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The Kent Farm was quiet that evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, Clark gazed out of the window of his barn attic at the long expanse of golden corn that stretched all the way until the sun.
Clark let out a breath, calmed by the view of the peaceful fields letting his shoulders sag and easing some of the tension he had been carrying since finding out about his ex-girlfriend and ex-best friends upcoming nuptials. Clark paused and tensed his eyes focusing his hearing out past the quiet fields trying to ascertain for any human or animal in danger.
Suddenly, Clark heard the loud sound of a motor ripping down the country roads speeding towards the house, even without super sight Clark could see his red truck zipping through the fields and there was only one driver he knew who drove as recklessly as the car was currently hurtling towards the house.
From the window Clark watched, unimpressed, how Lois came to an almost screeching halt, before grabbing a few brown bags from the passenger seat and slamming the door shut with her hip, she then made her way towards the house, shocked at her dismissal of the barn Clark followed her with his eyes but having to drag his sight away from the way her hips swayed in her tight low rise jeans. If she wasn’t here to see him Clark though, then why was she here at all?
Clark cursed to himself as he made his way down the stairs and out of the barn, stopping at his shiny red truck to assess any damages, surprised that even though Lois drives like a hooligan, the truck seemed to be in the same condition in which Lois stole it from him.
“I’ve got it all under control Mrs Kent you do not need to worry about mopey boy in the barn, I assure you,” Lois said clearly not hearing Clark come through the door she had just barreled through.
“Clark! Sweetie, I was just going to call you and say Lois is here, Your Dad and I thought maybe the two of you could watch a movie while were out tonight?” Martha said expectantly. Clark looked between his mom and Lois both who seemed to almost wear matching guilty expressions.
“Wait wait wait- you called Lois- to baby sit me?” Clark said exasperatedly his arms crossing over his chest.
“Calm down Smallville, I’m not babysitting you, I said I would drop the truck off and here it is,” she said flinging her arm towards the truck outside, “Your mom just asked if I’d like to stay and watch a movie,” she reiterated with a shrug to her shoulders, already reaching into one of the brown bags and pulling a long red rope of liquorice before taking a bite.
With a dejected sigh while shaking his head Clark turned to Martha and John.
“Surely a little bit of company would be good right now son, with all the… stuff going on right now?” Johnathan said quietly while ushering his wife out the door.
With the door shut Clark’s fate had been sealed, he looked over to where Lois had situated herself in the middle of the couch and had already began tucking into whatever she had brought from the shop while scanning the Kent collection of DVDs, all from Clark’s preferred spot on the couch.
“Come on Smallville don’t just stand there,” Lois called out flashing him a blinding smile and patting the spot next to her on the couch invitingly. Clark had to admit, a chance to sit down and shut his mind of for a minuet did seem like a good idea even if he had to share the couch with Lois. He settled down next to Lois, closer the necessary because the woman had refused to move from the middle of the couch, Clark could smell Lois’ warm skin from being out in the Smallville sun and the warm cinnamon body wash Chloe had given her for Christmas a while ago.
Lois pressed play with the remote, stuffed her cold feet under Clark’s thigh and began stuffing her face with the butter popcorn from the shop, offering a sticky handful to Clark which he accepted gratefully.
The movie was an old one, a black and white western with the sound a little too quiet to be heard properly and acting way over the top, Clark was glad he wasn’t missing anything serious and didn’t even get a chance to blink before his eyes were closing and staying shut.
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Lois had noticed the minuet Clark had started to nod off, the poor guy had been going through it with Lex and Lana’s supposed wedded bliss, she took one look at him passed out, mouth open just a little and head uncomfortably crooked towards her.
Without even thinking about it, Lois scooted closer, angled her shoulder under his hanging head and raised it so that his head now rested comfortably in the crook of her neck.
He let out a pleased little hum, nuzzling slightly into the side of Lois’ neck making her freeze for a moment before a red blush splattered across her cheeks. Schooling her features and reprimanding herself for feeling a certain way while her friend very clearly needed to rest.
The movie carried on and Lois decided to focus on that instead of the massive hulk of a man pressing into the side of her neck, with his soft sighs and rhythmic breathing right next to her ear and the quiet hum of the TV still playing Lois also found herself lulled uncontrollably to sleep.
