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| Rivals To Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Eleven - Intermission|
Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackCurvyReader
Warnings: abduction, Red Hood, mild confusion, language, minors DNI
Sorry this took so long, sweeties. It's been a long few months. I'm exhausted, but I promise I haven't abandoned this!
If you don't like it, don't read it.
If waking up on silk sheets in a dark—albeit luxurious—unknown location is one of your worse fears
Trigger Warning
Because that's what was happening right now
Your head was heavy and groggy as you looked around at your settings. The pleasant scent of something familiar that you couldn’t place further lulled you from your stupor and you sat up slowly, the silky slink of fabric following you. As you slipped your legs over the edge of the bed, you realized it wasn’t silk sheets at all. You reached for a lamp in the corner and turned it on, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. You were wearing an evening gown.
Black and sexy
Sleek and curve complementing
Had you not have been terrified out of your mind, you’d have adored it.
Your hair was up in a curly bun, a few loose curls tickling your skin. The small sparkle of a diamond necklace caught your attention, and you marveled at the simple elegance of the design. You were done up perfectly. Like a princess. Someone had gone through a lot of trouble to doll you up.
How long had you been out?
Your eyes scanned the vanity in front of you, it's surface lined with high end perfumes and makeups. Something like what you'd see on Pinterest or a tv show depicting the life of an heiress. The familiar smell you were catching was Chanel No. 5 lightly spritzed on you.
What the fuck?
The soft sound of piano music started and you looked to the door on the other side of the room. Approaching the door slowly, you reached to take the knob, ignoring the way it tremored. There was no time to freak out now. You were a journalist with nerves of steel. Keep it together.
You quietly pushed the door open a crack, looking into the fully lit room, seeing nothing out of place. In fact it was immaculate. It was unnerving.
You looked around the edge of the frame for any alarms or triggers, unsure of what might've awaited you. But nothing happened as you eased the door open. The room was gorgeous, easily rivaling one of Bruce's fancy penthouses. Plush carpet, crystal chandeliers, and a beautiful grand piano, behind which was the same masked man that you saw before you blacked out. Your blood ran cold.
He seemed to be aware of your presence the entire time, his mask turned in your direction as he played. You decided not to look like a deer in the headlights and walked towards the piano awkwardly, hearing the end of his song approaching.
"No wonder he's so distracted," he said, as he finished with a pluck of the last key. You waited for him to finish his thought, wondering who "he" was. "You're a knockout."
He stood and you took a step back. He paused, deciding to round the other side of the piano instead.
"Who are you, and where the fuck am I?" you demanded, a bit of edge to your voice to remind him that you weren't trying to exchange pleasantries. As laid back as he seemed, you were certain just walking away wasn't an option.
"Straight to the point, I see. Another selling point for sure," he said, the crimson of his mask unnerving you further. You shuddered to think what he had in store for you. Or even why he targeted you.
You were a journalist, sure, that had written plenty of articles on the criminals of your city, but you didn't remember any of them looking like him.
Perhaps he was from Gotham?
A sudden memory was triggered the moment you thought about Gotham and how it was often said that the philanthropist had a target painted on his back. Maybe that was why Clark was bothered by you hanging around him so much. Not because he himself was dangerous, but because of his social standing.
A fact that had become all too real in your current predicament.
"You mean Bruce," you said, not necessarily asking for conformation. You received a chuckle in return.
"Perceptive too. Even sexier."
So it was.
"Look. I don't know what business you have with him, but-"
"My business is his business. I don't have any qualms with Wayne. Quite the opposite," he said, sitting down, opening a magazine. You watched him, your brow furrowing.
He looked up at you, his eyes sweeping your form. "They call me Red Hood, and I'm here to help Bruce make up his mind."
"Make up his mind? About me, you mean? There's nothing to make up. We're not together."
He sat forward, resting his forearms on his knees. "Ah! Therein lies the issue. You see, Bruce has been driven to distraction lately over you and I wanna know why that is. Selina Kyle never had this deep of a hold on him and he's been chasing her for years."
Selina Kyle? Who was that?
"Why not just ask him?" you inquired, keeping an eye on him, every now and again glancing around for any sign of an out. He tracked your movements carefully, his mask following you with every movement.
"Oh I have been, and I plan to ask one final time tonight."
"So I'm bait," you asked, walking towards the fireplace, observing the portraits on it. Thomas and Martha Wayne. The family butler. Bruce. But on picture caught your eye that made you nearly drop the photo you'd picked up. It was a candid polaroid of Bruce...taking off his mask.
Bruce Wayne was the Dark Knight himself.
Of fuckin course he was.
"No, you're the reason," he said, standing again and folding his arms, watching your realization. You set it back down, looking at him.
"So...Bruce is...a personal friend of yours I take it," you said, subtly hiding your surprise.
Calling him Batman felt entirely too cliché
Especially while you were being held hostage by one of his so-called sidekicks
It was beginning to make sense why Clark didn't want you around him
Not only was he a colleague, he really was dangerous
"Very personal. Like an older brother, if you will, and unfortunately, now that you're his main squeeze, you're in it up to here," he said, passing you with his hand above his head to indicate the deep level of shit you were in. He stopped at the fireplace, pulling a phone from his pocket.
"That Sherlock shit's really impressive, you know that?"
"What do you think you're doing, Jason?" Bruce asked with an exasperated breath.
"Putting all the pieces in place," Jason said, looking over his shoulder at you. He was armored, so a vase to the head seemed like a way to piss him off. So you just listened to his conversation with whom you could only assume was Bruce.
"It makes things a bit more complicated than you know. Especially if he finds out you've done this."
"I'm counting on it. He's our other guest of honor, after all," he smirked, hanging up. He seemed very satisfied with himself, plopping back down on the sofa. You gave him a steely calm leer.
"He's gonna kill you when he finds out."
"Nah, I don't think Golden Boy's got it in 'im," he said matter of factly. You didn't doubt he would, but there was something in his tone that made you uneasy. He knew something.
(Part 10)
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Fifteen Minutes
I was tagged by the lovely @peyton-warren for this amazing writing challenge thought up by @mantorokk-writes.
Title: Fifteen Minutes
Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Word Count: 374
Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.
Warnings: male masturbation, creampie, swearing (gasp!), use of Daddy as a pet name
A/N: And you aren't seeing double, this has been posted before but I wanted it on its own.
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Walter looks at his watch and decides that fifteen minutes is more than enough time to crank out a quick one.
He sets his phone on vibrate and sets it aside. Any other day, he would pull up some kind of something on his phone to watch while he gets in the mood. But with what she was wearing today, he doesn’t need to do much mental gymnastics to get right back there.
He takes his dick out and closes his eyes to think about her.
He imagined her sitting in his lap, her black denim skirt riding up her thick brown thighs. The sound of her fishnet tights ripping as he tore a hole in the crotch of them was music to his ears. His dick was already out, full, and sitting up out of his open jeans.
He would reach down between them and make the head of his dick nice and wet with her juices as she moaned in his ear. Sliding inside, they both his at the tight squeeze. He grabs her hips and begins to move her in a slow and steady rhythm up and down his length. Her arms around his neck and her hands in his hair leave her lips to connect with his.
He loves when her hands are in his hair. Her little obsession drives him wild.
He grabs a handful of her ass before smacking it loudly. Growling into her mouth as she answers with a moan.
“Oh, fuck, Princess. You feel so fucking good, babygirl.”
“Fuck, Daddy, you feel even better.”
He begins to move his hips, fucking up into her tight pussy as she takes everything she gives him.
“Daddy, come inside me. Give me a baby, Daddy. Please, fuck a baby into me.”
He thinks he hears wrong at first but the way she keeps saying it has him realizing he did in fact hear correctly. His hips stutter as he can feel his balls tighten.
“Have my kids, Princess. I’m gonna make you a Mommy…ugh, fuck!”
He can feel every spurt of cum as his dick shoots deep inside her.
His eyesight is struggling as he comes back to himself. His hand and sweater were covered in thick, creamy ropes.
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It was after her twentieth orgasm that she knew that she had fucked up
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I was reading @thirstnotes Rivals to Lovers with Clark Kent Fanfic and it inspired me to quickly draw this, thank you.
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COFFER OF LOVE By Gitanjli Mridul
Coffer of LoveBidding bye the bedouinUnstoppable questTiring tempest of thoughtsIn the desert of mindUnquenchable thirstNot an oasis nearbyMere mesmerizing mirageClothes are tatteredDishevelled hairEyes languorous !Heart venturesTo look into the past alleysWhere there were dreamsOf iridescent coloursSearch for you were onHide and seek was theFavourite pastimeBut the welkin was vicious There are…
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| Rivals to Lovers with Clark Kent |
Summary: Just mindless jabbering about mild “Enemies to Lovers” with Clark Kent for @ramp-it-up . It’s not a story, per se, but this one’s for you, homie. Merry New Year lol
Warnings: Ramblings, opinions, jokes, attempts at humor, morally gray Clark, smut, NSFW eventually (not this part tho) so per usual, minors DNI, typos probably, poor writing (but if you don’t like it, don’t read it)
Pairings: Clark Kent x BlackAFABReader
You’ve been at the Daily Planet a little bit longer than Clark, so you knew the ropes before Golden Boy graced you all with his presence
You were a bad bitch, able to cover some of the toughest exclusives. From Bruce Wayne to Static Shock himself
But he started scooping you left and right and it was tap-dancing on your last nerve. But you respected how he was able to somehow get the story
You secretly thought he had to be Superman
Bc frfr the man was swole
“Scooped again,” you huffed quietly, packing your bag for the day, eyes flickering to the team congratulating Clark Probably-Superman-Because-What-Reporter-Has-A-Body-Like-That-Kent. You spotted him approaching from the corner of your eye and looked up with an enthusiastic smile.
“Well well. Congrats again, Clark.”
His dashing smirk grew a bit and he dipped his head with a laugh. “Thanks. You almost sounded like you meant it this time. The smile? Nice touch.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” you sassily agreed, a little proud of your own performance and he laughed. You looked out at the office. “Well anyway. Your adoring public awaits.”
“C’mon, YN, we’re going out to celebrate. Have a drink on me.”
He was always really sweet. That was one of the things that kinda bothered you. He was perfect. Funny, gorgeous, smart and a hell of a journalist. You couldn’t even have a serious rivalry with him because he was just genuinely a nice dude.
It was a rivalry you both enjoyed, because you could sass each other on a professional level and still have lunch and debate topics civilly (most of the time) with a mutual respect
Loathe as you were to admit it, you had a lot in common
“Can’t. I have things to do.”
“I promise not to brag much,” he joked, his arms folding expectantly. You rolled your eyes and mimicked his pose, shifting the weight in your hips.
“Clark, as much as I’d love to pour-have a drink on you, I actually have a life outside of The Daily Planet Crew-Heeeey, Luke!”
Clark’s eyes followed yours to the man perched in the doorway. You lit up so much at seeing him, Clark looked back at you with a judgy smirk but you ignored him.
“Hey, you need a ride to class?” Luke asked, looking between you and Clark, who perked up.
“Class?”
“Yeah, no, we do a cooking class together. International Cuisines over on West and Central. You should check it out,” Luke explained and Clark looked moderately impressed.
“Oh! I didn’t know you two were. Are you datin-“
“Oh, um,” you started.
“No, no, no,” he gargled out at the same time and Clark looked between you slowly.
“I mean, it is a couple’s only class, but, like, between us, we kinda fudged the details a little bit when we signed up,” you admitted, your embarrassment growing. It was enough that your secret alone time with the hot photographer was being revealed to Mr. Perfect, but to hear Luke so vehemently refute the implication that you were his girlfriend. In front of him. Of all people. It was too much. You swallowed your feelings and kept it together. “Anyway, yeah, I’ll ride over with you.”
With that Luke continued down the hall to the darkroom. You exhaled and and pulled your bag onto your shoulder.
