how cold love is

by azulalord

Summary:

your soulmate Superman never gave you the time of day out of fear of getting you hurt. it results in you unknowingly moving on with the source of his pain.

Notes:

began as a blurb i came up with on my tumblr that im cross posting here after some asks for a part two:

a soulmate AU [soulmates have a loose bond where they can sometimes feel traces of what the other does when apart] where your soulmate superman never gave you the time of day out of fear of getting you hurt. it results in you unknowingly moving on with the source of his pain…

Chapter 1

     Lex Luthor was a talented lover, you can admit that. What made him so special were his fingers. They were long and slender, which you normally would have referred to as pianist fingers, but you knew Lex was more of a typist than anything. 

     The back of his limo was quiet aside from your heavy panting, and the wet pecks he gave you across your neck. You shifted on his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock against your backside. 

     “A bit fast for a first date,” you said with a giggle. You were a bit tipsy after your night out together,— you had never been on such a luxurious date before. In fact, you hadn’t dated much, as you previously believed wholeheartedly in your soulmark and the man it symbolized. The same mark you kept hidden from everyone, including Lex, underneath piles of bracelets that dangled loosely from your wrist. If you angled your arm weird, the familiar Kryptonian symbol would be on full display— but you knew better than to show that off. 

     “What’s so wrong with fast?” He asked with a smug tone. You turned to face him, shaking your head softly. You furrowed your brows however as you noted him fumbling with the seat controller. A sudden click of a button and the small tv behind you flashed onto the live news. Superman was doing some sort of press conference. You felt uncomfortable immediately. 

      “I didn’t realize the evening news turned you on,” you said. You shifted away slightly, aware of the burning sensation on your wrist. Did he know? Surely there wasn’t any way that was possible. Regardless, you met Lex by pure coincidence.

     “Shh,” he hushed you gently, his hand moving to cup your cheek. His other one snaked beneath your evening gown. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers dancing up the delicate skin of your thighs. “I just thought a bit of noise would give us some privacy from the driver. We wouldn’t want the poor man to overhear our passions, now would we?” 

     You opened your mouth to reply, but gasped at the sudden intrusive of his long fingers pinching your clit. You bit your lip as you adjusted, gripping his shoulders as he cooed and entered a finger inside you, followed quickly by another. Your slickness collected over them, making the intrusion easier for him to curl his digits and pound them into you. 

     Your eyes were shut as you felt a build up in your lower stomach, signalling your approaching orgasm. Lex however, kept his eyes on the screen, and watched as Superman faltered in his speech. A smirk built up on his face as he continuously fucked his fingers deeper into your cunt and watched as the light in Superman’s eyes die in 4K definition. His cock painstakingly hard against your ass, rubbing shamelessly against you. In his past, he never bothered with all the stupid lovey dovey soulmark bullshit. He often ignored the idea of it entirely as it didn’t suit his purposes, but suddenly wished he’d paid more attention to the science of it. 

     He was determined to find out if he fucked you, would Superman feel it too? 

Chapter 2

Summary:

after your date with lex luthor, the whole office is buzzing. some curious, and some seemingly bothered by your choice of suitor.

Notes:

cw: cunnilingus & identity stuff

You crept in late into the office, hoping not to draw any attention to yourself. However, like always, you didn’t account for Lois’ keen eye. 

     “Late? How unlike you.” She smirked, her warm eyes caused you to pause in front of your desk. Your handbag clutched to your chest as though you were a teen caught sneaking into the house at 3AM on prom night. 

     “We all have our days,” you replied coolly. You neatly placed your things on your desk, and sat down eagerly. You itched to grab your water bottle as you were still nursing a deadly hangover. However, you knew any sudden movement would draw in Lois’ interest. She was a good friend, and an even better reporter. 

     “And our nights,” she replied before she sauntered over and plopped down on the side of your desk. She reached into her pocket, took out her phone and showed you a Lex Luthor Google search that brought out multiple TMZ and related articles about the mystery woman he had been seen with. One titled: POSSIBLE SOULMATE? caused your heart to stop momentarily. The guilt of last night pooled in your stomach as you thought of a certain red and blue costumed hero. 

     “Is there a reason you’re showing me this?” You asked with a hint of curiosity. You were a decent actor, or liar; it came with the job. Lois only tilted her head and raised a brow to show that she wasn’t buying your little innocent act. 

     “No reason,” she said. You could hear Cat stifle a giggle from her desk adjacent to you, and you knew if you turned your head just right you’d likely catch Jimmy grinning at your situation. “Just thought you’d be interested to hear of his latest exploits. After all, didn’t you have an interview with him just last week? Did he mention his mystery woman then.” 