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Lois’s eyes peaked open, no longer facing the Tv but instead looked up at the ceiling of the Kent living room, unbelievably warm and comfortable Lois’ eyes shut closed and resumed her petting of Shelby who must have climbed onto the couch while her and Clark napped.
Once again Lois thought of Clark, the poor guy probably went up to his room to finally get some proper sleep, Lois didn’t mind, as long as she took an allergy tablet later Shelby shouldn’t bother her too much.
Thinking of the pooch as she carded her fingers through the dog’s fur, Lois thought, I definitely need to ask Mrs K what dog shampoo they use and see if I can use it on myself.
Cracking open one eye Lois looked down expecting to find a sleeping dog but was instead was hit with a mop of fluffy brown hair, and unless the neighbors barn cat had snuck in the house, there was no way Lois was stroking an animal but instead it was Clark?!
In surprise Lois yanked her hands back to herself but didn’t manage to un-grip the soft strands she had been knotting in her sleep and to her horror instead of Clark waking up and jumping off her, instead of the boy scout staying asleep so she could wiggle her way out of there and never look back- he instead let out a high-pitched whine, lifting his head slightly before bringing it back down and nuzzling back against Lois’ chest where he had been resting, taking deep inhales of her skin, one of his hands resting under the tight pink tank top she was wearing stroking at the skin of her stomach.
Suddenly Lois was hot. She was very very very hot, hot all over, her face, her chest, her arms and her legs trapped in the jeans she was wearing but especially her core was heating up at the almost pathetic sound one Clark Kant had just made when she tugged his hair.
Surveying her situation which saw her completely squashed under Clark’s giant body, his man paws resting on her hips, his face pressed between the squishy part of her boobs and his thighs were currently bracketing her legs - Lois decided she was either going to die horny or live embarrassed for the rest of her life.
She chose to live.
Tugging at Clark's hair yet again this time extra hard to wake the sleeping bastard Lois had thought many a thing would happen when he woke up but none of the scenarios had included Clark's eyes flinging open and instead of going sideways off the couch the clumsy farm boy went forward with an “oomph”, slamming his pelvis into Lois’s crotch nestling his morning wood right between her thighs.
His hands flung around him trying to catch himself on the armrest of the couch but while not realizing his had was trapped under Lois’ tank, he ripped the flimsy fabric up the side and made a gash in her top A hot flash of anger overtook Lois as she said, “this top is my favorite color pea brain!” grabbing his hair once again Lois tugged Clark forward trying to haul him over the armrest of the couch and off her but instead made herself gasp as Clark’s hard dick pushed its heat into her pussy through the denim of her jeans.
Clark Let out another involuntary whine making both of them stop and stare at each other, their breathing labored and faces red. It was a moment before Clark stuttered out “I-I I’m so sorry Lo- “trying to get off her once again.
Before the thought had even crossed her mind about dying horny or being embarrassed, Lois’s hand shot out grabbing Clark by the collar of his t-shirt and looked into his face, his skin flushed red and eyes down turned he really reminded her of Shelby in that moment when Mrs K scolded him for eating from Johnathan’s hand at the dinner table.
Clark tensed up almost as if he thought Lois was going to hit him for tearing her top however, his eyes flung open when she said in a whispered breath “fuck it,” before tugging him close and sealing her lips of his, possibly because he was just waking up or maybe Lois had been delusional and imagined Clark whimpering when she pulled his hair, the farm boy froze completely un-moving. they stared at each other again, Clark's mouth now slightly parted, lips already starting to go red “well I- I mean if you wan-t” Lois was cut off by the rocking of Clark’s hips into her pussy and the crash of teeth on her lips.
Lois let out a low moan which only seemed to spur Clark on. The pair while kissing feverishly manage to remove Clark’s shirt and push down Lois’ Jeans leaving the living room in a state of disarray, Clark looked down at Lois seeing her in her little navy blue panties with the tops of her tits spilling out her dark pink top, her lithe legs trapped under him and her lips raw and pouty from all the kissing.
Lois gasped feeling the heat of Clark’s cock through her thin underwear, was he? Getting harder? Lois thought as he pushed his clothed dick repeatedly into her.
Lois’ eyes practically rolled back into her head when she heard Clark’s husky voice murmur, “I’m gunna take it out, ok?” almost meek, as if asking for permission.