“Not a word.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Clark smirked, rolling his lips, to keep from laughing at the juicy interaction he just witnessed. He watched you lock up and leave, that annoying shit-eating smirk on his ridiculously handsome face ever present. You knew he was judging you. Like Damn woman, I knew you were thirsty, but this is next level.
Not like he had room to judge. Lois Lane could wear his balls as a necklace and he’d thank her for her time and energy. You had to respect the hustle, however, because he was just as shameless as you were to get next to his boo. You weren’t mad at that. The struggle was real. Today, however, was a major blow to your pride and progress and honestly you didn’t even know why you even bothered getting into the car, let alone slog through another class next to a man who clearly didn’t see you as anything but a fwb. The benefit being that you were a woman he could finesse a cooking class with.
You were way too fine to be used like that
You knew that
But in a way you were using him to be in the class too. It had limited seats and if word got out that you two weren’t a couple, you’d be put out for sure, so, annoyed and lukewarm (I said what I said) as you were on him now, you were trapped in this one-sided arrangement for now
But damn. Pretending was hard. When that man smiled at you over a perfectly cooked plate of crullers that you both worked hard to make…Hoooo. You were goo. It was pitiful. You hated it, but there you were. Laughing at his corny ass jokes. Joking back. Completely ignoring how he threw your potential relationship under the bus earlier that day. The laughter died down and eventually it was just you two in the car. Him driving you home.
“Hey, you remember when Clark thought we were dating?” you asked, hoping to work around to a genuine conversation about the two of you.
“Woah right? That was close. I mean, not that you aren’t attractive. You’re gorgeous, of course.”
“Of course,” you smirked saucily, chest fluttering at the blatant compliment he was giving. But the other half of you was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“But.”
There it was.
He hesitated, as if trying to find the words. He hazarded a glance your way. “Between us, Lois and I have been dating for a little bit.”
You then throat chopped him, causing him to swerve sharply, sending the car into a spin-out off the nearest bridge, thus killing you both and sparing you the humiliating dread of realizing you wasted your time simping over some dude that Lois Fuckin Lane had already secured between her legs ages ago
Just kidding. That didn’t happen, but you were damn sure thinking about it right then
You were truly at a loss. You were a top flight journalist, you should’ve picked up on it. Something. Anything. Sure, they hung out a bit between meetings, but you all did. Then again, they did spend more than a little time at each other’s desks, smiling and talking. Grabbing lunch or coffee for each other. But you thought it was business. You and Clark did that for each other all the time. Maybe you just ignored the signs.
“Oh. Shit. That’s-That’s great! Is it getting serious?” you asked, kicking yourself for the filler question. He took a deep breath.
“I think so. I mean, it’s going pretty well. I wish I knew what was going on in her mind.”
“Well I’m not gonna spy for you, if that’s what you’re working around to,” you joked hollowly, the sinking pain in your chest making you feel sick and stupid. He laughed and you forced yourself to as well.
“Man, that’s cold,” he chortled and it gave you a petty bit of satisfaction.
“That’s life.*”
‘Biotch’.*
“That’s what people say,” he joked back, quoting the song. Though while he was riding high in April, it was you that was shot down in May. You were relieved when you saw home, nearly opening the door while the car was still in motion. You couldn’t wait to get inside and have a nice hot bath and a stiff drink.
Usually that was your time to unwind and read in the warm candlelight, or even touch yourself, if you felt so inclined to do so, but tonight, you weren’t feeling anything. Much less yourself.
You couldn’t help but think about how Clark was coping with all this. Provided he even knew. You could see him, the absolute Labrador of a man, reduced to nothing me than a kicked puppy at the news of his beloved Lois dating anybody that wasn’t him
Part of you was hoping he was Superman, so he could freak out and smack the shit out of Luke for doing this to you. Well. The petty part of you was kinda hoping
It wasn’t anybody’s fault, you knew that, but you just wanted to feel less like a fool and more like the confident woman you woke up as that morning
The next time you saw Clark, you debated not telling him anything, but you weren’t willing to let anybody go out the way you did. So eventually, over coffee, you broke it to him casually
“I know.”
“S’cuse me?”
“That they’re dating? I already know that,” he said, adding more coffee to his mug to make it less sweet. He was either taking this remarkably well, or he was playing it off like he was totally fine. Which would add amazing acting to his already impressive list of things he could do well.
“Then why are you still fawning all over Lois like it’s Single’s Weekend?”
He laughed with a shrug. “They’re dating, not married. She could change her mind.”
Part of you felt a small spark jolt through you. You always imagined Clark the traditional type. But there he was literally—openly—declaring war on your crush. Threatening to steal his bae.
“Oh. Okay. My bad.”
Part of you was cheering for him to.
(Part 2)
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| Rivals To Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Ten - Competitive Clark, (Feat. Bruce Wayne)|
Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackCurvyReader
Warnings: possessive Clark, jealous Clark, Clark Kent in love, Petty Clark, "Morals? What Morals?" Clark, language, smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, mild exhibitionism, general pettiness, oral, Dark Manipulative Bruce, pure nonsense and rambling thoughts tbh, thirst
If you don't like it, don't read it.
"Hooking up" with Bruce and "fake dating" Clark had you feeling a little bit like Archie
Yeah the redhead in the comics and that one CW adaptation
Except your Betty and Veronica were tall, hot, unusually fit men that felt the need to be quietly petty
Like you hadn’t notice
"Bruce!" you squealed with a laugh as his lips attacked your neck. Penthouses were a new source of entertainment ever since that man entered your life.
He was very insistent upon them
Maybe it was just that rich dude life
Maybe he was constantly trying to impress you
Maybe he just liked to fuck you against the window without any repercussions
At the moment, however, he was very insistent upon being cute on the balcony with you
You never pictured Bruce being warm and fuzzy, but he'd surprised you many times before
Besides. You liked seeing this side of him
"Y/N," he purred back, broad hands smoothing past the silky opening of your robe. You slid your hands over his and pulled them back out, during which he used the leverage to weave his fingers with yours.
"Will you stop tryna show the metropolitan area all my goodies?"
"If they were able to see you, I'd have you inside," he hummed back with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and pecked his lips.
"Maybe they can. I know people that fly news choppers."
Not to mention people that can fly without the use of a helicopter.
"Aren't you shy all of a sudden," he purred up at you, his eyes holding yours with an unspoken knowledge that made you feel more exposed that you wanted to admit. "It's kind of cute."
You stuck your tongue out at him and he touched the tip of his to it. You scrunched your nose at him and he laughed before attacking your neck with kisses again.
You had no way of knowing Clark was watching
You also had no idea he was beyond head over heels with obsessing over you
You were getting ya groove on, Stella
Bruce just be petty
Anyway. Clark was just as bad.
"Hey Bruce," you fumbled out, trying your best to ignore the sexy superhuman making a meal of you.
"Busy?" he asked, the intentional question missing you entirely as your focus was on Clark's warm, swirling tongue tickling your clit.
"I...not particularly," you said, your eyes meeting his. A smirk played at his lips, eyes rolling back to his work. He'd absolutely heard him and he was being pretty petty about it. Particularly when he'd deliberately sucked the sensitive bud of your clit into his mouth just as you were responding.
"Odd. I thought Kent would be hovering around you like he always is," was Bruce's snide reply, though it was Clark's light snort that made you laugh a bit.
"You sound a little jealous," you taunted lightly, aiming the comment at the both of them. Clark's eyes cut up to you again and he pulled back with an intentionally obnoxious smack that made you bite your lip and hope your phone didn't pick that up.
"I am a little bit. He seems a bit taken with you," Bruce laughed softly. It took all in you not to swallow your tongue when Clark had shifted to press his thick shaft through your folds.
"You think so?" you exhaled casually, glaring weakly at him as he loomed above your face, arm resting above your head.
He was so fuckin petty
His eyes held yours as he swept into you with smooth, deep thrusts, warm, dry lips dipping to peck yours every now and then. It was too fuckin good to feel bad about the pout in Bruce's voice.
"You're right. Maybe I am a little envious since he gets to be with you all the time."
"Valid. But you know, you're worrying an awful lot for somebody who's not my boyfriend either," you purred with a cute laugh, though it was more from Clark's lips brushing yours. His hand shifted your leg to angle over his as your hips rocked together. It felt like a reward.
Bruce let out another breathy laugh and you felt a little guilty for how much it turned you on. Especially when Clark started quietly competing for your attention by nibbling on your neck.
These fuckin men
"Is that an invitation?" he purred at you, leaving a pause for you to take for your own use.
"...Are you asking for it to be?" you swallowed, the delicious pressure of familiar pressure building steadily as Clark picked up his pace. You felt him throbbing inside you, probably just as excited as you were about your naughty antics. Of course he was getting off to the fantasy of fuckin Bruce over.
"Answering a question with a question. Touché."
"I'm ruthless, remember?" you laughed, testing the waters on both ends with yet another sassy question. In truth, you were trying to swallow the groan that was working its way into your throat. Because Clark's thrusts were greedy now. You quietly gasped when one of his thrusts hit a particularly sensitive spot. You were really getting the sense that he wanted you to hang up now.
"I noticed. Why else would you be gasping and groaning in my ear like that?” You paused, your blood running a bit cold.
"I'm not judging you for using your toys, but to do it when I can't touch you. That's low," he continued, light humor and longing in his voice.
You swallowed, eyes meeting Clark's. You knew he'd heard that. The wicked smirk was evident enough. The way your body reacted made you hate yourself. It felt entirely too fuckin good.
"I...Um. I'll talk to you later."
"...Do you have to?"
You paused, thumb so close to the red phone on your screen.
You could've pretended not to hear him.
Just could've hit the damn button and hang up
But nooooo
"Bruce Wayne. Are you telling me to touch myself to the sound of your voice?"
"That too far?" he asked, amused. Clark stroked you idly now, carefully studying your reaction. He made you sick sometimes.
"Can't lie. It's kinda hot," you said aloud, though you weren't certain who you were even talking to at that point, but both seemed to be very pleased by your reply. Clark kissed your neck with lingering pecks, destroying your train of thought. "What are you doing right now?"
"About to go into a meeting," he said casually, the background voices testament to his claim.
"You're incorrigible."
"You haven't hung up yet," he purred, the smirk evident in his voice.
Your eyes rolled shut. You were already starting to tighten around the Dick of Steel. You weren't gonna last much longer if they both kept this up.
"You're gonna be late."
"Then cum or hang up."
You wanted to smack him
Well
It was kinda adorable and hot
Clark's strokes slowed to a dangerous crawl, the tingling pressure of being on the edge rising in your loins. You tried to buck a bit to make him speed up, but his hips held you in place. You were gonna die. You let out a frustrated laugh.
"Well?" Bruce said, his tone matching the daring look Clark was giving you. The dangerous look in his eyes making you throb. You swallowed, giving him quiet permission to keep going.
"I...."
You let out an audible gasp when he pressed deeper into you, the wave of edging enhancing every roll of his hips into yours. A friction that was steadily increasing in speed. He was eager. Needy. Starving.
You couldn't lie. So were you.
It didn't take him any time at all to have you making desperate, wanton sounds. Gasping and groans that you barely recognized as your own slid past your lips as you clung to him, hanging on for dear life as he pounded you mercilessly into the mattress. There was absolutely no chill. Just pure 100% concentrated pettiness.
You knew it was to make a point. Without even saying it, he was laying claim to your pussy. It was his. He knew this. You knew this.
The lady in 2B in the apartment below probably knew it at this point...and she wore a hearing aid.
You were gonna have to apologize for that later
With wine
The mattress squeaked unforgivingly beneath you, making you briefly wonder about the integrity of your bedframe, but that soon left your head when it all hit you at once.
A pleased hum shook from your throat as he rode you through your orgasm, chasing his own. Your body twitched a bit from over stim, but you didn't want him to stop. He was making you see stars.
Bruce breathed a small, breathy laugh, reminding you he was still there. "I liked that more than I'm willing to admit."
