☆ summary ryland experiments in the nasa lab, and accidentally creates the mixture for his downfall
☆ word count 2,240
☆ warnings 18+ MDNI smut/fluff, sex pollen, established relationship, cowgirl, breast play, fingering, handjob, p in v, making out, pet names (angel, baby, honey, sweetheart), masturbation mentioned (ryland), use of y/n, both characters are talking each other through it, no scientific accuracy whatsoever (sorry), not proof read.
☆ a/n hey guys, it been a fat while since i've posted a fic, so i guess today is the day i get back on the grind! Idk if this is good, but hey I hope you enjoy. also I just want to add, after i posted that poll a couple of days ago, i discovered there is actually a shit ton of sex pollen ryald grace fics. if there are any similarities to those already out there, pls lmk so i can give creds. thank you!
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the same routine had continued for the past couple of months had continued. he’d leave for the lab early in the morning, and return late at night, leaving you alone in the name of science. you didn’t mind him being invested in his work, he was always like this, for as long as you had been with him. he was determined, and sometimes stubborn when it came to his work. even when he was just a middle school teacher, he wouldn’t even think of anything (or anyone) else before he graded papers, and finalised the curriculum for the week. but you admit, it wouldn’t be terrible if he paid some extra attention to his wife once in a while.
fast forward to tonight. it was late, later than ryland had ever been. you stayed awake, watching whatever tv show you thought would distract you from the anxious pit in your stomach. none of the witty dialogue or slapstick scenes could pull you from your thoughts. what if something happened to him in the lab? would they save him? i mean they did treat him as if he was disposable-. the lock in the door twisting made you jump, and through the door came your husband.
“ry!” you exclaimed, running towards him. he dropped his things at his feet and pulled you into a tight hug.
“hi sweetheart, i’m so sorry i’m late. things at the lab got a bit complicated.” he responded as he massaged his head,
“complicated?” you questioned. he continued as he held your hand and guided you to the couch.
“yeah, i was trying to mix the astrophage with different chemicals, just to see if any of them had the power to you know, kill it.” you nodded your head and hummed in agreement, as if you knew any of this science-y stuff. “well, i got to mixing it with a gas, and it created this weird dusty stuff. and now i have this headache that’s killing me.” he rubs his temples again. you bring your hands to his cheeks and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“why don’t you go have a nice warm shower, and i’ll make you something warm to eat?” you suggest, hands running through his hair.
“yeah that sounds nice, thank you baby.” he responds as he plants a peck to your lips.
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after ryland headed upstairs to shower, you prepared his dinner. a grilled cheese, and a hot chocolate with extra chocolate, just how he liked it. as soon as you placed the his plate and mug on the table, you heard his footsteps treading down the stairs. he was wearing grey sweats, and using his ‘i had potential’ shirt to clean the fog off his glasses.
“nice shower?” you asked. sitting in the seat next to his on the table.
“eh, i’ve had better.” he sat down next to you, immediately taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “i think you may just be the best wife a man could ask for” your heart felt warm. even after all the time he spent away, it was nice to know he still cared.
“well, that’s always a good thing to know.” you sat slanted on the chair, raising your feet to lay them across his lap like you always did when ryland let out a moan. you jolted up. “everything ok?” you asked, a pang of concern washing across your face.
“yeah, um, i don’t know. i’ve been having some weird…bodily feelings after that whole astrophage compound situation.” ok well now you’re confused.
“i thought you just had a headache?” you questioned innocently.
“well, about a half hour after the incident, i started to get, now how do i put this-“ you interjected.
“oh my god ryland just spit it out!”
“ok ok, uhm, alright fine i’ve been hard!” he confessed, in a manner which was probably ludicrous enough for the whole street to hear. your eyes widened, going straight down to his pants and, oh my god! how did you not notice?! i mean it wasn’t even that hard to tell when ryland was hard because of his size, but you were just so worried about him that you weren’t really paying attention to…him.
“how the hell did that happen!?” yo shouted back at him in a bewildered manner. he stood up fast, adjusting his glasses, and your mind wandered. wow, it really was obvious. your thighs instinctively clenched together, but ryland was too far into his answer for him to notice.
