i hope reader told lois and cat that clark made her squirt
Well, yes.
"What did you and Smallville do after you left on Friday?" Lois asked as she mixed the coffee you'd made her, whipped cream and sugar just like she liked it. She'd decided to give you a visit this fine Sunday morning as she walked past your block, heading up and bothering you.
"Uh... just like hanged out." You said as you sipped your own coffee and looked at the floor, avoiding showing the red tinge on your cheeks from the mere memory of Friday night. And Saturday morning. And Saturday midday. And afternoon. You had decided to go home or else you were sure you'd dehydrate. Lois huffed, taking one of the waffles you'd popped into the toaster and showering it in syrup.
"Okay, sure. You looked like you wanted to eat him all night. He's desperate to make you cum. Surely you spent the night watching Monopoly." You rolled your eyes at her attack but couldn't bite back the smile that was growing between your cheeks. Goosebumps spread up to your neck, and you tried not to react but ended up shivering, nonetheless.
"Just- be nice to him, okay? He loves you and he's really beat up about it."
"I know, Lois. I love him. He's... great." You shrugged
"Great enough to, you know, get the job done?" She teased, wiggling her eyebrows. You sighed with a smile, licking your lips and putting your mug down.
"Mhm." A big smirk took over her face, putting down her mug too.
"Really? Did he?"
"Four times that night." You whispered, smirking back at her. God, you really were an over-sharer.
"Four? Babe! This is huge! I knew it wasn't you. Wait, let's get Cat on the phone." Lois quickly unlocked her phone and started face-timing Cat, who would also be delighted to share the news.
"So, Kent has that dog in him, huh?"
"You know, don't you?" You teased, trying not to sound bitter because you weren't. Lois laughed, gagging.
"Ew- that was a lapse in judgement. Doesn't make us... booty buddies."
"Never fucking say that again." Cat had already answered the call and got the displease to hear Lois' comment. You laughed, looking down at the phone to see Cat clearly leaving her Pilates appointment with her matching pink set.
"Noted. So, four. Good. You're a new woman now." You huffed, ready to spill the details of everything you learned Clark could do and you could take.
"And like... wet. Real wet."
"Did you squirt? Oh, honey. I'm so happy for you, you deserve it all." Cat squealed from the phone, clapping with her index and thumb nails. Lois squeezed you hand like the supportive friend she was, to both of you, really. The better you fucked, the longer you'd be together. Which meant the longer you'd stay with that relaxed grin, baking cookies and being nice and sweet when she needed you to chase a lead of someone who was already tired of her.
Where Clark Kent might be maybe a little jealous of that rumor of yours about you dating a movie star
Where Superman visits your balcony as a really pretty surprise, because he's definitely not jealous!
Part one here! Model!Reader series here
You could imagine Clark Kent in so many scenarios. Stopping robbers about to rob a bank like Superman, writing an article about the latest and most dangerous threat at his job at the Daily Planet, or even just going about everyday activities like any other adult: going for a morning run, trying to train his cousin's dog, reading a fashion magazine—of course, not just because you're in it.
But you definitely wouldn't dream of seeing him arguing with Cat about celebrity gossip. Of course, there was a big exception if the gossip was about you. About you dating a movie star.
"It's so fake and silly! you can't publish an article about false information! No—it's not ethical!" Clark followed Cat while he hurriedly adjusted his glasses, trying to convince the girl writing the gossip column that your rumor was a lie. A joke in very bad taste if you asked him.
"What's fake?" Jimmy appeared next to Clark as Cat took a seat at her desk, ignoring the conversation between the two men. "Oh, the model and the movie star?" Clark nodded, his expression that of an indignant man asking for support from his best friend. "It's just gossip, right? They've been on everyone's mouth lately."
"Personally, I think they look great together! She's a very pretty girl, and he's very handsome. Apparently attractive people attract each other." Cat rolled her eyes at Clark's expression, deciding to ignore him. She sighed, thinking about the movie star you were rumored to be dating: tall, handsome, charismatic, and with a smile that made any girl's knees weak.
Clark Kent was in denial.
