Pinching the bridge of her nose, Lois stalks out of the newsroom building, a headache brewing behind her eyes. She appreciates that, as part of the job, reporting relies a lot on other people, but what she doesn't appreciate is the fact that other people are horribly unreliable. Her main source, for an article that she was hoping to get written up tomorrow, had just backed out on her, claiming that the interview time - that they had arranged ahead of time - suddenly wouldn't work any more. Things come up, that's fair, but it doesn't make it any easier for Lois to go crawling back to ask for the scheduled article releases to be changed around because a lead fell through, the entire situation just rankled her instincts as an Alpha, and just feels overall terrible.
Speaking of being an Alpha, her hormones have been all over the place recently, and today is no different, as from the faces of those walking by, she must be scenting subconsciously, putting out a pheromonal signal of frustration and aggression, and it's with a sheepish smile directed at passer-bys that she does her best to rein in the physiological reaction that comes along with her distress. Just great.
She might as well begin making her way home; it had been clear from the tone in the meeting that she'd just attended that she wasn't expected around the office for the rest of the day due to not being able to write up the article she was supposed to, and it wasn't like there was much she could do otherwise. Jimmy is sick, so it's not like she can go bug him for the photographs she needed for her article, or even to just hang out. Though, thinking of Jimmy brings her mind to the big guy, Clark.
Clark's stature is an enigma that Lois feels like she needs to crack, just because… is it not unusual for an Omega to be so toweringly large? She gets it, she defies expectations, being quite slender for an Alpha, but Clark is just… something else. Finding out he was an Omega had been a shock to her system, that was for sure, but if anything, it made him more appealing to her? It just felt… right. Clark wasn't at the meeting - a Godsend, really, she doesn't want people she's friends with to see her being chewed out - and if she remembered correctly, he often frequented the bakery for lunch.
Pulling her phone from her jacket pocket, Lois checks the time.
1:48pm.
Maybe she can try and bump into him on the way back from his lunch? He shouldn't be too far from the Daily Star by now, and it certainly beat trying and failing to get through to her source whilst pacing around her place, instincts itching under her skin. Patting down her pockets - phone, keys, wallet - she turns and heads towards the bakery, hoping to catch Clark before he heads back into the office.
Frowning as she rounds a corner, Lois shrugs off her coat, feeling weirdly hot under the collar despite the decently cool spring weather. Her cycle is a bit whacky, but she shouldn't be near a rut, not just yet. Either way, she sighs in relief at the feel of the breeze on her skin as she bundles her coat under her arm. Her relief doesn't last long, though, as while she's distracted, she crashes into someone else walking the opposite direction, the person large enough that she ends up falling down on the side walk.
'Oh no, I'm so - Lois?'
Shaking her head, Lois looks up, only to see the very man she was looking for, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head as he leans down and offers a hand to her. There's something off about him, though, the way he smells, the way he looks… shaking her head again, Lois takes his hand and pulls herself up.
'Where are you headin' in such a rush?'
It's hard to focus on Clark's words when he smells so… so good. Swallowing back an ill-advised compliment, Lois answers.
'I was looking for you, actually,' that sounded normal enough, right? It didn't bely the way heat tingled low in her stomach at Clark's surprised, delighted smile.
'Oh? What's the occasion?'
'Ah,' Lois thinks back on her shitty day, 'nothing much, just felt like comin' to see you, that's all.'
Clark smiles, before he frowns and leans closer, and Lois freezes up. Clark smells unfairly good, a bit like sweat and a lot like exertion, and she can't stand it. It's a hot day and Clark is right there, right there in her space. The corner they're on is relatively deserted, so it startles Lois when she can hear a growl sounding near them, and it startles her more when she realises she's the one growling.
'Lois, we need -' They're not that far from her apartment, and she needs Clark out of sight of any other potential mates, now. Grabbing Clark by the wrist, Lois marches them across the street and around another corner before unlocking the door to her apartment, taking the stairs by two as Clark tries to understand what Lois is doing and why.
Clark is looking at her now, with wide eyes and a fetching blush across his handsome face, and it's just too much to take any more. With a blinding buzz gathering at the base of her skull, Lois pushes against Clark until they're at the threshold of her bedroom, Clark protesting the entire time. Throwing her coat down in front of them, Lois presses in further, closing the door behind them before pinning Clark to the cheap wood.
'Lois, Lois, what's going on-' Clark's voice fades away as he realises what's wrong with her the moment a small amount of clarity enters her mind; she's in rut. Her clear-mindedness fades as fast as it came, what with such a lovely Omega in front of her, and soon she's stretching up on her tiptoes, trying to shove her nose in the crook of Clark's neck to get to the source of his scent.
