesistant if she’s raising her baby right? Clark has been too focused on the baby and hasn’t really noticed until one day in the kitchen he sees the doubt in her? angsty, then fluff? He kisses her all over, reassures her, and how reader absolutely and I mean absolutely MELTSSSS for his neck kisses!! No implied smut or smut in general, just a kiss attack from Clark and cuddles after😌

thanks for the request anon! Here is the fic you wanted! I hope you enjoyyy ❤️❤️❤️

[maikorian]

REASSURANCE      -      CLARK KENT

summary: taking care of a super baby isn't all that easy. sometimes you need a little support to keep you going.

warning: none just some fluffy goodness

authors note: thanks for the request anon! also thanks so much for a 100 followers! i didn't think i'd ever reach that number and im so grateful to you all!

word count: 3.5k

You've heard about it from other mothers around you. How exhausting things would get after giving birth. The endless sleepless nights. The clogged ducts. The mood changes. Even your friends warned you about it. You foolishly thought that you'd be able to push through it. You had Clark after all. He's the best husband and support pillar that you could ask for.

You thought that if you could just suck it up that everything would be fine. That's until the second week of postpartum hit. Everything went downhill from there.

The first week was fine. Elanie was a quiet baby. At least that's what you thought at first. She didn't fuss much when you first gave birth to her. Even the doctors and nurses were surprised by how little she cried. She latched on pretty easily and fell asleep without much noise. Everything went smoothly until a week after you brought Elaine back home.

She wouldn't stop crying. Neither you or Clark understood why. She had a big pair of lungs, that's for sure. No matter how much you fed or rocked her in your arms, she wouldn't stop at all. You felt like you might just go insane. Then you handed her to Clark and it miraculously stopped. She just… stopped crying.

After that things started to change. Clark helped take over most of your workload. He changed her, bathed her, put her to sleep. He ended up being the one to wake up in the middle of the night to soothe Elaine when she woke up. Most of his focus was either on work or taking care of the baby. It definitely took a lot of weight off your shoulder but at the same time it gave yourself time to think. You didn’t really give yourself much time once Elaine was born.

Right now you were in the kitchen washing the dishes while Clark put Elanie to sleep again. You should be happy, right? Elaine was finally getting the sleep she needed. Then why was there that twisting feeling in your heart? You weren't sure what it was. Jealousy? Anger? Frustration? You couldn't understand. Why did Elaine fall asleep so easily with Clark but when you tried, she wouldn't even sleep for more than an hour? What were you doing wrong? Did she not like you?

Why…

Why…

“You're gonna end up breaking the plate from how tight you're gripping it.” You jumped at the sound of Clark's voice coming from right behind you. The plate slipping from your hands and crashing into the sink. It instantly shattered, the glass breaking off into pieces. “Fuck– God dammit!” You huffed, wincing at the loud noises.  You were silently hoping that Elaine wouldn't wake up from the noise.

You waited with a bated breath. Anticipating the loud cries from Elaine's nursery. A few seconds passed and you heard nothing. That's weird. She should've woken up. Even when you dropped something simple like a fork, she would've started crying up a storm. The fact that she's quiet is odd enough. “If you're wondering why she's not up yet, I bought her some baby earmuffs.” Clark softly spoke.

“Earnuffs?” You wondered. Clark nodded his head at you with a tired smile. “Yeah, I called Ma’ a few days ago. She said that I went through the same thing when I was around Elaine's age. Apparently ear muffs did the trick.” Ah, right. Elaine isn't fully human. She's still got kryptonian blood running through her. Even though she's only a few weeks old, her powers might have started acting up now.

How could you have not figured that out? The problem was sitting right in front of you. You should've been able to figure it out. “O-Oh… That's good.” You mumbled. You began picking up the broken shards of the shattered plate. Maybe if you figured it out sooner then she would've fallen asleep in your arms as well? Were you even doing things the ‘right’ way?

You had only picked up a few pieces before a warm pair of hands stopped you. “Here, I can do that.” Clark warmly spoke. He tried to pry the glass out of your hands but you held onto it tightly. “No, it's fine. I can do it. It's my fault. I dropped it.” You sighed, gathering the broken pieces and tossing it in the trash can.

Clark isn't blind. He may wear glasses but it's only to protect his identity. He can see the bubbling tension in you. Your movements are a lot stiffer. And with how tight you're holding onto those shards, you might accidentally– “Gh! Not this again…” A small drop of blood began to drip from the palm of your hand. The flow of more blood slowly becoming more prominent as you set the now bloody glass piece aside.

You clutch your hand in pain. It stings like hell. Your hand trembles as you hold onto it tightly. Crap, you don't want to get blood all over you. It'll be a pain to clean. That would be another addition to your already growing chore list. You flick the tap on and run your bleeding hand under the water. It hurts for sure but you try your best to ignore it.

Clark moved before you could even process it. He pulled your hands away from the sink. Staring down at the small cut on your hand. “Let me take care of you.” You still at his words. You've heard him say it to you countless times and yet they still have their intended effects. You relax under his touch. He holds you as if you’re made of glass. His larger hands encasing yours.

Clark guides you towards the kitchen island and sets you down on the stool. You don’t speak. You just sit there quietly. “I’ll get the first aid kit. Stay here.” You feel the warmth of his lips on your forehead for a moment. His steps echo softly in the kitchen as he grabs the first aid kit that's stored in one of the upper cabinets. Your hair loosely covers your face. The bright overhead lights peeking through the gaps.

You take that time to observe your current state. Your hair is a mess. You can’t really remember the last time you’ve fully done your hair care routine. You can feel how greasy it’s gotten. Physically, you feel heavy. Pregnancy had taken it’s toll on you. Your thighs are thicker and so is your stomach. The extra fat from the pregnancy still lingering even though you’ve already given birth. The stretch marks on your thighs peek over the hem of your oversized shirt that you’re wearing.

You don’t feel like you. Pre-pregnancy you and post-pregnancy are two totally different people. Is this another ‘miracle’ of pregnancy? What a joke. Your finger pokes at the extra fat and your mind begins to wonder. Would Clark even look at you the same way after this? You’ve heard of those horrifying stories from different women. How their husbands wouldn’t touch them after they gave birth. Does he still like you even if you’re like… this?

