description: matt’s eavesdropping suddenly feels like a mistake when he hears serena asking you about a date. little does he know, it was disastrous, and for one reason — he’s the one you really want.
tags/warnings: jealous!matt, cursing, all just sweet cute fluffiness, matty being awkward and reader being the one to confess first <3 it’s pretty short as usual of late but i’m on my period and feeling like a big ol’ softie rn
author’s note: keeping the self indulgent matty fics coming because they’re fun to write and i love him and i don’t feel so much pressure writing fics where i know approx 3 people will read them hehe <3 please enjoy & let me know what you think
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“Soooo…”
You roll your eyes at the smirk on Serena’s face, knowing exactly what it is she’s come padding straight over to you about at the exact second you start your shift.
Matt’s ears automatically prick up, his eyes trained on the way your cheeks blush crimson and your jaw clenches.
You nudge Serena’s side gently, your voice barely a whisper, “Shut up!”
She shakes her head at you with a laugh, “C’mon, you can’t keep gossip like this from me.”
Gossip. Right. Matt knows he should tune out now but it’s gossip and it’s about you so he can’t.
“I can,” you singsong, eyes narrowed in warning as she continues to laugh, “And I will.”
“It’s your first date in, like, forever!”
Your eyes widen as you scold her with a string of curse words under your breath, “I’m so not talking to you about this right now.”
You’re suddenly aware that Matt was nearby when you got here and Serena had interrupted your usual routine of going straight to him to say hi.
You really hope he can’t hear you right now.
Serena just tuts, circling you like a shark for a moment with her pen between her teeth.
She smirks, catching Matt’s eye for a second and then leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Why? Scared Matty’s gonna hear the dirty details?”
Your eyes flicker back to where Matt is stood meters away, curiosity clear in his pretty brown eyes. You also detect more than an ounce of something you can’t quite recognise, but that appears a little like disappointment.
Your stomach does flips, and you find yourself sending him a reassuring smile as if to desperately plead for his forgiveness for something you’d somehow done wrong.
Serena snaps you back into reality with a cough, a teasing smile on her face as she makes it known she’s acknowledged that you were utterly, if only briefly, distracted.
“So come on, how was it?” she isn’t giving in, and now you don’t want to even look at Matt for fear of seeing how he’d react to details of your date.
The crush you’d harboured for him had been ongoing for as long as you’d been working together, and sometimes you think he must be blind not to know.
Granted, you were yet to make him aware by actually telling him… but there was no way you were going to do that — and you figured the cliche of him somehow not realising was his fault and not yours.
“If you must know, it was shitty,” you sighed, recounting the disaster of a date in your head and cringing profusely, “He was fine, nice. But I basically indirectly told him I was only going on a date to get over someone and surprisingly that didn’t go down well.”
Serena’s laugh echoes, and you notice a few people turn to stare, but Matt is no longer anywhere in sight when you swivel your head to check, “Oh, babe.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger, “He was hot, as well. Jesus christ he was so hot but all I could think about was you know who.”
You look down at your feet with a frown.
When you look back up, Serena’s expression is no longer teasing you and instead a little more serious — but a small smirk still plays at her lips.
“If you’d seen his face when I said the word date,” the smug tone of her voice made you shake your head as she continued, “He looked like a kicked puppy. Even more so than on, like, an average day. He was so jealous.”
You scoff, “No, he just didn’t want to listen to us gossip and probably had better stuff to do.”
“When does Matt ever have anything better to do when he could be lingering around you like a bad smell?” she jokes, and your stomach flutters a little at the notion of people noticing how much he seems to like being around you.
Still, you don’t really believe her.
“When, like us, he has patients to see,” your brow is quirked as she pouts in disappointment at your lack of enthusiasm to carry on the conversation, “I’ll catch up with you in a bit, yeah?”
“Look, I don’t get why you’re so into him,” she shrugs, “But he’s so obviously into you too and you need to just do something about it.”
You bite your lip, sighing as she turns away.
If Matt was jealous, you wondered how he’d act around you today.
Would he be his usual shy self? He always tended to toe the line between being incredibly nervous around you and being the most comfortable he was around any of his colleagues.
You’ve turned on your heel and you’re barrelling towards the room your first patient is currently waiting in, your mind entirely elsewhere, when you collide with the very person who has got you so distracted.
“Oh—oh, I’m so—,” Matt pauses for a second as he realises it’s you, “Y/N! I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking and I— oh I should’ve been looking! You’re probably busy and—,”
You place a hand on his shoulder to steady him and you’re sure you feel him tense at the contact.
You smile across at him, “Matty, it’s my fault.”
He relaxes at the sight of your warm smile, his pretty eyes all puppy-dog like again and you have to swallow thickly to pull yourself out of the trance they’ve put you in.
“No—no, not at all.”
“Matty, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Neither was I and—,”
“Matty… Seriously.”
He sighs, blinking at you for a moment as he ponders his next move and tries not to focus on the fact you’re still touching him.
“How was, uh, your date?” You idiot, he curses himself, why did you ask so abruptly? Or even at all?
But he can’t help himself, it’s the very reason he was so distracted in the first place.
“Oh you, uh, you heard that?”
He nods.
“Serena said she’s sick of me moping about—um, about— she just thought I should—,” you’re getting flustered and you can’t decide what lie to spin about why you went on that stupid damn date, “She thought I should go on a date and I caved. It—It was terrible.”
He looks concerned for a second, and you realise that the distress on your face has suggested it was worse than it really was.
“Not, like, terrible, just not good,” you shrug, smiling shyly at him, “I just didn’t like him like that.”
He breathes out, lips pursed as he waits to see if you have any more to say, and when you don’t, he smiles, “That’s a shame. Plenty more fish in the hospital! The sea, I meant the sea.”
You laugh at his mistake, but can’t help yourself from thinking about Serena’s words and wondering if maybe she really was right.
All the times Alex had aww’d at you getting close to Matt, all the times Ron would roll his eyes as Matt tried to make you laugh, all the times you’d catch Bruce winking at him as he approached you.
Here goes nothing, you figure.
“In the hospital, huh?”
“I meant sea,” he gulps, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with his fingers, “It’s just because we’re—because we’re in a hospital. I wasn’t suggesting the right fish—guy— is here.”
The hand that still remains on his shoulder falls to your side now, but not without a gentle rub of the pad of your thumb across his sleeve.
“He might be,” you shrug, eyes narrowed as if challenging him to look directly at you now.
He’s squirming under your gaze, more anxious than you’ve ever seen him, and somehow it emboldens you more.
“If you must know, I was on a date because I thought I should get over someone else,” you’re hoping the leading tone of your voice gives him the hint, but he still seems oblivious.
If anything, he just looks more disappointed.
You draw in a sharp breath, “Matty— I—,”
“Is it Bruce? Serena was saying lots of women like strong older guys,” he’s lost in thought now, racking his brain for who it could possibly be, “Or someone in a different department? Oh, uh, you don’t have to tell me. Or you can… I won’t—I won’t mind.”
