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Superman and the Popstar

The daily planet hosts a charity ball and you, Popstar sensation capture Clark’s attention. Unfortunately, Superman has to save the day. But Clark can’t help but fall for the world’s princess.

CW: Mostly fluff with soft smut at the end, being dry humping. I may continue this sort of thing!! I don’t normally write fluff or soft smut so this is a little out of my comfort zone. I hope you enjoy!

Clark Kent stood at the edge of the ballroom, feeling out of place amidst the boisterous crowd. The Daily Planet sponsored the event, and though he was an integral part of the team, Clark wasn't exactly a "social butterfly." He adjusted his tie, looking around for Lois or Perry, when his eyes landed on the stage.

On the far side of the room, illuminated under soft golden lights, you gently tapped the mic. The pop sensation of the decade. You were laughing with a small group of people, effortlessly charming everyone with natural charisma. Your hair cascaded as you moved and your silver dress sparkled like the night sky. It was surreal to see someone so famous in person—someone whose music had been the soundtrack to so many of his own late-night, quiet moments.

You caught his gaze and locked eyes. You gave him a smile that was both warm and knowing, as if recognizing the quiet type in the crowd.

Clark froze, caught in the intensity of your stare. He adjusted his glasses, trying to look anywhere but directly at you.

"Clark!" Lois's voice broke him from his reverie. "Are you planning to stand here all night or actually speak to some of these people?"

Clark chuckled, his nerves easing a little. "I'm just… admiring the view," he replied, nodding towards you, though he immediately regretted it. Lois raised an eyebrow.

"Admiring, huh?" Lois grinned mischievously. "Want me to introduce you?"

Clark opened his mouth to respond when the lights flickered.

A low murmur ran through the crowd. At first, people thought it was just a malfunction, but then the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps echoed across the marble floors.

The doors at the far end of the ballroom crowd opened. Gunmen. Several men in dark clothing, their faces covered with masks, stormed in, shouting for everyone to stay down.

A collective gasp filled the air. Screams erupted from the crowd, and chaos unfolded before Clark’s eyes. He watched as you instinctively grabbed your bodyguard's arm, Your expression morphing from playful to terrified in an instant.

Lois immediately began reporter instincts, pulling out her phone and trying to get a shot, but Clark’s focus was elsewhere.

“I have to do something.”

His heart raced, but it wasn’t fear. He could feel his body instinctively shifting,his powers flaring up beneath his skin. But he had to wait—there were too many people to save in an instant, and Clark knew that taking action too early would give him away.

He tried to act casual, pushing through the crowd to get closer to you. Your bodyguard had already moved you behind a pillar, but he could see the wide-eyed expression as you were frozen in place.The gunmen were yelling for everyone to stay on the ground, but your gaze met Clark’s, as though asking for help.

He couldn’t let you down.

Clark reached for his tie, his fingers brushing the fabric as he moved behind a large potted plant—just enough to be out of sight. Superman needed to be there.

Within seconds, Clark disappeared into the shadows. But where he went, no one saw.

A split-second later, Superman burst into the ballroom, the glass doors shattering around him as he flew through, his cape billowing behind him. The gunmen turned toward the new threat, raising their weapons, but before they could even pull the triggers, Superman was already there.

His speed was a powerful wave of motion that knocked the guns out of their hands and sent the assailants crashing into the walls. The crowd gasped, their fear turning into awe.

You stood, frozen, Your wide eyes locked onto the man. You had seen Superman in the media of course, but seeing him in person was a different experience entirely. He was calm, commanding and impossibly strong, yet he had a gentleness in his eyes.

As he cleared the room of the remaining gunmen, he turned back. You were still standing behind the pillar but decided to step forward.

"You’re safe," Superman said, his voice deep and reassuring.

You nodded, blinking rapidly as though trying to process everything that happened. “Thank you,”Your voice trembled slightly. “You saved us.”

Superman gave a reassuring smile. "That's what I'm here for."

Before you could say anything else, he turned back to the remaining threats, quickly ensuring that they were all neutralized. As the police arrived, Superman was already gone, vanishing into the night sky as silently as he had appeared.

Clark Kent reappeared moments later, his tie slightly loosened and his glasses crooked. He was trying to blend back into the crowd as though he had never left.

Lois shot him a knowing glance as he gave excuses of his absence and before she could speak , you came rushing up to them, filled with excitement.

