red k!clark kent and christopher smith (dcu) with feminine, afab reader. nsfw. you and your boyfriend chris get high. red k!superman comes over and gets freaky with you both. dub-con warning? it’s implied vaguely that red k!clark manipulated you & chris bc he knows you’re both high as fuck but also. you guys are freaky and down so... + masterlist.
. . . oh, the situations you get into while high with your boyfriend. chris, the boyfriend in question, lays behind you in his briefs. he’s half kissing your head, but his eyes are focused forward. you’re no better, transfixed on the sight before you as you rest in between his legs, leaned back against his chest. one of your hands gently rubs along his thigh, squeezing every so often. you’re both in bed, mostly undressed, and entirely transfixed on the man stripping in front of you.
superman.
the superman, taking off his suit ever so slowly, as if this wasn’t his first time giving a show. he smirks at you both as his suit hits the floor. “you like that?” he asks as he teases his underwear down with one crooked finger, revealing a cock even bigger than smith’s— just what the fuck did you get yourself into?
. . . you and clark were friends and coworkers. chris had been your boyfriend for some time; kent would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous of him at times for having you. still, things were fine. that is, until he managed to come into contact with some red kryptonite during a battle. since then, clark’s been acting out on some of his dirtiest, wildest fantasies— one of them being sex with you. another? sex with chris, surprisingly enough.
. . . he’s killing two birds with one stone tonight. smith’s eyes widen at kent’s size, which only makes the kryptonian’s smirk grow bigger. he crawls over, topping you both, one hand on chris’ left leg as he leans down to kiss you. it’s rough, a hard mashing of lips that gives way to clark sucking your lower lip before kissing down your neck.
“hey,” smith begins to protest, brows furrowing. he sits up some, as much as he can without disturbing you.
one of the kryptonian’s hands moves to grip your chin, his index and thumb squeezing some as kent lazily brings his head up to face chris. he moves your head out the way some before leaning in. “didn’t forget you, don’t worry,” he murmurs as he kisses smith.
fully kissing, without hesitation. superman was kissing your boyfriend. and fuck, if it isn’t hot.
with him, clark’s gentle. there’s no need to establish dominance, since there’s not a shot in hell smith could overpower kent. besides, being aggressive would only encourage chris’ bravado; instead of hard mashing, there’s light kisses, kisses that encourage smith to let go. boy, does he, tilting his head and going in for seconds, thirds, fourths.
. . . you bite your lip as clark continues on kissing the brunette. the smell of weed is still in the air, your eyes (and chris’) still hazy from passing his bong back and forth earlier in the night. the sound of chris moaning into kent’s mouth has your pussy growing wet. everything feels good, feels warm… if you were sober, you wouldn’t be in this situation. you’d have probably noticed the red tint to clark’s eyes, the way he’s all forward, almost aggressive, and definitely not himself. even now, you can sense something’s off… but he was really convincing when he showed up at your front door, asking (telling) you to let him in. plus, you’re feeling too good to truly care.
. . . kent drags himself back after a bit, licking his lips as if to savor the taste of your boyfriend. “you two are cute,” he manages, “wish i could fuck you both.” his eyes glance between the two of you before he chuckles, “i think i might do that, actually. you don’t mind that, right?”
you certainly don’t. in fact, all you can manage to think about is being passed between clark and chris like a good blunt. chris seems to mind, however, blinking twice before speaking. “no way, i don’t take it up the ass, man.”
kent doesn’t get offended. in fact, he chuckles. “right, right. hey, i hear you give great head, chris.” his eyes drift from smith’s down to the other man’s lips… they linger, then come back up. clark grins, “wouldn’t mind some of that instead.”
you’re sure your boyfriend wants to be offended. you’re sure there’s a small part of him still stubbornly clinging onto some sort of pride. but there’s a larger part of him that, like you, is under superman’s spell. “heard you got a harem,” smith shoots back, changing the topic entirely (as if clark hasn’t noticed the red along his cheeks already).
the kryptonian leans forward, voice lowering as he speaks again, “i might. why? wanna join?”
. . . safe to say you’re both part of his superharem by the end of the night. the kryptonian fucks you first, big hands gripping your waist tightly as he pounds into you from behind. kent chuckles as you gasp for breath from his speed, from his strength, from the way his cock pushes deep and stretches you without mercy. he holds your head up by your hair whenever you look down, forcing you to look at chris as you take him.
“isn’t she pretty?” kent coos, ramming into you, “fuck, and this pussy’s so good. you’re so lucky, chris. i’d fuck her every day if i were you.”
“so pretty,” smith agrees, his voice breathy and his eyebrows furrowed together as he fists his dick. with each thrust, your body rocks forward, teasing chris with the possibility that your mouth may end up on his dick. it never does, though. still, he gets off, groaning out your name as he comes on your face— clark’s kind enough to pull out and come along your ass, thank god.
. . . after you, kent takes a turn with chris, fingers curled against brown hair as he guides your boyfriend into giving head. it’s not like peacemaker really needs a tutorial, however, not with his history… you lay on the bed, spreading your folds with two fingers as you watch them both. it’s hard to tell what’s making you wetter: smith groaning around clark’s cock, a cock so big he can’t fit it all the way in, or clark grunting as he rocks his hips, using your boyfriend’s mouth as a toy. either way, you come; all three of you do.
. . . in the morning, you and chris are both sore (you learn clark can be insanely persuasive— that, and that chris is really loud as a bottom). you’d never pin kent as the type to hit and run, but when you wake up, he’s completely gone. it’s just you, your boyfriend, a shared soreness, and an unspoken desire to make superman your third.
“chris is ooc omg he wldn’t do this” L + once clark is gentle/soft with peacemaker ONE TIME chris is whipped (addicted to being loved like. normally.) + red k!clark hot + bisexual boyfriend + i wld also suck the cock that fucked my gf. sooo yeah. these are kind of messy, i will admit, but mostly bc the vibe is supposed to be chaotic and so out of left field. instead of “me and my partner saw you across the bar and we love your vibe” it’s clark going “i saw you two across the bar and i want to nail you both :p”.
i feel like i cld've gotten freakier with this lowkey BUT there's always the future for that. my new fav unlikely 3some LMAO
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red kryptonite!clark smut oneshot will be coming your way later...😏
nothing can fully prepare y'all for the 2.2k words of unhingedness that's about to come...it's very different from any clark fic I've written up to this point so hopefully people still like it!
keep the mental image of the red veins in mind...it'll serve you well when you read the oneshot ;)
Okay right so Kon riding your face under the effects of red kryptonite right? Okay consider: Clark riding your face under the effects of red kryptonite. I think that man would be just blurting out the sweetest yet filthiest things the entire time. Probably be more slow and gentle with it too, he’s taking his time here.
After countless nights dreaming of this moment, he’s so taking his time.
“Not so perky now, huh?” As if you could answer from your position, vice locked between his gyrating thighs. You’re squeezing and tapping his thighs but it does more damaged to you than anything, they’re like, well, steel. Not that you’re complaining. Besides, his nails are on your scalp, rubbing in slow, soothing circles.
That combined with the fire between your own thighs is enough to make you cross-eyed and oh boy, that’s exactly how red kryptonite Clark likes you.