Something tells you he would.
“Seriously, Matty?” you giggle, and the way his face drops like you’re making fun of him makes your hand fly up to his arm yet again, “Are you seriously that oblivious?”
He looks somewhere between shellshock and utter confusion, head tilted like a perplexed puppy as you let out another shy chuckle.
He frowns, “What do you mean? Is it Serena? Oh, I totally don’t-don’t care if you’re into girls! Or—uh—I don’t know?”
You shake your head, “Matty, it’s you. C’mon, that’s so obvious.”
“Me?”
He drinks in your words but still struggles to swallow them, like he can’t possibly believe that you mean them.
“Yes, you,” you chuckle, “We spend, like, all of our time together and I’d have thought it was obvious.”
He gulps, “Right, yeah, sure. Obvious. Totally obvious. Like—obvious how?”
“Obvious like I try to spend all of my time with you, maybe,” you smile, suddenly shy again as you lay things bare, “Or like I—well I don’t know, it seems to be obvious to everyone else.”
Matt ponders this for a second, “Well I thought it was obvious that I like you.”
“Oh it is, apparently,” you shrug, chuckling, “Just not to me. Guess it’s harder to tell when you’re too worried about yourself being all googly eyed at work.”
You see his chest puff out a little, the smile on his face resembling what you think would be a smirk on anyone else, “Googly eyed?”
You roll your eyes and his face settles more into just a genuine smile, “No I-I like that. You being googly eyed over me. It’s nice.”
You’re acutely aware that you really need to get to work, but you don’t want to tear yourself from your conversation right now.
Still, though, you must.
“I really need to go,” you watch his face drop momentarily and send him a soft smile, “But we can talk about this at lunch, maybe? I’m sure if I told Alex why then she’d be fine with us sneaking off for our break today. She’s like our #1 cheerleader— maybe tied with Serena.”
He shakes his head, “Our, first date— well technically our first date— can’t be on our lunch break, Y/N!”
You can see the cogs whirring in his head, trying to concoct some kind of plan.
“I was thinking we just go for a walk so we can talk away from everyone’s ears,” you giggle, “Doesn’t have to be a date if we don’t call it one. I’d like to not be in scrubs for our first date, for starters.”
Now Matt nods, “Right, yeah, of course. Well I need to go speak to—uh—gonna go speak to Bruce. I’ll see you at lunch, hopefully sooner?”
Your eyes widen, “Please god don’t ask for advice from Bruce, Matty. We’ll talk at lunch and we’ll figure this all out our way, yeah? Just me and you.”
He thinks over your words for a second and nods again nervously, “Yeah, okay. Me and you. Just me and you.”
“I’ll see you later, Matty, yeah?”
“You-you will!”
“Can’t wait.”
As you approach the door to the room you were supposed to have been in five minutes ago, Serena appears seemingly out of nowhere in the corner of your eye.
“You finally fucking did it!”
“Oh go away, I have work to do!”
“Sure,” she smirks as you roll your eyes at her for the millionth time today, “Try not to think about Matt too much while you’re in there, yeah?”
She flutters her lashes teasingly as you send her a discreet middle finger.
But she’s right, keeping Matt off your mind until your lunch break would be an impossible task.
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i had no idea how to end this LOL but i love matt so much i’m rewatching SDM already as i write this and still struggling to write him well but plsssss let me know what you thought !!!!!
(big thank u to the person who let me know they liked the last fic & sent a request — working on that one too rn!!!)
cw: oral!fem, maybe established relationship? or this could be a fuck buddy situation, sub!matt (a little bit of cocky!matt) kissing, teaching cuz he’s a (was) a virgin, r calls matt “matty” once, and cum eating…NOT PROOFREAD
a/n: OKAY SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SOOO LONG BUT WARNING IVE GOT SOME ST DENIS CATCHING UP TO DO BUT HERE ARE MY HEADCANONS (also these aren’t a lot but im tryna run through this request so bear with me plssss) -> request !
✿. matt is a virgin, duh. totally and completely inexperienced. i think he’d had his first kiss when he was really young but never did it again because it was wrong, but he’s got you as his teacher and you’re such a good teacher. he tells you that A LOT. breathing heavy as he’s between your legs, grinning up at you with a compliment before dipping back down, making sure to use all of your instructions on how to make you feel good.
✿. matt lovessssss making you feel good. it’s his main goal before anything. started off with you kissing up and down his neck and leaving blemishes—that’ll definitely earn him a few looks and questions the next day—as you hands went up and down his weeping cock. he gasped and grabs on to your hands and you ask him what’s wrong, and he replies with a “nothing! n-nothing. it just feels really good that’s all,” and matt didn’t know it was possible to feel that good. he’s never touched himself without a feeling of guilt washing over him and forcing him to stop, but this was like a little piece of heaven just for him. and matt wants to give you the heaven that he feels. so after you had him cum all over your hands—and shoots so far that his spend hit the hem of your shirt, he wants his turns. saying something like, “i..i don’t know how to do—obviously—but i want to know. f-for you.”
✿. matt doesn’t last very long. the first time he sank into you, your grip sent him off a cliff and his seed shot deep inside you. he felt terrible. how was he gonna make you feel good if he could last longer than..4 seconds. but you stroke the back of his neck and tell him it’s alright. that it’s normal for his first time and it’s nothing to be ashamed of, and he begs to make it up to you, already dropping between your thighs and hiss as his cock rubs against your sheets. “but matty, y-you just—“ “s’okay. i’ll be..cleaning it out,” and he makes you cum twice and you have to shove his head away before he tried to give you another one.
✿. matt is a sub, but sometimes a confidence boost would strike and he gets a little cocky. you wonder what’s gotten into him, laughing at the smirk on his face as he scrolls into your apartment and drops his bag near the door. “you seem happy..” you said, narrowing your eyes a bit to see if you could figure out what it was visually—you don’t. “i am..” “and why is that,” you ask, watching the way he tracks towards your spot on the couch and shrugs. he stands between your legs and towers over you with that same dopey smirk on his lips. “are you busy?” “i was gonna watch a show but it doesn’t mean all that important right—“ and like that he’s on your lips, hands cradling your jaw and he uses everything you taught him about being a good kisser, and the hard work paid off. your brains gone dizzy as you ball your fist into jacket and whimper into his mouth. he pulls away and this time your the one chasing his lips and it makes a proud feeling swell in his chest. “you wanna have sex here or in your bed. o-or the floor would be fine but it’ll mess up your hair..”
so the google drive has reached its playback and download limit, it’s gonna take 24 hrs to reset so until then. I making a discord server where i’ll be screening the movie! sooo stay tuned! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
18+ (mdni), fem reader, threesome, reader has hair, profanity.
"F-Fuck! Tight fuckin' mouth!"
Sokka groaned, hand wrapped around your hair, pulling it. His eyes rolling back in his head.
You whimper around Sokka's cock, eyes glistening.
Zuko continued his brutal pace in you, his cock filling you up in every spot that you swear you could see stars in your vision.
"She feels so good...shit..."