“i must’ve mixed the wrong thing with the astrophage, i mean it is a cell and i guess it slipped my mind to not take that into account.” you tried to keep eye contact with the man while he was talking, but every two seconds you just had to look back. “ugh, and i feel so terrible admitting this and i know its disgusting. but i tried getting rid of it in the shower and i came, like two times! still its not going away. ” he whined, and you let out a tiny whimper. his eyes stopped looking all over the room, and finally locked into yours. “are you even listening y/n?” you snapped back into reality as you heard your name being called.
“yes of course i am honey,” you stood up, walking to stand right in front of him. you bought your arms around his neck. “it’s just hard to concentrate when, you know, we have company.” that made him let out a breathy chuckle as you followed his eyes when his face moved. “what can i do? well i mean i think there is only one thing we can really try,” you proposed, going onto your toes to reach your husband’s lips.
“are you sure?” he replied, and you nodded.
“come on, lets go.” you held his hand and guided him to the bedroom, similarly to the way he had done to you just an hour ago.
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once the two of you had reached the room, ryland’s lips reached yours instantaneously, the chocolate left over from his tiny sip leaving a sweet flavour in his mouth. you moaned as he led you to the bed, laying you down on your back. he started by taking off his shirt, the small lamp’s light reflecting off his skin. he smiled down at you, and moved down again to continue the kiss. slowly, his hands found their way under your (his) old t-shirt. you weren’t wearing a bra, so his fingers had easy access to your breasts, kneading them with his free hand, the other holding him up.
“oh ry.” you moaned out, back starting to arch slightly off of the bed. taking this as a sign for more, ryland moved down, bringing the other breast into his mouth. you tangled your hands through his hair, and a wave of calm settled over you. you had missed this, you had missed him. he bought his head up and looked into your eyes.
“this feel good angel?”
“oh yeah ry,” you puffed. as he sucked harder on your nipples, he reached his hands into your shorts, pushing two fingers into your wet cunt. you instinctively pushed your thighs together, but ryland help your thighs open, continuing his motions. he hadn’t touched you like this in so long, it was all so overwhelming. eventually, his thumb moved to your clit, pressing firmly and rubbing tight circles. “gonna come ry!” you warned him.
“come on my fingers baby,” and you did, arching your back so your chests were pressing. you settled for a few seconds before you reached out for his face and bought it in line with yours. “good?” he asked, like always.
“amazing, but i need to focus on you right now.” you pushed him up and flipped to two of you so that he was laying down and you were straddling him. you started at his neck, kissing over his neck, his chest, and getting to his v-line. you pulled the strings of his sweats and bought his boxers down with them. his cock jumped out before you even pulled them all the way down. his cock was thick, i mean you knew this, but the chemicals must’ve changed something. he was bigger, veinier, a angry red colour was present at the top. you couldn’t help but feel terrible. “does this not hurt baby?” you solicited. ryland’s face tightened as the cool air hit him.
“oh sweetheart, it hurts so bad. please help me.” he said with a moan. you pulled his pants all the way down and discarded them on the floor. as soon as you did, your hand was on his cock, the other massaging his balls. “oh my god y/n!” his eyes squeezed shut as you moved up and down, his cock twitching in your hand. “‘m gonna cum!” you were taken back.
“already?” you blurted out, just in time with his orgasm. cum spilled into your hand, and all over his lower half. you were baffled, how was he still hard? if your calculations were right, this was his third orgasm in the last hour and 15 minutes. you focused back on ryland, who was panting after his finish. “everything okay?” you pushed a strand of hair back from his face. he brings his gaze up to his lap.
“still hurts, the stupid thing just won’t go away.” he lets out, frustrated, before falling back onto the bed. a tear slipped down from his eye onto the pillow and you wiped it away with your thumb. you frowned. seeing him like this, so vulnerable and helpless made your heart crack.
“hey hey, it’s okay we’ll keep trying to get rid of it, okay?” you said, pulling your tiny shorts and panties off so you were now both completely naked. you gave him a small kiss before straddling him again, looking to his eyes for confirmation, and him nodding in agreement. you lowered yourself onto his cock.
