i will be your father figure
pairing: fwb butch!clark kent
summary: your colleague slash fuck buddy swoops in to save you after a man hits on you, posing as your wife.
word count: 2.3k words
tag list: @punksnotdeadbutiam, @unabashedlyinlovewithyou, @whotfisthatsblog, @wildernessmuse, @starwarsbian, @lilacsandlavenderhaze, @florayli & @gingerfemme22 wanna be added?
content warnings: 18+ only!!! hr department would have a field day with this. a creep hits on the reader and CLARK GETS POSSESSIVE!!! oral sex (r!receiving) based on this anon ask. reader calls clark “sir” a few times. LOVE CONFESSIONS <333. breeding kink my beloved. use of a double sided dildo based on this ask. not proofread, i’m sorry! my brain is fried right now.
a/n: HI GUYS, I FINALLY POSTED!! finals are over and i have my free time back. i hope you guys like this one. if there’s any glaring issues or anything, let me know. i was inspired by @kryptidfiles’s “give it to me” fic. go check it out, jae’s so talented! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.
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There was a dull ache lingering in the back of your head, mainly from the crystal chandelier glaring overhead.
You were standing at the bar while you mourned your Saturday night routine of watching a comfort movie before sending a ‘you up?’ text to your colleague-turned-bad-habit.
Before dragging your feet over there, you kept your gaze fixed on her, hoping to catch her attention. But every time her head turned slightly in your direction, a waiter would block your sight with a tray of hors d’oeuvres.
She had cleaned up unfairly well in her stupid navy suit that stretched over the broad shoulders you often dug your fingernails into. The sharply tailored slacks made her look taller, if that was even possible.
Her chunky black frames shone beneath the lights as she smiled broadly at politicians and socialites, shaking their hands and listening as they boasted about their latest investments and charity work.
Her large hands with those silver rings pressed against your skin in a way you could still feel whenever she gripped your jaw to kiss you.
And her laugh, the one that made the corners of her eyes crinkle and your stomach tighten when you remembered how she sounded when you had her pinned beneath you—
“Can I buy you another?”
You blinked hard, your head jerking slightly as you pulled yourself out of those thoughts, curious where that meek, annoyingly confident voice had come from.
Beside you was a man of average height and striking blue eyes that fell short compared to hers. His smile didn’t immediately give you that sense of caution, but instead tried to convince you that you’d say yes even before he asked.
Your brain, which had just been filled with gentle reveries, was now completely blank. You were never good at dealing with this sort of thing.
“Oh—no, thank you. I’m good. Got a long drive home.”
A lie. A rather obvious one at that.
Yet the man pressed on while leaning against the bar. “Sure about that? Couldn’t you just have someone take you home?”
His smug tone made you want to hurl onto his shoes. Instead, you gave him another forced smile that hurt.
“I brought my own car and… I’m not particularly good with strangers.”
Another lie. Or not really a lie at all. You did bring your car, if you counted your fuck buddy insisting on driving you home. You weren’t the best person to talk to strangers, especially ones whose unwanted interest in you made your skin crawl.
He grinned, no longer bothering to hide it. “Oh, yeah? Well, my name is Richard… Not strangers anymore, eh? Can I get you that drink now?”
You huffed humorlessly, subtly mocking his cockiness as you slowly stepped away and put your hands behind your back.
Since Richard—or “Dick,” apparently—was going to stay a little longer than expected, you quickly slipped off the ring on your middle finger. A small piece you had once bought at a thrift store, it had always resembled a wedding band to you, despite its faint pink tinge.
You brought your left arm back out so he would see it. But he didn’t seem to have the same type of social awareness that most of the journalists surrounding you had.
You raised your hand marginally, shakily splaying your fingers to indicate the oblivious, clueless creature.
“Look, I’m really flattered that you….”
For Christ’s sake, you can’t even finish the sentence.
“But I’m marri—”
Familiar hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into the body behind them.
“Hey, there’s my girl,” Clark murmured against your cheek before kissing it softly.
Your breath faltered similarly to how Richard’s expression short-circuited.
Clark hadn’t even looked at him yet, too occupied with tightly securing her arms around your hips. To the untrained observer like Richard, she seemed like she belonged there.