“That was incredible,” You stated breathlessly. “I’m so glad you were here. I don’t even know what I would’ve done without him, or, well, you, Clark Kent…” You read his name tag.

Clark’s heart raced again as you smiled at him with confidence. Your eyes wide with gratitude. Despite the glasses and disguise, you knew it was him. He instinctively pressed a finger to his lips and stepped closer. “I’m just glad everyone’s okay.” You nodded in understanding the need for secrecy.

You gave Clark a gentle touch of the shoulder. “Maybe we could get together sometime so I can give you a proper thank you?”

Before Clark could respond, your security team swept you away, leaving him standing there a little dazed and stunned.

Lois smirked, nudging him in the ribs. “Seems like you’ve made quite an impression on her.”

Clark blinked and watched you being escorted to the exit. He could still smell the sweet scent of your perfume. “Yeah-I guess so.”

The lights were blinding as you stood at the edge of the stage, the roar of the crowd drowned out by the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You adjusted the strap of your microphone, your fingers trembling slightly from the excitement of it all. But there was one person who stood out among the hundreds in the audience.

Clark.

His presence wasn’t loud or flashy like the cameras that surrounded you, but it had a gravity of its own. He stood behind the curtain, hidden in the shadows, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver through your body. The last time you saw him, he'd saved your life, pulling you out of a dangerous situation as Superman. You were able to bypass whatever he did to disguise his identity.

Today, as you stepped onto the stage, you felt him there, that pull, like a tether between the two of you. There was something different about the way he looked at you, something that made the spotlight on you feel like an afterthought.

As the first chords of the song vibrated through the air, your nerves slipped away entirely. You were in your element, singing with all your heart, losing yourself in the music. The crowd screamed in approval, but the only thing that mattered was Clark's gaze. It was like his eyes were the only thing keeping you grounded as you poured everything into the performance.

His expression was pure admiration, his lips slightly parted as he watched you with wonder. Every high and low you delivered, captivated him more than the last.

He’d always been reserved, quiet—even around people he’d known for years—but here, now, as he looked at you, his emotions were so open, so raw.

As you hit the final, powerful note of the last song, the audience’s cheer was deafening. After thanks and musician etiquette, the music faded, and you felt your heartbeat echo in your ears. You didn’t even have time to catch your breath before you found yourself running offstage, your legs carrying you with urgency mirrored in your chest. You had to talk to him. Clark stood by the stage entry way, poised and patient, he’d been there for hours. His eyes never left yours.

“You were… incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. It was no ordinary compliment, as though he truly saw you, not just as a performer, but as someone who had transformed the very air around you with talent.

You took a step toward him, feeling the magnetic pull of his presence. “You’re not just saying that because you’re Superman, right?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Clark gave a small chuckle, but there was an underlying seriousness to it. “No, I’m saying that because you’re not just a performer, you’re… something else. You make people believe in things. You make them feel something real. I’ve never seen anyone so alive up there. You make it look effortless.”

“When I’m on stage I feel like I’m home.” you said softly, meeting his gaze, wondering if he felt that same kind of thrill when he saved people.

But before you could ask, Clark’s hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering. “I didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way about anyone.”

His words hit you like a wave, leaving you breathless and dizzy. You stared at him, taken aback by the depth of his feelings. “Clark,”

Before you could finish, he leaned in, hand gently cupping your face, and kissed you.

His lips moved with yours hungrily, as though he had been holding himself back too long. He had his other arm wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the floor. Your heels dangled and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Clark breathed deeply and pressed you against the wall, you hoped no one could see but then you stopped caring. Your legs went around his hips and he pulled back. He pressed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone and shoulder.

You moaned and instinctively grinded against him. Clark returned to your mouth, sweeping his tongue against yours and he felt you move against him harder.

“Needy girl, huh?” He gave you more friction by leveling you a little lower on the wall. “Can you give it to me? Let me make you cum, sweetheart.”

Your lips went a little slack as the tension built in your stomach but Clark was savoring your lips. He’d definitely kissed off all your lipstick and he sucked your tongue. The tightness in your belly fully uncoiled and you dug your nails into his back. The pleasure made your eyes roll back and you groaned louder. Clark smiled as he let you chase it seconds after. He studied your face and kissed it all over.

“As nice as this is…I’d like to take you on a proper date. And I’d like to sample you from the source.”

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