Fic: Rewriting History | Superman Reeveverse | Clark/Lana/Lois | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Rewriting History
Fandom: Superman Reeveverse (SIII)
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lana Lang/Lois Lane
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,010
Prompt: For Porn Battle XII: competitive, threesome, comfort, seduce; For the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge: The Bullpen, Memory(-ies), Snuggle, Late Hours, Cheerleader
Summary: During a slow night at the Planet, Lois learns a little something about Clark and Lana's past, and decides the story needs to be rewritten.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here at PB XII. Follows Victory Celebration and Better This Way (with the caveat that Clark's had a lot of time to heal since then, and Lana isn't quite so oblivious anymore). Warning for vague allusions to non-con (Brad/Clark).
Rewriting History
It started innocently enough, a late evening at the Planet, nothing too pressing going on besides a deadline that they'd just about met, the conversation between the three of them moving from topic to topic with no real direction, mostly Lana dishing dirt on Clark's younger years, and Clark returning the favor. Lois thought it was hilarious, especially when their chatter turned competitive, the two of them trying to outdo each other in the 'who's secret is bigger' department.
But when Lana crossed her legs suggestively and raised an eyebrow, daring Clark to deny what she was about to lay down, the air between the three of them shifted. “You remember that time at Brad's party?”
Clark only swallowed, his face suddenly going pale, and Lois just couldn't resist, knowing that that look could only mean one thing.
“Hang on,” she interjected, forgetting all about the article she'd been typing and sitting up straight, leaning forward. “Did you two actually-?” she asked with a wave of her hand between them.
Lana smirked darkly, definitely a new look on the Mid-western red-head, and nodded. “Oh yes. Well,” she paused, considering. “Not exactly. But close enough. I finished. Clark finished. Even Brad finished. God, what a complete tool he was,” she added with a roll of her eyes.
“Brad?” Lois sputtered. “Oh, now you have to tell me the whole story. Are you seriously suggesting that you two had a three-way? With another boy?” she asked, giving Clark a pointed look. “Why, Clark, I didn't know you went both ways.”
But Clark's whole demeanor had changed, and he turned his focus on typing his own article furiously. “I don't want to talk about Brad. But... yes, to both. Not that it's any of your business, Lois. Thanks a lot, Lana.”
His admission aside, the remarks were cutting enough that Lois wasn't about to let it slide. No way. Delivering a quick kick to his shin underneath their desks, she crossed her arms over her blouse. “Oh, please. Like I don't know all your other deepest, darkest secrets. And if it was that bad of an experience, maybe we should just rewrite history, hmm? What do you think, Lana? Wanna give Clark something better to remember?” she suggested, winking at the other woman.
A devilish grin spread over Lana's face, and Lois mentally revised her opinion of the former cheerleader: charming, sweet, and a bad-girl to the bone. Definitely someone Lois would've been happy to corrupt if she hadn't already been completely corrupted. “Sounds like a brilliant plan to me,” the red-head said, smirking.
With a sigh, Clark just shook his head, before turning his own dark expression up at them, his eyes twinkling with mischief behind those huge glasses. “You're both incorrigible, I'll have you know.”
Oh, Lois knew.
~*~*~
Not much later, the three of them were tangled in Lois's bed-the only one big enough to fit them-sweat-slicked and panting, Lana's tongue working Lois madly while Clark took Lana from behind roughly, his hands digging into her hips as he seemed to be holding nothing back. It was even better than Lois had imagined, sparkles already dancing around the edges of her vision as the red-head licked and stroked her toward another climax, her first still tingling in her fingers and toes from the way Clark had fucked her.
Her hands tightening in Lana's hair-God, it was beautiful-she writhed and canted her hips, grinding down to get more of that talented tongue. Jesus, who knew cheerleaders were so kinky?
“You're gonna... have to come over... more often,” she breathed, eyes rolling back as her sex spasmed, fresh waves of pleasure washing over her as Lana's teeth caught her clit with just enough pressure to set her off again. The room spun for a moment, but she caught Lana's heated look as she came up for air, licking her lips like she'd just had the best meal ever. Oh, now that was dirty pool.