You feel Sokka pressing your head down to take more of him, you try looking up at him and see him smirking down at you, sweat covered his toned body.
"You like that, huh, pretty girl?"
You nod, tears streaming down your face. Sokka couldn't help but chuckle, thinking how adorable you looked right now, fucked to oblivion.
Zuko groaned, feeling a little neglected.
His finger came into contact with your clit, rubbing it "Haaaah! Z-Zukooo...!" You arched your back, lips leaving Sokka's cock to which he whined.
You screamed in pleasure, feeling Zuko's balls slapping against your overstimulated cunt, you felt another orgasm creeping up on you "Now, now, Zuko, you gotta share man"
Zuko pulled out of you, earning a whine and cry from you.
Though, it didn't last long as Sokka placed your back down on the bed, pushing your legs apart.
"Open up for me, pretty girl"
You whimpered when his cock entered you, filling you up "S-Sokka...! O-Oh God!" Your eyes widened in shock, seeing Zuko in front of your face.
He pries your mouth open with his fingers "Suck".
You pressed your tongue around his much bigger fingers, slowly sucking them.
"Yeah? Feels good, huh?" You heard Sokka laugh at you. All you could do was whine, taking his mean thursts. "Look, she's enjoying it Zuko, fuckkkk..."
Zuko grabbed his cock, placing it inches from your face before pulling you to it. He guided your head to a rhythm, bobbing it up and down.
"Ahh...S-Shit...!" You gag when his cock hit the back of your throat.
"You'll take all of us, understood?"
Zuko couldn't help but get excited when you nodded, tears in the corner of your eyes, clearly fucked out.
You moaned, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as Sokka's cock was rubbing all the sweet spots inside you.
His balls slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves that you almost blacked out until you felt Zuko's big hands grip your cheeks.
"Stay awake"
"C'mon now, pretty girl, the fun's barely started, haahhhh fuck!"
This was going to be one very looooooonggggg night.
note: both zuko and sokka were literally my childhood crushes, so to see those edits of the new movie, omggggg I'm gonna combustttt, not to mention aang?? HELLOOO??
Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, established relationship, being flustered, getting embaressed, Aang being cute and hot at the same time
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A/N: Well... here we are again. It's been a while since I've written headcanons but I watched the Aang movie so... my hands move on their own. First of all, Katara is so damn lucky omg. Second, I've always headcanoned that Korra's eyes glow when she's with Asami so... for me this makes sense too.
Of all things to embarrass him Aang never thought it would be his tattoos
He was proud of showing them off to you when you first started dating, a part of his culture, his heritage, part of him
The first time they glowed while you were having sex he didn't even notice it at first, he was too focused on how tight your pussy felt around him to pay attention to anything else
Figured it out after when you, while trying to suppress your laughter, asked him if the sex was so good it sent him into the Avatar state
Since then he'd been extra conscious of his tattoos glowing while he was around you
But it wasn't like he could help it, he couldn't focus on the pleasure and trying to suppress his powers at the same time, at least not in this case because it wasn't something he consciously did unlike his bending
Would put his hand over your eyes the first few times so you wouldn't tease him about it, even though you were clear that you thought it was more hot than anything else
You joked how it's like his whole body is signaling to you he's about to give you a creampie, it's not just his cock twitching and pulsing inside of you, it's all of him
Aang hated to admit it but you did have a point
Eventually he didn't even have to announce he was going to finish, if his tattoos started glowing when he was having sex with you, brighter and brighter with every desperate thrust, you knew he was close
That worked out great for you because it meant you could kiss him a whole lot more
No thoughts just thinking about Clark Kent as a sub, being kryptonian and superhuman no way he isn't hyper sensitive. Imagine even stroking his cock for the first time, he'd already be practically crumbling but try hold it together because he doesn't know if he's safe to be in a sub mindset around you. But when he cums and lets out a high pitched moan? He's practically done for. The night ends like that, him making some obvious lie to leave (not without being a gentlemen and giving you water) rushing away looking undone but embarrassed.
Don't forget about the overstim possibility? After the first time you two are kind of awkward and the worst part is Clark feels guilty letting go like that, getting you to have to treat him.. but the worst part is... he enjoyed it. And every time he remembers his cock practically strains against his boxers, so he avoids you. If he needs to talk to you? Best assured there's no eye contact and his sentences are one word, two words maximum. but whenever he catches your eye its like some kind of arousal and need to please you erupts deep within him, he has to excuse himself at the mere thought of you.
If only smallville could look a tad bit closer.. he would know that you were just as into it as he is, oh well. You'll tame him after a while. But you'll let him stew in embarrassment so when the real deal comes along? He'll be filled with so much shame while you force him to look in your eyes as he comes undone again.
The newsroom is empty, mostly. The lights overhead buzz soft and glow warmly, seemingly dimmer than the usual blinding white light. The only movement is the slow sweep of the cleaning crew far down the hall.
Everyone’s gone home, except Clark.
The place cleared out ages ago. Coworkers packing up the minute the clock hit the hour, and yet clark insisted on staying past regular hours.
But here he is, hunched over his desk, glasses sliding down his nose, fingers tapping out one last revision on a story that won’t even run until tomorrow.
You’ve stayed late too. Now lingering at the side of his desk, with your coat slung over your arm, and purse already in hand.
“Clark,” your voice comes out gently, trying for what has to be the third time. “It’s almost midnight. Come home with me.”
“Mhm.” His answers distracted, eyes glued to the screen inches from his face. “Just need to finish this draft. Shouldn’t take long.”
You sigh and push off the edge of his desk, circling behind him just to see if hell notice. He doesn’t. The glow from the monitor reflects off his glasses, and his brows are pulled together in that way it always is when he’s chasing the perfect synonym.
“Baby,” you plea, leaning a hip against the corner of his desk. “You’ve been following this story all week. You deserve a break.”
“‘M almost done,” he insists, fingers clicking against the keys rapidly. “I promise.”
“Mm-hm.” You pretend to believe him, fingers picking at the loose buttons of your top. “You said that an hour ago”
Clark lets out a hum, still clicking away on the keyboard.
“Thirty minutes ago,”
No answer.
“And ten.” You slide fully onto the edge of his desk, crossing one leg over the other, thick straps of your pants pulling on the belt against your waist. “I think you might be lying to me, Kent.”
That gets you a glance, a brief, amused one. “Im not lying,” he says. “I just want to get this part right before we go.”
“Uh-huh.” You tilt your head, entertainment slipping through your tone. “And what if I want to get something right?”
His typing slows, but doesn’t stop. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means…” you purr, leaning forward until you’re close enough to catch the faintest smell of his cologne from this morning. “…I think you’re too tense, and I think I can fix that.”
“Baby,” he chuckles softly, shaking his head lightly. “Not here.”
“Why not here?” Yo counter, swinging a leg just enough that your foot nudges his knee. “No one’s around, everyone’s gone. And my boyfriend’s too busy playing news reporter to even look at me.”