“ah fuck!” you both moaned in unison. you looked at each other, and couldn’t help but both let out a small chuckle.
“gonna start moving now, okay?” you told him, grinding on his length. moans and whimpers flooded the room from the both of you. you were a sight for sore eyes, and ryland couldn’t believe how lucky he got. your tits were bouncing, hands planted on his chest, and your hair falling in front of your face. he pushed your hair behind your ears.
“want to see your pretty face.” he breathed out, looking at you as you focused on his chest, like he was your only anchor. you were getting close now, your walls clenching hard around ryland. ryland seemed like he was almost there too, head falling back into the pillow, moans slipping from his lips. you couldn’t help but grin at the sight in front of you. as you were appreciating your drop dead gorgeous husband, his hand came up to your forearm. “wanna come with you,” he pleaded.
“me too.” you moaned, your orgasm becoming imminent. you started to move faster, chasing your high and trying to make sure ryland got there too. suddenly, the white hot pleasure waved over both of you. your hands flew to your husband’s biceps, as his clung to your hips. you continued to move faster onto him. you cried out as you felt ryland’s warm seed shoot into your cunt, and you collapsed onto his chest. the two of you lay there, ryland’s cock still deep inside you. after a couple of minutes, you finally felt ryland’s heart rate slow down, and his cock become softer. you lifted off of him and dropped next to him, curling into his side. “feeling better?”
“the best baby thank you so much.” he kissed your cheek as he turned to face you. “i really meant it when i said you were the best wife i could ever ask for.” you couldn’t help but feel a loose feeling in your chest. even though he affirmed you all the time, he never once faltered in how much he meant it.
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once you both got cleaned up, and ryland had changed the sheets, you fell back into bed. you tucked into his side, laying your head on his big bicep.
“i’m sorry i’ve been away so much.” he finally said. you’d been waiting weeks for just that, and he gave it to you. “surprisingly, it’s quite consuming trying to find a cure for sun aliens.” you let out a giggle.
“it’s okay, i know this is something you have to do. just missed you that’s all.” you went silent again and he could tell there was still something on your mind.
“whatcha thinkin’ hm?” he glanced down at you.
“just deciding if i should say something or not.” you couldn’t hold back your smirk.
“come on, just tell me.”
“i’m kind of happy you experimented like a mad scientist and got yourself infected with “sex pollen” or whatever.”
“excuse me!” ryland acted shocked and you hit his arm.
“only because we haven’t been this close in a while, i miss you dummy.” you loved calling him that, because he was in fact the smartest person you’d ever met.
“i’ve missed you too. i love you, you know?” he curled up against you.
“i love you to the moon and back.” you say before you both fall asleep in each others arms.
☆ synopsis: after a day of shopping, you return home to Clark, excited to show him your new pyjamas.
☆ warnings: nsfw (minors DNI), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) clark eats reader out, fingering, soft dom! clark, pet names (honey, sweetheart, princess, baby etc.), tiny bit of a size kink, not proofread.
☆ notes: hi everybody, thank you for the love on my first fic. I appreciate it soo much. well i finally got around to writing again so enjoy!
☆ wc: 1120
It had been a couple of hours since you arrived home. The day out with b/f/n was amazing, and you had already changed into your special pyjamas for Clark, who was due to walk through the door any minute now. You quickly finish making the rhubarb pie (his favourite) which you made using Clark’s mum’s signature recipe she gave you when the two of your visited the farm in summer. Just as you cut a slice from the tray, you heard keys and a creak of the door.
“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Clark yelled from the entrance, hooking his coat on the hanger and dropping his bag below it.
“In the kitchen Clark!” You yelled, putting his plate on the bench in front of you and cutting a slice for yourself. Clark loosened his tie as he walked into the kitchen, a huge smile plastered on his face.
“Oh honey I love you so much.” He bubbled as he lifted you into a hug. After a moment, Clark finally dropped you and sat opposite you, already digging into his slice. As you stood eating your own slice, you couldn’t help but realise the height difference between the two of you. Even Clark sitting on a stool was a good few inches taller than you. “Oh gosh, this is one of the best pies I have ever tasted. Don't tell Ma.” You both chuckled. He looked up at you with a smile for a split second, before doing a double take. “Honey?” Clark questioned.
