Where Gold and Blue Meet You
Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Mutant!AFAB!Reader x Clark Kent
Summary: You work as a freelance photographer at the Daily Planet. When you, Clark and Lois get sent to New York to interview the newly debuted 'New Avengers' it reveals secrets, sparks unlikely friendships, and possibly new beginnings between you and the two blue-eyed superhero's, that is, if you can get past your own secrets that you're hiding.
Warnings: MDNI!!!, SMUT, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, talk of death and a car accident, misunderstanding, pining, eventual!poly!relationship, unprotected p in v, double penetration, threesome, belly bulge, hair pulling, breast play (light), consensual choking, consensual biting, orgasm denial, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, softdom!Clark, switch!Bob, switch!Reader, reader is avoidant and oblivious, Bob is a sarcastic lil shit, Clark is just confused and happy to be here, strangers to friends to lovers, friends to lover, Use of (Y/N) (L/N), reader described as having hair
Word Count: 11.4k (wtffff, my longest fic ever)
Masterlist
“Kent, Lane, (L/N)!”
You jumped up from your desk at hearing your name, almost spilling your coffee, when Clark quickly saved it, catching it before it tipped over.
Clark was always at the right place at the right time, always catching papers that went flying off your desk. One time he even saved your very expensive camera lens from certain death as you were hurrying to put it on for an assignment, only for it to slip through your fingers as you watched 400$ fall before your eyes, and for it to be magically caught by Clarks large hands.
Since then, he’s been your very own superhero. He always responded to your appreciative 'thank yous' with bashful 'no biggies', hiding his shy smile as he pushed his head down into his paperwork.
It totally didn’t mean that you had a crush on him. Definitely not.
No way.
Well.
Maybe.
You smiled at him, embarrassed, before Perry continued, cigar hanging from his teeth.
“You’re on the first flight out to New York! We got interviews with that New Avengers wanna be group out in Manhattan!”
Clark raised his pen, “Well, I think they are techn-”
“I don’t care what they technically are or are not Kent, I just need you guys to head out there ASAP. Lane, Kent, start writing those questions. (L/N), get that camera ready, I want a really good shot of them in full battle gear.” Before any of you can respond or retort Perrys claims, he was already heading back to his office, slamming his door shut.
The three of you stand still for a moment before clumsily rushing to grab your things, heading straight for the airport.
The flight was quick and painless. The three of you were able to secure a row to yourselves, Lois taking the window, claiming that she was gonna get some sleep while she can, Clark taking the aisle and you taking the middle not because you wanted too, but it felt like a crime to make the 6ft5 tank that Clark is to have to be squished in the middle seat.
Clark mainly worked on the questions, often throwing ideas at you, and you offering your own suggestions. They weren’t the best, but hey, you weren’t the journalist here now where you.
To be completely honest, you were trying your best to keep your cool being in such close proximity to him. Sure, you were desk partners at work, but that’s different than being elbow to elbow in a pressurized plane. You also didn’t want to risk your mutation coming out to play. You could alter people's emotions and actions at the slightest touch. You could make someone rob a bank for you by just having your hand on their arm and thinking it in your mind.
You’d gotten a pretty good hold of it (shout out to Professor X), but your control still sometimes slipped when your emotions were heightened, like they were now.
Shaking the worry out of your shoulders, you talked to Clark about what he would ask the New Avengers, “Don’t you think you should address the elephant in the room? I mean- Senator Barnes was literally supporting the campaign to impeach Valentina, and now he’s working for her? Doesn’t seem right.”
Clark shot you a half smile as he wrote in his notes, “No, yeah, that’s a fair question, I just don’t think it’ll be approved by their PR team to be completely honest with you. I mean, they set up this interview to get good press, right?”
Nodding along at his words, you asked, “What do you think of them? Like, personally?”
Clark hummed, fiddling with his glasses, “I mean, I don’t know. I know they sometimes work with Superman, and he’s said they seem to be a good team”
“You spoke with Superman? About the New Avengers?”
Clark slightly stumbled over his words, voice now a little higher, “Um, yeah, yeah, I have. And you know, Superman seems like a cool guy, always doing what he can to help the people. And I mean, I trust him, so I’m sure he’s a good judge of characters”
You nodded at him as he went back to writing. You leaned back against your seat, closing your eyes as you tried to keep your nerves in check. You weren’t gonna lie, you were a bit freaked out at the idea of meeting the group you’d heard so much about in the news, but you were confident you'd be able to keep your nerves in check.
You were not keeping your nerves in check; you were trying so hard not to freak out at the situation you found yourself in.
Here you were in the Watchtower, camera in hand, ready to take some career defining pictures of the New Avengers as they were being interviewed. Clark and Lois handled everything on that end while you stood in the background, very casually taking some candid pictures of the newly established team.
You brought the camera to your eyes, watching the group as they talked. Your lens moved from Lois speaking adamantly to Yelena, while Alexei stood behind her, nodding excitedly and frequently interrupting every time the Russian got excited about some detail or another.
Moving on, you focused on Clark, who questioned John, Ava, and Bucky about the public reception concerning their most recent mission.
Your focus moved solely onto Clark, zooming the camera in, giving you a high definition look at his smile, the way his eyes lit up as he spoke so passionately about whatever the conversation moved onto. Without thinking, your camera moved to trace the outline of his shoulders, his arms, trailing to his jawline, and then landing on his lips.
Damn, you thought, imagine being wrapped up in those arms. They are so big, What the hell is his workout routine? And those lips. Imagine kissing, biting those lips-
“Whatcha doin?”
You jumped a foot in the air as you turned to the voice, heart plummeting as the camera came loose from your hands, but it was quickly caught in the hands of another. Looking up at your camera’s savior, the first thing you noticed was blue eyes staring into your soul. While Clarks were piercing bright, these were as deep and dark as the ocean.
Blinking the thought out of your mind, you took in the stranger’s face, only to realize that he’s no stranger at all, not really. Standing in front of you was the Sentry, otherwise known as Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Mr. Reynolds -”
“Please, don’t call me- just, call me Bob” Bob quickly cut you off as he handed you the camera with a small smile. Face breaking out into a grin, you nodded as you hurriedly grabbed your camera.
“Bob, I’m um, here to photograph everyone for the Daily Planet.”
“Oh, you’re here with Lois and Clark.”
You were a little surprised he referred to Lois and Clark on a first-name basis but nodded, nonetheless.
“Yeah, I am! Ummm, you know what, since you’re here…” you hesitated, eyeing him and tall glass windows that provided the perfect golden hour lighting.
Bob followed you eye line, head turned to the side in question, “What?”
“Well, I’ve gotten pictures of everyone else, and Perry would totally have my ass if I didn’t at least get one picture of you...” You trailed off with hopeful eyes.
Bob chuckled lightly, reaching his hand out for yours, “Okay, but I’m not wearing the suit.”
You stared at his hand for a second, heart skipping a beat before you recovered, slowly meeting his hand in a firm shake, “Deal.”
Just as you’re about to get him in position for your photos, you were cut off by a screeching voice coming from across the room.
“-Now that’s not a nice question!” Alexei said, arms crossed over his chest.
