when i'm down on my knees, you're how i pray

kitty. 26. she/her. bisexual queen. 18+ only. ageless blogs will be blocked.

[hotchhner]

ain’t nobody starin at that dimple😛

[born222late]

clark's the type of guy to mumble "personality" with a pointed look when jimmy asks him tits or ass, knowing he could suffocate in your tits and die happily

[mjskeetz]

how you find me at 2am reading superman x reader fanfics

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Clark who after a silly, drunken hookup with you (his coworker) finds you forgot your panties at his place. And, being the good boy he is, he washes them so he can return them.

(He'd been reluctant about removing the scent of your slick from them, but he didn't want to give them back to you all dirtied.)

When he manages to catch you alone on Monday morning and hands them to you — all flustered and stuttering out murmured apologies, his cheeks and the tips of his ears pink — you seem amused.

“You could've kept them,” you point out, a grin curling the corner of your mouth.

He blinks at you and a tiny furrow forms between his eyebrows. “What for?” he questions.

You just smile at him. “Here. Let's trade.” You grab him by the hand and lead the way.

He didn't expect to end up locked in the bathroom with you, his body caging yours against the wall while his hand works under your skirt, fingers fucking deep into your cunt while you hold onto his arms for dear life.

You're moaning quietly, trying to not be too loud lest someone realizes what's going on in here. Your legs are shaking and getting closer to giving out with every curl of his digits that allows him to press that spongy spot that makes you see stars.

“Clark, oh my God,” you whine into his ear, nails digging into his skin.

He groans, his body alight with desire, the front of his pants tented where his cock is desperately aching to be sheathed in you. But he contents himself with grinding against your thigh a little, not nearly enough to give him the orgasm he's yearning for, but enough to keep him at bay.

His thumb rubs your clit in neat circles, feeling how your gummy walls clench his fingers with each stroke he delivers. He kisses your temple, his voice rough in your ear: “I want you to come on my fingers. You think you can do that for me, baby?”

You nod, eager, desperate. “Yes,” you gasp, eyes shut tight. “Yes.”

“Such a sweet girl,” he murmurs, dragging his lips down the side of your face, to your neck, where he preoccupies himself with kissing and biting gently.

Your climax is close, a tight knot of pleasure growing quickly, deep in your belly, threatening to snap soon. You can't think anymore, can barely keep yourself quiet. Clark's fingers are just so good. They're long and thick and a little rough with calluses, and he reaches every spot with ease and precision, as if he knows your body better than you do.

“Please,” you mewl, legs trembling. “Please, Clark, please.”

“Shh, shh, I'll get you there,” he promises, chuckling softly when you pull him right against you, your soft tits pressing against his chest, his cock against your lower stomach. “Relax, I'm not going anywhere.”

Your breathing grows quick and shallow, your little sounds interrupted by gasps of air, and you're squirming, hips rolling in time with his fingers.

“Kiss me,” you whine, one of your hands moving to the back of his neck to pull him in.

He goes gladly, crushing his mouth onto yours, swallowing down the squeaks and moans you let out when your orgasm finally wracks through you.

Much to his surprise, a gush of your slick spurts from you in time to the little tremors that wash over your body. It soaks his hand and wrist, buried between your thighs, and drenches your panties.

Clark gasps, whines and tenses. Somewhere between grinding against you and the surprise of you squirting on him, his body finds enough stimulation and he finishes, his cum coating his underwear, thick and creamy.

“Shit,” he mumbles against your neck, mortified, feeling a blush build up from his neck to his face and all the way to the tips of his ears.

You, unaware of his...situation, kiss the side of his face gently. Your hands softly push at his chest, and he moves a step back, glancing down minutely at himself to make sure there's not a wet spot at the front of his pants.

Thankfully, there isn't. Yet, at least. There's a lot of cum, he can feel it, and if he doesn't clean it up soon, it'll stain his dress pants.

On weak legs, you shimmy out of your panties, the material soaked, and hand them to him. Clark blinks at you, surprised, and you giggle.

“Keep them,” you tell him, putting on the clean pair that Clark had just returned to you. “As a little souvenir.” You wink playfully at him.

When he stares at you, somewhere between shy and delighted, your expression softens and you kiss his cheek. That eases the tension from his body some, even though he's still got one hand in front of his crotch so you can't see the gathering mess.

“I'll have you doing this to me again if you return them, hear me?” you whisper, probably meaning it as a threat — Clark only hears a promise.

He nods, even though, as he stuffs them in the pocket of his pants, he's already planning on going back home and washing them for tomorrow. And this time, he should probably bring himself an extra pair of underwear, too.

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Clark Kent masterlist

[souliloqui]

18+ | clark x f!reader x lois

cw: voyeurism, public sex

need lois walking in on clark fucking you real hard in the office after hours and instantly being speechless. mouth agape, jaw dropped as she watches how clark pounds into your poor pussy with a meanness she didn't know clark could have.

you scratching lines into his clothed back, moaning like a bitch in heat while clark groans into your neck as he fucks you hard enough that the sound of your wet pussy floods the empty space.

lois, cheeks and body hot, watches as your legs kick out from where they're wrapped around clark's waist and how your voice raises in pitch and—

a hand unbuttons lois' jeans before it slips into her underwear and lois' eyes cross as she rubs her clit to the rhythm of clark's merciless thrusts.

all it takes is clark rasping, "that's my girl, my sweet girl. are you cumming? are you gonna cum—?" and you nodding helplessly as you cry, "c-cu-cumming!" and lois is gone.

[crucifem]

Oh em gee, I barely see any Clois x reader 😭 Saw your dom!Clois x sub!reader post and the idea has taken up every part of my mind. Could we maybe get an expansion on that thought? Maybe a blurb or fic? Pretty, pretty pleaseeee 🤤

Yk what is hilarious i already have a draft of this so i'm gonna just post it since you want it 😩❤️

Warnings! —poly!dom!clois x sub!reader, mean!dom!lois, soft!dom!clark, three some M/F/F, everyone is so bisexual, LOIS IS A WORLD CLASS MUNCH, lowkey..puppy!reader vibes, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, soft choking, clark loves his girls so much he can just cum from how hot you two are together.

Lois has you on your back first, sharp nails biting into your thighs as she spreads you wide, her smirk wicked when you squirm. “Needy girl,” she purrs, voice low and cutting. “Already shaking and we haven’t even started. You’ll do exactly what we say, won’t you?” Her words burn, cruel and intoxicating, but then Clark is there—his huge body shadowing next to hers, his warm hand sliding up your belly. “Easy, honey,” he soothes, pressing a sweet kiss to your jaw while Lois pinches at your nipple just to make you gasp. “She’s only being mean because she knows you like it.”

Clark slides in behind you like he was made for it, his sheer size enveloping you until your back is pressed flush against his chest. His heat seeps into your skin, and then his palm comes up—broad, steady, cupping the front of your throat with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. “Shh, sweetheart,” he whispers against your ear, his lips brushing your hairline, his voice syrup-sweet. “You’re safe with us. We've got you. Just let us take care of you.” His thumb strokes gently over your pulse as if to remind you he’s not here to hurt, just to hold.

Lois, on the other hand, is merciless. She kneels between your thighs, fingers spreading you open with no hesitation, smirk razor-sharp as she glances up at your flushed face. “Look at her, Clark,” Lois taunts, her tone mean but thick with hunger. “So wet just from being handled. She doesn’t even need my mouth yet—she’s begging without words.”

Clark hums low in his chest, the sound vibrating against your back. His grip on your throat tightens just enough to make you gasp. “Gosh, Lois… she’s so beautiful like this.” Then, softer, to you: “You’re doing so well, honey. You trust us, don’t you? That’s our good girl.” You whimper, trapped between Lois’s sharp control and Clark’s tender dominance, every nerve in your body strung tight as they play their perfect good cop, bad cop routine on your body.

You jolt in Clark’s arms when Lois latches onto your clit, sucking hard. His free hand presses down over your belly, keeping you pinned when you try to buck. “Shh, honey, let her have you,” he murmurs, his hips pressing subtly against your back—his erection undeniable, straining hot and heavy. “She knows exactly how to make you feel good.” Lois proves him right, two fingers sliding into you with a ruthless curl that makes you gasp. “Hear that?” she says, her laugh dark as slick gushes around her hand. “So desperate she’s soaking my hand already.” She spreads you wider, thumb digging into your thigh to hold you open, her tongue and fingers working in perfect, merciless rhythm.

Clark presses a tender kiss to your temple, murmuring, “That’s it, darling. Just let go. You’re safe with us.” The sweet cadence of his voice nearly breaks you apart as Lois’s mouth drags you mercilessly toward climax. Clark’s hand at your throat trembles as you gasp and writhe against him, and then—slowly—his other hand slides down. Not to you, not yet, but to Lois. His massive fingers bury themselves in her dark hair, gripping tight as he groans low in your ear.