Clark's scent blooms around them, something earthy and sweet and addictive, and Lois goes from huffing at the collar of his shirt to trying to tear it away from his skin just so she can press herself closer to him. Clark's shirt is tight, regardless, stretching over his chest obscenely, and Lois isn't sure if she wants to see him undressed or keep him all trussed up like this.
Clark's stopped resisting, his protests turning softer and then stopping entirely as he's overtaken by the heat of the moment, the pheromones pouring out of Lois as her rut kick-starts more than enough to turn Clark compliant, his face turning sweet and lovely as she presses against him.
For an Omega, Clark is absolutely massive, and it doesn't seem to stop below the belt, either, as Lois can feel the shape of his arousal pressing into her lower stomach as he whines above her head. She wants, and the way Clark smells under her is doing him no favours, because the smell of heat and exertion and sweat on him is just too good to pass up.
'Lois, I-'
Lois reaches up and presses a finger to Clark's lips, silencing whatever he has to say. Nothing could be more important than getting herself as close to Clark as possible, naked and sweaty, merging into one.
'Don't, just let me,' her words are clumsy with rut, her brain entirely focusing on the closeness of their bodies, 'let me do this, Clark.'
Clark nods above her, his frame trembling with tension as her hands dart to his collar, fiddling with the already straining buttons. It just about drives her crazy, each day at the Daily Star when she has to see Clark being his adorable-yet-massive self, but getting to undress him now is wholly worth the wait, of playing dumb as if Clark isn't the most attractive Omega she's ever seen. The moment she gets some more of his shirt buttons popped open, his chest heaving with adrenaline, she presses her face to the plush muscle and inhales. Her tongue darts out to lick along Clark's skin, the salt-tang of his skin so delicious she can't help the way she shudders against him.
She can't wait, she needs him now, the haze of hormones rushing her actions as she grips both sides of Clark's shirt and tears the remaining buttons clean off. Clark shucks the sleeves off and his shirt is hanging from his belt, the next place that Lois focuses her energy on. There's an inviting bulge beneath his belt line, one that is making her mouth water at the thought of how big Clark is for an Omega.
One hand cups the underside of the bulge whilst her other begins to fiddle with Clark's belt buckle, and the way Clark slumps against the back of her bedroom door whilst Lois undresses him, whining all the while, is just making her want him even more.
It takes her a few moments to get Clark's belt undone, and much less time to pull him out of his underwear through the fly of his pants, and oh, now she's actively drooling. She's not naive, as much as those around her sometimes think she is, but even if Clark were an Alpha, he'd be considered big, let alone the actual truth of him being an Omega.
She needs that inside of her yesterday.
Holding Clark's cock by the base, she strokes the length of it from root to tip with the other hand, Clark choking down a moan as she milks him, her hand speeding up into a filthy rhythm that he's helpless to combat save for pushing his hips up into her grip. He throbs in her hand and the whine that rips its way out of his throat is so desperate, on the verge of a keen, that she knows Clark isn't going to last much longer if she keeps it up, doubtless the cocktail of pheromones driving him to an early orgasm.
'Lois, please, slow down, I don't think I can -'
'You'll be fine to go again after, right?'
It's not a question, and by the way Clark's body tenses as he pushes into her strokes tells her all she needs to know. He'll be good for her. He nods rapidly, eyes closed, biting his bottom lip, the heat between them undeniable and intense, and seeing him submit to her this easily is lighting a fire that simmers low in her stomach, her cunt clenching as she rubs her thighs together to try and give herself some sort of stimulation, some kind of relief.
Clark trembles all over as orgasm takes him over, balls pulling taut to his body as he spurts over the wooden floor beneath them, making a slick mess of Lois' hand in the process. She keeps stroking him, listening to him whimper and seeing the tension in his body ratchet higher before he fully slumps, wincing in slight oversensitivity as he comes down from his peak.
Part of her wants to taste him, and she figures since they've gone this far, why not. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she pokes her tongue out of her mouth to taste him, Clark's eyes going wide from where he's leaning back against the wall as she does so.
'Lois, you -!'
'Hm,' she smacks her lips a little, and pokes her tongue out again, licking a larger amount off her hand, 'salty.'
Clark doesn't speak this time, instead burying his face in his hands with a moan.
'I really shouldn't have let you waste all of that on the floor,' she looks down at the mess they've made, 'you really should've done that inside me.'
'You - I - you don't know what you're saying!' Clark splutters, and Lois frowns.
'Oh, I think I do,' it takes her a second to wrangle her shirt up and over her head, revealing a simple yellow bra with some lace detailing along the top of the cups, 'plus, are you really gonna tell me this isn't what you want?'
Clark swallows heavily, his eyes trailing down her body, eyeing up the slope of her stomach, the swell of her breasts, the line of her hips visible over the waistband of her jeans. She's always been quite trim, fit and compact, she has to be to keep up with the demands of tailing after an investigation, and it all pays off in the way Clark can't seem to keep his eyes off her.
