cas coming home to the bunker every night and having to go dean and sam’s room like a little guardian angel and heal the like twenty combined concussions they get every day so they don’t get post concussion syndrome
toy flesh [explicit 18+] — [part 1] Clark randomly feels someone sitting on his dick even when he’s alone in his room. pretty much. part one for that magic toy prelude in my masterlist
. . .
Clark thinks it has to be a one off thing. Has to be. A wet dream too close to reality that somehow got his dick a little too wet. A hallucination manifested in some relaxing body tremors that felt so good it ultimately had him cumming everywhere in his pants, untouched, with the book he was nose-deep in forgotten while he lied down and stared at the wall in wide eyed, wide-mouthed shock. What just happened? How did that just happen?
He holds out hope that maybe he’ll get to touch himself and get rid of this pent up energy, get it flushed out of his system, not feel the same unexplained touch of someone else’s body—someone else’s flesh directly on top of him. While he goes about his daily routine before work he doesn’t ever stop looking down at his dick like he’s checking in on it. See if it falls off or grows a bigger brain of its own. Pulls his waistband out to take a confused peak while he’s scrubbing his teeth, foam running down the corner of his mouth. Watches his dick swing around and reluctantly roll upward and harden again from the memory even as he’s ironing the fine lines in his button down shirt.
It felt juvenile. It felt ridiculous.
What grown man couldn’t keep it down and stay soft for a dull eight hour work day?
He has to fondle himself to the memory again before he leaves, cum uncontrollably splashing just about everywhere even though he prepares himself with a tissue right at the tip. The shirt he spent nearly fifteen minutes ironing had to get thrown in the wash and replaced with something wrinkly and unkempt, but at least it was free of cum stains.
Clark sighs as the elevator door opens up to his office floor, trudging over to his desk and setting his briefcase down. Skips right over to their break room’s coffee maker to brew up a sugary full cup for the day ahead of him. Jimmy gave him a greeting with a rougher pat on the shoulder, jolting Clark in a reactionary shiver when he thinks back to being touched in bed by no one or something while he was withering all alone in his room.
He pushes his glasses up his scrunched up nose, letting out an almost disgruntled sounding hey.
Jimmy squints at him, noticing the offbeat attitude of his close friend and coworker. “You good, man? Sleep alright last night or did somebody take a hot piss in your Froot Loops?”
“Slept… slept fine, it’s just I’m kinda going through stuff right now. I don’t know.”
Clark swallows and stirs his steaming cup after dropping another sugar cube in. Jimmy pats his shoulder once again, trying to get Clark to meet his eyes with a tilt of his head.
“You know… maybe it’s about time.”
“What?”
“You know, dude, maybe it’s that time. Time for you to get yourself laid. I think it could help flush out some of these nerves in your system. You seem so tense. I know a few girls that would hop on that train, if you know what I mean.”
Clark turns beat red rather quickly, taking a long sip to gather his thoughts and come up with a response.
“Yeah you couldn’t have been any more direct actually. I… listen I understand, but it’s not that. Trust me, I’m getting… more than you think. I guess. Cause something like, something happened last night, I don’t even know how to explain it. And I liked….. it. It’s just really weird so maybe now’s not the time to discuss—“
Jimmy laughs a long, boyish giggle and slaps one of Clark’s broad shoulders, pulling Clark further aside into the corner with a look around for any coworkers meandering.
“Dude, I knew it. You found yourself a lady. You’ve been getting some and you haven’t been telling me. That’s really lame of you man, I thought our friendship had no barriers—“
“I haven’t met a— look, okay, it was weird, and I mean really really weird. I don’t know if you’ll understand it or if it’ll just sound crazy.”
“Whatever crazy thing you’re about to say, I’ve probably done crazier,” Jimmy assures with a knowing nod paired with a grin. “Trust me.”
“Uh, okay….” Clark clears his throat and lowers his voice, leaning down to Jimmy’s ear level. “Have—have you ever like, came untouched before? Felt someone…. down there…. even though no one else was in the room?”
Clark stares at Jimmy now, loosening the tie around his collar like he’s already broke out in another sweat just thinking about it. Wondering if it might happen again. If he has some odd guardian angel that likes to fuck him and look after him all at the same time.
“You mean you finished, no hands, completely dry? You’re living the dream. Should be more grateful. Why do you look so terrified right now.”
Clark closes his eyes and pinches his brows in a long sigh before nodding to Jimmy to follow him to the bathrooms after setting his coffee on his desk. With uneasy paranoia he peers down to check for any feet on the floor in the stalls before he continues.
“I… I don’t think you get it. It felt like someone literally rode me, like, put me inside them and came on my dick and everything. I wasn’t doing anything! Wasn’t even hard before it started happening, I was just reading. I don’t know how else to explain this or make it any clearer to you!”
Jimmy looks astounded after every word, awestruck with an open mouth. Even flashes of envy pass through his eyes while he chuckles and shakes his head. Typical Clark and his way of complicating things. Overthinking what truly sounded like a gift. “Sounds like a you’re being haunted by a friendly ghost that just wants to hop on that thing, dude. So what did it really feel like? And can I get one too?”
Clark closes his eyes and his mind goes back to last night. In the comfort of his soft sheets, legs sprawling out and taking over the entirety of his bed. How right when the plot of his novel started taking off he felt almost a tickle. A wiggle of what felt like a smooth, slithery tongue. It was unrecognizable when it started, like maybe he had an itch down there to scratch, or maybe some blood began randomly flowing down south.
When it became unmistakeable, too soft and wet to deny what was happening to him, he slammed his book shut with the bookmark in place and spread his legs wider, feeling the sweat breaking out. Feels his dick happily jump right into the warm invisible hole teasing his tip. He felt the hole clench down and struggle to take him all, slowly inching up and down like a bunny on top of what it could take. He clenched a fist at his side and held his dick up with a thumb, raising his hips gently into the heavenly heat. How the pace it had going stuttered when he did, probably in shock that he had more of himself to give.
