Rain slides down the tall windows of the office in long, crooked streams. It turned the skylines of Metropolis into a blurry cluster of lights. The storm had mostly settled for the afternoon, leaving a dark, gloomy stream of rain. The room is dim except for the soft lamp light spilled across the oak desk separating you from your psychiatrist.
Dr. Clark Kent sits across from you, writing into his file in slow and deliberate strokes. The scratch of his pen against paper is the only sound besides the rain and ticking of the clock mounted to the wall. His handwriting is annoyingly neat.
You had been inside The Metropolis Psychiatric Facility for seven months now. Your history of psychiatric episodes were extensive. That was even before you murdered your cheating boyfriend and his mistress, but of course your attorney had pleaded you not guilty by reason of insanity. That landed you in this sterile, oppressive place.
You’re upside down in the chair. Your legs hang over the backrest, socked feet kicking lazily in the air while your head dangles toward the floor. Your hair brushes the carpet as you hum to yourself.
He hasn’t acknowledged your position once since he began writing, which frustrated you. To you, being given orders such as sit up in the chair thrilled you. It gave you the opportunity to defy them. But the thing about Dr. Kent was that even when he didn’t demand, he still felt annoyingly in control and you weren’t exactly sure why.
For a long moment, you simply watch him write. Clark’s posture is relaxed, shoulders relaxed, one arm resting lightly on the desk while the other moves across the page in neat lines. He looks completely unbothered by your presence. The lamp light glints faintly off his glasses when he tilts his head, pausing occasionally to think before continuing his notes. He never rushes your sessions. His patience is one of the things about him that irritates you the most.
“What are you writing?” You finally ask. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed some form of acknowledgment.
“Observations,” he replies simply without looking up.
“Observations,” you repeat, your eyes narrowing before you easily swing your body up to sit with your legs crossed on the chair. “We haven’t even begun our session. How are you writing observations?”
Across the desk, he finishes the sentence he was writing before setting his pen down and glancing up to you. His blue eyes finally meet yours as you feel a shiver run down your spine. It was always unnerving how attractive he was.
“This week alone,” he says evenly, “you managed to slip out of your restraints, inject a nurse with the sedatives meant for you, triggered two security alerts, and attempted to access the administrative office,” his voice remains mild, almost conversational. “You’re been… busy. Your file takes time and effort to keep updated since there is quite a lot of material. Would you like some water while you wait for me?”
For a moment you just stare at him, your irritation growing. Dr. Kent never was irritated with your behavior. He never even acted bothered, just the same calm tone he always had. Attention, even if it was negative, was all you craved from him.
“No,” you scowl. It was clear you were frustrated.
He went back to jotting notes as the sounds of rain tapping the window and hand of the clock was like a ticking bomb to you exploding. The thing that maddened you even more than you already felt was that you were unable to get to Dr. Kent.
Your first week as his patient, you attempted to attack him with your own restraints. He easily disarmed you, grabbing you firmly as he managed to get you back into the chair without even hurting you. You were almost certain that was the night you fell in love with him, considering he was the only man who had ever physically put you in your place without any struggle at all.
Finally, he finished writing as he sets down his pen again. He clasps his hands together as he looks over at you, making your heart skip.
“How have you been feeling this week?”
You tilt your head slightly, watching him.
“Fine.”
Clark nods, his eyes studying you softly.
“I am hoping to elaborate a little more. Last session we spoke deeply about some of the thoughts you have, and strategies to use not to act on them. Let’s talk about some thoughts you’ve had this week.”
You sigh through your nose, leaning back in the chair as you smile softly at him.
“What kind are you hoping to hear about?”
“I’m not hoping for a specific one.”
“Alright,” you say, tapping your chin dramatically as you think. “Let’s see.”
“It’s hard to think clearly with the medication I’m filled with. I still think about hurting others, but it’s difficult to think in detail. The anger is still there, but I feel dull. Like I am a person trapped outside of my own body, screaming to feel even a fraction of what I used to.”
He nods, his expression not changing as he continues to look at you. Dr. Kent never actually took notes during your sessions. Once he was ready to begin, he gave you his undivided attention. Your hour session twice a week was never enough attention from him, though.
“I understand that can feel very dehumanizing,” he says quietly, his voice steady in that careful way it always is. There is no judgment in it, no forced sympathy, just a calm acknowledgment that lands somewhere between understanding and observation. “It is not easy to have something alter the natural state of thoughts. Medication can dull the mind, separate you from yourself in ways that feel unnatural.”
You stare at him for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly with a smirk.
“You always do that.”
“Do what?”
“Make me sound reasonable. Like I’m not the problem.”
For a moment, Clark doesn’t answer right away. He simply watches you, thoughtful, as if he is considering the weight of the words rather than reacting right away. The silence stretches just long enough to make you wonder if you finally distrusted the usual calmness.
“You are part of the problem,” he says plainly. “But you’re not the entirety of it.”
You huff out a small laugh, bringing your knees to your chest. You are so fascinated by him, but the way you can never get a reaction from him drives you crazy. You wanted to scream at him.
“What you’ve described doesn’t make your actions justifiable. But it does explain the emotions behind them. Understanding the cause of a behavior isn’t the same thing as excusing it.”
“I hate when you do this,” you say quickly.
“Do what?”
“Your way of pretending I’m fixable. You think you understand me because you’ve studied my file and met with me for seven months,” you start, wishing the man who had become your obsession could know the real you. “You have no idea about half of the things I’ve done or thought. No idea how fucked in the head I truly am, because I’ve always been restrained.”
For the first time, Dr. Kent’s lips twitch slightly. For a fraction of a second, you were sure it could have been a smirk if he had less control.
“I have never pretended you were fixable,” he states, his eyes watching you like he was amused but not letting his calm tone show that. “It is not my role to fix or cure you, either. You are committed here indefinitely,” he remind you matter of factly.
You are a little surprised by his response as you study him, trying to think of a response to quickly give him but none comes. “So what is your role?”
Clark holds your gaze for a moment before answering.
“To understand you.”
Your smile grows slowly. “That sounds dangerously close to curiosity, Dr. Kent.”
Clark doesn’t look away. “It’s part of the job.”
You lean forward across the desk slightly now, resting your forearms against the edge as your eyes search his face.
“You know,” you say softly, “most men who get curious about me don’t last very long.”
Clark raises an eyebrow faintly. For the first time, a faint smile crosses his lips while you think about how sexy he is. “Is that a warning?”
“Maybe,” you grin. “Do you want it to be?”
He lets a small huff of amusement leave his nose, now fully smirking as he leans forward now too. Your faces are about a foot apart, but your whole body feels on fire with excitement.
“Well, I think I can handle whatever you have planned for me,” he tells you simply.
You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath as your eyes flicker down to his mouth. Wild thoughts on how it would feel to have his hands all over you, his mouth against yours. You had the exhilarating feeling that Dr. Kent worshiped whoever he was with. The thought alone sends a shiver through you.
He notices the shift in your expression immediately. His eyes trail down your features thoughtfully before he looks back into your eyes. He smiles softly again before glancing to the clock.
“Our time is up for today.”
His sentence hits you like cold water, a million warning bells that you needed him going off in your head. How could he do that? You were so close.
“Dr. Kent-“ you say quickly, your eyes watching him as he stands and collects the file to organize it. “You’re just ending it there?”
“Yes,” he says, his normal simplicity back as he walks over to the door. Even the controlled way he moves irritates you. After seven long months of no intimacy, this felt like edging. You were positive that is what this was.
He opens the door as two guards stand there waiting to escort you back to your cell. You wanted to groan and complain, to scream at him to slam the door and lock it so he could take you over his desk.
“Have a wonderful day. I will see you for our Thursday session,” he gives you a professional smile, but there is a hint of something else under it.
The entire way you are escorted back, your mind burns with the glimpse of a side of Clark Kent you had never seen before. The realization that he might actually be teasing you is almost too much to handle. All this time, you were certain you would be the one to make him crack. Now you’re starting to understand something far more frustrating. He has far more control than you ever realized.
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note: just something fun I decided to write :D I feel like it could have used more passion but I love a good slow burn
content warnings: porn with a plot, established!relationship, rough patch in relationship, reader on edge, angst in some parts, nagging, lecturing, (slight) male incompetence, mean!reader, rough sex, smut, piv sex, creampie, edging (slight), readers hair mentioned, praise (once), sub turned dom Clark, hair pulling,
word count: 4.9k+
pairing: f!reader x Clark Kent
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As surprising as it was, even a relationship with Clark Kent could grow stale. He was your impossibly sweet, golden retriever like boyfriend of three years. If you had shown yourself a snapshot of where your relationship was now on the first date, you would have never believed it. There was no way being with someone like Clark could possibly be going this poorly.
You weren’t sure exactly when it happened. Maybe somewhere between his unpredictable hours and your own long days, the magic had slowly began to thin over time. You still loved him, God, you did, but somehow your love had fallen into more of a routine than the exciting passion it had started as.
Clark was still the same man who had stolen your heart. He was kind, thoughtful, incredibly passionate, undoubtedly loyal, and the epitome of anything you could ask for in a partner. He still brought you small surprises, like flowers or your favorite coffee. The two of you still kissed each morning before leaving to go about your days. He still smiled that same, quiet smile when you talked even if he was tired to the bone.
But lately, you found yourself becoming someone you didn’t even recognize. The kind of girlfriend who huffed when he carelessly missed the hamper and dropped a shirt next to it instead of in it. Or the type who snapped at him when he forgot to take the trash down again. Sometimes even your own voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard in your head, but you couldn’t help but fall into the routine of nagging.
“Clark, how hard is it to read a grocery list? Like seriously.” He’d blink, confused, before he looked down at the wrong brand of cereal he had grabbed. Now, Clark knew all about how most men did show signs of incompetence and he understood your frustration. He wasn’t trying to get out of being asked to do things, most of his mistakes were results of being purely exhausted. Instead of arguing back that he had briefly glanced over the list and bought the cereal you usually bought instead of the one on the list, he just apologized.
“I’m sorry, I can stop in tomorrow after work to grab the right one.”
“You always grab the wrong one,” you cut in, sharper than you meant it.
The worst part of all of this was that he never snapped back. It would be much easier to rip into him each time if he was ready to fight back, but instead he usually acknowledged his mistakes. He paused for a moment, keeping calm, and just nodded in agreement with you. He never rolled his eyes or changed his tone. Every now and then, maybe gave a small sigh before he quietly tried to fix whatever mistake he made.
Honestly, that probably made you angrier. Because what were you supposed to do with all this bottled up frustration when he just took it?
The next night, you were at the kitchen table. You still wore your work uniform from earlier as your lap top sat open in front of you, the light straining your eyes and giving you a faint head ache as you copied down notes for one of your classes. You didn’t even look up at you heard the door unlock. Clark stepped inside, his shoulder heavy as his tie was loose around his neck. He carried in a bag of takeout and set it down on the counter before taking off his glasses.
“Hey,” his voice was steady and warm as he gave you a small smile.
You didn’t look up as you continued to type. “Hey.”
A moment later came the rustling of plastic as he reached into the bag. The smell of chicken filled the air as he glanced at you once more. “Do you want to eat now?” He asked, going to grab two plates. You shook your head in response, mumbling you would in a few minutes as you continued.
Instead of relief that you didn’t have to make your own dinner, you felt the familiar ache of irritation settle under your skin. He began to unpack the containers, the crinkle of plastic and snap of lids filling your ears. He hummed softly under his breath, pushing some food onto both plates with a fork as everyone once in a while it tapped against the glass. For some reason, that was it.
“Do you really have to make noise like that?” You snap, still not even bothering to look up.
The humming stops as he pauses.
“Sorry,” he says quietly, still gentle. “I know you’re trying to study. I’ll be quiet.”
He went quiet now, but guilt had already settled into your chest. The sharpness in your voice was honestly unnecessary, but you had trouble with apologies especially when you were in a mood like this.
A few minutes later he walked over your plate to you, realized you weren’t going to join him at the counter. “You should really take a quick break and eat,” he says, hesitating as he pauses above you. A year ago, he would have rested his hands on your shoulders to gently stroke your arms. He knew now that when you were overwhelmed, the last thing you needed was to be touched.
“I’m busy.”
“I know,” he said simply. “It looks like you’ve been at it since you got home from work, though.”
You finally glanced up at him for the first time tonight. You were half prepared to keep arguing, but you were too tired to say anything else. Your eyes trailed over his features. His black hair that fell in messy short curls, his kind eyes, soft, pink lips, his tall stature. He really was undeniably attractive, yet you seemed to forget that sometimes. Somehow, he still looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. You hated that too. How gentle and patient he could be as you showed him anger more than half the time.
The weeks continued like that. Quiet, tense, and familiar in the worst way. You told yourself it would get better after each milestone. After this one final, after this semester, after things slowed down at the Planet, after the world stopped destroying itself just to expect Superman to clean it up. Every time you thought about it, you told yourself when things finally settled down that you could find your way back to each other. But time just continued to stretch. The world never stopped needed him, and you never stopped feeling like your head was underwater. Your relationship continued to spiral into something that only looked like normalcy on the outside.
You still kissed each other goodnight and said “love you”. You even had sex once a week, although that had become like a thing to get done off the to do list rather than fun like it was supposed to.
You didn’t even realize how bad it had gotten until one night, Clark was kissing your neck softly as he thrusted in and out of you slowly. What once had you giggling and kissing between the sheets, back arching with pleasure and nails digging into his shoulders, had you staring up at the ceiling lost in thought. You were thinking about the paper that you still hadn’t start due in two days. Or the bill that you really needed to remember to pay before midnight to avoid the late fee. Mundane things that definitely didn’t belong during a time like this until Clark’s voice pulled you back in.
He’d already said your name once, then again as your eyes fixed onto his face.
“Are you even here right now?” He asked quietly. You blinked, realizing too late that he had witnessed your lack of enthusiasm. His tone wasn’t angry, just hurt, which was worse. You swallowed as guilt built inside of you.
“I’m just tired,” the excuse felt pathetic on your lips, but it wasn’t exactly a lie either. You were tired of being this way. He nodded slow as his gaze lingered on you that let you know he didn’t fully believe it. He gently pressed a kiss to your lips as if he could try to search for whatever had gone missing between the both of you.
“I know. I just miss you.”
A few days pass of the same muted routine. You’d made dinner that night, although the word ‘made’ was hardly the truth. It was just noodles, jarred sauce, and pepper. It was the kind of meal that you threw together out of obligation, not care.
You sat at the kitchen counter with a stack of bills piled in front of you. Your phone sat on the counter too as you tapped through payments, only half focus and purely tired.
The front door opened with its familiar creak as Clark stepped in. His shoulders were slumped as usual as he slipped his shoes and glasses off.
“Hi babe,” he said gently, offering you that soft smile the didn’t quite reach his eyes lately.
“You told me you paid the phone bill this month,” you said flatly, skipping over a greeting entirely as the payment confirmation you had just made loaded on your screen. “Now we have a late fee, and I just made a double payment on your student loan because you paid that one instead.”
He paused mid step, frown tugging at his lips. “Oh. I- I could have sworn I remembered paying Verizon.”
You didn’t respond, instead scrolling to the next bill. “I hope you don’t mix this many things up at work,” you sigh under your breath. “It’s like you leave your mind there for the night.”
Clark stood there for a moment, jaw tightening slightly before nodding. “Sorry,” he said simply, moving over to the sink to wash his hands. His shoulders were tense as he seemed to scrub at his skin with a little more force than usual.
He joined you at the counter a moment later with a plate of the food you had made. He began to eat in silence as you continued to scroll through payments. The occasional clink of his fork against the plate irritated you, but this time you didn’t mention it.
After a few minutes, you slid off the stool to go grab your laptop charger from the bedroom. Passing the doorway, your gaze caught on the familiar sight of Clark’s dress shoes sitting by the mat.
“Shoes go on the rack,” you say sharply, loud enough for him to hear as you scoop them up. “This small ass shoebox is already cluttered enough. You seem to like adding to it.”
Clark looked up from his plate, blinking at you. There was a flicker of something tired and restrained in his gaze. He remembered the way you used to love this apartment. You had picked it out together after a year of being together, laughing together about how cozy it was. Now all it was is just a shoebox to you?
He swallowed, a breath coming from his nose as he went back to eating. “Sorry,” he muttered again.
You came back into the kitchen with your charger just as Clark was standing to put his plate in the sink.
“Rinse it,” you say without looking up, the words coming out more like an order rather than the reminder they were intended to be.
He went still. His hands rested on the edge of the counter, shoulders flexing tight as he breathed in slowly through his nose and shut his eyes. The faintest crack followed, causing your head to snap up. A thin fracture ran through the tile beneath his right hand.
“Are you kidding me, Clark? Did you-“
“Do you ever shut up?”
The words cut yours off, deep and rough. They were nothing like the voice you knew. He still hadn’t even turned around. You sat frozen, lips parted in pure shock. The silence stretched for at least twenty seconds.
“Excuse me?”
He straightened slowly, his back muscles smoothing out in his white dress shirt as he stood up and turned to face you. The calm that always defined his features was gone.
“I asked if you were ever going to stop bitching.”
Your heart stumbled in your chest. Clark never swore. In three years together, you could count on one hand the amount of times he had said the word hell.
“I’m not bitching,” your voice is low and defensive. “You just cracked the counter. One we will have to pay for and fix. What is wrong with you?”
His eyes met yours as you could see the frustration he had pushed down for far too long beginning to surface. In a horribly toxic way, it excited and relieved you deep down.
“We have to fix?” He repeated, voice rising. “Or will that just go on my endless list of things I can’t do right anyway?”
His words echoed through the apartment leaving a small ringing quiet behind them. But you weren’t done yet.
“You think I enjoy nagging you? You really think I like picking up the slack every time you forget something?”
“You don’t talk to me,” he shot back, barely waiting for you to finish. “You talk at me. You don’t even look at me anymore unless I’ve done something wrong.”
Each word from him shocked you even further. He had never talked like this to you. It flustered you, how different he sounded than the man you had grown to know. Your hands trembled slightly as you crossed your arms, needing to do something with them.
“Don’t even bother coming to bed,” you said finally, your voice more quiet than you intended it to sound. He stared after you for a moment, chest heaving slightly as you walked down the hall. Then he decided to move, following you.
You turned to find him following after you in the bedroom as a mix of anger and something else you couldn’t quite name yet flared in you.
“I said stay on the couch!” You snapped, even though your voice held barely any of the usual sharpness it usually did.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he crossed the room and caught your arm as you tried to jerk away from him. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was still firm enough to get your attention. Your eyes widened as he seemed to be almost pleased that you shut your mouth so easily.
“I am not your doormat,” he said, his voice low and steady. His usual kind eyes are now a different shade of blue as they bore into yours. “And I think you need to be reminded that this is a relationship and I am just as much in charge of it as you are.”
You are pressed to the bed firmly and before you can even respond, his lips are planted against yours roughly. It feels as if you are in a dream as you can’t remember the last time the two of you shared a kiss with even an ounce of true passion, let alone this roughly. He doesn’t even give you a chance to collect yourself as you are pinned to the mattress, his mouth attacking yourself as a wave of thrill washes over you.
“Clark,” you breathe as his finally pulls away, his hands sliding up your bare sides under your top as he tugs it away quickly and lets it fall carelessly to the floor. Your voice was softer than you meant it to be, more like a small gasp as you knew he could hear your heart hammering. “I… haven’t shaved my legs.”
It was a lame excuse, you knew that. Clark had seen you are your absolute worst over the last three years. Food poisoning, morning breath, hair literally everywhere due to falling into a roommate like routine. But you had to come up with something to try to push him away no matter how pathetic it was. It felt almost painful to just lay there without putting up a fight after being so tense and mean for so long.
But Clark didn’t respond. Usually, he would’ve found that amusing and let out a small laugh. Now he didn’t even bother to acknowledge the sorry attempt at trying to stop him.
You couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal pool in your gut at the way his eyes darkened when they glued to your bare chest under him. They raked over your exposed tits as if he had never seen you naked before. In his defense, he was technically seeing everything in a new light with the frustration that had overtaken him. His lips were immediately around your hardened nipple before you cried out at the way his teeth grazed the sensitive bud.
“Go ahead, yell at me some more. I even forgot to switch the laundry before leaving for work. Go ahead and raise that pretty voice at me,” he growls, his fingers now pinching the other one before his tongue continues to swirl around the one he was working before. But you couldn’t. Of course you couldn’t. Your lips were parted as you let out a shaky breath, watching as your usually docile boyfriend panted over you like a feral animal.
You didn’t even bother to come up with anymore excuses as his hands grabbed roughly at the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them carelessly as he ripped them down your legs. They were disposed onto the floor as you now laid out beneath him, completely naked and feeling more exposed than you ever had as his eyes raked your body. He moved slightly, standing up to tower over you on the edge of the bed as he began to unbutton his white dress shirt. After it was shrugged off, his rough hands gripped your hips and drug you right to the edge of the bed as you let out a surprise yelp. His hands moved to your thighs, barely prying them open as you did so willingly.
“Look at this,” he says lowly, his thumb firmly pressing up your slit with a quick swipe as it glistened with your slick. You gasp softly as your teeth catches your bottom lip, trembling slightly at the unexpected touch that wasn’t enough at all to cool the burning fire in you. “All this constant attitude, and nagging, and lectures, just for it to be shut down when I finally put you in your place.”
“Clark,” your voice is needy, pathetic even as you want, no, need his touch again. You didn’t know how you could have ever grown used to the hottest man you had ever met, and now here you were ready to beg for him to just touch you. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t-“
His hand covers your mouth to silence you as his lips press into a thin line, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. The apology we both need can’t be done with words.”
His hand is only removed to grab at your arms and lift you slightly. He easily flips you over, positioning you just the way he wants as he pulls your hips up and presses your head into the mattress. You move your head to the side to be able to breathe as his large hand snakes its way into your hair, pressing your face and tits into the bed as he adjusts you so your ass is in the air. “Relax,” he commands.
Your body trembles in anticipation as you can feel your pussy throb in a way it had never before. He hadn’t even touched you, his thumb barely running over your folds to check if you were wet, and you were dripping for him already.
You feel your head roughly tugged back by your hair, your widened eyes meeting his as he glares at you sternly. “I said relax,” he repeats, holding your head back until you let out a shaky breath and listen. Your hips become less tense as he returns your face to be smashed against the bed. It would be easy to feel shame at this point, but fortunately the throbbing in your core only made it possible to think about the way you desperately needed to be pounded.
Your heart rate quickens at the sound of his belt being undone with his other hand.
“Clark, please. I need you so bad, I can’t wait,” your words are whiny and pathetic as he is able to undo his slacks with one hand.
He just smirks, a small sound of smugness coming from him as one of his hands grab your ass cheek, pulling them apart and massaging at the same time.
“No warm up? I don’t think you need it either. I could see your little cunt glistening before I even flipped you over,” he teases, still playing with your ass as you let out a whimper. “So mean all the time. So demanding. Who knew you could be so helpless?”
If you weren’t trembling before, you were sure now you were full on shaking in anticipation as your ass hung in the air, exposed and throbbing as his will.
“Clark please. I will never-“
You are cut off by the way you feel the head of his cock press between your folds, causing you to hiss and jerk your hips toward him, desperate to have him inside you. He moves back slightly, his free hand holding your hips easily now as it continues to press up and down your folds, but he makes sure to not let it brush past your clit.
“Never what, honey?” He asks casually, letting you practically suffer under him as he moves up and down.
“N-never disrespect you a-anymore,” you whimper. You were sure you were on the verge of tears, wanting nothing more than his cock deep inside your womb but of course he wouldn’t let that happen.
“I will start talking to you!” The last word comes more enunciated than you intended it to as he finally ruts his swollen tip across your throbbing clit. “N-not at you anymore,” you pant.
“I know you can be a sweet girl,” he coos and you practically stifle out a cry as the conversation continues with no sign of him plunging into you. “Remember when you used to send me sweet texts everyday about how much you missed me? Or couldn’t fall asleep without cuddling?”
An actual tear slipped from your eye from how overwhelmed you were with the need to just be fucked. “M-mhm,” you whimper, barely able to process how long ago that point in your relationship was. “Please, Clark. We can go back to that, I can be her again.”
He smiles faintly at your words as his hand gently stroked your hip.
“You’ll be my sweet girl again? Maybe I’ll have to welcome her back by giving her what she desperately needs right now.”
Your eyes widen as you nod against his hand, barely able to form words to beg.
“Yes! Please, I’ll be so good. S-so sweet, you won’t-“
But your words are cut short the moment he plunged into you. You suck in a breath as his large size fills your dripping cunt in one thrust, balls already pressing against your ass as he paused there for just a moment to really amplify the dramatics.
“Cl-Clark,” the whimper falls from your lips easily as your warm walls wrap around him tightly. Although you can’t hear it, he lets out a sigh of relief from his nose too as his hard cock twitches already at the feel of you.
That was the only time Clark was going to go slow that night. Without warning, he pulls back before ramming into you roughly, finding an animalistic rhythm as he pounds into you with more force than normal each time. The skin of his thighs slap against yours as a string of pathetic whines and whimpers leave your lips, his hand still gripping your hair as he holds your upper half down forcefully.
After so many years, it was almost like you forgotten that his size was much larger than average. Without foreplay and in a new position, his cock plunged into your cunt with a force that was borderline painful, if he hadn’t managed to find your g-spot every time due to knowing your body so well.
“O-oh! Clark, please!” You whine as he stretches you out.
“This was all you needed, huh? Me to remind you that you’re not in charge?” He grunts, your warm, spongey pussy almost making him want to whimper. Your fingers grip the sheets as you try to nod, your mind completely foggy now as you are pounded into.
His hand untangles itself from your hair as he slows down slightly, instead grabbing both of your arms as he bends them to hold them behind your back. You cry softly, barely able to hold yourself up as he continues to pour himself into you.
He wants to praise you, tell you how pretty your face looks pressed against the mattress, or how well your tight pussy is taking his cock, or the way your ass cheeks look gorgeous recoiling off his thighs when he ruts into you, but he can’t. Not now, at least.
“Is that pretty mouth finally out of things to say?” he asks you instead, adjusting his grip against your forearms as you feel your eyes could roll to the back of your head.
Your orgasm begins to build deep inside your abdomen as you pulse around him. He notices immediately at the shift in your noises and the way you pulsate around him.
Since he’s feeling so mean, he pulls out of you. You gasp, jerking under his grasp as he holds you down.
“No! Please,” you beg, your pussy still contracting at the absence of him.
He tsks, shaking his head as his cock glistens with your wetness, still standing straight up.
“I know it hurts, baby. It’s so hard when the person you love is mean to you,” he grins, adjusting you by your arms as he lays down on the mattress on his back. He rests against the head board, pulling you close as you whimper and continue to beg.
“Lucky for you I love you too much to make you suffer,” he says softly, kissing your neck. After a very painful minute, he holds your hips and guides you back to his cock, the tip finding your gaping, desperate hole as he presses back up into you.
You let out a cry of relief as he fills you again, using his strength to easily hold you up as he pushes himself up into you over and over.
Your head throws back, tits bouncing as your skin slaps together. He holds your hips firmly, loving the way your head falls back against his shoulder. Your head tilts to look at him, your eyes filled with the beautiful look of being completely lost as he has to do his best to ignore the way he has seemingly fell in love with you for the millionth time and focus on the way you need to be fucked. His lips find yours only once in a passionate kiss, letting himself slip into the pure love he still has for you before removing them to continue. You let yourself fall back against his shoulder again, the most guttural noises you have ever made falling from your lips.
“Clark,” you whine, moments away from letting go. “I- I’m about to-“
A gasp interrupts your words as he pulls out again. Clark has never done this to you, never switched positions like this and edged you. This just felt cruel.
Your words fall into a string of begs and whimpers as he hushes you, moving you to the bed as he lies you down. Both of your legs are pressed over his shoulders as he looks down at you, gently holding your calves as he kisses the inside of one.
“Clark, please,” your tone is the most pathetic it has ever been, sounding like you were begging for something like your life. He ignored your pleading, taking his time to adjust his cock against your entrance teasingly. Tears well your eyes again until he finally presses his hips forward.
This was the best position yet. The way your legs are over his shoulders allows for even deeper penetration, his tip kissing your womb each time that leaves you seeing stars. It only takes a few thrusts before you can’t stop yourself from coming undone.
Your head spins as the coil deep in your belly snaps, waves of your cum spilling over his cock as your eyes roll to the back of your head. He watches in awe, almost coming undone himself as he is reminded yet again you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“I- I love you so much,” he mutters, still plunging into you as your tight walls continue to pulse around him, a white sticky display of your orgasm now all over his cock. You can barely even process what he said as you continue to ride out the aftershocks. The way he continues to rut into your sensitive cunt almost makes you cry.
It doesn’t take much longer for him to finish, pressing himself deep inside of you for the last time as spurts of his cum fill you. You are in a daze as he eventually pulls out of you, gently moving your legs so he can fall onto the mattress. He instantly wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest as your thighs continue to tremble.
Neither of you say anything as his lips press against your head. The only thing you were sure of in this moment is that you could never take dating Clark Kent for granted again.
summary: Not even Superman can ignore the haunting sound of a Siren call. It is easy to reel him in and capture him in your grasp. But it is your turn to be mislead when you realize he doesn’t drown. Instead, now you are stuck with the most frustrating problem of all: a lovesick man who refuses to leave you alone. (Copied & pasted from part 1).
content warnings: heavy angst (feeling of longing/heartbreak, reader gets taken against her will, tied up, in pain, overwhelming thoughts), reader’s hair mentioned (no description), Clark saves reader, heavy kissing (please also read other c.w. in other parts)
word count: 6.7k (yikesss sorry!)
pairing: siren!f!reader x Superman
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The next few days are quiet. Every evening, Clark returns to the same rock in hopes that you would be there. He had some idea on what had happened, assuming you were overwhelmed with everything and he had gone too far too fast. He swore to himself he would back off and tell you he could slow down, he just needed to see you.
Sometimes he sits on the rock. Other times he paces back and forth. Most of the time though he stands and stares over the horizon as if he’s waiting for you to surface. But you don’t. You linger fall below in the water, the weight of whatever feeling this was weighing on your chest.
It was unrealistic and went against every instinct you had naturally to fall for him. It was scary, though you’d never admit that. Even if you did allow yourself to fall for him, what would happen when he grew bored of having to come to the water? He could fly literally anywhere in the world, there was no way he could be content with someone who was trapped within the salt water of the ocean.
On the fourth night, you rise close enough under water to catch a glimpse of him from behind. He is sitting on the same rock just staring out into the open water. His cape is soaked with mist as the waves lap strongly against the perch. For a moment you almost break the surface, wanting to at least sit in silence with him, but you can’t. So you sink again and the days continue to stretch.
You float in the middle of the sea, staring up at the thousands of stars in the black sky. It is easy to fall into thoughts and memories of his face and the way he laughs. His smile was perfect, his teeth straight and white and he had the kind of laugh that made you want to return it. Sometimes you could even hear his voice through the waves.
It was hopeless. You were hopeless. You couldn’t hunt, couldn’t sing, or even rest on your rock without the ache of his absence clawing at you. You really don’t belong in his world, yet you couldn’t find a way to fully return to your own.
At this point, Clark doesn’t know if he should keep coming. He tells himself each night that if you don’t show, he’ll stop. It would be for the best to let you go if that’s what you wanted but he continues to keep coming back to check.
~
One night, you are drifting along the surface once more, floating on your back. The good thing about the ocean being your home was there was plenty of space to sulk around and be hopeless without anyone actually seeing you. So you fell into your new routine, letting the heavy silence become a background noise to your thoughts.
That was why you didn’t notice the shadow at first. Not until the suddenness of a heavy weight was thrown over you, smacking you in the face and tail. You instantly darted under, only to find you were pulled back and surrounded by a net. The thick rope tightened around you as you thrashed, pulling toward the bottom of the ocean as hard as you could as you felt the resistance of the boat the net was attached to. But the damage was already done. You had been caught off guard, and once you were lifted from the water there was only so much your violent squirms could do.
Your body was soaked and dripping as you were lifted from the sea. Once above the deck, the net was dropped with a loud thud as your body slammed against the wooden deck. The impact knocked the breath from your chest as you were completely taken by surprise.
You then lifted your head to find three men staggering back, their faces pale as if they had seen a ghost.
“Woah,” one of them whispered, half in awe and half in fear. “A mermaid.”
A growl built in your throat as you finally got your senses back. Your muscles tightened as you locked eyes with the young one, the fool who had called you something he could only wish you were. With a sudden lunge, you quickly reached out and grabbed his ankle through the cords and yanked him down. His body hit the deck as hard as you did, letting out a horrible cry as he sprawled out. Your claws dug deeply into his skin as he flailed desperately.
Before you could drag him closer, a brutal hand fisted in your hair before your head was yanked back. You hissed in rage, twisting violently before the third man had already began moving in. A coarse rope was shoved between your lips and pulled tight around your head, choking off any sound you could make before it left your throat. Your hands were then tied behind your back, using multiple ropes to secure you.
The young one stumbled back, still on the ground as he clutched his bleeding leg. You writhed and spat at the gag, hatred flashing in your eyes, but you were only met with a grim look from the oldest fisherman.
“This is no mermaid,” he said darkly, staring down at you as you strained against your restraints. “If she is able to use her voice, we lose everything, including our lives. We’ll take her into town, maybe auction her off in the morning before the government gets ahold of this.”
The young one nods as he has now stood up, still staring at you in shock. You glare at him silently, watching as he approaches you once more. Some just don’t learn.
“She’s beautiful,” he says, his voice trembling. “Imagine the money. Imagine-“
But he had used his boot to poke at your tail in a stupid and giddy fashion. His sentence is cut short as you thrash your tail forward, sweeping him off his feet and back onto the deck with a thud.
He yelps again as the other men turn around.
“You are an idiot. Stop messing with her. She is dangerous,” the other snaps.
The boat creaked as it was guided into a quiet harbor. The men docked the boat, the night full of silence as they tied it quickly to the dock. Their voices were hushed as if they were afraid the town would hear of the prize they had just brought in.
You lay bound to the deck, your hair plastered to the side of your face as all you could do is stare at the sky above. The ropes had begun to dig into your skin raw, but it was nothing compared to the new suffocating feeling of being away from water this long. Your scales itched and pulled tight as if they were drying and cracking beneath the dried salt.
You listened to the older fishermen bark orders at the young one to watch over you under they returned. They needed to leave to get some things to prepare for the morning.
The young man leaned against the edge of the boat, far from you as he steals glances at you. Your eyes wanted to roll to the back of your head as he started his mindless rambling, partly of what he would do with the money, about how he couldn’t believe he had found you. Your eyes just fixed on him with a death glare. It seemed to make him nervous eventually, causing him to retreat out of the boat and onto the deck. He leaned against a pole, half watching you as he sighed. Before long, his head lolled forward as his eyelids drooped shut.
Fucking finally.
You began to try to inch toward the edge of the boat. It was a struggle, but you managed to move yourself closer as you tried to sit up. The ropes pulled at you, making it hard as you tried to pull at them. God. Could you really blame Clark this time for making you this kind of weak?
You huffed as your head dropped back onto the deck. You breathed a few times before going to try again. This time though, you were met with a sharp pain in your tail, causing you to give up straining.
Your chest heaved slightly as you breathed through your nose, trying to ignore the strange discomfort. It was only a moment later that a burning sensation ran up your spine, your muscles twitching violently beneath the ropes. The feeling grew worse, almost as if your own body was tearing itself apart from the inside. You twisted as the gag muffled your raw cries as the pain ripped through you.
Your scales dried and cracked as they begin to shed onto the deck around you. The muscles in your tail spasmed as bones began to reshape. The agony was blinding as you couldn’t even scream.
By the time your waves of pain subsided, your chest heaved as your body trembled. Your tail that was once stretched was replaced by two human legs trapped under the ropes. Your eyes were wide in horror as you looked at them, your breaths shallow and desperate.
As dawn broke, the sky was painted in a muted orange color. Your heard the sounds of boots hitting the dock as the other men had returned, holding the one who was supposed to be watching you awake.
When they climbed back into the boat, they stopped dead in their tracks.
“What the hell?” One barked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you in your new state. You laid against the deck, your body trembling and clammy where you tail had once been. “What happened to the siren?”
The younger one staggered forward. “I- I don’t know what happened. I swear, she was-“
“What did you do?” The other demanded.
“I didn’t do anything!” He cried, voice now in a panic. “She- she changed. I don’t understand.”
~
Back at the Daily Planet a few states away, Clark had arrived at his day job. Perry White glanced up at him with a small scowl, pretty much accepting that employing Clark Kent meant it came with him clocking in five minutes late everyday.
“Kent! Got something for you,” Perry called from the doorway of his office. Clark turned on his feet obediently, following into his office. He had still been a little heartbroken over the fact he hadn’t seen you in a week.
Clark stood behind his chair, glancing at the monitor as Perry shook his head as he opened the email.
“Some nut job out in Mass thinks he’s got himself a mermaid. Probably just three drunks and a fishing net, but the story is already gaining some traction online. Conspiracy, myth, hell, it might even make a funny side story. Why don’t you-“
He stops, frowning as he realizes he is speaking to an empty office now.
“Kent?” He asks, finding Clark gone. He blinked toward the open doorway, shaking his head. “Strange kid.”
Clark was already gone, weaving through people until he found an empty alleyway. He stumbled to change into his suit before tossing his glasses into his bag. The world blurred around him as he darted into the sky, begging inside his head that it wasn’t you as he headed toward the town.
~
When Clark arrived, the men continued to argue as their voices grew louder with every word. None of them noticed until the sound of his solid boots thudded against the deck.
They froze, looking up at him as his cape settled behind him. Their mouths fell open after their argument had died as Superman stood before them. His jaw clenched, staring at them with pure fury.
He didn’t even bother to spare them long to wait. In one stride, he had one of the older fishermen by the collar and slammed him against the wooden pole of the dock. The wood shuddered under the impact as his cold gaze bored into the man.
The older man’s face drained of color as Clark leaned close.
“You will not say another word about this. To anyone.”
He tightened his grip slightly as to emphasize his warning.
“When people arrive, you tell them she escaped over the side of your boat. Do I make myself clear?”
The man swallowed hard before nodding frantically. “Y-yes, Superman. Of course.”
Clark released him as the man stumbled forward. His cape snapped behind him as he turned to approach you. Of course, he was a little surprised to see you in this condition, but now wasn’t the time to ask you about it. He knelt down to easily tear the ropes away, freeing your skin from the tight restraints.
His eyes had changed back into the same you knew, no longer holding any anger or intimidation as he scooped you in his arms. He lifted you easily against him, holding you tightly as he began to fly toward the sea.
You didn’t say anything as your heart thumped in shock, the wind blowing past your bare skin as Clark flew you back to the familiar spot you two met at. He hesitated if he should put you on the rock or into the ocean, but decided to lower you into the water.
You sunk into the waves in relief, closing your eyes as you resurfaced and let out a soft sigh. Thankfully, the process of your tail returning was not painful like gaining legs was. You returned to your normal state as the salt water felt relieving against your skin.
You opened your eyes to glance up at him as he sat on the rock next to you, watching you thoughtfully.
“Thank you,” you tell him softly. Your arms rested on the rock as you placed your head on them.
Clark looked down at you, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile. He reached down to push some hair behind your ear.
“You’re welcome. I’d never let anything happen to you.”