Lois nodded violently as he sat back on his haunches and took his cock out of his pants. Lois almost chocked looking at Clark’s massive dick, the poor thing was so hard and straining the tip was practically purple. “I – im going put it-“Clark stuttered out “Mhmmhm” Lois said laying back down on the couch, moaning again when Clark rubbed the tip of his now bare cock against her pussy, he rutted into her a bit longer letting out the smallest whimper while he used the slippery crotch of Lois’s pussy to get off.
Lois reached down between them watching for Clark’s reaction as she slid the side of her panties to uncover her bare cunt, allowing Clark’s hot cock to come into contact with her gushing pussy. Both of them moaned together as Clark slid up her pussy lips and bumped into her clit.
The living room was once again filled with the sounds of wet slapping and hot breaths accompanied by Clark’s quiet whimpers as he rutted into Lois, just as the brunette beauty was about to reach her peak with Clark hitting her clit on every thrust, she felt Clark's head dip down to her ear.
“Please can I put it in, please, I’ll just do the tip” the soft sleepy voice from before now hard a tense and horny edge as Clark rubbed his dick slowly against her.
Without even a second thought Lois nodded and grabbed at his penis guiding his cock head into her weeping slit.
As if that was enough to wake Clark up his eyes popped open as he made shallow thrusts into her, biting his lip to conceal the noises threatening to escape his mouth. Lois reached a hand up into his hair yanking again on a few strands before saying “I’m not a virgin, you can put it all the way in,” with that Clark wasted no time thrusting forward making Lois’s eyes actually roll to the back of her head at the fullness and stretch Clark’s cock brought to her pussy.
Like a man starved Clark pounded into her repeatedly relishing in the wet plap sound every time he pushed back in. Lois came with a shout letting her body tense before submerging back into the soft couch, completely loose as she let Clark take what he needed to finish.
Noticing his pinched face Lois palmed his cheek while saying “come inside”
Realizing that was the right thing to say Clark let out one last whine before flooding her pussy with his come before flopping on top of Lois dramatically, once again nuzzling his face right into her chest.
Lois giggled to herself carding her fingers through his hair once more soaking in the gooey feeling post orgasm. “Well…” Lois started “shh” Clark said muffled by her body “we can talk about it later,”
Shrugging to herself she sighed comfortably before re-settling into the couch.
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Johnathan and Martha stumbled back into the house giggling quietly to themselves, both feeling light as a feather after their own dinner and a movie. The pair made their way into the house glancing over at the couch looking to see what snacks had been left by the kids but what sobered them right up was the scene before them.
Lying on their backs after playing a game of shirt swapping was their son, the one who clearly lost by having no t-shirt and Lois - who clearly won, victoriously wearing Clark’s t-shirt, completely knocked out, huddled together on the couch.
Johnathan gestured towards the blanket by the fireplace and got Martha to help him cover the two snoozing on the couch before the pair crept upstairs to their own bedroom.
Once inside Martha smiled to herself before turning to her husband, “I think you owe me that new pie dish now”
Johnathan turned around startled “really?! Surely not, they had all their clothes on, thank God.”
“Unfortunately, clothes can come off and on again,” Martha replied with a smile.
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Clark sat once again in the barn loft staring out at golden fields illuminated by the orange tinge of the sun. He had called Lois earlier today, to talk and assess the damage having sex was going to have on their friendship.
Turns out they both decided remaining friends wasn’t going to be healthy not after all they had done together. Clark turned towards the couch in the barn where his girlfriend was napping after yet another round of mind-blowing sex this time with her bent over the back of the couch in the barn far away from Mr and Mrs Kent.
The evening sun shone through the window casting her skin in a warm glow highlighting the curve of Lois’s full hips and the slight red marks that littered across her skin where Clark had grabbed at her just a little too hard. Lois yawned and stretched looking momentarily dazed as she searched for Clark on the couch, smiling happily when she noticed him by the window already watching her with a soft goofy smile on his face.
She stretched, her joints popping, before joining him at the window, tugging on the hoodie Clark had been wearing before they declared themselves boyfriend and girlfriend, Lois pressed herself into his side as the pair watched peacefully the sun dip below the horizon, Clark lent down and placed a soft kiss right on her lips giddy with how things had turned out.
Martha Kent was delighted with the new pie dish.