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stress relief ── . ✶ l. lane

summary: you give lois some relief from her constant stressing over her articles.

pairing: lois lane x gn!reader ノ wc: 3.0k warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', lois is one locked in but stressed out gal, clark and jimmy make a cameo in the fic, smut, fingering (lois receiving), lowkey sub!lois, praise, calling lois “good girl” and “pretty girl”, aftercare, kinda porn with little plot, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: this came to me right before i fell asleep like two nights ago and i knew i had to write it. also reader is purely gender neutral and there's no references to their gender! that's a first for me lol anyways im so gay for lois and i need her BAD! lois lane masterlist

STRESS WAS LOIS’S MIDDLE NAME.

Well, it was Joanne, but the point still stands. It was like a leech that latched on to her and started to slowly eat away at her. But, with a job like hers—Lois thrives on it in order to be the best at it. There was a reason why she won a Pulitzer, and it wasn’t because her cortisol levels were low.

If someone asked you about your relationship with Lois, you’d say that she’s married to her work, and having an affair with you (which isn’t true, obviously, but it’s funny in retrospect).

You checked the watch on your wrist and sighed knowingly. You made a detour from the restaurant you were heading to and made it to the Daily Planet. It was just after 7:00 pm when you made your way into the building, the doorman greeting you with the tip of his hat.

Your shoes softly tapped on the tile of the office as you made your way out of the elevator and into the semi-quiet bullpen, save for the clacking of keyboards and papers sliding out of printers.

Both Clark and Jimmy looked up as you approached, sending you a smile and a polite wave.

“Hey, funny seeing you here.” Jimmy greeted you as he leaned back in his chair, welcoming the distraction that you brought this late at the office.

“Hey, Jimmy.” You sent him a small smile. “I see someone is burning the midnight oil.” You glance at Clark, who was rolling his chair over to where you were at Jimmy’s desk, before looking at Lois, who was unaware that you were there and still typing away at her keyboard.

Clark followed your eyeline. “Yeah, Lois wanted to bounce some ideas off of us.” He told you with a smile.

You raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. “She’s not forcing you to stay here?” You hummed out as you looked at Lois’s hunched figure.

Clark and Jimmy shared a glance with each other before hesitantly shaking their heads in unison. You chuckled and shook your head.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Jimmy asked before his eyes widened. “Not that we don’t like seeing you though.” Jimmy added quickly.

You chuckled at Jimmy’s attempt at salvaging his words. “Well, someone and I had a date night, but they never showed up at the place we decided to meet up at.”

Clark and Jimmy winced slightly, looking at Lois. The three of you knew how Lois could get when she was working on something important or close to a deadline.

“But don’t worry. You’ll be free from your shackles soon.” You quipped as you walked around Clark and headed to Lois’s desk.

The world seemed to fade as you entered Lois’s orbit, and you smiled when you saw Lois chewing on the tip of a pen. You leaned against the wall that provided some amount of privacy next to Lois’s desk.

You saw Lois do a double-take, having seen you out of the corner of her eyes, and she finally ripped her gaze from the computer screen she had been staring at for hours on end.

“Hey! What are you doing here? I was planning on heading home soon.” Lois said as she took the pen out of her mouth and leaned back in her chair. She almost sighed in relief as she cracked her neck with a loud pop.

You couldn’t help the warmth spreading through as her full attention was on you. Instead, you sighed and you pointed at the sticky note that was haphazardly stuck onto the edge of her screen. Lois followed your finger and read the sticky note, ‘DATE NIGHT AT 7PM. LEAVE EARLY!’

Lois winced. “Shit, sorry I just got caught up in writing and the time got away from me.”

“It’s fine. I ordered takeout from our favorite spot and it should be at our apartment by the time we get there if we leave now.” You waved off her apology.

Lois raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Lois.” You said with a small laugh. “I know you’re going to be thinking about finishing the article while we’re out.” You said knowingly.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Lois’s brows furrowed as her expression twisted into one of offence. “I’d have my undivided attention on you.”

You sent her a look that said, ‘Stop lying, you know I’m right.’

She rolled her eyes in response and huffed. You smiled at her as she went back to her computer and saved her Word document before shutting down her desktop and packing up her things. Your eyes were stuck on her, but you could hear Clark and Jimmy start to pack up behind you. The four of you headed out of the Daily Planet together and went your separate ways once you made it to the street.

Once you got to Lois’s apartment, the food hadn’t arrived yet, so Lois went and showered and changed into comfortable clothing. While she was washing the day away, the food had come, and you paid the delivery driver. You set the food out on her coffee table. The two of you ate together without any distractions, telling each other about your day in between bites.

After dinner, the pair of you threw away the empty boxes of food and stored the leftovers in her fridge. When the fridge door shut, Lois threw her arms around your shoulders and sank into your embrace once you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Staying over tonight?” Lois asked as she drew circles on the bare skin at the back of your neck, making you shiver slightly at the sensation.