“I just might have to take you up on that invitation,” Lana purred. “Oh!” Shouting, she shivered with her own orgasm when Clark thrust into her hard, his body tensing as he came again, and she pressed her face against Lois's thigh, panting as Lois petted her hair.
Collapsing onto the bed beside Lois, Clark tugged Lana up to settle her between them, and Lois kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Lana's lips, their legs tangling together as Clark's arm wrapped around them both.
“That... was much better than when we were seventeen, Lana,” Clark breathed, nuzzling into her hair and squeezing them both.
“Not even drunk out of our wits this time,” Lana chuckled lightly back, tossing a sated look at him over her shoulder. “You're not the little nerdy boy you used to be, either, glasses notwithstanding.”
“Nope,” he agreed, kissing her quickly. “But that's what happens when you grow up.”
Feeling suddenly left out, Lois cut in, “Hey, what about me?”
Lana's eyes fell on her again, and Lois would be damned if that didn't stir a little heat in her center again, the red-head arching her back to press their breasts together. “Well, I didn't know you as a teenager, but I'm willing to bet you've come a long way, too. Because you, ma'am, are nothing like what I expected. And you're a lot better bed-partner than that tool ever could've hoped to be.”
Lois couldn't help preening a little at the compliment, brushing a hand over Lana's hip and down over her bottom. “Thanks. You're not too bad yourself, sister. And what about you, Clark? That enough to rewrite history for 'ya?”
To her satisfaction, Clark nodded, reaching up to smooth down her hair and trail his fingers down her shoulder and arm, a wistful smile gracing his lips. “Oh yes,” he answered, Lana smiling and nodding along with him.
And if it was good enough for Lana and Clark, it was certainly good enough for Lois. “Good. Next time, we'll make a whole weekend of it. What do you say?”
The echoed laughter that met her was music to her ears. Oh yes, they would definitely have to do this again.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Superman Reeveverse (SIII)
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lana Lang/Lois Lane
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,010
Prompt: For Porn Battle XII: competitive, threesome, comfort, seduce; For the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge: The Bullpen, Memory(-ies), Snuggle, Late Hours, Cheerleader
Summary: During a slow night at the Planet, Lois learns a little something about Clark and Lana's past, and decides the story needs to be rewritten.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here at PB XII. Follows Victory Celebration and Better This Way (with the caveat that Clark's had a lot of time to heal since then, and Lana isn't quite so oblivious anymore). Warning for vague allusions to non-con (Brad/Clark).
Rewriting History
It started innocently enough, a late evening at the Planet, nothing too pressing going on besides a deadline that they'd just about met, the conversation between the three of them moving from topic to topic with no real direction, mostly Lana dishing dirt on Clark's younger years, and Clark returning the favor. Lois thought it was hilarious, especially when their chatter turned competitive, the two of them trying to outdo each other in the 'who's secret is bigger' department.
But when Lana crossed her legs suggestively and raised an eyebrow, daring Clark to deny what she was about to lay down, the air between the three of them shifted. “You remember that time at Brad's party?”
Clark only swallowed, his face suddenly going pale, and Lois just couldn't resist, knowing that that look could only mean one thing.
“Hang on,” she interjected, forgetting all about the article she'd been typing and sitting up straight, leaning forward. “Did you two actually-?” she asked with a wave of her hand between them.
Lana smirked darkly, definitely a new look on the Mid-western red-head, and nodded. “Oh yes. Well,” she paused, considering. “Not exactly. But close enough. I finished. Clark finished. Even Brad finished. God, what a complete tool he was,” she added with a roll of her eyes.
“Brad?” Lois sputtered. “Oh, now you have to tell me the whole story. Are you seriously suggesting that you two had a three-way? With another boy?” she asked, giving Clark a pointed look. “Why, Clark, I didn't know you went both ways.”
