P!LINK WITH CLARK KENT ᝰ.ᐟ
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a/n: just like last time this is a one shot with a link at the end! again a lazy one since it’s now 4am at the time of posting and i need sleep. if your seeing this as it’s posted, psa: i’ll probably update the more sexual parts and develop that throughout the day. ALSO i would love for you guys to send me scenarios you’d like to see, you wish is my command. enjoy <3
you work at the chanel store not far from the daily planet, so naturally when your shift ends and you notice clark’s still at work on life 360, you decide to pay him a visit.
the cold breeze hits your legs as you leave the store, beginning your ‘journey’ to towards the building.
your new vintage chanel dress came in the mail a few days ago, it was adorable and had you twirling in front of your mirror before work that morning and your manager is very strict on the uniform, chanel only. It was perfect, or so you thought.
you instantly regret the trust you put into the morning forecast, not expect the weather to switch up that dramatically. it was only a matter of time before climate change began to it’s rein on metropolis.
your arms crossed as you try to warm yourself up, compensating for lack of warmth your dress refuses to provide.
you mutter a small ‘fuck’ under your breath before speeding up as the daily planet comes into sight, punching in clark’s employee pin with shaky fingers and chittering teeth before the little red light turns green with a small ding. you push open the heavy floor to ceiling doors.
you enter the dark building, walking past the empty front desk as you feel warmth slowly returning to your body.
you spot clark at his desk, the glow of his computer lights up furrowed his face.
he smiles like a puppy as he notices you, eagerly waving you over.
he lets you sit on his chair as you read over his article draft, humming small praises towards his work as you skim through.
he stands towering over beside you. his eyes trailing down your dress, one he’s never seen you wearing before. you look up instinctively as you feel clark shooting lasers into you with that stare.
clark isn’t an overly sexual man but he god did you look good.
he instinctively leans in to give you a soft kiss, one of love (something that isn’t rare) but the moment he feels your tongue swipe his bottom lip it soon laced with passion.
it was an innocent move from you, well maybe not, however the next thing you know, his fingers grip the delicate fabric of you dress, pushing the hem up your thighs before his fingers hook your underwear.
it might’ve been the fact he hasn’t seen you in a week or maybe the pent up tension caused by the borderline sexting that played out a few days prior that caused him to do this.
he’s a law abiding citizen, he’d never do something like this in the workplace.
yet he pulls your panties to the side, quickly connecting his fingertips with the soft flesh of your clit, rubbing small circles.
a soft gasp escaped your lips, echoing in the empty space before you suddenly feel his thick digit sliding into you with ease, filling you up. your grip on his computer mouse loosens as you throw your head back into the chair.