He sounded a little frustrated
But your mind was still dizzy with ecstasy
You barely even registered what he said while Clark was filling you to the brim
These fuckin men
"I know you did," you gasped out with a satisfied laugh, laughing a bit louder when Clark rolled so that you were resting on top of him. He smiled up at you, pecking your lips gently. "Now go to work."
"I will when I see you this weekend," he smirked, hanging up before you could respond.
Fuckin Bruce
Clark rolled his eyes, but he was too damn smirky to take seriously
Afterwards, you saw him off before having a quiet day to yourself, having a nice hot bubble bath and catching up with on your favorite shows.
Your phone started ringing and vibrating, prompting you to get up with a smirky groan. You weren't sure which one was calling, but.
But.
The masked man in your room, holding your phone was neither of them.
"Let's go for a little ride."
(Part 9)
(Part 11)
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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Four - Jealous Clark |
pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x a little bit of some Bruce Wayne
warnings: more rambling, more thirst, a little bit of awkward, sass, attempts at humor, typos, language, morally gray Clark, jealous Clark
If you don't like it, don't read it. But a quick second for those of you that have hung in there with me this far: I appreciate the love and comments. Seriously, I thought this was gonna be a simple and silly thank you fic for @ramp-it-up--dope writer btw, go check her out when you get the time--who answered my asks in perhaps the best way possible, but it's turned into a chaos series of rambling thoughts and awkward thirst and ngl it's really fun writing a problematic Clark with an equally problematic reader.
In short: I don't think I'm much of a writer, and I promise ya'll that's okay, but thank ya'll for reading and liking and reblogging my raggedy nonsense anyway
(Also I don't write nearly enough to tag people or to do a tag list, but I'll do it just this once bc I never got that kinda request before. Here you go, @glitterandgoldfinds 💖)
“I heard you and Y/N are dating?”
Clark smirked, dusting bagel crumbs off his shirt as he finished his breakfast. “Where’d you hear that?”
“I won’t even entertain the question.”
“Right. The award winning Lois Lane always has the story.”
There was a quiet pause on her end. It was a bit hard to discern as he tried to tune out the bustling sounds of the coffeehouse around him. From the sound of it, she was making coffee. He finally picked up on her laughter approaching the phone. “You should do my PR.”
“Busy, unfortunately. Gunning for your job, in fact.”
She laughed again. “I can tell. Anyway, Luke tells me you’re gonna try the cooking class too?”
“Yeah we are,” he said, now picking out an assorted mix of your favorite donuts. He heard a lower tone in the background and a light smack that had her giggling. He rolled his eyes.
“Oooh we? Sounds kinda serious,” she hummed, giving him an invitation to volunteer more information.
“No comment.”
He heard a male’s voice in the background again. Obviously Luke. It was too distorted to understand, but he was certain it was annoying.
“Hmm,” she purred, sounding like she was following up with a small sip, “Maybe I should pump Y/N for the details.”
She wasn’t joking. She was almost as relentless and nosy as you were to get the facts.
You could definitely hold your own, but he just didn’t need the headache.
He paid for the donuts with a light laugh. “We just got started, I wouldn’t call the reverend.”
“No, but it’s kinda a huge scoop. Maybe I should make this the next cover story,” she taunted saucily, making him laugh a little louder.
“Hilarious. You know, jealousy’s not a good look on you, Lo’,” he sassed back, checking the time. She snickered on the other end.
“Not jealous, just surprised. Y/N’s a pretty hard sell. How’d you land her?”
He left and casually held the door for an elderly couple, eyes on your building two stoplights down. “Just. Lucky, I guess.”
Lois hummed in agreement. “You do have a flair for luck that I’ll never understand.”
He laughed, dipping his head modestly and picking out a table to sit at in the outdoor dining area. You probably weren’t awake just yet, as evident by your phone going straight to voicemail, so he decided to give it 30 minutes or so. “I guess it’s a matter of perception.”
“Clark...Mmh…Clark…”
He paused. It was a whisper. Your fevered gasps that pierced his ears through all the clamoring of the waking city. It was a cry for him. Falling from your lips. It switched something on in him.
“Mmh…yes. Please…I deserve it,” you groaned through needy gasps. What the fuck were you doing to yourself that had you sounding like that?
A soft vibration accompanied you and his mind nearly shut off. You were thinking about him...while you were...Fuck.
“So anyway, see you in class?”
He blinked, his thoughts interrupted. Lois continued on the other end, completely oblivious to any of it. Something about Luke’s pictures or some shit. He didn’t really care. Which was truly a first. He took a small breath.
“Yeah. Sorry. Signal broke up,” he lied, trying to gather his thoughts, “Call you back.”
"Everything okay?" she asked, a little concerned at his detached tone.
He snapped out of it, eyes falling to the stoplight that changed to red.
He licked his dry lips. He did need to stop.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm just almost to her place."
"Ooooh, I see. Well don't let me hold you up."
He could've told her "It's not like that, I'm just bringing breakfast"
He could've worked it around to say "Nah, I like the company."
Anything that came out of his lips next would've been another step closer to stealing her away from her mediocre boyfriend
But instead
He exhaled a low, breathy laugh. "Thanks. Later."
He barely registered hanging up. You'd finished quickly, the soft puffs of your breath fading from his senses just as quickly as they came. That was a sucker punch to his health. He wondered if he could wager just a peek. Just one. Through a few thin walls.
He could just imagine you there, muscles still tense, gradually relaxing, honey-soaked thighs sliding down your sheets, your panties ruined--provided you were wearing any. He took a deep breath. Granted you were his girlfriend--fake or no--you were his friend first.
No peeking. Not yet anyway.
Your shower kicked on and he nearly audibly groaned. You were making it really hard to be a gentleman.
Impossible.
He let his morals slip a little as his view of your apartment faded to the interior, eyes curiously peering into your world. He'd never been up there before. Your decorations revealed a bit more to him than he knew. Your awards and achievements were framed above your work area. He’d recognized a good portion of them. From Fresh New Journalist, to Journalist of the year—two years in a row, around which were framed pictures of you with all the members of your team at some point or another.
It made him smile a bit when he saw that you actually saved the picture of the you and him after losing the office paintball game, both of you splattered with yellow. A color you sarcastically quipped complimented his eyes. His chest pounded when he thought about how cute you were, dusting paint out of his hair, standing on your tiptoes. Jokingly reminding him that it was his fault your position was given away because he was so damn tall. It made him laugh. You always made him laugh.
Shit.
Had it always been you?
No, he’d known Lois far longer, and was in love all the way. But somewhere along the line, you’d sneaked in and hit him with your jokes, your wit, your smile… Dammit Y/N.
Almost as if summoned, you emerged from your bathroom, wrapped in a towel and his eyes darkened a bit, sliding along your curves in the terrycloth.
He could feel his face heating up a bit; this was wrong. He knew that. But he was too curious to stop now. A bead of water caught his attention--a stray drop from your soaked curls that framed your pretty face as you rifled through your drawer. it ran down your chest in a jagged pattern before disappearing into the darkness of your cleavage.
This was so wrong.
You looked so content. So...satisfied. He felt his body tense when you loosened your towel, ready to drop it for the cute floral lingerie you'd pulled out. He swallowed heavily, his eyes dropping just as the towel fell from your chest.
He couldn't. You weren't his. Not yet anyway
Call him a bit of a sentimental sap, but he didn't wanna spoil the surprise.
He ran a hand over his face, glancing at his phone, trying to figure out how to proceed.
So eventually
There he was
Like a soothsaying sex goblin, he was standing in front of your building with donuts
You suddenly felt a wave of panic wash over you
Like if "I LOOK A MESS" was a feeling
Which. As far as you knew, it was, but you'd never say something so cliche aloud.
Besides, as far as effortlessly sexy went that morning, you were ahead of the game
Also you were too lazy to change. Clark was unexpectedly intruding into your space. He was just gonna have to deal
If you were petty, you'd admit that it was a great excuse to show him the ass he was missing out on bc the lounge shorts clinging to you right then were practically screaming "Lemme sit on that face for an hour or two"
But you weren't petty
"Oh wow, is this what they call a full service boyfriend?" you joked with a grateful hum, your interest fully directed at the donuts he'd brought.
Unfortunately, you missed the absolute shameless way homeboy took in your scent
Like he was smelling his favorite pastry
He couldn't understand it
He didn't wanna try
All he knew was that a new fixation was forming and unlike Lois, you were already half his
The sweet smell of something cinnamon-y wafted from you. Body wash or lotion or something. His eyes followed you as you strolled into your kitchen, and set the box down. Your hair was still a little damp, pulled back into a curly bun. Cute.
“Something like that. I thought I’d drive you to class to make up for last night."
“Oh yeah,” you remembered with a laugh, “Drunk texts? What were you up to last night?”
“It was a hell of a night, believe me,” he said, making his way to your sofa, seeming to want to leave it at that. As badly as you wanted to pry, you let it go.
“Well anyway, we don’t have class today.”
“Oh. Well what do you wanna do today?”
You gave him a strange look. “What? Offering to hang out with your fake girlfriend for the day? What happened to Take No Prisoners I’ll Take Your Girl Clark Kent?”
“He’s off for the day,” he said, rolling his eyes. He did that a lot with you. You laughed, successfully working his nerves.
“Damn. I was hoping to ask him for some pointers,” you said, sarcastically snapping your fingers. He eyed you as you moved past to clean your mess.
Damn you hit different in pajama shorts.
Focus, Clark. His eyes flickered to the television. Rather to the assorted bouquet on your television stand. It was rather extravagant, the stems and petals covering the edge of the screen obnoxiously. A gold card was in a black holder sticking out from it and he was curious about the sender.
“Pointers about?”
“I have an interview/dinner date with with Bruce Tall-Dark-and-Broody Wayne tonight and truth be known, my man’s kinda hot.”
If you only knew how broody he was, he thought to himself, feeling a familiar bit of nagging jealousy tugging at him. “He send the bouquet?”
“Yeah. Aren’t they gorgeous? Somehow he found out about my favorite flowers. The man’s mafia, I’m certain of it,” you joked, completely missing the pointed stare he was giving your flowers.
What do you know? Suddenly got an opening in my schedule
How about dinner, 8:00 at La Mercerie?
It paid to have X-ray vision.
In this case, though, it left a bad taste in his mouth. You were going out on a date with Bruce Wayne. What the shit?
“What's the story?” he asked patiently, his eyes plastered on the tv now, not registering a single bit of what was showing onscreen.
“The 30th annual Wayne Concert Commemoration? It’s one of the other stories that I got bumped to cover since you scooped me on the whole Nightwing thing, remember?” you said, feigning a bitter tone that made him smile again.
“All that salt’s gonna raise your blood pressure.”
You looked pleasantly surprised at the clap back, whirling to face him with your hand—and a soapy spatula—on your hips. So fuckin cute. “Okay. Farmboy’s got jokes. I gotchu next time, though. This story’s gonna be great.”
“I dunno. A concert story doesn’t sound too exciting,” he continued, a small smirk twitching at his lips. In truth, his emotions were swirling. If he didn’t joke, he might’ve actually have tried to convince you not to go.
“I’ll think of something. So watch your ass Kent.”
"I will," he resigned with a small smirk.
He’d much rather watch yours, to be honest, admiring the light way it jiggled when you shifted your weight to your other leg, your focus back on the dishes.
Fuckin focus, Clark.
Bruce Wayne was dangerous. In more ways than one. The Dark Knight persona was, of course, but somehow Bruce himself was even more dangerous. Bruce Wayne was a handsome billionaire. A playboy. Plus, for all the good he’d done, he was still a marked man with a hell of a lot of enemies. Enemies that would hurt you to get to him. Even if you were just a fling.
Which you weren’t gonna be. Were you? One of his knuckles popped. How long had his fists been clenched? His mouth went a bit dry again.
