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It wasn’t new for Clark to be in Lois’ apartment late at night. Since he started working at the Planet almost 3 years ago, there’d been many times Lois and Clark had been paired up on a story, and Lois would invite him over so they could finish their work after lights were out in the bullpen. They’d order takeout, spread their papers all over Lois’ living room floor, and figure the story out together. Then Clark would smile, push his glasses up his nose, and wave goodnight, slinking out her apartment door and disappearing into the night, leaving Lois alone to get a few hours of sleep before she was right back at work again the next morning.
What was new was for Clark to be at her apartment late at night not for work. In fact, it had never happened before. Not until tonight, after their third date, had Lois invited Clark inside for something that had nothing to do with their jobs.
He’d leaned in for their usual short, sweet kiss after he’d walked her back to her building, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest. He looked at her, confused, and Lois had grabbed his tie to fiddle with as she spoke.
“Would you like to come inside?” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, already knowing his answer. He was never the one she needed to question about feelings. He wore his admiration for her on his sleeve. It came out in adoring looks, dimpled smiles, soft and polite brushes of his hand against her. The hopefulness that laced his features when he asked her if she’d like to get dinner with him, just the two of them, “On a date. I’d like to take you on a date, Lois.” The delicateness with which he kissed her for the first time, right here in this very spot, after that dinner. The feeling of his eyes on her as he made sure she got all the way up to her apartment, safe and sound. The way his whole face lit up when she asked him to another dinner, this time at her favorite restaurant downtown. She was sure of how he felt about her, at least.
Those dimples she loved so much poked out, strong and deep, his perfect teeth on display. He nodded his head, at her then towards the apartment building door. She swiftly turned on her heel and entered the passcode to go inside, inhaling a deep breath before grabbing Clark’s hand and tugging him inside.
She pulled him right up the stairs, marching him to her apartment door. He followed diligently, the way he always did, except this time their hands were laced together and he was squeezing hers as she fished out her key from her purse. His presence behind her had her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted him closer. She was desperate to know what he felt like, pressed against her. Maybe she had a bit of an agenda, inviting him into her apartment. She was a woman on a mission, and Lois Lane always completed her missions.
Without either of them uttering a word, she pulled him inside, into her living room. He just smiled at her, eyes bright, as she pushed him with her hands on his shoulders onto her couch after they’d removed their shoes. She looked at him and all the space he took up. He looked up at her, reverent. Lois’ insides fluttered. Hard to tell if it was because she was horny or because of something deeper. She’d stick to the former.
“Is this okay?” She asked as she climbed over him, holding his face in her hands as she bracketed his hips with her knees. She carefully removed his glasses, folding them and setting them on the table in front of the couch. She smiled, satisfied, at the dust of red that coated his cheeks and the eager nod of his head when she turned back around to face him.
“Yeah, more than okay.” Clark’s hands went to her waist. Nowhere he hadn’t touched before. His hands were warm, hot even, sparking a low flame radiating from his touch and through Lois’ body. She needed more than that.
Lois leaned down closer, keeping eye contact until their noses touched, searching for any hesitancy. She saw nothing but excitement, hopefulness. Desire. He wanted her close too, she could see it. She just had to let him know exactly how close she wanted them to be.
Lois’ fingertips pressed into Clark’s cheeks as she connected their lips. They both released quiet, little moans at the contact. His hands stayed affixed on her waist. Hers moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she opened her mouth. She felt his sharp exhale of air from his nose against her skin as his tongue carefully, timidly, met hers, tasting each other this deeply for the first time. It was nowhere near enough.
Lois pulled back. Clark opened his eyes, looking at her, almost seeming dazed. Lois smiled again and traced his lips with her finger.
“You kiss so gently,” she spoke softly. Clark’s brows furrowed, and he opened his mouth, prepared to speak. Lois put her fingers in his hair and tugged hard, pulling his head back until it hit the edge of the couch. She towered over him and attached her lips to his again, swallowing the whine that escaped him.
This time, Clark’s tongue wasn’t so hesitant. He kissed her just as fully as she kissed him, and his hand on the small of her back even pressed her chest closer to his. It still wasn’t enough.
“Clark,” Lois pulled back barely a millimeter, her lips still touching his as she spoke, “I want you to touch me.”
The dam broke. Clark’s mouth was on hers again, feverish, and he finally, finally, moved his hands from their safe place on her waist to pressing his palms into her ass. Lois moaned, deep and loud, as her breasts smashed against Clark’s solid chest. His hands rolled her hips into his.
He was hard already. His erection pressed solidly against her thigh, and Lois readjusted so it rubbed right where she wanted him. They both let out desperate, hungry noises into each other's mouths.