His fingers hover over the keys, and he’s still pretending to focus. Still pretending that he isn’t two seconds from giving into what he really wants.
Thats when you lean closer, palms braced on the armrests of his chair, and let your gaze drag down the lines on his shirt.
“Come on, Clark,” you whisper. “You’re superman. You can save the world tomorrow, right now…”
You drag a hand over his shoulder, down the broad stretch of his chest, feeling his muscles jump under your touch as he exhales a shaky breath.
“…you’re just my big, strong boy. And you’ve been working so hard.”
He swallows thickly, tapping a few keys lightly to regain his focus. But you’re already dropping lower, pressing a kiss against the column of his throat before your fingers drift down to the growing heat beneath his trousers.
His typing falters mid sentence, the cursor blinking on an unfinished word. “B-baby, I—“
Your knees touch the hard tile, and his chair slides back just enough for you to slip between his knees. “Let me take care of you”
Clarks hands still, his breath hitching as your hands trail over him. Unbuckling his belt and unfastening the buttons of his bottoms, the tension in his body cracking with every inch of contact. He finally looks down, and your eyes lock with his, lips parted just slightly.
“I’ll help you clock out, it won’t take too long.” You whisper.
His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose as his head tips back, hands hovering over the armrests like he doesn’t know whether to stop you or pull you closer.
Your movements are slow, deliberate as you savor every small reaction from him. The way his thighs tensing under your touch. A shaky exhale he tried to swallow down. Fingers hovering at his sides as a silent beg for more.
You toy with the band of his boxers for a moment, letting him twitch as you palm him through the thin fabric before taking him out.
“Just breathe, baby,” you murmur, breath warm against his length. “I wanna feel you let go.”
It’s almost too much for him already.
The intimacy of it, the vulnerability in the way his shoulders are slumped over and his chests already heaving. Just the two of you in the newsroom after hours. With you in between his legs, making all of his power and strength melt into trembling breaths and helpless sounds. Every inch of him unraveling under your attention.
You pump your hand up and down his length, squeezing softly at the base and letting him rest on your tongue. Clark gasps softly above you, hands bunched up against thighs. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, but you resist as you close your lips around him.
You let your tongue swirl around the tip, flicking against his slit and taking in the bit of pre cum that collected there. He lets out a soft moan above you, hand clasping around your arm in response.
His head falls to the side, thighs trembling as you take him further into your mouth. His hands hover in the air before settling in your hair. “F-fuck—“ he breaths, tone wrecked and barely there.
“Keep your eyes on me, Clark. I want you to watch.”
His lips part and his eyes lock onto you. Baby blue and glossy as you lick a stripe up his length. His brow quivers and a moan escapes his chest.
You take him deeper. Inch by inch until your nose brushes the crisp fabric of his shirt and his thighs tense on either side of you. His hips twitch forward, needy and desperate, the perfect picture of a man losing his composure.
Then, a ding rings out through the floor.
The elevator.
Clark jerks upright, heart pounding. Before you can pull back, he grips the back of your head and pushes you down, hard. Burying himself in your throat, sliding you beneath the desk just as the sound of distant footsteps start down the hallway. Your eyes water, throat constricting around the weight of him.
“Stay,” he breaths, voice somehow breaking on the single word.
You’re pressed close, heart pounding in your chest, and confined in the space thick with his scent and burning with the heat of him in your mouth. One hand rests on the back of your head, not harsh, but firm. Fingers tangled in your hair as he pleas for the person to pass. His breathing grows shallow, uneven, muscles pulled tight as the footsteps approach the bullpen.
“Hey, Clark,” the voice calls out casually.
His reply is strangled. “H-hey,” he croaks, the word coming out a little too high. You feel the tension ripple through him, his fingers tighten in your hair as he tries to ground himself. To hide how desperately he’s trying not to move while your throat flutters around him.
The seconds stretch. A printer hums somewhere down the hall. The steps pause, then continue on. A door opening then shutting somewhere down the hall, leaving the room silent once more.
Only then does he let go of the breath he’d been holding. A shudder wracks over him and he twitches in your throat. He slumps back in the chair, head tipping back, and the sound that spills out of him is heavenly. The faint clink of his glasses hitting the desk is the only sound between you two, followed by his low, breathy whines.
“Please,” he gasps, hips rolling shallowly. “Please, just like that—“
It happens too fast for him to stop it. His breath hitches sharply as his orgasm floods through him. You gag around his length and his hands tremble against your scalp as he releases warmth in your mouth.
The chair creaks under the sudden tension, soft, airy sounds stuck between a gasp and choked plea escaping his lips.
Then, he’s pulling you from under the desk. Chair rolling away as he drags you with him, chasing the heat of your mouth until his cock finally slides free with a wet pop, a string of spit and seed still connecting you.
You’re gasping, lips swollen, and chest still heaving from the sudden intrusion. He’s above, face flushed and tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The most powerful man on earth undone in the middle of an empty newsroom because you wouldn’t let him work late.
The newsroom is still empty, the world humming quietly around you outside. But Clarks shoulders sag and his hands fall uselessly against his side. His chest heaves with uneven breaths, glasses long gone, and cheeks flushed deep red.
“God,” he breaths. “I—I didn’t mean—“ he swallows, stumbling over words as he rushes to get them out. “Im sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen like that. I just— I couldn’t hold it back.”
He lets out an embarrassed little laugh, nervous and gazed, still not believing what jut happened. His fingers twitch, reaching out for your hand against his leg.
“I guess I’m not as composed as I thought,” he mumbled, looking down with something soft in his eyes. Apology, but also gratitude. “You always do that to me.”
You laugh softly, wiping the remnants of him off your lip with your sleeve. The sound loosens the tension still clinging to the air
“Come on,” you murmur, threading your fingers through his when his hand finds yours. “You’ve done enough writing for one day.”
His cheeks flush deeper, but he lets you tug him up from the chair, his frame still a little unsteady from what just happened.
“Let’s go home, Clark” you smile softly. “Before you start trying to write another article.”
He laughs, the sound low in his chest and entirely himself now, then nods.
“Yeah.” He whispers, pressing a quick, grateful kiss to your knuckles. “Home sounds good.”
Pairing: Clark Kent x reader 18+!!!
Tags/warnings: nsfw!!!, sub!Clark Kent, dom! female reader, kinda public, oral f receiving, riding, p in v, finish inside, use of y/n
Word Count: 5k
Note: sub clark my love :) kinda fast paced story, my b
Inspired by sabrina carpenter - when did you get hot?
“Come on, we don’t want to be late!”
Sarah, your best friend, looked over her shoulder at you with a bright smile. The sun shone down beautifully on her as she jogged down the sidewalk towards the venue.
Sarah was your close friend from high school, and you felt very honored to be in her bridal party. Her other bridesmaids laughed from beside you and followed Sarah to the venue for the rehearsal dinner.
The dress you wore was black, simple, with a white accent at the top. The strappy heels you wore clacked against the sidewalk as you talked with the other bridesmaids, joking about how lovestruck Sarah was.