“Dad-”
“No, it’s not! We help people- Clark! You were there! Stand up for your fellow comrades with these insulting questions!”
Clarks eyes were bulging, face completely surprised as the scene unfolded in front of everyone, in front of you.
“Alexei-” Lois tried to interrupt, but she failed against the booming Russian whose voice shook the building.
You walked closer to the scene, trying to comprehend everything the Russian was bellowing out as Bob trailed not far behind you.
“Come on Superman! You know dis is not fair!”
“Superman?”
It was as if the whole building fell quiet at your voice.
Clarks’ eyes were closed in slight frustration, now another person knew his secret.
Lois found out purely because she put it all together, being the journalist she is. He told the New Avengers because there was comradery between them all working together. Maybe he should’ve thought twice before telling Alexie.
He also may have been influenced by the fact he wanted to hear some doe eyed brunette call him by ‘Clark’ instead of Superman, but he’d never admit to that. Never.
He never planned on your finding out like this either. Or ever, really. He didn’t want you all wrapped up in this superhero stuff, no matter how much he liked you.
Truth is, Clark has been crushing on you for a good year now, but too scared to act on his feelings, and he was confused. Very confused, because while you made his heart skip a beat, the man behind you had the same effect on him. And he didn’t know if he had it in him to choose.
“Ummmm…” Clark didn’t know what to say, mouth opening and closing like his brain forgot how to speak.
“Good going Alexei! Now we have ANOTHER person who knows Clark’s secret! Clark, I’ve told you, you're too trusting” Lois scolded him, her arms crossed over her chest.
Clark closed his eyes, his hands formed into fists at his side in frustration, “Yes, yes, I know Lois.”
“Wait, you knew?” you asked pointing in between her and Clark. Voice slightly dejected
Of course she knows, the obviously have something going on
“Well yeah it was obvious-”
“She found out by accident, I swear!” Clark quickly interrupted her, almost as if he could read your mind and he wanted it to be known that there was nothing going on between him and the reporter, “Honestly never planned on anyone other than other heroes knowing to be honest.”
You nodded, feeling slightly better at the fact he didn’t intentionally tell Lois, but still a little miffed, “Ok,” before turning to Alexei, trying to send him a stern look, “You really need to work on your secret keeping skills, Mr. Shostakov.”
Alexei laughed, before quickly tossing you into a hug, your feet no longer on the ground as you yelped in surprise, trying to grab onto anything you could, “I like this one, she very nice, very respectful! She call me Mr. Shostakov!”
Clark and Bob both rushed forward, trying to save you from the super soldier’s arms.
“Alexei don’t-!”
“You can’t just-”
“Dad! Put the photographer down before Bob and Clark have an aneurysm.”
Completely unfazed, Alexei plopped you down, Bob’s hand on your arm as Clark put his hand on your lower back, both at your sides ready to steady you.
“oof…thanks”
“N-no problem, sorry about him,” Bob responded, hand now at your side.
“You sure you’re good?” Clark asked, rubbing soothing circles in your back as he did. You almost flinched at the touch but stopped yourself before anyone could notice.
“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, brain short circuiting realizing how close you were sandwiched between the two.
Bobs eyes were on you, ghosting over where Clark’s hand was on your back.
Huh he thought interesting
“Well, now that that’s over and done with, can we please get back to the interviews so we can be done with this bloody thing!” Ava said, annoyed at the interruption, but casting the three of you a look with amused eyes, a small smirk on her face as the three of you jumped apart.
“Right!”
“Yeah!”
With that, everyone jumped back to work, Clark giving you and Bob both slightly awkward pats on the back before jumping back into the interviews.
Bobs eyes were flickering between the two of you, your dynamic. He wasn’t gonna lie and say he hadn’t been crushing on the Kryptonian for a while. He thought the feelings might be mutual, with the not so subtle glances, their late-night talks that lasted until the early mornings, and with how they seemed to gravitate towards each other in a crowded room, but he can see the shift in Clarks body language when you’re around.
He had been in the background throughout the whole afternoon, not one to be out in front of the cameras. He watched as Clark threw you the same 'subtle' glances he received not even a week ago, and how you seemed to follow Clarks every movement hiding behind that camera of yours.
Bob had no doubt been watching you, too.
He honestly felt his heart flutter a little when he saw you, how your nose scrunched up as you focused, trying to get the picture at the right angle, making sure to get the perfect lighting. You were undeniably gorgeous, and he was fully convinced that you and Clark must've been dating or something. Until he heard both of your thoughts running through his head.
He didn’t mean to listen to your thoughts; he was just distracted by Clarks stupid smile and your soft eyes, he couldn’t help it.
When he surprised you, he heard your comment about his eyes, and then he heard,
Oh, oh no. He’s cute.
Which made him smile, and not gonna lie, it boosted his confidence to talk to you more.
And he heard your dejected thoughts when you assumed Clark and Lois were together, and Clarks frantic thoughts at how to correct your assumption.
And then when you realized you were sandwiched between them not a second ago, he heard
Oh, my - just my luck to be so close between the two hottest people I’ve ever seen. It’s ok, be cool, be cool. Just make sure they don’t touch- you’re fine, totally fine!
And then as Clark left, he heard
Well I'll be! I never thought I’d see the day the two people I’ve been crushing on for months finally meet, but okay, let’s not make this awkward
Huh, very interesting indeed Bob thought.
Since then, Bob started showing up at the Daily Planet out of the blue. At first, he just happened to be in the area and wanted to say hi. Then he just happened to buy too many sandwiches for lunch, and he wondered if you’d both join him during your break.
The three of you had a lot in common you found out. You loved the quiet, feeling most at peace when it rained, and wanted to build your own reading nook one day. Bob would tell you about his reading nook at the tower, inviting you into his sacred ground. Stating that the only other person he allowed in there besides you was Clark because he didn’t make a mess of things.
You found out more about Clark, too. You’d always been friendly at work, but you were so reserved, too shy to make the first move to be something more than just coworkers. You practically jumped in the air every time he so much as brushed up against you. He didn’t know why, but he just figured you were jumpy by nature.
You started coming around the Watchtower more. Now that the three of you had gotten closer, it only made sense for you to hang out there more. You were able to be a bit freer at the Watchtower than in Metropolis. You could get there in under 5 minutes by just hitching a flight with Clark, Bob still hadn’t gotten flying down just yet.
The three of you went to the movies together, you and Bob dying to see the new Conjuring as you forced Clark to endure it. You compromised by giving him the middle seat so he could “be protected.” It made you laugh. He was Superman, battling kaiju's on a daily basis, but couldn’t handle Annabelle.
Clark went from watching the movie in between covered eyes, to nearly jumping in yours and Bobs arms as he cowered in his seat. You and Bob would share a look at his antic as if saying oh poor innocent Clark.
This was also one of the first times the pet name slipped from Bobs lips.
You had been on Clarks left, Bob on his right as he said, "Sweet girl, do you mind passing the sour patch kids, please?"
Your eyes widened at the pet name, not saying anything as you slowly handed Bob the sweets. Even Clark's eyes were wide at Bobs words as his eyes moved back and forth between you two.