Clark remembers crying with pleasure, pre cum getting drained out of him so effortlessly, so smoothly. Drool picks up on his tongue while he’s nearly going cross eyed, the pussy on top of him bouncing harder, bouncing faster—
“It feels— it feels unbelievable. I mean it was incredible,” Clark answers Jimmy’s question that had awkwardly hung in the air. “Haven’t felt anything like it before. Something might be seriously wrong with me.”
Jimmy raises a brow. “Watching too much porn? Just take a break. Meet a girl.”
Clark’s full body shivers, goosebumps now swarming up his arms and the back of his neck, making all the hairs there start to stand up. He feels an eager hand all the sudden grab onto his bare cock and slick their palm down, cold and wet like the hand had a puddle of lube to gloss him down.
If it hasn’t visibly shown up as a wet spot on his groin through his trousers yet, by the feeling of it it’ll start showing a dark spot soon. If he didn’t take his dick out it would surely start a puddle that would only dry as a fresh stain.
Clark takes a deep, shaky breath, turning over to grab onto the tile of the wall, resting his forehead against it and gripping like he’s engulfed in pain. Like his surroundings started spinning all around him.
“Woah, Clark. Dude. Take it easy. What’s happening?”
Jimmy gets closer to check on his friend but Clark can’t take it, shooing him off with a hurried no, it’s fine—just get out of here. I need a second. thanks!
“You sure you’ll be able to hold up the rest of today? You have enough leave. I’m sure Lois would understand—”
“Just, just…. I need to take a— I’ll take a ten, okay,” he whimpers, clutching onto the humiliating bulge growing so fast he already was showing a hefty print. “Maybe a fifteen. I can’t—I don’t know.” The hand stopped slicking up and down his cock and he feels it tease him by rubbing his length up and down a pearly wet slit, not yet having him enter.
He shoos Jimmy away and hurries to a stall, slamming it shut and locking it with his back to the door while his dick bobs around for more of her attention. Tingles sprout in his belly while his whole body starts to tense.
“Uh, okay,” Jimmy mutters. “Well I’ll leave you to it I guess? Here for you buddy. Don’t piss off your ghost girlfriend. Maybe next time she won’t fuck you as good if you do,” he laughs.
“Shut. The door. And shut. Up!” Clark howls, fumbling with his zipper and rushing to roll some toilet paper up into a ball for his tip when he’s hanging out of his boxers. He distantly hears his friend mumble a jeez, so touchy. sorry and the door creaks open and falls closed. With privacy at last, Clark is able to heave and thrust his hips gently into the beautiful, tight wet heat, little abstract murmurs and whimpers leaving his throat while his dick gets wetter, and wetter, and wetter.
“Don’t—Don’t, don’t want you to stop,” he quietly begs. Veins popping on his temple from all the straining his body is doing. “But I… I have to get back to work.”
Whatever is wrapped around his cock doesn’t pay his words any mind, sinking down all the way to his balls and creaming on his base the more they start their rough bouncing. Like they’re angry, like they’re taking everything out on his cock. Clark wished he knew what he did wrong, or maybe what he did right to deserve this kind of treatment from someone he couldn’t even see.
“I’m not gonna last, I’m not, it feels so good…. feels too good…. I can’t handle this again, not right now,” he breathes. Sees his tip bead more floods of pre cum and slip down the base of his cock, getting his balls messy with slick. The sound is obscene, with every up and down motion everything can be heard. How wet the pussy around him really is. How his cock stuffs it all the way through. If somebody came in right now, they would think he’s having real sex with a real body in this stall right now. When in all honestly, Clark doesn’t know what he’s having.
“Oh my gosh, gosh you’re more wet this time, you’re getting it so wet…. You’re gonna get me in trouble, wait…. please.”
The pussy on top of his dick starts to quiver, tremble and squeeze him down harder than before. Like it’s finally found release after a record of an eight minute round of going nuts on him like he’s nothing but a toy built strictly for their use.
Some cum that isn’t even his starts dribbling down on him, and that’s when the floodgates start to open. Clark can’t hold it anymore, and he doesn’t know how bad it’s gonna be trying to both cover his load and then clean it all up.
He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut once again, knuckles turning white while he holds on for dear life and busts another long, drawn out nut into whatever this thing is that’s tortured him yet again. He spits out rope after rope of cum in the waiting piece of balled up paper and tries to catch it all there but a few stray drips do manage to burst out too fast for him to act. He sprays a part of the wall and whines a little no, please, please no, you made me cum too hard again, I need to get back to work.
The come down is always humbling. Seeing exactly how foolish he was acting as the sweat under his arms and on his face visibly stains his clothes and his skin. He managed to wipe off his messy cum lines off the wall and stuffs another rolled up ball of toilet paper down his boxers to soak up whatever else is leftover in his pants.
When he feels ready enough he’s still catching his breath and trying to get his blushing face under control as he heads over to the sink to splash some water on his face. Presses on the soap dispenser over and over again until more than a mountain of soap is bubbling in his palm, lathering his sticky, filthy hands.
Clark fights everything inside him to try and act natural when he heads back to his desk. Ruffles his hair more than necessary, tightens his tie, rolls up his sleeves.
The cup of coffee he’d made had lost most of its heat but Clark was so preoccupied in his head he doesn’t notice, still gulping some down and logging back into his computer to answer more messages and emails that were left for him. His eyes zone in on an email he’d been CC’d in from Jimmy and Lois about an upcoming new hire’s start date for their vacant Office Assistant position.
The email read that Clark would be assigned as the one primarily training her since he’d started out in her exact title position a year ago. Clark adds a thumbs up to the email and closes out of it to start on another assignment, thinking in the very back of his head that if his dick can’t control himself while he’s training said new hire next week he’d be blowing his brains out, not out of his cock next time.
Jimmy side eyes him from across the room, mouthing a you good? much to Clark’s bashful shake of his head, assuring him with a roll of his eyes and a tired response of yeah, I’m fine. shut up.