“Yeah, if you want me to.” You leaned closer to her, your gaze stuck on her lips.

Lois smirked, noticing where your gaze was. “I do.” She said before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours, pulling you into a soft kiss.

You sighed into it, pulling Lois further into your body, leaving virtually no room in between the two of you. Lois’s lips felt like coming home, and an indescribable warmth flooded your body as your lips moved in sync against hers. Lois could feel the stress slowly melt away from her body as you kissed in the middle of her kitchen. It was like your lips were the soothing balm to the endless tension coiled in her body.

You kissed for a minute or two more before you pulled away, but Lois chased your lips, pecking them twice more before she leaned back in your arms.

You let out an amused laugh. “I’ve got to shower.” You slowly unraveled your arms around her, making her huff a little.

“Fine.” Lois unwrapped her arms from around your neck.

You shook your head at her, and before she could move too far from you, you pecked her lips, your lips lingering for a moment. Then you moved out of the kitchen, grabbed your overnight bag from the floor near the couch, and went to her ensuite bathroom in her bedroom, and planned to shower.

Lois had a slight smile on her face as she maneuvered through her apartment, grabbed her work bag, and brought it into the bedroom. She was glad that you were in her life. You brought a sense of lightness to her life that she hadn’t experienced in a long time, and it was welcomed.

Ever since the two of you ran into each other in Jitters, her life hasn’t been the same. Even in all of her cynicism about the world from the injustices she sees on a daily basis, you managed to instill a sense of optimism in her worldview despite it all. It pushes her harder to find the truth and make it known to the world, to try to find justice and bring hope into an increasingly hopeless one.

Lois settled on her bed, sitting with her legs criss-crossed, grabbed her laptop from her bag, and opened her latest article on Word and started to work on it—letting your faint humming coming from the bathroom fill her ears and help her focus on her work.

You weren’t the slightest bit surprised when you saw Lois working in her bed. You leaned on the doorway of the bathroom, just observing your girlfriend in her element. Lois was dressed in an old Metropolis University sweater, one of the hood’s strings being bitten on absentmindedly as she typed away on her laptop, and wore some boxers that hung low on her hips—you got an eyeful of her bare hip peeking through her sweats and boxers.

Lois’s hair was thrown up in a messy bun on the top of her head, and a few wayward strands fell into her face, which she tucked behind her ears when she could. The room was cast in a warm glow from her bedside lamp, which you were sure she found off the street, but she insisted that she thrifted since it didn’t match the rest of the decor in her apartment.

A sudden rush of desire flooded your body as you looked at Lois in her rawest form. She wasn’t Lois Lane of the Daily Planet, the quick-witted and hard-working journalist—she was just Lois, working herself to the bone in pursuit of the truth.

You could see the tension in her shoulders from where you were standing, and an idea popped into your mind. You had a surefire way that tension would melt away. You walked over to Lois’s bed and slid in from behind her, sitting in the small space between her and her headboard.

Lois felt the bed dip behind her, knowing it was just you and paid no mind as she read over the article, adding tidbits of information here and there throughout the many paragraphs she had written.

“You know–” You pressed a kiss to her exposed neck, “You can take the night off. The article isn’t going anywhere.” You told her as you started to rub at her neck and shoulders, massaging the tense muscles.

“This article won’t write itself.” Lois murmured as she leaned back against your hands. “I’ll stop writing it when Clark admits he’s Superman.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew Lois had this absurd idea/theory that Clark was Metropolis’s resident Kryptonian, but you just couldn’t see it. “When’s your deadline?”

“Friday.”

It was Tuesday.

“Babe.” You said, exasperated. “You’re almost done, you can finish it tomorrow at work.”

“I know, but I swear I’m almost done.” Lois started to type again, her eyes zeroed in on the screen in front of her.

Okay, well, it was time to execute your plan. You said nothing in response, and instead, you let out a long breath. You continued to massage Lois’s shoulders before you stopped, resting your chin on her shoulder and pressing yourself closer to her. Your chest was plastered to her back as you slung your arms around her hips. The action was innocent enough— Lois had thought nothing of it and secretly liked it when you were clingy like this.

You started to press soft kisses to her pulse point, barely able to feel the beat of her heart. You nosed at the spot for a moment before your lips latched onto it, nipping and sucking gently at it.

Lois let out a small gasp. “What are you doing?” She asked breathlessly.

“Nothing.” Your tone was between innocent and playful as you kissed her neck.

Lois said your name with a warning laced in her tone. ��M’trying to work right now.”

“I know. So am I.” You said before moving up to her jaw, pressing biting kisses to it as your hands slowly moved, your dominant hand moving into the waistband of the boxers she was wearing as your other one underneath her sweater—your hand meeting the bare skin of her stomach.

Lois let out a frustrated breath, trying to act like those soft caresses and kisses weren’t working her up and distracting her. She went back to focus on the screen in front of her with a clenched jaw.