“Do you have something to drink?” he asked suddenly and you looked at him blankly. What were you thinking about? He’d obviously snapped you out of some deep thought. You always had that look when someone interrupted your train of thought at work. You were also usually kind of grouchy when that happened, but you just gave him a lopsided smile. Which somehow made it worse. Your good mood was beginning to bug him.
“Oh! Yeah! Sorry. Help yourself,” you said, nodding to the fridge. He tentatively did as he was told, spotting some sodas in the door and deciding to grab one. He needed a drink. Ideally one with a sting stronger than a Dr. pepper, but he’d just have to take the L. It wasn’t like he could get drunk anyway.
“I was just thinking,” you said, drying your hands on your towel.
Oh fuckin finally
He needed wanted to know what was swimming through that devious mind of yours
“We can go wander around the park a bit if you want. It’s right next to the shopping center, so I can pick up a cute outfit while I’m there. You know, multitask.”
“Works for me,” he said, pretending the soda is what gave him such a stale tone.
“Sweet, lemme go get dressed,” you said with a pleasant smile. He couldn’t lie, the sudden image of you slipping out of those clothes did flash across his mind multiple times that morning, and he wanted nothing more than to tell you to forget Wayne and stay in all night with your boyfriend.
Which he wasn’t
Not for real
But he was most certainly on your mind
He knew that much
It wasn't Bruce's name coming from your mouth
Yet...
(Part 5)
(Part 3)
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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Two - Steal Your Girl Clark |
Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedReader
Warnings: language, shameless shenanigans, typos, morally gray Clark, thirst, attempts at humor, angst, smut later, minors DNI, you use me I use you dynamic, she fell hard he fell harder tropey goodness
Ya’ll know the drill: If you don’t like it, don’t read it
“So let me get this straight. You want me to help you nab Lois from Luke?” you asked, enjoying the coffeehouse ambiance. It was one of your favorite spots. Kissing up Clark was one of your favorite Clarks. Second only to Hot, Steal Your Girl Clark.
“Pretty much,” he said, watching you quietly enjoy your favorite coffee and baked treat. He opted for a simple black coffee. All business.
“What did you have in mind? Make Lois jealous by making her think you’re dating me?” you laughed, pinching off another piece of your pastry, “I might not be an expert, but if she started dating another dude while you were both single, chances are she’s not gonna care if you’re dating somebody.”
His expression never faltered, smirk still in place on his stupidly handsome face. “Believe me, I know she will. People tend to want things they can’t have.”
For once he took a sip and it was your turn to try and figure him out. Since when was Mr. Do Everything Right into passive aggressive manipulation and scheming?
“That include you?”
His eyes pierced yours much like they did when he announced his intent in the first place. “Especially me.”
You shook off the shiver it gave you.
“Yeah but me though? Shouldn’t you be asking Wonder Woman or somebody? I heard y’all are tight,” you sassed, unknowingly making his body tense a bit at the phrasing. You were, of course, talking about his recent story with the Princess that he had managed to scoop from under you yet again. Perry said it was written like they were old friends, to which Clark had responded that it was like talking to an old friend. Still, you didn’t realize how closely that hit home for him. How dangerously close you were to putting two and two together.
You were very clever. He’d always liked that about you.
Unbeknownst to you, while you slurped down your snack:
Clark thought you were a snack
He thinks this is a ploy to get Lois, but tbh he sealed his fuckin fate asking you to be his fake girlfriend. We all know this. Don’t act surprised. Or do. I’m not the boss of you
“She was busy,” he sassed back and you rolled your eyes with a sarcastic laugh.
“Mmhm.”
“Besides. I’m sure seeing you in another man’s arms might wake something up in Ol’ Luke.” Ol’Luke. The way he said it, you’d thought it left a bad taste in his mouth. Understandable. You weren’t feeling Lois too deep either. Still, you had to laugh again. Luke did not want you. He’d had plenty of chances, but he dove under Lois Lane first chance he got.
“Mmhm,” you hummed again, swallowing another bite.
He watched you suck some fritter icing from the heel of your hand casually as you read a message that had popped up on your phone, eyes fixed on the warm muscle running across your bottom lip in satisfaction. You were absolutely adorable. Messy and comfortable with him. Eating like he wasn’t even there asking you a question that would throw most women. But you just laughed at the idea.
Now, however, you were frowning at your phone. His eyes curiously flickered from it to you.
“This bitch just—“ you said, taking a deep breath and regaining your composure.
“What happened?” Clark asked with a frown of his own now. You paused, trying to keep from flipping the table in front of you. You were raised better than that. After a couple of taps of reply, you dropped your phone to the table.
“Luke just messaged me. He’s gonna take Lois to the cooking class from now on.”
You chewed on your lip and picked apart the paper wrapper that held the devoured fritter that was now turning sour in your stomach. You hated everything. Life. This town. That job. The class. Luke. Lois. Clark looking at you like he felt sorry for you. You hated it all. Especially the fact that Clark was there for what was one of the lowest lows you’d ever experienced.
“It’s stupid,” not really giving much of a shit anymore, since it was all being blown open anyway, “I know we weren’t even dating, but it feels like a breakup, you know?”
He quietly listened to your rant, taking the opportunity to drink his coffee. Truthfully, the hurt in your voice destroyed him; it took everything in him not to crush the cup in his hand. Sure you were abrasive, but amidst all the back and forth, a friendship blossomed between you. One close enough that made him want to crush Luke’s windpipe for doing you dirty like that. It was abhorrent. He liked to think the man was more decent than that, but clearly not. He swallowed, ready to leave you be and call the whole thing off, but your eyes met his again.
“Fuck it. Let’s do this.”
“What? You sure?” he asked, obviously thrown. You wiped a stray tear threatening to fall, righteous petty anger bubbling beautifully to the surface.
“Yeah. There’s no way I’m losing my slot in class because he decided to downgrade. No offense.”
He shrugged awkwardly, an amused smirk returning to his face.
You went back to his place to discuss the rules
Insert montage featuring “Bad Guy” by Billie Eilish
Because every good scheme deserves a great soundtrack
Anyway
Rule 1: Feed off of each other’s energy
“Meaning?”
“Like a dance. I lead a little, you lead a little,” he elaborated, rounding you closely, erasing your personal space completely. He slipped his hand in yours and turned to gaze down at you. You stood your ground, eyes flickering from his to his soft, warm lips. You just knew they were. Absolute traps. You pressed two fingers against them when he came closer.
“Which brings me to rule two.”
Rule 2: No kissing unless the situation calls for it
“What qualifies as the situation calling for it?” he asked with an amused smirk. You pulled back and sat on the arm of his couch while he went to grab a couple of drinks from the fridge.
“I dunno. Like if people are watching us be all lovey dovey and expect a kiss? Kiss. Mistletoe is a traditional obligation. Also New Years.”
“Exactly how long do you see us carrying on this charade?” he laughed, handing you a Coke.
“I like to plan ahead. Point is, you’ll know it when you see it,” you said snapping it open with a bottle opener. He simply twisted his off.
“Okay, damn, Superman, careful with that brute strength.”
He laughed at the irony of the comparison, dipping his head modestly. “Anyway.”
Rule 3: Chemistry
“We have pretty good chemistry as it is,” you pointed out, taking a swig of your drink, practically straddling the arm of his couch now. His eyes quietly acknowledged your point—and your position.
“True enough. We’ve got arguing down. But, to tell you the truth, I don’t tend to argue with my lovers at every turn.”
“Really? You mean you don’t bring that out in every woman you meet?”
He rolled his eyes at you. “Shocking, I know. C’mere.”
You heaved a puff of air and set your drink down, lazily climbing off your comfortable post and approaching him. His broad hands captured your hips and pulled you the remaining distance to him, his eyes still in yours. You fell against him with a soft “oof”. A sound you weren’t familiar with. At least not tumbling from your lips.
“You okay?”
“After being manhandled? Yeah I think I can deal,” you joked, hands on his broad, hard, chest.
Seriously, what did this man do? Eat boulders every morning?
He was Superman
He had to be
You never saw them in the same room together. I mean.
It was possible
“Y/N,” he softly reprimanded, his grip around your hips firming a bit. It was kinda sexy. You liked chemistry training.
“Sorry, you’re just so easy,” you laughed, mostly at the irony at using the word “easy”. Since you were the one melting in his arms. But if he was gonna use you, you were gonna use him too.
“You’re not gonna quietly let me seduce you, are you?”
“Wow. Okay. Are you seducing me now?” you asked with a surprised hum. He rolled his eyes again.
“To prove a point.”
“You sure you don’t just like feeling me up?”
“You’re gonna give me hell the entire time, aren’t you?”
“You always did know me.”
It was his turn to huff and puff, only he did so with a laugh. He slid his hands a bit lower, nesting in the small of your back. Such a small action shouldn’t have affected you like it did, but you both knew it did.
Shit, Clark had game. Lois was a lucky bitch
Fuck. You were seriously getting a little jealous
You knew this was a bad idea, but it felt so good
Were you that touch starved? You liked to think you weren’t
But right now, you were such a slut for the delicious weight of his hands at the top of your ass
“Chemistry,” he purred—the man purred at you, for Hera’s sake—“isn’t always arguing, L/N.”
“I know that,” you joked, smoothing your hands up his chest and looping them over his shoulders, “It’s just kinda my love language. Well. With you anyway.”
“We have a love language now?” he volleyed back, breath tickling your lips. You opened your mouth, but your back pocket vibrated and interrupted your thought. You paused, common sense smacking you in the back of the head and bringing you back to reality.
“Well, I mean. You know what I mean,” you laughed, turning your head and letting him go to answer it. He let you slip from his grip with a small frown. “Hello?…Yeah, Luke. Whats’ up?”
Your eyes flickered toward Clark, but he wasn’t standing in the same place. You listened to him try to explain his text and how he didn’t have time to call you instead. Or whatever. You couldn’t really register anything when Clark appeared behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, pulling a small purring laugh from you. You were ticklish. He had to make a mental note of that for later.
“Y/N, what are you doing? I was waiting,” he hummed needily in a low tone, mouth beside the receiver. You gawked at him, a bit embarrassed at your shameless interactions assaulting Luke’s ear.
There was a pause on his end. “Oh I’m. Are you busy?”
Before you could answer, Clark scooped the phone from your grasp. “Very.” You audibly gasped as he hung up. You thought you were gonna combust as he set the phone back into your open palm, dumb grin on your face.
“Really? I can’t believe you did that.”
“Take no prisoners,” he smirked, looking very satisfied with himself.
Maybe it wasn’t his place to roast Luke for being an insensitive asshole
But damn it felt good to listen to him choke on his own tongue at the sound of you having more than a little fun on your end.
You both ended the day on that note, things having gotten a bit too high energy for you both. Though Clark seemed even more rejuvenated than normal; he’d even asked if you wanted to order a little dinner in. But in truth, you didn’t trust yourself. Steal Your Girl Clark—rather just Clark Kent himself—was proving to be very problematic indeed. He was charming, funny, awkward yet smooth as Egyptian silk when he wanted to be.
You were trippin’
By trippin, I mean trippin and fallin deep into this farm boy’s arms
He had you
You hated it
It was sick
But he had you and you loved it
Who cared if he was using you to get to Lois?
Right now, you had him and it felt so damn good
(Part 3)
(Part 1)
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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Nine - No Strings Clark |
Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedReader
Warnings: jealous Clark, Clark Kent in love, language, dirty thoughts, typos, more smut eventually, minors DNI, morally gray Clark, a little angst, thirst, mutual pining, fake dating
Ya'll, I've been both busy and unmotivated. I'm so sorry this update took so long. But I hope ya'll enjoy it all the same!
If you don't like it, don't read it.
That night was too satisfying to be real
You were deliciously sore from being in positions you hadn't been in for months
Farm boy had some moves
Sorry
Superman*
You woke to the smell of breakfast. Bacon and coffee specifically. Your tummy rumbled as you rose, running the details of last night through your mind over and over. It was a simple equation, but you just couldn't comprehend it:
Clark wanted you.
