QUICK FIC: What Lois Wants Part 1: A Night to Themselves (My Adventures with Superman) (Patreon)

Summary: Lois Lane finally has a night alone with her boyfriend, and the power to dictate how that night goes is at her fingertips. (Clark/Lois)

It was finally happening. Lois finally had Clark right where she wanted him. To be more specific, she had him on the couch in her freshly cleaned apartment (or as close to freshly cleaned as she could get things, anyway), and she was sitting on his lap and kissing him properly, the way she’d wanted to kiss him for what felt like way too damn long now. They’d had their difficulties in reaching this point, what with her obsession with uncovering Superman’s identity, learning that the incredibly sweet (and incredibly buff) guy she’d been working with was Superman, and feeling hurt and lied to.

Even after they’d gotten all of that out in the open and they went back to being coworkers and friends who had it bad for each other, it had still taken longer than Lois would have liked for her to get him in this position. Part of that was the busy lives they led. Him especially; Superman didn’t really take a day off. When they tried to make plans to have a night for themselves, it was like fate conspired to throw some emergency in his lap that caused him to throw on that cape and fly to the rescue, while Lois had to find outlets to deal with her arousal that didn’t involve finally seeing what her boyfriend looked like without the Superman suit or the dress shirts and ties of Clark Kent. Her vibrators had been getting frequent use these days, and every time she turned them on, she closed her eyes and imagined that it was Clark making her purr instead.

Maybe fate had finally decided to throw them both a bone though, because the night had been blissfully free of interruptions or emergencies that needed some super response. They’d been able to have dinner and drinks, and now they’d made it back to her apartment and her couch. Well, he’d made it to her couch, and she’d made it onto his lap. She was pretty sure he liked that seating arrangement as much as she did. He was sure as heck groaning against her lips happily enough while she sat on him and kissed him. His massive hands rested on her back, and she loved feeling them there. She would love it even more if he would slide them underneath her shirt to stroke her bare skin, or better yet, if he would just rip the shirt over her head, pull the rest of her clothes off and use that unbelievable strength to manhandle her and make her his. There was no doubt that he had the strength to do so. Hell, he’d broken the door handle of the diner the first time she ever met him, and that casual, accidental display of his strength hadn’t even scratched the surface of what Clark Kent could do. Lois knew that if he wanted to, he could fuck her like she’d never been fucked before.

It didn’t seem likely that he would ever do that on his own, though. For a guy with strength enough to set the military after him, he was surprisingly passive in a lot of ways. It had been Lois who led the way on pretty much every step they’d taken as far as their relationship was concerned, particularly when it came to the physical stuff. His hands wouldn’t even be on her back through her shirt right now if she hadn’t put them there, and he definitely wouldn’t have pulled her down onto his lap like this.

He wouldn’t have even dreamed of grabbing her hips and dragging her back and forth against his lap, which meant that it was up to Lois to straddle his lap and grind against him. She could feel his dick stiffen against her, and it was her turn to groan as she felt his erection poking against her. She hadn’t actually seen it or touched it yet, and this was as close as she’d ever gotten to Clark’s dick. Based on what she could feel beneath her right now, it felt safe to assume that her boyfriend’s prick was as impressive as the rest of his body. Fuck, she wanted this! She needed this!

But how should she go about it? Clark would do whatever she wanted, and she knew that. It was sweet and frustrating at the same time, but she could use it to her advantage now. She had him right where she wanted, groaning into her mouth and getting hard as she dry humped him on her couch. Her luck was holding out as far as interruptions or situations that required Superman’s attention, but she knew better than to trust that this good fortune would last indefinitely. She had an opening here, a chance to do the things she’d spent months dreaming about doing with her handsome, hunky nerd of a boyfriend who had a heart of gold and the body of...well, the body of fucking Superman. What was she going to do with the chance she had in front of her?

She could certainly keep leading the way, like she had been all night. She could have her fun with Clark, maybe delight in showing him what she could do with her mouth for a bit before she climbed on top of him again, this time without any damn clothes in the way. She could take him on a ride for a change, and it would be far better than any ride she’d ever had in his arms while he flew through the air.

On the other hand, maybe she could use her power in a different way. Clark was always passive and willing to let her kiss him, touch him and hump him however she liked. But what if she encouraged him to be more proactive? Maybe she could tell him that she wanted him to use some of that super strength of his to make her eyes roll back into her head? If he knew that it was what she wanted, maybe he’d stop sitting back and start taking charge.

Lois broke the kiss and leaned back to look at him. His glasses were askew, his hair was out of place thanks to her hands grabbing it as she kissed him, and he was breathing heavily as he stared at her. She knew he was up for more, and ready to do whatever she wanted. Superman was off duty, at least for the moment. Lois’ sex toys were going to get a night off, and she was going to see more of Clark than she ever had before. The only question was what side of him she wanted to explore tonight.

How does Lois want him?