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Bent over on the couch of the bride suite, your flawless white dress is pushed up and pooled around your hips. Your own arousal runs down your legs as Clark’s fingers counter gravity to rub your slick back to your clit and your cunt. He pushes just one in, both of you groaning at the way you pulse around him.
“You know you’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony.” You try to scold him, but with how you’re panting he’s not going to take you seriously. He only confirms that thought when a dark chuckle pulls from his chest and his free hand covers the small of your back. There is no pressure there- though he can subdue you with easy, willingly- just possession.
You can’t see him in your position, trying to keep your hair and makeup safe, but you know for a fact that he’s dressed to the nines in his black suit and tie that matches his eyes. His hair is tamed, but you both know that you’re going to run out hands through it as soon as you get your hands on him. “That superstition doesn’t exist for Kryptonians. You’re just as greedy for me as I am for you, Darlin’. Don’t deny us both. I saw you this morning, spread out on my sheets with my cock buried inside you. We both know that we need this.” He pulls his finger out, adding a finger and curling before dragging them slowly.
He makes a shushing noise in response to your whine. “You can walk down the aisle to me, a vision of white with my cum staining your thighs. Wouldn’t you like that, baby? Such a vision, with my ring on your finger and my cum in your womb. All mine.”
As if it’s sentient, your finger warms under the metal of your finger. The precious colored sapphire that you swore he pried from the earth himself before letting someone else design is a heavy weight on your hand. Martha was so proud with how well he did, and even the intricate design on her own wedding band she passed down to Clark.
The ceremony today is filled with your closest family and few friends. You both don’t need more than that. A few people from your work and their loved ones, a few friends from the Daily Planet, and just a handful of the relatives between you both. So, the intimate gathering doesn’t really have a time frame as long as the guests are here and the bride and groom are ready.
At this point, you are not since your panties are at your ankles and your cunt is bared to the humid summer breeze.
You roll your hips, landing on his slacks that makes him hiss before he jerks his hips away before you can get your way. He clucks his tongue, moving himself away to knell behind you. He removes his fingers and his digits find his way into his mouth, telling by the hum that vibrates through the air before the emptiness you felt is replaced by his tongue.
You slap your hand over your mouth to hide the loud moan that flees from your chest. Voices carry through the air from the open window as guests circulate and catch up with each other other.
You whisper your lovers name as his tongue laps up the surrounding cream that paints your lips before he spears the muscle into your cunt again.
And he fucking.
Makes.
It.
Vibrate.
“Motherfucker, you’ve been holding out on me,” you hiss as you block another moan into the couch cushion- guests and makeup be damned.
A chuckle that adds to the sensations is his only response as his tongue traces patterns against your sensitive skin and fingers surround you clit to work you continuously up to your impending orgasm.
Delicate patterns that alternate between soft, teasing licks and punishing, pressured thrusts fill your mind with so much pleasure and makes your legs quiver. Your nipples are so sensitive and each thrust that moves your body closer to the cliff. You finally lift your head, speaking quietly as you’re mindful of the window that is opened. “I’m close.”
That’s all you have the capacity to say with the thin breath in your lungs, but Clark moves quickly to pull himself away from you, rush towards the wall and back to work on freeing his cock from it’s confines and into your body.
“Let me hear you,” he grunts his command as he pushes his hands onto your skin for leverage. The second he bottoms out, you lift your head to do exactly that with a moan that fills the room at a low rumble. It bounces off the furniture and echoes back to us in a perfect cadence, the room acoustic with it’s high ceilings.
Your voice is throaty as you speak to the man you’re supposed to walk down the aisle to in… five minutes ago. “Please, Clark.” You can plead and plead, but you know that he’ll give you what you need when you’re both ready.
A rough breath and heated voice speaks but it sounds foreign to your ears as lust floods your veins. He pulls out of you, holds for a second, slowly pushes his cock back in. His smooth head drags along your most sensitive walls that makes you shiver and twitch with each sensation he plays on your body.
“My love. My fiancé. My fucking wife.” He uses your body for his pleasure, your body gently handled as a human cock sleeve in the way that you love. One of his hands move from your hips to the bottom of your cunt and the other pulls at your throat so you’re suspended on his cock. You don’t have to do a single thing but enjoy the ride.
“You’ve made me so happy, my love. I’ll cherish you everyday. You’re everything to me, and for the rest of our days you’ll know how loved you are.”
You know that’s the truth, he shows you all the time.
Since he’s holding you, the leverage of the couch falls away and so does your dress. You’re sure that the elegant material is wrinkled oddly, but you can’t give a fuck. You’ll speak to Martha, somewhat embarrassed, that you need help before pictures are taken.
The drugging pressure doesn’t stop, and neither does your ferocity for each other. You’re moved up and down his cock in time to his thrusts that make you see starts. You begin and end with each other, and as of today you will for the rest of your lives.
“What a good wife, taking your husbands dick so good. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight, surrounding me as you take this cock like you own it.”
Desperate for the contact, you sink your painted fingers into his Your whimpers mix with his deep moans and just as tingles spread through your body in anticipation as your climax hits its peak with another push against your cervix and dragging to your g-spot.
Just as the pleasure rolls through you, greedily clamping down on his cock for the promise of being filled when you walk down the aisle, Clark hits his peak and your body is jerked flush with his.