Bob looked up at you both, like he was confused as to why you were confused, "What?"
You and Clark both cleared your throats at the same time, attempting to act normal as you turned back to the movie,
"Nothing!"
"Yep, nothing!"
Then, a week later, it was Clarks turn to make you flustered. You were rushing into work, unusually late as you slept through your alarm, causing you to miss your train, and as if your day couldn't get any worse, someone had spilled their coffee all over your new coat. Which meant that was more money you didn't have that you'd have to spend for dry cleaning.
Scowl etched on your face, you entered the Daily Planet, stomping you feet as you made your way to your desk, completely ignoring Jimmy's wave as you plopped into your chair, and folded over your desk, slamming you head down in frustration, "I hate life!"
Lois, who was standing behind Clark at his desk, nodded at you, "Bad morning?"
"The worst bad morning known to man kind," you groaned, explaining everything that happened that morning to Lois, Clark, and Jimmy, "- and the worst part is I didn't even have breakfast or pack a lunch so now not only am i annoyed, but I'm hangry!" You frowned.
"Oh the horror, she's hangry" Jimmy mocked, throwing his hands up fake despair. Your frown deepened, throwing your eraser at his head, only for him to duck and it to miss him as he laughed at your horrid aim.
Clarks hands were on his hips as he scanned the room before rushing out with a quick 'be right back' and within 5 minutes, he was back, this time with your favorite in hand.
Clark plopped the brown bag down on your desk, making you jump, "Sorry" he smiled sheepishly. You waved it off before going back to the bag in front of you, "Wait, is this-?"
"The bacon, egg, and cheese croissant you love from that place on Delmar? Yes, yes it is."
Your face broke into a smile as your arms wrapped around the reporter in front of you, "Oh Clark! You're the best!"
"Anything for you, Sunshine."
Your heart soared at the nickname.
Oh you were so down bad.
Clark heard your heartbeat, blushing at the fact he caused it, and that he let that name slip from his lips. But based on your reaction, he was gonna keep calling you it.
Then they started joining you when you wanted to shop at some local bookshops and cafes, something you used to do on your own, but now you had two friendly giants with you instead. And you weren’t complaining.
You would usually be found in the Mystery/Thriller section, Bob in the Manga section, and Clark in the Nonfiction. After you secured a table with your drinks of choice, Bob had some sugary concoction that would send any normal person who didn’t have the Sentry serum running through their veins into a diabetic coma and Clark had his classic hot black coffee.
You’d been reading the latest novel from the mystery series you'd been hooked on recently when Bob drew attention to the extra book on your side of the table, obviously not from the mystery section based on the cover of two lovers intertwined in a passionate kiss, “Is that gasp, The Notebook?” Bobs mocking surprise voice circled the table as he put his hands to his chest in fake shock.
“What’s that?” Clark questioned, mouth full of half a chocolate chip muffin he shoved in there.
“What happened to those southern manners of yours?” You tsked him.
Swallowing the rest of the muffin, he sent you a small embarrassed smile, “Sorry,” a tint of pink covering his cheeks at your correction, “What is it?”
“Well, it’s a lot to explain, but the main romance is a little love triangle between the main characters Allie, Noah, and Lon. I watched the movie, but never read the book. So, I figured, why not?”
“Ooo can we read it with you? Plus, I love me a good love triangle. Don’t you like them too Clark?”
Clark nearly choked on his spit at Bobs words while Bob stared at him with an innocent smile on his face.
“Umm” stuttering and red face like a cherry, he tried to get his mouth work again, his voice came out higher than intended, “Oh! Um, yeah! Sure!”
"Honestly though, why have a love triangle when she can just have both?" you said, not thinking much as the words left you.
This made Clark and Bob both choke on their coffees now.
"Pardon?" Clark croaked out, not believing what he was hearing. Bobs mouth was slightly open, not expecting you to be the one to steer the conversation into this topic.
"Well, I mean, like these love triangles can be so overdone! And they make it seem like such an impossible decision when the right decision is usually to just date both of them!" You said like it was the most obvious thing and something you had been frustratingly thinking about for a while.
Clark's mouth was wide open as you ranted, a glint in Bobs eyes as you continued, "Like Lon is perfect, rich, a soldier, from a good family, an amazing man, he keeps Allie calm, but Noah has that fire that makes Allie crazy and he is crazy for her. Dude builds a house for her! Makes sense to me. Having the best of both worlds."
"So what your saying is, that if you had to choose between two people, - and they'd be okay with it - you'd just choose both?"
You stop and look up at the ceiling in thought at Bobs question, finger tapping your chin at what you would do.
If a miracle happened and Bob and Clark both happened to like you back, would you date them both? You honestly think that'd be the only option. You can't imagine dating just Bob or Clark knowing you had feelings for the other. It'd feel like you were betraying them.
But that'd never happen, because they obviously don't like you like that! You're just friends! Really good friends who call each other pet names and hold hands and spend almost every day together.
Yes, best friends.
"Hello? Sweet girl, come back to Earth."
“Oh! Sorry! I don't know, maybe, probably!!” You rushed out, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the pet name and the image of the three of you together swirling through your head.
Bob nodded at your answer, your thoughts now swirling through his head as he thought about what to say next, “I think I'd choose to date them both too," Bob nodded his head to Clark, "What about you, glasses?"
Clark glares at the nickname before turning even more red at the question, "Um, uh, I, well, I, sure!" Clark squeaked out, voice an octave higher as he struggled with the collar of his shirt.
Bob sent him a sly smile, nodding before returning back to the book in his hands, you trying to do the same. Clark was too flustered to even think reading anything, trying to adjust himself in his seat without being too obvious.
On another night, when it was just Clark and Bob lounging at Clark's apartment, and you were away taking photos with Jimmy, is when Bob brought up the million-dollar question, no matter how much his heart thumped in his chest at the fact he was gonna make the first move.
“Clark?”
Hearing a hum in response, he continued, “Do you like anyone?”
The room went quiet as the words left his lips.
Clark froze mid-type, finger hovering over the ‘g’ in his next sentence, not sure how to respond as he cleared his throat, “Uhh, like yeah, sure! Um- I mean don’t we all?”
Shyly looking at the ground, he asked, “Who is it?”
Clark feels himself blushing hard, “Uhhh-”
“Because I like someone too, or well two someone’s…”
“Oh”
“Yeah”
It’s quiet as Clark stops to look at Bob, really taking him in. The way his locks frame his face, hair falling just below his chin, how his lips curve when he speaks. He's beautiful, he thinks. Maybe it's time he finally acts on his feelings.
Bob hesitates for a second at Clarks silence but shakes his head.
He knows both of your true feelings. He just can't stop the anxiety that creeps up sometimes, because what if he was wrong? But he throws the thoughts away before they can spiral.
“And I think… they might like me too, what do you think?”
“Um...” Clark fidgeted with the cuff of his sleeve, eyes on the ground, working up the courage to do something he'd been wanting to do for so long.