“Yes?” You tried to hide your smirk, knowing exactly what he was going to say next.
“Did you buy new pyjamas today?” He said, his eyes focused on the Superman logo splayed across your chest.
“Well yes I did!” You said with a slight squeal. You do a mini spin while Clark glares at you from across the bench. “What?” You say, blushing as Clark gets up and walks to your side of the bench, picking you up in his arms, bridal style.
“Clark! What are you doing?” You giggle.
“Gonna show my pretty girl how much I love her, and that set.” He uttered against your neck, softly placing kiss, making the butterflies in your stomach fly out of control.
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Once you get to your bedroom, Clark places you on the bed, kissing trails down your neck, working his way down to your collarbone. You reach to take off your shirt, but Clarks big hand intercepts your own.
“Keep it on baby,” he whispers into your ear, one hand moving up your shirt, massaging your breast, and leans down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he moves to the other side,
“Clark-“ You whimper.
“Yes hon?” He responds, moving both hands to grip your hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs.
“Need you,” You say, struggling to even get those two words out. Clark tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“Oh yeah?” He soothed, moving lower until he reached your thighs. He slowly pulled down your shorts, almost getting distracted by how fast he can hear your heart beating.
“Calm down sweetie, you’re okay.” He said with a chuckle, but with a serious undertone. You breathe out with a small smile as Clark hooks two fingers in the waistband of your underwear, looking back up at you then back down in between your thighs.
“So so beautiful baby, and all mine.” He whispers, his breath lightly blowing against your pussy, making you squirm. Before you knew it, Clark was eating like you were his last meal.
“Ahh Clark!” You moaned as he lapped every juice from you. His mouth moved to your clit as he pushed two fingers inside of you without warning. You whimpered as Clark worked faster, your hands moving up to pull on his thick, dark curls.
“I-i’m so close,” You breathed out.
“It’s okay princess, let go for me.” His words were enough to send your over the edge, spilling out all on his fingers, still working you through your high. Clark pulled out his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean, before kissing you passionately. He pulls away from the kiss and starts unbuckling his trousers before unbuttoning his shirt. You slowly prop yourself up on your elbows to see the view in front of you more clearly.
“Like what you see honey?” He asks you, a grin plastered across his face. You nod, biting your lip slightly before your teeth are torn away from your bottom lip due to your own smirk. Clark pulls his underwear off, revealing his hard cock. “You sure?” He asked you, like he always did. You nod eagerly, but it wasn’t enough for him. “Need you to use your words baby,”
“Yes, yes, Clark I’m sure.” You spat out at what felt like the fasted speed you’d ever talked. He lets out a small chuckle and lines himself up with your entrance. The stretch was always prominent, I mean he is Kryptonian after all. You let out a cry as Clark holds your hands and pins them down against the bed.
“You’re always so good for me, my strong girl, might even be stronger than me.” He jokes, trying to distract you from the fact you’ve almost been split in two. Once he’s bottomed out, he stills for a few seconds, making sure you’re okay. You look him straight into his eyes, nodding as to tell him he can start moving. He places a kiss to your forehead before starting at a slow pace, only moving slightly out of you every thrust, but you needed more.
“Clark faster please,” You beg, and Clark gives you exactly what you want, speeding up his pace. The pain soon turns to pleasure as he puts his thumb to your clit, rubbing in tight circles. You are practically writhing underneath him when you start to feel that familiar knot in your stomach.
“Think I’m gonna come,” You exhale as Clark goes deeper into you.
“Me too baby.” He groans as he goes to pull out of you.
“No Clark please. I need it.” You plead.
“100% sure?” He double checks, just in case.
“Mhm, I’m sure honey.” You affirm, just as the familiar wave washes over you as you come just I time with Clark, his seed spilling deep into you. You stay like that for a moment before Clark pulls out and rolls on his back next to you. You slowly move to that you’re lying on his chest.
“And to think I nearly didn’t buy these pyjamas.” You chuckle, as Clark joins you.
“I think this might have been the best purchase you’ve every made.” He breathed out, making you giggle.
☆ synopsis: clark wants you to work out with him, but you have other plans.