“Oh geez—…” His voice breaks on the words, half-moan, half-prayer. “Seeing you two like this—it’s… goodness, it’s almost too much.” He tugs her hair just enough to angle her mouth harder against you, and the cry that rips from your throat nearly tips you over the edge. Lois hums against your cunt, smug and cruel, loving the way you shudder helplessly between them. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Clark whispers sweetly, his lips brushing your temple, his breath hot as he moans again at the sight of Lois devouring you. “You’re almost there. Don’t hold back—come for us. Let go.”

The combination shatters you. Lois’s tongue and fingers push you past the edge, your whole body tightening before breaking apart in Clark’s arms. He holds you steady as your orgasm rips through you, his hand firm at your throat, his chest pressed solid against your back while Lois works you through every wave. “Good girl,” Clark murmurs, kissing the damp hair at your temple as Lois finally pulls back, her chin glistening, her smirk victorious. “You did so well. Gosh, you’re beautiful when you come.”

Lois wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes gleaming up at you. “Sweet, wrecked, and perfect for us as always.” she says smugly, before sliding her fingers out with a deliberate curl that makes you whimper all over again. Clark only moans softly at the sight, hand still tangled in Lois’s hair like he doesn’t want to let go. “Goodness,” he breathes, eyes blown wide, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of either of you.”

[deedzreads]

when the author starts describing some fuck ass outfit that i’m supposedly wearing

[loverness]

clark kent making you feel good ₊˚⊹♡

“oh, clark —” you heave, breathless and wet, aching with that heavenly mix of pain and pleasure. your sobs reverberate continuously, bouncing off the walls and sending chills down clark’s spine.

he holds your trembling legs apart, fingers digging into your fleshy inner thighs with the kind of devotion only he could show a lover. not his nails, no, but the pads of his thumbs rub circles into your skin, only serving to work you up more. he’s almost kind with it.

but the way clark’s consuming you is everything but. his nose bumps quickly against your clit, tongue slurping up your cunt like a raggedly rabid dog. he’s endlessly starving for a taste of you. the tip of his tongue fucks you mercilessly.

in, out. in, out.

“mmh,” he moans softly when you scream his name, feeling the way you crumble underneath his touch. “it’s okay, honey,” he mumbles lazily into your cunt, face tilting upwards slightly to take your puffy clit into his mouth instead. “you’re doing good. so good.”

but clark’s an angel, he’d never leave your pretty, sopping cunt hanging like that. so his finger take over. gently at first, then thrusting harder into your squelching hole as he sucks on your clit.

“fuck — clark — feels so good, don’t stop,” you groan shakily, head lolling as your eyes roll back in pleasure. you feel yourself shaking, yet you can’t do anything about it. your senses are screaming pleasure. there’s a deep coil pooling in your stomach, getting tighter and hotter by the second.

“of course i won’t, baby,” he speaks with your clit still in his mouth, his teeth against your bud making you jerk. “you know i won’t stop. you know —“ two fingers, squelch, “— i just wanna make you feel good,” he breathes. three fingers, and you’re gone, shaking as your release takes over you.

white, hot liquid spurts out, your boyfriend working you through it while still managing to swallow every drop. “that’s it,” he murmurs, licking your cunt. “that’s my girl.”

[lolnothankyouplease]

clark is so sweet and kind, i neeeeed to corrupt him

idk just reader loving that clark is a little more innocent and inexperienced when it comes to kinks and introducing him in the best ways

four times clark’s corrupted

CK x fem!reader

summary: you realized your sweet little kansas boy is very vanilla and decide to do something about it

CW: MDNI 18+ (i’m so fr on this one it’s EXPLICIT), dom!reader, public sex, spit kink, lingerie, handjobs, blowjobs, multiple male orgasms, coming dry, overstimulation, begging, breast job (?), crying during sex, clark blushes an excessive amount in this, bondage, handcuffs, under negotiated kink, p in v sex, mentions of cunnilingus, aftercare, praise kink

1. getting him off in public

this is the first time clark’s been in the women’s bathroom since he was 4 years old. as you tug him inside he slaps a big hand over his eyes, “sweetheart, this is the women’s,” the bits of his cheeks you can still see are rosy. you turn the lock on the door and pull clark’s hand down, “no one’s in here but us, honey,” you don’t mean to giggle but he’s just so damn cute when he’s flustered.

you’d shown up at the daily planet right as everyone but clark and jimmy were leaving for the day, the two of them staying to finish respective articles. (jimmy maybe staying to avoid his mom and eve fussing over him for the second night in a row.) clark got a little flash of lacy lingerie under your dress and started fumbling over his words in front of jimmy - who would certainly make fun of him for at least a week about it. you had loosened clark’s tie a little and told him “you’re working too hard, baby” before dragging him toward the exit.

a slight detour is how you ended up in the women’s restroom on the second floor of the daily planet building. clark’s pants end up around his ankles, his briefcase set gently beside the sink. you end up with your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking at a teasing pace.

“o-oh,” clark moans in surprise, “i’ve never done- gosh- something like this before.”

“your pretty cock got hard just from a little peek at my panties, can’t have you all pent up the whole way home,” you take your hand off his length and raise it, palm up, to clark’s mouth, “spit,” you request.

clark hesitates for a moment before spitting into your open palm. “good boy,” you praise, getting your hand back around him, stroking faster now that you have a little less friction to contend with.

clark’s forehead drops to your shoulders, making his usually overwhelming frame much smaller. he cradles your hips in his hands as you work your hand over his cock. he’s making sweet little noises right into your ear, spurring you on.

“i’m- good gosh- so- oh- can i come?” clark stutters over his words as his hips stutter trying to keep himself contained.

“come for me, sweet boy,” you murmur into his ear and he does, thick ropes of cum coating his cock and your hand.

clark’s trying to kiss you and get your dress off before your hand has even left the scene of the crime. you stop him with your clean hand on his chest, “nope, my love, that was all for you.”

clark looks uncomfortable, always the giver, but nods. he’s polite as he gets you and himself cleaned up, thanking you for making him feel so good.

maybe it’s time to introduce clark to a few more things that are for him - and perhaps corrupt him a little along the way.

2. tit fucking

a few nights later, clark’s laid out on your bed - rather worked up from a sloppy blowjob. you had stopped him before he came, citing you “had something new to try”. clark gave you that hesitant look he always gave you when you told him you had something new in mind. he would enthusiastically have missionary sex for the rest of his life and never know the difference if you didn’t introduce him to some of these things - a lot of which he ended up loving, like blowjobs.

a shaky hand brushes your hair back from your face, “please let me get in you, baby,” clark begs. god, he’s so pretty when he begs. you shake your head, “i have other ideas.” you dig in your nightstand drawer for a moment, coming back with a small bottle of lube.

clark’s eyes go wide and he shifts a little, “i-,” he starts. “not for what you think,” you giggle at the relief on his face. “i’m not saying i’m opposed i’m just.. not tonight,” his face is a pretty shade of pink again.

you dribble a little lube on clark’s cock then smooth a little between your tits. clark’s eyes go wider than before, “golly,” he breathes.

you press one breast on either side of clark’s cock then smirk at him, “fuck me, baby.”

clark starts to thrust his hips up, pushing his cock in and out of the tight space your tits have made.

he comes faster than you could’ve imagined, warm cum spurting over your face and chest. it takes clark a minute to come down from his high, somehow needing to catch his breath - superpowers be damned.

he’s a gentleman, always, so he gets the two of you cleaned up and for once, allows you to hold him.

ten minutes into the cuddle he begs to eat you out, but that’s beside the point.

3. overstimulation

“clark, i have something else i wanna try with you that i think you’ll really like, but i have to talk to you about it,” you’re sitting on the couch, novel open, while clark finishes up the dishes from dinner. he comes out of the kitchen - looking the most adorable he’s ever been in yellow kitchen gloves, drying a plate.

you smile softly at him over the top of your book, “sorry, honey, finish what you were doing then we’ll talk,” you shoo him back to the kitchen with a hand motion.

after a couple of minutes, clark emerges - gloveless. he plops down beside you on the couch, pulling your feet into his lap. he starts to massage them gently as you speak, “so, i want to try to make you come dry.”

clark chokes on air and starts coughing. he leans to the coffee table and takes a sip of his water left over from dinner.

when he’s regained his composure he asks, “is that possible?”

you nod, “mhm,” you hum, “just takes 3 or 4 orgasms back to back.”

clark blinks at you like you’ve just unlocked a whole new universe, “back to back as in no downtime?” he questions.

“yes, baby, the downtime makes the fluid,” you’re absolutely beaming at him because he’s starting to get hard under your heel. you press down just a bit so he knows you know he’s getting turned on.

“can we try now?” clark asks, pupils blown wide as he stares at you.

“go get naked and lay on the bed.”

clark gets up so fast he hits his knee on the coffee table and just keeps heading toward the bedroom.

you’re gonna ruin him.

you wait a few minutes before heading to the bedroom where clark is lying against the pillows, completely naked except for his white socks - yes, he ironed them that morning.

his cock is hard against his lower belly, precum leaving a trail on the little layer of fat there.