The words lingered in the air between the both of you. You didn’t roll your eyes or snap at him, instead just forcing yourself to sit in the silence. The ocean felt alive around you once more, comforting you in a way you didn’t know you could miss so much after the night before. The only thing that seemed to crash heavier against you than the waves was his gaze. For a few long moments, a comfortable silence settled between you.
“Did you know you could do that?” He asked, tilting his head slightly as the question had nagged him since he saw you.
A wry smile tugged at your lips as you shook your head. “No. I’ve never even heard of any of my kind doing that, actually,” your voice was soft, almost uncertain. “I was out of the water for a couple hours when it started to happen. I guess I’ve never been out that long before.”
Clark nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving you. Another moment passes before he is slipping into the water, suit and all. He didn’t move quickly but instead just closed the distance between your bodies with a quiet certainty. When his hands found your arms his touch was feather light. His thumbs gently brushed across your wet skin as your eyes locked. The warmth of his body contrasted with the feeling of the cool sea water.
“I understand why you push me away,” his voice speaks eventually. “I know it’s unnatural. I get that you have to protect yourself. But I can take it.”
He pulled you just a little closer, being careful not to startle you. “I can’t stop myself from coming back to you. I have to see you even if it’s just like this. At least let me be your friend.”
Your heart feels heavy in your chest. On one hand, you feel guilty for wanting him. You knew he deserved someone more like him. Someone simpler, or kind, or at the very least someone who hadn’t killed people before. On the other you felt sick at the thought of just being a friend to him. But words are hard, so you just blink at him before your eyes flicker to his mouth again.
Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you leaned forward and crashed your lips against his. He froze for a moment feeling stunned. Then, his body melted into yours. His large hands slip up to cup your face softly as his kissed you back with aching tenderness. His soft lips molded against yours like he’d been waiting his entire life for you.
The kiss was slow at first. It was passionate in a way that made your whole body hum. Your tail lapped gently in the water, brushing against his legs every once in a while as you hold onto him. You felt yourself slipping deeper into him than you already had.
Your tongue slid into his parted mouth, bold and hungry. The sound of his low groan vibrated against your mouth. He kissed you harder in return as if he never would let go.
Eventually, you pull away. You were breathless in a way you hadn’t experienced before but nothing could prepare you for the sight in front of you. Clark’s eyes were hazy and unfocused, his cheeks faintly flushed. There was a lazy, lovesick smile curving his lips as he looked at you.
“Woah,” he breathed, his voice tinged with awe and daze all at once.
You try to wipe the smile from your own expression as you attack his mouth with more kisses, practically pressing him against the rock.
The feeling of his warm, steady hands rested on your waist as he pulled you close before they move to tangle in your hair. Your own hands held the sides of his face, craving more of him as both of you basically swallowed each other. It was messy, fevered, desperate, and made your whole body light up in excitement.
It was a terrifying feeling to think about the amount of men you had lured just to end up letting some indestructible puppy like man pull you under. The feeling was dizzying, intoxicating, and someone you never wanted to let go of.
When you finally tore away, your foreheads rested together as the both of you smiled, pressing a few more soft kisses to each other paired with soft giggles. “Gosh…” he muttered, stroking your skin softly as your head rested against his. It was quiet for a moment as the two of you pressed against the rock just holding one another.
“Come with me,” he said suddenly. His smile had faded as he looked at you seriously. You didn’t even respond before he continued. “Stay with me at my apartment. Please. I don’t care how, but we can make it work. It will be fun and you can come back to the water at any time if you don’t like it.”
You are a little startled by his request, feeling the familiar instinct to pull away building inside of you. But you can’t. He is too sweet and you do genuinely want to be his.
With a small breath from your nose, you nod slightly as your eyes stare into his. “Okay,” you reply quietly, leaving it simple.
He doesn’t seem completely satisfied as his hands continue to rub your arms softly. “Am I freaking you out?” He asks, his voice a little softer. “We don’t have to talk about this. I can keep visiting you.”
You shake your head, giving him a small smile.
“No, Clark, I want to. Really. Our relationship is already weird enough so I don’t really think it’s possible to freak me out. I want to come with you.”
He smiles an actual smile, one with teeth before kissing you again.
“Really?” He grins, holding your face as he presses his lips to yours over and over. You squirm against him, laughing slightly as you shove his chest gently.
“Don’t make me change my mind,” you grin.
That afternoon, you are laid out next to Clark in a secluded beach area that was surrounded by a forest. The sun was warm against your damp skin as you let out a sigh, every inch of you aching with the slow process of drying out.
Clark, of course, had plopped himself in the sand right beside you. He lays on his side, an arm propping up his head as the grin on his face hasn’t left since he carried you up to the shore.
“Stop,” you laugh, narrowing your eyes as you begin to feel slightly insecure under his gaze.
He only grinned wider, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead before settling back down. His gaze remained filled with warmth that you began to accept you did indeed crave his attention.
His finger ended up trailing random patterns on your arm. “Anything I can do to speed this up?” He teased, his tone filled with that annoyingly cute boyish charm. “I mean, I could blow on you. Maybe take you flying.”
Your hand lunged for his face as you grip his jaw, squeezing his cheeks tightly. “You are just so cute,” you grit your teeth in mock adoration. Clark’s eyes widen before he is laughing beside you.
Eventually, the two of you rolled over onto your stomachs as your elbows propped in the sand. Clark reaches out and begins to trace shapes into the damn grains. At first they were just random swirls before he decides to put your initials together. He drew a heart around it with a grin.
Your eyes narrowed as he explained what the letters meant, but you couldn’t help the small smile that landed on your lips. Then he started talking. His voice was calm and full of excitement at the same time as it made your chest ache. “I can’t wait to take you to this Italian food place I love. You’ll love pasta. Oh- and there’s this park by my house we can walk through. When the weather starts to get colder, the leaves change colors and it’s like this beautiful display of orange and red, you’ll love it. And your first bite of ice cream? I can’t wait to see that.”
You sigh softly as the smile has stayed on your lips. Your arm has now linked around his as you lean your head against his shoulder. His warmth seeped into you in a way other than his body temperature.
He kept talking, planting these little visions of a future together. You honestly lost track of the words for a moment, just enjoying the sound of his voice and your own images of how this all seemed too good to be true.
“… and we’ll binge these things called tv shows together. We can watch the first episode of a variety of ones, give you some options. There’s nothing like curling up on the couch and finishing a whole season in one sitting.”
You laugh lightly, your nose scrunching as you continue to lean against him.
Clark glanced down at you, his brow lifting slightly. “What? Too much?”
You shook your head still smiling. “No, not at all. First of all, I don’t even know half of what you’re referring to. And I was just also thinking it’s cute how you haven’t mentioned anything sexual yet. That’s usually all guys think about.”
Clark blinked, swallowing as he was caught off guard on that topic before his smile returned.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about it,” he grins, nudging your side. “But I want you, not just like that. I want all of you and I’m just too excited to show you your new world. I would never rush you into anything you didn’t want to do.”
You are about to respond before you feel the familiar pang from the night before. You sigh, feeling your muscles spasm once before you swallow.
Clark instantly notices your change in demeanor as he sits up.
“Are you okay? Is it happening?”
You nod in response as the scales continue to tighten and crack against your skin, the unforgiving sharp pain rolling up your spine.
It isn’t as agonizing as the night before so far, but your face twists in slightly discomfort as you let out a small whine.
But Clark doesn’t like seeing this. He reaches down to gently take your arms, preparing to lift you into his grasp. “You don’t have to do this. Let me take you back to the water.”
“No,” you firmly say quickly, gripping his wrist. “I want to.”
His brows knit together in worry, but he nods and doesn’t argue. He stays close as he lets you squeeze his hand as hard as you want, his heart breaking slightly as more pain ripples through you.
Finally, the change is complete as you let out a large sigh of relief. Your breathing is slightly heavier as you are left with a pair of soft legs stretched out before you.
A shaky laugh left your lips as you stared at them. Clark’s lips curved in a gentle smile before forcing his gaze away, not wanting to stare considering you were now completely naked.
“Nice legs,” he murmurs.
You grinned and shook your head. “You’re weird.”
A few moments pass as you try to get used to the feeling. You eventually sit up, Clark behind right next to you as he gently rubs your back. Your hand runs up the new skin you now had, almost as if you were checking to make sure it was real.
“Should I stand up?” You ask. Clark nods, his hands intertwining with yours. He instinctively almost looped his hands under your arms to lift you, but he knew you were independent and could do things on your own.
You tried to stand, replying heavily on Clark as your knees quivered with the new sensation. It was strange going from having a powerful tail to muscles aching from never being used. After a moment, you steadied yourself.
“Okay,” you said, breathless. “You can let go, I think.”
Clark hesitated before nodding and slowly withdrawing his grip on your hands. To your delight, you remained upright.
“I’m pretty strong,” you grin happily.
Clark’s laugh was soft and genuine as he fought the urge to pull you back into his arms. “I never doubted it.” He then tilted his head with a sideways grin. “Want to try a step?”
You didn’t bother answering him. Instead, you lifted a leg as you attempted to step forward. The motion was clumsy and caused your knee to buckle at the wrong time before toppling forward right into Clark’s waiting arms.
He caught your arms easily, holding you up like you weighed nothing as the two of you erupted into giggles.
“This is hard,” you whine, the smile not off your face.
“We have all the time in the world to practice,” he tells you softly, kissing your head. Surprisingly, it didn’t take very long for you to get the hang of it. You could now actually walk without falling over, although it still didn’t feel completely natural.
Without warning, Clark’s arms wrap around you as he pulls you close into a hug. He lifts you easily against his chest, burying his face into your neck. The unexpected embrace catches you off guard but you return it by wrapping your arms around his neck.
He pulls back, looking down at you with a lopsided grin. “Unfortunately, I think we need to get you some clothes, beautiful.”
Heat crawled up you at his words, your chest tightening. “But for now I think we should get you back to my place. Does that sound okay?”
You nodded even though your stomach knotted with a nervousness you couldn’t quite name. Suddenly, this was all becoming very real.
Clark shifted, moving his cape so that it wrapped snuggly around your body. He was careful when tucking it around you, shielding you from the world and possibly anything else that might be a threat toward you. When he looked at you once more it was filled with tenderness that made your throat tighten.
“Ready?”
You gave him a small nod. Before you could change your mind, the world dropped beneath your feet as he shot into the sky. Your stomach dropped, hands gripping him as tight as you could. Thankfully, you were shielded from the wind by his cape as you buried your face against his chest. There wasn’t much that scared you, but this was definitely one of those things. With him though you almost felt safe enough to forget your fear. Almost.
It wasn’t long before Clark landed on top of a tall building. You blinked, your racing heart still pounding in your chest as he quickly snuck you down the stairs and into his apartment.
Once inside, the door clicked shut behind him. He set you gently down as his hands lingered slightly until he was sure you were balanced.
Your gaze swept over his place in awe. You had never been inside a house or apartment before of course, but something about his space felt welcoming. Maybe it was the way it smelled like him. Or the way it was minimal, not overwhelming at all as everything seemed to be neatly kept.
You stepped further in, walking slowly through his living room as your eyes traveled over everything thoughtfully. He didn’t say anything as he didn’t want to overwhelm you. Your fingers brushed over the wood of a book shelf that housed many books as well as a picture. In it was Clark, sitting between two older people. He was dressed in a flannel, the same genuine smile on his face that made your stomach twist.
“Are they your parents?” You ask as he smiles with a small nod.
After a while of looking around, Clark disappears down the hall to return with him changed out of his suit. Your eyes run down his body as he is dressed casually now, his dark curly hair now falling lazily over his forehead. He had brought out a shirt for you, helping you slip into it. It was soft, cotton, and swallowed you whole, but you loved it. Your chest warmed as the material against your skin now smelled like him.
Then came the blanket. It was soft in a way you hadn’t felt before. It also smelled like him, a mixture of laundry soap and cedar as it wrapped around you.
“Want to sit down?” He asks, guiding you to the couch.
“Sure,” you respond as you slip onto the soft cushion. Clark settled beside you, giving you enough space to not crowd you. It was shocking how the girl who once had a retort for everything had now turned shy when taken out of her element. His arm rested against the back of the couch, an unspoken offer to lean into him if you wanted to. It didn’t take long for you to take up that offer, leaning into his warm body as your head rested against his shoulder.
Clark smiles softly, gently holding you as he presses a kiss to your head in the silence.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” he says against your skin. You sigh softly, closing your eyes as you let yourself melt into him. Your ear presses right to his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beat as the new, unfamiliar sounds of the city buzz outside of the small apartment.
“I’m happy I’m here too.”
~
The days that followed were some of the best of your life. It was unreal how hard you had fallen after enjoying being alone before you met him. Now, you couldn’t imagine a world without Clark in it.
He showed you how to work the tv first. You sat on the edge of the couch, amazed at the moving pictures like they were some kind of dream come to life. He’d flip over random shows on Netflix, smiling at your parted lips and wide eyes until you noticed and smacked his arm.
The first show you really took a liking to was Wednesday. Two episodes in, you turned to him with a huge grin and grabbed his shoulders.
“I’m an outcast,” you smiled, shaking them lightly as he laughed in amusement.
“The cutest, sweetest outcast ever,” he says playfully, pressing exaggerated kisses on your face between each compliment.
When you weren’t curled up together in front of the tv, Clark brought you to the park. He had brought you some different styles of clothes as you picked something basic out. His hand wrapped in yours firmly as the two of you strolled on the quiet sidewalk. It felt strange walking by people as they continued to stay in their own conversation, not even batting an eyelash of course as you now looked completely human.
Afterward, he did bring you for ice cream at a small corner shop. There were barely any people as he ordered a few different flavors and then led the both of you to a booth.
You took the first cone from his hand as you decided to just bite into the ice cream part. Clark cringed, making a small noise as he watched you.
A half laugh escaping his lips. “Didn’t that feel uncomfortable? You can’t bite ice cream unless you want to look like a psycho,” he tells you quietly.
You grin, swallowing the bite that was thoroughly enjoyable as you nod.
“No biting. Got it.”
You continued to eat it, licking it instead as he now had to force his eyes away before new thoughts formed.
The next day was labeled ‘date night’ by Clark. He walked you to a small restaurant down the block of his apartment, his hand on your lower back as you stepped inside the small but lively building.
You sat at a small table against the wall as the whole building erupted with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of silverware. You sat across from Clark who was leaning forward slightly, grinning as he pointed out different meals from the menu.
“This one,” he tapped a different pasta dish. “It’s the best in the city. You’ll love it.”
You tried to focus on his voice and what he was saying, but the thoughts began to flood you like gates crashing open.
The man across from your table was practically drooling in his thoughts, running vulgar scenarios about the younger server in his head. The woman in the booth behind you was silently fuming as her mind practically screamed about ditching her date the first chance she got. And the man from a few tables over made your body shiver in discomfort as you realized he was still picturing your ass from when you had walked by a few moments ago.
You blinked hard as your heart pounded. You had assumed that you powers would have disappeared with your tail, but they were still very much with you. The voices wouldn’t stop. Layer after layer of desire, frustration, hunger. It got too much. You glanced up at Clark who was still scanning the menu in front of him. “I’ll be right back,” you murmured before slipping from the table.
He froze mid sentence as his eyes watched you go. A second later, his own chair pushed back as he followed you outside.
You sank against the side of the brick building, pressing a hand to your temple. Clark crouched down next to you as worry crossed his features.
“Hey,” his voice was soft and careful. “Is it too loud in there? Do you need space.”
You nodded, not knowing exactly how to explain how you felt. “I- I can still see what everyone is thinking. There are so many people in there. I didn’t think I’d still be able to.”
His expression shifted as recognition flickered over his features. He was quiet for a moment as he didn’t rush to fix it, just listened. His warm hand wrapped around one of yours as he lifted it to his mouth to kiss it.
“I know it’s overwhelming,” he said quietly. “We can take this a little at a time. When I was younger, I used to hear everything around me. It drove me crazy until I learned how to narrow it down. I’m sorry you’re going through this.”
Your eyes lifted to look into his. “It helped me to force myself to focus on one thing. Maybe we can try that. Maybe it can be me. Or someone’s whose thoughts aren’t so loud or ugly.”
The pounding feeling inside your chest eased slightly as you nodded in agreement, giving him a small, grateful smile.
“Do you want to wait here? I can get our food to go and we can just have it at our place.”
Our place. He had to say that right when you had began to calm your racing heart. The words spoken aloud by him made it seem so real.
“You can do that? You don’t mind?”
“Not at all,” he smiled, giving your hand a small squeeze. “I think I might even prefer it.”
So that’s what you did. Dinner turned into take out containers at his dining table, free from any pounding thoughts of others. Just him.
You watched as he cleaned the table up, insisting that you just sit on the couch. You watch him over your shoulder silently as he does the mindless task.
You realized you were no better than a man as your eyes raked down his tall figure. The way his shirt was rolled to his elbows, tight against his biceps and showing off his forearms. His face was soft and unassuming as the dark curls rested over his forehead slightly. But the thing that turned you on most of all was the way he made you feel completely safe and comfortable.
Honestly, if he didn’t want to be pounced on the way you did when he joined you on the couch, he shouldn’t be so sexy without trying. His eyes widen as you straddle him, smiling widely and about to open his mouth to say something before your lips crash against his.
You laughed breathlessly against his mouth at his surprise until the kiss deepened. His large hands rested on your hips as the tips of his fingers slipped subtly under your top, making your skin feel hot.
Clark’s lips were warm and insistent against yours as you felt you could drown in him. Your tongues brushed each others as you gently tugged at his soft hair.
You couldn’t help the way your hips pressed into his solid form. Your chest pressed flush to his before your hips rolled instinctively against him, causing him to groan against your mouth. The hear that bloomed inside of you was shocking. It felt like a fire sparking in places you’d never known could burn this way. The friction was almost too good to handle as you grinded against him but you needed more. So this is what has humans jumping overboard for you thought to yourself.
Clark continued to hold you tight, moving his mouth against yours as another moan entered your mouth. When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together as you panted lightly.
“Gosh,” he rasps, his eyes now a darker shade of blue. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
“Show me,” you smile, kissing his jaw before moving lower to his neck. You weren’t even sure what you were doing, but you needed him so badly. His grip on your hips tightened as he nodded and took a breath.
“You’re sure?” He asks, his head falling back against the couch. You barely processed his question as all you could imagine was practically dry humping his leg to get rid of this aching feeling. “I want this to be special.”
You had to focus on nipping the skin of his neck to avoid rolling your eyes. Virgin or not, you were sure you could fuck him right then and there. You had seen enough visions to know a thing or two.
“I’m sure, Clark. It is special.”
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notes: AHHHH did not mean for it to be this long but you know I love yapping and details. I want the next part to be the last, and obviously it’s going to be heavily smut filled. I also am wondering if I should even do it because I feel like my smut isn’t amazing :( and this build up/slow burn deserves some bomb ass sex yk
Anyway love how she is giving lover girl now like it’s so easy to do when you have Clark :,)
summary: Your days have fallen into the same monotonous routine over the last three years: wake up, chores, receive snide comments from your husband, and go to sleep. You are supposed to feel content and even grateful for your life yet you feel anything but. But everything shifts when a new neighbor moves in next door. He is tall, kind, and listens to you in a way that awakens feelings you thought you had buried long ago.
content warnings: 50s ideals/beliefs, housewife!reader,women “belong” in the home ideals mentioned, reader is talked down to, reader discontent with her life, reader is married, emotional cheating/going behind husbands back, reader implies she attends church, reader’s hair mentioned, **no physical abuse, no smut. +
author’s note: I do not fantasize over the 1950s aesthetic because I know this period was so unfair/horrifying for many. I just like the idea of this fic because it’s fun and kind of thrilling and eventually I want the reader to receive everything she dreams of! So if you think you will be upset over the social norms and the way the reader kind of starts off more submissive/not standing up for herself, please do not read! I don’t want to upset anyone
word count: 4.1k+
pairing: Clark Kent x f!housewife!reader
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You tried to tell yourself that this was the dream. A neat, humble house, a steady income, and a hard-working husband. It was easy to feel guilty over the fact you were supposed to not only feel content, but grateful for this kind of life.