Lois comes out of the blue up behind him and drops a fat stack of paperwork on Clark’s desk with a tight smile.
“New hire coming in next week. You got my email right?”
Clark nods and leans back in his chair, casual as he can muster.
“She’ll have to mostly rely on you for help and onboarding, since me and Jimmy have too much going on. Travel, deadlines, some new leads finally getting back to us for interviews. So you’ll take her under your wing for us, yeah?”
“Of course. It’s not uh, it won’t be a problem,” he answers under his breath, taking another sorry sip of his lukewarm coffee. He hopes the thing in his pants won’t be a problem.
“You sure? Jimmy said you didn’t look well. You can’t call out and leave her all alone here on her first few days, it’s gonna be overwhelming in the start—“
“Jimmy doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m fine. It’ll get taken care of,” he promised.
“Alright, then don’t get her sick, got it?”
Clark wants to slap Jimmy for even bringing up his frazzled state to anybody in the office, mortified over what had taken place barely ten minutes ago, and how unpredictable his dick was gonna act for a while. Or forever. Who even knows at this point.
“My germs are all mine,” he swears, hands defensively up in the air. “Count on it.”
Lois gives him another one of her hard stares that basically told him she’d make him eat his words if he dared showing up to the office coughing, sneezing, puking. Clark was only worried about leaving his desk for twenty minutes at a time to get his dick rode by the same tempting mystical source he had yet to fully identify, let alone begin to understand.
It never left his brain even while he worked, back of his pen stuck in his mouth to chew on while he wrote up more emails and forwarded ones from their general inbox. Hours had gone by until he had about forty five more minutes left until he could be freed and finally head home, and Clark really thought he was in the clear of having another accident during work hours.
That was up until the fucking tease went at it again. The warm, sopping wet tightness wraps around his tip and slips him in, no mercy given. His dick springs back to life effortlessly, and Clark wants to cry.
He holds his head by covering his face with both hands, scooting his swivel chair forward so his crotch was safely hidden underneath. He drools an ungodly amount at the tip, feeling how eager this round was for her, how quickly she ruts against him and has him crying softly into the sleeve of his shirt.
Clark’s mewling and groaning is muffled into his arm, too helpless to hold in any of his noise when they move in sways up and down, switching off between going deep and going shallow with their pushes. Clark is beat red all over again, giving up after several minutes of unabashed torture and shielding his wet crotch with his briefcase pressed up against him, running off back to the toilets this time to sit down and breathe while undeniably enjoying everything being done to him. Fuck the last thirty minutes of his shift. Fuck the emails and the phone calls and the scans and the letters.
Clark shuts his eyes and actually smiles for a change as he eggs on whatever higher power bouncing on top of him to keep going. Nods his head and can’t help his soft murmurings of please, yeah, yeah keep doing that, you do it so good.
It might be his new imaginary best friend, or it might be his first sign to go to a mental hospital. Whatever it was, since it’s made Clark cum this hard, he guessed it couldn’t have mattered too much if it always made him feel this good.
. . .
The weekend was spent the same way. Getting his dick milked while he lied back and screeched every time she squeezed on him some way, somehow. He doesn’t answer anyone that texts him for plans, doesn’t do the dishes or take care of his laundry like how he’d hoped. No. He whines and stutters and cries, barely able to get in the shower without his dick getting trampled on.
It’s not a long shot to think he could be developing something. A mental illness. A haunted curse that plagues him with orgasms at all times of the night and the day. He’s one more round away from calling somebody to perform an exorcism or splash holy water on him to escape this succubus that had to be laughing in his face at how easy he is to rile up.
When Monday comes around again Clark doesn’t want to take any chances traumatizing the new hire with all the blotches of cum stains littering his pants. With a scoff and a sigh he steps each leg into a second pair of boxers to make slightly more effort into covering up. Even packs a backup pair in case both pairs he’s currently wearing are soiled by the end of the day.
After a hectic first hour of scanning and distributing the stack of morning mail from the bin, he slips a stick of gum on his tongue and gnaws on the flavor with his mouth open when an unfamiliar silhouette teeters closer towards the edge of his desk from the entrance.
Clark doesn’t get to looking up until she’s clearing her throat, playing with a strand of her hair with a smile aimed at the ground.
“Hi, sorry if I’m interrupting your work. I’m actually starting today,” she explains, eyeing him up from head to toe. Clark rips his head up at the voice and clears his throat, sitting up straighter and pulls a polite hand out.
“Oh! Oh, yeah that’s right. You’re our new hire. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Clark.”
She takes his hand with a laugh. Clark wished he understood what was funny. He joins in on it anyway, anxiously chuckling while he doesn’t stop shaking her hand in his. Realizing it had been well over ten seconds of her soft palm held up in his own long, gigantic fingers, he slips his hand off of hers, lingering in the awkward air of the moment.
She nods and scans her gaze around, peaking at the state of Clark’s desk. The endless string of sticky notes, the protein shakes, the tie he’d already taken off his neck. “So am I in the right place, or—“
“Yup. Yeah, yeah you found where you should be. I’ve been tasked to uh, help you fill all this out. After that we can get you started on some basics,” he breathes out, pointing to the stack resting on the side of his desk, sticky note on top with her name on it. Clark finds himself trying a little desperately to keep himself more cool, more composed. She’s the kind of pretty that made him nervous, suddenly aware of his undone appearance, of every awkward move he makes. He stops chewing his gum with as much rigor, clenches his jaw and scratches the back of his neck.
“I started out in the position you’re in, it’s real easy to move up,” he mentions, gathering up the paperwork and attempting to straighten it out before a quarter of the pages fall from his grasp in a pile. Beat red, Clark doesn’t do anything but stare at the ground and sigh before sheepishly joining in on her laughs.
“You’re pretty organized, aren’t you?” she chuckles, bending over to pick up the few documents that landed on the floor. Clark’s jaw even drops when he catches the smallest glimpse of her hot pink colored thong poking up above from her dress pants.
