#superswet

Poor Bruce— but honestly he likes being able to carry Clark

oh nothing just nerd!clark that stumbles over his feet and pushes up his glasses every 2 seconds. he’s quite a force, really. practically fighting to stay quiet in his seat without raising his hand to answer an oh so easy question, but the professor would shoo him off, tell him to give someone else a chance.

and you, a bit slow in class, unable to catch up as fast as your peers. you have to spend extra time on a certain topic, and once you’ve finally understood, your class has moved on far ahead. your friends tell you about clark, say he’s SUPER smart and is a great tutor.

with a relenting sigh, you decide to contact him. whats the worst that could happen? just a tutoring session.

well, when he invites you to his dorm for tutoring on biology…

you find yourself on his lap, fighting against his hand trapping your arms behind your back as his other palm caresses your face. your mouths are hot and pushing against eachother, tongues swirling together so fast they might just get tangled. he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

“once you get this chapter done, you can have a bit more, is that alright, sweetheart?”

summary: clark does not know why the girl at the planet, does not match the girl he spends his days with. until he does.

pairing: clark kent!superswet x female!reader

tags: slightly out of character clark, intentional lowercase, kind of loser-ish reader, my own personal pre dream scenario of the day idk? kinda bad? not proofread.

suggestions, requests, chats, anything, my inbox is open :D

clark had always been in tune with the world, his senses trained to recognize even the smallest shifts in the world around him. but he had never felt the need to syntonize himself to anyone in particular, or so it was until he met you.

you were hired as a photographer for the planet two years after he was hired. you mostly kept to yourself and didn't really stand out from the rest of the photography team, or any of the girls that worked at the planet. a fact that made him feel incredible guilt, for how could he have ever looked past you?

So, Clark Kent travels to Gotham as part of the press for a very important charity event hosted by Bruce Wayne.

Everything goes smoothly—except for the fact that Clark hasn’t managed to get an interview with Mr. Wayne. The whole reason Perry sent him there was to secure a face-to-face interview with the most coveted billionaire in North America.

Clark tried almost the entire night to approach him, but every time he did, some other reporter, a woman, or Wayne’s son would intervene, and the crowd would push him away.

By almost midnight, frustrated, Clark decided that nothing was going to stand between him and his interview. But then it happened…

"And who is this gorgeous thing?" Wayne’s voice came from his right, and Clark shivered, turning to find Bruce Wayne—drunk, smiling at him flirtatiously.

"Mr. Wayne, it’s so good to finally see you free. I’m from the Daily Planet, and I was hoping you’d like to—"

"Oh yes, yes, interview…" Bruce downed his glass and looked back at Clark. "Have I seen you before? I feel like I’ve seen those eyes before. I always remember the faces of the people I sleep with, but…"

"E-Excuse me?" Clark flushed immediately.

"Well, about that interview… would it be a problem if it happened at my place? You know… in a more private environment." Bruce’s sweet tone sent another shiver down Clark’s spine. No one had ever come on to him so blatantly, and he barely knew how to react.

"I don’t think that would be proper, sir, and besides, your son—"

"My little Dickie went home with my butler hours ago." Bruce smiled, and damn, that smile made Clark’s knees weak.

Completely against all his values, Clark ended up leaving the charity gala alongside Bruce Wayne, heading straight to Wayne Manor. And, still against every value and principle instilled in him, Clark and Wayne ended up in bed.

Clark doesn’t even remember how things escalated so quickly—Bruce had been teasing him the entire ride back to the mansion, then there was the wine Bruce offered him once they arrived, and then… Well, then Clark was moaning into what was probably a very expensive pillow.

It was good… oh hell, it was so good. So damn good that Clark fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, it was already morning. Morning!

Oh shit, not only had he slept with a billionaire, but he hadn’t gotten the interview. Crap, Perry was going to kill him. Lois was going to kill him. Jimmy… Jimmy would probably just ask how the hell Clark managed to sleep with a playboy when he could barely string words together around people. But they were definitely going to fire him for ruining such a big opportunity.

"Good morning," Bruce appeared at the door, dressed far more casually than last night, while Clark froze, half-dressed. "So, I suppose I owe you an interview, don’t I?"

"…"

"Is it crucial for your job?"

"Maybe…"

"I’ll tell Alfred to prepare the study."

Half an hour later, Clark got his interview and was escorted to the door by the butler.

Clark returned to Metropolis with a lengthy Bruce Wayne interview, praised by his colleagues, keeping his little “side mission” to himself because… well, it was a one-time thing.

Or so he thought.

A month and a half later, a tech summit took place at LexCorp. Clark was there covering the event, and so was Bruce Wayne. Clark tried to avoid him, but Bruce spotted him, and in their brief exchange of glances, Wayne winked.

Again, near midnight, Wayne approached him. Clark swallowed hard, they chatted for a bit, and…

"Aren’t you looking for another exclusive interview?" Bruce asked.

They ended up at the hotel where Wayne was staying.

They slept together again. It was really good.

"I’m starting to like interviewing you," Clark confessed after a couple of hours.

After that, every Wayne gala Clark covered in Gotham wasn’t because he requested it—Bruce Wayne specifically asked for him to be there.

"Kent? Oh yes, he’s a great reporter." Bruce declared in Star City when asked why the Planet’s reporter kept scoring such exclusive interviews with him.

But after several “exclusive interviews,” it had to happen eventually. Batman and Superman crossed paths in Metropolis.

Batman was following Penguin’s trail, which led him into the Kryptonian’s city—just as Toyman launched an attack with his lethal dolls. Both heroes had to team up.

Yes, Batman knew of Superman, and yes, Superman knew of Batman, but this was the first time they actually faced each other.

"Watch out!" Superman shouted, flying to shield Batman from an electric strike.

They both crashed onto a rooftop, rolling across the floor.

"Get off me!" Batman demanded when he ended up on his back with Superman straddling him. And then he saw it…

Batman looked up, saw Superman above him, messy-haired, panting.

…That sight was way too familiar.

Shit!

Superman was Clark Kent.

Superman was the sexy reporter Bruce had been sleeping with for months.

"Are you okay?" Superman asked.

"Get off," Batman repeated, sounding more annoyed.

The fight continued, but Bruce kept cursing himself in his head.