“Clark I-”
Bob's cut off by soft lips on his as Clark pulls him in closer by his hips, hand coming to cup his face. Bob responds immediately, humming, deepening the kiss, running his fingers through the other’s hair.
Without breaking the kiss, Clark lifts Bob up so he’s sitting on the table. Kiss now turned into a full blown make out session. Bob moves his lips up and down Clark’s neck, whose pants are impossible tight, eyes rolling in the back of his head.
“Bo-Bob” Clark groans
Bob hums in responses, his mind lost in his mission to attack Clark’s neck.
“Um, who-o’s the second, the second person?”
At that Bob pulled away, his lips slightly swollen from the attack he left on Clark’s neck as he leaned in, wrapping his arms around Clark’s neck so they were nose to nose.
“I think we both know who that is.”
Finally, the night came, the night Clark and Bob had both been anxious to arrive. They were going to confess their feelings to you.
Clark was more nervous than Bob, with Bob constantly reassuring him that he knew you liked them. He’s read your thoughts enough times to know. Which was then followed by Clark scolding him for invading your privacy, but still thanking him for the reassurance.
They didn’t know how much longer they could’ve tolerated that ‘will they won’t they’ pining they had been through with each other for the past year and with you for the past few months.
This time, all three of you were at Clarks' apartment, meant to have a game night. You brought the board games and drinks; wine for you and Clark and Dr. Pepper for Bob. Bob had wondered off to set up the board game in the living room while you and Clark were behind the stove; you in were charge of the steak as Clark mashed the potatoes.
Bob watched you two flow together in the kitchen in some domestic bliss that was so foreign to him, but excited to hopefully be able to get. He could feel it in his chest This was the night you'd finally be together.
You were eyeing Clark as he mashed the potatoes. The way his hand gripped the potato masher, the vein in his arms bulging as he twisted them, blushing when he caught you staring. This unspoken thing between the three of you became slightly blurred. At least to you. And it made you anxious. Because you were fully convinced it was all in your head.
But also, what if it wasn't? The lingering touches, borderline flirtatious jokes, that conversation about love triangles that invades your head every night thinking, what if?
But there's no way they'd like you, you're you and they are Superman and Sentry for fucks sake! They could have anyone they wanted, they definitely wouldn't choose you. Especially once they found out about your own secret that you'd been keeping from them.
Lost in thought, you barely notice the tongs slipping from your hands until they fell to the ground in a clank.
“Shit-”
“Hey-”
You and Clark both bent down, reaching for the tongs at the same time, electricity coursing through you as your fingers touched, your eyes snapping to each other. Your eyes moved to his lips, and it was as if time stopped moving for you, and all you could think was,
I just wanna kiss him
Suddenly, your wish came true as Clark slowly inched forward, closing the gap between you two.
You didn’t think your first kiss with him would be crouched down in the middle of his kitchen with Bob in the next room, but fate obviously had other ideas. His grip on your hand tightened as he tried to pull you close, but that's when your mind finally caught up to you.
Your hands were touching
You pushed Clark away quickly, coming to a stand as he hurriedly followed you.
“Clark! I’m so sorry! I, I have to go I’m so sorry!”
You thought you had better control over your powers, but that clearly doesn’t seem to be the case by the fact you just made him kiss you! You felt so bad, so guilty for making him do that. You needed to get out of here.
“Hey! What’s going on?” Bob came up at the entrance of the kitchen, eyes flickering in worry between you two.
“Um, I, I have to go.” You hurried past him, making sure to keep your distance.
“Wait-!” Bob reached for your elbow to try to stop you, only for you to slip through his fingers and out the door as quick as lightning.
You’d been avoiding them both like a plague since that night.
At work, you kept your head down, only talking when spoken to, avoiding Clark's sad puppy eyes as he watched your every move. He tried to talk to you as soon as he saw you back at work, only for you to keep your head down and walk right past him, with a mumbled ‘sorry’.
You’d also been ignoring Bobs texts and calls.
Hey
Please call me back
We wanna talk
We miss you
I miss you
I know you’re on your phone
Please
You know it was childish to ignore them, but you were just so ashamed of what you did. You know this must all be confusing for them, why you ran away, why you started ignoring them, but you just couldn’t face them. They didn’t even know about your powers! No one did! You made sure of it with the help of Xavier. And you just weren’t ready to explain it all.
But you did miss them. You missed the late-night facetime calls Bob and you would share when Clark was out patrolling, giggling over the stupidest things before you would eventually doze off together on the call, a ghost of a smile etched on both of your sleeping faces.
You missed the smile on Clark’s face when you would usually accept his morning coffee, the static that would course through you as your fingers touched. Now you hold your head down, ignoring his coffee and his lingering gaze.
You missed your place between them, but it was your fault. You ruined it. And you were too much of a coward to face it.
It all came ahead a week after the incident. The Daily Planet was hosting a Gala to help raise funds for trust and accountability in journalism, with the New Avengers attending as sponsors.
You and Jimmy were tasked with taking photographs of the event, which you hoped would be a good distraction from the whole thing as you strutted in with your heels and silk dress, if Jimmy would ever stop bringing it up.
“Ok, but like, what happened? One minute you and Clark are all over each other, sending each other sickeningly sweet googly eyes across the room, that Bob guy is constantly coming over to see you two at lunch, and then next day BAM! Clark is all sulky and you're constantly ignoring Bobs calls, what gives?”
Looking to the side in annoyance, you clicked your tongue, “Jimmy, just drop it! Please!” You practically begged. Feeling like you were losing your mind at his incessant talking.
Across the room, and out of sight from you, Yelena, Bob, Lois, and Clark stood in a circle, half-whispering as the girls tried to figure out what caused this sudden shift in you.
“Ok, so, you invited her over for dinner,”
“Yes”
“You” Lois says, pointing at Bob, “went to go set up the game,”
Nodding, Yelena turned to Clark, “And you were cooking with her when the tong went PLOP! on the ground and you…”
“I went to pick it up, she did too, and our, our hands brushed. We, we just locked eyes with each other and... we kissed!” he spoke frantically with his hands.
Bob interjected, crossing his arms, with a frown on his face “Which, by the way, was totally unfair, I wanted to kiss her too-”
“Honey-”
“Right, sorry”
“Anyway… it was actually really nice…and then she just started apologizing and ran out,” Clark looked so disappointed in himself as he recalled what happened.
Bob placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, sending him a tight smile. He felt so stupid letting you slip away like that. He should've been faster. Should've made sure you didn't leave that night.
Yelena and Lois nodded as he finished speaking, and then their eyes met, having a silent conversation mixed with raised eyebrows and questioning looks before they nodded again, turning to the two sulking men towering over them, smirking up at them.
“We have an idea”
Yelena and Lois idea totally sucked because now you stood in a locked supply closet crowded by Bob, whose face looked uncharacteristically determined, and Clark, who still had a pout that shouldn't belong anywhere on his beautiful face.
Jimmy said he needed an extra lens from the supply closet, since the one he had was lightly scratched, so you went to get it from him, only to be forcibly shoved in by Yelena as Lois quickly closed the door locking it shut, and now here you were.
Trapped.