As morbid as it was to look at the bare minimum in a positive way, your husband, Robert, was not abusive in the way many husbands were. Physically, at least. He rarely ever raised his voice either. That didn’t mean he didn’t share the same views and opinions of many people at this time, like how you belonged at home or your hobbies were a waste of time.
The days blended together in routines. You started by waking before his alarm went off, slipping into the kitchen to prepare coffee and breakfast. Then you finished packing his lunch right before he was off to work, only for him to usually pull away from your goodbye kiss to look down at you with a disapproving look.
“I see you didn’t have time to iron this pair of slacks?” He questioned, letting you know he could always notice a frivolous slip up but never noticed how much this life made you ache inside.
Instead, you just looked at him with a soft expression and apologized.
You filled the hours Robert was gone with chores. You hung laundry on the clothesline, pushed the vacuum over already spotless carpet, wandered around with the squeaky cart through the grocery store, and started dinner at exactly three in the afternoon daily. Sometimes, when the work was done, you’d curl onto the couch with a book in your lap. It was such a relief to slip into a world bigger than the four walls that surrounded you.
The fantasy always shattered when Robert walked through the door. His eyes would scan the area as he took off his work coat and set down his brief case. It was almost like a mental checklist of all the things you had failed to do. Didn’t even notice I walked in to greet me, there is a dirty spatula in the sink, and she forgot to grab the cookies I had mentioned this morning from the store.
“What’s the point of reading all that nonsense if you can’t follow a simple grocery list?”
His voice was honestly becoming like nails on a chalkboard as you quickly close the book, realizing he was home.
The next day unfolded like usual: breakfast, goodbye, chores. By late morning, you were outside in the backyard with a wicker basket on the grass filled with Robert’s freshly washed shirts. The sun was warm against your shoulders as you pinned laundry to the clothesline.
You reached for another shirt before movement caught your eye beyond the fence.
A truck had pulled into the driveway of the house next store, which had sat empty for a couple months now after the owners had moved away. You froze, clothespin between your teeth as a tall figure came into view.
At first you only glimpsed him between the fluttering shirts. But then he stepped into full view, carrying a large box as though it weighed nothing. He shifted, adjusting his grip, and you noticed the details: the dark, wavy hair, his sharp jaw that was softened by the dark pair of glasses perched on his nose. He was broad shouldered and impossibly tall. He was the kind of man who looked like he belonged in a magazine, not in the quietness of the suburb you had been suffocating in.
Your breath caught and before you realized what you were doing, you slipped behind the trunk of the old maple tree in your yard. From there, you let yourself steal another half glance.
He didn’t notice you as he hauled another box from the back of his truck, the fabric of his white t shirt straining across his back as he reached into the back. You slipped behind the tree once more, clutching the clothespin tightly in your hand now as your heart was beating unusually fast. You did your best to convince yourself it was nothing. Just a neighbor and some curiosity.
The days that followed brought small, stolen glimpses. Through kitchen blinds you watched him push a mower across his lawn, the sleeves of his shirt rolled to his elbow. Another day he stood on a ladder, paining his shutters a clean shade of white as his frame stood steady and sure. Each time, you tried to force yourself from the window and told yourself to mind your own business. It wasn’t right to eavesdrop on the new neighbor.
That evening, Robert settled into his usual chair, rustling the evening paper. You told him lightly, “We have a new neighbor.”
“Mm,” was all he gave, eyes never lifting from the page.
The next day, you caught the sound of voices outside as you were preparing to plate dinner. Robert’s car door slammed as your breathing caught when you noticed him crossing the yard toward your new neighbor. You paused at the window, watching discreetly through the curtain.
They shook hands and began exchanging a few words. Robert even laughed over something he said. You were almost desperate enough to press your ear to the glass to catch the sound of his voice. You had to quickly rush back over to the stove once Robert had turned back toward the house and made his way to the front door.
He got inside, shrugging off his jacket and loosening his tie. You stirred the pot on the stove as if you had been there all along, glancing over your shoulder casually.
“Well,” he starts. “We have ourselves a new neighbor. His names Clark Kent. Just moved here from Kansas. He seems like a nice enough fella, I told him if he needs anything he can come by.”
You nod, forcing a small smile as if you hadn’t already told him last night. Your heart began to go back into its normal rhythm.
“He does seem nice,” is all you can think to say.
The next day was laundry day again as the almost empty basket sat at your feet, filled with towels. The sun was high and warm as the smell of cut grass and laundry soap settled around you. You didn’t even notice him approach as you pinned a towel to the line.
“Hi.”
You jumped slightly, turning your head sharply as your eyes widened at the sight of Clark Kent standing across the other side of the white fence that separated your yards.
“Oh- hi,” you breathed as you tried to wipe the look of shock from your face to not look completely strange.
He blinked then smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
You shook your head quickly as you took a step forward to be able to see him better. He extended a hand over the fence and your heart skipped again at the thought of actually touching him. What is going on with you? Can you not interact with other people now? you think to yourself.
“I met your husband last night. Thought I’d come over and introduce myself properly. I’m Clark,” his voice was warm as you slipped your hand into his to shake it.
You told him your name with a polite smile. Up close, he was even more disarming. His eyes looked into yours and he towered over you easily, but it wasn’t in an intimidating way. His easy charm just made your heart stumble in a way it hadn’t in years.
You tried to keep your tone even as you made polite conversation. You asked how he was settling in and if he needed anything for the house, but the way your left hand fiddled with the material of your dress told a different story. You hoped he didn’t notice how flustered you felt.
Then, with a suddenness that caught you off guard, he said, “would you like some iced tea? I was just about to have a glass and sit on the patio for a few minutes.”
You felt stunned as you blinked. It was usually you that was expected to play hostess and offer refreshments. That was how you were raised, at least. But the way he looked at you made you feel welcomed and invited in a way you hadn’t before.
“Sure. That would be great,” you got out, forcing another smile.
Crossing into his yard, you followed him up onto the deck where he set two tall glasses down on the table. You slipped into the chair, thanking him softly before taking a cautious sip.
The conversation slipped into something almost easy as the initial nerves wore off and you slowly started to accept that you now lived next to possibly the hottest man you had ever seen. You asked what brought him to Delaware. He leaned back in his chair, adjusting his glasses as he answered.
“I landed a job at the Daily Planet as a journalist. Nothing too exciting yet, but I’m glad to have the chance. I start next Monday.”
Your face brightened before you could stop it. “Oh- Robert reads the Daily Planet paper every morning without fail.”
Clark’s grin widened slightly as he glanced over at you, boyish and warm. “Well, then I suppose you have a reason to start reading it too. Neighbors ought to support each other, don’t you think?”
You felt caught off guard as you blinked once. No one ever invited you into the world of news or stories before. It wasn’t like you were ever expected to keep up on current events because no one ever asked you opinion on anything anyway. You glanced down at your glass as all you could do is give a small smile and nod.
After a moment, he spoke again. “What about you? What do you like to do?”
The question made you feel nervous even though his tone was nothing but kind. You answered automatically, the same way you’d answer if anyone else had asked you. “Oh, you know. I participate in some events for my church, evening strolls in the neighborhood, a little gardening and sewing.”
He nods, the same gentle smile tugging at his lips. It wasn’t skeptical or patronizing though, it was just simply Clark.
“Okay,” he nodded, taking another sip before continuing. “Now what do you really like to do?”
His words rippled through you as your heart stammered. It was a simple question really, one that didn’t take much thought, but it was so rare you ever got to talk to anyone about what you truly enjoyed. It took a few moments as you realized how pathetically boring your life really was, and how you had to admit that to the gorgeous man sitting across from you.
You hesitate for another second as you glance back up at him from your glass. “Well, I like reading,” you admit, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.
His eyes light up instantly, the corners crinkling slightly as he nods. “I do too. What do you read?”
No one ever asked. Not like this at least, with genuine interest instead of being condescending. You shifted slightly, smoothing the skirt of your dress against your leg as you had to think for a moment. It was hard to even remember your own name with the way he stared at you.
“Anything, really. I know it can be a waste of time, but I do go through quite a few books. I just got done reading East of Eden. I thought the storyline was okay, but I really enjoyed the way they described California. It makes me dream of living in the mountains and how crisp the air seems. Like you can breathe deeper just imagining it,” you smile lightly as you speak before your voice trails off slightly toward the end, realizing you had began to ramble.
But Clark just nodded, his expression lighting with the kind of sincerity you weren’t used to seeing when you spoke about books. “That’s a great one. I think it’s amazing how a story can transform you to a different world like that. Make you feel like you’re there even when you’re not.” He pauses for a moment, his eyes lingering on your face thoughtfully. “Have you ever been to California?”
You let out a small laugh, shaking your head no as you glance back down to the glass in front of you.
“No,” you admit softly, although admitting your lack of exposure to different places didn’t embarrass you like you thought it might. “We don’t really travel much. Most of Robert’s vacation time is spent at home.”
Clark leaned back in his chair once again, his gaze still kind but twinged with something like curiosity as he looks into the yard ahead of you two. “Well, it’s never too late. That’s the beauty of books, they remind you that there’s always more out there than just what is in front of you.”
Your chest tightened at his words, because for the first time in longer than you could remember, someone wasn’t telling you to just be satisfied with what you had. He was assuring you it was alright to want more.
The following day you stayed inside, dusting shelves that didn’t need dusting, refolding items of clothing that were already neat. Your mind wandered. No matter how many times you tried to distract yourself, Clark’s voice lingered in your head.
You told yourself it was nothing. He was just a neighbor, and your mind just craved something out of the ordinary after living the same day you had over and over for three years. The curiosity would fade after a while.
The knock on the door cause your heart to leap. You set down the folded shirt into the drawer, shutting it as you exited the bedroom and started toward the door. When you opened it, there he stood. Tall, a little sheepish, and his hands tucked into his pockets.
“Hi,” he said, almost shyly. “I know this might be strange, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to come over for a moment and help me decide how to decorate my living room.”
You blinked at him, your first instinct an almost cautious one. A married woman stepping into the home of the new bachelor next door. That would definitely give the women of the neighborhood something to gossip about for weeks. And truly, you didn’t even know him.
But the alternative, going back to the silent, same routine you had lived for three years suffocated you. The thought passed through you like dark humor: even being chained up in a basement would be better than the monotony you’d grown used to.
Still, you trusted Clark. Something about him felt steady, harmless, and kind. After the briefest hesitation, you smiled. “Alright.”
He led you through his back door, steeping inside after you as you both stopped at the entrance of his living room.
“It definitely needs a woman’s touch,” he said lightly. You stood side by side, your heads tilting gently at the same angle as you looked at the bare walls and single sofa that pressed against the wall.
“I’d like to keep it simple,” he adds. “Minimalist, but with some small pops of excitement.”
A strange feeling washes over you. Robert had never once asked your opinion on how a room should look. Not even the comforter set on your bed had been yours to choose. But here Clark was, waiting quietly for your thoughts as though they mattered.
You nodded silently as your eyes swept over the room once more. “Maybe, a brighter color on the walls. You could get a matching vase and some throw pillows to match it. A plant also adds to a room and makes it feel more alive without being too much.”
Clark’s grin spread slowly as he nodded in approval. He took a few strides into the connected kitchen before pulling some paint swabs from the drawer.
The both of you stood at the counter as you looked over the options.
“Do you like that one?” You ask after a moment, pointing to a color that was similar to periwinkle. It was such a stark difference from the wood paneling and white walls that covered your living room.
He nods, tilting his head as he glances at the blank walls once more. “I do. I think that would go really nice in here.”
But his next words cause you to pause.
“Let’s paint it today.”
Your laugh was light as you look up at him, a confused expression crossing your features.
“Today?”
“I’m serious,” he grins. “I’ll pay you. You can put it in your California fund.”
You shook your head, warmth blooming through your chest as you were still grinning. “You don’t have to pay me, Clark.”
Less than an hour later, he returns from the hardware store with two cans of paint and a small variety of brushes.
The room fell into a quietness after the two of you started. The distinct smell of fresh paint filled your nose. Clark worked in long, steady strokes as his paint roller glided across the wall. You crouched near the baseboard, working carefully on the trim. The only sounds were the soft drag of brushes or the occasional clink of the roller dipping back into the tray of paint.
Clark moved the roller a little too quickly after picking it back up, causing a few blue droplets to flicker right onto the fabric of your dress. You looked at them as he froze, his face twisting into an apology before he even spoke.
“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-“
“It’s okay,” you say quickly with a small smile. “It’s just a dress. It’ll come out.”
He gave you one last sheepish look before returning to the wall.
You weren’t sure what got into you. You lasted all of a minute before you glance at him again, dipping your brush into the paint before dragging a bold stripe of blue up his pant leg.
He stops, glancing down as a grin tugged against his mouth. He shook his head and let out a small laugh. “Guess that’s fair. Now we’re even.”
You smirked, heart thumping at the thrill of it before the both of you returned to your tasks. A few minutes later, you stood up to stretch and reach the corners where the walls met. To your surprise, you felt cold, wet paint rolling up your back.
He had started at your lower spine and rolled up to your shoulders as your mouth fell open. You turned slowly, feeling scandalized as your gaze met Clark’s mischievous grin.
“You did not,” you tell him, but the way he grinned told you he was definitely thinking I did.
You gaped for another second before lifting your brush and swiping it right across his glasses.
Clark stepped back with a laugh as you couldn’t contain the smile on your face.
“Have fun not seeing,” you grinned, feeling like you had won as he pushed his glasses up onto his head.
Despite the mini paint fight and a lot of it ending up on clothes, you managed to finish the small room as you and Clark stood next to each other to admire your work. The both of you were a mess as the paint had already dried against your skin, but you couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed as hard as you did.
“Thank you,” he smiles, his eyes warm as he looks over at you with a genuine expression that almost pains you to see. “I think you might look even better than the walls.”
Despite his joke, your chest still burned.
“Thanks. I have more paint on me than they do.”
He chuckles, tilting his head as though studying earnestly. “No, I mean it. I think you’ve got a natural knack for this. I should hire you for the whole house.”
“Oh, sure,” you teased. “I’ll just add interior decorator to my list.”
Before he could respond you had glances at the clock that hung in his kitchen. It read 4:42 pm.
Your heart nearly stopped. “Is that the time?” you gasped, stepping back as if the clock had slapped you.
Clark blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, I believe so?”
“Robert will be home in less than a half hour,” you muttered under your breath as panic set in. “I’ll see you later, Clark.”
Before he could even respond, you practically darted to his back door. You glanced over the fence line, making sure no watchful eyes would catch you as you slipped across the yard.
Inside your home, you hurried straight to the bathroom as your pulse hammered in your ears. You stripped off the paint stained dress, stuffing it into the bottom of the hamper as if you were burying evidence of a crime. The shower turned on quickly as you scrubbed yourself with frantic urgency, the blue swirling with hot water as it trailed down the drain.
With the last rinse of your hair, you turned the knob off and grabbed for a towel, drying yourself quicker than you ever had before.
You managed to tug on a clean dress and step out of the bathroom just as you heard the front door jiggle from a key.
“Hi honey,” you greeted Robert, but your heart plummeted the second he began to shed off his coat. Dinner had not been started, the untouched package of beef still sitting in the fridge.
You stood in the hall frozen as he muttered a greeting to you, stepping out of his shoes as the evening paper was tucked under his arm.
He loosened his tie with one hand as he began to look over the kitchen, noticing the lack of usual aroma. They trailed over the empty counter, and then to the stove that had nothing on it.
His brow creased. “Dinner’s not even started?”
You swallowed, forcing a quick smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “I… uh, I lost track of time today.”
His expression sharpened slightly, not exactly angry, but it still held the quiet disapproval that made your stomach knot tighter than if he would have shouted. He set the paper down on the dining table with a quiet thud. “Lost track of time? Doing what, exactly?”
Your brain scrambled for an excuse, flipping through them like pages to a book. “I ran into that older woman we sit near in church at the store. She kept me in the aisle for a long time talking. I started some laundry when I got back home and I guess I didn’t realize how late it was.”
Your excuse feels clanky and awkward, and you silently hope he would buy it and just leave it alone. But like always, he had to get a jab in.
Robert studied you for a moment, lips pressing into a line. Finally, he shook his head, sitting down at the table as he picked up the paper once more. “You know, reading or day dreams don’t put supper on the table, hon.”
His words settled into the familiar sting under your skin, but they also pulled a new feeling from your chest as you felt annoyance begin to rise inside you. Still, you were relieved he didn’t question you further as he opened the paper.
“I’ll have it done in no time,” you tell him, shaky hands beginning to pull different ingredients out.
There was no response as your husband had already put his focus on the paper, tuning you out. You took out the pack of meat from the fridge as your eyes flickered out the kitchen window and over to Clark’s house out of new habit. His kitchen light was on, and you had to force the thought away of how much you would enjoy having dinner with him as you continued to make your own.
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notes: honestly even thought I created his character I would stand ten toes and beat the fuck out of Robert :/ bc why are you so annoying and why am I literally about to throw up when I imagine him
summary: Clark Kent doesn’t know what he has gotten himself into after agreeing with you that he likes it rough as well, knowing he naturally was an awkward guy. But he knew he could never pass up the opportunity to be with you so he tries his best to take you roughly in his own sweet, clumsy way.
Clark doesn’t exactly know how he managed to get you in this position. One moment, he was honestly over the moon that a girl as beautiful as you was giving him the time of day. The next, his whole body shuddered as he read the text from you.
I like it rough, Clark Kent :)
All he could remember is sitting on his own couch, his eyes widened as he began to panic. He immediately opened Google and began to type away.
How to talk dirty to women.
How to talk dirty to women + without being overly disrespectful.
How to be dominant.
And despite the way his heart pounded, he managed to get through a few sexts that were utterly ridiculous and awkward on his end. He was even more surprised when you asked to see him.
When you had first arrived, you half expected him to attack you with kisses when he opened the door, shoving you against the wall roughly. But he didn’t. Instead, you just got that half grin that you loved so much as he greeted you and stepped aside to let you in.
The walk down the hall to his bedroom was quiet and honestly felt like a walk to the restaurant on a first date rather than a path that two adults were making before hooking up. He awkwardly sat on the edge of his bed as you climbed onto it, smiling softly as you tried to make conversation. He carefully took off his glasses and set them down gently onto his night stand, opening the drawer.
“I’m on the pill, in case you were worried about something like that,” you tell him casually as you pull off your sweater. His eyes widen as his hand freezes over the box of condoms (which he had just purchased that afternoon) before quickly shutting the drawer.
Now, he had you in a place he never imagined putting any woman in. Your face smashed into his mattress, ass in the air, and his hand pressing into the back of your head to hold you down. To him, he assumed he did everything wrong. But the noises coming from you surprised him even as he stuttered through this with no clue.
“O-oh Clark,” you hum, your lips in a lazy smile as his swollen cock literally feels like he’s kissing your womb with every thrust. You always lucked out and knew how to pick them: sweet, nerdy, and huge.
She likes it rough. Talk dirty to her. He reminds himself.
“Yeah?” He forces it out, honestly captivated by the way your warm walls squeeze his sensitive cock. “You like that, you naughty little thing?”
Your eyebrows furrow slightly as you find his word choice a little odd, but the way he fills you doesn’t leave much room for thinking. You nod against the mattress as a breathy moan passes your lips.
“Mhmm,” you hum, his hips moving at the perfect rhythm to keep you feeling absolutely dumb.
His sweaty palm continued to hold the back of your head against the mattress. His other hand was gripping your hip so tightly out of nerves that when he realized and loosened it, there was a red mark already forming. He was about to apologize frantically until you let out another string of incoherent whines.
