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Polaroid #1: Rehearsal Dinner.
Clark is up and moving around, socializing with everyone, while you're staying seated at the table. Today has been pretty socially draining for you, so Clark happily offered to fend off family members for a little while so you can have some decompression time. Your soon-to-be-husband is quite literally the best person on Earth, even outside of the suit.
You wave Lois, your maid of honor, over and discreetly hand her the first of five polaroid pictures of you in lingerie and some...compromising positions. They get spicier as they go, and you're so excited to see Clark's reaction to them. She takes the envelope from you and walks over to him, tapping him on the shoulder and handing him the envelope wordlessly.
Clark's eyebrows furrow as he looks back at you for a moment, and of course you shrug, pretending not to know. He hums to himself, his interest piqued as he opens it and pulls the picture out. His eyes widen at the sight of you in white lingerie, laying in bed, looking like an angel. He swallows harshly and wills himself not to get hard right here in front of all your family and friends.
You both mutually decided that, to make your wedding night even more special, you'd spend tonight in separate rooms. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that he's seen how freaking beautiful you look in this picture, it's gonna be a lot more difficult to stay away from you. He's already thinking of places to sneak away to...show you how incredibly sexy you are.
The conversation he was having is temporarily forgotten as he looks back at you again, smiling and shaking his head, tucking the photo back in the envelope.
He has a feeling there will be more to come tomorrow...
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Polaroid #2: The Morning Of.
As soon as Clark and his groomsmen get into their dressing room, he spots a little wrapped basket, automatically knowing it's from you. He smiles to himself and walks over to open it, all of the groomsmen gathered around to look. The two of you picked out a cologne and perfume for the other to wear, so his is in there, and it smells very good. Definitely different than what he usually wears, but all the guys agree that it's very much a you type of scent and perfect for your wedding day.
You also put in a few of his favorite snacks, plus some paper towels to wipe off his fingers after eating the Cheetos, and some of the best pictures of you as a couple and individuals. He finds a little card, plus a small pack of tissues to go along with it, and Clark knows that he doesn't stand a chance reading this. It's not super easy for him to cry, but once he does, it's over. He gets that from his Pa. Sure enough, tears are shed as he reads your heartfelt note, telling him how excited you are to finally be marrying him, how much you love him, your favorite memories with him thus far, and, of course, how eager you are to share the honeymoon suite with him tonight. He chuckles when he reads the line "god help whoever's in the neighboring rooms tonight."
After everyone starts to get casually ready, Lois knocks on the door and Jimmy immediately answers, already knowing what this is. He smirks and takes the envelope from Lois, bringing it over to Clark, giving him a little pat on the shoulder before the guys head downstairs to grab food.
Clark braces himself, already knowing it's gonna be sexier than the last one, since you're the one who chose both the pictures and the order in which they'll be delivered. He just knows you that well and knows that you'll be making this as deliciously torturous as possible for him. When he pulls the picture out, he lets out a quiet groan at the sight of you on your knees, looking up with your tongue out. Oh, you're gonna kill him...or get him hard beyond the point of return. Either one is a very real possibility right now.
He realizes that there's a little note in the envelope this time, so he pulls it out, laughing out loud at what it says, in your handwriting:
"Good luck today, baby. There's plenty more to cum - I mean come."
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Polaroid #3: The First Look.
Clark is standing out in the courtyard, shifting his weight from side to side and fidgeting nervously, waiting for you to come out in your wedding dress. He knows he's gonna cry, he knows that you're gonna look stunning, and he knows that he's gonna have a hard time not thinking about the polaroid from both last night and this morning. As soon as he sees Lois coming out, hands behind her back, he knows he's in trouble. Hopefully she waits until after the first look to give it to him, because if it's before, there's a chance he'll just pull you behind a tree and have you right there.
The door opens, and you step out of your dressing room, fully made up with your dress on. It feels like the air has been stolen from his lungs when he sees you, and as he predicted, you look absolutely stunning. He can't believe he gets to marry a woman like you, who's strong, smart, independent, funny, and the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on in his entire life. Tears quickly blur his vision the closer you get, and he quickly wipes them away before reaching for your hands. You're also trying desperately to hold it together, not wanting to mess up your makeup.