+
Clark was Superman.
=
Superman wanted you.
It lingered in your mind as you took a quick shower. What even was this? Had Clark been making a statement, or was he just horny after all the kissing, touching and pretending at class yesterday? You didn't know what to think.
Even if he did have feelings for Lois, what happened last night was clearly an explosion of shared tension between you. It was an explosion of something.
The heavy feeling of irony hit you as you walked quietly up the hall and caught sight of him standing at the stove. It felt so domestic and normal. Which was the last thing you thought a morning with Superman would be.
He didn't look up, but his lips twitched into his usual smirk as he plated the rest of the food.
It was quite the spread
French toast sticks, pancakes, bacon, eggs, donuts from your favorite bakery
It was like he was trying his best to put his best foot forward
It was kind of odd to see him so eager to please someone other than Lois
It almost made you want to forget how annoyed you were with him for not telling you his secret sooner
almost
But you weren't sweating it too much
After all, you understood why
It didn't stop you from being annoyed
But you understood
"I didn't know what you might want, so I made a few options," he said with a shrug, eyes flickering between you and the table.
So cute.
You bit back a laugh, not wanting to seem rude.
"It's...a lot. But it's fine," you half-joked, reaching for a piece of bacon. He watched your reaction quietly, pleased when you hummed in approval and took another bite.
"Sleep well?"
"You tell me," you shot back, rolling your eyes, though your small smirk betraying you. You couldn't stop smiling and you knew he noticed.
"I'd say you did, but I think that'd be bragging to some degree, wouldn't it?" he sassed, pouring some orange juice and adding it to the table.
You laughed as you sat down, a hint of hoarseness in the sound also betraying your reaction.
"Maybe a lil bit. Where'd a nice dude like you learn to use your mouth like that anyway?" you asked, feeling an ache between your thighs at the mention of his mouth.
"The truth? Eating peaches," he laughed saucily, taking a bite of a bagel.
You couldn't help but cackle at that. "Seriously?"
"Mmh. Very similar," he hummed, taking a sip of juice. He paused, as though remembering something important, and dug something from his pocket. Your phone--correction--your cracked phone, was vibrating as he handed it to you.
"Oh shit, I totally forgot," you gasped, inspecting the damage, "Thanks."
Last night was such a blur, you'd forgotten you'd even dropped it
He must have gotten it after you'd fallen asleep.
"Someone's called you three times, back to back," he said, his eyes rolling back to his breakfast, "Gonna assume it's your boyfriend."
You felt your heart leap a bit. It was unclear if it was guilt or excitement. Maybe it was the way he said it. "He's not my boyfriend."
His eyes met yours again. "Does he know that?"
You couldn't confirm to be honest, but you didn’t want him to know that. "I'm pretty sure he does. We never agreed to a relationship."
"I'm no expert, but I think tickets to Prague is a pretty solid step in that direction," he said, sipping water this time. You gawked at him with an astonished laugh.
"Okay, Mr. Man of Steel. First of all. No more using your powers to spy on me."
"Noted," he said, arms folded, smirk still solidly in place. It wasn't a confirmation that he wasn't going to, but at least he knew it annoyed you. He watched you patiently for the next item on the list and you scrounged your brain to find it.
"Second. Bruce is not my boyfriend." He rolled his eyes at that, but you continued anyway. "Even if I do go to Prague with him."
"Whatever helps you sleep," he laughed again with a skeptical snort that irked you.
“I- You know what? Why am I even explaining this to you?!”
“Beats me,” he shrugged, getting up and rounding the table. His eyes held yours as he did so, and he seemed a lot like a predator stalking his prey.
You kinda liked it.
He loomed over you, propping his hands on the back of your chair and the edge of the table, dipping in just low enough to hover just beyond your lips. “Maybe you’re getting defensive because you feel like you’re cheating.”
You looked like a goldfish, trying to find your will to argue. At the last minute, as he pulled back with his irritatingly sexy smirk, you’d found it.
“I just-It’s not cheating if I’m not dating anybody.”
He hummed at that, rounding your chair and walking over to the tv to switch it off. "You don't have to convince me. I agree. In fact, I personally feel like the further you are away from that guy, the better.”
You had to wonder why he hated Bruce so much, but you decided against asking, since you probably weren’t going to get a straight answer anyway
Besides, your mind was more preoccupied with how sinful he looked in a simple tee and sweats
“But,” he continued, sitting back across from you, taking another generous sip of water, “I support whatever you wanna do. It’s your life. Whatever you two do is your business.”
“I appreciate that,” you said, glad he wasn’t trying to tell you who you could allow in your life. Because Superman or not, he would’ve caught it. Still, the aesthetic of Clark being jealous made your body simmer with a little bit of excitement.
“That said, whatever happens between us is our business, right?”
He looked at you expectantly and you had an eerie sense of deja vu from when he'd asked you to be his fake girlfriend in the first place.
"I guess."
A chill ran up your spine and your mind raced with many curious thoughts that fought to stay inside.
A few of which had to do with whether he was trying to fuck you purely to annoy Bruce
Or if he legit felt something for you
Then again, what if it were both?
What if Bruce was making him jealous?
In the incredibly slim chance that he liked you beyond being a fuck buddy
It was stressful not knowing
"You have a question," he said, matter-of-factly, eyes lowering to his breakfast again. He ignored the startled look you gave him in favor of another bite of eggs.
"What makes you say that?"
"I just know."
That was an odd thing to hear
But it made sense considering who you were talking to
He was probably used to that kind of thing
But the fact that he knew you so intimately and said as much so nonchalantly, was kind of strange
But also kind of hot
"Okay...Fine. You're right. I do," you said, now suddenly conscious of the occasional thud in your chest. His pretty blue eyes met yours again curiously and you nearly melted. It was your turn to look back to your breakfast, which you didn't really feel like finishing.
"So is this Lois thing a lie...or did you just change your mind?"
His eyes drifted off to the side as if trying to carefully word it. "I love Lois, yeah. I probably always will," he said and you felt your heart drop a little, hopes a bit dashed.
It wasn't anything new from what you'd thought in the first place
Still, it still stung to hear him say it aloud
Even if you were sitting across from him in nothing but his t-shirt
He continued, but your phone rattling on the surface of the table startled you. Clark's eyes rolled to the side as you checked it.
"Oh."
"Bruce again?"
He gave you a look before you could even ask how he knew that and you were pretty certain that "he just knew".
"Yeah, I just. Finish your thought?" you shrugged, really wanting to hear him out. He paused, taking a deep breath.
"I just really like you," he said, the lingering pause between you making you wonder if there was something more he wanted to say. The way it made him sound like an awkward dork afraid of rejection made you tingle inside. You bit back a laugh and rolled your eyes.
Quite a bit more flustered than you let on
It wasn't LOVE
You didn't have a hold on him like Lois did
But he liked you
You had your answer
For now that was enough
Both of your priorities were clear now
He was comfortable with you like you were with him
"I like you too, Clark," you admitted genuinely. It was a relief to say it directly to him even if it was the understatement of the year.
"What did he want, anyway? Bruce, I mean?" he asked and you were finally back on track with your thoughts.
"He's gonna be in town a few days longer and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out today," was all you supplied. Though you wondered how much more he knew.
A small smirk played at his lips and he sipped his juice. "You wanna take off soon?"
He did say "soon"
It wasn't as if he were hurrying you off or anything
Which was good because you weren't in any hurry to leave
"Actually...I was thinking I could hang out with you today," you said, not really fully knowing yourself where you were going with this.
The implication didn't go over his head either. Even if this was a convenient arrangement for the both of you, that didn't mean you couldn't both enjoy it. His smile grew.
"What'd you have in mind?"
(Part 10)
(Part 8)
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| Can We Talk? |
Pairings: CollegePeter Parker x CollegeBlack Reader
Warnings: nervous Peter, judgy Nick, wholesome, kinda cute
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When you went to the compound to surprise your godfather, Nick—who you affectionately called your uncle—you didn’t expect it to be so busy. Especially on a Sunday. But since your semester was done for the Spring, you decided to take the first thing smoking to go to the Helicarrier. Not to mention you were reeeaaally hoping to catch a glimpse of America’s ass.
You took in the sights, dodging bustling agents and experimental tanks, eventually finding yourself wandering into the tech lab. You’d always loved it when Fury brought you there as a girl, which wasn’t often. Fury was a friend of your parents, one of which was one of his best agents. She’d only let you visit when Nick said it was alright to, but you didn’t get many of those opportunities.
Since you were grown now, you could come and go as you pleased. Well…so long as there wasn’t any imminent danger. That said, when you were visiting, the lab was one of your favorite places to be because of the view of the city below that always took your breath away. That is until you had the wind knocked out of you when you collided with a familiar combination of colors.
"Sorry, I'm-Peter Parker, right?" you asked, your hand on his arm to stable him. He didn’t look rattled from the bump, rather at the fact that your big, pretty eyes were making all the words he thought he knew melt from his brain through his ears.
"That's funny. I'm Peter Parker too," he uttered blankly, shaking your hand. You laughed, as heavenly as he'd imagine it to be, and shook your head.
"Yeah no, I'm Y/N. I'm here to visit my uncle. Didn't think I'd meet the real life Spiderman," you gushed with a happy smile. His face lit up, dusted with a bit of rose. He didn’t really know how to follow that, except by deferring the attention. Which he did rather well most of the time.
"Are you going to college around here too-"
"Actually she goes to school far from here. Cambridge far," the unmistakable voice of Nick Fury called coming towards you. He caught you as you rushed him for a squeeze, but he glowered at Peter while you weren’t looking. You pulled back and Nick beamed at you again.
"You're here early."
"I caught an earlier flight! I wanted to catch a glimpse of my future here at S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Mmhm. You really wanted to meet the Avengers before they took off to Cambodia."
"Hmm that too," you joked sheepishly with a smirk.
"Mmhm," he laughed, smile melting when he realized Peter was still staring.
"Um. So I already met our friendly neighborhood Spiderfriend," you continued with an apologetic smile to Peter, trying to soften the tense mood Fury was creating.
"Mmhm. Listen. Head upstairs and find Maria. She can't wait to see you and show you your room."
"I got a room??? Well! Somebody's showing growth," you teased, ecstatically heading up the hall. They watched you go and disappear around the corner.
"Mr. Parker, if you could see yourself prying your eyes off of my niece for two seconds, we can debrief in my office" he said, his eyes burning through the gawking hero.
"Yeah! Sorry! I. I-I mean-"
"I know what you mean. Get in there," the older man snarled, holding the door to watch him every step of the way.
He walked around the wallcrawler and sat on the corner of his desk. "First thing's first. Stay. Away."
"From your niece?"
Nick flashed him a sarcastic grin. "You catch on fast.”
As fast as it appeared, his smile was gone and a poisonous glower melted into place. “I don't need you flashing your boy band smile at my god-daughter, playing mind games and tryna boost your pitiful lil college social life with her."
“Yes sir,” he said, the color draining from his face, “I-I’d never.”
Nick gave him an annoyed side-eye. “Just start the debrief.”
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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Eight - Impatient Clark |
Pairings - Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedClark
Warnings: Sprung Clark, Language, Typos, Rambling, Smut (Minors DNI), Morals?WhatMorals?Clark, Kiss Stealing Clark, mildly conflicted reader, oral
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"Haven't seen you by yourself in a while. Going well?" Lois winked, picking out vegetables, presumably for their stew.
"Pretty much," he said, unsure why he'd even followed her into the pantry in the first place. Well. He knew why. It was because you'd insisted, determined to help him get his match before it was all said and done.
He looked out at the kitchen, but you had disappeared and his eyes searched a bit before settling on Lois again, who had crossed his line of vision again.
"Pretty much? I'd say it's going very well considering you two can't seem to keep your hands off each other."