You smiled against her skin and decided to go in for the kill. Your hands moved simultaneously. You grabbed at her bare chest, filling your hand with her breast as your other hand slid underneath her boxers and found her bare, but wet cunt.

You chuckled darkly under your breath. “No bra and underwear?”

Lois swallowed thickly. “Don’t need them when I’m going to sleep.” She explained in a strained voice.

You hummed in response. Your fingers slid through Lois’s slit, covering them in her slick, and gently rubbing at her clit as you squeezed at her breast. You kissed her neck and jaw as your hands worked in tandem with each other. One was squeezing and pinching at her nipple, the sensitive skin hardening in between your fingers, while the other rubbed at her clit before dipping down and inserting a finger into her warm and leaking pussy.

“You’re so stressed all the time honey. Just let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed into her ear as your finger started to move slowly in her.

Lois’s vision blurred. She couldn’t focus on the laptop in front of her as you started to play with her body like an instrument that you were an expert at. Lois let out a small gasp when she felt a second finger join the first one. Pride filled your chest as Lois sank back into your embrace, her head falling back on your shoulder as you sat up taller on the bed.

You pressed a kiss to her temple. “Such a good girl f’me. You’re doing so good, my pretty girl.” You praised as your fingers moved in and out of Lois’s pussy, a muffled squelching sound joined the breathless pants and small whines leaving your girlfriend’s mouth.

Lois surrendered herself to the pleasure that was filling her body, her hips canting upwards and chasing your fingers. You could feel Lois clench around your fingers. She let out a loud moan as you adjusted your hand and started to rub at the spot that flooded her veins with warmth as the coil in her lower abdomen grew tighter.

“You close baby? Can barely move my fingers with you clenching so hard around them.” You muttered, desire thick in your voice as you played with her breast underneath her sweatshirt.

“Y-yes, m’so close.” Lois moaned out weakly, trying to focus on the orgasm threatening to wrack through her body. She could feel the sweat that coated her body as you continued to finger her relentlessly.

Your wrist was aching, but you didn’t care—you wanted, no, you needed Lois to come. You kept up the pace, making sure to rub her g-spot with a come-hither motion with the tips of your finger, making her whine and writhe against you.

“Fuck! Gonna cu-” Lois cut herself off with a choked moan as her body seized up with pleasure. She practically gushed around your fingers, slick coating them as you continued your ministrations on her fucked out cunt, just slowing your pace down as she came. You stopped when her breathing started to even out, your fingers stilling in her as you pressed kisses to her temples.

Lois turned her head to capture your lips between hers. Your hand left her breast and from under her sweater to cup her cheek as she sloppily kissed you, clearly drunk on the endorphins that flooded her body. She whined against your lips as you pulled your fingers from her cunt and out of her boxers.

You pulled away from the kiss to clean your fingers of her arousal, sticking them into your mouth and sucking away her come that coated them. She looked at you with widened eyes, lust dancing in her blown-out pupils.

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss against her lips before you moaned, Lois turning the kiss filthy as she stuck her tongue in your mouth, tasting herself on your tongue. You cupped her face with both hands, reciprocating the kiss with as much heat as she was kissing you with before you pulled away.

You looked at her blissful face and smiled when you saw the lack of tension in her shoulders, and the wrinkle on her forehead was smoothed out. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips once more before pulling away.

“Feel better?” You murmured as you kissed her heated cheeks.

“Mhm.” Lois hummed happily.

It was abundantly clear that she wasn’t as stressed as before, and you smiled at her.

“Good, let’s go to bed.” You reached over her and closed her laptop before moving it to her nightstand.

“What about you?” Lois asked.

You shook your head. “It was about you destressing, not me.”

Lois pressed her lips together. “You sure?”

“I’ll survive.” You teased as you got off the bed, heading into the bathroom to wet a washcloth with warm water.

“Just you wait, I’ll give you an orgasm that makes you see stars!” Lois called out from the bed, making you laugh and echo throughout the apartment, making her smile.

“I have no doubt.” You said as you came back into the bedroom and gestured for Lois to take off her boxers.

She shimmied out of them, kicking them towards you playfully. You swatted them away, a mock scowl on your face before it morphed into a tender smile as you cleaned up Lois.

Lois’s heart warmed as you cleaned her up and pressed gentle kisses to her thighs after you were done. You threw the washcloth into the hamper in the corner of her bedroom, turning off her lamp before getting into bed next to Lois—letting the faint glow of the moon illuminate the room slightly.

The two of you gravitated towards each other and wrapped yourselves in a tangled embrace. Legs were intertwined, arms wrapped around waists and over each other while facing one another. You somehow fell asleep before Lois, so you didn’t see her devilish smile on her face. The decrease in stress in her body made her a bit more conniving than usual.

And Lois would make good on her promise the next morning.

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