Clark’s hands, squeezing and groping, guided her movements as she circled her hips against him. The friction set her skin on fire, and she felt the growing stickiness between her legs coating his slacks underneath her.
She tangled her fingers further into his curls, opening her mouth wider and tasting as much of him as she could. She craved him. She felt insatiable, starving, like she hadn’t eaten in weeks and he was the only thing that would satisfy her. Her legs spread further apart so she’d fall deeper into Clark’s lap, her pussy grinding against Clark’s erection.
Lois had to break away, throwing her head back to inhale sharply, eyes closing. Clark wasted no time, his lips sliding over her neck and down her chest.
“Lois, beautiful Lois…” he whispered, pressing wet kisses to her cleavage.
“Clark..” Lois combed her fingers through Clark’s hair, pushing her breasts closer to his mouth as her hips stuttered in their grinds, her cunt pulsing with the need to come. Suddenly, she no longer felt the couch under her knees. Instead, she felt her back collide with the cold wall, and she gasped in shock, her eyes quickly opening. In a fraction of a second, Clark had pinned her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and held by his strong grip on her thighs. He sucked a mark into her throat. “Fuck, fuck me, want you so badly,” Lois moaned.
Clark’s fingers skirted up her dress, caressing her sides. “How attached are you to this?” He murmured, nosing her neck as he pinched the fabric between his fingers.
“Not very,” Lois answered, panting for breath. Clark smirked, and Lois gasped loudly as Clark grabbed the neckline of her dress and completely tore it off her body so it landed in tatters on her apartment floor. “Oh!” She was exposed now, her breasts falling heavy without the dress’s built-in support, and all she had left on were her flimsy, soaked panties. Clark’s arm around her back held her solidly against his frame, sliding her up until he was able to take her nipple in his mouth.
“So perfect,” Clark whispered like he was in awe, his tongue rolling over her breast as his free hand took her other breast in his palm, squeezing and pinching her nipple.
“Give me more,” Lois groaned, bucking her hips and tugging his hair. Clark chuckled against her chest.
“Anything for you.” With inhuman speed, Clark had dropped to his knees, Lois’ legs over his shoulders. Lois didn’t even notice him taking her underwear off, she was just suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling of Clark’s hot mouth on her cunt.
“Clark!” Lois moaned loudly as Clark lathed his tongue over her clit, licking her deeply. His hands were groping her ass again, spreading her open for his hungry mouth. Lois moaned deeply, fighting to look down at him as he swirled his tongue around her vulva, humming against her. He was still fully dressed, his glasses the only thing that had been removed, in contrast to Lois, who thrashed against the wall completely naked. Lois felt exposed, vulnerable, and worshipped.
Clark shook his head side to side, delving deep into Lois’ pussy. The groans he let out were downright pornographic, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He licked down to her entrance, the tip of his tongue pushing inside. Lois moaned again, grinding her hips into his face. “Yes, yes, more!” She whined, her head hitting the wall as she arched into his mouth.
Clark sucked her clit into his mouth again and replaced his tongue at her entrance with a finger. Lois’ walls stretched even around the single digit as it curled inside her, and her heart thudded at the thought of taking his cock.
“So wet for me,” Clark whispered against her pussy, seemingly to himself. He alternated between circles of his tongue and sucks from his lips, constantly and deliciously stimulating her clit as Lois couldn’t control the moans and whimpers leaving her mouth and she did the best she could to grind against him. Clark added a second finger, quickening his pace of fucking his fingers into her dripping pussy. He curled them just right against her sensitive spot inside.
Lois had never felt so much pleasure. She desperately pulled Clark’s hair and pushed his face further into her cunt. Her heels kicked against his back, overwhelmed as he feasted on her. She felt herself coiling tighter and tighter, aching for release. Her movements got even more frantic. “Gonna come, I’m gonna come Clark…” Lois choked on a sob and Clark flicked his tongue over her clit and pounded his fingers inside her. With a final push of her hips into his mouth, she came with a cry.
Clark continued licking her vulva, but his movements slowed and he carefully removed his fingers. He kissed around her swollen clit like he was soothing it. “You’re so amazing, so beautiful Lo,” he murmured softly. He finally pulled away and looked up at her, blue eyes shining with happiness and desire, and something else Lois didn’t want to confront right now.
“Come up here and kiss me,” she said instead, chest rising and falling rapidly as she worked to catch her breath. Clark grinned, dimples popping, and kept a careful hold of her as he moved her legs from his shoulders back to his waist. He cupped Lois’ cheek in his hand and tilted her mouth up to his, kissing her slowly. Lois let out an involuntary little sigh of contentment.
