clark kent's favorite act of indulgence. (soft yandere! clark kent x gn! reader)
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a/n: can be read as either top/bottom or afab/amab reader. it's written vaguely because it's meant to fit with your narrative. unless explicitly stated, there's no mention of the reader's genitals here, only clark's service kink. i also just had the brilliant thought of clark servicing a chronically ill reader with mobility problems and i think that can produce something really soft and really intimate.
on another note, clark kent is also the type to willingly service you every time of the day whenever you're too exhausted yourself. if you want to sit on his face for hours then he'll encourage you to while donning that beautiful, bright smile of his. lay all your body weight on top of the man, pull at his hair while his lopsided glasses slowly start to fall out of the picture. he'll be gripping your thighs tight while you ride him like a bull, nearly cumming untouched without your assistance because the thought of pleasuring you alone makes him so aroused.
all you need to get him riled up is just simply moaning and telling him he's being so good for you.
if you want him to stroke you to completion then he'll practice finding the perfect angle, the perfect timing, if you prefer it faster or slower, if you like it when he teases, if he sucks on skin or kisses the back of your ears, if he whispers his own set of praises, everythingβ just so he could worship your blissed expressions afterwards; clark feeling a warm buzz in his chest because there's nothing more intimate to him than just seeing your content face after another orgasm he helped make you reach.
once you're that deep into your relationship, clark would have probably mastered not just what positions make you come best but also how to care for you after sex. he insists he's got endless stamina β which he does! there's no denying that β so there's no need to worry about him when he's already on the move to get you as comfortable as possible.
also, there's nothing better than the imagery of you sprawled out in bed, with no need for the bothersome act of opening your mouth, ordering him to fetch you something because he's already got the bath prepared, lights dimmed, a glass of water and paracetamol on the nightstand, your favorite snacks to munch on, and the bedsheets changed before you could askβ all while he wears a huge grin, happy to be of service to you.
you can try your best to mention your guilt for not trying as hard as him in your relationship, and yet he shuts you down before a self-deprecating word can escape from you with just a kiss on your sweaty forehead, arms already interlaced with your waist as he's already set to swoop you in the bathroom to clean both of you up.
it's irritating how sometimes, you can't get a word out. or how he always seems to outpace you before you can care for him for a change. but you also notice just how much at peace he always looked humming, closed-eyed with a shining smile battling hundreds of sunsβ just fruitfully thinking by himself whenever he'd boil water for the cup of coffee or tea he's making for you.
how he glows brighter whenever you praise him, tell him he's always done a great job time and time again.
to clark, knowing your body is just as important as knowing you emotionally. it's a way to spiritually bind you two. he sees your body as a temple to worship. every muscle, fat, scar, mark, mole, or burnβ every inch of skin to him is as sacred as all the lives he's saved in his time as a hero. hence why every time it's his turn to pleasure you, he always makes sure to kiss every part of you he sees as beautiful, as praiseworthy, as deserving of veneration.
and that is, essentially, everything.
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