“you look so pretty, baby,” you lean down to kiss him, holding his jaw in your hand a little harder than usual, “you want my mouth or hand first?”

clark bites his lip, really considering, “mouth,” he decides.

you pull back from him to get started, but clark grips your wrist to keep you close, “i- i’m nervous. could i kiss you some before we start?”

“god, clark, of course you can,” you reply, “and you know to say the safe word if you wanna stop. anytime, baby, we never have to keep going if you don’t like it.”

kisses are exchanged, starting out sweet and soft then turning wet and leading a few moans to crawl up your throat. clark uses your arousal against you to get you naked.

however, when his hand moves south, you make your way down his body to get your mouth where it belongs.

“come whenever you feel it, don’t hold back,” you remind him. he nods, fisting the sheets in his hands.

finally, you lick a stripe up his cock from base to tip. you start to suck the tip gently, swirling your tongue around it. clark’s letting out gorgeous moans and words as close to swears as he’s willing to get.

by the time you work his cock most of the way down your throat, clark’s coming, trying hard not to buck his hips up off the bed. you swallow around him, but don’t stop even when he starts to let out little whines and whimpers. you keep bobbing your head.

“fu- uh… ohhh,” clark whines, dancing even closer to using a “bad” word.

you glance up at him - he’s flushed all the way down his chest, eyes locked on you, and sheets balled up in his fists at his sides so tight you think they might rip.

his eyes are already glassy. you don’t care. you keep sucking his cock like it’s your job until he’s coming down your throat again.

you pull off completely, but start stroking clark’s cock with quick pumps of your hand, “gonna come for me again, my good boy?” you ask, your voice fucked out.

unable to form a real word, clark just tips his head back and starts to fuck up into your fist. you gasp softly at him chasing a third orgasm despite the overstimulation. “fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” you praise him over and over, letting him thrust into your hand until he’s coming all over it. the orgasm looks weak, just a little spurt of cum leaks out of the tip of clark’s overworked cock.

“can you do one more, my love?” you ask, stilling your hand. clark nods, shamelessly staring at your chest.

“need to look at me?” you tease gently, sitting up a little so he can really see your body. the moment clark gets your body in full view he starts rutting against your hand again. tears pool in the corner of his eyes and he lets out a broken moan.

the tears slide down clark’s face as he finally comes completely dry, letting out a sob.

you immediately jump into aftercare mode - kissing him, praising him, cleaning him up with a soft, warm rag. you fetch him water and his favorite protein bar. you hold him until he’s able to hold himself up again.

“can we do that again sometime?” clark asks, blushing again, letting you see his tear stains in full view. you nod, “of course, sweet boy, love making you feel good.” he curls himself into your body, snaking his arms around you to hold you, resting his head on your chest.

4. bondage

handcuffs dangle from your fingertip as you smirk at clark in your bedroom doorway a few weeks after you made him come dry.

he’s laid out on the bed again, that cute confused crinkle pressed into the space between his brows, “honey i don’t wanna ruin the fun but i could break those - easily.”

heat pools in your lower belly as you think about clark breaking out of the cuffs to touch you. you push the thought out of your mind - not the mission right now.

“but you won’t, will you, baby?” you rake your eyes over his long, muscular body, taking in every inch of skin before meeting his gaze again, “you’re gonna be a good boy and let me use that pretty cock and not touch.”

a shaky breath escapes clark and he nods, holding out his wrists to get cuffed.

you feel more heat pool at his willingness. you walk over to him and lock the cuffs on one wrist then the other.

“now be good and keep your hands to yourself,” you instruct. you step away from him to peel your panties down your legs slowly - the last piece of clothing left from your earlier make out. you feel clark’s eyes on you.

the bed dips a bit under your knee as you go to straddle clark. he’s already trying to touch you so you take the chain between the cuffs in your hand and pin his wrists to the headboard.

“thought you were gonna be a good boy, clark?” you roll your hips down, dragging his hard cock through your folds but not letting him inside you.

“y-yeah,” clark’s breath catches in his throat, “gonna be a good boy.”

“don’t come until i finish, deal?” you raise your brows at him and he nods in acknowledgment.

you roll your hips again, the head of clark’s cock catching your clit just right. he lets out a strangled moan while you gasp and grind down again, using the head of his cock for your own pleasure.

this goes on for a few minutes, your slow grind - clark getting increasingly desperate to touch you, get his cock in you, do something other than lie there and let you use him as a toy.

something in clark snaps, he effortlessly pulls the handcuffs apart and gets his hands on your waist, manhandling you to get you on your back, one leg pushed up by your chest.

“need you,” he almost growls, pushing his length inside you in one motion. he starts to thrust fast and hard, a bruising grip on your hips, keeping your leg up to get as deep as he can, “need to fill you up, haven’t been in you in so long, need you so bad. don’t care if i’m not a good boy.”

you clench around him at his words, letting out a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before as clark pounds into you.

“feel you squeezing me, baby, come on. come for me. come on my cock,” clark’s got his face pressed into your neck as he brings a hand down to circle your clit. the cold metal of the broken handcuff brushing your skin is what sends you over the edge. clark’s hurtling over that same edge as soon as he feels you finish around him.

he pulls out carefully and catches you staring at him in awe. his usual blush creeps back onto his cheeks, “what?” he asks.

“such a bad boy, clark, needed to fuck me so bad you broke out of metal handcuffs i bought online? they’re not even the cheap novelty ones, they’re built for the police,” you chastise him but you can’t wipe the smile off your face.

clark gently gets you cleaned up before you pull him back into bed with you and unlock the cuffs still hanging on his wrists. you set them aside on your nightstand before cuddling into clark’s side.

“was that okay?” he whispers.

“fuck, yes, baby. gonna have to pick up a second job just to pay for handcuffs,” you kiss his cheek and close your eyes, falling asleep easily.

A/N: whoops! that got excessive. if you wish for me to expand on any of these or think of any other kinks you think this reader and clark should try put it in my ask box! thanks to this anon for the inspiration.

[ghostlychel69]

but baby, you're all mine?

blurb: clark kent falls for you upon your first meeting. hard.

themes: love sick Clark Kent, soft yandere clark, m!mastrubation, overstimulation to the point of passing out, f!reader, awkward slightly creepy clark (he gets creepier in the next parts but he's still our soft, well mannered farm boy!!), men who yearn are men who earn!!! wc: 1.8k (forever in 1.8k jail..sigh)

a/n: I'll be making a part 2 soon my loves, I'll link it to this once it's up! enjoy, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and don't be afraid to comment to if you want <3

clark didn't know the exact logistics of when it occurred, his burning infatuation with you.. if you could even call it that? maybe all-consuming, devotional, passion for your very existence might be better fitting terminology, but that would only be a fraction of his mind numbing desire for you.

maybe it occurred that one fateful day. a day that racked and replayed over and over again in his love sick brain. 

the day he met you.

it had been an ordinary day for Clark Kent. 

dragging his tired body out of bed early in the am, sore from his late night battle with an inter-dimensional being that easily dwarfed the Empire State Building. he sauntered into the bathroom connected to his bedroom, preparing a scalding hot shower, groaning as he felt the waves of scorching down pour tumble down his steel skin in a barrage of large droplets .

he stepped out of the shower, a cloud of evaporation following in pursuit, as he wrapped his large frame in a towel, wiping himself dry and allowing it to hang dangerously loose from his abdomen, exposing his deep cut v-line.

he haphazardly stumbled into his bedroom, quickly dousing himself in shea butter lotion and dressing in his work attire he had previously set out mere minutes before.

his head tiredly cocked to his side, checking the time.

6:04am blinked back just as tiredly from his digital alarm clock.

he decided he'd just grab a coffee on the way to his commute to work.

outside, the sky was still a blend of dusk and dawn as the sun barely rose above the metropolis city sky line.

clark breathed in the brief moment of peacefulness, a small gentle smile tugging at his lips.

until the moment was, of course, rudely interrupted with discourse that clark's super hearing zeroed in from what seemed to be some blocks down from his own apartment complex.

screams and cries echoed and rung throughout his ears as he immediately sprung into action without a second thought, work attire be damned as he exposed his superman identity beneath the thin layers of fabric, the large iconic 'S' framing the wide expanse of his chest.

as he flew at an inhumane pace, by passing that of a spitfire fighter jet, he was immediately greeted with the crisis as a large raging inferno clawed at a small apartment complex.

he flew downwards after assessing the situation from above, seeing that the metropolis fire department had arrived at the scene mere minutes before him.

"superman! oh thank god!" a fireman exclaimed from down below, covered head to toe in soot, breathed out breathily.

"what's the situation?" clark quizzed, voice dropping an octave as he used that low, deep tone he adopted when he was in his superman identity.

"it seems as though we've rescued most of the civilians trapped within, as a couple seem to be out of town right now, but there's still someone on the top floor we can't seem to reach-" the firefighter started, desperation lacing his voice, but he wasn't able to finish as clark immediately rushed past in a blur of navy and burgundy.

he bursted into the top floor window of the apartment complex, flames licking at his steel skin, frantically searching for any sign of human life through the black smog that clouded his 20/20 vision.

that's when he saw movement.

that's when he saw you.

your unconscious form laid skewed on the hardwood floor. inhaling and exhaling short slow breaths as a small wet rag covered your face, you seemingly trying to stop the copious amount of carbon dioxide and large particulates from penetrating your lungs even further.