☆ warnings: nsfw (MDNI), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), size kink, clark eats reader out, fingering, bicep kink (is this a thing idk?), pet names (baby, honey, princess, darling), the gym T-T idk if theres anything else lmk!
☆ notes: hey guys, finally got around to writing smut again ;) your girl is ovulating so obvi? i've had this idea for so long so i finally got around to writing it. hope u like! also ignore the glasses logic, there is none (oops)
You were halfway through your cup of coffee when Clark bought it up. Again.
‘Come on y/n, the gym’s not that bad, you know.” He said, leaning against the doorway. His biceps revealed in his black tank. “It could be really fun, and we’d get good exercise in-“ You raised an eyebrow.
“You mean me struggling to lift a weight while you try not to laugh. Yeah I think not.” You sarcastically replied. Clark grinned, with his all too soft smile.
“I wouldn’t laugh at you baby,” he walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around you waist. “Maybe a small chuckle, but never a laugh.” He said, unironically chuckling. You wrapped your arms around him and melted into his chest. You let out a sigh before you spoke again.
“Okay fine, but I’m choosing our playlist. No negotiation.” You said assertively. Clark pushed back from you and held out his hand for you to shake.
The gym was going well so far. You had absolutely no interest for anything other than the stair master, which of course Clark was expecting. But in the last 15 minutes, he’d finally convinced you to train weights with him. You, of course, were extremely hesitant, but your man Clark was always so convincing. You chose some weights (the lightest option available) and Clark just had to flex his skills with the heaviest there was. While you were curling in front of the mirror, you just couldn’t help looking at Clark, every single muscle in his body tensing, especially his biceps, which you were a sucker for. Despite this little hurdle, you tried to keep focused on your exercises; you just couldn’t. You finally spoke up.
“Hey Clark?”
“Yeah honey?” He responded with a grunt. He was in the middle of an exercise after all. But that just soured you on.
“I think we should cut this session short, I’m not feeling the best.” That statement shook Clark into a moment of carefulness, dropping his weights on the ground. He smoothed your shoulders before speaking.
“Are you okay sweetie, what’s wrong?” The subtle panic in his voice noticeable.
“I’m okay baby, but I just don’t feel well, you know?” You added an emphasis on your words hoping he’d pick up what you were laying down, and surprisingly he did.
“Oh I see. We should get out of here right away then, wouldn’t want you feel worse.” He whispered into your ear, a familiar feeling rushing down your body.
Clark pinned you against the door, his huge hands almost the size of your head they were next to.
“Love you so much honey,” He murmured against your skin, slowly trailing lower with his lips until he got to right above your cunt, then he pulled away.
“Clarkkk.” You moaned. He stood up and brushed a strand of hair from your flushed face.
“I know honey, but I just can’t do this right here. I’m too sweaty.” He explained before holding your hand and pulling you to the bathroom.
Once the two of you entered the bathroom, Clark turned on the water before undressing, you following after him. The two of you entered the shower, your back pressed against Clark’s chest. You tilted your head back, water falling against your face as you softly moaned. Clark couldn’t resist you. He grabbed your chin with his hand and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, slowly turning you around against the wall in the process. Once the two of you pulled away, Clark kissed down your body. He moved his way around, kissing your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, and finally returning back to the place he had left you before.
“Need you Clark,” You moaned, your hands deep in his now wet hair. His mouth finally moved down to your slit, licking a long and slow stripe up, earning a loud moan from you. He responded by smiling against your cunt, a movement you knew all too well. He kept on ravaging at your pussy, going harder than ever.
“Oh Clark!” Were the only sounds that escaped your mouth. He moved to suck your clit, harshly as we pushed two fingers deep inside you, your back arching against the ceramic tiles. He pumped his fingers harder as you could feel yourself reaching the height of your orgasm, panting through it. You pulled Clark’s hair roughly as you reached your climax, finally relaxing your body. But Clark wasn’t done just yet. He stood up again, turning your stomach to the wall.
“Now I know why you wanted to come to the gym with me, naughty girl. You know I’d gladly give you what you wanted. Just needed to ask.” Clark sucked against that sweet spot on your neck, pressing on your back, making you arch at the same time. You could feel his hard cock against your ass now, and you needed it in you so bad. You were starting to get annoyed now, he was moving way too slowly.