Clark cuts off your thinking as he comes back with the first aid kit in hand. “Let’s get you patched up, sunshine.” He sits on the stool next to you. He holds your hand in his lap, carefully disinfecting the cut. Clark dabs the cotton bud soaked with disinfecting alcohol on your cut. You try your best to stifle the pained noises that threatened to slip past your lips. “Shh, shh… It’s okay. I know it stings a little. Jus’ a lil’ bit more.” He murmurs.

The air is somewhat tense. You don’t know what to say. It’s hard to think with that faint buzzing noise in your head. Come to think of it, you haven't eaten lunch yet. Or dinner. It’s already late. Way too late to cook anything. But you’re still kinda hungry. The sound of your stomach growling is enough proof. “You didn’t eat yet?” You shake your head. You can sense the disappointment in his body language. “I’ll order us some pizza. You need something in your stomach.”

“I had a baby in me for 9 months. I think my stomach needs a break.”

“What your stomach needs is food.”

Clarks firm on his decision. His tone says it all. It doesn’t take long for him to dress your wound. Your injured hand now wrapped up in a few layers of gauze. He doesn’t let go of your hand though. Not yet. His finger traces the lines on the palm of your hands. It’s a soothing gesture. “What’s going on?” Ah, straight into it. He doesn’t try to sugarcoat it. Clark is the straightforward kind of guy when it comes to your health.

You, on the other hand, tend to be on the more reserved side. You try to sweep any of your worries under the rug. It’s an unhealthy coping mechanism and yet it’s the only one you know.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about–”

Clark's hand shifts to grip the bottom of your chin. His index finger and thumb tilting your head up to face him. “Don’t. Don’t do that.” He pleads. The gentleness behind his tone nearly makes that emotional wall of yours start to crack. “You’ve been acting off for a few days now. You’re quiet. You barely eat. You don't sleep.” All of his words hit their mark. Even though he’s only telling the truth, the fact that he’s right has your body feeling ten times heavier. It’s the guilt.

He pulls your stool closer to his. There’s barely any space between you. He has you caged in but not in a threatening way. Clark is careful. He doesn’t invade your space. He knows your behavior well enough. He waits for you to come into his space. There’s no pressure in any way. You could get up and walk away if you wanted to but you don’t. You don’t leave because you want to tell him what you’re dealing with. It's just difficult to put it into words.

“I… I think I’m a bad mom.” Your voice cracks in the middle of your confession. Clark holds his tongue. You need someone to listen and he’ll be your person. “You pull it off so well. Being a dad is like second nature to you. Elaine doesn’t cry when you hold her. She doesn’t fuss when you change her diaper. She actually falls asleep when she’s with you. B-But with me? She doesn’t– All she does is cry and I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. The only thing I can do is feed her but sometimes I don’t think it’s enough.”

Your shoulders sag. Your body gives out and you lean into Clark's touch. His arms automatically shift you onto his lap. Tears start to well up in your eyes and it blurs your vision. One tear starts to flow and another follows. It’s not long until the sobs start to rock your body. Every single tear that drips down your cheek is filled to the brim with sadness and anxiety. “What am I doing wrong? I don’t get it. I’m doing everything I can, it’s just… It’s not enough. I… I want to be a good mom.” You choked out.

You cling onto Clark like a lifeline. You can feel yourself falling apart. The cracks you’ve been desperately trying to hide grow deeper until it eventually reaches your core.

Clark stays silent. He lets you cry out every single bit of frustration and sadness you’ve been holding up in your heart. He doesn’t care one bit that your salty tears are soaking into his shirt. He could always wash it. All that matters to him now is comforting his wife that he’s been unintentionally ignoring. Ever since Elaine was born, things started moving so fast that it was hard for him to play catch up.

“You're not doing anything wrong, sweetheart.” Clark whispers into your ear. “You're not a bad mom. You hear me? You are the best mom Elaine could ever ask for. A bad mom wouldn't try to put her kid to sleep. A bad mom wouldn't watch over their daughter while she's sleeping. A bad mom wouldn't care for their daughter like you do.” His thumb brushes away the thick droplets of salty tears. He's holding you firmly in his arms. Providing you a solid body to rest on.

“You try for her. That's what makes you a good mom. You do everything you can to make her safe and loved. That's what any kid would ever want.” His words are like a warm blanket that covers your trembling shoulders. He tucks your head under his chin. Clark's hand gently moves up and down your back in a soothing motion. It helps calm down your stuttered breathing. The hiccups slowing into deep breaths.

You don't stop him when he lifts you up into his arms. Strong arms holding you firmly to his chest. It still surprises you from time to time how casually he can do it. He easily carries you towards the bedroom and sets you down on the bed. The soft mattress greeting your tired body. The exhaustion wears you down like a heavy weight. 

Every part of your aches and hurts. Your back. Your chest. Your hips. All of it.

The thick sweater you're wearing is pried off by Clark, revealing the loose camisole you have on. Although you're dead tired, your hands instinctively move to cover the exposed parts of your skin. The stretch marks that mar your skin peeking through the gaps of your fingers. It’s hard to hide it though. Your hands can’t do much to hide it all. Clark shifts his gaze to your exposed legs, focusing on the way you tried to conceal them. It doesn’t take long for the pieces to start to click together.

Oh baby…” Clark crawls onto the bed with you. You don’t expect him to place your legs on his lab. His large hands wrapping around your knee and bringing it to his lips. “m’so sorry, baby. My beautiful, wonderful wife.” He plants kisses starting from the tops of your knees and travels up your skin until he reaches your soft, plush thighs. “Should’ve paid more attention to you. You’ve been hurtin’ for a while now haven’t ya’.” It’s not a question but a statement.

His pours every once of his love through his lips. Peppering your stretch marks with gentle kisses. Your cheeks turn pink at the sight.

“C-Clark, you don’t have to–”

“I want to.” Clark firmly spoke.

He lifted his head to lock eyes with yours. There’s nothing but honesty in him. It’s clearly written all over him. “You've been working so hard even though you should be resting. You carried Elaine for 9 months and pushed her out of you. The least I can do is give you all my love.” He holds your thighs in his hands. He doesn't let a single spot on your skin remain untouched.

He does the same to your stomach. Lifting up the loose camisole and kissing you there. Every kiss he leaves behind is covered with a blanket of praises. Praising you for being so strong for him and Elaine. You're the strongest woman he knows even if you don't have powers. His wife. His sunshine.

Your heart skips a beat when he finally reaches your neck. Clark towers over your frame. It's not hard considering how big the man is. His finger taps the underside of your chin and your head moves on its own, revealing your bare neck to him. “m'pretty girl. Can't believe I get to call the most gorgeous woman my wife.” He whispers and places a kiss on your neck.