"You look..." he starts, letting his eyes roam your figure. "Wow, you look so beautiful. I-I can't look away."
You smile and run your hands over his suit, biting your lip so you don't cry.
"You really like it?"
He nods immediately, his hands resting on your hips.
"It's so perfect on you, my love."
Neither of you can resist a kiss, and he sighs against your lips as the photographer snaps pictures. He smiles.
"That picture from this morning...I can't stop thinking about it," he hums between kisses, pulling you closer. "Gosh, I love you so much."
You smile.
"Luckily, Lois has another one for you after this...and it's a good one."
He smiles widely as you pull away.
"I can't wait for more torture from my soon-to-be wife."
Once you head back into your dressing room to prepare for the ceremony, Lois hands him another envelope before heading in behind you. Clark takes a deep breath and looks at the picture, his eyes widening. This one is indeed a good one, and he all but gawks at the sight of you on all fours, looking back at the camera.
"Good gosh...she really is trying to kill me."
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Polaroid #4: Cocktail Hour.
Finally, finally, you're Mr. and Mrs. Clark Kent! The ceremony went well, you both cried a lot, and it was a beautiful moment for the two of you. You two planned a little cocktail hour after the ceremony to give the kitchen time for food prep and for the two of you to be able to have a moment or two to soak it all in before being swarmed by family and friends.
Lois comes over to Clark shortly after the ceremony ends, while you're in the bathroom, and hands him the second to last polaroid. He looks around to make sure no one can see it before peeking at it. Of course, this one is you laying back on the bed, your lower half now exposed, with your fingers in your mouth. A shiver goes up his spine and he has to close his eyes for a moment and center himself again, trying not to get hard. It has been a struggle all day, especially not having been with you last night.
When you come back out to the courtyard, he immediately pulls you into a little corner and kisses you deeply, his hands roaming your body, giving you a little squeeze on the ass.
"You're killing me," he mutters, smiling against your lips. "How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you all night?"
You chuckle and runs your hands over his chest.
"Mm, it has been hard for me too," you say. "You look so good in this tux..."
He kisses you again, then sighs, pulling back.
"We should go before someone finds us..."
Before you step away, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back against him, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"Just tell me now...how much am I gonna want to have you after this next polaroid?"
You smirk slightly.
"It's gonna be rough for you...it's pretty sexy."
He hums and shakes his head as you walk off towards the courtyard, watching you for a moment before running a hand through his hair. This is truly the sweetest torture he's ever been through...but he knows it's all gonna be worth it later when you two are finally alone.
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Polaroid #5: Cutting The Cake.
You laugh as you smear just a little bit of cake icing on the corner of Clark's mouth. He wouldn't dare mess up your makeup, so he stays on the safe side and just smears some on your lips, watching as you lick it off. He didn't think about the side effects of smearing it on your lips, but he's certainly not complaining at the little show. His lips press to yours as everyone claps and cheers.
Both of you grab forks and feed each other a bite of cake, which is absolutely delicious, as it should be, because you picked it out. Once you're done, you kiss again before Clark suddenly scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder. He cites taking you to clean up as the reason, but you both know it's probably going to end up being more than that.
When the two of you get into the bathroom and Clark flicks the lock, you're on each other immediately. You sigh against his lips as his arms wrap around you and pull you close, not wanting a single bit of space between your bodies right now. When he pulls back, you pull the final polaroid out of your dress, handing it to him, hoping it's not damaged. This one is the most explicit, with you laying back on the bed and fingering yourself, your face making an expression of pure ecstasy.
He tosses it onto the counter and starts kissing down your jaw to your neck, unable to help himself. He has been so incredibly patient since yesterday, and now that you're his wife, he just can't wait anymore.
"I need you," Clark whispers between kisses. "I can't wait until we get back to the hotel..."
You smile widely and nod, feeling the exact same way. You take his hand and slip it up under your dress as best you can.
"You don't have to...take me, Clark."
Clark grins as his fingertips brush over your lace panties.
"Whatever my beautiful wife wants."