“Yeah. Yeah I really am, you know. Organization is key,” he nods, tight lipped smile still on his face. He takes the pages she hands him over, watching her subtly arch her head to smell something in the air. Fuck. What the fuck? Did he even put on any cologne this morning after draining his dick for the hundredth time?
Before he could shoot himself in the head with more irrational insecurities his mind makes up she soothed his very visible worry with another laugh and a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Is it me? Do I reek like sweat or something—?”
“No, no. You don’t smell bad, you’re fine. I was just trying to figure out if you were chewing Spearmint or not,” she assures. “I like it. Promise. You do not reek of anything,” she snorted through another laugh. Clark beams, looking around everywhere but her face. Afraid his face could give his every fleeting thought away.
Thank god. “Uh, oh yeah. Yeah it’s Spearmint. You want a piece? I have a new pack,” he offers. To his surprise, she snatches up a piece out of his hand hardly before he gets to offer it to her. Blinks dumbly while she opens it up and tears the piece in half, stuffing one in her mouth and giving the other half back to him.
“Uh—“
She smiles at him, chewing the gum out of one side of her cheek. “I have this oral thing. A fixation I guess. Chewing or having something in my mouth really helps me.”
The thing about Clark is, he has manners. Has restraint. Thought he was a good boy that didn’t go on and chase any tail that came into his orbit. Especially not a new pretty co-worker. He doesn’t want to think about putting different parts of himself inside her mouth just to calm her down. Or the color of her thong. Or that wicked smile and addicting perfume to match. Something tries to draw him in closer, reason with his conscience like she’s teasing little signals, it’s not like you’re her boss or anything. if you flirt back no one would know a thing.
Clark stops his zoning out and nods his head to agree. “I get it. Having stuff in my… in my mouth cools me off too. Like—like stress.”
“You shouldn’t worry yourself that much. Seems like you’re wound up pretty tight.”
He feels like there’s this window into his thoughts standing clear as day right above his head, broadcasting every fleeting thought or mood. When he tries to look at her, stare at her back the same way she stares at him, he just wanted to run away before his own dick caught up with him.
Clark scratches his chin and sheepishly nods with his head down, agreeing with a gentle mumble, yeah you know, just normal stuff, kinda on edge. Not like he randomly cums in his pants or anything. He quickly finds a way to change subjects by directing his focus back to the work left in front of them and guides her to sit over at her new desk to fill out some new hire paperwork. She taps him on the shoulder and grins when she says his name to ask him questions. He dutifully answers everything he can, emails some higher ups to get her logins to some of their systems and trains her how they go through their mail and answer consumer’s inquiries over the phone.
She takes just about everything in a stride. Overwhelmed of course by certain things that have nuances and will take more time getting used to. Clark introduces her to more staff, waves to Lois, makes the new hire her own cup of coffee after showing her their break room. Jimmy tries to raise a brow, even wiggles both of them up and down at him from behind her back, but it only makes Clark kick him in the shin and gruffly threaten him under his breath as he’s passing by while she wasn’t looking.
Clark sends her off to her first break, telling her to meet him back at her desk for more training later. Watches absentmindedly as she picks up her purse, snatched up a lighter from one of the pockets and stuck a cigarette behind her ear, waving goodbye and strolling out to the elevator doors. Before the elevator doors close he could see her take the stick from her ear and put it between her lips, probably a habit she’s picked up from that oral thing, Clark figured. He wants to stop himself from picking apart her business but he’s too intrigued to stop, still lost in thought at his desk while he takes a break of his own.
After spitting his piece of gum out he chugs a few thick swigs of his protein shake, spaced out in blank thought. A corner of his mouth smiles when he feels the other half of that stick of gum she’d torn off and given back. His dick twitches but ultimately stayed soft, undetected in his pants. He’d shamefully started wondering how the hell his dick was so well behaved, so normal today of all days. Not that it was a bad thing. He just found it curious. Why was this the first time in days his dick wasn’t getting swallowed, rode, or came on by whatever invisible force that clearly had been having its fun tormenting him? And will it ever come back to fuck him again?
Once Jimmy finds Clark alone at his desk wiping fingerprints off his glasses, he swats his shoulder and bashed one of his knees to his swivel chair, causing him to start spinning.
“What the hey, dude—don’t—“
“This could be your shot. All’s I’m sayin,” he shrugs. Sees Clark stop his chair and shove his friend forward, only enough power to knock him off his feet a little bit. “Hey, hey! That’s all I’m saying, I said!” he laughs and defensively puts both his palms up to shield himself from any more of Clark’s wrath.
“You can’t say that stuff. Don’t. She’s new, okay! And… and she needs my help learning everything around here. She doesn’t need some big oaf getting in her business, abusing power, or being… being weird towards her,” he concludes.
“Hey, opportunities sometimes fall right out of the sky. This one just fell right into your lap. And you’re not a fat oaf dude. Pfft, you actually think being her co-worker is gonna affect anything?”
“Uh, yes it does in fact. It will literally affect everything. You think it’d be appropriate for me to treat her like that?”
Jimmy shrugs again, ruffles Clark’s curls and says he should think about reconsidering some of his rules and start breaking them in order to finally get something he wants.
When she’s back from her break her hair is damp, fresh perfume sprayed on her coat to get rid of some of the stench from her cigarette. She looks refreshed, albeit a little more flustered than she was before she left. Her boots squeak slightly on the floor from stepping out on the wet ground outside. He thinks about complimenting her boots, her coat, her hair, thinks about complimenting her everything. But his words fall short after his voice cracks from the very simple greeting of hey, welcome back.
“Hey, can I ask you for a favor after work? It’s totally fine if you say no or if you can’t. You don’t have to give me any reasons,” she assures.
Already eager to know what she’s going to be asking of him, his ears perk and his posture straightens up as he scoots his chair over to her desk.
“Yeah of course. What’s up?”