You became overwhelmed by the warmth of your so-called bedmate’s chest. You swore you could feel her bare skin against your spine.
She kissed your cheek again before glancing over at the man. She had the same friendly smile from earlier, but now it had an undertone of terrifying confidence.
She held out her hand to him. “Hi, I’m Clark Kent… her wife.”
Richard stared at her for a moment too long, marveling at the muscular woman towering over him. He then shook it cautiously.
Your supposed wife nodded as she returned to peppering kisses against your jaw, not really listening to him. You instinctively leaned back into Clark, just letting your neck tilt to the side—mostly out of habit.
Clark noticed. She brought her strong hands up to rest against your stomach, gently rubbing it in slow circles as her lips grazed against your earlobe, making sure you were the only one who heard her:
“Not now, baby.”
Richard apologized once more, stumbling over his words.
“I—I thought she was alone…”
Clark shook her head, falsely reassuring him. “And went for it… yeah, I get it.”
She angled her head, taking in your heavy breathing and racing heartbeat. The intense eye contact made you desperately want to strip out of your dress.
She smirked, speaking in a hymnal tone. “I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve her.”
Despite losing the nerve to speak a minute before and your breathless state, you managed to whisper, unable to look away.
“Don’t be such a sap.”
Clark let out her first genuine laugh of the night, briefly peering at Richard, who was walking away defeated.
Her grip didn’t loosen.
She pretended to think about it. “Hm… I don’t know. I think I could make an argument for it.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, a bad one.”
She lifted her head just enough to look at you like she’d already won the mock argument. “Does that mean you wanna leave early?”
“And tell Perry what? That we got sick from the food we haven’t had yet?”
Her mouth twitched. “Possibly… I mean, in a way, I do need to take care of my tired, aching wife…”
You scoffed, forcing yourself to deflect. “That was just for show, Clark.”
She hummed against your flesh, nipping at it. “Must have fooled me.”
Once you returned to your apartment, you found yourself struggling to slip your key into the keyhole, since Clark stood behind you, her hand teasingly resting on your lower back.
It had been like that on the way home too. Clark is driving with that same hand on your thigh. Every time she turned a corner, you’d feel a light squeeze while the only sound in the car was the static from the radio.
When you got inside and discarded your heels in your living room, she followed you into the kitchen as you searched for your wine.
Before you could find something, Clark grew impatient and grabbed your neck, turning you around, pulling you into a needy kiss.
Despite her urgency at first, her mouth was soft—of course it was. It was Clark.
She tilted her head.
She smirked into the kiss as you melted back into it—harder. A muffled hum escaped her.
Not breaking the kiss, her hands traveled down your waist to your thighs as she effortlessly picked you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around her waist as your arms slid around her neck.
Clark carried you to your bedroom, nudging the door open with her foot while holding you against her. Her lips wandered to your neck, nipping at it as she did at the gala. She began muttering.
“My darling girl… always so pretty, huh?”
A sickening heat surged through you as you were placed on your bed. She hovered over you, foolishly smiling at your dazed look. Her kisses continued down your upper arm, pushing the strap of your dress down.
“No wonder somebody else wanted you.”
You gasped, indulging in how her territorial words caused goose flesh to break out, and your legs to go limp. She caught it, glancing at you with half-lidded eyes, still dragging her lips down your skin.
“But you’re mine, aren’t you?”
You nodded violently, whimpering out before you could stop it, “Yes, sir.”
Clark paused for half a second before chuckling against your skin. “Sir?”
She moved away, only to lean back over you again.
You arched your back, squirming under her. “I—Clark…”
She shook her head, kissing you sweetly. “No, it’s cute… I like it.”
Clark looked pleased, enjoying your flusteredness. She dotted light pecks on both of your cheeks.
“Guess I have to start being more of a gentleman for my new wife now, huh?”
You cough out, continuing to act defiant. “Fuck, Clark… I was lying to save my ass.”
She nodded. “True… but I bet you were definitely thinking about me.”
“I was no—”
She cut off your defense by crashing her lips against yours.
“Stop fighting it.”
So you obeyed. You let her take off your dress and underwear antagonizingly. You watched her lie down beside you, shifting into place.