You instantly melt under his touch. Your weak spot was your neck. Clark knew this and took every chance to take advantage of it. He holds your head still, pressing long and deep kisses along the skin where your neck and shoulders meet. “I love you. y'know that right? I can't stop myself from lovin’ you. You managed to carry an entire human being in ya’ for nine months.” Clark murmurs against your skin.

You fully relax under his touch. Taking in the feel of his lips brushing along your skin. Your hands slowly wraps itself around his neck and brings him closer to you. “You want more, baby?” Clark asks. All he needs to do is to look at your face to get an answer. The pout and pleading eyes. “Don't worry, you'll get all the kisses you'll ever want.” At this point, Clark has already memorized all the sensitive spots in your neck. The map he needs is already ingrained in his head.

You squirm when his lips graze along the ticklish spot on your neck. “H-Hey! Watch it mister." You playfully warn, hands pressing back on his shoulders. There’s this glint behind Clark's eyes. One that says thats he’s in the more teasing mood. “Oh, are you ticklish there? Let me test my theory.” You don’t have the chance to stop him before he starts attacking your neck with endless kisses.

A soft squeal slips past your lips. You can’t even escape because of his hands pinning your body down on the bed.

The sound of your giggles is like music to Clark’s ears. He can’t remember the last time he’s heard that sort of airy laugh from you. Taking care of a half human half kryptonian doesn’t leave much time to relax like this. He sucks in all those sounds of yours like a sponge

“C-Clark! Stop it!” You snort, lightly smacking him with a pillow. It doesn’t have any effect on him of course but it’s the effort that counts. He lifts his head from your neck just to catch a glimpse of that elated expression on your face. “Now there’s that pretty smile that i’ve been lookin’ for. Absolutely gorgeous.” Clark grins.

Clark’s ticklish kisses leave your lungs out of breath and face bright red. The fact that he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ears doesn’t help the redness in your cheeks. It almost seems endless. “Love you.” kiss.  “My perfect–” kiss. “beautiful–” kiss. “strong wife.” He’s breathless by the time he pulls back. Clark looks like he’s drunk off your love. “How did I get so lucky with you?”

“I feel like I should be the one asking you that.”

Clark lazily shakes his head. “Nope, I should. You’re perfect. Every single inch of you. I don’t care what anyone else says, you are the most perfect woman I have ever known.”

“Now you’re just lying.”

Clark rolls his eyes at you and plants another kiss, this time on your lips. “When have I ever been known to lie to my precious wife?”

“Mmh, I have a few. Like the time you said you didn’t watch Criminal Minds without me.” Clark's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He was definitely guilty of watching a few episodes without you.

“I wanted to know what happened to Emily!”

“So did I!”

Clark groans and flops onto his side of the bed. His entire body easily takes up half of the bed. His arms wrap comfortably around yours. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. Judging by how sluggish his movements were, you aren’t the only ones who’s dead tired right now. It’s already pretty late. Neither of you have to start going to work yet but dealing with a half kryptonian baby requires at least a weeks worth of sleep. Unfortunately you can’t afford such a luxury.

Clark shifts on the bed, he easily navigates your body to lay perfectly tucked against his. Your head is tucked right under his chin. Arms loosely wrapped around your waist. He has one hand slipped under the back of your camisole, loosely tracing random shapes on your back in a comforting motion. “We still haven’t finished season seven…” Clark sleepily mumbles.

“Mmh, we’ll finish it next time.” You yawn, burying your body closer to his. You don’t need the duvet when you have a literal human furnace right next to you keeping you warm through the night. “Promise?”

You can’t help but snort a little. “Yeah, promise.” You let yourself finally relax after the relentless hours of running around the house trying to make it look semi decent. The smell of his cologne fills your senses. It’s hard not to fall asleep from that. The strings of exhausting tugs at your bones, pulling you deeper into the depths of the void.

Clark leaves one last lingering kiss on the crown of your head. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Rest that pretty head of yours.” It’s the last thing you hear him say before black spots form in your vision. The sleepiness winning you over before you even knew it.

taglist: @karolamurdock@mollymal@yesshewrites1

[maikorian]

Been struggling so much recently, don’t know if your okay on being an open ear through DMs? 🥲❤️‍🩹

yea! dw i'm okay with ppl talking with me through DM'S! i hope you're feeling better, sometimes things have to get worse for it to get better ❤️❤️❤️

[maikorian]

HUNGRY - CLARK KENT

summary: clark's insatiable appetite for you rears its head at you once more

warning: SMUT! MDNI! 18+ p in v, mentions of cum eating, slight bondage? somewhat filthy ig? dirty talk, stomach bulge, breeding kink

authors note: the whore in me activated itself i swear

word count: 1.9k

taglist: @karolamurdock@mollymal@yesshewrites1

You weren't sure what's gotten into Clark's head to get him to act this way. He was fine this morning.

When you kissed him on the cheek before he rushed out the door he seemed perfectly fine. Sure, his tie was a little crooked and so were glasses but that's not beyond the norm. The way he's acting now is a complete turnaround from your Clark 10 hours ago. Your Clark was a little skittish and shy. This Clark has you bent over the bed and is pounding you from the back like his life depends on it.

His hand is placed firmly on the nape of your neck. You can't move a single muscle. All you can do is take it. And by it you mean– “N-Nh! C-Clark! Please- Fuck- S-Slow down!” You squealed. The squelching noise you make when Clark pulls out just slightly before slamming back in has your eyes rolling back in pleasure. He has your legs trembling, pathetically trying to shift away from him. Your hands are tied behind your back. The tie you used to tie around Clark's neck now tied around your wrists.

“I- I'm sorry, baby. I can't– Golly, you feel amazing.” He softly whined. His hips continue to snap against yours without a single hint of mercy. His words may sound polite but there is nothing polite about him with the way he's rearranging your guts. “Stay right there, baby. m'gonna treat this pussy of yours real nice.” He murmurs softly into your ear, sending a hot heat straight to your core. You can hear the hint of that Kansas accent of his slipping through.

Clark doesn't remember what started this insatiable hunger for you. Sure, he always craved for you but he could always control it. His desire for more. Maybe the sudden wave of deadlines needing to be met and articles that need to be reviewed pushed him over the edge. All that stress with no proper outlet. Now, he won't stop until every inch of your walls are covered white with him.

