good fortune | clark kent
cw. a/b/o AU, dom! clark, unprotected sex, downbad! clark, elevator sex, breeding, size difference, manhandling, breast play, scent kink, brief (almost nonexistent) cnc. MDNI.
synopsis. clark finds exactly what he was looking for when he goes to a public gym for the first time.
jimmy'd been bugging clark to start coming to the gym with him for about three weeks now. clark knew because he'd been counting.
"why are you gatekeeping your routines from me, man?" he'd been complaining in his ear since the daily planet staff social three fridays ago. "you've already got the cute puppy dog look that girls go nuts over. there's literally zero reason for you to not show me your plans so i can get as fit as you."
clark had sighed and told him not to base his self-worth on his physique alone, but jimmy had shooed him off and told him, quote, "not to get all patronizing and to just be his gym buddy already." clark had caved today, finally, since he was sure a guy like jimmy would quit the gym in a few days anyway.
much to his surprise though, friday, saturday, and sunday evening joint workouts had started to become a routine for them. though clark had never worked in a public gym before and had got all his - as jimmy would call them - "gains" from the justice league tower gym, (which he obviously couldn't disclose to jimmy and had to buy a public gym membership on the spot when he'd visited with his friend) he couldn't say he was fond of it even thought it was an entirely new experience. he constantly felt eyes on him. judging him, inspecting him... getting too much attention from curious betas or shy omegas.
not to mention the cloying mix of so many scents at once. it made his brain hurt.
he didn't have to worry about that in the justice league, because nearly all the members were Alphas, with a few exceptions of a beta here and there. very manageable. here, in a public scene, it was too much.
too many eyes, scents, which were heavier everyone's hot and sweaty, and worse, communal areas. the gym had a unisex changeroom for some odd reason, with built in showers and even a sauna. he would walk in and some omega would be trotting around in just a bikini.
he made a point to come changed to the gym so he wouldn't have to use it. changing out of his sweaty clothes would be done in the backseat of his car after he finished his workout.
regardless of the cons that came with using a public gym, the weight room had everything clark needed. mostly only alphas lingered in that zone anyway, so it was a relief on his part.
he'd been lifting with jimmy until nearly every muscle in his body felt sore and hot from exertions, and he felt he was ready to turn in for the night. giving jimmy a goodbye and a quick handshake, he grabs his bag and starts heading out of the room and to the exit, before his gaze catches on two women. one is watching and giving encouragements, and the other, you, are using the smith machine for your squats.
he's close enough to smell you. there's a sweet, pleasant scent radiating from you. not the sickeningly sweet kind he inhales from some omegas, a very peaceful and soothing one. it nearly makes his eyes droop and his mouth water. he confirms that you are indeed an omega by the soft mating gland on your bare neck - your hair being up in a ponytail helping him get a full glimpse of it. it's sealed. there's no trace of an alpha mixing with your scent either. just an unclaimed, very pretty omega.
the world feels muted around him for a moment, even the rhythmic clink of weights and the faint hiss of the machines going dull in his senses as he fixates on you. you switch out with your friend, rubbing sweat off your forehead as you tip your head back to get a drink of water, giving him an even better view of your side profile and your neck.
clark forces himself to crouch down and pretend to tie his shoe, which was already double knotted, so he has to fumble around for a bit. you distracting him, looking so beautiful, doesn't help either. he's fixated on the way you move around, stretching, and the way your plush lips move as you speak.
he doesn't mean to stare. he knows it's dreadfully impolite and probably very creepy, but his mind has locked onto you with instinctive fascination. he's drawn to you in a way that gives him tunnel vision, which is saying much as you're a complete stranger. but still, everything but you has faded into the background.
as he zones out on your face, your eyes lift and meet his across the room. he freezes up immediately, feeling the telltale signs of a blush spreading across his cheeks. the heat rising up his neck, the way his ears are throbbing and warm, the sweat pooling on his brow... fuck. he must look insane to you right now.
instead, your gaze is simply curious. you tilt your head at him inquisitively, eyes all bright and perhaps interested. he quickly glances back at his bag, pretending to fumble with it, hoping to buy himself a few seconds to think. he drops it accidentally onto the ground like a fool.
his struggles seemed to amuse you, by the way you turn to your friend and laugh softly. the sound is liquid warmth that echoes in his chest. he knows you're talking about him. for sure, you are. you look back at him and smile shyly, then giggle again and turn away, urging your friend to go back to her set and to stop looking at him.