     You didn’t have to reply as luckily, Clark came zooming into the office, mumbling a few apologies as he barrelled in. He had a way with entrances, and also a way of getting on Lois’ nerves. She shot you a look to suggest that she’d want all the details during lunch (the two of you usually headed to the vegan Vietnamese place across the street, it was the best spot for gossip). She turned her head and sighed as she watched Clark awkwardly place his briefcase against his desk and sat down with a heavy sigh. 

      “Don’t worry Kent, you still beat our friend here,” Lois gestured to you. “At the lateness game. Did it have anything to do with Superman? I saw you got a second interview with him, Kent. I’m starting to suspect the big guy has a crush on you.” 

     ”I prefer to see it as admiration for my craft,” Clark replied. You giggled at his words before you interjected. 

     “I think if anyone has admiration for someone it’s definitely you with the way you write about him,” you spoke up. “Maybe Lois is onto something.” You were thankful that Clark served as such a great distraction from Lois’ pestering. You didn’t know much about Clark as he kept to himself for the most part aside from polite greetings. Frankly, Clark was practically a stranger. As soon as you tried to picture his face, you always felt like you had to really pull from your memories even if you last saw him a few minutes ago. You knew he grew up in a farm, and like everyone else he kept his soul mark hidden. 

     It was customary to keep soul marks concealed in work settings, as it was seen as a weird social taboo. You had a feeling Clark was single though judging by his annoying demeanour. Although he was polite, he had a know-it-all attitude whenever he was passionate about something. That didn’t mesh well with you, and it certainly didn’t mesh well with Lois. You didn’t hate the guy, but you were grateful he wasn’t the one sharing a mark with you. Even if your soulmate preferred to battle monsters every week rather than hold a conversation with you. 

     “Very funny,” Clark replied. “Anyway, maybe I was held up by an interview with him. After all, he does need a keen reporter to discuss his comments from the conference yesterday. But you’ll find out more once I get the paper published.” You rolled your eyes and assumed Lois did the same. She turned to you and gave you a light smile before she sat up from your desk. 

     “Anyway,” he said, directly facing you. You sat up in your seat, not used to Clark’s attention. He wasn’t one to look others in the eye very often, and frankly you felt as if he avoided you in particular. Elevator rides with him made it the most obvious, as he had a habit of shrinking in on himself as if the thought of touching you unintentionally disgusted him. “What kept you from coming in on time? Lois suggested you were late too. That’s unlike you.” His words were matter of fact, and it bothered you a bit to have him speak as if he knew you. A smaller part of you, for some strange reason, felt pleased by his curiosity. 

     “She had a hot date last night with Lex Luthor, and judging by her tired eyes, I’m gonna assume a hangover.” Lois answered for you with a wide grin, much to your annoyance. 

     “Lois—“

     ”Luthor,” Clark said. You furrowed your brows and noted his tense expression. “Is he your soulmate?” The question hung in the air for a moment, as the guilt settled into your stomach. Was that what his look was for? Was he judging you? 

     “Gosh Kent, what is this? The fifties?” For once, you were incredibly thankful for Lois’ ability to enter any conversation seamlessly. You contemplated paying for her lunch for a moment before remembering she was the one airing out your business in the first place. 

     “Geez, I feel like the main character today or something,” you said. “And to answer your question Clark, no he is not. It was just one date, nothing even happened aside from sharing a few drinks— I hope that settles everyone’s curiosity; Jimmy, I know you’re listening.” 

     “Guilty,” Jimmy replied, not even stopping for a moment as he texted away on his phone. 

     “Just one date,” Clark murmured. Once again, you found yourself slightly baffled by his reaction. You knew he grew up in the country, but you had not expected for him to be so conservative on dating. Regardless, it was none of his business who you were seeing. Especially when it was clear your soulmate could make time to talk to Clark, but not you. 

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     It was in the late evening when you got home to your apartment. Your feet were sore, and so was your back by the time you showered and changed into an old band tee and pyjama shorts. You sat on your bed for a moment before grabbing your laptop and getting comfy. You scrolled, hoping to start a new series Cat had been begging you to watch, but a sudden tapping on your balcony window caused you to tense. You paused, listening to only the sound of your breathing, before you heard the tapping once more. You shut the laptop, and carefully made your way to the screen door, shifting the curtain aside only to come face to face with the same emblem that had been haunting you since the day it engrained itself on your wrist the night of your 21st birthday three years ago. It had been a year later that Superman first appeared. A month after that you had your first and until now only encounter with him where he told you he couldn’t be with you. 

     “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice tight. You were on the roof of a nearby apartment complex he flew you to after a kaiju attack downtown. He had come to check on civilians, but you approached him and flashed your wrist. As soon as he saw the mark, he flew you away. You had been grinning the entire time in his arms, laughing in joy even. The joy was quickly erased when he set you down with a sad look in his eyes. “It’s too dangerous.” You wanted to tell him you didn’t understand, how could it be dangerous when it was your fate to be with him? 