You tried pulling at the handle, frantically, but it was no use. You knew the only way you’d get out of here is if you actually talked about your… feelings. Shivers ran down your spine at the thought.
“Wait, please, sweet girl, we just wanna talk to you! You’ve been avoiding my texts! And Clark at work! And we just wanna know why? What did we do wrong?” Bob practically begged
“You think-? No, you didn’t, I did, You guys didn’t, UGH!” frustrated you kicked the wall with the side of your foot before sliding down the wall, hiding your face in shame.
Taking a deep breath, eyes still closed, you nodded, motioning for them to sit. Which they did, though it was a tight fit, your knees touching as you sat in a circle.
“Ok… so… there’s something I’ve been keeping from you guys, well from everyone really," you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, ready for everything to change for the worst as you expose your secret "I’m- I’m a mutant.”
Clark jumps to reassure you, “Ok, that’s fine! I’m literally an alien and Bob’s the Sentry!” Bob nods along with him, both trying to make sure you know that being a mutant wasn't a big deal to them.
“No Clark, you don’t get it! My-my mutation isn’t, it isn’t fine” you scoffed, “It’s a prison”
“I... I can control- manipulate- people’s emotions, their thoughts, actions, at the slightest touch. And I thought I had it under control, I was so sure. I spent years learning, training under Professor Xavier and the rest of the X-Men when I moved there after…” you trailed off, wincing at the memory.
A calloused hand comes down to your knee, “After what?”
Hanging your head, you took in another deep breath, “So, you know how mutations form when you go through some sort of extreme stress, puberty, trauma...”
They both nodded, waiting for you to continue, “I was in a car accident as a kid and… it was bad-” you swallowed the tears down, “It was so dark, the fire was so hot, and all I could hear was screaming. I don’t even know if it was me or my brother or my parents.”
You shook your head, not wanting to divulge too much into it, “I don’t really remember much, and I don't really wanna talk about it. All I know is that I’m the only one who made it out of there alive, and my powers had something to do with it. Must've made the EMT's save me first, leading to-” your voice cracked, "Well, you know." A few silent tears fell from your eyes that you had been trying to hold back.
Bob and Clark moved quickly to wrap you up in their arms. You tried shrugging them off, but they wouldn’t budge.
Bob tucked a piece of hair that fell over your face behind your ears as he asked, “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I- I was scared it would change how you saw me, that you’d look at me differently.”
Clark shushed you, “Nothing you say to us can change the way we look at you. Your still the same (Y/N). We just know you better now, understand you better now."
“Can I ask you something?” you nodded at Clarks question, “Is this why you left after I kissed you? Did you-?”
“Yes, I made you kiss me,” you winced at the admission, bowing your head in shame.
Exasperated laughter left Bobs lips before he could stop himself, “You think you made him kiss you? Oh, sweet girl, sweet girl, you are simply so wrong”
You blinked, “What?”
“I actually- we actually- we were planning to tell you that night, that we… have feelings for you… and each other”
You blinked again, “What?”
Bob sighs, bringing his hands to his face as he shakes his head in shame, “Oh, you really are that oblivious,”
“Honey!” Clark scolds, before turning his attention back to you, “Sunshine, I’ve been crushing on you since you started freelancing at the Daily Planet-”
“And I’ve been crushing on you since I caught you checking out Clark with your camera that first day we met.”
“Bob!”
“Sorry, can’t help myself, and Clark and I have talked; we’ve liked each other for a while too and well... if you felt the same…” Bob trails off, waiting for you to respond.
“You’re… you’re for real?” You ask, your voice suddenly so quiet, a vulnerability in the air as you spoke.
Clark goes to speak, “Yes we do, always-”
“You’re taking too long Kent.”
With that, Bob impatiently grabbed your face, kissing you gently as his thumb stroked your cheek, making you squeak, your brain taking a couple seconds to work before you started kissing him back.
You pulled away, still in shock, looking in between them in disbelief, “You- you kiss-”
“Kissed you? Yes, I thought it’s only fair that I got my kiss too. The kiss that was so sadly taken from me when you ran out on us that night, and you were taking too long to realize what was right in front of you.”
With that, Bob pulls you into another kiss, this one feverish, his tongue slipping in as he explores your mouth, like he was trying to memorize every part of it.
Clark watched, eyes blown wide, pants impossibly tight around his length as he took in the view.
Your hands in Bobs hair, him cupping your face. He starts palming himself through his slacks, moaning before Bob's hand suddenly reaches out, attaching itself to Clark’s tie, almost swinging him toward you.
Figuring out what he wants, Clark starts leaving a trail of kissing on you, starting at your collarbone, and working his way up your neck, sucking and nibbling as he went.
You were a panting, moaning mess and so overstimulated by their touch. Just as Bob was about to slip his fingers under your dress, there’s three sharp knocks at the door, making all three of you freeze like a deer in headlights.
“Ummm guys? Uhhh we are still out here, and uhhh, you’re… kinda… loud...”
……..
“Oh my god”
You covered your eyes in embarrassment, completely forgetting where you were as Bob laughed and Clark bent his head down, groaning in shame. You were almost getting freaky with it with two guys at a work event. This was mortifying.
“I think we should…” Clark spoke first, gesturing to the door.
Yelena, Lois, and Jimmy stood outside the supply closet, a look of pain and trauma in their eyes at what they spent the last five minutes hearing after the three of you finally confessed your feelings to each other.
Their wide genuine smiles slowly turned into wide terror filled eyes; mouths open in disbelief and Jimmy covering his ears as he chanted ‘eww’ over and over again before Lois finally decided enough was enough and knocked on the door.
The door then quietly creaked open, you walking out adjusting the strap of your dress, your lipstick smudged, no doubt at least half a dozen hickeys starting to form on your neck. Bob appeared behind you, hair tussled, lips swollen, and finally Clark emerged, glasses askew and trying to desperately hide his boner with his oversized coat.
“Oh”
“Wow”
…...
“So, you guys worked it out I guess?”
Clark awkwardly scratched the back of his head, ears red in shame, “umm…”
Bob was failing to hide the smirk on his face as he tried to conceal it by biting his lip “… something like that”
You rolled your shoulders, regaining composure as you grabbed a hold of one of Bob and Clarks hands, making your way for the door, “We actually need to go… talk, yes talk some more” you said making eyes at the two heroes.
They both paused for a moment, faces confused, until you bulged your eyes at them, causing them to nod their heads frantically.
“Oh yeah we-”
“We gotta go yeah-”
With that, the three of you ran out the door like you were fleeing the scene of a crime, which by the state of that supply closet, you probably were.
Yelena, Lois, and Jimmy all stood in silence as they avoided eye contact with the room, each of their faces in different shades of shock, discomfort, and a small dash of pride.
Jimmy's the first to move, throwing his hands up in the air as he backs away from the crime scene “Ok, well, I call dibs on not explaining this to Perry”
You don’t even remember the ride back to Clark’s apartment, you were so caught up in the emotional rush of the confession and subsequent make out session that happened in the supply closet you didn’t even notice when Clark flew the three of you away, wrapping you both up tight in his arms.