You took the hand she was offering to you, seeing how she was smirking at your pubic hair having the same shape as her alter ego’s chest plate. Clark guided you gently onto her face, your dripping cunt hovering over her mouth.
After lowering yourself, your body jolted as she lightly kissed your clit. Her face was utterly buried into you, dragging her tongue across your slit. You slip your fingers into her black curls while she inhales your musky scent.
She explores your core as if she doesn’t already know it like the back of her hand, making your nerves feel overstimulated. You whimper, thrashing your head back.
Clark moans, sending vibrations through you. Her grip on your thighs tightened, trying to get you to grind against her face. She moves her tongue inside of you while watching you with those damn ocean eyes.
She’s turning you into a sobbing mess. You ride her face shamelessly, chasing your orgasm. Her nose rests perfectly against your clit, the friction making you tremble.
The coil that’s brewing deep in your stomach tightens before it eventually snaps. Your hips jerk forward as she continues to devour you. Every lick, every slow curl of her tongue draws out more of your cum, spilling down her chin.
“S-shit, Clark… I can’t—”
She retracts her tongue from inside your aching hole, circling it instead. Your juices continued flowing into her mouth. Clark mumbles against your slick folds.
“Can’t help myself, baby…my wife’s pussy just tastes so good.”
Your thighs involuntarily clamped around her face. She makes out with your clit for a moment longer until it gets too much for you.
Clark helps you move off her drenched face. You’re still catching your breath when she sits up, smirking as she leans in to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself.
She leans against your forehead after she pulls away, absently grabbing a pillow from behind.
“Is it in the same place?”
Warmth crept up your face as you lifted your hips so she could put it under your waist. “Yeah, it is.”
Clark reaches over to your nightstand and opens the last drawer. She pulls out the double-sided dildo. You watched intensely, drooling already onto your bedsheets.
With the straps of the harness adjusted securely, she held out her hand under your chin, raising her eyebrows.
Knowing what she needed, you complied and spat into her palm. She then wrapped her hand around both shafts, coating them completely.
When they both sank into your soaked cunts, Clark shuddered as her head fell into your neck. She always forgot how worked up she got while pleasing you.
Your back arched up into her while her hands came down to your hips to hold you still.
“Sweetheart… don’t do that unless you want me to—”
Despite her firm grip, you bucked your hips to tease her. “Sorry, sir..”
She exhales a laugh against your neck. “You really don’t make this easy, do you?”
You shake your head, feeling the silicone slowly inching into you. You breathe deeply, “No.”
Clark attempts to ignore how her cunt throbs around it, mentally promising to make you cum first again.
As she thrust in and out, she swallowed your sounds with her mouth and silenced hers.
She loses her words for a second against your lips, “G-Golly, she’s sucking me in.”
A small whine was pulled from you, matching her energy. Your fingernails dragged down her back, marks that would heal in the morning sun.
“Oh, Clark…That’s it, right there..”
You tilt your pelvis upward to push the toy deeper into her, seeking out her release as well. Dazed by lust, you babble out praises to her.
“God, it feels so good… You fuck me so well… I love you so much.”
As both of you realize what you just blurted out, your body stills. Dread floods through your veins, expecting a gentle, awkward rejection.
But instead, Clark quickens the pace. She shifts again, her composure faltering as she does. "Yeah? You love me?"
You acknowledge her with a choked moan, “Y-yes, I do. Always did...”
She whimpered, kissing you again—this time more passionately, as if she were finally releasing something she’d been holding onto forever.
“Gosh, I’ve been waiting to hear you say that… I love you too, honey.”
Shock stole your breath as the familiar sense of tightening within your gut became unmistakable. You could tell Clark was getting close too by the way she was rambling.
“Wish I could come into you… make you mine and get you pregnant.. so close...”
That was new.
But it fed the fire that was about to erupt.
And when it did, the coil snapped so beautifully that it felt all-consuming. Clark followed suit, collapsing onto you. Too overwhelmed herself to even ride it out.
In time, she rolled off you and fell back onto the bed. The room grew silent, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing every few moments.
Then she turned her head toward you and spoke softly.
“Looks like I need to go get an actual ring for you, huh?”