“clark! what are you still doing here? i thought you were heading home!” jimmy calls as he emerges from the changeroom, towel slung over his shoulder. his eyes squint at clark suspiciously.
clark jolts upright upon hearing his name, freezing up like a deer caught in headlights. he gets to his feet quickly, heart pounding. “i-i was… i was just, uh…” he flails internally, searching for some excuse that won’t expose the fact that he’s been staring at a random omega across the gym. “i j-just got something stuck on my shoe a-and it was bugging me.” he waves awkwardly toward jimmy, clutching his bag a little too tightly, and adds, “well uh, see you tomorrow.”
jimmy watches clark practically bolt to the exit, eyes wide in surprise. "alright... don't be a stranger" he says to the spot clark was in a few moments ago.
once clark is outside, the cool air does little to calm his speeding heart rate. all from one look at you and few inhales of your scent. as he gets in the car and throws his bag in the passenger seat. he's had crushes before, been with a good amount of people for a man his age, but he's never acted up like this on a first impression. his pulse keeps skyrocketing when he thinks of you. he already feels the tug of wanting to see you again.
the next time clark sees you is in the warm up area while you stretch to get ready for today's workout. he stops by curiously, unable to help himself. he'd been thinking about you all night, in all honesty. your face, what your name might be, why you're not claimed, what you do for work. he wants to know everything about you.
his eyes follow your movements as you lean over and touch your shoes while chatting with your gym buddy, the same girl from yesterday. a completely unwarranted burst of jealousy fills him. how could someone like her spot you and train you? he could push you further and motivate you to keep up with his pace while he guided you in the gym. he could spot you while you pushed yourself to the limits with the heaviest weights you could manage, not this woman, who looked a lot more wiry and weak than you. you looked to be the one training her, which clark found inefficient...
he scowls to himself and tries to push the thoughts away quickly. he's being ridiculously territorial over a stranger, but he can't help himself. when alphas find the omega of their dreams, which he's pretty sure has happened to him, wanting to seclude them from everyone else is not an easy instinct to control. he forces a breath through his nose and urges himself to mind his own business, but jimmy seems to be interested in the room clark's been lingering by.
"y'know what, stretching's a good idea, buddy." he puts his hand on clark's shoulder. "i didn't believe in it till i nearly tore something in my leg yesterday. not fun. you head in while i change. i really should start doing it before i get here like you do..."
clark tries not to freak out at the idea of being in such close proximity to you in a not-so-big space. conveniently, too, your friend mumbles something to you and goes out of the room as well to grab something, leaving you and clark alone.
he pauses, unable to believe the way things have played out for him, but pushes himself forward, walking past you to grab a mat. he finds himself trying not to salivate, chewing on his lower lip in hopes to contain himself. as he sits down a few feet to your right, your scent worms its way into his brain once again, making his eyes heavy and lidded. Omega pheromones. Omega sweat. Omega pussy.
He feels his brain reverting to it's simplest capacity, fixating on you beneath him, mewling, calling him alpha as he pushes his fat cock slowly in and out of your dripping pussy, and begging for his knot.
you draw him out of his filthy thoughts by turning to speak to him. “hey,” you call across the mats, “weren’t you here yesterday too?”
clark straightens instinctively, cheeks heating again. he can’t help it. “um... y-yeah. i, uh, come here sometimes after work.” he hopes his voice doesn’t sound as unsteady to you as it does to him.
you nod and bring your legs into a butterfly hold while you speak to him. “cool. guess we’re on the same schedule then.” you smile once and bend forward again, oblivious to how he’s gone a little dizzy from your scent drifting closer.
he blinks a little, not wanting to end the conversation on a yeah, cool. and certainly exaggerating a story a bit to spend more time with you couldn't be bad, could it? omegas were instinctively driven to aid and obey an alpha. so if he asked for your help, you'd just be doing your due duties. omegas often got off on things like this anyway, so if anything, he'd be doing you a favor.
he sighs, trying to act as sheepish and dumb as possible. "i-i'm a little lost, actually. i don't usually work out here and i haven't gotten to know all the rooms and equipment yet. i'm more of a home gym guy." he pauses, scrambling to think of a continuation. "i m-mean, i was going to look for the pool today, but i think i took a wrong turn and ended up here."
your gaze turned understanding, and you nodded along with everything he told you with rapt attention. "yeah, i get it. didn't help that your friend abandoned you, right?" you stand up and start to put away your mat. "my gym partner had to go grab something from her car, and it's like a labyrinth trying to find an exit anyway, so i have some time to kill. i can show you where the pool is."