The venue was beautiful with lots of greenery and twinkling fairy lights. Jazz music played over the speakers as family and the wedding party was littered about. As soon as Sarah entered, she beelined to her fiancée Jake, who picked her up and twirled her around.
Jake and Sarah have been high school sweethearts. Many of the wedding party were high school friends, with a few being from college. You knew most of them, but this was your time formally meeting many of them, or seeing them again after high school.
You strayed towards Sarah's parents and greeted them with a kiss on their cheeks. They introduced the rest of the family in their small circle and you all exchanged small pleasantries. It wasn’t long until Sarah came to your small group, looping her arm in yours.
“I’m sorry to pull y/n away, but I wanted to introduce her to the groomsmen that she’s walking with.” Sarah said with a smile, and with a small wiggle of her fingers she was pulling you away.
The two of you walked arm in arm across the room as Sarah talked to you.
“So you’re going to be walking with Clark. He was in our same grade, small with glasses. Anyway he’s the groomsman you’ll be walking with. He’s a little taller than you, but I think it’ll be okay. He’s a gentleman.”
You tried to remember Clark, and an image came to mind. Small, scrawny boy with that southern niceness to him. He would always smile and help out everyone, even if it was inconvenient for him.
The two of you had walked up to a group of groomsmen who were laughing and hitting each other after a joke. You turned your gaze from Sarah to find the broad back of a tall man.
“Don’t you know Clark?” Sarah asked, and the tall man turned at the voice of Sarah.
Huh.
Dimples. Curly hair. Wide smile. They all reminded of Clark, but he looks nothing like what you remembered. When did you get hot, you thought.
“I uh, I’m not so sure.” Clark said, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck.
“Did I say that outloud?” You asked, almost in a daze, your head tilting to the side. Your eyes lazily fell down his body, taking in how he looked in his suit. It was ill-fitting, a little too tight in some places and loose in others.
You felt Sarah nudge your side, snapping you from your daze. You could feel your cheeks redden as you met his eyes again, feeling ashamed at how you checked him out so blatantly.
“Hi y/n” Clark said quietly.
“Hi.” You whispered back, still a little slackjawed.
“Well, let’s get this rehearsal going!” Sarah said with a clap of her hands. Her and Jack gathered everyone and guided the family to their seats and the wedding parties to the back where they would enter. You followed in a daze, almost unable to take your eyes off Clark. His eyes kept shifting from you to anywhere else, the tips of his ears getting red.
At the back of the wedding chapel you talked with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, trying not to think about the glow up Clark had. Or about his broad shoulders, or his biceps. Or the veins present in his hands…
“...and then you’ll split off at the end of the aisle, everyone good?” Sarah said with a big smile. You nodded, barely getting out of your daydream to hear the end of her instructions.
The wedding party began talking with each other after instructions were given again. You and Clark stood quietly in the back.
“What did she say?” you asked Clark, looking up at him. He fixed his glasses and glanced down at you, shifting from side to side.
“Oh, she told us to walk down the aisle arm and arm down the aisle, to listen to the wedding coordinator on when to go.”
“Right, thank you.” You gave him a small smile to which he looked away from. You felt bad, it was like every time you looked at him you wanted to devour him, and it must have been scaring him. You shook your head to get rid of them.
“So, Clark.” You cleared your throat. “What do you do?”
“I work for the uh, for the Daily Planet. In Metropolis.”
“Oh, you're a big city boy now, aren’t you?” You tease. “Well, man.”
Clark sputtered a bit at this, pulling at his collar. Your eyes drifted down to his Adam's apple, which bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“Yeah, I- I guess you could say that.”
The processional music started, halting your conversation as the first few people left. One by one, each pair left. When it was almost your turn, Clark held his arm out. Screw him for being so gentlemanly, it was making your chest tighten. Especially because you could feel every hard muscle beneath his suit jacket when your hand rested on his arm.
The two of you walked down the aisle, giving Jack a smile when you reached the end. You were sad to let go of Clark, already missing the warmth. However any feeling of sadness was erased when you stood in your spot, having a perfect look at Clark.
You're not really sure what came over you. It was like you were obsessed with him, your eyes always finding their way back to him. During the rehearsal Clark would glance at you, only to look away with a flushed face when he saw you were already looking.
The rest of the rehearsal went smoothly, although afterwards the bridal party was ushered back to the hotel for an early night in. You tried to protest, making whatever excuse you could to stay longer and talk to Clark, but Sarah wouldn’t budge.
By the time the wedding came along, you were restless. The morning had been a blur of excitement, makeup, and dresses as the bridal party got together. And now, with the ceremony over and the marriage certificate signed, your official duties are over.
After some quick photos, the wedding parties were allowed to join cocktail hour and mingle with the guests. All day you have been watching Clark, who was finally wearing a tailored suit. The difference was felt throughout the wedding as all the grandma’s and aunties flocked to him. They cooed and complimented him, asking if he was single. Your ears perked up on his answer.
“Well you should think about settling down!” One of the grandmas said.
“You know, my Amanda works on Main street in Metropolis. I can give you her number!”
“My Carlie is about to graduate journalism school, you’d be a perfect match!”
“Oh hush now Gladys, let the poor man relax! Speaking of, my niece is a message therapist.”
You giggled into your hand before taking a drink of your champagne. Clark looked absolutely flustered. His polite charm made him not say no, but try to smile and not be rude to the elders that surrounded him. You took it upon yourself to save him.
“I’m sorry ladies, but I think the bride and groom need us.” You looped your arm around his, tugging him into you. Your intrusion was met with plenty of sad noises as they all told Clark to come back.
Dragging him away, you heard Clark let out a sigh.
“Thank you. That got too out of hand.”
“For a hardcutting journalist, you really let those ladies get the best of you.” You teased as you led him to the bar.
“Can I get you a drink?” You asked with a smile, reluctantly letting go of his arm.
“I don’t really drink.” Clark said, looking away from you at the setting sun. Your shoulders shrugged as you turned to the bartender, asking for a refill.
A quiet lull drew between you two as the soft music and guests talked in the background. You were about to open your mouth when you saw some older ladies behind Clark, making their way back to him.
Your small hand wrapped around his bicep as you pulled him towards you. He freely followed you, not even putting up a bit of a fight. Around the bar and down the hallway, you found an empty room and pulled him inside. You shoved him in and turned to shut the door, hearing him make a noise behind you.
“W-what, ah, what are you…”
“Shh!” You pressed your ear against the closed door, listening as the confused older women asked guests where Clark had gone. A small smile graced your lips as they went in another direction. You turned back towards Clark to tell him of your victory.
Clark was on his knees behind you, looking up at you with his glasses askew and his mouth slightly open. The sight was lewd and had your brain short-circuiting as you looked at his tall frame in front of you.
“Why are you on your knees?” You didn’t mean for it to come out in a breathy whisper, but the sight was making it hard to breathe.
“You told me to be quiet. I didn’t want t-to move.” He looked up at you with wide eyes.