“Seriously Clark, come on!” You cried out. Without warning, Clark rammed into you.
“AH FUCK!” You yelled out in pleasure. You thought you had finally gotten used to his size, but everytime you got the same surprise. Clark moved slowly in and out of you, but still hit all of the spots you needed him too. You tried to hold onto the wall in front of you, but your hards just kept on slipping down.
“I-I’ll help you darling.” Clark barely got out of his mouth as he flipped your body so that you were facing him. After all, he couldn’t deal without seeing your face during sex. It was one of his weaknesses. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his thrusts sped up, bopping you up and down on his cock. The space was filled with moans from the two of you, the sound of water doing absolutely nothing to mask them. As Clark went harder, you dug your nails into his back, making marks which would definitely bruise; not that it was a problem for him. You could feel your second orgasm coming up as Clark sucked at your breasts, the pleasure overwhelming you.
“C-c-lark, ‘m gonna come.” You whimpered.
“Me too princess, me too,” He sped up his thrusts, chasing both of your highs. Finally, your second release washed upon you, Clark finishing inside you a few seconds later. The both of you stayed in that position for a while before Clark finally pulled out. The two of you were panting messes.
“So you want me to wash your hair or…?” Clark said, sounding 100% sincere, but you burst out laughing. He stared at you before silencing you with a kiss. Maybe you would go with him to the gym again.
☆ after a hard week at the daily planet, everyone decides to go to the bar for drinks, when things take a turn.
☆ warnings: fighting/injuries, secret relationship? swearing (once or twice), pet names (honey, baby), overprotection, not proofread (cause i'm lazy like that)
☆ notes: hey everyone, i'm finally back. sorry it took me so long life has been busy lately. this one is a bit meh but hope you like. also thank you so much again for the love i've been receiving it means so much.
☆ wc: 1,404
The week was finally finished. It was busy for the employees in the main room, as the political state in Gotham declined rapidly. But nevertheless, it was a Friday afternoon and everyone was prepared to let loose. The idea started when Jimmy suggested everyone got a drink at Ace O’Clubs to celebrate the end of whatever the heck that week was. Cat was the second to agree, which automatically meant the rest of the team would follow.
You cleaned up your desk quickly, aiming to leave the office for the bar by 5, which was in two minutes. While you cleaned, you see Clark’s head peak over the separator between both of your desks.
“So you going to this thing?” He questioned, obviously aiming for a nonchalant approach to the conversation, but he couldn’t help the pitchy voice which came out of his mouth.
“Mhm, you?” You muttered under your breath, trying to keep your hands fast as you gathered your papers and laptop into your computer bag, eyes darting to the clock every two seconds.
“Well if you are, I guess I should too.” He replied, moving closer to you with his chair, hand snaking up to your waist.
“Clark.” You whispered, slightly shaking your body to move his hand from your body. He let go and dropped his hands to his hip, before he stood up, brushing his pants. You sighed, looking around the office before you spoke again. “Clark, I’m sorry. I just don’t want people to know about us yet, not until I finish this front cover article. I really don’t-“ Clark cuts you off.
“Want people to think I have something to do with it? Baby I’ve heard that a million times. You know no one will think that. You’re an amazing writer.” His hand reaches your waist once again as he pulled you in for a hug. Thank god Jimmy ushered everyone out five minutes earlier.
“Yeah yeah I know,” You kept your head down before Clark hold your chin in his hand and presses a kiss to your lips.
“Let’s go get our cocktails on huh?” He jokes, and does what you think was supposed to be a shimmy? He holds out his arm and you link yours with his, leaning your head on his bicep.
You guys finally arrived at the bar and hung your coats up next to each others. Everyone was already gathered at a large table right at the back of the room as you and Clark walked closer.
“Hey, where’s Jimmy?” You say amusingly, earning a tiny chuckle from Clark which you heard behind you.
“Getting beers of course, what else?” Lois answers, giving the same energy as you which made you excited for the night ahead, since Lois never ever did that.