“You’re… Gosh, you’re so good,” his voice is ragged and breathless as his hips continue to fall into you, your skin slapping together as the bed frame groans.
Your lips part, heart clenching at how sweet he is. “Clark… you’re wrecking me.”
Your words send heat flooding right into his lower stomach. His lips part, mind spinning as he tries desperately to remember anything from his frantic Google searches. “Yeah? You like being wrecked by me?” His words come out choppy and clumsy, but the way you gasp and grip his sheets with your fingers make his cock twitch deep inside you. A raw moan escapes his chest as his hips slow slightly, almost like he was holding back for enjoying it too much.
“I’m so close,” you cry. “Harder, p-please Clark.”
He swears your words alone could make him collapse as his head spins. He was able to make you close? This must be a dream. His grip tightened again on your hip as he tried to steady himself, thrusting into you with the kind of smacks that could be heard in the apartment next to his. It was harder this time, deeper, as your eyes rolled back. Your pussy wraps around him so tightly as he manages to hit the spongey part of you each time.
The desperation of your breathless cries against the mattress sent a shiver racing through him. His hand moved from gripping your hip to one of your ass cheeks, squeezing it hard, almost testing, before bringing his hand down with a sharp smack that echoed in his small room. You jolted with a gasp which caused him to freeze immediately.
“Oh gosh- I’m so sorry, I- did that hurt? Did I hurt you?”
His panic was so genuine that you had to bite back a small laugh. “No, I liked it. Do it again.”
Something inside of him seemed to snap. His hand came down again, this time harder. The sting of the contact mixed with the way he easily stretched your pussy melted together in the most perfect way.
“Clark- I’m! Oh God, I’m gonna-“
His thrusts grew slightly erratic as he continued to pour into you. Your walls fluttered around him as you began to drag him right to his edge as well.
“Please, just let go for me. I- I need you to cum for me,” he stammers as you can’t hold back anymore.
Your pussy clenched so tightly around him it almost knocked the air out of him. Your back arched, your face twisting against the sheets you were being pressed into as you let out raw, high pitched cries.
Finally, you release, coating his cock as your walls spasm around him in relentless pulses. The wetness gushed down his length and part of your thighs with every contraction.
Clark was wide eyed above you, watching in awe as his thrusts became sloppy. You whimpered into the mattress at the way his cock kept hitting that devastating spot deep inside of you as you tried to ride out the aftershocks. He was close too.
He paused inside you, balls pressed right against your skin, making the most guttural sound as his warm juices spilled into you. You panted as you felt the sudden flood of warmth in your cunt. Clark’s grip around your head turned shaky, almost gentle in a way, but he didn’t fully stop holding you down until the last few spurts wrung themselves out of him. He stayed buried deep inside of you for a moment before pulling out of you slowly.
He collapsed onto his bed, eyes in a daze as reaches for you. He pulls you into his chest, pressing a kiss to your head before realizing he wasn’t sure if you would like that.
But you didn’t squirm or even tense as you settled against him.
summary: Not even Superman can ignore the haunting sound of a Siren call. It is easy to reel him in and capture him in your grasp. But it is your turn to be mislead when you realize he doesn’t drown. Instead, now you are stuck with the most frustrating problem of all: a lovesick man who refuses to leave you alone. (Copied & pasted from part 1).
content warnings: (please also read c.w. from part 1) mentions of drowning, ship wreck, lustful men, slight angst throughout, cuddling, reader becoming more submissive/accepting
word count: 3.1k+
pairing: female!siren!reader x Superman
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Your lips press together as he asks for your name. Your eyes falter to the water in front of you in avoidance. Instinct screams at you to vanish beneath the waves and disappear into the dark parts of the ocean where no man could ever reach. But something told you he’d probably be able to do that too. The idea of giving him your name feels like surrender in a way.
Still, something about him loosens you in a way you had never been before. You mutter it softly, under your breath as you don’t even bother looking up for a few seconds.
And he smiles. A real smile, like you’d given him a gift more precious than the ocean.
“You have no idea how beautiful you really are,” he tells you softly.
You ignore him as you fight the urge to turn away.
“What about you? Am I just supposed to call you something like Superman?” Your tone is sharp and defensive, desperate to change the subject.
“Clark,” he says. “That’s who I am when I am a human, anyway.”
The reveal of his name made you feel even more vulnerable as your jaw clenches. You swallow, forcing the tightness of your throat down.
Your eyes flicker to him again. It was very hard to read him, although you could see hints of his desires through his brain.
“What do you even want?” You ask, your voice quieter again than you mean it to be. Your question hangs in the air as he doesn’t flinch. He just looks at you with those wide open blue eyes that honestly got on your nerves. He had no shield or pretenses whatsoever.
So you started to do what came naturally to you, you reach. Not with your hands, but in a more darker sense. You used the ancient siren instinct that was woven into you deeply. You peer into him subtly as you peeled back the layers of his mind the way you’ve done with countless of men before.
Usually it’s easy. Disgustingly easy. It was how you were able to see what humans desired most, and if your song didn’t work, you could rely on using hallucinations of their greatest desires to reel them in. Usually, the desires of men were pulled from their minds easily. Mostly just about lust for women who weren’t theirs, fantasies of betrayal, greed, murder, pure ugliness. In a way it always made the killing feel justified for you.
But with Clark, it was different.
He’s hard to read. His soul resisted the pull of your gift as it seemed he had the ability to gaze into your own. Still, you caught glimpses. Dreams of holding back disasters, saving lives from fires and ruins, lifting people from certain death. You wondered to yourself if someone could truly be as pure as him, or if he was somehow deceiving you. The ache of being responsible for literally everything never seemed to leave him.
Then, a flicker crosses his mind as you see yourself. Your heart stutters. It wasn’t in the cruel, overly sexual way you were used to. It was just you. Laughing under the moonlight, and then again on a rock as your tail draped lazily across his lap. All of these images showed you in a different light. You looked happy. Soft and unguarded.
You blink, tearing yourself from his visions as a shiver runs down your spine. You hate the way being near him makes you feel.
Clark’s eyebrow furrows slightly as if he can sense something is wrong.
“I told you. I don’t want anything, I just like spending time with you,” his voice is quiet but still steady at the same time.
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The next day, it is nearing dusk as you lay across your normal rock. Your back arches slightly as your tail drapes across the slick surface.
You try to focus on the familiar sounds of the waves crashing against the ragged rocks around you until your ears pick up the sounds of muffled conversation and a motor in the distance. A ship.
As early as a week ago, the sound would have stirred your hunger. The thrill of being able to unravel their darkest desires and attract them before pulling them to their deaths was what you naturally craved.
Now, you only stare.
Their voices carried faintly over the waves. Laughs, shouts, the shuffling of boots against the deck. Your eyes narrowed as you thought about what easy prey they would be. A single note for you would have them spilling overboard, right into your arms.
Your jaw clenches. The song trembles at the back of your throat aching to be released. But it doesn’t come. The only thing that does is visions of Clark, those stupid dimples, that dumb smile, or the annoying way his blue eyes look at you.
“Pathetic,” you mutter to yourself bitterly.
You’re angry. Not at the sailors or even Clark, but at yourself. He didn’t even know you. He couldn’t even promise you anything, yet just knowing him made you hesitate on doing what came natural to you. It made you feel guilty for even wanting to, which was a new emotion.
You squeeze your eyes shut as your nails dig into the rock, chipping it easily.
“Just because I talk to him doesn’t change what I am,” you hiss to yourself as if saying them out loud was just you trying to convince yourself. “He doesn’t change me. He can’t.”
Still, the ship passes as you don’t make any sudden moves. You glare up at the night sky as you swear your eye is even twitching.
About a half hour passes as you have finally began to calm down. You can still hear the ship in the distance yet it is not as taunting now. Your eyes flutter shut as you try to just relax. Being wound up is something you felt often these last few days.
That is until you hear the distant sound of wood snapping and shouts across the water. Your head picks up as you spot the ship, now a good distance away, as it seemed to sail right into a rocky area, causing it excessive damage.
You roll your eyes as your tail curves gently, trying to get more comfortable to at least try to ignore it.
If their idiotic mistake led to a wreck, it is their own fault, you thought to yourself.
The waves fill with panic even as you try to tune it out. The sailors claw at the heightened waves now, gasping for air. Their desires pour out of them in a rush as they enter your brain uninvited.
One man clings to a plank of wood, desperate, his mind flickering to the softness of his mistress waiting at home while his wife tends to their children. Another, as he kicks and sputters, imagines the time he had double crossed his business partner and positioned him so he didn’t have to share their profit.
A scoff moves past your lips as you try to shake these thoughts away.
“Even facing their death, humans are disgusting,” you mutter.
But another vision stirs. It wasn’t theirs, but just him. You see Clark, and the way he would easily help them without hesitation. Regardless of their intentions, past mistakes, beliefs, he would still save them. His strong arms would pull them effortlessly from the sea as his expression filled with determination. The image burns you from the inside.
Your teeth clench as you try to ignore it. He was a nuisance even without being there physically. With a long, forced sigh, you slip into the water slowly as you glare at the ship. Fury flooded your veins: not from the sailors, or the sea, or even Clark, but just the way he had managed to infect you with this cursed feeling of compassion.
You cross the water easily as the shouts got louder. You swim under the now half submerged ship, finding the small life boat attached to it. You hook your claws around the rope and rip it free.
Then came more work. The work that would pain you mentally to do. Their bodies float and thrash, some half unconscious and sinking under the waves. One by one, you grabbed them roughly and dragged them over to the small boat. You showed no mercy handling them as you threw them into it over the side, stacking them up as the sounds of coughing and sputtering filled your ears. You hurled the last one over the edge as water gushed from his lungs.
You vanish beneath the waves before they could even turn their blurred vision toward the sea.
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The next night, you jump out of your skin when Clark returns to visit you. You are hugging your tail to your chest as he lands on your rock, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. The last thing you needed was him finding out what you had done. You were sure you would die of humiliation.
“Are you okay?” He asks, looking down at you after you seemed a little jumpy and didn’t immediately hurl an insult at him.
“Yes,” you say simply, looking up at him once before back to the water.
He still thinks it’s weird, but doesn’t push any further as he sits down next to you.
It is quiet between the two of you as the late afternoon sun casts above you. The silence between you turns comfortable. He isn’t trying to pry a conversation out of you, and you aren’t pushing him away either.
Finally, you turn to him. “Can I show you something?”
His head turns to you as a small smile graces his lips. “Of course.”
You slip into the water, looking up at him as you wait for him to follow. He seems to catch on that you wanted him to follow you as he strips his suit off and joins you.
You reach over and grab his wrist, pulling him under the surface as he doesn’t resist, just like he never does. Your tail effortlessly glides against the warm water as you swim deeper. He seems to glide through the water with no effort as you realize you don’t have to pull him much. Your eyes flicker over to him until you remember that annoyingly, he can fly. Of course swimming would come easy to him.
His eyes meet yours under the water. They are the same as they always are: calm, steady, and filled with that kind of look that can only come from love. You look away as you continue to guide him.
Finally, the coral reef is displayed before you in a burst of color. Purples, reds, yellows. All alive, all shimmering. Schools of fish flicker through the maze in spurts of silver. You pause at the edge, tail curling slowly behind you as you let go of Clark’s wrist. You turn to look at him once more to find him staring at you again, a small smile on his lips.
You force your gaze away, and if you had the ability to, you would feel the need to blush. He begins to lean in closer as he goes to take your hand, but of course you can’t let him do that. You dart away slightly, putting a few feet between the two of you as he tilts his head. The dumb, boyish grin is still on his lips before it turns into something a little more amused.
He makes a sudden move for you as you have to quickly move again. A startled squeal leaves your lips as it results in air bubbles before you realize he is chasing you.
He is fast, obviously. You wonder if he is holding back slightly as you manage to stay out of his grasp, darting away from him. You squeal, mostly out of amusement, and whip your tail as you dart sideways into the reef’s jagged maze.
He chases after you easily as the both of you weave through the coral, ducking between curves, flipping around columns of rocks.
He nearly catches your tail in his grasp, fingertips brushing across the slick scales which causes your heart to race before you twist away once more. The shimmer of your tail disappears into a cave of coral until you come out of the other side, whipping your head over your shoulder to look for him. He is still right behind you with a grin.
A laugh escapes your throat as bubbles leave your mouth. You don’t laugh. Never like this at least. The feeling startles you almost as much as the way his grin widens seeing it.
Finally, you loop around and dart through a cloud of fish, spinning in the water before deciding to rest against the wall of a rock underwater. For a second the reef is completely quiet.
Then, arms cage you in. Clark’s hands slam on either side of the rock you were pressed against as he traps you between it and his chest. His face is inches from yours as his blue eyes were still startling even in the dim light.
Your heart hammers against your ribs as your tail brushes his legs with every movement. His chest rises and falls steadily as if he was content staying down here forever just to look at you.
His eyes flicker to your lips as he blinks. Then, he slowly begins to lean in as you feel like you could faint. His eyes are now closed as a small grin overtakes your lips. Your hands plant against his chest, shoving him forward and catching him off guard as you manage to slip away.
You swim back toward the surface, leaving him underwater for a moment as his eyes shoot open. For a second, he just floats there completely stunned.
“You’re a tease,” he says as soon as his head pops back up over the waves. There is a grin on his face nonetheless as you try to act like he had no affect on you.
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The next night, you find yourself waiting in anticipation for him. It almost sickened you the way you felt about a man. Well, technically he wasn’t a human man. Maybe that made it a little better. Still, it was hard to force the thought of him out of your mind.
You were so lost in day dream that you didn’t even notice the way he landed on the rock next to you. He grins, seeing your eyes closed as he quietly set the thing he had brought you down. He slips into the water silently with you still unaware.
His hand resurfaces, wrapping around the bottom part of your tail as he gives you a playful tug into the water. Your eyes shoot open in surprise as you quickly resurface, pushing your now soaking wet hair from out of your face.
Your chest burned with a new type of feeling once you realized it was just him.
“That is no way to treat a lady,” you grin, splashing him. Really? you thought to yourself, you are supposed to be dangerous, and the worst you can do is splash him? What has he done to you?
“Oh, I don’t remember all of your actions being very lady like,” he teases you.
He gets back onto the rock and reaches down to grab your waist, pulling you up next to him. It isn’t until he is done that you realize you should’ve shoved him away and told him you were capable of getting onto the rock yourself.
“I brought something,” he speaks again, grabbing the book from next to him. Your eyes flicker down to the cover to find a blue book with some writing on it. The thing that catches your attention though is the cartoon illustration of a female with red hair and a green tail like yours. You let out a laugh as your eyes narrow.
“The Little Mermaid. I’m going to read it to you. You’ll love it,” he smiles gently. An unfamiliar feeling rises in your chest as you look at him.
“Clark,” you start, another laugh coming from your lips. You weren’t sure if you felt embarrassed or overwhelmed. “First of all, I am not a mermaid. Plus I’m a little offended that you think I would like something so trivial.”
“I promise,” he grins, ignoring your protests as he presses on, just like he always does. You feel an arm wrap around your waist as he moves you onto his lap. You squirm against him, your clawed fingers wrapping around his wrists to try to pry them away but you can’t help but let a giggle escape from your lips.
“This is ridiculous. You are so weird. No wonder you have no human female companion,” you grin, not fully meaning the insults you were spewing.
The smile doesn’t leave his lips as you finally decide to stop squirming. Your hand stays wrapped around his wrist tightly. Although you had softened a great deal, you still had to push him away in some way.
He open the book as he began to read. Your eyes glazed over the page as you looked at the words in English. Although you could speak many languages, you had never seen writing before.
You fought the feelings away as best as you could as he read the first few pages to you, rolling your eyes and interrupting him to tell him you didn’t like the story already. As he continued, you found it hard to fight the way you enjoyed the sound of his voice. You took in the pictures in front of you as you slowly began to relax against his chest.
The grip against his wrist subconsciously loosened as he continued on, his chin against your shoulder as you listened intently.
Your chest tightened at the different parts of the story. The prince, the longing to be together, and the sacrifices the mermaid endured caused your chest to feel strange. The feeling of Clark’s warm body under you combined with the sound of his calm voice caused your heart to stammer in a way it had never before. You almost felt the unfamiliar urge to tear up.
As Clark neared the end of the book, your widened eyes narrowed slightly as your stomach churned. You began to think about how even in a world where superheroes and sirens existed, the type of childish make-believe of this story could never happen. Even if it did get your hopes up for a short while.
He finishes it, pausing for a moment as he wishes he could see your face. You are staring down at the last page in silence as a new emotion crashed into you. You swallow. What is he doing to me?
He is about to ask if you liked it before you suddenly dart off of his lap. The book flies from his grasp as he was caught off guard, falling into the water as you disappear beneath the waves.
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notes: Poor baby!! :( He is too sweet. But seriously this is so so fun to write omg!! I LOVE them
Also, I really don’t know that much about siren lore so I hope you can’t notice HAHAH. At the very least I hope everything makes sense!!!
summary: Not even Superman can ignore the haunting sound of a Siren call. It is easy to reel him in and capture him in your grasp. But it is your turn to be mislead when you realize he doesn’t drown. Instead, now you are stuck with the most frustrating problem of all: a lovesick man who refuses to leave you alone.
content warnings: mentions of drowning, violence, mean!reader, pushy!Superman, obsessive!Superman, mention of readers hair twice, reader is bare chested in this
word count: 1.9k+
pairing: siren!female!reader x Superman
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The night was thick with fog as the moon hid behind the clouds. The ocean stretched an endless black around you. It was the kind of night that made sailors uneasy but let you thrive.
You sat perched on a jagged rock a little ways away from shore. The haunting tune of your song rolled off your tongue easily as it was soft and sweet. While your voice carried across the waves it was almost impossible to ignore. It always worked. Always drew them in.
Tonight wasn’t any different. A dark figure cut through the fog above as your eyes narrowed. Your head tilted, your song continuing. It wasn’t a ship this time. It would be impossible for it to be a fisherman, but still the figure approached. You thought your eyes were deceiving you as a man floated above the ocean.
Curiosity overtook you. A flying man? You had seen some strange things in your life, but you weren’t sure if you had ever something like this. He was broad shouldered with a red cape flowing behind him. His face was handsome in a way that even made you blink.
But you still sang louder. The sound of your voice threaded around him as it tugged at him like a net. His flight slowed slightly before he descended and his boots landed on the rock.
Once he stood above you, you smiled. He had fallen right into your trap, or so you thought. “Hi,” you smile.
His pupils were wide, his expression soft, as if drunk on the sound of you. You slid into the water as your scales caught the faint moonlight when your tail swept behind you. You reached for him with soft hands, your voice dripping with sweetness. “Come with me.”
And he did. As soon as he entered the water, you wrapped yourself around him with eased practice. You dragged him under, your claws sharpening around him and tail wrapping around him to pull him deeper. It was a routine at this point, except for the part where he didn’t thrash. Or choke. Or even sink.
Instead, his eyes were open underneath the waves as he looked at you with a calm expression. His lips even curved into a smile, his eyes hooded with the familiar look of being lovesick. Your felt his hand wrap around yours even as you struggled miserably to pull him down.
Your eyes widened. This wasn’t right, it’s never how it went. No one survived this. You snarled, anger growing inside of you as you pressed harder. But it was useless. His chest didn’t heave for air. His body didn’t strain. He was completely unmovable even after you pulled as hard as you could.
And then, his smile turned into a small laugh under the water as air bubbles escaped his mouth. In shock, you loosen your grip just for him to tighten his on you. He didn’t use much force, just pure ease as he pulled you closer as your torso pressed into him.
You immediately resurfaced as you gasped in fury. A million emotions buzzed through you as his head popped up next to yours in the rough waves.