The room grew thick as you both stared at each other. His hunched frame looked too good in his jacket, and the heels you wore made you tower over him. The height difference made a whimper come out of your throat unintentionally. You cleared your throat to make up for it, but Clark shifted in his position.
“It was just because of the older women, but we can leave now.”
You shut your eyes tightly as you turned towards the door, shaking all the sinful thoughts out of your head. It was dizzying to have this big, strong, and tall man on his knees in front of you with puppy dog eyes. That image will surely come in handy later tonight. When your fingers turned the doorknob and pushed, the door groaned as it stayed glued shut.
“No. No no no.” You muttered as you pushed your shoulder against the door. You couldn’t hear the lock undo as you turned the doorknob.
“Is the door stuck?” Clark asked from behind you. You groaned as you tried again, frantically pushing yourself against the door.
“Hey hey, it’s okay. Let me try it.” Clark said from too close behind you. His sudden proximity had you jumping back, the heat of his breath on your neck warming your entire body.
Clark proved to be unsuccessful as well, which surprised you with all the muscles he had. His back flexed under his suit jacket as he tried to jimmy the door. You had to look away.
The room you were in was a simple room with a couch, a few vanities and a full floor length mirror. The modest room was empty of belongings, so surely no one will come this direction to get their stuff. Your body became very aware of the situation.
“It’s okay y/n, just calm down.” You muttered to yourself, closing your eyes and taking a deep inhale. “Just ignore him.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Clark asked, his voice sad. The pathetic sound made you stop a groan.
“No, Clark. It’s just me. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? Sorry for what?”
You turned around to face him. The soft light from outside trickled in to bathe his figure and highlight his muscles. Your eyes studied the way he stood with hunched shoulders. It should be unattractive, you shouldn’t want him this badly. He squirmed under your gaze.
You felt like a hunter, and he was the prey.
“Clark,” you let his name roll off your tongue in a purr, watching him shiver. “Tell me about yourself.”
You walked towards him, purposefully letting your hips sway. You're not sure if it was the lighting or the situation, but you were going to make the best of this situation.
“Uh, I don’t, I’m not.” He stuttered, taking a step back with every step you took forward. It wasn’t long until his back hit the door.
“Is that such a hard question?” You asked, stopping in front of him. “Do I intimidate you?”
“No! No, of course not. I uh, I work as a journalist at Metropolis. I mainly cover Super-” He jumped when your hand landed on his chest, your touch light.
“You already told me this.” You whispered, your eyes jumping from looking at your hand to his eyes. Clark looked at you with wide eyes.
Your hand slowly moved up his chest, his muscles hard under your hand. Slowly they went until they rested on his shoulder, your body close to his.
The air was heavy with tension as you watched each other, waiting for the other to react. Clark's breath was quick. Your other hand came up to rest on his bicep, feeling him tense under your grip. You had never been this bold before, but something about him made you needy, and you had to have him.
“Is this okay?” You whispered.
You didn’t realize how close your face had gotten to his. Clark swallowed hard and nodded his head quickly, making you smile. Your eyes looked down at his lips, wondering what they would feel like against yours. Looking back up at him you could see his eyes frantically searching yours.
Your hand came up the rest on his other shoulder. He towered above you, but you used his shoulders to lift yourself up on your toes. Slowly, tortuously, you brought your face closer to his. His eyes fluttered closed as you got close to his lips, stopping just shy of kissing him.
Self doubt started to settle in. What were you doing? You were at a wedding, and you had basically thrown yourself at Clark. Reality hit you like a truck as you stood back on your heels.
Clark wasn’t so quick to let you go. One of his large hands grabbed your waist, the other grabbed the side of your face as he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft as he tested the waters, just barely ghosting your lips.
You stared at him with wide eyes, his lips pressed against yours. He was kissing you. Clark Kent was kissing you? It felt unreal, and yet very real as his fingertips dug into your soft flesh.
Your hands on his shoulders went to cup his face as you pulled him in deeper, eliciting a groan from Clark. It was like heaven hearing that, and you wanted to hear it again. Pushing him harder against the door you pressed your body into his, letting him hold your weight as your lips molded against his. It was messy and full of need. Clark's glasses brushing against your nose as you kept kissing him, his stubble scratching your palms.
Clark’s hands found your waist again as you leaned against him. When your tongue swiped his bottom lip his knees buckled, a broken moan leaving his mouth. You took this as an opportunity to explore his mouth with your tongue, feeling a spark of excitement every time your tongue hit his. Your hands wandered as you kissed him, caressing his strong shoulders.
“We probably should stop.” You whispered in between kisses. Despite your plea, you couldn’t get enough of him.
“Do you want to stop?” Clark asked. He tried to break the kiss to look at you but your hand found the back of his head, pressing his lips back to yours. He groaned at the answer, picking you up. He walked the two of you towards the couch and placed you in front of it.
With a not-so-gentle push to his chest, you made him sit back on the couch while you stood between his strong thighs. His glasses were slightly askew, his lips red and wet as his chest heaved to get more air. You couldn’t help but smile at the look of him as he eyed your body in your dress.
The dress did wonders for your figure, and clearly Clark was drinking it in. Your hands grabbed at the dress, bunching it up as you moved to straddle him. Clark let out a small whimper at the action, watching you with rapt attention as you stayed on your knees over him, not quite connecting your core to his.
“What do you want?” You tested the waters, looking down your nose at him.
“Lower yourself, please sunshine.” His hands gravitated towards your hips but didn’t pull you down onto him. He felt you shiver at the pet name.
Slowly your hips lowered onto his. Clark hissed from beneath you at the pressure, finally relieving some of his ache. He was big, you could feel all of him through his pants. With your hands on his shoulders your head fell back, moaning at the contact.
Clark’s lips found your neck, kissing up and down as you began to rock against him. He moaned into your neck, mouthing at the soft skin as his hands grabbed at your dress. Your hips sped up, needed more of him, fingertips buried in his hair to hold him at your neck.
You pulled at his hair to pull his head back. Clark's eyes were glazed over, his mouth hanging open as he looked at you. He panted as his eyes closed at the feeling of your hips moving against his. You were sure you were creating a wet spot on the front of his trousers. The thought of that curled your stomach.
“What do you want, Clark?” You asked. Your fingers dug into his scalp making him hiss, his eyes flying open to meet yours.
“I want to taste you, please let me.”
The admission stalled your hips. You didn’t expect him to want to eat you out, thinking he just wanted this to be a quickie. A moan left your throat as you kissed him. Clark took this as his cue as he lifted you off him and laying you down on the couch. As he broke your kiss and trailed down your body, his hands hiked your dress around your hips. Once finished he reached up to his collar and undid a few buttons. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself moaning at the sight.
Clark made his way to your core, his gaze on yours as his teeth scraped your underwear. He peppered kisses all around you, teasing you.
“I have no patience, pretty boy.” You huffed in annoyance. Your hand found the back of his head and pushed him into your pussy. He took a deep breath and moaned at the smell. He could be here forever and be totally happy, but your actions told him to move.