“I’ve dreamed about this for so long,” Clark spoke as he pulled back, deep and quiet. He pressed his lips to hers again. “Of having you like this.”
Lois hummed, a smirk spreading on her face. She played with one of his curls in her fingers and started kissing Clark’s jaw. “You’ve been fantasizing about me, huh?” She kissed his neck as he groaned softly, pressing her even more firmly against the wall as he nodded his head. “Mm, I’ve thought about you too.” Lois frowned when Clark moved back, and she looked at him to see the awestruck expression on his face.
“You’ve… tell me. Please, tell me.” Clark nuzzled his face into her neck and Lois smiled, rolling her head to the side to give him more access.
“You wanna know what I’ve thought about?” Clark nodded and kissed her neck and jaw, his hands clinging to her hips. Lois turned her head so her lips were against his ear. “I’ve thought about having Superman spread out on my bed, letting me do whatever I want. Being at my mercy.” Lois’ smirk grew wider as Clark whined, literally whined, into the skin of her neck. “What do you think about that?” She murmured.
Clark came up to look at her, that dazed expression back on his face like he was drunk on her. He stared at her lips for a moment and caressed them with his thumb as he held her jaw before he looked in her eyes, a smile appearing on his face. Lois bit her lip to contain her excitement. “I think that’s the most brilliant idea you’ve ever had, Miss Lane.” They grinned at each other until Lois wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a messy, hungry kiss. Clark kept one arm slung around her back and the other on her thigh as he carried her to the bedroom, never once letting up on his kisses. Lois yelped in surprise when he (gently) dropped her onto the bed.
Lois scrambled up, eyes locked on Clark as he made quick work of removing his clothes. His shirt came off first, then his undershirt, exposing his muscular frame to Lois’ hungry gaze. She openly stared at him, drinking everything in as he undid his slacks and pulled them down his thick thighs, kicking them away. Lois zeroed in on his erection through his boxers, the huge size of him obvious in the straining tent. She flushed and rubbed her thighs together.
Finally the boxers came off too, and Lois didn’t even have time to admire his completely naked form before he was on her, kissing her again and flipping them over so she was on top. She held his face in her hands, kissing him just as hard as he kissed her while she spread her thighs to fit his hips between them. She inhaled sharply through her nose as the tip of his cock nudged her sensitive, swollen pussy.
Lois sat up, using her hands on Clark’s chest as leverage to keep herself steady. Clark stared up at her, face and lips red, eyelids hooded, his dark, messy curls on her pillow. Lois’ cunt throbbed with the need for him. She reached to her bedside table drawer for a condom, and the position left her breasts dangling in Clark’s face, to which he responded by grabbing them in his hands and smothering them with wet kisses. Lois couldn’t help but laugh, and Clark grinned at her too as she moved again to sit on his thighs, Clark’s incredibly hard cock standing proud between them. He was big, really big, but Lois was sure she could take him. She may or may not have been regularly fucking herself with a pretty large toy at the thought of how big she assumed he would be. She was definitely right to prepare.
Lois tore the wrapper open, removing the condom and throwing the wrapper aside somewhere. She took Clark’s cock in her hand, smirking at the whimper that left him as she carefully rolled the condom on. Once it was in place, Lois readjusted again, climbing higher up Clark’s body so his tip was aligned with her sobbing entrance.
She took a moment to just look at him. She traced a finger over Clark’s cheekbone, and he smiled softly at her. His hands rubbed circles on her back, warm and comforting. Lois knew there was going to be no going back now. Their friendship was changed forever. It probably already had been, by the few dates they’d been on, but this was going to make it certain. Clark was her best friend. Had been for the better part of two years now. She took in his sweet smile, his adoring gaze, the way he turned his head to kiss her palm. He was going to be something more now, too. She just hoped she didn’t ruin everything like she always does.
“You okay?” Clark’s question broke her thoughts, and Lois smiled gently at him, nodding her head.
“Yeah. All good. You ready?”
Clark hummed, squeezing her hip softly. “I’ve been ready for a very, very long time, Lois.”
Lois’ heart thudded wildly, and she calmed herself by kissing him fully before sitting up, taking his cock in her hand again to line it up for her to slide down.
The stretch burned deliciously. Lois threw her head back and moaned as she sank deeper, her nails digging into Clark’s stomach. Clark moaned as well, and she could feel his muscles straining not to move as she slowly bottomed out, full to the brim with him.
“Lois, baby, oh gosh…” That was the first time he’d ever called her a pet name, and Lois’ involuntary response was to grind hard on Clark’s cock, hips stuttering,
“Fuck…” Lois raised her hips and slammed back down, punching another loud moan out of her. She suddenly needed to go hard. She immediately used all her strength to start riding Clark at a brutal pace, gyrating her hips around and making sure he hit every sensitive part of her.