"smart girl" he mumbled, to no one other than himself.

he scooped you into his big arms, bridal style, as he flew you down below to safety, landing softly onto a green patch of grass within a park, not too far away from the emergency help vehicles.

clark knew he should have immediately handled you to the first responders, let them do their job nursing you back to health, check for any major damage.

but he..couldn't.

he had to look at you first, like, really, look at you.

you were ethereal.

stealing his very breath away, quite literally, as his laboured breathing could almost be confused for someone in need of urgent CPR, but clark's breathing rate had always been slightly slower and irregular of that of a human, a tell tale sign of his alien origin.

he froze slightly as you stirred in his grip, blinking awake slowly.

"s-superman?" you slurred, big doe eyes penetrating his very soul as you wheezed in a couple meek inhales, your body desperately trying to compensate for the lack of oxygen you experienced a couple minutes ago.

clark looked like a dear in headlights, honestly mortified at the fact that he was caught just gawking at you, mouth slightly ajar and eyes glazed over as a look of yearning twisted his delicate features.

"hello" he breathed meekly, blue eyes darting to something, anything, other than your hypnotic gaze, before he was further entranced by you.

"your apartment complex..I'm sorry but, it-it caught on fire, I'm terribly sorry I couldn't get to you sooner..but you seem to be okay physically-"

"you saved me?"

clark's rambling came to an abrupt halt as you interjected. eyes finding your face once more as he blinked quizzically at you.

"well of course" he stated matter of factly, "I'm superman" he grinned as a cheeky smile stretched on his features, dimples deepening.

"you really are an angel" you whispered, a lazy smile tugging at your plump, full lips clark had, of course, noticed just moments earlier due to his prior gawking.

clark's eyelids fluttered slightly at this, eyes soon widening, processing what you had just said.

angel.

"just" he breathed out shakily, "just doing my job." he smiled once more, softer this time, gentle.

"so I see" you breathed out airily, a glint of mischief behind your entrancing gaze, as a glimmer or a smirk tugged at you lips playfully, breathy laugh leaving your lips.

clark felt his cheeks warm at this and only prayed to the heavens above that the dying orange inferno behind him covered his deep flush.

that was the day you two had officially met.

the day that clark descended into a deep infatuation of you.

it was all-consuming, but it was initially innocent at first.

he thought of your smile as he completed his mundane daily tasks, your airy laugh as he drafted his 4th article for the daily planet newspaper, the previous ones scrapped as his mind continued drifting back to you, leading to none of them actually being coherent English as he proof-read them.

and then it continued, spiralling deeper.

your hypnotic gaze as he pumped his cock to the thought of you once more for the 7th time that evening, unleashing pathetic whiny whimpers as he came even harder than the last 6 as he had managed to gather your instagram account handle sometime between the the 4th and the 5th orgasm, which has proved to be quite challenging as clark wasn't big on social media use but after some stalking which was made easier due to the fact he quite literally was a reporter, he struck gold.

gaze still trained on your angelic face as you smiled at the camera in the selfie, your eyes squinting as he marvelled at the photo that he pulled from your highlights since you didn't post very frequently.

his love sick mind imaging scenarios in which he made you smile so beautifully like that.

god he wished he could see you smile like that in reality.

of course he lingered around you after the events of the tragic fire, made sure you retrieved adequate medical attention and that you would have a place to stay after the fire had taken your home, but that was it honestly.

he left it at that.

but..he had an itch.

an urge.

this immense desire began to pool within his stomach, heavy and overwhelming as he continued to pump his very overstimulated length up and down in a damn near bruising grip.

he needed an outlet and this was his only way.

he mewled, pornographic moans ringing loudly throughout his apartment, probably alerting the neighbours from how loud he was being.

"oh g-golly baby mmfff- look what y-your doing to me" clark whimpered, hips bucking up frantically to chase his hand, nth oragasm building once more as the knot within him was pulled taunt once more.

"shhiiiit" he sluured, spilling, well..

nothing, to his horror.

clark had came dry.

the 8 other orgasms catching up to him.

this revelation itself had caused clark's glossy, wet eyes to go wide, face flushing even deeper than it was which seemed physically impossible. he soon collapsed backwards onto his soft bed, passing out. cum from all previous orgasms sloshing and flowing from the sides of his abdomen, seeping onto his brand new sheets, surely ruining them from the sheer volume.

he woke up the next morning, incredibly late to work due to oversleeping and even more groggy than usual due to him basically pumping out half his body weight in cum and having to clean up the mess afterwards. the day went by quickly as there were no attacks that had occurred that day, luckily for clark, as he rushed home once the clock struck 5pm, grumbling a meek "goodbye" to jimmy and lois, as he grabbed a newspaper on his way out.

once clark arrived home, he changed into more comfortable clothes, an old metropolis university tee and some loose sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips. he heated up leftovers from last nights dinner, using his laser vision since he was famished and couldn't be bothered to use the microwave. he dug into the chicken casserole as he opened the newspaper, reviewing his own column of his interview of superman.

lazy grin tugging at his lips.

that was until something else caught his eye.

an ad, listing for a roommate.

'urgent: roommate needed asap'

the notice read, clark didn't think much of it. well, that was until he glanced down

'posted by y/n l/n'

no fucking way.

had all the good deeds accomplished by superman finally payed off leading to this blessing from beyond the stars??? clark pondered. not that he was expecting compensation to begin with..

no matter.

he was punching your number into his phone immediately, leg bouncing as he impatiently let the phone ring, waiting for the person on the other end to pick-

"hello?" you chirped, on the other side of the phone voice slightly groggy as if you had just awoken but still carrying that airy tone of cheerfulness you harboured.

clark's mouth went dry. brain racking what the hell he was suppose to do now, he hadn't thought this far ahead..

shit.

well, no matter, because by the end of the next day he had packed all of his belongings into a moving truck.

a grin of accomplishment brandishing his face as he prepared to officially move in with you.

a/n: "eww clark is so disgusting and perverted here" I say with barely controlled lust

divider by @/canibalias

[k1tk4ttt]

"not all men" you're right, clark kent would never do this

[grapejuiceblue5]

just fell to my knees

[aliendickrocks]

third // Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and you

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.

content warnings: smut, poly relationship, established relationship between Lois and Clark, bisexual Lois Lane, bisexual reader, wlw, fingering of reader, some fluff, p.i.v sex, kissing, reader’s hair mentioned twice, first time poly relationship, minimal physical description of reader, some fluff, aftercare

word count: 2.9k+

pairing: clois x female!reader

***I am a slowburn loving and detailed writer through and through. If you just want to read the smut scroll down until you see these hearts: ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

It wasn’t like Lois Lane and Clark Kent needed anyone else in their relationship. They had been together for years, deeply in love and built a bond most people couldn’t even dream of.

Lois had always been honest with Clark about who she was, as he could be with her. The truth about her was a little more mild than being a world saving alien from another planet, she was just bisexual. She adored every part of Clark but something inside her ached for something softer and different. She was sure it could only be soothed by the touch of another woman.

At first, the idea of adding a third had been nothing but a late night conversation. Clark had been drawing lazy circles against her bare skin after sex. Between tangled sheets and tossed around pillows, she looked up to him and asked him without hesitation.

“What are your thoughts on adding a third?” She asked.

Clark, who was cautious in the same way in everything he did, was confused at first. He was slow to warm up to the thought. But over time he saw that Lois’ yearning was genuine and began to understand what she was getting at. She didn’t dream of replacing anything that they had, but instead only wanted to enhance it. Just add someone who could share the kind of love they built.

So their search began. The tips of Clark’s ears burned at the thought of being put on a dating app. It wasn’t like he needed any more attention on Clark Kent than absolutely necessary, especially with something like this. Being from a small town in the Midwest, he was still trying to get used to the thought of a nontraditional relationship like this.

Eventually, he agreed to it under the condition Lois didn’t show his face in their profile.

Months passed of Lois scrolling through their dating apps with no luck. She had even convinced Clark to go to these events around the city designed for couples to find their “unicorn”.

“They have those?” Clark asked, a look of bewilderment on his face. But of course he agreed due to the natural nature of wanting to make Lois happy.

The nights usually consisted of forced smiles and silent walks back to their apartment. Clark’s hand gently stroked her back, trying to find the words to comfort her as he could tell she was more disappointed than she led on.

Although Clark was skilled at holding a calm, comforting demeanor, deep down he felt disappointed too. He reassured Lois that someone who was meant for them was out here as he slowly began to crave that person a little more.

Lois had been curled up on the couch with Clark one night. A half empty glass of wine rested in one hand as she scrolled on her phone with the other. She told herself she wouldn’t spend too long on the app tonight and she wasn’t going to get her hopes up. She just wanted to scroll for a while, maybe distract herself before they went to bed.