It's filthy. He's hitting you raw. No condom. No anything. You can feel the rough drag and pull of his cock. You're not on birth control right now and he knows this. Clark isn't the type of man to easily forget these sorts of things. “C-Clark, please–” You whine but he quickly shuts you up with a harsh kiss on your lips. His fingers tangles itself in your hair, yanking you back with a sharp tug. The slight act of roughness has your walls squeezing around him. And Clark can feel every single bit of it while he nips at your neck like some feral animal. Leaving shades of blues, reds and purples all over your skin.

Your walls are squeezing him tightly. Squeezing every thick vein and curve of his dick. If he makes you arch your back just a little bit more… “Ah! Clark– Oh fuck! Nh~ y-you're being m-mean~” He's somehow shoving his thick length deeper into you. The tip is tapping that certain spot in you that has your eyes rolling back and jaw dropping in pleasure.

The sight alone could make Clark combust right then and there. You're so pretty like this. He can't get enough of you. Your parted lips and eyes rolled back

 He knows he's treating you roughly. You have work tomorrow. He probably shouldn't be battering your insides but he can't help himself. Not with how tight your pussy is gripping onto him.

“m'not being mean on purpose. I swear, baby. You're just- ngh- can't help it. You're so tight. Gosh– You can barely take it.” A smile cracks onto Clark's face. The bliss he's feeling is immeasurable. If he could, he'd take a picture of your messed up state and keep it in his pocket all the time. For his eyes only of course.

His warm breath brushes along your skin. His lips peppering along your shoulders that are littered with lovebites from him. “Gonna pump you full of me. Wanna fill you up to the brim. Then I'm gonna eat you out real good.” He murmurs into your skin. The image he paints in your mind has your face turning a bright red.

You squealed in surprise as Clark flips you onto your back. Your body bouncing on the mattress. His hands travel to the back of your thighs and push your knees up to your chest. The change in position has you speechless in the best way. He's deep in your pussy, making a mess out of you on the sheets. “H-Hah~ Ah~ Clark… h-honey, you're so deep. I- I can feel it.” You whispered softly. Your throat is sore from how loud you've been crying out Clarks name.

The grin on Clark's face grows wider. His hair is a mess. There's strands of his curly hair sticking to his face because of the sweat that's dripping down his body. You've lost track of how long he's been fucking you. He came back an hour before the sunset went down. Now, the moon is high up in the sky.

Clark's gaze focuses on your stomach. His hand drifts towards the small bulge in your stomach. He's right there. “I can see how good you're taking me. You want it too, right? You want me to pump you full. I know we said that we'd wait but I really wanna come inside you, baby.” Clark softly pants. The way you're squeezing him is driving him wild. He can't even control the pace of his hips anymore.

The mix of juices cling to your thighs and slowly starts dripping down onto the bed. The sheets underneath you are soaked and most likely ruined at this point. Its fine. Clark doesn't care one bit. He could always replace the sheets. But this? The warmth of your tight pussy gripping onto his thick length? Yeah, nothing can replace this.

“Please say yes, baby. Ah- wanna come in you. It'll feel so good- God- please please please baby.” All you can muster up is a weak whimper. His hips are slamming into yours at an inhumane pace. He rolls his hips into yours when he's flushed against yours. “Y-Yes, h-hn~ please don't stop. want it- I- so big-” Your sentences are barely making senses but that's enough for Clark.

He easily parts your legs and tosses them over his broad shoulders. He's got you bent in half and spread wide open just for him. It's a miracle that you're still conscious right now. “you're almost there baby. can feel it. you're squeezin’ so tight.” Clark gasps, towering over your smaller frame. He pulls you in for a rough kiss.

It's almost laughable how easy he takes control over you. His tongue explores every inch of your tongue like its the first time. He takes it all in. Every whimper or moan that softly escapes from your lips he swallows it right up. The bed is already starting to creak from the weight of his thrusts. Every kiss from him whisks away the air from your lungs. It's dizzying and addictive. When he pulls away, only a thin thread of saliva is what connects you.

It's hot. It's messy. It's everything Clark needed right now.

You're too deep in that pleasurable haze to even realize that Clark slipped his hand between your legs. The rough pad of his thumb harshly pressing down on your sensitive nub. The action elicits a sharp cry from your lips. Clarks name is the first thing you say. He doesn't stop with at a simple press. No– Clark gets addicted to the sound of you. He won't stop. Not unless he hears you say his name again just like that.

Clark watches with hazy eyes as his fingers flick, tug and press down on your sensitive nub. It's mesmerizing to him– the way you move your body. Your tits bouncing with every harsh thrust. Hands gripping onto the headboard. It's your only form of support right now. You can't do anything while you're under him. The tightness fabric around your wrists ensures that and so does his heavy weight.

Clark is a big man after all. Standing at 6 foot too giant. He uses it to his advantage but at this point its so unfair. “c'mon baby… just one more push.” He murmurs. The strung out string in your stomach snaps and it leaves you screaming Clarks name. The neighbors probably know what you're doing by now. Hell– The entire neighborhood might now. You wouldn't be surprised if you got a noise complaint at your door tomorrow morning.

Clark leaves you gushing. Your come rushes out of you like waves. Coating Clark's cock with a sheen layer of white. And Clark can't stop watching it. He uses his x-ray vision in the most filthiest way possible, watching as your essence spills out and covers him. He forces more of it out with small thrusts of his hips. You whine every time he does but Clark couldn't help it.

It's enough to push Clark over the edge. His cock twitching with every bit of come he pumps out. Warm ropes of his thick cut spurting out of the tip and into your cervix. Gosh does that look wonderful to him. He makes sure to bury himself even deeper. Clark isn't a wasteful man. He doesn't want a single drop to flow out from your womb. His hips stutter to a stop once he finally drags himself back down from cloud 9. Clark tilts his head back, sweat glistening on his skin with one arm on the headboard to hold him up.

“atta girl, that felt real good didn't it, hun?” His accent is a lot thicker now. Clark holds your trembling legs still, pressing a soft kiss to your knee that's resting on his shoulders. The tender action is a complete 180 from his rough pace earlier.

You legitimately thought Clark was done with the sex by now. He should've gotten it out of his system. This was the most you've done it with him. Not even those special nights where you wore fancy lingerie or did your makeup nicely riled him up this badly. What in the world happened to him? You can't help but wonder it.