"No more than you and Luke," he laughed, though completely distracted. Luke was still at their station, texting and scrolling through his phone. A moron, yes, but at least he wasn't trying to slither into your space.
Where did you go?
His eyes found your car still parked in the parking lot and you were rummaging through it's trunk. For what was anyone's guess, but eventually you'd stopped and sat in the open space.
"Nothing like us, actually. It's not official or anything. It's just kinda fun," Lois went on, oblivious to his inattentive ears.
"Really?" he hummed, sounding amused. Were you upset at him for going? Maybe he should've stayed and just fuckin told you that this stopped being about Lois days ago.
"Yeah, I mean, it's totally casual. If you, say, asked me out tomorrow, I'd say yes. Well, when I say you, I mean anyone really, not you per se. I don't think that you would, since you seem pretty serious about Y/N," she babbled with a laugh. His eyes rolled from the lot to her.
"We're still feeling it out, but something like that."
"I can tell," she shrugged with a laugh, grabbing a couple of potatoes and a tomato to add to her basket, "If I could find a guy that looks at me like you look at her, I could finally settle down."
It was a generous opening she'd put out there for him, but he genuinely couldn't care less. His fixation on you had finally taken full hold. You owned his every thought. Once upon a time, he'd have jumped on the chance to raw her right there in that pantry, but he wanted nothing more than to wish her well and raw you in that parking lot.
His eyes found you again and he could see you strolling slowly back, biting your lip with a naughty smirk. Much like when you were texting him before your date with Bruce.
Jealousy flared in him again. There was no way Luke put that smile there. It had to be Bruce.
He took a deep breath and tapped her chin. "You will in no time."
With that, he held the door for her and guided her out before returning to your station to wait for you. He hadn't registered the mildly disappointed look on Lois's face as she left his side to rejoin Luke, nor the lingering stare she gave you when you'd returned casually from outside. He was trying to check the damage. You looked much happier and your heart was beating faster. He resisted the urge to scowl.
"Where'd you disappear off to?"
You washed your hands again before kneading the dough one last time and setting it into the oven. "Just getting some air. How'd it go?"
He couldn't stand it. He wanted so badly to tell you he could see you texting your Sugar Daddy. To watch your pretty eyes widen with a little guilt and revel in watching you squirm while you tried to spare his feelings and play down your relationship with the billionaire.
It was truly adorable to watch you pretend you didn't see your relationship with him as anything more than a ruse
He affected you
He just needed to get you to admit it
His eyes rolled from you to Lois, who was feeding Luke something. You looked from them to him with a frown.
"Not well?"
His eyes floated to the oven where the dough was slowly rising. This was it. He saw the perfect corner to back you into. "Very well, actually. She informed me that she and Luke aren't actually official...thennnn, in so many words, she asked me out."
Your eyes widened at the tea he was pouring. "Get out. What did you say?!" you hissed quietly, like a hopeless gossip. So fuckin cute.
"I...told her that I was deeply in love with my girlfriend," he lied with a heavy breath, his eyes meeting yours.
He could see a full range of emotions cross your face. You were trying to make sense of his self-sabotage, which was a given, considering all that he'd done to make this slam dunk happen. Which was valid. It was kind of a ballsy move to just tell you how he felt.
He wasn't nearly as direct as Bruce, who seemed to take a sadistic pride in his brutal honesty, but he liked to think he was pretty honest. Diana called him "downright devious" when a situation called for it, but he had to disagree. He simply liked it when things went his way and there wasn't anything wrong with that. Especially when end justified the means. What's a little manipulation if it meant he'd have you. You, who wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
He didn't know what you were thinking about his sudden U-turn, but he was ready for whatever you were going to do. Even if it was less than pleasant.
After all, he had used you
Now he was telling you it was you he wanted all along
So he'd not be surprised if you were pissed at him for taking you in circles
He deserved it
But at least now you knew
Which was fine
You'd calm down eventually
Even if you didn't and hated him
At the very least he knew you were attracted to him
He could work with that
So long as you were his
He heard a small snickering beside him and his brows furrowed.
Okay, maybe he wasn't ready for that reaction
"I never thought I'd see Golden Boy Clark Kent chicken out."
"What?"
You looked at him curiously, smile fading. "Or. Are you planning on keeping her dangling on the hook for a while?"
Of fuckin course. You didn't believe him.
He breathed a frustrated laugh, using the leverage of the situation to pull you in front of him, weaving his fingers through yours. "Something like that."
You beamed triumphantly, responding perfectly, your body resting against his. "Mmh. See. I know you. That's pretty slick. Kind of messed up, but I respect the game."
"Thanks."
What game?
He was beginning to question if he had any game at all
After all, the woman he wanted was in his hands physically, but she couldn't be further from his grasp
Anyway, your bread bowl baked well, but came out a bit lopsided
Which was fitting, consider that whole day was fucked to pieces by the time class had ended
You were both back in the car, the savory smell of your hard work wafting through the car.
He scrolled through his phone quietly, listening to you talk about how proud you were of your bread bowl with a small smile on his face
"Did you have fun?" you asked, looking towards him. His eyes rolled to you.
"Yeah, some."
He wanted to ask who you were texting so badly
You frowned. "Are you having second thoughts about the Lois Thing?"
Depends on your definition of said Lois Thing
The Lois Thing as in "his feelings for Lois altogether"
or
The Lois Thing as in his "ploy" to keep Lois guessing and wanting more
Because the latter isn't even a thing
But you probably meant that one
"Actually, I kind of enjoy the chase," he admitted, his eyes floating to the road.
"I noticed."
His eyes rolled back to you. "I take it you don't approve?"
"The opposite actually. I think everybody likes to be pursued sometimes."
"That include you?" he smirked, parroting your question from days ago.
You hummed a laugh. "Especially me."
He smirked.
Oh you had no idea how long he was willing to chase you
He was reaching his breaking point
Every second your delicious scent wafted past his nose, he felt his control slipping
An image of your towel slipping from your yummy curves flashed past his thoughts and he swallowed
He really needed to stop.
You both pulled to the front of his apartment and got out of the car to grab his half of the food from your backseat. He followed, eyes following your movements as you slowly rounded the car, typing on your phone.
"What are you doing?" he asked, looking between you and your screen.
"Putting the ball in Lois's court," you said, biting your lip with a sly smile.
He frowned, somehow not liking the direction this was going. You shrugged, your fingers working on a thoughtful explanation. "I'm gonna tell her we broke up. That way, she'll drop Luke like a hot brick, call you up, and you'll be in there."
"You're really okay with doing that for me."
It was more of a judgmental statement than a question. You raised a brow at him.
"Of course? I mean. You annoy the hell out of me, but I like to think we've grown to be friends to some degree.”
It was official
He'd absolutely kill for you
"Sure," he smirked with an exasperated laugh.
"What, we're not?" you laughed back.
"Oh, the very best," he surrendered, hands up in mock defense. You rolled your eyes with a laugh, shifting your weight to your other leg at his sass and sarcasm. So fuckin cute.
"Look here, Mr. Sassyass,” you chided, tapping his chest with your phone for emphasis. “I’m doing you a favor. You could at least show a little gratitude.”
Well. If you insist
He dipped in, his lips stealing yours again with another soul crushing kiss. Your phone slipped from your hand and it clattered to the ground, landing somewhere under the car. Or the sidewalk. Somewhere. Whatever. He didn't give a fuck where it went. Neither did you, evidently. You were more preoccupied with running your hands through his curls, tasting him as much as he was tasting you. It was incredibly satisfying. He pulled back slowly, running his thumb over your soft, warm lips.
"I should go..." you breathed, your body betraying your words as your hands snaked up his chest to loop around his neck.
"You should..." he agreed, giving you another greedy peck.
"For real..." you warned weakly, pulling him closer.
"Mmhm..." he hummed, kissing you deeper this time, greedier still, savoring the way your body reacted favorably to him. You were melting into his kisses as if it were as natural as breathing.
“But,” you tried to rationalize between his needy pecks, “Bruce-“
“Doesn’t have to know.”
Ooh, what a delicious reaction
Your heart skipped a beat
Your body was decidedly warmer
Despite your moral reservations
You were excited
His mouth trailed from the corner of your mouth to your neck, to the exposed skin of your collar bone, stealing the breath you were trying to catch. You practically purred when his teeth scraped the skin there. Your fingers found his chin and you guided him to look at you.
“Upstairs.”
True. You were in public
Though the sidewalk was dark and practically dead, what few passersby flowing by, quietly minding their business
Not that he gave a fuck
You tasted so fuckin good. He wanted more.
He was drunk with satisfaction
...But perhaps you had a point.
Which is how you ended up in his bed, hovering over his face like a chandelier
It was truly a beautiful blur
Stripped clothes on the floor
Your lingerie mingling with his boxers
A heavenly mess
His hands hooked your beautiful thighs, pulling you down to meet his ready lips. Warm ready tongue swirling over the most sensitive part of you, drawing the most wanton sounds from your pretty, kiss-worn lips. Finally. You were his. Even if you went back to the stupid bat, for the moment, you belonged to him.
He didn’t see himself looking back.
You shuddered out something he didn’t comprehend until you were tugging his hair. His eyes flickered up to you and you looked down at him, holding on for dear life as your legs dangled over his shoulders. When had he sat up? His greedy, sloppy slurping slowed until it had ceased altogether, senses flooding back into him when he sensed your panic. He stood up and effortlessly set you onto your back, letting you process the truths that had just been exposed in the past 60 seconds. Once again, a full range of emotions crossed your eyes.
But truthfully, you didn’t look as terrified as he’d imagined
Your heart was only slightly elevated
Your body still warm
Possibly warmer
But you were shaking, no matter how subtle it was
He hadn’t pulled back far before you’d caught his forearm firmly. For once his heart was pounding out of his chest.
“I fuckin knew it,” was all you said before you pulled him in for a kiss for once. He felt relief wash over him as he let you take over.
Well.
For now anyway
(Part 9)
(Part 7)
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|Rivals To Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Six - Sassy Clark|
Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedReader
Warnings: possessive Clark, Clark Kent in love, language, more smut eventually, minors DNI, Stalker Clark, two cuties flirtin, morally gray Clark, dark Bruce, typos, weak writing tbh but it is what it is
Okay, ya'll, we're almost there. I know I'm taking longer than Dragonball Z to reach this damn conclusion, and I'm sorry for the wait lol. But I'm very grateful to ya'll for liking it so much. It makes me so happy to know my writing brings ya'll some form of joy. Thanks to @ysmmsy for the reblogs and recs, @ramp-it-up for answering the ask that led to this series, and to my community of color who really deserve more representation in stories. Bc we deserve to be loved on by our favorite characters too. Anyway, enjoy.
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"Was that really necessary?" Bruce asked, sipping a bit of cognac.
Clark landed quietly, his eyes lingering on the glass in his hand. Bruce didn't even turn his head to address him, more focused on the skyline of the city.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing," Clark said finally, his arms folded. Bruce tilted his head a bit, smirk in place.
"So she is special to you. Well. Things certainly took a refreshing turn. I thought you'd be obsessed with Red forever."
"What's it matter to you?"
"Overall, it doesn't. But clearly it does to you, or else you wouldn't be abusing your powers like this. Which does present its advantages."
"That was hardly abuse," Clark breathed with a dangerous laugh. His eyes flashed a small, red beam and Bruce's glass shattered in his hand. "See, now that. That's abusing my powers."
Bruce was undeterred, instead giving his hand a small shake before sliding it into his pocket. He turned to face him, a mildly annoyed look on his face.
"You're clearly here to say something. I suggest you say it before I lose my patience."
"You should already know this, but in case your I.Q. suddenly dove a couple hundred points: Y/N is not your plaything."
"As evident by your tantrum, she seems to be your toy. Of course."
"She's not anyone's toy," he seethed, his eyes icy and dark. Threatening to flash again at any moment's notice. Bruce countered with a steely stare of his own.