And then she stumbled across your profile. Her thumb froze mid scroll, her breath catching in her throat. God, you were gorgeous. Genuine, striking, with a smile that made Lois’ heart stutter. You were younger than both of them. She scrolled down to read a little more of your profile. Attending a university downtown, from Massachusetts, open to getting to know people and seeing where it leads.

It seemed to be a standard dating app profile until her eyes landed on a word that made her heart stop. Bi.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice sharp enough to make Clark glance down at her where he was lazily flipping through the channels.

“What is it?” he asked, brow raised.

Lois smacked his arm, practically bouncing upright. “Look at her, Clark. She’s… she’s perfect. And she’s bi!” Her words came from her mouth in a rush, breathless and eager, her excitement filling the room.

Clark glances down at the phone screen. His heart skips at the picture of you, but he had to swallow. He wanted to say that doesn’t mean she’s looking to walk into an established relationship and become a throuple, but his heart doesn’t allow himself to say that to Lois.

He just nods, his eyes still on her screen. “Pretty,” he says simply.

“Pretty? Pretty, Clark, seriously? She’s fucking hot,” she grins. “Tell me the last time you saw someone like her around here.”

Clark glances at her choice of language but can’t hold back the small grin on his lips. He goes back to the tv as the sounds of Lois’ eager fingers tap out a reply quicker than he had ever seen her text. He wouldn’t allow himself to get his hopes up too high.

A couple days pass as Lois sulks around. No reply from you. Every time her phone buzzed, her heart would leap only to sink again when it wasn’t you.

One night, Clark was just about to take her phone from her hands to give her some attention before she shot up from the couch.

“She replied!” She squealed.

From that point on, it was easy. Conversation flowed like you’d known each other longer than a handful of messages. Flirty jokes and playful banter came from Lois as your replies were warm but slightly bashful. It honestly clicked so naturally that after about a week, you’d agreed to drinks with both her and Clark.

The first night you met in person, Lois had been bracing herself for disappointment. Most of the women they’d seen before drifted toward Clark first but how could she blame them? He was tall, impossibly handsome, with a soft, gentle smile that made people melt. Lois loved him for it but it always stung when she felt like an afterthought in what was supposed to be their search.

You were different. You noticed Clark of course (you’d have to be blind not to) but you seemed to naturally gravitate toward Lois. She saw it in the way yours eyes lingered on her, or the way you laughed at her jokes, or how you leaned in subtly closer when she spoke. Clark was kind and easygoing, and you clicked with him too, but with Lois? There was a spark neither of you could deny.

Drinks turned into dinners. Dinners turned into more nights out and more excuses to be near each other. Eventually, nights out turned into nights in, until one evening, you found yourself in their apartment, straddling Lois’s lap on the couch as her mouth claimed yours that left you dizzy.

The different between Clark and Lois was huge. It wasn’t just their personalities, but also the way they did everything. Lois’ kisses felt like she was clinging to you like you were the last person on earth. Her mouth was feverish and needy as she stole every sound from your throat. Her soft hands always roamed your body, squeezing, caressing, and pulling you closer.

Clark was different. He was gentle and more slow. His rougher hands held you like you were something fragile and precious. Making out with him was passionate and still breathtaking just the same.

Lois’ lips continued to attack yours as you gently pull away, your breath heavy. “I feel bad,” you say against her mouth as she presses her lips to yours again. “Shouldn’t we help him clean up?”

Lois ignores you at first as a smirk creeps onto her lips. She attaches her mouth to your neck, pressing kisses there now.

Clark heard you, of course, his enhanced hearing picked up every word. From the kitchen he glanced over, catching the sight of Lois’s hands tangled in your hair as her mouth was red and swollen from kissing you. Desire pooled in his chest, heat climbing as he tried to ground himself by glancing back down at the plate he had.

“No way” she says slowly against your skin, this time nipping at the spot under your ear. “He doesn’t mind. And needs some time to get used to this.”

After a few minutes of making out with Lois, Clark now joins the both of you in the living room as he sits down on the couch.

Lois tosses you into his lap as his arms circle around you gently. You aren’t sure if you’d ever be able to be passed around without a wave of desire washing over you.

Clark’s hands are more soothing than Lois. One rests on your hip as he presses a kiss to your hair. You are still out of breath.

Lois can’t seem to bare being without your touch for long. She crawls over to the two of you as her hands rest on your thighs.

“Stay the night?” She asks, her eyes hopeful. “It’s already late.”

You blink as you feel the heat flare inside of you. You had never spent the night before, and Clark seems to be just as taken back as he tenses slightly under you.

“Okay,” you whisper, nodding.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

That night you lay in their bed, sandwiched between their bodies. Clark’s arm is wrapped around your waist as Lois kisses at your shoulders and neck. She has forced herself to calm down, knowing it was a new experience for all of you.

“We’ve talked about this. A lot. Clark and I… we’ve both thought about what it would be like to be with you in that way. And Gosh, we’re excited. Like, ‘pinch me, is this real’ excited.” Her laugh was breathless, but then her voice softened. “But there’s no pressure. Not tonight. Not ever. You don’t owe us anything. We’re just so happy you’re here with us. That’s enough.”

You smile gently at her as Clark gently rubs his thumb against the skin of your hip. He leans in, bis breath warm on your neck as he nods slightly.

“We’ve been looking for you for so long,” his voice is deep as it sends a shiver down your spine. “But only if you want this and are comfortable. You don’t have to decide anything tonight.”

You turned slightly, caught between the way Lois’ eyes burned into yours and the safety of Clark’s embrace. Your lips parted before you could stop yourself. “I want this. I want both of you.”

Eventually, you found yourself pressed against the mattress as both of their hands explored your body. Your clothing was slowly stripped away piece by piece as you felt like you were on fire.

Your breathing caught after your legs were coaxed open by Lois. Her thumb gently parted your slits as she found your clit. You hummed softly as Clark watched in awe, holding onto you.

A delicate finger slipped inside of you as Lois’ breath caught at how slick and tight you felt around her. You bit your lip, letting a moan escape your lips before Clark’s warm mouth presses into yours.

Lois watched as she pumped her finger in and out of you. You lying there, bare skin, beautiful tits, completely open for her. The way her man hushed you by claiming your mouth with his own sent a shiver down her spine. She eventually added a finger which caused you to twitch around her.

Lois’ fingers were skilled, using your sounds and subtle movements to get you right where she wanted you. They curled gently inside of you.

Clark eventually pulled away, his blue eyes now dark with a desire you haven’t seen before as he kisses your neck.

“So perfect,” his voice is low and gravely.

“That’s it beautiful, go ahead and cum for me,” Lois says softly.

Lois watches as you orgasm for the first time with her. Your thighs twitch, back arching slightly as you let out a small cry. It was nothing like a porn scene, instead this beautiful display of love and pleasure as you creamed around her fingers.

Your chest heaved up and down quickly as you watched Lois bring her fingers to her mouth. Clark sits up slightly as he grabs her wrist and brings it to his mouth.

“Hey,” Lois says, laughing lightly as he wraps his lips around her two fingers. “That’s mine that I worked for.”

You feel like you could just die under them, your chest fuzzy with slight embarrassment as you can’t help but let out a small giggle.

Lois leans down to capture your lips in hers. She presses against you as your hands find her hair. Slowly, your hands begins to trail down her body as they try to undo her pants.

She shakes her head, removing her lips from yours as they press against your neck. “No. Tonight is about you.”

Clothes fall away easily as Lois and Clark take turns kissing you. You can barely catch your breath before a new set of lips is on yours.

Eventually, Lois moves so she is under you. Your bare back presses into her naked chest, her tits against your soft skin. Her hands find your hips as she adjusts you so your ass is pressed right into her.

Her lips find your shoulder, kissing your bare skin. But you can barely even notice the small kisses at the way Clark’s eyes burn into your naked body.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Lois whispers into your ear before placing a kiss there. “You have no idea how perfect you are to us.”

Your breath catches as Clark finally gets his boxers down, his hard, throbbing cock finally free. Your eyes widen at his size. He was huge.

“So pretty,” he mutters, his eyes glazed over as they run over your body. You pussy glistens as Lois has your thighs parted on top of her.

Lois senses your tenseness as she softly squeezes your hips. “It’s mind blowing, babygirl,” she smirks next to your head as she places another kiss.

Clark eventually finds himself hovering over both of you. Lois’ strokes are gently against your skin as she places soft kisses. The way she held you made this moment even more intimate.

Clark’s lips found yours as he kissed you passionately. Your lips were already swollen, heart already beating out of your chest as he pressed his torso teasingly between your heat.

“You’re precious,” he says against your lips. “We’ll take care of you.”

All you can do is look up at him as he slowly positions himself between your legs. He hisses quietly as the tip of his cock can already feel the dripping wetness of you. Lois’ hands hold open your thighs as her chest burns. She kisses your ear again.

Clark moves forward slowly as about an inch of him slips inside of your cunt. He pauses, almost ready to collapse and cum right there. This was always his favorite part, the point of slipping in and hearing the tiny gasp of a woman. Feeling the new sensation of an unfamiliar pussy made his head spin even more.