     Before you could reply, he had disappeared. Growing up you had been told that too much time apart from your soulmate would be painful. For a while it was until you had started working at the Daily Planet. You assumed the distractions that came with your first real job was what dulled the aches in your heart, as it was when you went home every evening that the aches came back. 

      You flipped the latch on the balcony door, and let him in wordlessly. You felt as if you had everything to say, and also nothing at once. Your mouth was shut and it felt like even if you wanted to speak you wouldn’t be able to pry it open. Luckily he spoke first, and broke the awkward tension. 

      “How are you?” He asked. It was enough for your shoulders to droop, and for you to turn away and allow anger to fill your head.

      “So all it took for you to come back and speak to me was a night with somebody else?” You tried not to let any emotion show in your voice, and felt you did a great job until you turned back to him and saw the empathetic look on his face. You weren’t some broken and damaged thing, and yet he looked at you like you were the most fragile object in the world. 

     “Not just somebody,” he said. “Luthor is dangerous—“ 

     “Yeah he’s a tech giant, not everyone’s first date gets plastered all over TMZ. I can handle the attention, Superman.” It frustrated you that you had no other name to call him by. Instead, just like everyone else in the world, you had to refer to him only by the title he bared.

     “No,” he said. He took a step closer to you, and you took a step back. The soft sheets of your mattress tickled against the back of your knees. You could see faint traces of hurt in his eyes, but ignored it. “Luthor is not a good man, and not just because he’s a billionaire.” 

     “Elaborate,” you said softly. 

     “He’s obsessed with me,” he said.

     ”Isn’t everyone?” You replied. He scoffed, as though frustrated by your indifference. 

      “No— he wants to see me dead. I think he may even be using you to get to me.” You thought back to Lex’s insistence on keeping the television on, his fingers flexing deep inside your cunt as he focused on Superman’s speech. It made you feel sick at the memory, but you also remembered the way he kissed you. The way he held you delicately and called you beautiful, and how he said all the right things on your date. It wasn’t love or anything even close, but you knew he at least harboured some type of enjoyment at being with you.

     “That’s impossible,” you said. “Men can’t just take interest in me? How would he have even known I was your soulmate?” Your first question was intended to be a low blow, a sting meant to showcase your closeness and trust in another. You watched him tense at your words, before he took a step closer. 

     “Trust me,” he said. “He has a way of finding things out.” 

      “Okay,” you said. 

      “Okay?” 

     “I’m not going to stop seeing him,” you said. “But I’ll take your words into consideration. I’ll pay more attention, and who knows, if you’re right, maybe I can learn a bit more into what he wants out of playing Romeo with me.” 

     “You could be putting yourself in danger—“

     ”I’m a journalist, it’s what I do,” you interrupted. “Every article I publish with my name and picture puts me in danger, and that’s something I learnt to be okay with. Dating can also be a dangerous game,— I know that, and I think whatever entity responsible for soul marks is aware of that too. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have a superhero for a soulmate. I think it’s only you who can’t see that.” 

     “I get it,” he said. “Is this some type of way to get back at me?” You scoffed before placing a hand against his chest in an effort to shove him, but of course he didn’t move an inch. 

     “How I live my life is none of your business. Please, don’t act like I’m some dumb teenager who’s acting out because I want attention either. Frankly, it’s condescending that you would even assume that.” Your breathing was heavy, and your hand was still pressed against his chest failing to move him. He surprised you by wrapping his hand around your wrist. You did your best to ignore the sparks, and the heat of his skin against yours. You could act as though it didn’t make your thighs clench to have him so close to you. If he could hear your heartbeat speed up, he didn’t show it however as he continued to speak.

       “You’re right,” he said. “I don’t mean to be condescending. But trust me when I say it is my business. It is my business when I feel as if I’m actively being tortured knowing someone else is touching you. Especially when that someone else is one of the dangers I’ve been trying to keep away from you by maintaining my distance.” He came closer, his unnatural blue eyes fixated on you. They were filled with fury with a set jaw to match their tone. The closed distance caused your hand to move, the tip of your middle finger made contact with the skin of his neck. You could feel his warmth, as well as the sparks that danced across your fingers from the brief contact. You moved your hand away as if burnt before he grasped it in the same hand he held the other in. 

      “Like I said,” you whispered with venom. “Danger is part of my job description.” You attempted to take your hands out of his grip, the struggle only caused you to fall into his chest. His other arm wrapped around you, and before you knew it his lips were pressed against yours. You didn’t know who made contact first, but all you knew was that you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

     It felt unlike anything you had ever felt, as though gravity had forced you two together. His lips were feather soft, but firm as if he wanted to melt his skin into yours. His grip on your hands didn’t waver, even when you shifted back to land on your bed. Your hands still locked in his, now pressed above your head on the mattress. You could feel his hard body against yours, his pelvis desperately rubbing against your inner thighs as you opened your legs to welcome him in. 