He was in his apartment, his eyes glued to his laptop, his brow furrowed, his nose wrinkled, growing more serious with each post he scrolled about people fangirling over your supposed relationship with that actor.
"He's not even that handsome," Clark grumbled to himself as he looked at a photo of you and the man at a movie premiere. Obviously, the man didn't know you well; it was clear just by the way he held your waist: roughly. Clark's blood boiled when he saw how he didn't treat you the way you deserved; he definitely wouldn't treat you like that. He knew you didn't like rough gestures; he would have gently held your waist, after asking your permission, like a true gentleman.
It was that and many more other publications. Clark was sure they were all gossip and rumors. Because Clark knew you: and he knew you'd never date a person like that actor.
Still, he couldn't help but feel jealous of seeing you smile at him.
His hand had unconsciously formed into a fist as he watched a clip of the actor making a flirtatious joke with you and you giggling back. What if maybe you were dating him? What if that special connection he felt with you was just his silly imagination?
Clark had already made several appearances in your life, of course under the Superman cape. Okay, not to be possessive or territorial, but you had admitted in an interview that you had a crush on Superman, and that you thought he was handsome, and kind, and sweet. (It's not like he has your words burned into his memory like you could carve them into stone.)
Superman 01—Movie Star 00.
Still, seeing you dedicate your time and attention to another man did something to him. He didn't want your voice to soften for any other man, nor for you to smile at him the way you smiled at him when he saved you from someone else. He wanted your attention for himself, he wanted your praise all for himself.
Clark felt childish.
And despite that, he quickly took off his glasses, transformed from Clark Kent to Superman, and flew out the apartment window almost in a hurry. He knew the address of your apartment: you had given it to him the day of the jewelry opening robbery, when he had graciously offered to drive you there. You lived in a nice area; no surprise that it was uptown. Your apartment had a balcony, which made everything much more convenient for Clark.
The balcony screamed yours. It had a beautiful view of Metropolis, and right there you had your flowers and plants so they could enjoy the sun. Clark took three deep breaths when he reached the balcony of your apartment. You can do this, Clark. She likes you. She likes you more than that dumb actor.
Clark was about to fly over the balcony to touch the sliding glass door that led to the interior of your apartment: if it weren't for the curtains, anyone could see inside your home before you stepped out, wrapped in a half-open silk robe that gave a great view of your legs. The super man blushed immediately.
"Superman!" You said almost with the excitement of a little girl, covering your mouth with your hand once you realized you might have spoken too loudly. "What are you doing here?" You hurried to comb your hair, slightly embarrassed.
Your smile made Clark want to stay prostrate on your balcony forever. And by forever, he meant this life and all the others a man in love could have. And the way you were fixing your slightly disheveled hair, as if you wanted to look good for him!
"I—I wanted..." Clark searches for an excuse: but really, what could he possibly think of, when you were looking at him with those eyes that lately were driving him crazier than usual? He wanted those eyes to always see him and only him. "I wanted... To make sure you weren't—you weren't in danger. You know, since you work for all those brands—maybe someone wants to hurt you."
"Of course, I wouldn't let that happen," Clark said after clearing his throat and returning to his confident demeanor.
"I wouldn't let anyone ever hurt you."
After a few more minutes of shy words between the two of you, you invited him in, taking his arm, Clark letting you direct and command him with more pleasure than he could admit. "Shall I get you something to drink?" Clark asked you for a glass of water before taking a seat on your couch, his eyes darting around your apartment. It was so much you that it didn't surprise him; in fact, a part of him loved it.
A couple of magazines and a very pretty vase full of flowers on the coffee table in front of your couch caught Superman's eye: the one on top of them all was a celebrity gossip magazine with you and him (super movie ass star) on the cover. Clark grimaced in disgust, like a little kid who hates veggies.
"What's wrong?" You took a seat next to him, placing the glass of water on the coffee table next to the magazines.
"It's nothing," Clark lied shamelessly, his nose still wrinkled before nodding at the magazine. "Everyone's been talking about it lately, haven't they? You and him." He did his best not to make another childish face when he said "him."