“That’s it baby, just feel him. Let us love you,” Lois whispers into your ear as she lovingly caresses your hip.

Clark continues as he inches further into you. Your walls grip around him tightly as he lets out a ragged breath.

Your soft sounds of pleasure fill the room as Clark slowly starts to find a rhythm. His size stretches you out as Lois continues to whisper sweet things to you.

Clark presses another kiss to your lips, drinking in every quiet sound you make as you squirm against Lois. You were perfect to them.

Lois could tell you were close by the way your hips moved. Clark was slowly pouring his hips into you as the sound of skin slapping skin filled her ears.

Her hand brushed down your stomach until one of her fingers found your clit once more. Your eyes widened as a choked cry slipped past your lips. You tightened around Clark as you began to pulse.

“Oh goodness,” he hissed, his large hands finding your lips to try to ground himself. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Let it happen”

“We’re right here. Just fall into us, pretty girl.”

Their words put you over the edge. Your back arches gently as you feel your thighs shake, cumming all over his cock. Your breathing is labored as Lois feels like she could never get used to your sounds.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” she smiles as Clark continues to thrust in and out of you. Your sensitive pussy throbs around him as your mind feels like it’s spinning.

Clark sucks in a breath as he pauses his strokes, letting his warm cum spill deep inside you. He kisses your neck several times as he feels himself twitch inside of you.

He slowly pulls out as your thighs still shake slightly. The best part about aftercare in a threesome is that even as Clark gets up to get a towel, there is still someone there to snuggle you.

Lois holds onto as she presses kisses to your temple. “You are so perfect for us. So beautiful.”

Clark comes back with a warm cloth. He gets back into bed as he gives you a soft smile. He wipes you down, his touch gentle as his eyes rake over your beauty.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, his gaze now on your flushed cheeks.

His lips press against your soft cheeks as he tosses the towel to the side.

You spend the rest of the night between the both of them. Their eyes never leave you as they gently stroke your body, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing they had ever laid eyes on. They worshipped you.

Eventually, your eyelids feel heavy as you drift to sleep. Your breathing is softened as Clark glances up to Lois, who is gently stroking your jaw with her thumb.

“This is the best idea you have ever had, Ms. Lane.”

notes: GUYS. Can you imagine?!?!?!?!! I have no words, truly

[3ll333-deactivated20260509]

CLARK KENT !!!

[maiamore]

PLEASE?

Jealous!Clark Kent finds his mutant!telepath ex on a date.

cw: 18+, yearning/pathetic!clark, mutant!telepath reader, he begs A LOT in this, m!masturbation, switch!clark, he orgasms while watching you touch yourself, voyeurism (2k)

He thinks it's the right decision to cut you out of his life.

You're far more trouble to keep around in the long run, mostly because you'd forced him to always answer you with pure and utter honesty. (Given that you could tell what went through his mind constantly.)

It'd turned exhausting eventually, having the pretty girl he occasionally slept with nitpick at his displaced sense of self-fulfilment — his 'purpose' for protecting mankind. It wasn't until you'd intentionally withheld information from him that everything spiralled into a big fight.

He didn't like the reminder that the only reason he'd been on earth was to carry on a legacy written for him. Clark had something to prove, and his priority in protecting and serving the people took precedence in place of a relationship worth nurturing.

It was the first time he'd raised his voice at you in an argument, and had also been the very last time he could ever hear your voice.

Clark runs into you at a local pub after weeks of going no-contact.

It hits him all at once when he sees you bouncing at the heel of your feet, smiling, waving all perky and sweet at his general direction. His heart thrums that you were still treating the same, open and available for him. So he subconsciously gravitates towards you.

But your smile wasn't for him. A man behind Clark shoulders past. He's watching in a slow simmering annoyance as the stranger kisses your cheek, acting far too familiar with you.

Clark isn't quite paying attention to Olsen anymore, the little tirade he was going on and on about Eva goes over his head. Because how could he say a single thing when he was here, staring daggers to his 'ex's' date at the other side of the bar?

He doesn't notice how he'd been tapping his feet relentlessly on the sticky floors, sending intense earth-quake like vibrations all around. Everyone seems to catch it, not knowing where the source of it was.

You were already looking towards Clark's direction, the smile on your face turning to a frown. This time, you weren't going to entertain him.

(…I know you can hear me.)

Your breath catches. The rim of your margarita glass halted at your lips. You swallow the liquid down with a hefty swig, opting to bat your lashes for the man before you.

(Is this the kind of man you'd go for now? He doesn't look like the respectful sort.)

He was the one who cut things off. So this desperate show? It was gnawing at the rational parts of your brain.

You smile at your date, with your elbows leaned on the table to whisper something into the man's ears. But from Clark's vantage point, it'd looked far too intimate for his liking.

His jaw tenses imperceptibly, the edges of the now empty glass cracks under the weight of his grip.

(Look at me.)

You're failing terribly, not wanting to give into his hot and cold behaviour. It's your peripherals that ultimately betray you.

(Let's talk. Outside.)

He tries, as a last-ditch effort.

(Please.)

You notice him standing up to excuse himself, Olsen getting up in suit to head out front. Clark casts a quick glance at you, but you don't follow after him. He doesn't return even after fifteen minutes go by.

It was for the best. Or that's what you'd tried to tell yourself.

After another ten minutes, you get up to head to the bathroom.

Truthfully, you wanted to ditch the guy since he walked in. The filth in his mind was overwhelming — a man not even being able to formulate a non-sexual thought despite the conversation being anything but.

You fingers tense around your purse when you think about Clark. His mind was far from those. Always circling around how he could keep people around him safe, comfortable, and even while he fucked you, his thoughts were only ever for you.

Prioritising you.

The dim neon pink lights flicker overhead, and you still in place. Seeing his figure leaned up next to the restrooms with his arms folded. Waiting. Patiently.

Clark's head lifts to look to you, and he offers you a smile. The same, annoyingly dimpled one that neutralised whatever feeling churned in your gut.

"Bit creepy even by your standards." Your voice comes out tense, and you stop short of him while trying to shimmy past him. Clark catches your elbow with a gentle hold.

"Is it a crime to want to talk to you?"

"It is when you want nothing to do with me."

His brows furrow, a palm raised in a accusatory gesture. "I never — I never said that."

"You didn't have to. You can't even give me what I need."

"Oh." He sounds out, slow and sarcastic. "Is that so? And — excuse my language, the douchebag out there can?"

"Yeah, actually." You challenged, stepping closer to him, until his back is flush against the stickered, graffiti laden walls. "I sure as hell don't need your approval to fuck anyone I want."

His expression is unreadable, but his hold on your arm relaxes. "Don't say stuff that."

"Why? Does it hurt your ego? Let's take a guess if it's Clark Kent or Superman who's acting like a little boy whose toy got taken away." Clark isn't amused by the tone you take, lips taut as he shakes his head.

He sounds your name, threatening. "— you know that I don't like it when you talk this way."

You throw your hands up with a groan, "there's no winning with you! You want me, you don't want me, you leave me, you can't stand me moving on —"

Clark doesn't let you finish. His arm hooks around your hips to drag you along with him. Practically lifting you off the ground before the two of you are stumbling out of the back doors together.

"Clark?!"

It happens all too quickly. Your feet are no longer on the floor, you're both now in the skies — with nothing but the sensation of wind fluttering through your clothes. Clark's palm comes up to firmly cover around your ears, guiding your face flush onto his chest to prevent whiplash.

The second your heels meet the wooden floors of his balcony, you're sputtering, "are you nuts?"

Clark is looking at you. His mind is dead silent.

It's unsettling.

Because Clark Kent's mind never was.

His palm cradles your jaw and he kisses you abruptly, arms snug around your hips. You're whining muffled into his lips, nails digging around his biceps in both shock and relief from feeling him after so long. "Mhh—Cl—…mm!"

Clark doesn't let you breathe, and you feel him hold you up against him, the tip of your pink heels barely reaching the ground while he walks the both of you to his couch. You blink to glance behind him, not registering until now at the balcony door being cracked open off its hinges — just from how swiftly he'd ripped it open.

You push Clark's shoulder away, seperating your kiss while panting into his mouth. "You don't get to do this. I'm not doing stuff on your terms anymore."

His eyes are glazed over, akin to sheer need. His breath is heavy against your jaw, but you don't let him kiss you. Simply scooting back into his couch.

Your rejection stung him.

(I missed you.)

You visibly flinch. A tinge of softness in your gaze before you whip away. "And you're still too much of a coward to actually say shit."

Clark kisses at your jaw. (I'm sorry.) And at your neck — (I'm sorry.) peppering kisses down your collarbone, and to your shoulder. (I was an idiot.) Then, he leaves a trail of pecks down your arm, and to your palms. His words ring in your mind loudly, you wanted nothing more than to silence them, but the sincerity has you wavering in your resolve.

"Forgive me."

His whisper ghosts your knuckles. Waiting for just a flicker of approval in your eyes.

But you don't give it to him. Not yet at least.

Clark shifts lower. Lifting your ankle up high enough for him to kiss at the bedazzled straps.

