[ SMUT WARNING: well, MASTURBATION WARNING I guess technically. don't want it? don't read it.

and my eyes were literally closing for sleep as I proof read this ]

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THIS IS MY SON, YOU KNOW?

THREE days had passed, and Millie was still miserable. So miserable, in fact, that Perry let her stay home and out of the public eye so that the 'Superman's Super Slut' business could die out with the news cycle — she just had to turn in fluff pieces that would be in the back of the paper near the comic section.

Millie had wallowed in her sorrow while also letting Superman visit her each night. And as they hung out, he got more comfortable in her living space. He didn't mind going to her cabinet for a snack or grabbing the remote to turn the TV volume down because his hearing was sensitive. She and the hero were getting along quite swimmingly, something almost domestic about the way that they interacted with each other.

It helped that he pulled back on the flirting a bit, knowing how sensitive she was about it after they'd been caught together.

But Superman wasn't there now as Millie sat alone on her couch, watching some trashy talk show that was circulating fluff pieces about her life back in Central City — they even showed her god awful Senior Portrait where she was having a major bad hair day.

As she raised a spoonful of vanilla ice cream to her mouth, there was a knock on her door, which confused her because she hadn't invited anyone over. After a second, she got up and want to answer it, surprised to see Jimmy, Lois, and Clark on the other side with gentle smiles on their faces.

"What are you guys doing here?" Millie asked with a confused frown.

"Well, we know how upset you've been," Lois said in a gentle tone. She also raised her hands, showing off the two six packs that she had. "So, we brought beer since you can't buy it—"

"And Mario Party!" Jimmy added, lifting up his bag with his Nintendo Switch in it proudly.

"That's really sweet, you guys," she said with a soft smile. "But I'm not really up to company yet, I don't think."

Jimmy's grin widened. "Which is why we brought—"

He paused for dramatic effect as Clark leaned down and picked up something that had been hiding behind Lois. And at seeing the white dog, Millie instantly perked up.

"Krypto!" she squealed, reaching for him.

And as soon as he saw her waiting arms, with his tongue hanging out, Krypto wrestled his way out of Clark's arms and jumped to Millie — it was a long jump, and maybe he flew for half a second, but she didn't notice. She was too busy giggling as he licked all over her face, just excited to see her again as she was him.

Clark watched them with an adoring smile on his handsome face, glad that his plan to cheer Millie up had worked — there was only so much he could do as Superman. He needed to make an effort as Clark as well, and clearly, Krypto was the way to Millie's heart.

"Come on in," Millie said, now beaming as she carried Krypto over to the couch. "But I must warn you — Mario Party is a life or death game with me."

Clark raised an eyebrow as he followed the others inside. "Don't you think you're being a little dramatic with that kind of talk?"

Millie huffed and looked at him quite seriously — and sensing the mood, Krypto also looked at him seriously. "You better not get selected for my team during any of the mini games, Kent. 'Cause your ass seems like it's horrible at video games."

"He really is," Lois said with a smirk, moving to sit on the couch as Jimmy began setting up the game. "I hope you yell at him."

"Oh, I'd never yell at Clarky," Millie said with a sweet smile. "But doesn't mean I won't make fun of him if he sucks."

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Game night was... chaotic. And there was yelling on all sides.

"Oh, my god, you stole my star!"

"Press the button faster, Clark!"

"What happened to not yelling at me?"

"Fucking goddamn you, Lois! I needed those coins!"

"Gosh, I don't like this mini game!"

"I don't care who wins. I just need Millie to lose!"

"Well, screw you too, Jimmy!"

By the time it was over — well, the first game because they were definitely going to start a new round — all of them were having a great time. A few pizzas were delivered halfway through, and after Clark finished an entire meat lovers, Millie let him have some of her Hawaiian pizza even though he complained that it was gross.

During their break, Lois was calling up her girlfriend to check on her, as she worked nights. And Jimmy was just rearranging the rules for the next playthrough. Millie was in the kitchen, feeding pepperoni to Krypto, who was up on the countertop, his tail wagging happily.

Clark leaned against the fridge, his arms crossed as he smiled contently at them.

"You're spoiling him," he pointed out, pushing off the fridge and leaning against the other side of the counter, it and Krypto separating him from Millie.

"He deserves it," Millie insisted, kissing the top of Krypto's head. "This is my son, you know?"

Krypto, understanding even if she didn't know it, let out a happy bark that Clark swore meant he was agreeing. It made him roll his eyes playfully, trying to ignore how his heart warmed at the thought.

"I'm gonna get a dog bed to keep here and everything," Millie went on, grabbing more pepperoni. "And soon, Krypto will never wanna leave."

"He already doesn't want to leave," Clark said while pushing his glasses up. Then he cleared his throat a bit. "Not that I blame him, Sunshine."

Millie looked at him with a shy smile — she always liked Clark's subtle and soft flirting. It made butterflies swarm in her stomach just like the nickname did.

"You're not so bad either, Kent," she told him. "In fact, you're kind of my favorite person in Metropolis."

He raised a dark eyebrow, surprised. "Aren't you friends with Superman?"

"He'll cry about it but survive," she said with a teasing smile before focusing on Krypto.

Clark studied her for a second, taking in her short hair that was pulled back into two messy, tiny pig tails. She only wore a S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt and some sleep shorts, but he still thought she looked beautiful as ever.

"Are you free tomorrow?" he found himself asking with no plans of what to say if she said she was free.

Instantly, Millie pouted at him, feeling like she wanted to curl up and die. Because Clark seemed like he was gonna ask her out on the one day she wasn't available.

"I'm actually not," she huffed. "Heading back to Central City for the day. Gonna get the last of my things and pay a visit to my friends."