'I - no, I can't, you're beautiful, Lois,' Clark says it like it's a revelation, and it makes Lois snort a little, perhaps she's not the only one who's been firmly in denial about her interest, because Clark is looking like he's never been allowed - never allow himself - to look at her. He's still hard, not having flagged a bit despite his orgasm, and his cock throbs in the open air where it hangs forgotten; something Lois intends to remedy.
Lois gestures to her bed, and Clark hesitates, but as she insists he goes easily, like a good boy, and she says as much only to watch him blush to his ears and down his neck in a fetching pink hue.
At first, he sits on the edge of the bed, and whilst he looks so cute like that to her and whilst it makes her instincts as an Alpha purr with pleasure at seeing him in her bed, she has different plans for him, plans that involve Clark lay down and Lois on top of him, giving him what they both need. She presses her hand against his shoulders and he goes down easily, lying back and looking up at her like she's the only thing that's ever mattered to him, and far from making her shy, it makes her want him even more.
Unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down her legs with impatience, Lois hisses as she presses her finger to the outline of her cunt, soaked through the thin cotton fabric of her panties. It's gonna be uncomfortable to put these back on afterwards, but for her plans, she's gonna need them, so no matter how much Clark reaches up to her, no doubt wanting to rip them off her like she did his shirt, she'll have to be careful. Stepping out of her panties, Lois can tell the moment the full force of her scent - an aroused Alpha in rut - hits him, because his eyes blow wide and dark as he keens, hips lifting into the air as if he can't control himself.
She's so wet and aroused it's painful, and kneeling over Clark, his cock almost reaches her cunt even before she's started to try and ride him. Reaching her hand down, she curls it around the base of his shaft, Clark moaning at her touch as she gets herself into position. This kiss of the fat head of his cock to the entrance of her cunt is intoxicating, near heavenly, and she hisses out a laboured moan as she begins to press herself down. The one good thing about ruts is that it made prep nearly completely unnecessary, her body primed for breeding, so as she slides down, the stretch feels good instead of painful.
Clark's mouth goes slack and his eyes flutter closed at the inexorable slide into her body, his cock surrounded by wet, tight warmth that has him clenching his hands by his side to resist grabbing onto her hips. She usually likes an Omega with a bit of fire, so she'll have to teach him, but that can come at another time, right now she needs to move.
Lifting herself up, her thighs are shaking from just how good he feels inside of her, and she can barely hold out long enough to hear him beg for her before she slides back down on his cock.
'Lois, please, please, I-'
'Mmh,' Lois moans as she slides back down, seating Clark inside of her fully, the head of his cock pushing insistently against the end of her cunt, hot and hard and so big. He throbs inside her and Lois presses her hands down on Clark's chest, his skin starting to bead with sweat.
She starts up a rhythm, Clark almost dazed underneath her, looking up at her worshipfully as she moves on top of him, thighs flexing with each lift and drop down. Lois shifts a little, moving forwards a tiny bit, and gasps as she presses back down, Clark's cock hitting her G-spot easily, the pleasure sparking hot and intense up her spine.
Clark's hands alight on her hips and Lois allows him that transgression, because his palms are warm and sure, doing nothing so much as holding onto her for his own sake, fingers gripping tightly but not forcing her movement. She can see the desperation building in his frame again as she keeps moving, feel it in the way his fingertips dig in to her hips, a reminder of their passion that she'll be sure to savour.
'You know,' Lois pants out, 'I always wondered what you'd be like in bed, 'cuz you're so different from the typical Omega, but you behave pretty well for all that muscle you pack on,'
He twitches inside of her and Lois almost purrs with the feeling, settling down and rolling her hips instead of pulling up and off, and oh, the change is immediate in Clark's behaviour as swallows back a swear, always too nice to be so vulgar.
'Lois, you can't keep, oh! You can't, I'll come again if you don't stop,' his words are shaky, and Lois tips her head back with a triumphant little laugh.
'That's what I want from you, yeah?'
Clark's eyes go wide, and he stammers, but Lois smiles and presses her finger to his lips, pressing herself to his front, letting him feel her body.
'Why'd you think I tracked you down, huh? I've always kinda liked you, so, are you gonna take responsibility for it?'
Clenching down hard around Clark, she feels the moment he tips over into orgasm almost helplessly, unable to even think of pulling out of her, pulses of cum filling her up. He's drained, almost, from his previous orgasm, but it still feels good enough that when Lois reaches down to press at her clit she can feel herself tightening up in rhythmic clenches as she comes around Clark, something settling in her just right, as if she was completed.
Pressing a hand to her lower stomach, Lois looks down at Clark with a smile, 'you really are gonna have to take responsibility, you know that.'
By the way his cock throbs inside of her again, Lois is pretty sure Clark has it handled.