Your breath briefly stutters, watching as he braces his arm on the cushion. Tracing gentle kisses up your shin, and then your inner thighs, leaving warm, wet spots in its wake.

He doesn't get to inch any closer when you interrupt his kisses, lifting his head up with your knees. Clark moves to hover over you. A soft cushion slot beneath your hips.

"Let me make it up to you."

It burns at him. Not being able to kiss you. Especially with how your gloss was smeared at the corner of your lips. He licks over his own, tasting the remnants of cherries.

You look at him. Still apprehensive. So you're tugging at his belt, just enough to unbutton it. And just when he thinks you were going to relent. You pull away, leaving him confused.

"Touch yourself."

He isn't sure he heard you right. So he's waiting for a follow up that doesn't come. You merely nudge your head towards his pants.

Clark swallows, his throat suddenly dry. If this was what it took to get in your good graces, he'd do anything. He falls to his knees, looking up at you where you were rested on the couch. Balls of your feet rested on his shoulder.

He's fumbling at his zipper, tugging his slacks down enough to free his half hard cock from its confines. You wrap your palm around his wrists. Bringing it to your mouth.

Clark watches you, with his brows knit.

You spit in his bigger, heavier palms, letting the translucence dribble onto it. He lets out a soft breath when you release, his hand bringing your offering to the tip of his cock.

His digits circle the wetness of the thick head, and down to his shaft. It quickly hardens to its full length. Clark's gaze is transfixed on you, at the way your chest rises and dips.

"Are you — really not…ha—ahh…" he grits his teeth, pumping slower, "not gonna…let me touch..you..?"

Clark's words borders on whiny, his nose leaving featherlight grazes over your shin.

"Didn't you say you wanted to make it up to me?"

His eyes flutters shut briefly, before they're hazily blinking open. He nods hastily, head lolled to the side to press his lips onto your ankle. You shudder, base of your heels pushing at his forehead, tutting.

"I never said you could touch me."

Clark's pained expression falls to the rustle of your clothes, where you were dragging the skirt up your hips. Flashing him with the sight of the laced thong beneath.

"You're trying…to kill me." He pants, squeezing at the base of his cock to pace himself.

Your eyes are glinting, thumbing around your clit, wetness soaking through the pale blue fabric.

Clark grunts your name out in whispers, picking up the pace, pumping harder. You notice that his head falls, trying to focus on the sensation alone. Trying to cum, but it isn't working.

You tip his jaw up with your heel, leg hooking at the base of his neck, tugging him close. Clark complies, propping himself up on one knee, still pumping himself urgently.

"Uh-uh." You warn, stopping him before his lips get anywhere close to your cunt. He rests his cheek your thighs with a laboured exhale.

Your fingers trace over your clit, and he's looking, intently. Watching the slow dip of your manicured fingers into your pussy, and dragging out with a slickness glossing over your digits.

"G—…geezus.." he mutters. Clark's blue eyes alternates between the sight before him and the unabashed lust on your face. "Gosh— I-I'm—"

He turns to nuzzle his face on your inner thighs, mouthing, biting as his cum bubbles over his knuckles. He's panting heavily, warm breath turning to pressing reverent kisses to your tummy.

You don't tell him if he's forgiven, but the caress of your hands carding through his hair is answer enough.

[maiamore]

Tag List 🖤 : @cinesvega / @cielito--lindo

[mooooved0404]

very much clark kent x coworker!reader after office hours :)))

[sinsilk]

stress relief ── . ✶ l. lane

summary: you give lois some relief from her constant stressing over her articles.

pairing: lois lane x gn!reader ノ wc: 3.0k warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', lois is one locked in but stressed out gal, clark and jimmy make a cameo in the fic, smut, fingering (lois receiving), lowkey sub!lois, praise, calling lois “good girl” and “pretty girl”, aftercare, kinda porn with little plot, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: this came to me right before i fell asleep like two nights ago and i knew i had to write it. also reader is purely gender neutral and there's no references to their gender! that's a first for me lol anyways im so gay for lois and i need her BAD! lois lane masterlist

STRESS WAS LOIS’S MIDDLE NAME.

Well, it was Joanne, but the point still stands. It was like a leech that latched on to her and started to slowly eat away at her. But, with a job like hers—Lois thrives on it in order to be the best at it. There was a reason why she won a Pulitzer, and it wasn’t because her cortisol levels were low. 

If someone asked you about your relationship with Lois, you’d say that she’s married to her work, and having an affair with you (which isn’t true, obviously, but it’s funny in retrospect). 

You checked the watch on your wrist and sighed knowingly. You made a detour from the restaurant you were heading to and made it to the Daily Planet. It was just after 7:00 pm when you made your way into the building, the doorman greeting you with the tip of his hat. 

Your shoes softly tapped on the tile of the office as you made your way out of the elevator and into the semi-quiet bullpen, save for the clacking of keyboards and papers sliding out of printers. 

Both Clark and Jimmy looked up as you approached, sending you a smile and a polite wave. 

“Hey, funny seeing you here.” Jimmy greeted you as he leaned back in his chair, welcoming the distraction that you brought this late at the office. 

“Hey, Jimmy.” You sent him a small smile. “I see someone is burning the midnight oil.” You glance at Clark, who was rolling his chair over to where you were at Jimmy’s desk, before looking at Lois, who was unaware that you were there and still typing away at her keyboard. 

Clark followed your eyeline. “Yeah, Lois wanted to bounce some ideas off of us.” He told you with a smile. 

You raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. “She’s not forcing you to stay here?” You hummed out as you looked at Lois’s hunched figure. 

Clark and Jimmy shared a glance with each other before hesitantly shaking their heads in unison. You chuckled and shook your head.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Jimmy asked before his eyes widened. “Not that we don’t like seeing you though.” Jimmy added quickly. 

You chuckled at Jimmy’s attempt at salvaging his words. “Well, someone and I had a date night, but they never showed up at the place we decided to meet up at.”

Clark and Jimmy winced slightly, looking at Lois. The three of you knew how Lois could get when she was working on something important or close to a deadline. 

“But don’t worry. You’ll be free from your shackles soon.” You quipped as you walked around Clark and headed to Lois’s desk. 

The world seemed to fade as you entered Lois’s orbit, and you smiled when you saw Lois chewing on the tip of a pen. You leaned against the wall that provided some amount of privacy next to Lois’s desk. 

You saw Lois do a double-take, having seen you out of the corner of her eyes, and she finally ripped her gaze from the computer screen she had been staring at for hours on end.

“Hey! What are you doing here? I was planning on heading home soon.” Lois said as she took the pen out of her mouth and leaned back in her chair. She almost sighed in relief as she cracked her neck with a loud pop. 

You couldn’t help the warmth spreading through as her full attention was on you. Instead, you sighed and you pointed at the sticky note that was haphazardly stuck onto the edge of her screen. Lois followed your finger and read the sticky note, ‘DATE NIGHT AT 7PM. LEAVE EARLY!’ 

Lois winced. “Shit, sorry I just got caught up in writing and the time got away from me.” 

“It’s fine. I ordered takeout from our favorite spot and it should be at our apartment by the time we get there if we leave now.” You waved off her apology. 

Lois raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes, Lois.” You said with a small laugh. “I know you’re going to be thinking about finishing the article while we’re out.”  You said knowingly. 

“No, I wouldn’t.” Lois’s brows furrowed as her expression twisted into one of offence. “I’d have my undivided attention on you.” 

You sent her a look that said, ‘Stop lying, you know I’m right.’ 

She rolled her eyes in response and huffed. You smiled at her as she went back to her computer and saved her Word document before shutting down her desktop and packing up her things. Your eyes were stuck on her, but you could hear Clark and Jimmy start to pack up behind you. The four of you headed out of the Daily Planet together and went your separate ways once you made it to the street. 

Once you got to Lois’s apartment, the food hadn’t arrived yet, so Lois went and showered and changed into comfortable clothing. While she was washing the day away, the food had come, and you paid the delivery driver. You set the food out on her coffee table. The two of you ate together without any distractions, telling each other about your day in between bites. 

After dinner, the pair of you threw away the empty boxes of food and stored the leftovers in her fridge. When the fridge door shut, Lois threw her arms around your shoulders and sank into your embrace once you wrapped your arms around her waist. 

“Staying over tonight?” Lois asked as she drew circles on the bare skin at the back of your neck, making you shiver slightly at the sensation. 

“Yeah, if you want me to.” You leaned closer to her, your gaze stuck on her lips. 

Lois smirked, noticing where your gaze was. “I do.” She said before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours, pulling you into a soft kiss. 

You sighed into it, pulling Lois further into your body, leaving virtually no room in between the two of you. Lois’s lips felt like coming home, and an indescribable warmth flooded your body as your lips moved in sync against hers. Lois could feel the stress slowly melt away from her body as you kissed in the middle of her kitchen. It was like your lips were the soothing balm to the endless tension coiled in her body. 

You kissed for a minute or two more before you pulled away, but Lois chased your lips, pecking them twice more before she leaned back in your arms. 