"thank you so much," he said, truly grateful. though he hadn't planned on swimming today, he was actually thankful for your help and allowing him to be around you for a really long time, with how you described how far the trek is. you start walking out of the stretching room, beckoning for him to follow you, which he did. but as your back turns, he leans closer and takes a long inhale of your scent, trying to burrow it inside his system. its so sweet. and even better when he smells it straight from the source, that mating gland of yours.
which, he just noticed, has started leaking oil. your body's way of telling you an alpha is near and interested. he bites back a groan. he walks closely to you so your arms can "accidentally" brush against each other. "thank you for taking me," he said appreciatively, looking down at you intently as you lead him to an elevator. from what it looked like, the pools were on the lowest floor of the gym. "i'm clark."
"no problem," you smile up at him, eyes shining. you give him your name in return, and he whispers it back to you softly. he's sure to be as close to you as possible in the confined space, but the proximity is far too much for clark right now, especially since he'd been thinking about doing filthy things to you every second since he met you. on the way home, while eating dinner, while laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock...
the elevator descends a little, now in motion, but his heart rate has only increased since. his huge frame is taking up so much space, and you're backed into a corner. you're so small compared to him. he could do anything to you...
he lifts his arm, wanting to touch you. he plans to make some excuse to cup your face by pretending there's an imaginary speck of dust or an eyelash on your cheeks, when his elbow hits the emergency stop button on the side by accident.
the elevator lurches to a stop so hard that you stumble forward, bracing a hand on the clark's broad chest. his reflexes are instant; his arm snakes around your waist to steady you. his palms are huge and warm as they hold you through your thin workout clothes, holding you there like he’s been dying for the excuse.
“oh, shoot.” he murmurs, “i didn’t mean to um, hit that.” his hand doesn’t leave your waist, thumb drifting against your bare waist. your eyes flick up to his tentatively, meeting his hungry gaze. the alpha's pupils have blown wide; even his breathing is heavier now, chest rising against the snug compression shirt he’s wearing.
his scent shifts. you take a deep inhale of warmth, cedar, and his hormones. it's masculine and would be overpowering if it was from some creepy, domineering alpha, but your senses settle because it's him. you don't know why you trust a stranger so much, but the way he speaks to you, so soft and compassionate, makes your defenses lower and your instincts give a purr of satisfaction.
your mating gland gives another betraying throb, a fresh drop of oil slicking the skin there. clark’s gaze flicks down to it and then back up, fighting the urge to lick away the sweet syrup. his hands clench on your waist. you swallow thickly.
"i-it's okay," you say softly. "i saw. it was an accident..."
you're definitely not on suppressants. it's clear to him. he can feel all of you, feel the way your body reacts to him and how your eyes keep flicking down to his mouth. and the way you're pressing up against him. he wants to feel more of your soft, supple skin under his thick fingers.
he wants to feel your tight pussy stretch around his thick knot.
you had to know what you were doing to him right now, didn't you? you've walked around the gym two days now in such tiny, spandex crop tops, your sports bra doing little to cover your budding nipples, and the trickles of sweat running down your exposed skin, creating a soft sheen...
at least clark had been smart enough to not wear shorts again to the gym, opting instead for dark sweatpants that would hide the way his knot has started to swell up and press against his hardening cock. he hasn't stopped crowding you in the corner of the elevator, pressing up against you hard enough that if you really paid attention, you'd notice his swollen cock pressing between your thighs. all he had to do was pull away your little shorts and slide into you. he can smell how wet you're getting already. any longer and you'll start dripping down your bare thighs.
“c-clark? should we contact admin for mngh- help?” you take a deep breath in, wanting to de-fog your head. you can't possibly be this turned on by getting pinned by a stranger, even if he is handsome. this is entirely inappropriate, and both your friends are probably back and wondering where the two of you are right now. you're extremely embarrassed at the way your body keeps releasing your pheromones at him, wanting him to mate with you right now. but he's relishing in the way he can nearly taste the scent of your leaking pussy in the air around both of you. he doesn't miss the little moan you let out when you speak either. he knows you're feeling it just as much as he is.
he drops both hands to your hips at your suggestion, pulling you as close to him as possible and leaning down so that your noses were nearly brushing. your eyes widen and your pupils dilate a little more. his have turned nearly black by now. you really start to realize the situation you're in - how you're caged into a corner, trapped in a confined space with an alpha about to experience a rut, how all your senses are responding him and basically screaming "come fuck me."