“It started raining pretty hard and the forecast says it won’t stop until tomorrow morning. I actually walked here to work, and if it’s not any trouble, would you be able to give me a lift back home?”
Clark swallows an upcoming lump in his throat, feeling his palms start to get clammy. The mere thought of the proximity was enticing. Having her next to him, in his car. Her trust in him helping her with something as intimate as having her get back home safely. He tries to answer casually, like he’s a nonchalant guy — as if the offer wasn’t any big deal, wasn’t making his heart start to beat a little faster.
What comes out though is a horribly rushed, clumsy, stuttered —
“Ohyeahofcourse, you don’t even have to worry about it!”
Jimmy’s teasing still echoes through the hallway of his brain. About opportunities. About how sometimes they seem to fall right out of the sky. How this one has fallen right into his lap.
“Thanks so much Clark, I appreciate it. You’ve been the sweetest guy. I’m really lucky to have you here to teach me everything,” she praised. Turning his cheeks pink in all of two seconds with a flat palm on his broad shoulder, squeezing gently and holding the warmest smile.
“We’re lucky to have you. You’ve been— you’ve been great,” he gulps, trying to bring the focus back to her. “We don’t have too much more to fill out, but um, I don’t wanna overwhelm you with any more new things today. Let’s wrap up this paperwork then we’ll hopefully get you on those phones to practice the last hour.”
“Great! I’m almost finished with those. And for the record I do promise where I live isn’t far, I don’t wanna be too much an inconvenience,” she laughs. Clark shook his head again, ready to protest the very idea that she was asking too much. In truth, she was so stupid pretty that if she asks him to say his ABC’s backwards he’d still give it his best shot. She almost cuts off his attempt to deny it, straightening up some of the last pages left to read over and sign.
“You are not any inconvenience. If you are, then please keep inconveniencing me,” he says, flashing a toothy smile at her. He prays to himself that it comes out right, and to his delight, she grins back, adorable face expressing back to him, well, then don’t mind if I do. “with anything you need, I’ll be here.”
Is he being too much?
“Thanks, Clark. I owe you.”
Oh? What should you owe me?
He shakes off any perverted thoughts and spares a glance at his watch.
“Are you hungry? It could be lunch time. Up to you. We don’t clock in and out, we just have timesheets, so breaks are pretty flexible.”
“Yeah, I could eat.”
Clark’s head screams well there’s a full meal right in front of you.
“Great.”
. . .
He sees her head off to the break room and start chatting with Lois, smiling at her welcoming disposition while she checks in on how her training is going. Clark knows he has the option to stay, to ogle while he ate at his desk, but he feels like he has too much steam to blow off before handling the rest of the day. With a long final exhale, he adjusts his glasses and snatched up his keys to head back home for his lunch hour.
Once he’s back at his apartment he immediately sheds his god awful shoes and his suffocating button down before he’s lying flat on his back in bed, staring up at the wall. Trying to manifest that magical touch and beckon it to come back. Beg for it even. Wonders to himself if there’s some hidden way he hasn’t figured out yet to trigger it, or if it’ll always remain spontaneous.
Clenching his jaw he angrily starts groping his crotch, trying to feel himself out. He opens one eye to peer down at his dick and see if he just thought about it hard enough he’ll bring it back to life, feel that beautiful all consuming weight drip on top of him again.
“C’mon. C’mon, please… You… you’ve fucked me every day and I took it all last night, now I want it, I need it. Right here, please?”
Clark strokes his cock while it sways back and forth against his belly, mind already feeding into an idiotic fantasy of his new hire bending over, showing him her pretty colored thong. Maybe she’d pull her panties up higher so they’re peaking out further above her waistline, or maybe she’d pull them over to the side….
He raises his hips off the bed to thrust into his fist at the thought, pants still strung down barely past his groin. Figures if he shows back up to work the rest of the day in different pants, it’s his business and his business only, and so be it.
“Oh god it was so good last time, wish you could touch me like that again…”
He knows it’s pathetic. Everything he’s doing, everything he’s saying. While he grips the tip and twists particularly tight, he shamefully whimpers out his new hire’s name while his dick starts to drip into pubes. Messy, sticky, but gosh he needed this. Clark deeply misses the warmth on top of him, the hot teasing, the bouncing, and the thrill of not knowing what will happen next—
“Oh my god….”
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part two
posting this cuz I’m so done looking at it already dear jesuslawd. if I should keep going somehow let me know I love coworkerXcoworker getting down and nasty. I like the idea of clark not knowing what’s going on and getting slobbered on by his work crush. fully no clue when/if the next part comes out oh my lawd. thanks soooo so much for all the love on the first little prelude:( im so obsessed with every reblog+comment
hi bb obsessed with your writing it is just delicious
do you think we could ever get just the most feral dom!clark spanking? I just know you would absolutely fucking eat
[explicit 18+] some spanking until the red handprints are throbbing
Clark makes sure he starts softly. Gently massages any tense muscle that lives inside her limbs until she’s looser, buttered up, relaxed. Overwhelming her with turning so mean so fast doesn’t sit right with Clark’s softer, sensitive heart.
He kisses her ear and whispers to her that she’s always upsettingly beautiful like this before each peck, suckling on the side of her neck while he’s still rolling his huge palms down into her back.
She feels soothed when he treats her like his fragile, delicate lady for all of twenty minutes up until she throws that knowing grin behind her back that urges him to start to get a little mean on her. To turn that domineering switch up that he’s only ever pulled for her after only showing the world the side that is his dorky, gentle-giant persona. After hours spent with plenty discussions about boundaries, safe words, and aftercare, the boyish dimpled smile turns into something more tight mouthed, simultaneously angry and focused looking furrowed in his brows. His touch turns forceful, his commands now precise and direct, and god forbid she disobeyed any of those precise direct instructions.
“You ready for some rougher playtime?”
“I’ve been waiting.”