Clark hisses when he finally pulls out. The mix of come he's been plugging up in you slowly leaving your bruised and battered hole. Talk about being ruthless. It drips out from you, down your inner thighs and soaks into the ruined sheets. The cold night air greets his soft cock as he kneels there in between your legs. He holds your leg in place. He's worn himself out pretty good this time.

A shaky breath of relief comes from you as you relax. Ah, you'll deal with cleaning the mess tomorrow. Now you can curl up in bed and sleep happily in Clarks arms– Why the fuck was he shifting down the bed again?

Your eyes stare at him with surprise. Even after all that he's still not satisfied?

Clark doesn't give you the chance to speak before his lips are on your sweet cunt. He sucks your cunt harshly. His tongue dragging up your legs to savor the taste of you. The come he's pumped in and mixed in with yours  is slowly leaking out into his mouth. Your back arches against the bed as another cry echoes through the room. His hands holds your hips tightly. He was still hungry for more. A little dessert before bed won't hurt anyone.

“One more, baby. All you gotta do is lie there and look pretty for me.”

Oh fuck.

[maikorian]

STARING PROBLEM      -      CLARK KENT

summary: it's hard to go to bed when you're sleeping next to clark

warning: none, only fluff

authors note: happy reading!

word count: 1k

taglist: @karolamurdock@mollymal@yesshewrites1

There are times where you can’t help but sit and stare at Clark while he’s working.

You don’t mean to stare, honest. At work you manage to control yourself just fine. Maybe it’s because his desk is a few feet away from yours. Most of the time his back is turned to yours so you can’t really get a good look of him while you’re working on your latest article that Perry assigned you. Then again, you probably wouldn’t get any work done if you sat next to him.

You’re lying in your bed with him right now. The sun had already set a long time ago. You’re both full from eating dinner earlier. Clark got out of the shower half an hour ago. His curly hair is damp. The water droplets slowly falling onto the towel he has resting around his shoulders like a cape. He has his shirt off and his stupid slutty little glasses that make him look 10 times hotter. He’s still how without the glasses, you won’t deny that fact. But the glasses add this… allure to him.

Clark has his laptop on his lap. He’s typing furiously on the keyboard that’s hilariously way too small for him. Apparently his shower gave him a new burst of creativity for his new article.

The covers are loosely draped over your body. You should be going to sleep. It’s late. You have to head to work early tomorrow. Your eyes however can’t stop looking at Clark. You note the little subconscious actions that Clark doesn’t seem to notice.

How he scrunches his nose to force his glasses back up because his hands are too busy typing away. He squints every now and then, trying to figure out whether he worded out his sentence correctly. And your favorite, the way his lips purses and forms into a pout when he has to delete a few lines when it doesn’t exactly fit right into his article. You can't bring yourself to look away.

Adorable.

“It's late, y'know.” Clark murmurs.

“mhm, I know.”

“You said you were gonna wake up early tomorrow.”

“And I will.”

Clark raises his brows and turns to look at you. His heart melts a little at the sight. You're tucked up beside him. All warm and cozy in his shirt that's clearly too big for you and has now become your new sleep shirt. He doesn't mind it at all. He'd give you all of his shirts if you asked. “Then why aren't you asleep?” He traces the shape of your jaw with his fingers, gently pressing on the fat of your cheek. “You'll end up being late for work tomorrow if you stay up like this.”

“I don't feel like it.” You mumbled, burying yourself deeper into the sheets. Clark knew your words were nothing but a lie. You're tired. He sees it in your eyes even though you won't admit it. “Well that's cause you're too busy staring at me. I think you have a staring problem, sunshine.” He softly teases, earning a small hum from you.

“No I don't.” You lied. “You've been staring at me for the past 30 minutes, sunshine. I could feel it.” Your cheeks burn a soft tint of red. You didn't think you'd get caught by him. “Can't help it. You're too pretty.” You whined, a pout forming on your lips. As you look up at Clark, you can feel yourself getting lost in his eyes. The blue washes out whatever energy you have left in your bones. It soothes the stress of today and leaves you tired in a good way.

Clark leans closer. “You're staring again.” You merely flash him a cheeky smile. “Can you blame me, pretty boy?” This time, a smile cracks on Clark's face. His hands move away from the keyboard and cups your cheeks. Before you know it, his lips are on yours. This kiss is different. It's not the usual desperate and hungry ones. No, this one is softer. He's treating you like you might break at the slightest bit of pressure.

You leaned into the kiss, melting under his smooth touch. “Pretty boy? Am I that pretty to you?” You slowly nodded your head at him. “Yeah, you're that pretty, pretty boy.” Clark smiles into the kiss. He's going slow. He knows you're tired and by the looks of it, it won't take you long until you're knocked out cold.

“Go to sleep, sunshine.” You shake your head in refusal. “Not until you cuddle me.”

Clark doesn't hesitate and relents. He sets his laptop on his bedside table. The glasses that rests on the bridge of his nose placed to the side as well. Your vision of Clark blurs for a moment. The effect of the hypno-glasses fading. His arms easily slip under your body. His large frame easily swallowed you whole as he pulls you to his chest.

A wave of warmth surrounds you. It's that type of warmth that dulls your senses and makes your body go soft. His arms are around your body securely. Ready to protect you at the slightest hint of danger. “Happy now?” He asks and all you do is nod because you are happy. You're happy that your boyfriend is cuddling you.

“mhm, very.” A yawn slips from your lips. The exhaustion of the day is catching up to you. “Go to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up.” Clark whispers in your ear. That's all you need to hear before your eyes finally fall shut and the sound of your soft breathing fills the air.

Clark doesn't dare to close his eyes. Not yet at least. He takes in the sight in front of him. Your body relaxed in his arms. The rhythmic sound of your beating heart grounded him right here down to you. You look so peaceful here. Even though there are sirens blaring somewhere around the world, it gets drowned out by the sound of you.

He pulls your body closer to his. He buries his face in your hair, the smell of your shampoo fills his senses. It's the expensive kind you like to use. His fingers are splayed across your back. In terms of size, you're a lot smaller than him. You fit perfectly in his arms. Nothing can compare to this. If he could, he'd stay all day buried in the warmth of your arms.

It's perfect.

[maikorian]

I read “out of harms way,” and I loved it oml. I was thinking about if you seen the iron man movie where Pepper potts saves Tony with his own suit/power. I was wondering if you could write something like that with the reader and Clark?