You let out an amused laugh. “I’ve got to shower.” You slowly unraveled your arms around her, making her huff a little. 

“Fine.” Lois unwrapped her arms from around your neck.  

You shook your head at her, and before she could move too far from you, you pecked her lips, your lips lingering for a moment. Then you moved out of the kitchen, grabbed your overnight bag from the floor near the couch, and went to her ensuite bathroom in her bedroom, and planned to shower. 

Lois had a slight smile on her face as she maneuvered through her apartment, grabbed her work bag, and brought it into the bedroom. She was glad that you were in her life. You brought a sense of lightness to her life that she hadn’t experienced in a long time, and it was welcomed. 

Ever since the two of you ran into each other in Jitters, her life hasn’t been the same. Even in all of her cynicism about the world from the injustices she sees on a daily basis, you managed to instill a sense of optimism in her worldview despite it all. It pushes her harder to find the truth and make it known to the world, to try to find justice and bring hope into an increasingly hopeless one. 

Lois settled on her bed, sitting with her legs criss-crossed, grabbed her laptop from her bag, and opened her latest article on Word and started to work on it—letting your faint humming coming from the bathroom fill her ears and help her focus on her work. 

You weren’t the slightest bit surprised when you saw Lois working in her bed. You leaned on the doorway of the bathroom, just observing your girlfriend in her element. Lois was dressed in an old Metropolis University sweater, one of the hood’s strings being bitten on absentmindedly as she typed away on her laptop, and wore some boxers that hung low on her hips—you got an eyeful of her bare hip peeking through her sweats and boxers. 

Lois’s hair was thrown up in a messy bun on the top of her head, and a few wayward strands fell into her face, which she tucked behind her ears when she could. The room was cast in a warm glow from her bedside lamp, which you were sure she found off the street, but she insisted that she thrifted since it didn’t match the rest of the decor in her apartment. 

A sudden rush of desire flooded your body as you looked at Lois in her rawest form. She wasn’t Lois Lane of the Daily Planet, the quick-witted and hard-working journalist—she was just Lois, working herself to the bone in pursuit of the truth. 

You could see the tension in her shoulders from where you were standing, and an idea popped into your mind. You had a surefire way that tension would melt away. You walked over to Lois’s bed and slid in from behind her, sitting in the small space between her and her headboard. 

Lois felt the bed dip behind her, knowing it was just you and paid no mind as she read over the article, adding tidbits of information here and there throughout the many paragraphs she had written. 

“You know–” You pressed a kiss to her exposed neck, “You can take the night off. The article isn’t going anywhere.” You told her as you started to rub at her neck and shoulders, massaging the tense muscles.  

“This article won’t write itself.” Lois murmured as she leaned back against your hands. “I’ll stop writing it when Clark admits he’s Superman.” 

You rolled your eyes. You knew Lois had this absurd idea/theory that Clark was Metropolis’s resident Kryptonian, but you just couldn’t see it. “When’s your deadline?”

“Friday.” 

It was Tuesday.  

“Babe.” You said, exasperated. “You’re almost done, you can finish it tomorrow at work.” 

“I know, but I swear I’m almost done.” Lois started to type again, her eyes zeroed in on the screen in front of her. 

Okay, well, it was time to execute your plan. You said nothing in response, and instead, you let out a long breath. You continued to massage Lois’s shoulders before you stopped, resting your chin on her shoulder and pressing yourself closer to her. Your chest was plastered to her back as you slung your arms around her hips. The action was innocent enough— Lois had thought nothing of it and secretly liked it when you were clingy like this. 

You started to press soft kisses to her pulse point, barely able to feel the beat of her heart. You nosed at the spot for a moment before your lips latched onto it, nipping and sucking gently at it. 

Lois let out a small gasp. “What are you doing?” She asked breathlessly. 

“Nothing.” Your tone was between innocent and playful as you kissed her neck. 

Lois said your name with a warning laced in her tone. “M’trying to work right now.” 

“I know. So am I.” You said before moving up to her jaw, pressing biting kisses to it as your hands slowly moved, your dominant hand moving into the waistband of the boxers she was wearing as your other one underneath her sweater—your hand meeting the bare skin of her stomach. 

Lois let out a frustrated breath, trying to act like those soft caresses and kisses weren’t working her up and distracting her. She went back to focus on the screen in front of her with a clenched jaw. 

You smiled against her skin and decided to go in for the kill. Your hands moved simultaneously. You grabbed at her bare chest, filling your hand with her breast as your other hand slid underneath her boxers and found her bare, but wet cunt.

You chuckled darkly under your breath. “No bra and underwear?” 

Lois swallowed thickly. “Don’t need them when I’m going to sleep.” She explained in a strained voice. 

You hummed in response. Your fingers slid through Lois’s slit, covering them in her slick, and gently rubbing at her clit as you squeezed at her breast. You kissed her neck and jaw as your hands worked in tandem with each other. One was squeezing and pinching at her nipple, the sensitive skin hardening in between your fingers, while the other rubbed at her clit before dipping down and inserting a finger into her warm and leaking pussy. 

“You’re so stressed all the time honey. Just let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed into her ear as your finger started to move slowly in her. 

Lois’s vision blurred. She couldn’t focus on the laptop in front of her as you started to play with her body like an instrument that you were an expert at. Lois let out a small gasp when she felt a second finger join the first one. Pride filled your chest as Lois sank back into your embrace, her head falling back on your shoulder as you sat up taller on the bed.  

You pressed a kiss to her temple. “Such a good girl f’me. You’re doing so good, my pretty girl.” You praised as your fingers moved in and out of Lois’s pussy, a muffled squelching sound joined the breathless pants and small whines leaving your girlfriend’s mouth. 

Lois surrendered herself to the pleasure that was filling her body, her hips canting upwards and chasing your fingers. You could feel Lois clench around your fingers. She let out a loud moan as you adjusted your hand and started to rub at the spot that flooded her veins with warmth as the coil in her lower abdomen grew tighter. 

“You close baby? Can barely move my fingers with you clenching so hard around them.” You muttered, desire thick in your voice as you played with her breast underneath her sweatshirt. 

“Y-yes, m’so close.” Lois moaned out weakly, trying to focus on the orgasm threatening to wrack through her body. She could feel the sweat that coated her body as you continued to finger her relentlessly. 

Your wrist was aching, but you didn’t care—you wanted, no, you needed Lois to come. You kept up the pace, making sure to rub her g-spot with a come-hither motion with the tips of your finger, making her whine and writhe against you. 

“Fuck! Gonna cu-” Lois cut herself off with a choked moan as her body seized up with pleasure. She practically gushed around your fingers, slick coating them as you continued your ministrations on her fucked out cunt, just slowing your pace down as she came. You stopped when her breathing started to even out, your fingers stilling in her as you pressed kisses to her temples. 

Lois turned her head to capture your lips between hers. Your hand left her breast and from under her sweater to cup her cheek as she sloppily kissed you, clearly drunk on the endorphins that flooded her body. She whined against your lips as you pulled your fingers from her cunt and out of her boxers. 

You pulled away from the kiss to clean your fingers of her arousal, sticking them into your mouth and sucking away her come that coated them. She looked at you with widened eyes, lust dancing in her blown-out pupils. 

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss against her lips before you moaned, Lois turning the kiss filthy as she stuck her tongue in your mouth, tasting herself on your tongue. You cupped her face with both hands, reciprocating the kiss with as much heat as she was kissing you with before you pulled away. 

You looked at her blissful face and smiled when you saw the lack of tension in her shoulders, and the wrinkle on her forehead was smoothed out. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips once more before pulling away. 

“Feel better?” You murmured as you kissed her heated cheeks. 

“Mhm.” Lois hummed happily. 

It was abundantly clear that she wasn’t as stressed as before, and you smiled at her. 

“Good, let’s go to bed.” You reached over her and closed her laptop before moving it to her nightstand. 

“What about you?” Lois asked. 

You shook your head. “It was about you destressing, not me.” 

Lois pressed her lips together. “You sure?” 

“I’ll survive.” You teased as you got off the bed, heading into the bathroom to wet a washcloth with warm water.  

“Just you wait, I’ll give you an orgasm that makes you see stars!” Lois called out from the bed, making you laugh and echo throughout the apartment, making her smile. 

“I have no doubt.” You said as you came back into the bedroom and gestured for Lois to take off her boxers. 

She shimmied out of them, kicking them towards you playfully. You swatted them away, a mock scowl on your face before it morphed into a tender smile as you cleaned up Lois. 

Lois’s heart warmed as you cleaned her up and pressed gentle kisses to her thighs after you were done. You threw the washcloth into the hamper in the corner of her bedroom, turning off her lamp before getting into bed next to Lois—letting the faint glow of the moon illuminate the room slightly. 

The two of you gravitated towards each other and wrapped yourselves in a tangled embrace. Legs were intertwined, arms wrapped around waists and over each other while facing one another. You somehow fell asleep before Lois, so you didn’t see her devilish smile on her face. The decrease in stress in her body made her a bit more conniving than usual. 

And Lois would make good on her promise the next morning.