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“No, Lois—Lois!”

Lois shrugs, securing the infant against your chest before letting go. “What? I gotta pee. You’re doing great.”

You frown, beginning to panic as you watch your best friend walk away.

“This jacket is vintage!”

As she disappears into the crowd, you glance down at the infant looking up at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Hi… how you doing?”

The baby blinks.

You offer them an awkward smile, patting their back as your gaze wanders, searching for their mother, blissfully unaware that her child has fallen into the wrong hands.

Most of your coworkers drift past, cooing over the baby, ignoring the desperate plea in your eyes.

Across the room Clark is at the dessert table grabbing you another cupcake. She heard your exasperated voice chastising Lois.

Her attention snaps to you instantly.

There you are, holding a baby, looking like you want to disappear.

For some reason, the sight nearly knocks the air from her lungs. Everything else in the room fades as her focus settles solely on you.

She’s seen you hold coffee cups, stacks of case files, even a stray cat she rescued from a tree—but somehow, seeing you hold a random baby makes her Kryptonian DNA go haywire.

You’re stiff as a board, staring down at the baby like you’re one sneeze away from dropping them.

But, God, you look soft.

Too soft.

The startlingly domestic sight roots itself in Clark’s chest before she crosses the room, unable to hide the grin tugging at her mouth.

“Need a hand?” she teases, hovering over your shoulder. “With this little fella… or lass?”

You look up at Clark, and despite your inner complaints, you become stubborn.

You adjust the baby tighter against you. “Nope, I’m fine.”

Clark lifts an eyebrow, still smiling.

“You’re holding them like they’re a bomb, sweetheart.”

“They’re not a bomb.”

“No, but you look like you’re waiting for them to explode.”

You tilt your head, peering at the infant, lips pressing into a thin line.

“God, don’t put that out in the universe… This jacket’s vin—”

She snorts. “Vintage… I know. I’m the one who bought it.”

“So you know why I’m freaking out.”

Her grin pulls into a smirk. “Then why are you holding them?”

You huff. “Lois ambushed me… and I’m waiting for the mom to come back.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Don’t ‘mm-hm’ me.”

The baby shifts, nestling closer, and you freeze. Their little hand curls against your jacket, and your expression warms almost imperceptibly.

Clark can’t help but melt.

You begin to rock the baby, finally getting the hang of it, and she hopes she’s already filing this image away somewhere in the back of her mind.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

You don’t pay attention to her, focused on the cute little face that’s against your chest.

“Like I said, Clark, I’m fine…”

The moment you got home, she was on you—hands at your waist, kisses along your neck as you tried to get through the door.

You scolded her with a squeal. “Knock it off, Clark.”

She hummed against your skin. “Sorry, sweetie. I can’t help myself.”

The baby shower was over, the infant back with their mother, but whatever had awakened in your girlfriend lingered.

Inside, she tugged your jacket collar down and kissed your shoulder, letting it fall to the floor.

You tried to pull away, but she only drew you closer, basking in your warmth.

She brushed the corner of your mouth with hers, earning a light slap to her chest.

“What’s gotten into you? You’re acting weird.”

She tilted her head, smirking as she guided you backward toward the nearest wall. “Have I?”

“Yeah… you’ve been like this since before the shower ended.”

Clark shrugged. She couldn’t deny it—she’d been thinking about earlier all day, hoping to get it out of her system soon.

But you didn’t let her.

Yet.

Her fingers began tracing your midriff through your shirt. “I just liked seeing that side of you...”

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. “What side, sweetie?”

Clark inched closer, fingers sliding underneath your shirt. “The domestic side. You looked so soft today, honey… It made me think about how amazing you’d be, and how easy it’d be to have a family like that.”

Heat returned to your cheeks.

“Oh, no. Not that. Seriously? Is this some kind of Kryptonian thing?”

She kissed you again, “No, just a you thing.”

“Seriously?”

“You know I can be very persuasive…”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Mhm, I don’t think you are.”

“Wanna test that theory?”

You already regretted your words.

“No.”

Clark didn’t hesitate.

One second you were against the wall. The next, you were lifted into the air and thrown over her shoulder.