“Course you have, brat,” he scoffs a laugh, kissing a trail down her spine until his face is inches from her naked ass. He grabs each cheek and squeezed until his pressure and strength left some minor red marks that were in the shape of his fingers. He kept that grip tight while he bit into the soft flesh, playfully humming while she laughed and squealed above him, legs kicking in the air. He grabs them both by each ankle, nearly slamming them back down to the bed with a low growl of “uh-uh. you’re s’pposed to stay.”
She sighs and he could already tell she was rolling her eyes into the pillow, wiggling her toes in his grip. “C’mon. You gonna finally do something about it then, stud?”
“If you rush me you know what happens. You’re asking for trouble little lady,” he tisks, biting down again on the other cheek to leave a mark with his teeth. She laughs like she’s giddy for her punishment, like it tickled her when he turned on this other side of him.
“I’m asking for you to turn me over and get to fucking me already.”
Clark sits back up and snatches her by the waist to heave her into another position, ass sticking out now while she was on both knees, face still stuck in her pillow.
“And you’re not asking me very nicely, so we’re gonna do this my way until you remember how this goes. Ass stays up, you hear me?”
She huffs into her pillow and without another beat in between he lands a sharp, quick slap on one of her cheeks, the skin flushed under the whip. She complains with a light “owww” and still didn’t answer. So he goes in again, same cheek, another full hand print of evidence.
“I said do you hear me?”
“Ow, yes, yeah, jeez… I heard you.”
“I still don’t think you do, baby, I think you need a few more reminders,” he soothes both his hands over her hips, making sure she stays firmly in position and massaged the globes of her ass. He doesn’t prepare her again for the next spank, catching the other ass cheek with a loud, hard smack that echoed in the room. Leaving her whimpering and quivering before quickly getting back into position for him. Clark smiles and bites his lower lip a bit, bending forwards so his clothed crotch could teasingly rut for a bit right up against her tender ass.
“Shhh. Yeah. Atta girl. Atta girl, staying bent over like this for me. Feel that?”
He grinds his bulge side to side against her opening, getting some of her slick stained on the outside of his sweats.
“That’ll be your reward after you’ve been a good girl for me,” Clark explained. Still rutting against her slowly, guiding one of his middle fingers over to her front to tickle the hood of her clit. She hums with obvious appreciation, rutting back against his dick before he stills her hips with those sure hands.
“Not yet. Uh-uh. Not happening.”
She winces at his tone and stuffs her face back into the pillow, trying to keep her hips still for him again. He clenched his jaw and rubs her ass with both his hands again, gearing her up for another round of spankings.
“Are you gonna be my good girl and behave?”
“Yes, I’m gonna… I’ll be your good girl. I promise.”
“That’s perfect, baby. A few more. Just a few more. You need to learn is all,” he assures, cooing so gently in her ear that she felt how hard her heart was beating in her stomach. The slick between her lips could’ve started gushing down to the sheets any moment now by the slow, commanding way he speaks when he’s in this more dominant mode.
He knows his role, knows when to keep pushing her and when to step back and be gentle again. It was an art, a dance, a delicate yin and yang of finding the balance between both to fill all of her needs. And when to deny all of her wants to keep her bowing down for more and more.
She squealed when the next spank hits, wincing from the rough blows he used yet still wagging her ass back and forth to beckon him for another one. He eagerly spanks her again in pairs, soothing each slap with a pat and even leaning down to give her asshole a little kiss for surviving through so much.
He counts the next five thwacks as her whole body shivers through each, salty tears drifting down from her eyes and soaking some of the pillow. He shushes her and kisses each cheek again before his last quick ten slaps, watching the exhausted skin get puffy and red from the smacks. Her pussy started leaking so much it connected a thick string to the palm of his hand when one spank happened to land straight on the lips of her pussy, spreading them out from the impact. She cried the loudest after the particular one, and by the desperate, hushed sound of it, Clark knows she’s deep in her submissive headspace now, and she’s ready to be cradled and loved again.
He slowly turns her over to brace her body back into his arms, pulling her closer so she’s sat on his lap. When she sits down he hears the gasp of pain from all the swats she’s endured on her ass, hovering to not make direct contact with her tender skin. Her limbs automatically wrap around his waist and she cries into his neck while her arms brace his biceps tight for a hug.
Clark puts everything in his aftercare, kissing her face and tells her how proud he is to be hers, how incredible she is for having so much resilience and restraint. As gentle as can be, he cups both her stained red cheeks and lets her seat herself directly into his palms, coos in her ear that everything is gonna be okay, that he’ll take good care of her.
“You were phenomenal, baby. You took all of them like I knew my girl could. You never disappoint me, you never let me down,” he whispers, long kisses laid on both her temples while she breathed deeply, in and out as he guides her through the comedown. He can tell her head is still buzzing with all that adrenaline and shock in her system.
“My number one girl. My perfect thing. You need some rest, baby? Need an ice pack?”
She managed a slight nod that communicated everything to him he needed to know. She whines with her thick throat to plead that he doesn’t leave her and he swears that he won’t, getting up and carrying her bridal style to the kitchen and resting her on her side at the couch. Rips the freezer door open to find a cooling pack and speed walks back over to her, gently pressing it onto her sore ass and watching her reaction with tense intent.
After a few quiet moments of him still littering kisses over her thighs and telling her how amazing she’s been, he’s surprised when her little voice first spoke up.
“M’gonna get the ice pack all messy,” she murmurs. Finally able to put on a smile. Clark can already tell her slick coated a bit of the ice pack, switching off each cheek so she didn’t get too cold that it hurt. A laugh bubbles out from his gut, biting down on his lower lip and laying a wet kiss on one of her hips.
“That doesn’t matter. Don’t think about it. Relax, honey. You just went through so much…”
“But I want you,” she begs, pulling on the neck of his shirt to have him closer.
“You have me. You have me,” he mutters. “Still sore? You still wanna feel me?”