“You’re so good baby, such a sweet pussy…” Clark’s words made Lois gasp and groan again, clenching hard around his cock. She’d never heard him curse like that. It drove her insane.
“Clark,” Lois moved even faster, fucking herself desperately on Clark’s cock. His hands on her hips kept her steady, helping to guide her up and down. His own hips started to thrust up into her each time she came down, punching desperate noises out of Lois’ mouth every time. All coherent thoughts left her mind, only able to think Clark Clark Clark, pleasure pleasure pleasure. She was so full. Full of Clark’s cock, full of desire for him, full of emotions she wasn’t ready to face yet. She felt like she was going to explode into a supernova and rip a black hole through time and space.
“Are you gonna come for me, honey? My most beautiful girl.” Clark brought his thumb to her clit, and Lois nearly screamed as he started rubbing tight little circles on the bud. She couldn’t respond with words, simply nodding her head as her movements got sloppier and sloppier and Clark had to do more of the work to keep her riding him properly. Her orgasm crashed over her hard, sending shockwaves through her body so intense she felt like she might black out.
She really did scream when instead of slowing down, Clark suddenly flipped her over, pressing her into the mattress and stuffing her throbbing pussy full of him again.
“Will you give me another? Just one more baby, let me make you come one more time. You look like an angel.” Clark didn’t move his hips, staying seated inside her as he kissed her burning cheeks and neck. Lois clung to him, hugging him close and arching into him. She wiggled her hips and smiled at the groan he let out that vibrated against her throat.
“Yeah, please Clark.” That was all he needed. He pulled most of the way out of her pussy just to thrust back in again. Lois shuddered, her overly sensitive walls trembling as Clark repeated the movements. Lois grabbed his face and brought his lips to hers as he started a deep, steady rhythm.
Lois wrapped one arm around Clark’s shoulders and tangled the other into his hair, moaning into their kisses as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. She bit Clark’s lip, pulling it gently to hear the whine he let out. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, eliciting another whine from him. Lois really, really liked that sound. She bet she could get some more good ones out of him.
“Fuck me so well, Clark,” she spoke quietly, moving her lips to kiss next to his mouth. “Feels so good.”
Clark’s thrusts got a little harder, a little more frenzied. “Yeah? You feel good?” He asked her. He lifted her leg higher up his torso, stretching her and hitting even deeper inside. Lois gasped and clenched around him again.
“Yes, you’re taking the best care of me.” Just as she predicted, her words make Clark let out a guttural groan. His fingers found her clit again, almost clumsily circling.
“You’re everything Lois, everything to me…” He whispered the words like a prayer as he buried his face in her neck again. He fucked her so deeply Lois saw stars. She was quickly going to come again, and she could tell that he would soon as well. She held onto him tightly and continued meeting his thrusts with her hips, rubbing herself against his fingers that still worked her clit.
“Come with me, now,” she demanded. Clark moved his head back in front of her to kiss her messily. Lois’ moans were muffled against his mouth as she came for the third time that night. This time, Clark followed quickly after, coming with a groan of her name. The warmth of his cum seeped through the condom so Lois could feel it. She had a fleeting, ridiculous thought of wishing he wasn’t wearing one at all.
Their movements slowed, their bodies relaxing against each other and their kiss turning from hot to gentle, still tasting each other deeply. Lois’ hands traveled over Clark’s chest, admiring the feeling of his powerful muscles as they made out for a few minutes. Clark gently pulled out, and Lois whined a little at the feeling. She watched as he carefully removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it all the way across the room into the bin. Lois scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Show off.”
Clark grinned. He laid back down and pulled her against him, kissing her again. They were both smiling, their teeth clacking as they giggled through the kiss. Lois cupped his cheeks in her hands and pecked his lips before opening her eyes to look at him, still smiling playfully at him. “We’ve wasted a lot of time we could’ve been doing that,” she joked.
Clark shook his head and kissed her nose. “No moment with you is a waste of time.” And there it was, that earnestness, that honesty from Clark that made Lois’ heart skip beats and her stomach explode in butterflies. The enormity of his feelings for her was not something she was ready to come to terms with.
Right now, though, she decided it was okay to just bask in his sunshine and hopefulness. She kissed him again, sweet and soft, twirling his hair in her fingers. Clark’s hands were warm blankets on her hips, holding her close. She let him shower her in his affection, accepting his gentle touches and warm kisses. It soothed her until her mind was temporarily empty of anything else, and she was able to fall asleep pressed against Clark’s chest, their legs tangled together under the blanket Clark draped over them.