As soon as your feet touched the cool wood floor of the living room, your lips were on Clark, who was caught off guard, making a noise of surprise and delight. Bob was behind you this time, leaving dozens of kisses along your neck, sucking on your pulse point causing you to moan into Clark’s mouth, him silencing it with another frantic kiss, like he couldn’t get enough of your taste.
Bobs mouth leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, getting closer to your mouth as his lips join you and Clark in an attempted three-way kiss. It’s a mess of lips, tongue, and saliva everywhere, almost a sensory overload with the way they touched you, touched each other.
Before you know it, you’ve stumbled into the bedroom, losing your balance as you and Bob both fall backwards onto the bed, you landing on Bobs lap, a giggle leaving you lips as Clark comes to steady you.
Your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath, going to bring in Clark for another kiss, but he holds you back, “Wait, Sunshine, I just wanna check…”
“Yeah?”
“Are you- are you both sure- you both wanna… do this?”
You turn to Bob, his eyes darkened from lust as he nods towards you emphatically, like a puppy waiting for a treat.
You turn to Clark, a newfound confidence in your eyes, “Yes”
With that, you slide off Bobs’ lap and pat the spot on the bed to the left of you. Clark immediately jumped to sit by you.
They are both hovering in anticipation, watching your every move.
You turn to Clark leaning toward him, him chasing for your lips, only for you to turn your head for Bob instead, gripping his jaw as you bring his lips to yours, his hands coming to grip your hips as you slide your arm around his shoulders. Clark audibly groans at the sight. He slides closer, eyes racking over at the site of your bodies moving together.
Bob is so lost in kissing you. He wants to just throw you on the bed and take you then and there. But he and Clark want you to run the show, for now.
You pull away from Bob, his cheeks flushed, a lovesick smile on his face as you beam up at him, turning around to Clark, whose patience is weaning thin as every second passes.
You smile a toothy grin at how disheveled Clark looks before you wrap your hands around the nap of his neck, bringing his lips to meet yours. Clark kisses you like he’s starved, like he needs to fill his gnawing hunger, and the only way is you.
Bobs pupils are blown as he stares at the two of you, his hand unbuttoning his slacks, his dick springing out in relief, already leaking with precum as he starts to lightly stroke himself.
Clarks eyes snap open as he hears Bobs breathing becoming more erratic, his hand coming up to grab Bobs wrist, pulling his hand away from his cock, tsking at him before he continues his kiss with you. Bob stubbornly whines as Clark continues to hold him firmly.
You’re smirking into the kiss, then pulling away from Clark, both sets of blues snapping to look at you.
You move your hair out of the way of your neck and look back at them, expectantly.
There's a beat, neither of them moving, and then suddenly they both lean into your neck, kissing, suckling, nipping at your skin. Breathy moans escape you at the sensation. Bob nibbling on your ear, Clark tongue tracing the veins of your neck. Your panties are absolutely soaked as they work their way up to your jaw. You grab them by the sides of their heads as they continue their attack on you until you all meet in the middle both of their lips on yours.
It’s a mess, but it works. They are both ravaging your lips, but you have your mind set on something else. Something you'd been dying to see.
You’re trying to get them to meet in the middle, but Bob moves back down to your neck as Clark captures your lips in his again.
As Clarks lips move with yours, eyes closed, you tug Bob by his locks, a breathy gasp leaving him as you bring him back into the kiss.
As it turns back into both of their lips on yours, your guiding their jaws, slowly pulling yourself back as they chase after you, but they are so lost in the lust, the heat, the don’t even notice when the three way kiss becomes a two-way as you lean back to enjoy the view, smirk on your face.
Bob and Clark are full on making out, eyes closed, tongues slipping in as they get lost in each other, Clark’s hand coming down to wrap around Bobs throbbing cock, squeezing the head as Bob gasps again.
You bring your own hand down to your heat, your arousal making your panties damp to the touch as you start to rub yourself through the fabric, getting off at the beautiful sight in front of you.
You catch sight of Bobs cock and clench at the sight. He was big, thick, really long. You mind wonders at how he’s gonna fit, at how Clarks gonna fit.
You already know that Clark will most definitely be just as big, if not bigger than Bob. You groan, closing your eyes as you throw your head back, thinking about the stretch they’d put you through.
Lost in thought, you don’t notice that Clark and Bob have stopped kissing, both now almost fully undressed, cocks out, leaking at the sight of you touching yourself.
You don’t notice them until hands are on your ankles, pulling you toward the end of the bed, yelping at the action, “Now, now” Bob smirked, “won’t you let us join in on the fun?”
You nod, frantically, desperate to be touched, and the boys share a look before nodding at each other.
Clark starts leaving little pecks around your lower thigh, drawing circles with his fingers around your hip. Bobs kisses are faster, fiercer, as they both work their way up, inching their way towards your core.
Bob beats Clark too it, tearing your panties off with his teeth, immediately ravishing you, like a man starved.
You jolt and whimper at his sudden attack, hands gripping the sheets of the bed hard. Clark is still leaving a trail of kisses along your inner thigh when you choke out a moan of pleasure.
Bob is lapping at you, drawing circles with his tongue, and you can feel yourself tightening, your breath becoming shakier, “Oh my- fuck- I'm gonna-”
Suddenly, Bobs tongue is pulled off you, and you’re whining so loud, orgasm rudely taken from you.
“Hold on now, honey, we don’t want her to cum just yet,” Clark holds Bob by his hair. Bobs eyes glassy, face drenched in your arousal as he starts to whine before Clark brings himself closer, “Now let me get a taste” Clark cradles Bobs head as he brings him in, moaning at the taste of you and Bob combined.
Clarks is ravishing Bobs lips, biting them softly as he pulls away before facing you, “My turn”
Clark comes down and starts leaving soft kitten licks at your core, your legs spreading even wider and bringing your hands down to hold him in place, Bob going back to attack your inner thigh.
You jolt again when you feel Clark’s tongue enter your cunt, pushing in and out, exploring your walls as you shudder, wanting to bring your legs to wrap around him, but Bob holds them down, mumbling a “Nuh uh” before he goes back to your thighs.
Your whining, thrashing, wanting release but every time you clench, Clark would completely remove his tongue for a few seconds before continuing to explore a different part of your cunt.
Bob, feeling a bit left out and wanting another taste, noses his way to the middle, his tongue licking the side of your drenched pussy, moaning when he feels how wet you are.
Wanting a better look, you lift your head up towards them only to immediately roll your head back when you see Clark and Bob in three-way kiss with your cunt this time.
Their kiss is animalistic, Clark moaning, Bob whining as they bounce between kissing each other and your core.
Then you feel it, an intrusion circling at your heat, “Good girl,” Clark says, as he leaves little kisses on your clit, “Taking us so well”
Clark lifts himself up slightly, letting Bob take his place at your clit, as he leans down to speak into his ear, voice deep and low, keeping eye contact with you as he speaks “I want you to make her cum on your tongue, while I work her open with my fingers”
Bob nods erratically at Clarks commands, diving back into you, drawing circles at your core with his tongue.