"we should st-mmf." is all you get out before he slots his warm mouth over yours, going in instantly with tongue. his slides over yours with urgency, lapping and rolling over yours rhythmically. he moves his hands to cup your face so he can kiss you harder, tilting his head and molding his lips against yours, sucking on the soft flesh hard while his tongue laps at yours. "gosh... i-wanted" wet slurp, "t'do this since i first saw you." he mumbles against your mouth, moaning at your taste and the softness of your lips. he just knew you'd be perfect. that kissing you would be perfect.
you're so responsive too, fisting at his shirt to tug him closer, then moving your hands into his curls and tugging lightly, before dropping them back to his biceps. it's so cute, how you don't know what to do with yourself. you squeak when his hands descend to your breasts, squeezing the soft mounds while his thumbs roll over your nipples. he swallows your noises of pleasure before descending his mouth to your neck, pressing hot, wet kisses down to your throat before licking up all the leakage from your gland. he places his mouth on your gland, sucking straight from the source.
you cry out as he closes down on your most sensitive spot, not giving you a chance to breathe as he puts his thick thigh between your legs, bumping your soaked pussy against his muscled leg and grinding it firm against your core. you're in such ecstasy that all thoughts of shutting this down or getting out of the elevator have slipped your mind, and your head spins at all the stimulation he's inflicting on you. his mouth on your neck, his hands groping your breasts, and his leg between yours.
if you're enjoying this so much, he can't imagine the noises you'll make when he finally pushes inside you and fucks you raw. you pant as he rolls your firm nipples between his fingertips and pinches, the motion making you rock forward on his thigh and leak even more slick onto his dark sweats.
"y'wanna get out of these?" he coos, moving one hand off your tits to tug at your shorts. you nod eagerly, and his hand immediately works to push them down to your ankles, your panties - almost translucent from how soaked you are - coming next. he groans at the sight of your pussy and the scent exuding from it, his mind racing at the thought of splitting your tiny hole open for him. he can't wait any longer.
he pulls away for a second to shove his own pants down, seeing how you whine and follow him, displeased at the sudden loss of touch. "easy, sweetheart." he says soothingly, pulling down his boxers for you after his pants. his fat cock snaps up and hits his stomach, leaking so much pre that the head is completely coated in his mess. it's so thick that it would take two of your hands to wrap around, and the veins lead down to his even thicker knot and balls at the base. he gives himself a few rough pumps, then lifts your leg, aligning your hole with his wet tip, tapping it a few times against your gooey folds.
"a-alpha please," you find yourself begging for him, salivating at the thought of such a big cock inside you. "i-i can't wait any longer!" his instincts purr at the title, and his restraint frays entirely. he starts pushing his head inside, groaning at the instant tightness. he can barely get the head in with how tight you are, despite the wetness trickling out of you in waves now. how is he going to get his knot inside you? "ill make it fit," he promises, groaning lowly at the sensation of his cock pushing deeper inside you.
he rocks his hips a bit to nuzzle his cock deeper, lifting your leg up and hooking it under his arm to get you to open up for him wider. "see? y'taking all of me so good... oh gosh." he thrusts up into you, pushing the tip all the way inside. he goes deeper, and your pussy sucking him deeper inside helps him get deeper, and deeper... he draws back and slams in in a hard thrust, burrowing all of his cock - safe for the knot, deep inside you.
your lead lolls back, a loud moan bubbling out of you. he's all the way inside, cockhead pressing right up on your womb. "fuuuuck, alpha!" you mewl as he starts to thrust into you hard and fast. he fucks up into you, using his hand on your breast and the other balancing your leg to keep you upright. his cock presses deep inside, dragging against your walls with each rough thrust. the thick veins lining his cock rub against them too. it feels so good that you go limp for a second, and he kisses your forehead to soothe you, then completely takes over, lifting your other leg and picking you up against the wall, bouncing you on his cock all by himself. he slowly lifts you off his cock and pulls you up until he's out of you almost completely, safe for his tip lodged inside your hole, then slams you back down and fucks you on his cock like you're a ragdoll.
both of you are moaning so loud now that the people outside must hear it, but your shame is all gone, fingernails scratching at his nape as his knot hits your clit with each bounce, forcing you upwards on his cock and then back down roughly. "gonna fill you up real nice, omega." he says, nudging his face into your neck and lightly sinking his teeth into your flesh, feeling your gland start to break apart as more of your delicious nectar flows into his mouth. he moans, eyes hooded as he soothes the mark with his tongue. his knot starts to swell at the base. you stiffen up and throw your head back, your orgasm taking over you while your fingers twist at the back of his shirt, your juices splattering and coating his cock in creamy slick.
clark fucks you through it, his knot wedging into your hole and then sliding inside with a pop, lubricated by your orgasm. "omega- fuck" he swears, so into it that he goes out of character. "fuck, 'm gonna pump you full, okay? get y'full of my babies." when you nod and shove your fingers in his hair, dragging your mouth against his, he cums hard, shooting thick ropes of cum into your puffy cunt while his knot stays lodged inside you. he fills you up with warm, thick cum, painting your insides and keeping you filled with his knot stuck firm inside of you. he keeps his mouth locked on yours as the receiver next to the stop button on the door flickers, having been on for a while now.
"um... is everything okay in there?"
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