     You opened your mouth to allow him entrance, and felt his tongue clash harshly against your own. His eagerness was showing; it was rough and demanding. There was no room for gentleness, especially as you felt his free hand reach and squeeze your hip. You could feel his length press against your inner thigh as he grounded himself closer to you. 

      “Where?” He whispered against your ear, his lips ghosted across your neck. He sucked tenderly at your skin. 

     “What—?”

     ”Where did he touch you?” The mere words seemed to cause a shudder to roll off his body. He was ruled by jealousy and possession in a way you had never seen in anybody before. His hold on your wrists loosened, and allowed for one of your hands to escape. You carefully grabbed his own hand that was holding your hip and brought it to your neck.

     ”He kissed my neck,” you said as you brought his hand down, and allowed it to trace over your breast and stomach before settling over your heat. “And he pushed his fingers into me as he did it.” His grip on your wrist tightened, not painfully— never painfully despite his strength. 

      His other hand however, tore away at your shorts and panties and left you bare. You gasped at the sound of its tear, and jerked your hips once you felt his own fingers prod at your entrance. They rubbed against your building slick, collecting it onto his skin before his aim shifted and he circled your clit. 

     You held back a moan, feeling beyond sensitive especially as his lips continued to suck on your neck. Though suddenly, and quicker than your body could even register his lips disappeared. A coldness on your bruised skin replaced his warm presence, and you watched as he slowly lowered himself off the bed. You sat up curiously, and watched as he kissed your knee, and then the other. Soon after he trailed more tender kisses up your thighs until you felt his nose tickle against your slit.

      ”I’ve never—“ 

      “Please,” he said. His hands gripped onto your thighs, tightly as if you’d disappear if he let go. “Let me taste you.” Your breath hitched and unconsciously you felt yourself open your legs slightly as if to accommodate him. It was unlike with Lex, where despite the pleasure, you felt your legs close as if to push him out. 

     In fact the moment you felt Superman press his lips against your clit you opened your legs even wider. A low moan let out of your throat as you laid back, and felt his fingers enter you with a quickness. You could feel your stomach tense as he curled them inside you just the way you liked. His lips still sucking on your clit, occasionally licking up the juices that dripped out of your pussy. 

      He ate you out like a man on the brink of starvation, his attention solely focused on you and your pleasure. 

      “Please,” you murmured between gasps. Though you weren’t sure what you were begging for. Was it release? Was it for him to stop as you had never been so overwhelmed with pleasure in your life? You didn’t seem to know, however the word only encouraged him to dig his fingers deeper and flex them more. You let out a gasp as you felt your cords begin to snap. 

     “I— I’m close,” you shrieked. He only hummed in response, the cool air from his nose tickled against you and you shivered in return. He continued his rhythm, his fingers pumping in you steadily whilst he tongued your clit. After another particular curl of his fingers, you felt an orgasm like no other and clenched helplessly around him. Your thighs pressed against his head and had he been any other man he would have suffocated by now considering he hadn’t seemed to stop eating you out for even a second to catch his breath. 

     After a few whimpers escaped your throat he finally moved to stand. His entire mouth and jaw was soaked wet from your juices, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. You sat up, suddenly uncomfortable by the slickness of your thighs. 

      “Come here,” you whispered. You gestured for him to lean down, but he remained standing. His eyes looked unsure, as if he was disoriented. 

     “I want to continue this,” he said. “I really do.” You furrowed your brows, and felt your heartbeat kick up. Was he leaving you again? 

     “Superman,” you felt vulnerable even saying it, once again remembering you didn’t know his name. 

     “It’s not just your safety that kept me away. But my worry that… You wouldn’t like the real me.” Once again you were left in confusion, unsure of what he meant. 

     “So let me get to know you,” you said. “You could start by telling me your name.” 

     “It’s not that easy,” he replied. He moved to sit next to you on the bed, his eyes suddenly refused to meet yours. “You already know me, that me,” he said more quietly. 

     This revelation only left you even more confused. “What do you mean by that?” You turned to look at him, slightly shivering now that the cold air reached your inner thighs. He faced you, his eyes dimmed and you wondered just what he was so afraid of. Suddenly he half smiled, as if an idea just came to mind.

     ”You’re the journalist,” he said with a glint in his eye, his voice still quiet. “Maybe you can figure it out?” Before you could reply, he was gone in a flash. 

     It was safe to say the next time you encountered Superman, he’d receive another earful from you.