CLOSE CALL      -      CLARK KENT

summary: even Superman needs a little protection sometimes. Though, he certainly didn’t expect for his lover to be the one to step in.

warning: mentions of guns and weapons

authors note: thanks for the request anon! lmk if anyone wants to join the taglist!

word count: 2.3k

taglist: @karolamurdock @mollymal @yesshewrites1

Things weren’t going great for Clark. Well– Technically Superman but the point still stands.

It's hard to surprise a man as quick as Superman. His senses are heightened, much more enhanced than the average man. This is one of the clear differences between a normal human and a kryptonian. He can easily avoid and face any attacks that come his way.

Normal Bullets don't hurt him. They barely leave a mark on his skin. Bombs? All it would do is dirty his suit. Any sort of attack is futile against him.

Unless it's made out of kryptonite.

Kryptonite. The only substance that can hurt him. A poisonous substance that could bring the symbol of hope to his knees. Not only is it harmful, it is also incredibly hard to find. Finding a radioactive rock that was created from the destruction of a destroyed planet that's light years away isn't all that easy. There's barely any of it on earth. Which is a good thing for Clark because he'd rather not be around something that can easily kill him.

But right now? This might be the closest he’s come to it. Lex Luthor somehow made kryptonite bullets. He didn’t know how or when. All he knows is that one moment he was flying around Hob’s Bay saving some random civilian from getting robbed  and the next he’s getting gunned down in an abandoned warehouse not too far off from the harbor.

The footsteps of armed men are coming closer. The sound of their thundering steps echoing in the large warehouse. “Fan out! He’s gotta be here somewhere.” One of them barked out. Clark would leave if it weren’t for the fact they were armed with bullets that can actually hurt him. He needs to deal with this right here and now before he can fly off. Only question lingering in his head is how he was going to do that without getting shot.

-

You honestly weren’t sure how you ended up here. Standing in the middle of Hob’s bay with some weird freakish kryptonian weapon in your hands that you kind of know how to use. It’s about the same size and dimensions of the average handgun. Looked like one as well except the fact there were parts that were glowing an odd shade of blue.

Obviously Kara was the one who got it for you. You doubt Clark would ever give something like this to you. It was during the rare moments where Clark brought you over to the fortress of solitude. He was out when she stumbled in barely sober with a small backpack slung over her shoulder. She handed you the gun, drunkenly explained how to use it before collapsing to the ground and passing out.

Maybe you should've handed the weapon over to Clark and called it a day. I mean– handling some kind of alien weapon wasn't exactly your forte. You didn't even know how to use a normal human gun. Unfortunately, now you're frantically searching on Google how to use a gun without accidentally shooting your own arm off.

You were running around Hob's bay trying to look for Clark. To be more specific, you were running after Krypto who had burst into your apartment earlier and started barking like a rabid dog. Seeing Krypto there without Clark already said enough. He was in trouble. So you threw on whatever clean clothes you had left and followed Krypto blindly.

By the time you were in the inner parts of Hob's bay, you felt like your lungs might just collapse from how out of breath you were. Any oxygen you had in your lungs was basically non-existent to you. You've been running through the dark streets and narrow alleyways for the past 20 minutes. Cringing every time your shoes got soaked when you stepped in another murky puddle of water. It was hard to tell if it was rain water or the liquid dripping from the trash bags nearby. You'd rather not find out.

Krypto didn't seem too bothered by your problems. He continued running without stopping for a breather.

“Krypto, where the hell are we going.” You spoke through gritted teeth. Your legs were already starting to ache from how long you've been running. Krypto responded with a simple bark as he picked up the pace. You were desperately hoping that you were getting close to where Clark is.

You didn't know what danger he was in. Could it be that bad? What kind of fucked up thing did Lex Luthor decide to do now in attempts to hurt Clark? You didn't even understand why Krypto went to you first instead of going to someone more capable like the Justice Gang.

If it weren't for your quick instincts, you nearly body slammed yourself into a brick wall. Your hands push up against it to soften the blow. Sweat is dripping down your forehead as your steps finally slowed. Krypto becomes eerily silent. His ears perked up as he continued to take slow and careful steps.

For a second, you weren't sure what Krypto was listening to until you heard it yourself. Gunshots. Very faint sounds of gunshots. A metallic smell fills the air. You can hear the sound of men shouting frantic orders. Every step you take has it growing louder. You're getting closer and closer to the source of the noise.

Adrenaline floods through your veins. You've never been this close to danger. In fact, you actively try to avoid it. You weren't one to get yourself involved in gun fights or any of the sort. You follow Krypto as he crawls through a small space. It's a tight fit but you seem to manage. Every single time you hear a gin firing has you flinching.

Your clothes are getting dirty no doubt. A mix of dust and mud clinging to certain parts of your body. Fuck, you might’ve walked through a spider web. 

When you finally crawl out of the tight space you've been shimmying your way through, the first thing you're met with is Clark ducked behind a bunch of crates. He doesn’t seem to notice your presence yet. He looked injured too. Probably because he's getting shot at with bullets. Not just your average lead bullets but kryptonite bullets. You can see the faint green glowing emanating from the bullets scattered across the floor.

There was only a small traces of it. Enough to pierce Clark's skin. You weren't sure if it was enough to poison him but you weren't willing to take that risk. Clark would probably lecture you for an hour straight after this. You could take that. It's not the first time you've dealt with his worried ramblings. Maim not kill. That's what you're repeating in your mind.

You waited. Watching as armed men slowly grew closer to Clark's position. “Fan out! He’s gotta be here somewhere.” The man closest to Clark barked out. You kept your back pressed up against the wall, hidden in the shadows. “God, this is insane. What am I even doing right now?” You quietly cursed out. Your fingers trembling as the weight of the gun in your hands grow heavy.

In.

Out.

Front Sight.

The grip on your gun becomes tighter. You can hear your heart pounding loudly in your chest. You lift the gun, aiming it at the closest man to Clark. You’re repeating what you saw from a video you watched on how to handle a gun. Front sight. Don’t focus on the target, focus on the front sight. Control trigger press. Last is follow through. Simple enough, right?

Front Sight.

Trigger Press.

Follow Through.

Follow Through—

Your shot echoes loudly in the warehouse. It’s bouncing off the thick concrete walls. A scream that’s mixed with surprise and pain comes out of the man as your bullet hits the man’s thigh. His blood drips to the floor and his body crumbles down as well. The sound doesn’t just get the other armed guards attention, it gets Clarks as well.

