jade

clark kent x fem!reader

content: fluff, sub!clark, slightly smutty, reader is a rich ceo bosswoman ofc, hints of praise kink, mommy kink

househusband!clark would:

get up way earlier in the morning so that he’ll have plenty of time to make your delicious, specially curated breakfast which would include heart shape pancakes or french toast with freshly cut up fruit.

He’d wear his kitchen apron, one of many aprons you have bought for him, and it has his embroidered initials in Superman coloring. He’ll sometimes only wear his apron and pajama pants, knowing how much you like to see his form on display.

househusband! clark would:

Have the dining table set with all the tableware and utensils, perfectly placed for breakfast and all meals, of course. But if you’re feeling unwell or not going into work, he brings you breakfast in bed with the cutest smile on his face.

househusband!clark would:

help you get ready for work every morning without fail, although you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself. He’d have your suits, dress pants, pencil skirts, etc., all thoroughly cleaned and ironed for you. He’d have your outfit laid out in the huge, walk-in closet all ready to wear the next day.

If you’re going with a suit jacket, he’d be quick to help you put it on and adjust it for you. If you’re wearing a skirt or dress, he’ll carefully zip up the back for you while pressing soft kisses along your neck because he can’t help himself.

He’ll urge you to sit on the ottoman in the closet as he goes down on his knees to help put on your sharp Louboutin heels, which he definitely polishes every month. Before he slips on a heel, he’ll take your manicured foot and give it a gentle smooch. Oh, how he loves to worship you.

househusband!clark would:

admire you once you’re done getting dressed and grow flustered as a string of compliments fly out of his mouth.

“Gosh, honey, you look so gorgeous as always.” “Oh golly, that skirt makes you look so sexy.” “Gee, when I see you dressed like this, I feel like I’m dreamin’.”

househusband!clark would:

feel himself grow hard at the praises you’d give him in those moments. Every “thank you, baby” and “that’s my good boy” would make him melt.

He’d fix your tie for you as well and use the proximity to finally kiss you on the lips. He’s always so desperate for your affection, and you give in a little before assuring him he’ll have your undivided attention after work.

househusband!clark would:

spend the day handling Superman duties, then use his lightning speed to finish all chores before you return home. Not that you needed him to do all the grocery shopping and cleaning because you could easily afford a maid and a personal chef. However, he insisted that all he truly desired was to be a dedicated househusband to you. Completely and utterly obedient to your every word.

househusband!clark would:

wait for you ever so patiently every time and give you a warm welcome as soon as you set foot inside your luxury home.

he’d immediately take your purse and coat, helping you discard anything preventing you from being comfortable at the moment.

“Long day, honey?” he’d ask while he’s already taking off your heels and massaging your legs and feet.

househusband! clark would:

jump for joy after you say he can shower with you, even though you let him every time. How could you say no to your cutie pie of a husband?

Once you're in, he’s using his big hands to wash your scalp and cup your curves covered in soap. He would beg to eat you out, telling you how much it would help you relax after a long day of running the company. Telling you how much he wants to take care of you and make his mommy feel good.

househusband!clark would:

help you dry off afterward and get ready for bed. He’d curl up beside you on the comfy mattress and lie his head on your chest while you do your nightly reading.

And finally, he would try to wait to fall asleep with you, but always ends up dozing off first when you start giving him head scratches.

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househusband!clark kent x fem!ceo!reader

content: +18, handjob, praise kink, semi-public sex, office sex, male whimpering, sub!clark, slight footjob (heeljob?), porn w/o plot, mommy kink, dacryphilia, petnames (honey, baby)

⊹★﹕a/n: again can be read as standalone but same reader from previous househusband!clark works :3 ima make a collection atp

wc: 800+

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You’re lying back comfortably on your taft swivel chair, trying not to laugh at the pathetic sight in front of you. Clark’s huge frame leans against your mahogany desk for support as your six-inch heel rubs his hard-on. His slacks are on the floor, briefs still on as you poke and prod his fat bulge. His white button-up is undone, and his tie is barely hanging on.