“You’re supposed to-“
“Drown?” He finishes, the warm smile still on his lips. “Yeah, I understand the confusion.”
You could barely think of words to say as you squirmed out of his grasp, distancing yourself. To your relief he let go easily. Your chest heaved as you felt so many emotions. Anger, confusion, even humiliation. Like you had been the one tricked and now he was just here mocking you.
“You were supposed to die.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” he grins.
“Get away from me,” you growl, but you couldn’t force yourself away yet. This was too shocking. You watch as he ends up on the rock again, his cape dripping with salt water as he attempts to ring it out. His dark curls are now damp as it lightly falls over his forehead.
“But I haven’t even gotten your name yet,” he teases. A wave of red crashes over you before you dive under the waves and disappear into the dark water. Your head swirls with ideas of what he could be. Maybe a demon, sent here to in turn destroy you.
The next night was quiet as you lay draped over the same rock. Salt water glistened over your bare chest as your tail fell over the side of the rock, flicking it gently against the soft waves. Your eyes were half-lidded in comfort as you finally began to let your deflated ego rest from the event the day prior.
Until you heard that voice.
“I was hoping I’d find you here.”
You nearly groaned. Turning your head just enough to glance over your shoulder, you saw him again. Broad-shouldered, dark hair, that annoying grin, and the red and blue outfit he dressed in. The man, or thing, rather, that should have been just another easy kill. Another fool that was easily lured beneath the waves. It was like he was taunting you now, really.
“You’re persistent,” you mutter, flicking your tail in the water which sent a splash toward him. He hovered, not even flinching.
He chuckled slightly, a hand scratching the back of his neck. “Can you blame me? I’ve been all over the world but I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Your jaw clenched as you wanted to attempt to drag him under yet again, but you knew it would be no use. “I tried to kill you.”
“Yeah, I noticed. How did that work out?”
The audacity.
You turned away, lying across the rock once more with your back to him. “You should leave. There’s nothing for you here.”
Your instincts flared to knock him away from you with your tail as he landed on your rock. But it would just be even more humiliating the second he wouldn’t budge.
“I don’t think that’s true. You don’t have to sing, or lure me in, or… whatever it is you do. I just want to be here. With you,” he tells you, his voice slightly softer now.
You couldn’t bear to be near him any longer as you slipped into the water. For some reason, you didn’t swim away though as you glare up at him as the waves lap over your bare shoulders.
“What is that ridiculous thing you are wearing?” You ask.
He grins that annoying smirk as he glances down once.
“It’s more of a work uniform,” he says after a moment, glancing back down to your face as you easily tread even in the rough waves. “I think I like your outfit even more.” He smirks.
That comment pisses you off to no end. You scoff, your blood boiling. But the only thing you can do is disappear into the ocean. An attempt at slapping him would probably only amuse him.
The next night, you had picked a new spot in order to get some peace. It was all the way across the ocean, somewhere you hadn’t been in a while. You almost jumped out of your skin at the sight of him hovering.
“How did you find me?” You snap, preparing to slip back into the water.
“I- uh- I’m sorry,” he starts. “I know what I said was creepy. I don’t usually talk in such a way.” You give him a glance before turning your head again. After a moment, he inches forward in the air.
“I brought you something, if that’s okay,” he tells you.
He holds out his hand to reveal a shell in his palm. You roll your eyes. In his defense, it was a violet snail shell that was fairly rare. You had only seen a couple in your life even living permanently in the ocean. But you couldn’t let him know that.
“I live in the ocean,” you say blankly. “You think I need another shell?”
His face fell for only a moment before it lit up again in that annoying warm smile. “Okay, fair. Tomorrow I will bring you something else.”
You ignored his comment as he still held out the shell. You took it from him, dropping it into the water as it sunk to the bottom. A wave of familiar satisfaction washed over you at the thought of hurting his feelings, but his expression didn’t change.
He presses on, this time trying compliments. “You know, your eyes catch the moonlight like-“
“Don’t,” you growl.
“And your tail, it shimmers more beautiful than-“
“I said don’t.”
“- any treasure I’ve ever seen.”
Your eyes snap back to him as you want to grab him and hold him under just to make it stop. Having to deal with a man and not being able to drag him to his death was torture.
“I could just rip your throat out,” you hiss. “You’re insufferable.”
But the grin he has held that has began to drive you mad is still on his face. “And yet you still haven’t left.” You open your lips to say something but quickly close them after you realize you don’t have anything. So you just sit in silence instead, ignoring the way his eyes stay on you.
That night after he left, you dove into the waves and darted to the ocean floor, searching for the shell he had brought that you discarded. Your chest let out a sigh of relief as you spotted it and picked it up. It worried you to know you wanted to keep it, but you just blamed it on its rarity for now.
The fourth night, you sat on a rock as you combed your hair with a piece of coral. He of course showed up like he had been, floating behind you as you tried to ignore him. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“What?” You snap.
He only grinned. “Just admiring the view.”
Your chest burned in familiar annoyance as you threw the piece of coral you were holding at his head. It bounced harmlessly against his temple as he didn’t even flinch, just continued to grin.
“I brought you something else,” he tells you, lowering back down to the rock as he places a decent sized fish in front of you.
Your eyes narrow as you are tempted to push it off the rock. Before you can say anything, he adds something else. “For humans, men usually will treat women to dinner. I thought I’d take the task of having to get your own food off of your plate tonight.”
Your chest burned with an unfamiliar feeling before quickly pushing it away.
“What if I don’t eat fish?”
He pauses for only a moment. “What do you eat then?”
“Men.”
Your response makes him laugh, causing a shiver to run down your spine at the sound. It takes everything in you to force away the grin from your lips.
Suddenly, his hands gently press against you as he slowly nudges you into the water. Out of surprise, you fall under the surface for only a second before resurfacing quickly. You are about to lash out at him before you notice he is stripping off the suit he wore.
You try not to stare as he undresses to only underwear. You glance away as he slips in the water next to you, grinning at you as the both of you easily tread water about a foot away from each other.
You finally look at him again as your eyes meet his blue ones. The way he looks at you makes your stomach coil deep inside of you.
“What even are you?” You ask, your voice softer than you meant it to come out.
“Kryptonian. I come from a different planet, so technically I’m not human. The yellow sun gives me my powers.”
You are silent for a minute as you avoid his gaze again.
“And the suit?”
He briefly glances to the rock before back to your face. “I wear it when I save people. Usually, I try to blend in with other humans in my day to day life. But when the world needs me I am Superman.”
You are tempted to laugh at that. Tease him about the name, the suit, his duty to save people. But for some reason you can’t bring yourself to do it.
“So you must think I’m horrible, then,” you say quietly after a moment.
You swear he has gotten a little closer as your tail brushes against one of his legs every now and again.
“No, I don’t think you’re horrible,” he says softly. His voice sounds sincere, like he really meant that. “Why do you do what you do? Is it instinct?”
You look down at the water between you. “I guess. It’s what I’ve always known to do.”
One of his hands comes above the water to push a piece of wet hair behind your ear.
“Tell me your name,” he says quietly.
**part 2 is posted :)
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notes: Hehe this was fun 🥰🧜♀️ I swear everything I write has the potential to turn into a multiple part story. Idk how to feel about it
summary: You are a scientist that is assigned to a top-secret government facility that houses an extraterrestrial subject to learn more about where he came from. In this he is not Clark Kent or Superman, just Kal-El. Martha and Jonathan did not find him, but the government did.
content warnings: (please refer to warnings in part 1 as it lists the general themes throughout this story) heavy angst (separation, deep sadness), use of word whore, violence against reader/Clark/other characters, brief mention of loss of life, (SLIGHT) damage to some parts of earth, kissing
word count: 3.7k+
pairing: scientist!female!reader x Kal-El, the last son of Krypton
You don’t exactly remember the walk back to the motel room. You were in a complete daze as the field felt blurry around you. As soon as the door closed choked sobs slipped past your lips.
You collapsed onto the bed, curling into the sheets that still smelled faintly of him. The sobs were violent as it was now even easier to picture him here next to you. You shook as your fists gripped the blanket, aching in every place his hands had touched you less than an hour before.
About an hour passed as your tears have dried on your face, leaving yourself with a slight headache. You couldn’t remember a time you had felt more broken.
Forcing yourself up took more effort than you would have imagined. You stare at the wall, wiping your face that felt tight with dried tears. You needed someone. Anyone, just to hear their voice.
You thought about calling your family. Having to explain this situation to your mom would be nearly impossible but you also knew they were probably still under watch since you were technically wanted by the government. They were watching them just waiting for you to slip.
Shaky hands reach for one of your hoodies as you slip it on. Walking down the hall of the motel feels like you are in a different world as you kept your head down. You eventually slipped into the quiet lobby and felt grateful when the woman at the counter didn’t even look up from her phone.
Against the wall sat a small desk with an old fashioned computer. Your trembling hands pressed the keys as the screen dimly lit up. You opened up the internet, typing in a name that lived in the back of your mind for weeks now: Martha Kent. Whitepages.
After scrolling for a moment, your heart skipped when the number came up. You quickly copied it down on a scrap piece of paper from the desk. Your heart tightened with every didget before clicking off the site and ripping the scrap paper. Stuffing it in your pocket, you slide out of the chair and make your way back into the room.
You hand shakes as it picks up the phone. You are now sat on the edge of the bed as you dial the number and bring it to your ear. Your mind was blank with what you even wanted to say to her. Maybe you just needed to hear a somewhat familiar voice, and then you would hand up after she said hello.
It rang three times before the line picked up.
“Hello?”
Your throat closed but somehow you pushed words through it. “Hi,” your voice is quiet and raspy from crying. “This is the girl who visited you weeks ago. About Clark.”
Silence stretched on the other end so long it felt like it might crush you.
Martha finally spoke, her voice low and careful. “The government came here a few days ago. They searched the house top to bottom.” She paused, her tone softening. “Are you… are you okay, sweetheart?”
You tried to say yes, but it broke into a sob. “I-he went back,” you whispered through your tears. “He went back and I… I don’t know what to do. I’m lost. I have nowhere to go.”
The line went quiet again. You imagined her there, sitting at her kitchen table with her hand pressed over her mouth, holding back her own pain.
Finally, her voice returned. “Stay where you are. We’ll come to you. You don’t have to do this alone.”
You felt a wave of something unexplainable wash through you. You were quiet as you just took a shaky breath. People who didn’t even know you were about to drive half way across the country just to sit with you. You nodded before realizing she couldn’t see you. After giving her a quiet thanks and telling her where you were, you placed the phone back down, leaving you in silence once more.
~
Clark’s chest felt like a crater. It was emptied, hollow, and raw. Every breath scraped against him like glass. His heart had not stopped pounding since you let go of his hand, but now it thudded with a broken rhythm, each beat reminding him of what he no longer had. He carried the ache with him into the ship like it was chained to his ribs.
The air inside was thinner, metallic, and hummed with power. His senses registered it as it reminded him deeply of the facility. But the agony in his chest was too intense for him to feel any level of unease.
His eyes adjusted to the bright interior where new faces awaited him. His biological parents stood among them, composed and stoic. His mother’s face softened when she saw him. She crossed the distance, pressing him into a firm embrace that was more ceremonial than tender.
“My son,” she whispered against his ear, though the word didn’t warm him.
Clark’s arms remained stiff at his sides. He felt nothing but the ache that gnawed at his ribs. All he wanted was to go back and bury his face against your neck to pretend the world around didn’t exist. But you weren’t here. And you wouldn’t be again.
The others began to speak in low, clipped tones, their voices weaving throughout the ship like static. They called him Kal-El, their eyes brightening with pride and expectation. But their pride wasn’t for him, it was for what he represented. A tool and weapon. Just a means to an end.
When the machines stirred around him, Clark’s jaw clenched. A wave of cold electricity slid across his temples like hooks sinking in behind his eyes. His stomach dropped with nausea burning low in his gut as the technology clawed through his head. He tried to push back but the grief had left him too raw and unguarded.
“It is okay,” his father tells him. “We just need to see what Earth is like.”
And he couldn’t stop it. Images spilled from him: the sterile walls of the facility, the endless tests, the restraints. The whole ship watched the monitors in silence as Clark’s memories flooded through their technology.
“They know too much,” someone declared. “The humans tried to tether him. They cannot be trusted.”
Another turned toward the armored soldiers standing guard. They were bred for obedience, strictly following orders.
Clark’s mother’s eyes narrowed as she watched the way her son had been restrained for all of these years. He was sent to bend the humans of earth beneath his will. To be their ruler. Instead, he had been met with containment.
“Erase it,” the order came from her. “Erase the whole base. The facility must be ash.”
The rangers saluted together before exiting the ship. Clark couldn’t even react as his face twisted in discomfort from the invasive wiring that pulled from his brain.
The facility that caged him for nearly three decades was destroyed before any military force could even think about reacting. The rangers obliterated the base with ease before going to return to the ship that still hung fairly high above the earth.
It is important to note that Jimmy, the research assistant, had been out sick that day.
The rest of the ship continued to watch his memories until a new face began to show many times. The visions spilled like water, unstoppable now: your laugh as you beat him at a game, the way you pulled various items from your bag, you leaning over to buckle his seat belt, the gentleness of your lips brushing his for the first time, and finally, your bodies tangled, bare, your name leaving his throat in ragged breaths.
His mother’s head tilted as the images skipped across the screen. For a moment her lips parted, almost puzzled. Then her expression twisted. Anger sharpened her features, her eyes narrowing as a growl crawled from her chest.
“This one,” she hissed. “She poisoned our son. I will strike her from existence myself.”
Before Clark could react, her cloak swirled as she disappeared in a streak of light, breaking through the ship’s barrier and hurtling toward Earth.
Clark’s head throbbed as the machine’s circuits flared again and burned through his skull. He gritted his teeth, chest heaving, the grief and rage inside of him building until something snapped. He managed to tear through the restraints as he shot after her.
The motel’s neon sign buzzed faintly as the early morning light crept across the sky. Civilians scattered into the street, their voices sharp with panic as an alien figure descended. She landed with a crash as the pavement cracked beneath her feet. Her eyes scanned the building before settling on your room.
Without hesitation, she drove herself through the entrance. The door splintered into shards as she easily broke through it.
“You,” she hissed as her words broke through the quiet like static. “You have deceived my son. You place snares around his mind. You have binded him using your body.”
Her hand shot out before you could react. Cold fingers wrapped around your throat as she lifted you effortlessly. The wall slammed against your back as you dangled in her grasp while your lungs screamed for air.
A thunderous boom cracked through the motel as Clark hit the building like a comet. His eyes widened as he saw you trapped in her grip with terror washed across your face. His world went red.
With a snarl tearing from his chest he slammed into his mother with unstoppable force. The impact sent her flying, ripping through the wall and out the other side. They hurtled together across the field, the ground tearing beneath them as they collided in a storm of dust.
His mother gasped under his weight, her limbs trembling against his strength. Her arrogance faltered with eyes widening as she realized her son was much stronger than she was capable of handling.
Clark’s hand pressed hard against her chest, pinning her down as fury poured off him. His jaw was clenched as he trembled with rage.
His mother’s eyes narrow before she sneers up at him.
“All this… for her?” She manages to spit out. “She opens her body for you, and you mistake it for love. Does she whisper poison into your ear until you forget what you are? She is nothing but a weak, distracting whore that drags you from your throne.”
Clark’s vision turned an even deeper red. His fist slammed into the soil beside her head, sending a shock wave that rippled across the field. “Don’t,” he snarled as his voice trembled with rage. “Don’t speak about her.”
His mother’s smile was sharp and cold. She lashed out with sudden strength as she managed to throw her son off of her. He barely even flinched at her attempt to strike him as their fight tumbled across the field in a blur. Clark’s blows were fueled not by training, but fury. Each strike had her stumbling back.
She spat blood, her eyes lifting to her son as she realized the truth. He was stronger. Much stronger than any other Kryptonian.
“Your weakness will eventually destroy you, Kal-El,” she hisses. Without another word, she shots back into the sky to retreat to the ship.
At this point, the world is buzzing with reports on the first attack in history by an alien force. There are waves of shock and panic that ripple through the entire planet, but Clark is only focused on one thing. His head turns back to the motel before he shoots across the field and straight back to the room. Dust and debri swirled around him as he landed in the room where you were still against the wall now on the ground, your body trembling from shock.
He rasps out your name before crossing the distance in a blur. He gathers you in his arms carefully and clutches you to his chest as he holds you.
You blinked up at him, dazed and your throat aching. But when your gaze met his tears pooled in your eyes. Weakly, your arms lift to wrap around him.
“I’m so sorry, Clark,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “I didn’t mean what I said to you. I want you more than anything.”
His body trembled against yours. You felt his hand cradling the back of your head as he buried his face into your neck. His heart cracked at the sound of your apology but he only tightened his hold, his voice cracking as he murmured, “Safe with me. Always.”
As Clark continued to cradle you against him and press kisses to your head, the sky above groaned as the Kryptonian ship lowered closer to earth.
Inside, his mother staggered through the sterile doors as her chest heaved in strain.
“He will be useless to our plan,” she breathes to the rest of the council. “The boy has been poisoned by this planet. He clings to a creature of weakness. As if her heartbeat matters more than his history. He rejects what he is. Rejects us.”
A low murmur moved among the council full of disapproval.
“Perhaps one day, he will see our planet’s truth. But until then, we cannot wait. Krypton’s survival cannot rest on the delusions of one boy.”
One of the council leaders steps forward.
“Then we proceed without him.”
The council hummed with conversation as someone pulled up the map of the universe, highlighting only earth in red. Machines awakened as Kal-El’s mother swallowed.
“If he will not rule them, we will. The humans will be purged and this planet will kneel beneath us as the new Krypton.”
~
What felt like hours later, Clark sat on the bed as his back leaned against the headboard. He held you on top of him, gently stroking your back. You knew something was going to happen. At any moment, it felt like someone or something would show up to tear the both of you apart again.
The motel shook slightly with a distant blast. You felt Clark shift under you as you both looked up. Outside, the fire of missiles from human forces attempted to attack the ship that was now sitting even closer to earth. The explosions barely flicked at all against the ship as it sat in the sky unfazed.
The ship did nothing until in one moment, a blast came from it as it took out several pieces of military equipment at once. Clark began to move under you as he shifted from underneath you.
“Clark,” you called quietly after him as you got up and attempted to grab his hand. “Don’t go. Please don’t leave me.”
His chest rose and fell before he turned to you once more. “I have to,” he says just as quiet. His head leans down until the both of your foreheads were pressed together. “For you. Always for your safety.”
Your fingers twisted into his shirt as if you could hold him here. But when his lips brushed yours, you felt the goodbye in it. He pulled back and the look in his eyes showed his choice was already made.
Then he was gone. The wind tore past you as he shot into the sky.
He hit the shield like a meteor. For one heartbeat, it held. And then, under the sheer force of his body, it shattered.
His fists tore through metal that no human weapon could do. The ship groaned as its frame buckled around him when he ripped through its armor. Kryptonian soldiers rushed toward him, but he was so overtaken by rage they were no match from what they were up against. Their blows barely staggered him. His fists sent them flying. His heat vision carved through walls and engines.
Eventually, he got to the deepest part of the ships wiring. The hum pulsed against his bones as the core of the ship buzzed with power.
He bared his teeth, muscles straining before plunging both of his hands into the motor.
It burned. Kryptonian energy seared through his veins trying to tear him apart. But Clark only gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he pulled. Metal screamed. The motor split under his grip as light spilled out in violent pulses. The ship sounded with alarms wailing. Soldiers scrambled, but it was already too late.
Clark ripped the core free with a final, guttural roar and the entire ship began to collapse.
From the ground, you saw it happen. A couple miles away the ship crashed into the ground with a large explosion. It was unlike anything anyone had ever experienced before. Both soldiers and civilians stared at the scene in both awe and terror.