“Yes,” she whispers. Brings a warm hand to his and tugs him to lay on top of her, Clark hovering to hold up most of his weight. Their lips meet in the middle before they start licking into each other’s mouths, spit getting swallowed and shared between each. He finds himself rubbing against her middle the deeper each kiss gets, drenching his length with her arousal as he slides through her lips.
“You always get so wet like this after getting spanked,” Clark laughs. “Want me to act so strict, so mean…”
“It’s really sexy when you boss me around, punish me. Come on, put it in and hit me again.”
Clark pulls away and studies her face, wide eyed and grinning in disbelief. “You serious? You’re still so red, baby, it’ll hurt you.”
“That’s the point,” she emphasizes. Grabs ahold of his tip to point it at her opening, stroking loosely and planting more kisses on his neck. When he’s inside he pumps slowly, sharing each other’s oxygen with heavy pants between their mouths. He feels her insides tighten on him and her hand squeeze his bicep, trying to signal her needs to him.
With a long moment to observe her face, her body language, and her beaten up ass, he sighs and kisses on her neck before pulling back and landing a nice, easy slap on a cheek as he continuously moves inside her. She winced and implores him for more, sticking her ass out toward him and wrapping a leg around his hip. He watches her with awe while he spanks her again, and again, and again, while her pussy creams a fresh mess all over the base of his dick.
He has to pull out until just the tip is inside for the next several round of spanks, coming too close to finishing prematurely while she keens like a slut that’s been catapulted to heaven from the blissful mixtures of pleasure and pain. She tries to sink back down on him in protest, to push him back inside as deep as he was with the help of her messy slick between them. Her ass hasn’t been this sore or burned up in a long, long while - all his handprints a delicate marking of everything he’s done to her. She humps against him for the last few spankings and cums with her clit sliding up against his girth, clenching down even more as he soothes her skin with his giant gentle palms.
Clark asks her if she feels better, if she’s finally sated.
“You didn’t cum yet.”
He laughs, turns over and covers his eyes with his wrist. After a small beat he swiftly gets back up without a second thought and mounts himself right back on top, trapping her underneath him while she lies on her belly.
Grabbing hold of his cock, he begins stroking, grazing her puffy pink ass with the tip. “I could mark your ass again, this time with some cum. S’that sound nice? What do you think?”
She wiggles her ass beneath him, like her tail was wagging just thinking about his claim getting splattered all over her already abused ass. It was a no brainer. She almost wants to bite back that he’s stupid for even asking when he knows what the answer always is.
Instead a slew of whines uncontrollably roll out with every stroke, every time his tip lines back up with her slit. He squeezes an ass cheek and revels in the reactionary noise, hearing her squeal and chase his dick with her opening.
“Shhh, keep it down a little. You know I love your pretty noises, just be a good girl for me. It’s coming.”
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yum so why this took me forever to just get done is beyond me. I’m tired of looking at it so I’ll just post it
Oooh yess the ddlg starting with a joking thank you daddy and that's all it takes to awaken something in him 
[explicit 18+] clark is sweating and pumping into her that first night after she jokingly calls him that, and he’s panting heavyyyy and is still in his head overthinking it. digs his fucking hips into her until his balls are pressed right up against her and leans down and huskily whispers say it again, what you called me earlier. say it and I’m gonna cum.
and between her whimpers she lets out a laugh. not even knowing that he gave that joke a second thought. so she wiggles her hips a little, as much as she could while she’s beneath him, and starts off with a low whisper back. daddy. clark makes a gruff noise and starts to pump into her faster. again, please, again, he pleads. kisses the back of her neck and slides himself all the way out before slamming all of it back in, wet squelching so sloppy between their intertwined bodies. daddy, daddy, fucking me good, always fucking me so good. are you gonna cum in me daddy? do you wanna cum in this tight pussy? it’s yours. it’s all yours forever.
clark’s jaw is slack and stuck open, no noise coming out at first in shock. his balls draw up and he feels it in his lower belly that that name has done something to him, and it’s irreversible.
he clenches his jaw and focuses on every single thrust, angling his cock to drag in and out in different spots to pierce every single spongey spot. clark knows she’s clenched a whole mess on his dick every spot he digs in, and his veins are pulsing like everything in him has surrendered to this newfound kink.
daddy’s gonna cum in you, daddy’s gonna cum so much. you make me feel so good with this pussy, baby girl, he hums, teasing her sopping slit with the tip, slapping her with it while she squeals louder. say ‘thank you daddy’, he taunts. wiggles his dick in his grip up against her. she just whimpers loud and long too, trying to catch his tip so it’s back home where it needs to be. voice a hoarse mess when she whines -
thank you so much daddy. thank you, thank you
does daddy treat you well? are you happy with this cock inside you?
fuck please, please daddy, yes—yes you treat me so well, can we cum together please? daddy—
shhh. daddy’s got you. I’ll make you cum. you’re gonna cum on me so good. ready?
clark tells her to breathe in as he pulls all the way out, then tells her to breathe out when he shoves every single inch back in. she hollers in her pillow, says his new little nickname a few times again while she tightens down on him and rides out her orgasm in long, satisfying waves that he keeps up with and shoots one of his fattest loads while he’s lodged deep inside her.
when they catch their breath and he gently pulls himself out and grasps her in a little hug, she teases him again with that pet name and a tired little laugh. he has red cheeks and tries to hide his dick already twitching again. she sees it and laughs louder, excited that she discovered his new weakness.
the whole shove sam in a room and lock him in it to detox from what is essentially drugs plotline is so insane to me. i mean aside from the fact that it’s incredibly dangerous — considering he was using the blood longer-term and, not dissimilar to drug addicts, he couldn’t just be cold turkey detoxed, his body literally started dying — it’s just so terrible. shove the addict in a room with nothing but a little metal bed for forcible dangerous detox. sounds like torture to me. but nooo that’s his brother, dean just cares. in this essay i will…
clark smelling his coworker’s arousal with his super sense of smell OMGG YOU AND ANON ARE GENIUSES I’d love to see a part two (only if you are interested in continuing this idea) where clark asks her out or something. maybe he keeps smelling her throughout the whole date and it’s making him go crazy 😵💫
okay yessssss. switching perspective tho cause writing in second person is so much easier when im trying to avoid y/n 😛
warnings: suggestive content! 18+ only pls
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Clark was distraught.