You groan at Clarks voice, at how he takes control of the room, at how Bob immediately obeys his command, and at the intrusion of another one of Clark’s fingers.
“You’re so good Sunshine, taking us both so well” You cry at Clarks praises, his fingers, Bobs tongue, “I need to – I wanna-”
Clarks adds a third finger as he speaks, “Cum”
Your body convulses, as waves go through your body, so strong your scream, your fingers now death gripping the sheets as the orgasm shoots through your entire body as your eyes rolls to the back of your head.
You collapse on the bed, dead weight as you lay there trying to recover from what you think is the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced.
Your mind feels lighter, eyes glassy as you feel hands in your hair, another pair gently removing the basically ruined dress you forgot you had been wearing.
Clark kisses your temple, his fingers still inside of you as he brings you to his side, Bob coming up beside you, nuzzling into your neck, breathing you in.
You stay there for a few minutes, all three of you out of breath, but you can’t help but notice Bob and Clarks cocks, both angry red, leaking on your bare legs, desperate for attention.
You start to wiggle in their grasp, “I wanna, need you in me, please” you cry for them, needing to feel them in you, to be so full they might break you, but you don’t care you need to feel closer to them.
Clark chuckles at your whining, “Ok, ok” he kisses your temple again before bringing your head to his, so you were eye to eye, “Tell me what you want, tell us what you want” his eyes flicker to Bob, who was intently waiting for your response.
“Need you both inside me, now”
Clark has a look of concern wash over him. He didn't know if you could handle that. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, “Golly, I don’t know -”
“Please!” You cry out, throwing him the best puppy dog eyes known to man.
God you were so desperate for their cocks.
Bob starts peppering your face with kisses, calming you down as he eyes Clark out of the corner of his eye, “We’ll just be really gentle.”
Your face breaks out into an excited smile, and Clark throws Bob a look that said really?
Clark shakes his head in defeat, obviously outnumbered, before smiling down at you with a shine in his eyes, “Ok, fine”
Bob cheers, and you giggle as you bring Clark into a kiss of gratitude.
Bob whines, “Hey! I said yes first! Where’s my-” You cut him off by bringing him to your mouth, Bob making a noise of satisfaction as you deepen the kiss.
At the distraction, Clark slowly removes his fingers from your entrance, making you gasp into the kiss, gasping again as you feel the head of his cock enter you, "Good gosh!" Clark croaks out at the feeling of your velvety walls inviting him in as Bobs swallowing down all of your cries and whimpers as Clark stretches you wide, “S-o big” you mumble into Bobs lips, him lightly laughing at how gone you sound.
He turns to look back in time to see Clark fully sheath himself in you, your back arching, mouth open wide. You swear you could feel him in your stomach, “You okay Sunshine?”
You nod, but he needed more, tapping your hip, “Words”
You bite your lip, Bob stroking your hair as you answer “Y-yes I’m okay, you can move.”
At your confirmation, Clark’s grip tightens around your hips as he pulls himself halfway out before pushing back into you, slowly picking up the pace with each thrust.
“Open up” Bob says, his fingers dancing around your lips as you open wide.
“Suck” you immediately start sucking on his middle and index finger, as he thrusts them in and out of your mouth, almost like his fingers were fucking your mouth. It’s a bit hard, with your body wanting to jump with every thrust Clark gives, but Bob holds you steady, keeping you firmly pressed against the bed.
Bob removes his fingers once he decides they’re wet enough. You chase after them as he does, making him giggle at your desperation. He leaves a gentle kiss on your head before he smirks as he brings his fingers down to your entrance and thrusts one in right next to Clark.
You and Clark both moan at the feeling of Bobs finger swirling in you, making it feel even tighter for Clark as he continues to thrust.
Not long after he adds his second finger, scissoring them, trying to stretch your pussy as much as possible to accommodate his size. You’re full on crying again, so sensitive at how full you feel.
Deeming you stretched enough, Bob presses a kiss to Clark’s cheek as he slowly removes his fingers from you “She’s ready.”
You whimper as Bob removes his fingers and Clark removes his cock, suddenly feeling so empty. Bob comes up to you, lifting you up by your sides, Clark helping him get you into position.
You’re held up against Bob, his face pressed against you as he lines himself up to your entrance.
Then you start to feel the tip of his cock entering your before know it in one thrust he's in you completely, you speared on his cock.
Your mouth is open wide in a moan, and before you can recover, Clarks already teasing your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you alongside Bob.
It’s tight, it burns, but it feels so good, to be stretched so impossibly wide, wider, and wider until Clarks fully sheathed inside you, his dick nestled right next to Bobs.
You all groan at the action. You feel so full, you look down to see your belly bulging, the outline of Bobs and Clarks cocks inside you, “S- so-o fu-full”
“I know, Sunshine, I know. You're doing so well, they best for us,” Clark kisses your cheek, comforting you as Bob pets your hair, “We’re gonna move slow, okay?”
You're dazed, but know he’s waiting for a verbal response, nodding, “Yes...okay”
“Honey,” Clark calls for Bob, “Want you to start moving.”
Bob nods, hungry for movement as he slowly brings his cock halfway out before slamming back into you, picking up a rhythm as he moans on your neck, “So-o good, so wet for us”
You cry at his words, “Huh you so good for us, sweet girl? You gonna cum again from our cocks?”
They are both thrusting into you now, finding their own rhythm. As one slides out, the other slides in.
Bobs hand wraps around your neck, giving you a light squeeze as one of Clarks hands come up to cup your breast, tugging at the nipple before he brings his mouth too it, suckling on your breast.
Your breath hitches, heat building up at your core at the sensation of everything.
“Baby,” Bob calls out for Clark, “Wa-wanna cum”
Clark nods, bringing your nipple between his teeth as his hips thrust into you more erratically at the same time as Bobs’ hips start to jerk sloppily, both getting close to release.
Almost instantly, your body clenches as much as it can with how stretched it over the enormous cocks inside you, a wave crashing into you as try to conceal your scream by biting into Clark’s shoulder.
At the same time, Bob shouts as he cums, spilling his seed inside you, riding out his orgasm as he continues to thrust into you. Clarks right behind him, eyes rolling in the back of his head as his cum fills you up.
You feel impossibly full and bloated as their seed continues to fill you for what feels like forever.
Finally, Clark slumps forward, careful not to put all his weight on you as he catches his breath, all three of you are beyond exhausted, in this sticky mess of sweat, cum, and heat.
Bob gently caresses the side of your head, leaving feathery light pecks along your hairline as he breathes you in. Clark brings your lips to his as your eyes are half lidded, torn between exhaustion and wanting to continue kissing your boys.
Your boys.
Well, you hope they're your boys now. You would've tried to clarify that part with them, but the thought left you as soon as another wave of exhaustion hit you, like you had the daylights fucked out of you, which you technically did. You’d most likely be bound to this bed for days just in recovery, no doubt limping for at least 2 days.
As Clark pulls away from the kiss, he coos and comforts you both. Whispering about good you did, singing your praises as he tries his to pull his cock out, only to be stopped by yours and Bob's whining as Bob tried to wrap his arms around Clarks sides to get him to stop moving,
“Nooooo-”
“Stayyy"
You were both so sensitive and you loved feeling so full. Full of them.