Clark had managed to escape the ship before it even crashed. Thankfully, he was the only to survive. People watched in silence as he exited the cloud of smoke and debris. Then, he disappeared through the sky as he flew himself right back to you.
He landed a few feet in front of you as your lips parted, trying to find the words to even say. He was worn, battered, and scorched. His legs stumbled slightly until you both embraced each other right in front of the motel.
Tears blurred your vision once more as you shut your eyes and let yourself sink into his chest. He held you tightly as he stroked your back.
You stood there for what felt like an eternity as his grip around you never faltered.
“I love you, Clark,” you tell him quietly.
His breath catches as he hears your words. No one had ever told him they loved him before.
“I love you. More than anything.”
You let out a breath as you open your eyes. In the parking lot, you see the familiar face of Martha. Her and Jonathan had just arrived as they stand outside their car in awe, seeing Clark after so long.
You shift in his arms slightly as you look up at him.
“There’s someone I want you to meet,” you tell him softly, a small smile curving against your lips.
You take his hand and guide him gently over to them. They are both frozen in shock as they don’t know what to do. Martha suddenly steps forward, wrapping her arms around him as she lets out a small cry.
Clark only hesitates for a moment before his arms encircle her too. Jonathan does the same as his eyes fill with tears.
Epilogue
The world owed its survival to him. Though the details were carefully kept behind government doors, it didn’t take long for stories to spread from people who were there. About a man who had torn a ship from the sky with nothing but his own body.
For once, the government didn’t seek to contain him. They reached agreements instead. Papers were signed and information was locked away, promising that his real name never be revealed. He would be able to live amongst humans freely.
Instead, the world came up with a new name for the man who saved them. Superman.
In the year that followed, he became what the planet needed. He was a guardian, dressed in blue and red, soaring into disasters. He pulled survivors from wreckages and disarmed threats before they spiraled into something bigger. But when the cape came off, he slipped back into the quiet life he had chosen.
You had built that life with him. After everything settled, you were offered a position at NASA in Kansas. Much of the word was fairly stale, just countless of hours of data and small discoveries. But at the end of each day, you had something far greater to come home to. To him. To the small house you shared that was right down the road from the Kent farm. Martha and Jonathan had continued to build a bond with Clark, who found it easy to feel comfortable around them.
Clark had taken to writing. It surprised you at first the way his large hands could be so careful over a keyboard but he loved it. He filled page after page, not with reports, but romance. That also surprised you, but it was so him at the same time. He had even finished one long piece. Something a publisher had agreed to release.
One night after spending the day in another country pulling survivors from an earthquake’s rubble, he landed softly at home, cape still swaying behind him. When he stepped into the kitchen, he found a large package on the table. It had already been opened. Inside sat stacks of freshly printed books. Dozens of them. One was missing. He continued into the house to find a lamp on in the living room.
You were curled on the couch with the missing book open in your hands. On the cover read the title E.T. by C.K.
It was the familiar story of a human and alien that had fallen in love. Obviously leaving out many self identifying parts, it told the story of how it all happened. It was your story, hidden in fiction, his love for you written into every line.
You glance up at him with a smile tugging at your lips. “Hey,” you say softly.
He crosses the room with the same smile on his face before sinking down onto the couch next to you. His arm snakes around you as you are pulled into his lap, your side pressing to his front.
“Hey,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your temple before glancing down to the book now on your legs.
“I don’t know if I like how harsh this girl is with his feelings,” you tease, resting the side of your head on his chest. “She told him she didn’t want to go with him.”
A low laugh rumbled in his chest as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your lips. When he pulled back, there was amusement mixed with adoration in his eyes.
“Oh,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Is that not how it happened?”
“Not exactly,” you laugh, smiling at him before he presses another kiss to your lips.
Eventually, you fall asleep against him as Clark stays awake. His lips rest against your head as he listens to the sound of your heart, which is still the best in the world to him. He eventually picks up one of your hands, intertwining your fingers as he looks down at them. He smiles faintly, pulling you a little tighter against him as he holds his whole world.
notes: Oh don’t mind me I’m just in the corner crying :,) I’m sorry this took so long, it was so HARD to write. I still feel like the fight/battle part is so awkward. But seriously, thank you so much for reading this whole thing. Like I’ve said before I’ve literally imagined this type of storyline for years and years so it was so fun to write. Love you so much!!
summary: You’ve grown used to spending Tuesday nights on a rooftop with Superman. You shared takeout, talked for hours about anything, and tried to pretend you weren’t slowly falling for him. The only issue was you had no idea who he was behind Superman.
content warnings: alcohol mentioned once, heels and skirt worn by reader, no physical description of reader, no smut, kissing, mostly just fluff (I guess if you could even call it that?)
word count: 2.4k+
pairing: collegestudent!female!reader x Superman/Clark Kent
Metropolis seemed to be the place that never slept. Even after midnight, neon lights continued to flicker, traffic hummed along many streets, and sounds of people laughing spilled from the bars and restaurants that were littered on every corner. You were used to it by now after your first semester at Metropolis University. The energy was overwhelming at times, but it beat the staleness of your small hometown.
That night wasn’t much different. You were walking back to your dorm after a night out with your friends. Your heels clicked against the pavement as the hem of your skirt needed to be pulled down every once in a while. The city was always a little brighter after a few drinks as your ears still pounded slightly from the loud music of the club.
Passing a random alleyway, you caught him in the corner of your eye. You slowed slightly as at first you thought it was just a shadow of a man slouched against the brick. When the light caught him, your breath caught in your throat. The cape was unmistakable. Superman.
You had only ever seen him from a distance. A few times flying over some skyscrapers, and the rest of the time just through shaky news footage on your phone or tv. Never like this, where you were close enough to be able to count the bruises across his jaw or hear the strained sound of his breathing. His large frame was pressed against the wall, fingers curling into the brick as if he was steadying himself. His head was bowed, mumbling words under his breath that were too low for you to even make sense of.
Any other time, you were the type to mind your own business and keep walking. Maybe you could blame your curiosity on the alcohol. Before you knew it, you had taken a few steps into the alley.
“Are you okay?” The sound of your voice causes him to freeze. He hadn’t even heard your footsteps as he was so lost in the fog of exhaustion and thoughts. Slowly, he lifted his head.
Blue eyes found yours. They were sharp and piercing, but they held the same amount of startle as yours now did.
“I-“ his voice cracked before he steadied it. He straightened, standing at his full height now as his cape rustled before falling back into place. “Yes. I’m fine.”
His voice returned to the same deep tone he always carried as Superman. You blinked, realizing you were just staring as you nod. “Okay.”
You kept it pretty simple as you turn to continue on your way. Something flicked inside him at the way you had accepted his answer so easily. It was a mix between amusement and disappointment that you were walking away so quickly.
Your beauty had stunned him, but of course he’d never admit that to a random woman in a dark alleyway. It wasn’t like he was trying to creep you out. But he also couldn’t stop the way his steps followed after you.
“You’re walking alone?” He calls after you.
You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes catching his and offered a small, friendly grin. “Yeah. I live a few blocks away.”
He nodded once, decisive. “I’ll walk with you.”
Before you could even let the argument slip past your lips, his long strides fell into place beside yours. The cape trailed just enough to brush the air behind him as he towered over you. The few pedestrians out at this hour slowed, stared, whispered. You knew it probably looked odd.
You bit back a laugh as your face felt hot. “This is embarrassing.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and your eyes widened as you winced slightly. “I mean- sorry. That sounded rude. I didn’t mean it like that.”
His lips curved slightly into a faintly bashful smile that softened his entire face. “Don’t worry. I know what you meant.”
It is quiet between the two of you as you cross the next street before you speak. “So you talk to yourself?” Your eyes glance up to him.
His brow furrows slightly as his eyes meet yours. “What?”
“In the alley,” you clarify, grinning slightly. “You were mumbling. It kind of sounded like a conversation, but you were the only one there.”
Color crept faintly into his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck. His gaze darted away for a moment. “…I do that sometimes.”
You laughed softly. “I do too.”
You made him feel so out of his element already, which worried him. Just the sound of your voice caused his heartbeat to increase.
You sigh as you slow down to pause in front of the building. “Well, this is me. Thank you for walking me home.”
He looks down at you with a small smile on his lips. “Don’t thank me. I wanted to. Goodnight,” he pauses after the last word, lifting his gaze slightly as if he wanted your name. You tell him and his chest flutters at knowing something else about you. He repeats it, telling you to have a good night once again.
That was how it started.
You didn’t know what urged you to stop that night. But from then on, Tuesday nights became yours. Superman would land on the roof of your dorm, the gust of wind announcing his arrival, and you’d already be waiting. Sometimes with takeout, sometimes with homework sprawled around you, sometimes with just tons to yap about. The most confusing part was you weren’t sure what this was. A friendship, sure, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t look forward to those nights a little too much.
He felt the same way. He wanted nothing more than to see you more often, show you who he truly was, even ask you on a date. There were several times where he wanted to plan an “accidental” run in as Clark. But he was terrified you wouldn’t give him the time of day as someone so dorky and awkward. So the late night hang outs continued. You didn’t ask who he truly was, and he didn’t bring it up either.
You were sitting on the roof of your dorm building, back pressed against the brick wall as two containers of chow mein sat next to you. You had a textbook opened into your lap, the cool breeze of the night brushing past your legs that weren’t covered at all in your pajama shorts. Your teeth held one of your hoodie strings between them out of habit.
The familiar rush of wind came shortly after as you didn’t even have to look over to know he was here. His landing was always quiet but never subtle.
“Hey Supes,” you tease, turning the page. “I got you some Chinese in case you’re hungry.”
When you did finally glance over, your lips curve in a half smile. Because there you were with your takeout, and there he was standing a few feet away holding his own bag of food like a person arriving late to a gathering.
“I did the same for you,” he admitted, the corner of his mouth curving in a sheepish smile.
“Oh, we’re trying to out-nice eachother now?” You grin, watching as he settles about a foot away from you. For a moment it almost feels unreal as it did in the beginning. Superman, a world known figure, sitting criss cross near you with takeout between the two of you.
“We might have to start setting up dates for who brings what,” he responds.
You reach over to look through the bag that he brought as you begin to speak again. “So you remember that paper you helped me write last week?” You ask, pulling open the container to find falafel. You tap your finger with your thumb as you make an excited face since it was one of your favorites.
He grins, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he had no idea what you were doing. He would have to add that into his phone notes of the various gestures and phrases you used so he could look them up later. You made him feel so out of touch but he loved every second of it.
“The one where your contribution was typing your name at the top?” He asks, and your eyes flicker to his face as you can’t hold back a grin. He had been growing more comfortable with teasing you as time passed.
“Yeah, if that’s how you want to remember it,” you laugh lightly. “Anyway, I got 100 on it. Like, my professor had no corrections at all and said it was the best thing he’s read all semester. How are you so good at writing?”
He ducked his head slightly, trying to disguise the flush creeping up his neck. “Oh, you know… I’m just good with words, I guess,” he replies, hoping you wouldn’t notice how nervous he was around you again. “Lots of practice.”
Your nod as your eyes narrow slightly, taking a bite of food. You would have to circle back to his last comment later.
He glances down at the textbook in your lap as he tries to change the subject. “Economics, huh? That’s some pretty heavy stuff.”
You sigh as you glance back to the book. “Yeah. I have a test tomorrow.” You pause for a moment before speaking again. “When you say you have lots of practice, does that mean through your job? Like your day job I mean?” You ask simply, going back to what he said. You were always trying to subtly pull information out of him in hopes you could find out who he really was without him telling you. It was like a game. “Maybe you went to school for it?”
His lips parted like he’d been caught in the middle of something. For a split second, his eyes flickered away before he leaned back against the brick wall with you.
“My day job,” he repeated. He adjusted the carton in his hands like it demanded his full attention. “Yeah, something like that.”
You tilted your head, chewing thoughtfully as your eyes stayed locked on him. “So you do have one.”
That nervous little smile tugged at his mouth. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Not really,” you smile. “I mean, Superman doesn’t exactly strike me as the clock in, clock out type.”
He chuckled under his breath and you felt a small thrill that maybe you’d managed to crack his composure. “Maybe I like blending in,” he offered.
“So it has something to do with writing,” you continue, watching as he takes a bite.
He swallows before giving you a look, but the slight smile is still there. “You ask a lot of questions. I really don’t even have the chance to get to know you.”
You grin, shaking your head as you continue to eat. “You know me. You know my name and where I live. That basically means you know me more than a lot of people.”
He sighs and shakes his head with a grin, and he swears he is about to open his mouth to tell you his real name before you keep talking.
“But fine. I’ll ask easier questions for now. Do you have a girlfriend?”
His heart thuds in his chest for a different reason as he meets your gaze again, pausing. “No. No girlfriend.”
His response amuses you for a second as you laugh. “Uh oh. There was a pause. I’ll rephrase, does your secret identity have a girlfriend?”
That makes him laugh this time as he shakes his head.
“No, no parts of me have a girlfriend. I promise.”
You smile as you pick up the other container, still amused. “Boyfriend? You know there’s talk on the internet that you and Batman might have something going on,” you tease.
That did it. His head dropped instantly as another laugh escaped him, covering his face with his hand. “Oh my gosh,” he mutters, his shoulders shaking slightly in amusement. “You are… what is that word you called me last week?”
You smirk widely. You always loved the way his voice got higher when he couldn’t stop laughing. “Insufferable?”
“You are insufferable,” his grins, his laughter dying down as he looks up at you again. “But no. I only spend time with one person that I look at in more than a platonic way.”
Your grin falters for a second and your lips part as you blink at him. “Oh yeah?” you say softly, your tone playful but your pulse quickening. “And who’s that?”
His gaze lingers on you, unflinching, until the air between you feels heavy. “You already know,” he says softly.
You feel your breath catch, your heart clenching in your chest. Before you can even think of a clever reply, he leans in. His lips find yours gently, testing at first, but the warmth of his lips rushes through you so fast your head spins.
You almost forget to breathe at how unreal this feels. Your hands gently find his shoulders as you kiss him back. He pulls back just enough for you to see the faint flush over his cheeks before his voice rumbles against your lips.
“My name is Clark Kent,” he admits, and before you can even react his lips are on yours again.
“I work at the Daily Planet,” he murmurs between another kiss, his mouth curving into a smile before pressing them against yours again.
You try to laugh against his lips, giddy with amusement and disbelief before he is pulling away again. “Clark?”
But you are cut off as he kisses your jaw. “I live at 344 Clinton street,” he returns to your lips as pecks them again. “Apartment 3D.”
You can barely breathe, partly from laughing but also the way this large man you had been falling for over the last few weeks was kissing you so intensely. Your hands have now found his nape as your fingers glide into his hair.
He pulls away once more to kiss the corner of your mouth. “You’re insane,” you giggle.
“My phone number is 555-5185,” another kiss. “And I wear glasses.”
By the time he pulls back properly, you’re breathless with laughter and your lips tingle. He’s smiling, but rests his forehead against yours as he nuzzles your face.
“Seriously, anything you want to know about me, I’ll tell you. Anything,” he says softly as his large hand holds your face gently.
“You’re not real,” you whisper with a small smile.
“Neither are you,” he counters, brushing his thumb over your cheek before stealing another kiss.
notes: this was just a fun little something I guess. I needed something light bc the other piece I am working on is killing meeee!! Thanks for reading 💋💋
what ms girl thought she was getting herself into day one vs the absolute cutie pie she walked in on that would eventually lead her to dump 10+ years of school down the drain
**Here is part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 :)
summary: You are a scientist that is assigned to a top-secret government facility that houses an extraterrestrial subject to learn more about where he came from. In this he is not Clark Kent or Superman, just Kal-El. Martha and Jon did not find him, but the government did.
content warnings: (please refer to warnings in part 1 as it lists the general themes throughout this story) kissing, smut (hand job of Clark, virgin!Clark, piv sex, orgasm inside reader, sexual words **see note before reading**), angst ending (sad)
word count: 3.2k+
pairing: scientist!female!reader x Kal-El, the last son of Krypton
***THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT. I put heart like these (♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡) before and after the part so you can skip past it if that is not your type of thing :)
For a long moment, the room was swallowed in silence. The power flicked back on a few seconds after the broadcast had disappeared. Now the only sound heard was the sputtering of the air conditioner coming back to life.
You realized you were still clinging to Clark. You sat on his thighs as his strong hands still held onto your arms. He didn’t shift away, he simply tilted his head and rested it gently against yours. His nose gently brushed against your cheek in a soft nuzzle.
Your throat tightened as you realize you were trembling slightly in his arms. A shaky exhale escapes your lips as he pressed his face against yours.
“Clark,” you whisper, your voice small and trembling.
His lashes lift as he opens his eyes just enough to look at you in the dim light of the lamp. You felt yourself being pulled in closer to him in a silent devotion.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice the same volume as yours. “Safe with me.”
Your chest aches at the certainty in his tone. You knew he truly meant it and believed it. He would protect you from anything, even from his own blood.
But you realized his words did little to soothe you and only broke your heart even more. Tomorrow would eventually come and no matter how much he promised your safety or tried to hold you close, you couldn’t keep him here. Not from a force that had just threatened the whole world over the return of their son.
The realization was making you feel sick as your head spun. You would have to give him up. Your stomach twisted again at the thought. The man who had looked at you with nothing but admiration in his depressing cell, who followed you around wherever you brought him despite his strength, who curled himself up small against you in bed. He had somehow filled every empty space inside of you. And you loved him.
It was terrifying to admit even to yourself. But it was true. You loved him so much it made your chest ache. You had practically given up everything for him. Your career, your family’s peace of mind, your freedom. And you were sure you would continue to do so until you couldn’t anymore. It was the kind of helplessness that made you want to scream into the night no, you can’t take him, he’s mine.
Clark’s hand moved up to gently run down your back. He rubbed it gently, his mouth now pressed to your head as the silence continued. Your eyes closed as you sank into his warmth. You weren’t sure how you could ever let him go.
After what felt like an eternity, Clark’s head lowered. You felt his breath against your temple at first before his nose gently brushed against your cheek. When you tilted your head up, his gaze was already waiting for yours.
The kiss came slowly. He lightly brushed his lips against yours as if he was asking permission all over again. It started light and gentle before the kiss deepened enough to steal your breath.
Your heart tightened with sadness once more. The cruel knowledge of knowing every second of your time together was now numbered clawed at you. But you forced yourself to push those thoughts away. For now, he was here and he was yours.
Your hands slid up to hold his face. His brow furrowed slightly as he let out the smallest, unsteady sound against into your mouth. It filled your ears like a surrender.
The kiss broke as both of your foreheads pressed together. He blinked, trying to memorize every small detail about you. Your lips found his again as he followed without hesitation. Somehow, you ended up with him flat on his back as you were still on top of him. His broad frame stretched across the mattress as you straddled him, kissing him. His hands hovered at his sides hesitantly at first before you guided them back to your sides like earlier.
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
Desire built between the both of you, a burning heat that neither of you could ignore. Even though Clark didn’t fully understand what the ache meant,he trusted you completely. His body melted under your touch as your lips continued to move against his.
Every new sound from him felt new. It was like it was a secret that only you had unlocked before. You remove your lips as both of you suck in air before your lips are on his jaw once more. His breath caught as your lips wandered his warm skin and the frantic beat of his pulse against his neck.
“Clark,” you say softly against his skin, placing another kiss. “I want to show you something new. I need you. But if I make you uncomfortable, if it feels bad in anyway, please tell me to stop.”
For a moment, silence settled between you two as his wide eyes searched yours. He was uncertain, but the beat of his pulse underneath you told you he wasn’t scared of you. Only scared of himself doing something wrong. He gives you a nod as he holds your gaze.
You slid your hands under the hem of his shirt and lifted it. Inch by inch, you began to see how beautiful he really was. His broad shoulders, thick arms filled with muscle, and a chest that was sculpted were even more striking underneath the fabric. He moved beneath you nervously. You realized how nervous he really is.