He’s sweating bullets trying so hard not to bust, although there are pre-cum stains already. His hair is a fluffy, curly mess as it’s been run through several times while you mercilessly toyed with him.

You sneer at his lip biting and attempts to stifle his moans out of fear your employees will hear, knowing one could come knocking at any moment. You didn’t care, hell, it gave you a high like no other. Risk having your secretary see you make your husband a whimpering mess? What’s not to like?

It’s only been two minutes—you’ve been checking your silver Rolex—and his knuckles are white from the restraint. “Please, hon, I’ll be good, I swear—uugh!” his voice cracks, and a moan slips from his mouth.

“Uh-uh, you gotta hold it, baby. I don’t reward promises.” you sternly remind him, eyes dark as you admire his huge erection taut against the confines of his tightie whities.

The office phone suddenly goes off. Clark whines from the loss of friction when you slowly bring your leg down. Your fingers hover over the machine for a second before a new idea dawns on you.

His breath hitches when you palm him. With the other hand, you bring the office phone closer and scoot towards him.

“If you stay quiet while mommy’s on call, I’ll let you come after,” you whisper. His eyes light up all the way, and his dick twitches at the thought of your lips around him. “Think you can do that for me, sweetie? Hmm?”

“Y-yes yes, of course!” he pleads, nodding up and down, so needy and desperate for your actual touch.

You press the answering button and exchange pleasantries with the president of your sister company. With your manicured hands, you pull his briefs down, springing his cock free. God, was he big. The sheer size of it never failed to amaze you.

He clasps a hand over his mouth when your fingers wrap around it, nearly exploding right then and there. You jerk his throbbing length deliberately slow at first and never break eye contact. He utters a soft groan, already breaking his promise.

Clark’s eyes are completely shut, and his mouth falls agape when you rub his slit. Good grief, why must you torture him like this? He’s really hoping your secretary or anybody, for that matter, doesn’t walk in. On the other hand, he’s hoping they do. Goodness, the humiliating thought, paired with you rubbing his cock at this pace, makes him hazy. He feels hot everywhere, cheeks absolutely flushed.

“Oh, Clark? He’s amazing! Yeah, no, couldn’t ask for a better husband. He’s so good to me. How’s your wife, John?” You smirk at him throwing his head back at the praise.

His pants and huffs start to get louder when you rub his slit and cup his balls at the same damn time. You’re still talking about how your weekend went while caressing his heavy sack. You give them a light squeeze as a warning, but he’s too lost in feeling. Too overwhelmed. He looks at you with the cutest, tearful eyes.

He swears he’s seeing stars when you stroke him faster; he can’t hold off any longer. “Good golly!” he cries out. He’s bucking into your grip, and he’s a moaning mess, babbling all kinds of nonsense.

“Ughh, mommy, please!” he sobs, and you can’t help but feel a little bad. He just looks so cute like this, in shambles because of you. Ultimately, you decide to show some mercy.

“Come for me.”

Like a string snapping, his vision goes black, and his white cum shoots out when you utter those three words. You completely forget you’re on the phone, busy milking your man dry.

“Let it out, baby,” you coo.

“Fuck..” he exhales as you proceed to stroke. His uncharacteristic cursing made you snicker. He truly is a cutie, especially with that tear-stained face.

His cum squirts all over your clean blazer and exposed cleavage. But you don’t mind. You jerk him until his chest heaving slows and he’s back on Earth.

“Wanna be a good boy and clean up the mess you made?”

“Gosh, yes!” he groans, then drops to his knees before you. Even when kneeling, his head is in perfect alignment with your breasts.

Like a thirsty dog, he licks and licks in between your tits, wiping you clean. The line abruptly disconnects, and you remember you were on a call with John.

“Seems like John didn’t like us very much.”

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(frick i realize there's so many typos... sorry guys... i'm like half asleep)

(again ignore time on top pls guys 😞😞)

Author's note: this is cute

Warning: N/A