"Oh yes, she's your 'fake girlfriend', right? I hardly see how that's different. She seems to likes me and, to tell you the truth, I happen to find her very attractive. Which, after tonight, is entirely apparent to her. So. If anyone's playing games, it's definitely you."
Clark's eyes narrowed dangerously at him, but he couldn't refute his claims. After all, it was his idea in the first place to use you to get to someone else. Granted it was consensual, it was still pretty calloused to you. Especially since your only consolation was showing up an asshole that dumped you. He hadn't appreciated you nearly as much as you deserved to be, but it still didn't sit right with him that Bruce was the one to point it out.
Bruce's arms folded and he stepped even closer, despite the severely pissed Kryptonian just at an arm's reach.
"Here's how this'll go. I'm going to continue seeing Y/N as long as she'll allow. Or at least until you plan to take me up on my offer."
Of course.
His eyes rolled to the skyline. "I might've thought you'd circle back around to that."
Bruce smirked at his hesitation. "It's merely a small favor."
"I'm not some cold blooded killer."
"Right. Of course. You draw the line at criminal arson.”
Clark dipped his head with a bitter laugh and left him standing there, opting to walk away. Bruce watched him, his smirk still fixed in place.
Clark hated himself for thinking about taking him up on his offer
Jokes aside, nowadays, Bruce was practically mafia with the measures he took to "exact justice", but Clark was doing his best to keep from working closely with him.
Besides
You were no bargaining chip
But there was something tantalizing about Bruce’s offer to leave you alone indefinitely
I mean
All he needed to do was off a couple of assholes and he could have you all to himself
It sounded pretty fuckin sweet
The men Bruce wanted dead were bad guys
...Was he seriously considering killing for you?
He landed across from your building again, watching you sleep peacefully on your couch. Probably passed out after a shower. He smiled a bit, pulling his phone from his pocket to type.
We need to talk
He took a deep breath and scrolled through his contacts, his eyes resting on Bruce's number.
His notifications popped down.
About?
His eyes flickered to your apartment and he saw you typing on your phone.
You already thinking about dumping me just before class? That's just cold
His lips twitched into another smile.
It's late. Why are you still up?
Why are you?
I'm barely awake
So you decided to text me?
Yes
He saw your body shake with a small laugh and he rolled his eyes with a smirk.
This talk must be important if you woke up from a dead sleep to text me. Don't tell me. You couldn’t stand to lie to me anymore and you need to tell me that you really are Superman
He laughed, eyes rolling to the side before he replied.
Yes
You let out a small laugh.
Are you drunk texting me again?
He slipped his phone into his pocket, sitting on the edge, watching you drift to sleep waiting for him to reply. You probably thought he'd drifted back to sleep. Possibly drunk. Thinking he was Superman.
You're gonna find out just how accurate you were
The next morning, you decided to surprise him for once
Heading to his apartment with a box of donuts and a black coffee
Something he'd probably be grateful for after the sun hit his hungover eyes
After a rather exciting date with Bruce Wayne, a fire scare, and yet another drunk text from Clark, it'd seem like you needed a strong drink and all the sleep you could manage
But instead, you were, pulling up to the curb in front of his building
Completely surprised to see him waiting there for you
He climbed in, setting his messenger bag on the floor and buckling in before finally addressing your curious stare with his usual irritating smirk.
"What? Good morning?"
"What, are you psychic now, Superman?"
He furrowed his brows at you.
"What?"
You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "You drunk texted me again last night."
"Did I?" he asked, eyes focused on the view passing his window. You gave him a sour look.
"Yeah. At like one in the morning. I thought you were gonna be hungover out of your mind. So I decided to bring coffee and donuts and give you a lift to work, because I felt sorry for you. But I guess I'll just keep them."
"You don't even drink black coffee."
"I can doctor on it."
"No takebacks," he sneered, taking the cup from the holder, taking a petty sip from it. You laughed and rolled your eyes again.
"Petty."
He grinned at you over the brim of his cup. Then it was quiet.
The ride had stayed quiet for a while, with Clark looking out the window most of the way.
You both heard your phone vibrate a few times, but because of your strict no texting while driving policy, you didn't touch it
But you had to wonder
Was it Bruce?
He had texted that he wanted to see you again, minutes before Clark had texted you last night
Which made you feel a little like a cheating trollop
Even if you weren't Clark's actual girlfriend
But still, it felt greedy to have your cake and get eaten too
Another buzz from your purse made you hazard a glance his way, but he seemed kind of preoccupied
What was he thinking?
It made you a little antsy to see him so deep in thought
"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you so quiet. What's up?"
"Actually, I think you're the talker in this relationship?" he sassed back, raising a brow at you. You laughed.
"Okay. Rude, but fair enough. Anyway. What's on your mind? You okay?"
"Just fine."
His short answer bothered you a bit and you chewed your bottom lip through another quiet pause. His eyes flickered to you and he took a small breath.
"I'm curious. How'd your date with Bruce go?"
It was your turn to get quiet, your eyes drifting his way before landing back on the road. The cheating girlfriend vibe intensified, but you were too proud to ask him if he was jealous just yet.
“It went like any other dinner date, really.”
He resisted the urge to give you a look. Somehow, he didn’t believe you ended all your dates in a hotel room. It was even less likely that you had to cancel every booty call because of a fire scare.
“I see.”
You gave him a look. “What? Did you think he was really gonna whisk me off to Prague?”
“I didn’t know what to think, to be honest. It’s Bruce,” he volleyed, eyes rolling to you. You eyed him, smile fighting it’s way to your face. Just then, your mind obviously jumped to what really happened that night, but you rolled your eyes and laughed it off.
“He was a perfect gentleman.”
“Wonders never cease,” he drawled sarcastically, focusing his attention back to the view outside his window.
"I-Listen," you laughed, rolling your eyes again.
"Mmhm," he hummed, relishing the way his sarcasm made you squirm.
"He was excellent. That's all you need to know," you said simply. His eyes flickered to you when you weren't looking, his smile fading. You looked so content. Not sprung, like one is after a night of bliss with somebody they think is "the one", but definitely like it wasn't the last you'd be seeing of him.
The office was bustling more than usual
Everybody greeting you with smirks and grins
Because of the state of your desk, which was surrounded by flowers
"Wow," you breathed, moving a basket aside to actually see the wood of your desk. Luke slipped to your side with a whistle.
“Guess you left quite an impression on Wayne.”
Thankfully both you and the dumb photographer missed the chilling leer that Clark gave him.
You rolled your eyes. “He’s just a nice guy.”
Luke looked from you to Clark with a good natured laugh. “I’m jealous of your ability to always stay calm, Kent. How are you not freaking out about this?”
“I happen to trust my girlfriend,” Clark said as though it were common sense. Which it was.
“You’re a better man than I am,” Luke shrugged with a laugh.
“That’s why she picked me,” Clark sniped, returning his good natured laugh with a poisonous one of his own. Luke’s smile faded a bit when he processed his words. You rolled your lips to keep from cackling and gave your attention to Lois, who approached you all.
She stepped around the two of them to hand you an engraved envelope with a sympathetic smirk. “I tried to text you before you got here. But I guess you were gonna find out one way or another.”
“Yeah, thanks for trying though,” you breathed with a sarcastic laugh, your eyes flickering to Clark briefly before setting them aside. Her smirk died a bit and she looked between you as well, as if just remembering your relationship.
"Of course, it's probably a normal good will gesture."
"Just rich dudes being rich dudes," you joked along, your eyes lowering to the envelope in your hand. As did his.
Free this weekend? No distractions this time. I promise.
Along with two plane tickets. To Prague. Fuckin Bruce.
However, you bit the corner of your lip and decided not to open it there. It made him a little curious, but he was pretty grateful you didn't. His eyes rolled from the card to the work on his desk while Lois looked between the two of you again and cleared her throat.
"Well. Anyway, I'll see you in class."
"Yeah, definitely," you said, setting it aside, waiting for Lois to go back to whatever she was doing before cutting your eyes at Clark. He could almost sense your anxiety and threw a smirk your way to ease your mind.
"Quite the impression," he snickered and you stuck your tongue out at him.
"Shut up."
-
The ride to class was even quieter than the ride to work. You found it hard to focus with the smell of several baskets of flowers in your backseat. You glanced over at Clark, who was scrolling through his phone.
"What?" he asked, eyes still on his screen.
"Why don't you like Bruce anyway?"
He paused and looked up at the road. "I told you. He's obnoxious."
"That's all," you said, though it sounded more like an inquiry and he looked at you.
"What do you expect to hear?"
The light turned green and you pretended to be completely focused on the road.
"Nothing. I dunno. Just. You seem kinda jealous."
He tilted his head with a smirk. "Of you and Bruce? Maybe."
You didn't know how to unpack that. Was he saying he was jealous of the potential "relationship" you and Bruce had, or that he was jealous of Bruce potentially having you? It made you dizzy.
"Well I mean, there is no me and Bruce. It was just a date. So we're in the same boat, buddy," you joked and he breathed a laugh.
"Anyway, what exactly happens in this class?"
It was a blunt transition you were thankful for. You shrugged. "It's no big deal. The class'll be a breeze, I think the biggest challenge is navigating the gossip when I show up with a new man while my 'ex' is still in the same class. Just. Follow my lead, honestly."
"Fair enough."
He didn't say anything more, his eyes rolling back to the opposite side of the dash. You frowned a bit, but you let him get back to his own thoughts. Eventually you pulled into the park and unbuckled your seatbelt.
"Y/N," he said suddenly and it made you jump.
"Yeah?"
His warm lips captured yours with a soft, firm kiss, tongue darting between your lips to invite yours out to play. You indulged him, tangling your tongue with his, shifting a bit to have better access. Your body melted when he held your waist to keep you steady, the yummy weight of his hand keeping you from climbing onto him in the passenger's seat. You moaned a bit when he sucked on your tongue as he pulled back. It was a shorter kiss than you'd realized. Much too short.
"What was that?" you breathed, head in a fog.
"Chemistry," he said, his thumb running over the corner of your bottom lip gently, brushing away any traces of him. "I can't go a whole three hours without kissing my girlfriend."
"Right," you agreed airily, getting out the car, "Chemistry."
(Part 7)
(Part 5)
#Rivals to lovers Clark Kent#Thirstnotes#reader insert#dc comics#fanfic#clark kent x reader#clark x reader#clark kent x black reader#clark kent x black plus size reader
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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Five - Petty Clark |
Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x Bruce Wayne
Warnings : smut, minors DNI, petty Clark, thirsty Clark, obsessive Clark, boomeranged Clark, darkish Clark, stalker Clark, flirty Bruce, petty Bruce, oral sex, overstimulation, voyeurism, attempts at humor, typos
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Does wandering through the park count as a date if the person you’re wandering with is your fake SO that had no idea you’ve developed a deep, last minute crush on them?
Again, much like the trains leaving the same station, question
Or the if a tree falls and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound kind of question
Fuck it. He still counted it as a date.
But did you?
Of course you didn’t
You were vibing, enjoying the light breeze, strolling alongside him without a care. Positively adorable. He was scrolling through his phone, pretending to be distracted. Anything to take his mind off of the fact that you were window shopping to go on a real date with another man. No, not just a man. Bruce Wayne.
Most people's fantasy.
It seriously made his blood boil.
Any other day, the asshole would be hip deep in Gotham drama. But no, not this time. This time he was skipping his not-so-happy ass around Metropolis, trying to get into mischief, among other things.
Still, he supposed it was good that there wasn't anything too dire happening lately. The most recent emergency being the skirmish in Fawcett when an annoyed Shazam got more than he bargained for when he crossed paths with Black Adam. It took half the Justice League to diffuse the situation and calm Teth the fuck down, which eventually happened, but his phone ended up a smashed casualty the moment he'd arrived to the scene.
Hence the button mashed message that was sent to you.