“You’re perfect,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest before returning to his lips. “So pretty,” you murmur against his lips, using a word he was familiar with. He made a soft, startled noise once your lips pressed down against his mouth once again.
When you shifted above him to settle more comfortably, you froze. His arousal pressed firmly into your thigh through the thin material of his pants. Your heart squeezed.
You swallow gently and brush your hands down his sides before pausing at his waistband. He tenses at first before you pause and give him time to refuse. After only seconds he lifted his hips subconsciously to help you.
After his sweatpants were slid down, he was now completely bare under you. Your breathing caught in your throat as you body buzzed with disbelief and awe.
His cock was gorgeous, to say the least. His size was overwhelming in both length and girth. His head was completely pink and there was a slight curve to it. It stood up for you perfectly as Clark laid under you completely under your spell.
Your heart ached at how much you adored him. You finally tore your gaze away as you moved your face closer to his, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
He blinks as he nods instantly. “Yes.”
Your hand gently wraps around him as both of your breaths catch at the same time. A strangled sound leaves his throat as his hips buck slightly. You place another kiss to the side of his head as you take a few seconds to just feel him and watch the way he twitches in your hand.
Then, you begin to move. Gently stroking him has him a mess, completely melting under you. Your name manages to slip past his lips as you move your hand up and down his warm cock.
“So perfect,” you repeat as he stares into your eyes.
It is only about less than a minute before you can feel him start to squirm under you. His lips part, brows furrowed slightly as he repeats your name, this time in a shaky plea.
“It’s okay,” you whisper to him, continuing to stroke him. “Just trust me. You can let go of that feeling.”
The sound of your voice is enough to bring him over the edge. His stomach coils as a startled gasp leaves his throat. Hot, milky cum spurts out of him as you continue to milk him through his release.
His head presses against the pillow as he lets out the most gut wrenching sounds. He was completely ruined under your hand as you watched him fall apart. The sight made your growing desire twitch deep inside you.
You finally release him as he pants against the pillow. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you lick some of him up as you taste the tanginess that was so him.
But you couldn’t stop there. Your lips attached to his again as his breathing caught in his throat before his eyes fluttered shut. He fell back into rhythm with your lips.
Eventually, you began to strip your clothes off. Your top fell to the floor next to his as you straddled him. His blue eyes widened even more at the sight of your bare chest.
“Touch me,” you breathed out as you were already working on slipping off your pajama shorts. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”
Large hands hesitantly brushed up your sides as he hadn’t taken his eyes off your breasts since the clothing was removed. He had always wondered what they were through your shirt, and grew even more curious when he saw the brief curves of cleavage that some of the pictures you brought him showed.
You let out a soft hum as his warm hands cup your tits. They are gentle at first, but become more firm after a moment. His lips part open briefly as he squeezes them lightly.
“Clark,” you hum, now in just your underwear as you straddle his waist. “Keep going.”
He watches in complete awe as his hands knead them. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He would have to ask for a word that held more weight than just ‘pretty’ later.
You let out a small gasp as his fingers pinch your nipples. Clark’s eyes flicker up to your face to make sure you were okay before the returned to your chest. After a few moments, his hands left your tits as they trail down your sides, glancing at your hips and underwear.
He hesitates, wondering if the area is off limits before you quickly shake your head. You shift on his lap, climbing off before falling back onto the bed on your back. “Take them off of me.”
His gaze meets yours once more before the flicker down to the fabric separating the two of you from becoming one. His fingers gently loop around them, slowly tugging down as his breathing catches at the sight of you.
The piece is tossed to the ground, long forgotten as Clark seems to be star stuck now above you. You give him a gentle smile, now feeling slightly insecure as his eyes bore into your bare body.
“I like to be touched too,” you tell him, your legs parting slightly as you can already feel yourself wet between your thighs. “But I need you too much. I can’t wait any longer. Can I show you?”
His eyes flicker back to yours as you feel like time has stopped, as dramatic as that sounds. Clark had already grown hard again a few minutes ago. He nods once more, the word not able to slip through his throat even if he tried.
Your fingers find their way into his dark hair once more as you pull him more firmly on top of you. Your lips attach as he hovers on top of your body. After a moment, you spread your legs even more as you look down. Your hand reaches for his cock, guiding him to your entrance and God, you could literally pass out from the sight of it.
His tip presses against your wet folds as you hear him let out a small whimper before his face buries into your neck. You look up at the ceiling, one of your hands gently stroking his nape.
“Go ahead and move, Clark,” you tell him softly, pressing a small kiss under his ear.
With your words, he feels his hips move forward instinctively as the tip of his cock slips into you. His whole body jolts on top of yours as a raw, unguarded sound escapes his lips. The sound was vulnerable, breath taking, and everything you never knew you needed.
He sinks further into you as he fills out your tight walls. Your own breathing catches as your hands find his broad shoulders that are flexed in strain. “Clark,” you whimper, his eyes squeezing shut as you squeeze around him.
He begins to move slowly, every part of you making his body explode with pleasure as his blue eyes open once more. They meet yours gaze as he looks as if he is completely taken over.
“Feel s-so good,” he whimpers before your name leaves his lips.
He falls into a steady rhythm as his balls press right into your skin every time. You had never been filled like this before. For his last two thrusts, he begins to press right into your g spot causing you to cry out in pleasure. But the release has already built inside him again as he lets out an animalistic sound, pausing as he cums deep inside of you.
His cock twitches as he pants, gently falling on top of you before pulling out. Although you didn’t reach your orgasm, you could never feel unsatisfied with Clark. Seeing the way he came apart over you and the way his head fell against your chest in complete pleasure filled you with more satisfaction than an orgasm ever would.
That was until he lifted his head only a moment later.
“Again?” He asks simply. Right as the word leaves his mouth, you feel his hardness against your thigh. You let out a breathless laugh as you nod.
After a few rounds of him completely filling you, your release builds inside of you so high that even you were nervous to let go. “Clark,” you whimper, your nails digging into his skin as your thighs tightened around him. The way your pussy tightened around him told him instinctively that you were close. He lowers his head to press his lips against yours.
You let out the most guttural sound into his throat as you release all over him. You pulse around him, and if you weren’t already closing your eyes to kiss him, you’re sure they would’ve rolled to the back of your head. Your body trembles in after shock as he finishes inside of you again.
The sounds of your breaths fill the room as he collapses on top of you. The feeling of his solid weight filled you with warmth as the both of you just lay there.
The room was now quiet except for the sound of an occasional car. The entire world was shut out now, completely ignoring the threats, the undoubtably frantic news stations as they reported on this alien threat and who Kal-El was. All that mattered was the way you were wrapped in Clark’s arms.
You didn’t sleep at all. Every time you tried, your mind drifted back to every memory of what had just happened. Every touch, sound, and the way Clark’s body had trembled above yours as if the world was being shaken itself. You even begin to think about the fate of both of you, but you quickly blocked it out.
Clark on the other hand was completely taken over. If he wasn’t captivated by you before, now he was utterly undone. You would even tease him about being pussydrunk if you had the time to be able to explain the concept.
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His wide eyes never left your face as he gently stroked your back. He held you as if he loosened his grip, you would vanish. Even when you tried to slip out of bed to use the bathroom, his hand immediately wrapped around your wrist as his brows furrowed in near panic. Even after you promised you’d be right back, he still waited on the edge of the bed anxiously.
You were immediately scooped back into his arms as you returned. He pressed his face into your neck as he breathed you in, listening to the soft, familiar thump of your heart he had grown to adore. You had never felt as loved or cherished as you did with Clark. Even if he wasn’t completely yours before, he was now. Utterly, hopelessly, and with no return.
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The next morning came quickly as your stomach churned. You knew your time with Clark was drawing to an end. Each second felt heavier than it should feel as you pull your clothes back on. Clark is dressed as his hands smooth down your shirt, giving you a small smile as he stares down at you lovingly.
It is in that moment that you realize he thought you were going with him. As much as you wanted to, you knew you couldn’t. You would be unable to survive in a world like his. Even worse, his biological people would never accept you. You knew that you would only cause problems for Clark and all you wanted was for him to be happy and free.
Outside, the sky was soft and pale. The sun has barely come up as you look up at the sky to find the Kryptonian ship already hovering high above, waiting patiently for their son. The motel stood quiet behind the both of you as you hold hands, walking toward the field behind the building.
You stopped walking, causing Clark to glance behind him as you as he pauses too. The soft smile returns to his lips as he looks at you. Your hand slips from his, causing his smile to falter.
“Ready?” He asks anyway, stepping closer to you as his voice was soft and hopeful.
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Clark,” you whisper. “I can’t go.”
His brow furrows, head tilting slightly. It then dawns on him that you were probably talking about the way you couldn’t reach the ship. “Carry you,” he tells you simply, already bending as though it were the easiest solution in the world. He looked so proud and certain he could fix it.
But when his arms started to reach you placed both hands against his broad shoulders, holding him back. “No, Clark. I can’t go.” Your voice slightly trembled. You knew if you didn’t cut deeper, he’d never leave you.
You forced yourself to go further, even though it killed you. “I don’t want to go. I am human, I belong on earth. You are an alien.”
The softness fell from his face instantly, the glow in his eyes dimming into something broken. His chest rose and fell as though breathing itself was suddenly painful.
You surprised yourself by keeping your composure steady, even as your insides were torn to shreads. “Go,” you manage to get out, voice shaky but firm. “You don’t belong here.”
For a moment he just stares, as if he thought this might not be happening. Confusion, devastation, and heartbreak rippled across his face. Then slowly, he stepped back.
You couldn’t bear to breathe as he lifted off the ground, the wind from his takeoff stirring the grass around your feet. He rose higher and higher until he was just a speck in the sky, disappearing by the glowing ship.
Only then did your mask fade away. A hot tear slipped down your cheek. You covered your mouth, a choked sob tearing out of you as your knees weakened beneath you.
For the first time since meeting Clark, you were truly alone.
**Here is part 9 :)
notes: Should I end the story here? (I’m completely kidding). I just know you guys cannot stand me and I’m sorry for such a sad ending to this part 😭
**If you want to, maybe read part 1 if you enjoy clois x reader? But you’ll still be able to follow along even if you start with this one
summary: Lois Lane and Clark Kent have been together for years. They are a solid couple who share everything, even dreams. For Lois, one dream she can’t shake is the longing for a woman’s touch alongside the man she loves. After months of searching and disappointment, they finally meet you. What begins with shy smiles over drinks soon turns into late night dinners that eventually turn into a night none of you will ever forget. (copied & pasted from part 1)
content warnings: poly!relationship, wlw, bisexual!Lois Lane, bisexual!reader, established relationship between Lois and Clark, semi dom!Lois, penetration/sex w strap, fingering, kissing, no physical description of reader, praise
word count: 2k
pairing: clois x female!reader
The only thing better than being in a brand new relationship where the other person can’t stop obsessing over you is being in one where two people can’t.
It still felt a little surreal to you at times. The texts in the middle of the day to check in, small gifts they would pickup just because it reminded them of you, the way you had never felt the amount of pleasure you did when the three of you were intimate.
One night, you found yourself back at their apartment which was becoming a frequent occurrence. You were in the shower, relaxing under the hot stream as your body began to unwind.
You barely even noticed the sound of the curtain being pulled back until a familiar voice teased behind you.
“Room for one more?” Lois asks before slipping in without waiting for your answer. Her hands began to slip over your wet skin like she had every right to be near you, which at this point, she did. You squirmed slightly at the way her soft fingers slid against your sides, almost tickling you, before they cup your tits. You let out a small squeal as she pinches your nipples.
“Lois,” you whine, pressing into her with a smile.
The sound of both of your giggles carried down the hall, of course. Clark heard it from the living room as it was all the invitation he needed. The curtain shifted once more a few moments later as his tall frame squeezed into the already cramped shower.
“Clark!” Lois groaned, a half laugh escaping her. “You’re blocking the water.”
“Sorry,” he grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on her shoulder.
Between Lois’ playful complaints, your laughter, and the way Clark was growing more comfortable in the relationship that was blooming, the small shower was filled with a warmth that had little to do with the steam from the water. It was messy and crowded but you couldn’t remember another time you felt as loved as you did now.
The next day, the three of you are quietly sitting in the living room. You are working on some homework with your pen between your teeth, Lois is scrolling on her phone, and Clark sits at the table adding some pieces to an article that he was working on.
Suddenly, Lois gasps at her phone as she shoots off the couch and slips through the door. You lift your head as you watch her leave without saying a word before turning to Clark. He doesn’t even seem phased, so you go back to your homework.
Moments later, Lois returns to the apartment bouncing up and down in excitement.
“Look what came,” she sings as Clark’s eyes glance up to her. His heart rate picks up as he realizes what it is.
You swallow, setting down your book as you remember a few nights ago when Lois happily scrolled through Amazon to find a strap on.
Lois is currently criss crossed on the floor, ripping at the box’s tape before pulling out the strap wrapped in plastic. Her eyes light up like it was Christmas morning as she holds it up. Your stomach does a flip, already feeling the desire building inside you at the sight of it.
“Wow,” is all you can get out.
She glances up to both of you, raising an eyebrow.
“Well? Aren’t you excited to use it?” she asks.
You just bite your inner lip as Clark seems to be pulled from his imaginative gaze. “Oh! Y-yeah. I definitely am,” he stutters after blinking. His voice was just a little higher than normal as the tip of his ears turn pink.
Lois smirked knowingly, but before she could tease him he was already up and moving. He comes over to the couch, scooping you up into his arms as you wrap your legs around his waist.
He begins to make his way to the bedroom as he glances down to your face, giving you a soft smile.
“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers against your head before giving you a kiss. The contrast between his calmness and Lois’ boldness is something you would always love. Lois trailed behind the both of you as she was already going through the contents of the box.
Clark lays you gently across the bed. He leans over to you to press a long, tender kiss against your lips. His lips were soft and warm like they always were.
Lois tapped his shoulder as she held the small paper of instruction in her hand, her eyes scanning it.
“Get up, lover boy. You have to help me learn how to put this on,” she tells him, her gleaming eyes not leaving the page she was scanning.
You lay on the bed as you grin, watching the two of them bicker about the toy. It was nice being able to laugh about such an awkward situation, especially as the nerves of something new happening built inside you.
“Clark,” Lois hisses as he pulls at a band around her hip too tightly, causing it to pinch her skin.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he grins as his thumb rubs her soft hip bone. You watch as he goes back to the directions, his brow furrowing slightly at the words. He looks adorable focusing this hard, especially over something like this.
You let out a small laugh before sighing. “I feel like I should be doing something?” You tell them.
They both look up from the directions before grinning. Both lean down to hover over the sides of you.
“Besides lying there and looking beautiful? Nothing,” Clark smiles before kissing your neck right under your ear. Lois places several playful kisses against your jaw.
“We just love you so much,” she says against your skin.
They mess with the directions for a few more moments before Lois huffs and tosses it onto the nightstand. “Okay, you know what? It shouldn’t be this complicated. Trial and error. We’ll just figure it out as we go.”
Clark lets out an amused sound under his breath, still fiddling with one of the straps before stopping. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me coming from you.”
She grins before leaning down and falling on top of you. Her lips steal yours into a desperate kiss as you feel her hands begin to slip up your shirt. The weight of her body against yours is familiar but another shock wave of excitement runs through you as you realize it was happening.
Clark joins her shortly after, gently kissing your shoulder as his hand caresses your hip. Lois removes her lips as they attach against your neck, nipping at your skin. She begins to remove your top, revealing your bare chest under the tshirt you had “borrowed” from Clark.
Her eyes immediately move to your tits as she gently attached her lips to kiss them. “So beautiful.”
You can’t even yelp as she gently takes one of your nipples between her teeth because Clark had attached his lips to yours.
They eventually strip the rest of your clothing off, leaving you a naked mess under them as your nerves buzz.
Lois’ fingers lace with yours against the sheets, giving them a soft squeeze.
“Hey,” she says softly against the skin of your cheek before kissing it. “If anything gets too much, tell us. This is supposed to be fun for you.”
You let out a shaky sigh, your core already aching as you look at her.
“P-please. I need you, Lois,” you plead softly.
She smiles before giving you another kiss against your lips. Clark’s warm hand continues to stroke against your hip as he kisses the side of your neck.
Lois releases one of her hands from yours as a thin fingers slips past your folds. You gasp softly into the kiss as she swallows it, her finger pressing to your clit as the state of you already wet sends a shiver down her spine.
“You’re already soaked, baby” she moans against your lips. Clark’s cock has already been hard for a few minutes, but it twitches at the sound of Lois’ words.
Her thumb continues to press into your clit before removing it, leaving you to let out a breath as she removes her lips from yours too.
Lois decides to flip you over to try doggy. She guides you gently on your hands and knees, her hands gently brushing against your thighs in soothing strokes.
Clark is tempted to take out his cock, just to relieve the severe ache as he watches the two women he loves fuck but he decides against it.
“God, you’re gorgeous like this,” Lois tells you quietly, her voice thick with admiration. Her voice trembles with faint excitement as her hands stroke your ass and hips.
You can feel yourself practically glistening with your ass in the air, letting out a shaky breath as desperation begins to pound through you.
“Please fuck me,” you beg. Lois positions herself behind you as her hands move to firmly grip your hips.
When the first inch of silicone plunges into you, your breathing catches. Lois watches every moment as she inches her hips forward, the toy slipping inside of you more and more. It feels different than Clark of course, maybe more artificial, but it is still enough to make your body jolt with sensation.
At the first sound of your shaky cry, Clark’s large frame is folding down in front of you instantly. His lips capture yours as he swallows the cry from your throat. His kiss is so deep and gentle it almost makes you forget the dildo stretching you out.
“Baby,” Lois breathes, her hips now pressed right against your ass as the pressure from the base of the toy presses into her core. “I- I can feel how tightly you are gripping it.”
Lois begins to get the hang of it as her hips find a slightly shaky rhythm. The way you are falling into Clark and moaning against his lips tells her she is doing a good job.
“You’re such a good girl for us,” he whispers against your lips.
Lois steadies her pace, her grip on your hips firm as she thrusts with growing confidence. Her breath quickens each time she presses forward, the base pressing deliciously into her, but her focus never wavers too far from you.
Meanwhile, you feel yourself falling apart as the toy kisses your cervix with each thrust. Your lips are parted every time Clark moves to focus on kissing something else. You feel like you were quite literally getting your brains fucked out.
“God, look at you,” Lois murmurs, her voice trembling in awe. “Taking me so perfectly… like you were made for us.”
Your body trembles, forehead pressing to Clark’s broad shoulder as he kisses you again and again.
“You’re incredible,” Clark whispers, his voice soft and husky into your ear. “So beautiful when you fall apart for us.”
The combination of Lois’ hips rocking into you and Clark’s mouth worshipping yours almost sends you over the edge in that moment. Each sound you make is swallowed by Clark’s mouth.
Lois leans forward, her hands still gripping your hips. “You’re close, aren’t you?” she whispers. “Don’t hold back. Let go for us, sweet girl.”
Clark’s forehead presses to yours as he kisses the side of your mouth. “That’s it. You’re perfect. Cum for us.”
And when the peak hits, your whole body trembles violently in their arms. You cum all over the toy as you pulse around it. You gasp as your thighs shake. Clark kisses the cries from your lips as Lois groans behind you. She clutches your hips tightly as she rides out your release with you.
Lois pulls out of you as her chest heaves. Your juices have made a mess of the toy as you find yourself falling onto Clark.
Clark cradles you to him, kissing your temple in the way that showed how precious you were to him. “That was so beautiful sweetheart. You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, his chest rumbling against your ear.
Lois undoes the strap as she collapses next to the both of you, her breathing slightly heavy. Clark wraps his arm around her too, pulling her into this side. Lois leans forward to press a kiss against your temple before sighing and resting against Clark’s shoulder.
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