Clark chuckles, moving to bring Bob into a kiss, which he accepts with a smile, bringing one of the hands he had on your hips to the nape of Clarks neck, you turning your head slightly to look at them fondly.
Clark gives you another peck on the cheek before speaking, “I know, but I need to clean you both up. Then we can go back to cuddling.”
Bob pouts, only nodding when you give him a sleepy nod, barely paying attention to his words, just agreeing as soon as you hear the words cuddling.
You wince as Clark starts to slowly pull out, trying his best not to hurt you. Once he’s fully out, he stands, giving both you and Bob smooches on the forehead before he heads to the bathroom.
Bob nuzzles into you, enjoying these moments of silence and peace between the two of you.
He can’t get enough of you; he can’t believe how fast the night changed. How not even 8 hours ago you were ignoring them and now here you are, in his arms, full of their cum, where you belong. He never wanted to let you go again, holding you more possessively against him as he thought mine.
You both hear the water turn on before Clark comes back, cooing at you both still wrapped up in each other, “Baths ready, come on you two”
Bob slowly pulls out of you, causing you to only wince again, before Clarks cradling you in one of his arms, the other quickly coming to snatch Bob up, causing the brunette to yelp in surprise.
Clarks unphased as he carries you both like you weigh nothing (thank fuck for that Kyrptonian DNA because you’re 10000% sure you couldn’t walk right now even if you tried) as he steps into the bathroom, slowly lowering the three of you into the bathtub. It’s a tight squeeze, but neither of you minded, just wanting to be near each other.
You’re leaning against Clark’s chest as he turns you to face away from him, his fingers brushing through your hair, massaging your scalp. Your eyes close in relaxation, starting to feel heavier and heavier until you pass out from exhaustion.
The first thing you feel when you wake up is something warm and solid against your cheek, then a hand on your waist, another around your torso. You blindly go to turn to the side, only to be met with another solid form, the hands around you tightening their grip on you.
Finally, you give a sleepy groan, blearily blink your eyes open. Looking up, you're met with Clarks icy blue eyes already staring down at you, a tired smile gracing his lips, “Morning Sunshine” he mumbles against your hair as he gives you a kiss. You hum in response, mumbling an incoherent “Mrning” back to him.
Clark chuckles, brushing your hair out of your face, “How'd you sleep?”
You sigh, lazily tracing your fingers across his chest, “Like a baby. You?”
“Like a rock”
You giggle into his chest, pressing your ear against him, listening to his heartbeat, sighing as it soothed you.
You feel the other arm around you tug you in the other direction, making your shriek, “’xcuse me, some of us are tryna sleep…” Bob trails off, basically using your chest as a pillow, his face pressed against your breasts as he snuggled you, faking sleep.
You and Clark both chuckle at him, sharing a look as Clark carefully moves to the other side of the bed.
Suddenly, you move from under Bob, just in time for Bob eyes to open in confusion, and then horror as he the next thing he sees is Clark plopping down on top of him, making him groan in annoyance, “Claaaark”
Clark shoots him a teasing smile, sprinkling overly loud smooches across the man’s face before he starts attacking his sides, making Bob scream bloody murder, “ClArK! hA! (Y/N)! hELP!”
“Hmmmm, Clark, maybe you’re being too mean?” you said mockingly into Bobs ear, looking at Clark, who continued his attack as he held down the squirming brunette.
“Hmmm, you think?”
Bobs legs jolt as he tries to escape to safety, “YES! Yes! She thinks! AH! clAAARK!”
Clark decides to show mercy, stopping his tickle attack as Bob slumps in defeat, face red, tears rimming his eyes as you bring his face back into your chest, comforting him as Clark rolls over to the other side of Bob, kissing the nape of his neck “Sorry, honey.”
Bob grumbles in dissatisfaction, feeling betrayed, “How can I make it up to you?”
Bob ignores him, pushing his face further into you as he shakes his head.
“… French toast, and bacon?” Clark hopefully suggests.
You both look down, waiting for Bobs reaction, only to hear a quiet, “…Okay”
At that, Clark jumps up, bringing you into a quick kiss, and then pressing a kiss to the top of Bobs’ head before heading to the kitchen.
As Clarks steps disappear down the hallway, Bob and you lay there for a while, until he finally lifts his head up to look at you, a pout on his face, “You were being mean.”
You quirk an eyebrow at him, “You, Bob Reynolds? You are calling me mean?"
“Well, you didn’t exactly help me with that attack”
“Tickles”
“Attack”
“Tickles”
“Atta-”
“Okay! Fine! Attack!” you raise your hands in defeat.
Bob grins as you concede, and in a blink of an eye, he’s grabbing and flipping you over, so now you were laying on his chest instead.
“Wha-”
“I can think of a way you can make it up to me.”
You tilt your head, confused by his cheeky grin, “Oh really? How?”
This time Bob brings his finger to his chin, like he’s in deep thought before coming to the suggestion, “You could… you know” he grinds his hips against you, his half hard cock rocking into your leg as he sends you an 'innocent' smile.
Just as you're about to answer, Clark comes barreling through the door, perfectly balancing three plates “Bob! Stop corrupting our girl! Breakfast is ready!”
“I wasn’t-!”
“Shush,” Clark quiets him by shoving a piecing of bacon into his mouth as he places the plate in Bobs hands.
Bob begrudgingly accepts the plate, mumbling something about being ‘constantly attacked by his own boyfriend and girlfriend’ as Clark hands you your plate.
Your frozen though, “What’s wrong Sunshine?”
“Nothing just… are we that? Boyfriend and girlfriend, I mean?”
Clark and Bob eye one another, “Well, I mean I thought it was obvious with the whole love confession in the supply closet and after you just had both of our cocks in-"
“What he means” Clark sends Bob a glare as he flicks his knee in reprimand, “-is that yes, we’d love to be your boyfriends, if you’ll have us”
You look up from your plate, sending them a shy smile as you nod emphatically, “Please”
Both of their faces break into a smile as Bob ‘whops!’, plopping a kiss on your cheek, stealing a piece of bacon in the process as Clark brings your free hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.
Clark manhandles the both of you, careful not to spill your plates, so that way you’re seated in between them, pressing a kiss on your lips as he holds you like a delicate flower. He's so relived that after everything, he can finally call you both his.
You barely have a chance to catch your breath when Clark pulls away before Bob's pulling you into another kiss, the gentlest kiss he’s ever given you, almost like he can’t believe you’re here.
As he pulls away, the three of you share excited smiles before trying to focus on the food in front of you. All three of you already knowing you aren't gonna be leaving the bedroom for awhile.
Note: UMMMM yeah I went off the rails with the smut wow. I was gonna end it at the confession, and then my hands wouldn't stop typing. This may be the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written. I have so many ideas for these three, but i think next up for them is: Reader gets taken, and Sentry might make an appearance?? Or maybe they go to Paris 👀👀??? Feel free to send me asks about them. These three are invading every part of my mind!!! (Also threesome smut is actually kinda hard to write, LOL)
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