Your eyes lock with his. He’s staring at you and you’re doing the same to him. You can see the thoughts running through his head. What are you doing here?

You don’t stop at one shot. The adrenaline pumping through you pushes you to act. Surprisingly, your shots hit your target. You don’t kill, you only maim. Your bullets only hitting parts of the body that would only disable their movements. Arms and legs. The one's that you managed to hit go ragdoll when they get hit. “Go Krypto! Go get em’” All you hear is a loud growl from the dog before he barrels towards the soldiers. The guns in their hands quickly drop to the floor as Krypto tackles them.

You take this chance to run at Clark. Sliding across the room to reach him. “What the hell are you doing here? How–” Clark breathes out. He pulls you down to his side, his hands cupping your face. His eyes are wide with fear. You shouldn’t be here. Your hand covers his, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Krypto. He brought me here. I had a feeling your dumbass was in danger.” You weakly joked but it barely does anything to lessen the tension in the room.

“You know me well, baby.” Clark cracks a smile. He knows it’s not the time to do it but he pulls you into a quick kiss. The warm kiss cuts off your train of thinking. Crap, he really is a good kisser even if he doesn’t fully know it.

You yelp as a bullet nearly hits you. The kryptonite laced bullet hitting the crate behind you. “Fuckin’ asshole–” You grunted, pulling at your gun and poking your body out from the safe place you were tucked in to fire several rounds. Clark wouldn’t admit it out loud– he actually would– the way you’re bravely taking down armed men that are most likely twice your size is kind of hot. He looks up to you with admiration and surprise.

Hot.

What surprises you even more is that even though you’ve fired at least 17 rounds, the mag wasn’t finished yet. Either it had infinite bullets or you must have a lot more bullets than the average gun. You’d asked to have Kara when you get the chance to see her again. Hopefully in a more sober state than last time.

“We need to get out of here!” You shouted over the gunfire. Dodging another round of incoming fire. Though it doesn’t last long considering Krypto is using them as his new chew toy. Clark snaps out of his little love haze. Right. He needed to get you out before you could get hurt. Using his x-ray vision, Clark spots the last few men standing. They were nearly out of bullets and would need to reload soon.

His opening comes closer. The second the armed men duck back behind their covers, Clark starts to move. He’ll get you out and deal with them once you’re safe.

Clark gets up from his spot behind the crates. His arms protectively wrapped around your body. “Cover your ears.” You barely have the chance to register his words as Clark flies through a broken window. He’s covering your body from the glass shards that could potentially get on you. He doesn’t take you too far, only a few buildings away from the warehouse and sets you down on the roof.

Your body is still fueled with adrenaline but it slowly fades out when Clark sets you down. The wind blows loudly in your ears.

“Holy hell I shot someone. Not just one person. A bunch of them.” You shakily whisper. The gun slips from your hands and drops to the ground. You don’t know whether to be proud or horrified at what you’ve done. Clark takes a step closer to you. His hands holding onto you by your upper arms.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax. You saved my butt, that’s what you did.” Clark reassures. He brushes aside the strands of messy hair that covers your face. “You saved me. Not anyone could do that. You did what you had to.” His touches are reassuring. Your heart is beating so loud that Clark could hear it just from standing close to you. You stare at him with wide eyes. It takes a moment or two for you to take it all in.

You did what you had to.

You saved Clark. He’s safe and alive.

You did it.

You lift your head to meet his gaze. The two of you are hidden behind a wall on a rooftop. There’s no one shooting at you or him. If it were under different circumstances, this would be pretty romantic. “Please come back quick.” You muster up the strength to speak. You know he has to go back and deal with the armed guards. Plus, he needs to stop Krypto before he wrecks the whole place.

His smile greets you like the warm sunlight hitting your skin. It’s a feeling that nothing else can truly match. Even the simplest action from him can calm your shaken nerves.

You let him pull you into one last kiss. The warmth of his lips on yours spreads across your body like a kindling flame. The sparks igniting something beneath the skin. You let yourself fall into the natural rhythm. “I’ll be back before you even know it.” He murmurs in between kisses. When he pulls away, the flames of the kindling fire slowly dulls.

A flash of red fills your vision and he’s gone. Every single day, Clark is Metropolis savior. Their golden hero. Tonight, you just so happened to be his.

[maikorian]

SORE IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES      -      CLARK KENT

summary: what better way to make up to your girlfriend after wrecking her in bed than making her breakfast in the morning!

warning: implied smut, fluff

authors note: i wrote this half asleep at like 1 am so enjoy!

taglist: @karolamurdock @mollymal @yesshewrites1

word count: 1.7k

masterlist

When you wake up in bed alone, you can hear the distant sounds of sizzling from the kitchen. The sheets are tussled around you and barely covering your naked form. The sun is peeking through the sheer curtains that cover the windows.

The first thing that comes to mind when you wake up is that everything hurts.

And it's not the bad kind of hurting. It's the good kind. One that had your entire body trembling from how sore it was. Last night was blurry to say the least. You remember what led to your current predicament. A nice intimate candlelight dinner at home, drinking the cheap kind of wine that tastes somewhat mediocre and a drop dead gorgeous dress that had Clark salivating over you all night.

One tiny peak of the lace underneath the dress had Clark unraveling. He tossed you over the shoulder like you weighed nothing to him.  Clark was a hungry man last night. Eager to drink down your sweetness like a starved man. Then again he's always hungry for you.

He had you splayed out on the bed for hours. You can't even recount the amount of times you've spent crying out Clark's name as he ate you out without a care in the world. He didn't pay any attention when you tugged on his thick black locks of hair nor did he listen when you whimpered that you couldn't take it anymore. All his focus was on the golden honey  dripping between your legs.

He simply brushed off your words, mumbling something along the lines of “You can take it for me, baby. Just one more. I swear.” Clearly he didn't keep his promise. He didn't stop until your legs were shaking and your mind was gone. That's what he did to you with only his fucking tongue and fingers. They were absolutely soaked with your juices by the time he got up from his spot between your legs. Damn that inhuman stamina of his.

By the time Clark was lazily unbuckling his belt, you were all the way in cloud nine. “I'll take really good care of ya’, sunshine. m'gonna be so good for you. Please, sunshine.” That's what you faintly recount being whispered into your ear before Clark split you apart on his cock and battered your insides. Being the goody two shoes farmboy that he is, he makes sure you're okay with it of course. Making sure that you give him the full green light to continue his actions.