"Oh, well, I hope you have a safe trip," he said, hiding how disappointed he was. "I just thought maybe we could take Krypto on a walk together."

"Hmm, he is tempting enough to consider canceling," Millie cooed while playing with Krypto's paws, who was very invested. Then she sighed dramatically, like she was greatly inconvenienced. "But I've got to see the Flash. He got bruised up pretty good in his last fight. Need to yell his ear off about not being careful enough."

"Yeah, I read your article summarizing the fight," he nodded. Since she covered Metahuman news, that included any huge disturbances that happened in other cities. "Glad no one got seriously hurt."

"I hate I'll miss that walk, though," Millie said, looking up at him as she leaned forward on the counter. "Maybe some other time?"

Clark mirrored her position, leaning his elbows on the counter and still towering over her even while bending down. "You can count on it, Sunshine."

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The following morning, Clark rolled over and groaned when he heard a buzz come from his silenced phone. It wasn't that he wasn't a morning person — he was always up at sunrise and ready for the day — but sunrise was still a good fifteen minutes away.

His arm reached for his phone on the nightstand as he peeled his tired, blue eyes open to read the incoming text. Thought instantly, he perked up, seeing that it was a good morning text from Millie — he was surprised she was up that early before remembering she was heading to Central City for the day.

After unlocking his phone, he laid eyes on the text, reading it before looking at the picture attached with it.

Millie ☀️
Morning!
Just a little reminder
so you never forget.

He tilted his head curiously before studying the picture, only to swallow thickly at what he saw.

It was a mirror selfie of Millie, fog hiding away most of the view — a sign she'd just gotten out of the shower. But in the fog, she'd traced a small heart and scrawled Clark's name inside of it. However, right next to it was a much larger heart with Krypto's name in it.

And that might've made him smile if not for the fact that he could make out the fabric of her bra, just nearly revealed by the shapes and letters drawn in the foggy mirror.

Familiar crimson entered his view, his eyes following the thin, lacy strap, seeing the very top of a translucent cup before the condensation blurred the image once more.

Clark bit his lip hard and his eyes innocently slid to his nightstand, knowing just what was hiding away inside. And just to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, he reached for it, slowly pulling the drawer open and taking out the red underwear that he'd been thinking a little bit too much about since being gifted it.

He ran his thumb over the silky material before holding it next to his phone, comparing the identical color of the underwear and bra from the photo. And when he saw that it was a matching set, he groaned and threw his head back against his pillow, clutching the balled up underwear tightly in his fist.

How was he meant to go about his day knowing he had the other half of the set that Millie was wearing? And why, oh why, hadn't she sent a clearer photo of just how that bra fit on her?

Clark quickly screwed his eyes shut, knowing he shouldn't think of her like that. But he couldn't help it — not when it came to her.

Would he be able to make out perky nipples through the thin fabric? Could she feel his warmth through it if he cupped her chest — or better yet, if he sucked on her breast through the material, earning a beautiful, breathy moan? And Clark just knew the fabric would rip so effortlessly.

He almost smiled, picturing her complaining so easily if he were to do just that. And he'd shut her up with a sloppy, desperate kiss, promising to buy her a hundred other pairs with the intent to rip them too. Anything to get her naked and underneath him.

Fuck.

He was getting so hard just thinking of Millie. It wasn't the first time — it wouldn't be the last either. But he usually rushed to get a cold shower when it happened, not wanting to even think of disrespecting Millie by thinking of her like that.

But now, as his eyes fell back on the picture of her in the mirror, as he soaked in the small patches of exposed skin revealed by her drawings, he couldn't help himself. The Man of Steel was still just that — a man.

With his brows furrowed, Clark slowly slid the hand still holding Millie's underwear down his bare stomach, sighing as the soft feeling of the fabric against his skin. Only for his touch to stop once he reached his covered crotch with a growing tent beneath his boxer briefs.

He palmed himself slowly, bucking up a bit as he did so, just applying the smallest bit of pressure to tease himself — something told him Millie would like to tease.

And though Clark was patient, he wasn't in this instance, so it wasn't long before he'd pushed his underwear down his thick thighs, freeing an already aching cock. He watched himself intently as he rubbed Millie's underwear back and forth over his length, watching it grow underneath his touch. Then he rolled it over his tip, the material of the lace making him suck in a harsh breath as it soaked up the bead of precum that had gathered from his slow and deliberate touches.

It wasn't long at all, as Clark sped up and adjusted his grip on himself, before he was a mess — and it took a lot to make Superman breathless. His hand moved back and forth quickly as he turned his head and moaned into the pillow lowly, trying to remain quiet even though he knew his neighbors weren't the ones with enhanced hearing.

With every twitch and throb and pulse of his cock in his hand, Clark raced toward his end. He didn't need a mirror to know his face was flushed and the veins in his neck were strained as he breathed heavily. Then, as he thrusted forcefully up into his hand, he came hard, his eyes rolling back for a second as he did so.

He shut them tightly, too ashamed to watch how Millie's underwear soaked up the warm cum that was spilling out of him.

But given that he had to face the music, he finally peeled them open, taking in the mess he'd made just as the sun was rising outside his window.

The red fabric was darkened, stained with his release. And something deep in Clark wanted to see Millie wearing them just as they were. He wanted to brush his hard cock against her covered core again and again to watch as her own slick coated the material, combined with his in one sinful mess.

And just the thought of that had him hard again, making him groan as he rolled over onto his stomach, face in the pillow. He was sort of hating the fact that Kryptonians didn't have any sort of refractory period — nor did he get tired, truly.

She didn't know it, but Millie had gone and made Clark useless for the entire damn day. And Clark, who was horrible at laundry, knew he wasn't ever going to get those stains out by the time he was done with her underwear.