His large hands curled around the thin straps of your thong and peeled them off you, watching as a string of your wetness came away with them too. Clark wanted to take in the sight, he really did, but he needed to know what you taste like.
Clark licked a solid stripe up your center with a flat tongue, collecting as many juices as he could. Your toes curled at the action, eyes shutting at the relief you felt. His tongue tentatively felt you, testing to see what you liked. It had been a long time since he had done this.
Your back arched when he got to your clit, a loud moan ripped from your chest. He got bolder with your noises, doubling down on his efforts.
“Fuck, there you go. You’re doing so well.” Clark moaned into you at your praise, focusing on your pleasure to hear that again. Heat bloomed in your stomach all too fast. You didn’t want to cum so soon without feeling him inside you.
Your hands tried pushing him away, but he was like a brick wall. He wasn’t answering your pushes, burying himself deeper into you. Clark’s hands gripped your hips as he lapped at you. You grabbed at his hair and pulled him up. He whined at the loss, taking in deep breaths as he looked at you with unfocused eyes, your wetness dripping down his chin.
“I want you inside me, Clark.”
“Yeah? Oh gosh, yeah okay.”
You sat up and pushed him on the couch, watching as he fumbled to take off his pants. Your impatience got the best of you as you got tired of watching him fumble with the button. You helped him undo his button and fly, watching as he pushed his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock.
Your mouth watered at the sight. It stood at attention but leaned towards his stomach with the weight of it. The tip was red and angry as it leaked onto his stomach. You watched it jump slightly at the attention you were giving it, beads of precum leaking out of it. Your eyes flicked up to Clark whose head was turned and neck flushed with embarrassment.
“God, I bet you're bigger than Zeus.” Your hand came to wrap around him. He hissed at the contact, eyes squeezing shut as your hand pumped him.
“Please, golly I can’t take it.” Clark pleaded. His eyes widened as he watched you get back on top of him.
It was quick, messy, and not what you thought you would be doing today. A small part of you wished your first time with Clark was somewhere more suited for him. He deserved a proper room, with privacy and the ability to take your time. Those thoughts soon vanished as you looked at his wide eyes looking at you as if you were the center of the universe, waiting for your command.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Clark’s eyebrows were knitted in worry.
“We will go slow, don’t worry.” Of course you were nervous at the size, but you were not a quitter.
Your hand guided him to you, running his cock up and down your slit as he hissed at the feeling of your juices mixing. Clark’s breath hitched as his cock found your entrance. His chest moved quickly under your palm.
“Just breathe, Clark. Breathe as it goes inside, okay?”
The irony was not lost on you as you coached him through the feeling. He nodded frantically, eyes trained on the spot you two connected. You tried not to wince as his head stretched you open, but the stretch was big.
The look on Clark’s face made it worth the pain as his mouth dropped in pleasure. His head leaned back to rest on the back of the couch. Fingertips digging into your flesh, he moaned loudly at the small amount of you he was in. Your hand flew up to cover his mouth with your palm.
“Can’t have everyone at this wedding know what we are doing, can we?” Clark shook his head in response. “I know it feels good baby, just moan into my hand.”
Inch by inch he stretched you out, hitting places inside of you that you didn't know existed. Your head rested on his shoulder as you paced yourself, waiting for the pain to turn into pleasure. Clark felt so good inside you, big and girthy, you could probably finish just from it sitting inside you. You looked at him, sweat beading on his forehead as he moaned against your palm.
After what felt like ages, your hips were flush against his. You could feel him twitch inside you.
“Please don’t move.” Clark’s muffled plea felt warm against your palm. You pulled your hand away, trying to focus on his words.
“Please don’t move, I don’t want to cum just yet and I’m s- so close already.” He whined. The thought of the power you had over him was too much, your walls clenched at the thought of all the things you could make him do for you.
“Gosh please don- don’t do tha-at.” His hands gripped your hips.
“It’s okay Clark, just breathe.” You were grateful for the pause as you adjusted to his size.
It took a few minutes until Clark had calmed his breathing. His hips softly bucked into you as you kissed him slowly, drawing a moan out of you. He kept doing it, wanting to hear more of your moans because of his actions.
You set a slow pace, rocking up and down. You moaned as you could feel his length drag against your walls, feel every inch and vein. Every rock back had you seeing stars as he hit deep inside you.
“God you’re so big, Clark. I knew you would be big, but God was I wrong about how good it would feel.”
Clark’s eyes were shut as if the sight of you was too much. He nodded to your words, his teeth biting his lip hard enough to make them bright red.
“Does it feel good, Clark? To have this tight pussy wrapped around your cock?”
“Yes, oh my goodness yes. Gosh you have no idea how good it feels. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
You set a faster pace, using your knees to bounce properly on his cock. The sound of slapping skin filled the air as you pulled him almost all the way out of you before slamming back down. The thought of him wanting you like this was almost too much, it made your pussy flutter at the thought. Clark moaned at the new pace, babbling.
“Gosh sunshine yes, that feels so so good. Please don’t stop, golly. It’s all yours, I’m all yours.”
You could feel your orgasm building as you used his cock, the pace unrelenting. Your fingers tangled themselves in his curly hair, tugging his head to look over your shoulder.
“Watch me fuck myself on your big cock, Clark. Watch it stretch me out. I want you to cum in this pussy and watch it drip out of me.”
With the mirror positioned perfectly behind you, Clark could watch as you bounced on him like a cock-drunk bunny. He has a lewd angle of your pussy hungrily taking him, of his cock stretching you out as you lowered yourself onto him, of how he glistened of your combined juices.
“Oh gosh, I can’t, I - it’s too much.”
“Don’t you fucking dare take your eyes off of it.”
Your hand came to the front of his face and squeezed the sides of it, keeping his head towards the mirror. You watched as Clark’s gaze became distant and fuzzy, his cock hardening slightly inside you. You were right on the edge, but you wanted him to finish first.
“Please don’t stop, please. I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me Clark.”
With a cry he buried his head in your shoulder and used his hands to still your movements as he came deep inside you.You could feel his cock twitch inside you as warmth spread inside. This brought you to your orgasm as you threw your head back with a moan, rocking yourself through your orgasm. White exploded behind your eyelids as Clark helped you through your orgasm, thrusting deep inside you.
The two of you didn’t move for a few minutes as you caught your breaths. Occasionally Clark would whimper as he felt the last few clenches of your pussy from your orgasm. His large hand rubbed lazy circles into your skin. Once you were collected you sat up, softly guiding his head back over your shoulder.
“What did I tell you? I want you to watch it ooze out of me.”
Clark’s eyes widened as he nodded, his eyes moving to look at the place you two were connected to in the mirror. Using his shoulders as leverage, you slowly lifted yourself off his softening cock. The two of you moaned at the feeling. With a soft ‘pop’ he was out, his chest flushed from watching the crude act.
Clark looked spent as he breathed deep. His suit was a mess as was his hair, and his glasses were cocked on his face and a little fogged up. You looked down at his cock that lay against his stomach, glistening in the soft light.