“Want me to get you something?” Clark asks quietly as you sit down at the table. You look back up at him, almost seeing his real face from under his glasses.
“Margarita please.” You smile back up at him.
“Ooh watch out everyone, Y/n’s starting with tequila!” Cat screams out so loud you’re sure the whole bar heard despite the blasting music.
“Anyone else want anything?” Clark quickly asks, masking any suspicion from him only asking for your order. Everyone’s orders start getting spit right at his face, so you get up and start typing on your phone.
“I’ll help you don’t worry.” You knock Clark slightly and give him a grin, making him blush.
Once you have everybody’s drinks down, you and Clark start walking to the bar, you making a joke about something that went down in the break room today. Then all of a sudden it catches your eye, Jimmy getting into a fight with another man at the bar. A man who was noticeably bigger and angrier than he was. You and Clark walk closer and you hand him your phone.
“One sec honey” You say to Clark. Your voice was noticeably shaky and you would never call Clark a name is public, which means you obviously needed some sort of ground.
“Y/n, I don’t think you should-“ Clark’s voice quieted as you walked towards the fight, heart pounding in your chest. You finally reached the scene, Jimmy turning around as he could see the man staring.
“Y/n what are you…?” He cut himself off as you tried to talk to the man.
“Hi sir, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but it seems like it has lasted a while. So why don’t we part ways so everyone can properly enjoy their drinks, huh? You calmly said to the man who was still visibly frustrated.
“Well, why don’t you tell your little friend here to give me my drink back. Seems like both of you have the fucking confidence to start things but not finish them properly.” The man yelled into your face, spit getting all over you and Jimmy.
“Hey man, I told you that is not your drink! I paid for it, so I’m taking it!” Jimmy screamed back at the guy, obviously angering him. Clark still stood at a distance, not wanting to get you hurt if he did do something to the guy. The argument was escalating, and you stood right in the middle. Jimmy and the guy going back and forth still and you getting squeezed in between them. Before you even noticed, the man was throwing a punch towards Jimmy as you turned towards him and right into his fist, sending you down onto the floor. The whole bar suddenly went silent, a kind you only see in movies; and Clark’s voice cuts that.
“HEY!” Is all you can hear as you hold your face as you lay on the ground in shock, as well as everyone else. You see feet run past you and a crack come from above you. You slowly sit up and are met with the sight of Clark beating this hell out of this guy. In that split second, you regained all consciousness as you quickly stood to break it up.
“CLARK! CLARK STOP IT!” You yelled, trying to hold back your tears. Wiggling to get behind Clark and stop whatever was going on. “CLARK COME ON! STOP!”. You impulsively grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him off of the man, but to no avail. He was too strong for his own good. You quickly looked around to see everyone at the bar watching what was going on before you very eyes, so you tried to pull him away once again, this time succeeding. As Clark stood back up, his brows furrowed and heavy breathing, you slowly moved to look in front of him. The man was on the floor, laid out with blood all over his face.
“Oh my god,” You whispered, wrapping your arms around Clark’s huge one to try and provide some sort of ground for him this time.
“We need to get out of here. Now.” He muttered to you. You responded with an eager nod as he led both of you out the bar.
“What the actual fuck just happened.” Jimmy said, turning to the rest of the crowd.
The two of you had just arrived back at Clark’s apartment. You quickly headed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit that you usually used when he had a Superman related injury, except for tonight. You met him back at the kitchen, taking out a bandage and some alcohol wipes to clean his knuckles.
“That guy didn’t stand a chance huh?” You said, breaking the 45 minute silence between you. Clark let out a huff, mixed with a chuckle; which was reassuring to you.
“I’m sorry hon, I don’t know what came over me I mean for heavens sake, he hit you!” Clark exclaimed and you cupped his face to bring him back to Earth.
“I’m okay, a little shook up, but I’m okay. You don’t need to worry.” You reassured him.
“Guess everyone knows about us now?” He mentioned. You shook your head.
“I’m not worried about that anymore. What I am questioning is how your glasses stayed on your head during that whole ordeal.” You laughed, and you swear you saw him flash a smile.
Both of you spent the rest of the night in bed, curled up into each other, having what may have been the best sleep you’ve ever had.