Hours drag on and you're filled to the absolute brim. Clark had your body contorted in more positions than you can count. Legs tossed over his shoulders, on your stomach, on your knees. The evidence of last night are soaked into the sheets. A part of the headboard is broken too. Clark must've gripped it too hard. Even some of the planks of the bed are broken. Great. More bed shopping. Another embarrassing walk to IKEA where you have to buy another ‘strong’ bed.

And that's at least everything that you can remember from last night.

Now, you're lying in bed weakly, every part of your body is sore and muscles aching. It felt so good yet so painful. The spot next to you is still somewhat warm. When you sit up, the sheets pool around your waist, revealing all the bites and bruises on your body. It's a good thing today is a Saturday because there is no way in hell you can cover up the lovebites littering your bare neck. No amount of foundation or concealer could hide it. In fact, you might end up finishing an entire bottle of foundation if you do.

You have lovebites all over your neck and collarbone. All of them ranging from shades of reds to blue to purple. Not only that, you had bruises that looked eerily similar to Clark's hands. At least they were on your hips and thighs. You wouldn't have to worry about covering those up.

Pushing the sheets to the side, you slipped on the closest piece of clothing to you. It just so happened to be one of Clarks shirts. The clearly oversized shirt on you dwarfed your frame. The hem reaching a little over your mid thigh. The fabric still  smelled like him. His cologne lingering on the article of clothing. It had a warm feeling fluttering in your chest.

You nearly fell from the bed if you didn't quickly grab onto the edge of the bed. Your legs were still undeniably shaking. It took you a few seconds to shake them back awake. God, he really did a number on you last night.

You stumbled up from the bed, using your surroundings as your crutch. There's music coming from the kitchen area. When you finally limp your way there, you found Clark standing in front of the stove. He's shirtless, only a loose pair of sweatpants covering his lower half. He has a frilly pink apron tied around him though. Adorable.

“Is that bacon I smell?” You mumbled, leaning against the kitchen doorway with a tired expression on your face. Clark perks up at the sound of your voice. “You have a sharp nose, sunshine. Made some pancakes for you too.” You push yourself off the wall, wrapping your arms around Clark's waist. Your hands tucked underneath his apron so you could feel his abdomen.

“Are you gonna continue to feel me up or are you gonna sit at the kitchen island while I make you my classic ‘I'm sorry’ breakfast?” Clark said while shooting you a cheeky grin. “Mhm, it's payback for last night. You did the same thing to me while I was cooking dinner.” Your words were slightly muffled since you had your face pressed into his back. He was so warm. A dream during the winter but an absolute nightmare when summer rears its ugly head. Your own human furnace.

“No I didn't. I just gave you some kisses.”

“You had your hands up my dress.”

“I was only checking the material.”

Clark's weak lies had you rolling your eyes but in a more endearing way. He couldn't keep his hands off you sometimes. “Oh, is that so? And how'd it feel?” Setting the nicely cooked bacon to the side that was extra crispy, Clark turned his body to face yours. “Material felt nice. But what was underneath it felt even better.” His voice was low, his tone causing deep vibrations to thrum along his chest. Fuck, hes hot.

He moved his hands to rest on your hips. The tips of his fingers barely grazing the hem of your (his) shirt.

“How ya holdin’ up, sunshine?” He softly muttered. “m'good, just a lil sore.” You were more than just a ‘little’ sore but you didn't want to make Clark feel guilty. In the corner of your eyes, you spotted the stack of nearly made blueberry pancakes. “You tryna make up for last night by spoiling me?” Clark chuckled softly at you. “Mhm, thats the plan. Is it working?”

You stand on your tippy toes to reach out and give him a peck on the lips. “Hmm, if it tastes good then maybe I'll forgive you.” A soft whine slips from his lips. He's pushing you back against the kitchen island. “Only a maybe? what's a guy gotta do for more than that?” He whispered softly. His hands slip under your shirt. His large rough hands feeling up the smooth skin of your thighs. It's taking everything in him not to get down on his knees again.

“A back massage or a nice hot bath. No messing around though.” Clark presses another kiss to your lips. “I can do both for you. It's a shame that we can't mess around. It's the best part.” Clark pulls away slightly to get a good look at your face. He still remembers the way your face contorted when he pressed on your sweet spot. So needy and wanting for him.

“We'll see. Pancakes first then bath time.” You sneakily grabbed a fork and took a bite of the pancakes. You moaned at the soft and fluffy taste. “God, these are amazing Clark. How the hell do you make em’ taste so good?” You muttered while taking another big bite of it. They're melting in your mouth. It tastes like heaven to you.

Clark basically glows at your praise. When it came to making breakfast, he's mastered all of it. “Ah, just some practice and love.” You couldn't help but snort a little. “You sound like my grandma.” You pointed out. “Am I at least a handsome grandma?” You tilt your head up to face Clark. Just like how your grandma would do it, you painfully pinched his cheeks. “Yeah, you're the handsomest grandma in the world.” You teased.

The smile on his face widened at your casual teasing. “You bet your ass I am.” He murmurs before leaning in for another kiss. Clark doesn’t stop at only one kiss. He has your body pinned between him and the kitchen island, leaving no room for you to escape. Not like you even care. Not when you have Clark's lips on yours.

Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck as Clark lazily makes out with you. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip, silently asking permission for more. You relent, parting your lips for him as he kisses you harder. “Is this part of your apology as well?” You mumbled in between kisses. “Is it working?” Clark grins, his hands easily lifting you onto the counter.

“A little.” Clark stands in between your legs. Hands resting on your waist comfortably. His kisses are heavy and ever consuming. It's the type of kiss that makes everything in your head fly away and leaves you forgetting your own name.

You know exactly where this is leading. His movements are more relaxed. Confident. His hand goes further up your. Exploring every inch of skin that you have to offer. “Fuck– Clark~ I'm still sore.” You whined, pulling away only to be dragged back into another kiss. You can't even fight back against it because of how good it feels.

“One round. I promise- Mh-” He's lying straight up to your face. One round to him means more than three. “I'll be really gentle, jus’ need another taste of you. Please, baby. Golly– I can smell ya’” Clark whines. You don't have the start to stop him when he pushes you flat on your back on the counter. You spot that glint of hunger behind his eyes and he's definitely not hungry for food right now.

He moves your legs with ease. Unwrapping your legs from around his waist and hooking them over his shoulders. “jus’ lay back, baby. All you gotta do is relax.” Now what kind of person would you be if you said no to that?