Wordlessly you got onto your knees in between his powerful thighs. You slowly and softly cleaned him up, relishing in the soft moans from Clark and the taste of your combined juices. The heavy musk of him made you weak in the knees. It smelled like sweat, sex and cologne, and you wanted more. But you took yourself away as soon as he was cleaned up, although now half hard.
“There, now you’re all cleaned up.” You said from your place on your knees. Clark just stared at you with his mouth agape before he broke out of his daze.
“Do you want me to, uh, clean you up?”
“Oh no.” You said as you stood up. You grabbed your thong that had been long discarded and put them back on. “I want to feel you dripping out of me while all the grandmas try to hook you up with their grand daughters.”
Clark flushed at the thought but couldn’t hold back a small smile. The look of him almost had you wanting to crawl back on top of him, but you suppressed the desire.
"only if you'll be good f'me, clark~" (or, clark kent walks in on bruce wayne and his girlfriend~)
bruce wayne x reader x clark kent
a/n: ...this one is for my pookies out there. @tw1sters and @pinksplace ily pookies.
word count: 1.1k
content: established relationship (bruce x reader), smut ! so much smut. seriously don't like don't read my loves. MDNI! corruption kink clark kent? unsafe workspace i think
dc ♡ "f(uck)'me" masterlist
it's late. like.. really late. bruce wayne (your boss and kinda-secret-boyfriend-fling-thing-it's-complicated) has had you staying a little later than usual today. you know - so much work to sort out... so much... secretary-ing to do... woah... so difficult 💔
so much secretary-ing to do over the desk... under the desk... against the window... on the balcony...
bruce practically forgets that.. well. he's waiting on a certain kryptonian to visit! after all, someone had managed to weasel in an exclusive interview, after hours, with bruce.
so when clark kent walks in on-
"-f-fuck! bruce, oh, fuck that feels so good-!"
"so fuckin' tight f'me, huh? wanna keep ya here all night, pretty girl.."
...part of him thinks he should jump ship, buy bleach and douse his eyes in it. and then do it again. and maybe even a third time - just to be safe.
until you look up at him. the two of you lock eyes, and whilst you should be quickly rearranging your work clothes, buttoning up your shirt and rushing out, you find yourself holding eye contact with him.
one mississippi...
two mississippis...
three mississippis...
clark kent was watching bruce wayne (you know. bruce wayne of wayne enterprises, the guy he was interviewing and his kind of coworker at night?) fuck his girlfriend/secretary/secret third thing into the desk. and making awkward eye contact as he attempted to ignore the tightening bulge in his pants.
a minute passes, and bruce finally notices your quietness. it's.. odd. until he follows your line of sight.
"clark! oh, right - the interview.."
"y-you're obviously preoccupied bruce, i'll just come back another ti-"
"well, i'm sure we can work out another arrangement, no?"
"mhm! erm.. over the pho-"
"bruce. can't he..."
you lean in to his ear - both you and bruce keep eye contact with clark as you whisper quietly. you look back at bruce, his eyes glimmering with that soft, yet mischevious glint that you had learnt to recognise, as he clears his throat,
"...perhaps.. perhaps we can offer you something else, hmm?"
"something else?"
"it's a little out there, but i'm sure it's well within your capabilities."
"huh???"
"you came all this way, clark. we should really reimburse you, no?"
"reimbu- the daily planet pays enough, bruce-"
"ah, monetary reimbursement. we weren't really thinking of that.."
"then what..?"
it's only then that clark realises you've.. gone missing? you're no longer pressed against the desk, your breasts pushed up against the dark oak wood (dear heavens above - how could he ever forget the sight?). where had you gone?
you clear your throat, stood behind him as two fingers run down his spine,
"a proposition, mr kent... if you wouldn't mind..."
"..."
bruce flashes his teeth, and for a moment - clark feels as though maybe.. just maybe he should have called in sick,
"my sweet girl and i seem to have an issue here, kent."
"issue? of what kind?"
"...well. whenever one of us is satisfied, the other feels.. less so."
"..."
"take it or leave it kent~"
he's trying desperately hard to ignore how you feel, as you wrap your arms around him - tugging him towards the desk. he could run out now, quit his job, fly across the world. no one would know.
but both you and bruce stand there, wolfish grins across your faces as you beckon him in.
and like a naive little lamb, clark follows.
your hands roam over clark's chest as bruce works quick to relieve him of his stress - his own hands teasing around his threateningly tight bulge. trousers and belts and shirts come undone - strewn across the office space. bruce moves behind clark as you cross the space onto the front of the desk, straddling his lap.
back and forth, back and forth. you roll your hips up and down - just over his length, revelling in how he whines and moans under you. all as bruce whispers sweet nothings into his ears.
goodness gracious me, mr kent! what a predicament you've gotten yourself into, hmm?
his brain's practically mush already, with just how overwhelmingly good everything feels - and he's not even inside you! (yet) no, no, you continue to tease - moving back and forth until he whispers so softly into the humid air that wraps around the three of you,
"p-please.. just once..?"
"only if you'll be good f'me, clark~"
"i'll be so good, so very good, ple-"
the remainder of his sentence (though it can be guessed what he was to say) is cut off as you cruelly sink your hips on him. letting him finally enter you. his mouth drops open, hanging as bruce's hands gently caress the sides of his face. you let him have a moment to himself - getting used to you - and pull bruce closer. lips meet lips as clark knows not what to do.
sure, his mind tells him to thrust his hips up and down. to chase that high he's oh, so very close to.
but then you and bruce part from one another, looking down at him with That Look that has him simultaneously worried and excited, and a thrill rushes through his veins as you slowly raise and lower your hips. up and down. up and down.
it's slow.
agonizingly slow.
hell, it's torturous, as he tries not to thrust up in you. but it's worth it when you start picking up pace, and bruce finally moves around the desk to wrap his arms around you, holding you close as his hands roam your body.
you're using him, he realises, but he practically relishes in that. lying there as bruce and you use him for all he is. until a hand of yours reaches down to grasp his, pulling it close to your clit.
you show him - rolling circles with his fingers until he gets it - and suddenly the three of you are chasing your highs together. it's an insanely unholy sight, and if any godforsaken soul somehow lost their way in gotham and found themselves at the very top of wayne enterprises' building and walked in on the tw- THREE of them...
one can only imagine the scandal...
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the thrill of it all only has clark edging closer and closer, needier and needier as he feels himself rising up the climb. his stomach tightens and he can feel it, he knows he's oh so close, and-
any other time, he'd be careful. condoms, safe sex practices - the lot. clark kent endorses safe sex!
yet this time, he has not the mind to think, brain mushy as his cum fills your walls. you clench around him, your own release dribbling out over your thighs, and the way bruce has positioned himself - stroking faster and faster has him cumming over both your thighs and his.
the three of you pant heavily, with you slumping back into bruce's arms as you softly stroke clark's skin.
this... definitely changed things.
after a while, bruce finally speaks up, and for a minute clark fears he may have made a mistake,
"the desk's a mess - but it needed changing anyway, right?"
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