Why didn't he just send a "you up" text like a normal fuckin person
Granted he was not at all normal
But you didn't know that
Plus, in his own defense, he didn't have a fixation on you like he did now
He took a deep breath for the third time that day, his eyes floating to you when you turned your head to address it.
"Okay. I'll bite. You okay?"
He breathed a laugh. "The concerned tone was a nice touch. Really."
"I know, right?" you beamed with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and shrugged.
"Anyway, I guess I'm just kinda distracted."
"Still thinking about Lois?" you said, feigning an annoyed groan, shaking your head at him, "I swear, dude, whenever you get her, I have every confidence you'll never let her go."
He opened his mouth to give you a saucy retort, but nearly collided with you when you'd suddenly crossed in front of him.
"Well, well. I didn't think leisurely strolls was a Bruce Wayne thing," you said, a small purr in the back of your throat as the billionaire approached you both.
They're not, Clark thought to himself, flashing a cordial smirk to the playboy.
Bruce's eyes flickered to Clark, but remained focused on you. Clark tensed a bit, already sensing the bullshit.
He was used to the theatrics, but he wasn't in the best frame of mind to pretend today. He just wanted to enjoy the ambiance of the park. With you. Bruce seemed not only perceptive to this--as he was supernaturally observant in any given situation--but he seemed to be feeding on it.
He shrugged with an easygoing smirk. "Not usually. You've actually caught me giving the decorations a onceover." True enough, the park was beautifully decorated for the event, fairy lights strung up around the park, ornate signs attached to the streetlamps, the storefronts clean and decorated to impress any and all window shoppers. It was quite a lovely sight. You hummed with an impressed smile.
"Never thought you were much of a hands on guy either. Color me surprised."
"Get to know me," he joked back with a saucy wink and Clark felt his jaw tighten a bit. Especially when you let out a flustered laugh.
"Well, that's the point of the evening, is it not?"
"Overall, I suppose," he agreed, his eyes flickering to Clark again.
"Kent," he said casually, as if finally realizing he was there, "I didn't expect to see you here. Especially without Lane. You rarely see one without the other."
Clark cleared his throat with his usual polite smirk. "I um. I have the day off."
Bruce looked between the two of you briefly, realization flashing across his face. "I see. My apologies. I didn't realize-"
"Oh. Oh no, no. We're just colleagues," you fumbled, sounding ironically similar to a certain photographer. Clark quietly folded his arms when you looked to him for support, instead pinning you with a look that made you look awkwardly back at Bruce.
After a quick pause, you looked between them. "Wait, you two know each other?"
"In passing," Clark said, friendly smile in place, "Throwing his money around at a charity event, I believe?"
You threw Clark a look, but Bruce never faltered, dipping his head with a modest smile. "Something like that, yeah. I'm sorry I had to decline your Daily Planet an interview then, but you'll have to admit. Holding out does have it's benefits."
His eyes found you again and you gaped a bit at him with another flustered laugh.
"You sure it's smart to shamelessly flirt with the woman that's gonna be grilling you this evening?"
He gasped as though he were shot through the heart. "Ouch. Even after I sent you flowers?"
"Admittedly the flowers were a nice touch, but I'm not really the bought off type," you volleyed back with a smirk.
"So there is wiggle room," he sassed with a wicked smirk that made you smile and fold your arms defiantly.
"Providing there's anything left of you after I put you through the gauntlet, I'll let you know."
Bruce breathed a quiet laugh. "Now I can tell you're colleagues."
"Oh yeah. Y/N is ruthless. Always gets her story," Clark supplied, reminding you that he was indeed still there--and apparently very amused by the exchange. You rolled your lips at the subtle jab and shrugged.
"Hallmarks of a good reporter," Bruce said, smooth as silk, "Unfortunately, you'll have to excuse me. I have a few more things to see to before tonight."
He headed towards the park again, pulling a phone from his inner pocket. Once he was out of earshot, you turned to him.
"What was that all about?"
"You ever stop to think of how it might look having my girlfriend on a dinner date with Bruce Wayne?" Clark asked point blank, his eyes rolling from Bruce's back to you. The question obviously threw you; your brows furrowing a bit at his tone.
"...It crossed my mind, but it's an interview, not a trip to Prague," you said, arms still folded solidly, "Besides. That'll make it all the more easy for you to get with Lois...right?"
Oh that's right.
Lois was why he was doing all this in the first place.
It was easy to forget.
He breathed a small, smile. "So now I'm supposed to be the inconsolably heartbroken ex-boyfriend?" You seemed to take the bait and relaxed your arms as you both continued on the sidewalk.
"Well. Not inconsolably. That's the whole point."
He laughed. "It doesn't exactly paint you in a very flattering light either."
"I mean. Gonna have to agree to disagree. 'Bruce Wayne’s Sugar Baby' has a pretty good ring to it."
He laughed louder, pretty blue eyes rolling to the sky. The envy storming behind them was a sharp contrast to the pretty golden hue of the evening beginning to set in. "Sure."
"You obviously don't care for him, do you?"
"Guys like him bother me, yeah," he admitted, relieved to be relieving a bit of the pressure of pretending. You seemed very amused by it, your pretty eyes lighting up at the confirmation.
"Really. Why?"
"I'm sure you'll find out tonight," he said cryptically, purposely refusing to meet your eyes. Your smile melted into a bit of a curious frown, but you shook it off.
"Well anyway, you feeling any better?" you'd asked, in a tone that suggested that you were just about to part ways with him.
"Of course. You go ahead," he said with a reassuring smirk. You gave his arm a light nudge.
"Text you the deets later."
He gave you a light snort. "Do us both a favor and don't."
You snorted back mockingly, crossing your eyes at him. He rolled his at you, jamming his hands in his pockets and backing to head the opposite way.
"Just. Be careful."
"Always," you called, turning and heading into a nearby store.
Night approached unforgivingly quick
Giving him very little time to process the events of the afternoon
Couple that with the very real feelings he had developed for you and it wasn't terribly surprising that he found himself sitting on the building opposite of yours
Modified mask on his face
Behaving very much like the bad guys he usually caught
But he couldn't very well risk getting caught watching your building as Superman, could he?
He watched you from the shadowed edge, having arrived just after you’d taken another shower. This time, however, you were sporting a plush robe, tied loosely around your waist while you laid out your outfit for the evening. You were nervous—he could tell—but your heartbeat was mostly even. Not at all as elevated as when you were touching yourself.
He felt his dick twitch. Bruce didn’t make your heart race like he did.
You hummed softly, letting the robe slip from your body, giving him full, delicious sight of your sexy black lingerie. Strappy and lacy.
His dick twitched again.
You were so fuckin beautiful. The sexy way you gnawed your lip, trying to decide which shoes you were going to wear. The defined curve of your thick hips taunting him as you paced. The cute tilt of your head while you tested your options. You were a work of art.
Dangerous. Coveted. Sexy. On display for him to see, but not touch. Oh, how badly he wanted to touch.
You were fully dressed now, pacing in your front room, phone in hand. You paused to type and his phone immediately vibrated. He pulled it from his pocket.
If you know something about Bruce, just tell me
A petty smirk spread across his face. He didn't answer right away, instead watching you sweat it out for a few minutes.
I don't. Just saying.
Your rolled your eyes at that.
Clark.
Now you're breaking Rule #4
He paused.
There isn't a 4th rule.
He saw a smile twitch at your lips.
Rule #4: Be honest with your fake girlfriend
He rolled his eyes with a smile of his own.
I just don't like silver spoon types like him
Chasing beautiful women is one of his pastimes
You bit your lip, the smile bleeding onto your face giving him a rush he could see himself getting addicted to. You tapped your next message, but you didn't send it immediately, instead moving to your sofa to sit down before finally hitting send.
Clark Kent, did you just call me beautiful?
His smirk turned wicked.
You gonna tell your sugar daddy?
Your heartbeat increased. You were staring at your phone, obviously trying to decide how to take that. You started nibbling on your fingertip with a naughty smirk.
Actually, I just might
He started to type his response when Bruce's town car pulled up to your building.
Because of fuckin course it did.
He tucked his phone away and trailed it to the restaurant and watched Bruce lay on the extra charm all night. He’d axed La Mercerie last minute, instead reserving an entire rooftop restaurant not terribly far from there for better privacy “in the name of his interview”.
Neither you, nor Clark bought the excuse, but, unlike Clark, you seemed very amused at his blatant attempt to get you alone
Clark knew the asshole was actively trying to make sure he could hear them crystal clear while he wined and dined you
It was a very petty, twisted game of chess that seemed to thrill the vindictive man.
Why, was anyone’s guess. Bruce was unhinged.
About as unhinged as he was right then, watching the two of you throw saucy comments at one another.
“Well that about sums up the interview with time to spare,” you said, checking the time on your phone as you stopped the recording.
“Your half, anyway,” Bruce smirked, swirling his glass of Merlot. He read your curious glance and offered a smirk. “Time to tell me about yourself.”
You laughed, not easily won over. Billionaire or no, Bruce was in for a dance of wits. “You’ll have to schedule an appointment with my agent this time.”
He took a sip with a low laugh. “Perhaps I will. You seem well worth the time.”
You rolled your eyes, though Clark could hear your heartbeat increase. Direct compliments always did you in, despite the resistant front you put up in response.
“Wow. You are incredibly forward, Mr. Wayne,” you laughed and he shrugged.
“Bruce,” he softly reminded you for what was probably the third time that evening.
“Bruce,” you parroted back, expecting a response to your statement.
“Unfortunately, it's the only way I know to be, really. I’m not really the ‘beat around the bush’ type.”
“So I see,” you laughed with a saucy smile, swirling your water around in your glass to mimic his earlier action, “Well, you've already found out my favorite flowers, so maybe you know more about me than you let on."
He sat forward, eyes cast to the side, a mysterious smirk on his face. "Perceptive. I do make it my business to know who I'm dealing with. Casual observation does the rest."
"For example?"
He took a small breath, sitting forward, his eyes closing briefly before opening and pinning in place. "You're confident, as evident in your tone and posture. You're very witty and intelligent, but you think before you speak, so you're most likely very popular, and…you’re single.”
You gasped a bit at his immaculate delivery, a small smile tickling your lips. "What makes you think I’m single?"
His eyes lowered and he smirked to himself, sitting back again. "If I may continue to be so bold, your dress doesn’t say, ‘I’m taken’. It says ‘Take me.’”
Your body heat increased. You were embarrassed that he’d read you so easily. Bruce had that effect on people. To Clark, it was annoying, but you…you simply laughed.
“Is that what you hear my dress saying?”
“Was I wrong?”
You paused, eyes cast to your silverware. “Not entirely.”
“In your own words then. What are you trying to say?”
That was how it began
It ended with that very same dress—in addition to your sexy underwear—discarded in a silky pool on the floor of his hotel room.
You were warned against slipping under him, but you couldn’t help yourself
The man was positively delicious
Plus he had a mouth and he knew how to use it
In more ways than one
Besides
There was no way you could’ve known that Clark was Superman and was using his powers to watch everything you were doing that night
In fact, you were doing your best to forget about him and Luke and everyone and everything in that moment
There was only Bruce
Only this moment
No strings
No obligations
He was right at home between your thighs, dragging his tongue along the sensitive tip of your clit. He didn’t have much trouble obliging your overstim desires, his broad hands hooked around your thighs as he did so. Refusing to let you close them as he licked you like one would enjoy an ice cream cone on a hot day—relishing the taste and the feeling on his tongue.
“You’re shaking, Y/N….are you done?” he asked with another drag, tone implying that he most certainly was not.
"Not even close," you smirked, eyes still welded shut while he tormented you.
"Good. The night is young."
He dipped his head for another taste of you—
RRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNG
The sharp ring of the hotel’s fire alarm snapped you both out of it. Bruce breathed an ironic laugh as you shifted to put your clothes back on. Clark Kent was much worse off than even he imagined.
(Part 6)
(Part 4)
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