Warnings| dilf!Clark Kent, adult!fem reader, outdoor-sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, stepcest + taboos, daddy kink (Clark actually refers to himself as “pa”), cheating, Clark has a slight southern accent, pet names such as (sweetpea, sweet girl, ect, are used but no y/n)
Sweat beaded and rolled down Clark’s divinely sculpted body, his skin tanned and slightly golden from working in the blazing heat for hours. His dark, curly locks were wet and dense, allowing them to stay in place after running his calloused fingers through them… The ol’ red flannel he usually sported was discarded long ago, hanging off lazily on one of the wooden fences, leaving him in only a distressed pair of work jeans with a red handkerchief in it's back pocket.
It was the hottest summer that Kansas had in recent years and you were instructed to give your stepfather a bit of relief to help the day go by just a bit quicker, but the chores of the farm were long forgotten and instead Clark found that lifting up your mud-stained skirt and stuffing his oversized cock into your cunt gave him far more relief than you taking a few tasks off his lists.
Besides, Clark was strong as a herd of oxen, he didn’t really need your help to be able to complete anything by sunset. Though, he’d admit it was cute watching you try to move a haystack a little too big for you, only for you to then fall flat on your face with your ass straight in the air. Why’d you think it was a good idea to wear a skirt with no safety shorts when you’re supposed to be doing heavy labor. His face immediately flushed upon seeing your pair of tiny blue panties with his “S” printed on the back, at most he should’ve just thought it was sweet that you owned some of his memorabilia then looked away as quickly as possible while you got yourself up…but that’s not what happened. He couldn’t look away. The imprint of your slightly wet pussy was in his underwear too enticing to ignore and his mind (and hands) went somewhere it shouldn’t.
His breathing hitched and Clark grabbed onto the fencing on either side of you, stopping for a moment to steady himself before he could continue. He was extremely sensitive from not being regularly intimate with your parent for months and it was horrible to think, surely he would be guilt ridden about it later but how could he ever go back when you felt like this? “S—sorry, sweet pea. Just tryin’ to adjust to ya’. ” You were all too much for him and he threatened to ejaculate early if he didn't take a second to adjust to the new feeling of something wrapped so tightly around him. You could feel his cock twitch and pulsate inside of you, your body only adding to his arousal as its juices dripped around it.
He let out a shaky huff then started deep, intense thrusts. It's slow at first then rapidly picks up speed as he found a pacing he could comfortably go at. Yanking on the old ropes secured tightly around your wrists, he forced your body up right and pressed your back against his chest. The change of position forced his cock deeper into your womb, hitting a spot that made you whine his name all pathetically. “That feels good? Tell pa’ how good it is.” The heavy scent of sun-dried hay, musk, and a faintness of cologne radiated off of him as he tucked his head in the crook of your neck. Thick saliva drooled from his mouth as he gave opened-mouth kisses on your sweet spot.
"Hopefully I’ll get to taste you next-" he let out a stifled moan. His pace slowed. Ramming his hips deep into yours over and over. The pleasure nearly sending him over the edge "-you’d want that?" He breathed out into you ear. The beaming sun just made everything that much more intense, even Clark was panting, struggling to catch his breathe. Your bodies were practically glued together by the sticky sweat, amplifying the heat by at least another fifty degrees.
He didn't seem to even mind as the disgustingly sweet taboo of the situation only made him pound you harder. How could be think about how wrong this was or how bad it’d be for him if you got caught when the pleasured cries of his favorite girl and the sharp sounds of your bodies slapping together clouded his brain? What a lewd sight for anyone to whiteness on such a beautiful green pasture.
His heavy balls, tightened while his pretty blue rolled to the back of his head, showing only the whites."F'—I’m so clo—..ngh.."
You cursed out his name and some other things while reaching your own climax but Clark’s brain was off and too drunk off your pussy to remember that he probably should be talking you through this or at the very least be attempting to pull out but doing anything other than continuing to milk himself was off the table at this point. There's no warning, not like he was in any condition to give one, when he pumps his endless milky white ropes into your swollen cunt.
It takes him only a few moments to recover and for the high of summer sex to wear off before he looks down at the mess he’s (literally) in. The guilt of his actions are quickly settling in as he hears the sound of your parent’s car making its way down the long dirt road to the house. He’s rushing you out of your post orgasm haze to make sure you’re okay then wrapping his flannel around your waist to hide the cum thats making its way down your thighs. “—Go along inside and go straight upstairs, okay? I’m going to stay outside and finish up until supper. And you promise pa’ to keep our bonding session from today a secret? Right, sweet girl?”
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