(WARNINGS- HEAVY SMUT/DADDY KINK)
“I don’t know what it is about him in all honesty. He’s just, hot? I guess.” You explained to your fiancé, Clark. The of you had been watching the news in bed. An odd tradition the two of you had started before you had gone to sleep. There was a online poll on Superman vs. Batman, and of course you were dying to tease Clark.
“Watch it. You’re treading on some mighty thin ice baby girl.” He playfully threatened.
“Honestly, I’m kind of curious what he looks like under that suit.” You wondered out loud, receiving a sharp glare from Clark .
“Watch it baby girl.” He repeated with a slight growl in his voice. You inwardly laughed. This was what you were trying to achieve. You loved getting him worked up.
“I bet he’s really sexy. I mean, you can see the outline of everything in his su-” You were cut off by Clark slamming his lips against yours in a heated kiss. You hadn’t realized how quick he had gotten worked up, in more ways than one.
“Why would you want to know what hides beneath his clothes when you can see what hides beneath mine?” He mockingly pouted, his fingers moving to lightly trace the curves of your hips. “Oh baby, do you know how annoyed you’ve made daddy?” He asked, his fingers slipping through the soft material of your sweatpant, teasing your soaked heat through your panties.
“Please. No teasing.” You pleaded, your facade cracking. You slowly began to thrust against his hand, desperately trying to create more friction.
“Hm,” he smirked, pulling his hand away, “It seems the tables have turned haven’t they? Come on baby, arms up.” He ordered. You obliged, letting him slide your top off easily, and he quickly followed himself. In your mind, you applauded yourself for not wearing a bra to bed.
“Do you think he could touch you like this?” Clark asked, his hands fondling with both your breasts, slightly squeezing your hardened nipples in between his fingertips. You shook your head, to caught up in his slow torture to speak. “Or this?” He asked again, sliding his hand into your underwear to rub your clit. He grinned once a small, breathy, moan left your lips. He managed to use his one hand to shimmy your pants down your legs, keeping his other focusing on you.
“Please daddy.” You managed to whisper.
“Please what baby?” He asked.
“Please fuck me.” You replied, placing your hands on the back of his head.
“Your wish is my command.” He said, placing soft kisses up your torso, before meeting your lips. You worked at his own pants, the zipper of his khakis not seeming to budge in your rush. He laughed, getting up to remove his trousers, along with his boxers, revealing his erect length. You softly moaned at the sight. Clark kissed you once more, before slowly removing your soaked panties from your legs, throwing them somewhere across the room.
“I love you.” He murmured, gently sliding into you, allowing you to adjust.
“I love you too.” You repeated, telling him to continue. He began with a slow pace, his thrusts short and meaningful. He wanted to make love to you, but you were too worked up for it.
“Faster daddy.” You moaned into his ear, knowing that it would change his mindset.
“God babygirl,” He groaned, his pace instantly increasing, “Do you even know what you do to me?”
His thrusts were no longer slow, but fast and full of lust. His groans in your ear only arousing you more than you already were.
“D-Daddy.” You moaned, as you felt a familiar warmth build in the pit of your stomach.
“Hold on baby. Not just yet.” He pleaded, thrusting at an impossibly faster rate. “Just a little more.” He groaned. You soon felt him slowly begin to relax underneath your hands.
“Come for me baby.” He whispered, before shooting his load into you. You cried out, his orgasm multiplying your own by a thousand.
You had rode out your orgasms, and once you both finally came down, Clark collapsed onto your body.
“Promise to never talk about him again?” He asked.
“If this is what happens when I do, I’m not sure I want too.” You giggled.