But Clark's whole demeanor had changed, and he turned his focus on typing his own article furiously. “I don't want to talk about Brad. But... yes, to both. Not that it's any of your business, Lois. Thanks a lot, Lana.”
His admission aside, the remarks were cutting enough that Lois wasn't about to let it slide. No way. Delivering a quick kick to his shin underneath their desks, she crossed her arms over her blouse. “Oh, please. Like I don't know all your other deepest, darkest secrets. And if it was that bad of an experience, maybe we should just rewrite history, hmm? What do you think, Lana? Wanna give Clark something better to remember?” she suggested, winking at the other woman.
A devilish grin spread over Lana's face, and Lois mentally revised her opinion of the former cheerleader: charming, sweet, and a bad-girl to the bone. Definitely someone Lois would've been happy to corrupt if she hadn't already been completely corrupted. “Sounds like a brilliant plan to me,” the red-head said, smirking.
With a sigh, Clark just shook his head, before turning his own dark expression up at them, his eyes twinkling with mischief behind those huge glasses. “You're both incorrigible, I'll have you know.”
Oh, Lois knew.
~*~*~
Not much later, the three of them were tangled in Lois's bed-the only one big enough to fit them-sweat-slicked and panting, Lana's tongue working Lois madly while Clark took Lana from behind roughly, his hands digging into her hips as he seemed to be holding nothing back. It was even better than Lois had imagined, sparkles already dancing around the edges of her vision as the red-head licked and stroked her toward another climax, her first still tingling in her fingers and toes from the way Clark had fucked her.
Her hands tightening in Lana's hair-God, it was beautiful-she writhed and canted her hips, grinding down to get more of that talented tongue. Jesus, who knew cheerleaders were so kinky?
“You're gonna... have to come over... more often,” she breathed, eyes rolling back as her sex spasmed, fresh waves of pleasure washing over her as Lana's teeth caught her clit with just enough pressure to set her off again. The room spun for a moment, but she caught Lana's heated look as she came up for air, licking her lips like she'd just had the best meal ever. Oh, now that was dirty pool.
“I just might have to take you up on that invitation,” Lana purred. “Oh!” Shouting, she shivered with her own orgasm when Clark thrust into her hard, his body tensing as he came again, and she pressed her face against Lois's thigh, panting as Lois petted her hair.
Collapsing onto the bed beside Lois, Clark tugged Lana up to settle her between them, and Lois kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Lana's lips, their legs tangling together as Clark's arm wrapped around them both.
“That... was much better than when we were seventeen, Lana,” Clark breathed, nuzzling into her hair and squeezing them both.
“Not even drunk out of our wits this time,” Lana chuckled lightly back, tossing a sated look at him over her shoulder. “You're not the little nerdy boy you used to be, either, glasses notwithstanding.”
“Nope,” he agreed, kissing her quickly. “But that's what happens when you grow up.”
Feeling suddenly left out, Lois cut in, “Hey, what about me?”
Lana's eyes fell on her again, and Lois would be damned if that didn't stir a little heat in her center again, the red-head arching her back to press their breasts together. “Well, I didn't know you as a teenager, but I'm willing to bet you've come a long way, too. Because you, ma'am, are nothing like what I expected. And you're a lot better bed-partner than that tool ever could've hoped to be.”
Lois couldn't help preening a little at the compliment, brushing a hand over Lana's hip and down over her bottom. “Thanks. You're not too bad yourself, sister. And what about you, Clark? That enough to rewrite history for 'ya?”
To her satisfaction, Clark nodded, reaching up to smooth down her hair and trail his fingers down her shoulder and arm, a wistful smile gracing his lips. “Oh yes,” he answered, Lana smiling and nodding along with him.
And if it was good enough for Lana and Clark, it was certainly good enough for Lois. “Good. Next time, we'll make a whole weekend of it. What do you say?”
The echoed laughter that met her was music to her ears. Oh yes, they would definitely have to do this again.
~*~*~*~