"Oh," you stared at the magazine for a few seconds and shrugged. "People like to talk, as usual. And the truth is, he really likes the attention media gives us." You let out a chuckle, which lightened Clark's mood at least a little, before noticing that the flowers on your coffee table had a dedication.
Him. Clark suddenly felt as if the combination of those flowers and the magazine cover were kryptonite in disguise. He felt weak.
"You're not dating him, are you?" Clark wished that had come out less quickly than it actually did, he wished he hadn't sounded like a pathetic teenager. Still, his eyes were like a puppy's, waiting to hear your answer.
You shook your head as if you'd already been asked the same question six times in one day. "No, no. It's just stupid gossip." Your words felt like a personal victory. Of course you weren't dating him; Clark knew that from the start.
"So why—well, why the flowers?" Clark gestured to the flowers, trying not to sound like a possessive boyfriend or something. He wasn't supposed to have the right to ask you such things, wasn't supposed to have the right to be there, in your apartment, alone with you, suppressing that urge to kiss you senseless right there.
You shrugged as if dismissing it. "I'm telling you, he loves attention." You stood up to move the vase somewhere where it wouldn't make you feel slightly embarrassed. "It's kind of his way of marking his territory."
Marking his territory.
Well, that was a game Superman could play, too.
"Hey," Jimmy greeted Clark as he passed by his desk. Clark's smile was contagious. "Cat's article is doing really well, and I haven't seen you complaining about it. Were you brainwashed?"
"Nope," Clark shook his head, smiling. "Nobody brainwashed me. Actually, that's not how it works, you know? Brainwashing was first mentioned by a journalist in 1950; it's the practice believed to be used by the government of always repeating and repeating—"
"You're such a nerd," Jimmy let out one last laugh before returning to his desk, leaving Clark alone with his goofy grin again. Why so happy anyway? Well, maybe he, under the Superman signature, placed an order for a flower arrangement to be delivered to your house this morning.
One flower arrangement. Or, well, maybe two. Or three. He doesn't even remember how many he ordered. The point is, he knew you'd love them, because who else but him knew all your favorite types of flowers? He had even spent a few minutes thinking about what to put on the card, it had to be especially perfect for you.
"Don't forget that you have someone who will always remember your favorite flowers. You deserve to be listen, and I always love to listen to you. Always yours—
Superman"
While Clark was working inside the Daily Planet building, not far from him, you were sitting in your apartment, surrounded by several large bouquets of all kinds. All your favorites, of course. It didn't go unnoticed, of course. The news that the most famous fashion model had recently received a bunch of flower arrangements at her apartment quickly spread through the gossip magazines. Did she have a secret boyfriend? Who was he? Does it have anything to do with the hero Superman visiting her balcony recently? Neighbors confirm it in an exclusive interview! Does Superman have a model girlfriend?
"So, these arrangements confirm your relationship with the movie star of the moment?" Clark raised an eyebrow at the interviewer's question, feeling indignant from the comfort of his couch with the TV on in front of him.
"What? No, no!" You shook your head instantly, still smiling. "All those flowers were sent to me by someone else. Someone much more special to me. Someone more romantic, more tender." The entire audience burst into applause at your words. Clark blushed slightly, still smiling from his seat.
"May I happen to know who this romantic gentleman is?" To Clark's relief, you shook your head. "You know, some people say they've seen Superman outside your balcony, with a certainly charming smile."
"I'm so sorry. All I'll say is, if that romantic gentleman is watching me right now..." the camera focused on your face. "...I hope he knows he's made me feel like the luckiest woman in the whole city." The audience let out a standing ovation that made the interviewer laugh.
"Okay, blow a kiss to your romantic gentleman, girl" Laughing, you blew a kiss to the camera focused on your face, continuing the interview with another topic, something about fashion week and heaven knows what else.
Clark was on cloud nine.
Now everyone knew you definitely weren't dating a movie star. And maybe, you only had eyes for Superman.
That you had someone special willing to give you all the flowers in the world as long as you smiled at him. Of course, nothing territorial or possessive
I honestly had no hope for the past part of this—I thought no one would like it! I was really happy to see that some people were even able to make it through part two, so here it is. It's not the best, but I promise to improve! 💓
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