You protested as she carried you toward the bedroom, kicking your legs and slapping her backside.

“Put me down!”

Your knees were against your chest as Clark thrusted the silicone in and out of you.

You were still reeling from the all-consuming sensation of her mouth on your core. Her tongue dragged a line up your slit before latching onto your clit.

Your fingers dug into her scalp, pushing her further into your cunt, moaning so loudly that you were going to get another noise complaint.

She switched between two techniques, alternately fucking you with her tongue and slipping three fingers into your hole.

She apologized with a crooked smile, “I know, darling… I know. I just gotta prepare you for me, okay?”

Once she had given you at least three shattering orgasms, and even taken one for herself by humping against the mattress, she grabbed the harness from the nightstand, secured it around her hips, and tightened the black strap.

Clark then hovered over you, her chin still glistening with your arousal. As the dildo entered you, a gasp of air escaped from your mouth.

The sheer size of the silicone was overwhelming. She started slow, almost teasing you, inching deeper into you.

When you let out another whimper, she paused, leaning down to kiss you, forcing you to taste your own cum.

“Does it feel good, pretty girl?”

She eyed the white lines around the silicone as she pulled out of you, groaning as she could actually feel it.

“You're already milking me, honey...”

Again, a cry was torn from you, just as your spine attempted involuntarily to arch itself, despite how Clark was pinning you down.

The rhythm of the strap continued to send you into ecstasy. The smirk on her face remained, and she chuckled when you writhed underneath her.

“You’re already so far gone, sweetheart. Just making it easier to put a baby into you.”

She instantly notices the spike of your heartbeat, speeding up the pace.

“Aw, you want that, honey? Want me to fill you up? All round with my baby?

Even in your pleasure-addled haze, you nod deliriously, your breath hitching while she begins to pound harder.

As she does, her eyes trail down to your lower stomach.

“Ohhhhh, sweetheart…. Look at that.”

You weakly lift your head to look, Clark moves one of her big hands from your legs, pressing gently against your gut.

At the apex of your abdomen, a bulge appears whenever she thrusts forward.

You whimper as you watch, especially when she decides to decrease the pace, ignoring your breathless pleas to continue the rhythm.

Once she’s satisfied with herself, she moves faster again. As her hips snap forward, she discovers that the bulge becomes more pronounced.

Your walls tightened around the silicone as she continued to bury herself into you, losing all sense of rhythm while sounds of wet friction echo throughout the bedroom.

The thick base of the strap abuses your pussy, hammering that sweet spot, causing you to see stars whenever you close your eyes.

"Oh my God, Clark—"

She can sense it—and see it too, with her X-ray vision.

“Come on, sweetheart… cum for me… give me a baby… please.”

Her pelvis grinds as your inner walls start to spasm. The climax is incredibly close, ready to engulf you.

Clark coos at you, “That’s it, baby. Gosh, you’re perfect… gonna make a great mom, y’know that?”

Her words help the coil in your gut start to snap. Your vision whites out so completely that for a minute, you see God.

“Oh, Clark! R-right there! Right the—”

She shoves forward, with the heavy pressure against your pubic bone triggering the reservoir within the dildo.

Right as you cum, the waves crash over your body and completely soak the silicone, it shoots deep into your hole, flooding you entirely.

The sudden pulsing rush of fluid makes you gasp, eyes snapping wide open. You shudder as Clark ensures that every drop doesn’t go to waste.

“Gotta make it stick, baby… need you pregnant.”

To muffle your cries, she uses her most effective trick: kissing you.

She maintains the relentless rhythm before gradually slowing down, allowing you to breathe again and placing your legs flat on the bed.

Your hands finally reached for her, pressing against her bare back, fingers splayed across it as she rested her forehead against yours.

She listened to your heart rate begin to settle with hers, effortlessly continuing to keep the silicone in you.

Eventually when Clark pulls out, remaining close, a gush of fluid leaks out of you.

Both of you look down at it, before breaking out in soft giggles. You flush hard, immediately hiding your head into the side of her neck.

She presses a kiss to your temple, her smile reflecting a sense of peace.