Words from another language vibrate over your skin, the tone a praise and a balm to your soul as each sentiment is punctuated with a kiss. Slowly, with care of your dress, you’re laid over the arm of the couch to rest your body and fresh lingerie replace the old ones.
Even though he respects his mother and loves her dearly, you knew that he wouldn’t listen to her insistence of staying out of the suite. Kisses are placed all over your body as you come back to your senses.
On your ass after the new garments are slid into place, and keeping his promise of walking down the aisle full of his scent on your skin.
On your hips where small fingertips linger against your skin.
On your back as your dress is deftly zipped and buttoned.
On your hand before you’re pulled up.
The second you see your husband’s, or soon to be husband’s, face, it brings a shared, dreamy smile.
“We’re getting married today,” you whisper as tears fill your eyes.
“We’re getting married today,” he promises, his eyes just as bright as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips and walking out of the suite, having cleaned up enough to be presentable at some point.
Martha stands outside the door with her makeup caddy again, an amused grin on her face as she hits her son in the arms and yells at him to clean up before pulling you from the room to the bathroom to fix you up. You both work on your appearance with wild grins on your face, your cheeks a little red from the exercise and the accidental outing of sleeping with her son.
“I’m older, but I’m not blind, my dear.” She shoots you a look that sends your face beet red and has you fanning yourself as she laughs. “I want grand babies,” she whispers conspiratorially.
“I’d like you to have that. I’m very happy that I get you in this too.” Your mother-in-law offers you a smile that makes you miss your own mother, and all the more grateful for Martha’s presence.
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Saying “I do" to Clark was the most privileging thing you’ve been able to do in your life. Sitting in the chair right beside you, you survey the small cluster of people who joined your celebration. The ceremony was short, yet cherished, and dinner was filled with much of the same from your entourage.
Clark was never more than arms reach away from you, and it was something that sent pleasure down your spine. Being so close to him was a gift in itself, and he was practically radiating his emotions. Hands were held, hugs were given, and kisses were shared without any worries.
At some point you found yourself secluded on a bench with your husband -you still couldn’t believe it- while your guests entertained themselves for a moment.
“The Fortress has a library of texts, some that are still being translated for us. But when I asked, the bots were able to provide me with Kryptonian customs for weddings.” His voice is a mix of city and country, husky with emotions as he stares at you.
Your breath caught at the mention of his home planet. He shares with you everything he learns about the parents who gave him up for the better, some of it joyful and other parts heartbreaking. You fidget with a piece of lace on your dress, nodding for your nervous husband to continue.
“Much like today, marriage is taken place in a hall surrounded by loved ones. There is also an exchange. Bracelets signaling the marriage and commitment between the two parties were exchanged. Part of it represented the moons and deities of the planet, but mostly it was proof of commitment and love.” His nervous rambles continue as you watch Earth’s Savior dig his larger hand into his suit pocket.
“I’d like to honor both customs, Earth and Krypton, with our own spin on it. All bracelets of union are custom between parties and I can’t risk putting the House of El symbol on you so obviously, but I’d love for you to represent us in this way. All I do is dream about you, but I want to be able to look at my left ring finger and my right wrist and be reminded of this moment in time.”
The makeup that Martha had worked hard all day to salvage ran down your face as Clark pulled the pair of bracelets from his coat and presented them to you. They’re unique to each other yet exist as a pair.
The metal itself presents as a dark blue in the dim lighting, but glimmer like silver in the light. Small crystals litter the band in equal measures, enhancing the beauty of the bracelets despite the tiny size. You can’t tell the exact coloring of the embedded crystals, but it doesn’t matter.
They are perfect.
“It’s not made of Earth’s materials, but rather precious metals from Krypton. I’ve checked that they’re safe for you, and I’ve been assured numerous times that they aren’t a risk to you. No one knows how it works, or at least no one in the Fortress does, but once they go on it can only be removed with the consent of both parties. In most cases, taking it off is seen as a void of the marriage but with how you may need to on occasion, the vow will hold as long as the emotions do.”
“So we won’t be magically divorced if we remove them?” You ask as you trace the delicate jewelry with your finger. The smaller bracelet meant for you is dainty, something you wouldn’t notice was being worn but doesn’t negate how beautiful the piece is.
“We aren’t divorcing, from law or by stone. That’s not a thing.” Clark’s nerves translate into a panicked hiss that somehow brings a smile to your face despite his attitude.
“I love you,” you breathe in both reassurance and confirmation.
“You are the reason why I live. I love you on this planet, in this life, and whatever else I can.” There is no pleading in his words, just comfort in your affection and understanding. If you didn’t want to wear the bracelets, he would put the bracelets back in their hidden pocket and not mention it again with a gentle smile. But you want him to shine, his smile to be wide, and his love to be as evident for everyone else as it is for you.
Even if you hated the bracelets, you would never say no to him. Curiously, you ask if there is any procedure needed for the bracelets as you pick up the larger of the two. Clark’s smile grows as wide as it was at the alter, and you listen to his simple instructions as you bind each other in every way you can.
Finally, you’re left alone with your husband at the end of the night. Everyone else returned to their hotel rooms, drunk on the good times (or the wine) and left you alone with your husband just like you wanted.
You don’t bother holding your dress up, knowing that if you lost balance your husband would always catch you. Alone with each other, you sway back and forth in a slow dance to music of your hearts.