It had been days since he decided to ask you out properly, but he couldn’t quite work up the nerve. Stopping a building from collapsing? Piece of cake. Asking out a pretty girl who liked him? Terrifying.
Well, he at least thought she liked him. She certainly thought he was attractive, as he’d found out in that file room. That could at least be enough to get his foot in the door for a date. Right?
You walked up to the coffee pot, mug in hand. It had been a long day, and it wasn’t even noon yet. An article deadline was creeping up on you, and there were still edits to be made on a few others. You went to grab the pot when Jimmy suddenly appeared, taking it first.
“So… He talk to you yet?” Jimmy asked with a smile, pouring his mug full. He noticed your frown, chuckling once before he filled yours as well.
“Thanks. Who?” You asked, taking a sip.
Jimmy raised a brow. “Uh…”
“James.”
“Don’t full name me.”
“Don’t hide things.”
He sighed, regretting for a moment that he’d ever befriended you. “Clark.”
You snorted a laugh. “Talk to me about what? He can barely look at me without shuffling away.”
“Well, he just—”
The man himself appeared, staring at Jimmy with a tensed jaw. Clark had heard your conversation from across the room, though he couldn’t exactly let it slip that he had superhearing. He had to play it cool. As cool as was feasible for him, at least.
“What are you up to?” Clark asked, grabbing himself a disposable cup to fill. He didn’t often drink coffee this late in the workday.
“Jimmy says you’re supposed to talk to me,” you state, looking up at him and his gorgeous jawline. You let your eyes linger as he glared at Jimmy. “Won’t tell me what about, though.”
“Oh. Uh… well, I…”
“I’m gonna…” Jimmy trailed off, throwing a thumb over his shoulder before he quickly retreated. He didn’t want to be there if a train wreck occurred.
“You…?” You prompted, looking up at him.
“I was just, uh, wondering. If you’d, you know, maybe want to go out some time? Like let me take you out? On… on a date.”
“Oh?”
He blinked at you, cheeks a little pink. You just smiled. May as well cut the poor guy a break.
“Yeah. Sure, I’d love to.”
He let out a breath, his own smile coming out. “Oh. Gosh. Thank goodness. Uh, well, how about tonight? Are you busy?”
“No, I’m free,” you responded, biting back a wider smile. He was adorable. “Where do you want to take me?”
He swallowed. That was a complex question, considering he’d like to take you anywhere. Against a wall, in his bed, kitchen, living room, file room, your car. None of those would be appropriate answers, though, he thought.
“How about Italian food?”
“Love it.”
“Okay! Great,” he replied with a cheesy grin. “Great. I know an amazing place a few blocks down from here, actually, that I’d love to take you to. Uh… d-does seven work for you? Enough time to head home and stuff first?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Clark was floating on air the rest of the day. He had enough time to do a few rounds as Superman after work before he had to actually freshen up and get ready for the date. He’d picked you up at your place, which really means that he flew over and then took you on a walk to the restaurant. It wasn’t far, and it gave him more time to get to talk to you.
The date went phenomenally, and you were equally as charmed as he was. He was sweet at work, but in this context? He was incredible. Chivalrous, shockingly flirty, and you could swear his eyes were literally twinkling. By the time dessert came you were three glasses of wine deep and feeling a little… warm.
“I’m glad we did this,” you say softly, reaching forward to brush his knuckles with your fingers.
He glanced down, heart fluttering as he watched you touch his hand.
“Y-yeah. I am too. I’ve… honestly, I’ve had a crush on you for a while. I’m really happy you said yes.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
You smiled, chewing your lip. He turned his hand over, taking yours. He let his thumb brush over the back of your hand. You sighed dreamily. God, he was big. And gorgeous. Your thighs pressed together under the table, trying to suppress that tingling feeling you always got when he got close. Though, this time it was cranked up to ten.
He tried asking you a question about your family, though he could hardly pay any attention to the answer as a familiar smell hit his nose. He took in a breath, glancing down at your hand again, his jaw ticking once. He tried to ignore it, he really did. But knowing with certainty that you were here, holding his hand, and getting wet just talking to him? It was driving him insane.
“You okay?” You asked softly.
“Hm?”
“You look a little spacey.”
“Oh.” He gulped, looking at you again. “Yeah. Yes, I’m okay. Sorry, just… a little distracted, I guess.”
You tilted your head in question. “Distracted? By what?”
“You,” he admitted quietly with a soft smile. “You’re just… very distracting.”
You grinned, chin resting in your palm. “Oh yeah? How so?”
He sighed once. “Well… y-you’re pretty. Beautiful. Sweet. Funny. Just really… really great. Distracting, like I said.”
Distracting indeed. You could hardly focus on anything but him. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
“We should do this again sometime,” you comment quietly as he walked you to your front door.
He nodded. “Yes. Yeah, I would really love that.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
He just smiled at you for a moment. You looked back up at him, squeezing his hand once again, trying to commit the feeling of his skin to memory. Maybe if you did it well enough, you could pretend it was his hand between your legs later that night. You figured he wasn’t the kiss-on-a-first-date kind of guy.
You figured wrong.
Clark plucked up all the courage he could, willing himself not to get hard as he leaned in. A tall order, considering he was halfway there from your scent alone. Having super-senses was certainly helpful when it came to gauging your interest.
You looked up with wide eyes, closing them only when his lips were finally against yours. His lips were soft but firm, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to yours, his hand bracing against your cheek.
This was a feeling you were sure to log in your mind for later.
He knew he’d be thinking of it for the next week every time he had an ounce of alone time.
He pulled away after a moment, sighing softly against your lips.
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