NASTY SMUT IS THE BEST ISTG I MEAN GAWD DAYUM
sorry. not sure what just happened there... *ahem* ANYWAY I have a request dear.
Reader works at the Daily planet and typical coworker crush bullshit yada yada except Clark is a fucking perv and just can't keep his hands off himself no matter how hard he tries. It's gotten so bad that he can't even go a full day without thinking about reader that way and he has to excuse himself to go to the bathroom before he ruins another pair of boxers (calming down and jerking off are basically the same thing, right?).
Reader finds out at some point (Clark, the big dumb man that he is, doesn't notice) and oh god they're just so mean to him. It starts off small. Shorter skirts, more attention than usual (which only makes the fantasies he has in bed more vivid and the flush on his face deeper), before oops! it slips that they know and he begs and pleads for forgiveness, but it's already happened and there's really no saving him. Especially when he's making such pretty noises and he's got his tie being used as makeshift handcuffs to keep him from touching while Reader makes him watch them touch themselves and god he already said he was sorry so why can't he cum yet??
If you can't tell I absolutely LOVE humiliation and think when done properly it can be absolutely FILTHY (I have full faith in you). also idk if you do like, full sized fics or if they're more like drabbles but if you wanna try writing a full sized fic I would LOVE to be the sacrifice (I gave you a lot, but in my defense... uh... 👀)
hiyaaa, never done a full sized fic before but lowkey down for the challenge with this one.
no shame | clark kent x reader
co-worker!clark, perv!clark, femdom!reader || multi chapter fic, so stay tuned my friends xx
you had started at the daily planet two months ago. you were accquainted with everyone now, even invited out for drinks with jimmy and cat sometimes. you loved it there, it gave you more creative freedom than most journals in the city and, what you loved even more than freedom to write about however you wanted was your co-worker clark. clark kent. he was like a giant but with the mentality of a puppy dog. by the second day of work he had you thinking about him while brushing your teeth every morning, his dumb laugh and lopsided smile--you were doomed. utterly and completely. clark had noticed you too, and you weren't exactly oblivious to that fact. he watched you a lot. not in a creepy way, more of admiring way, but he was too chicken to ever talk to you. he talked to everyone else, even went out for dinner with jimmy and lois sometimes, well you'd only heard of it from lois cause he never seems to come along when you've got nowhere else to be.
in meetings, you'd ask him his thoughts on your essays. he would nod, hold his chin like he is thinking before holding a thumbs up. it was all so anti-climatic. so today, you came in dressed in your usual knee length dress, black flats and your hair up. makeup done, a soft blush on your cheeks, and you damn near sprayed the whole bottle of expensive perfume you got last christmas from your grandmother. "kent," you huffed as you rounded the corner into his cubicle-- it was spaced off from jimmy's and as you stepped into it, everything felt smaller around him. His knees touched the underside of the wooden desk, and as he turned around, oblivious to who might've said his name, you notice just how big he is. christ, he barely fit into the chair, and he had to hunch over to write his articles. you had your printed off essay in your hand--it was about Arkham Asylum, a nasty fortress in some cursed city called Gotham, you had stumbled upon it during a deep dive of Top 10 Worst Psych Wards and Prisons, you wanted to know if it was too out there for an expose piece. clark cleared his throat the minute he saw you, raising his brows instead of speaking. you stared expectantly, waiting for him to mutter something... anything. "i want you to read this before i hand it in to perry." you explain, and the rolled up paper in your hand is left hovering for an uncomfortable amount of time before clark grabs it. "uh," he clears his throat. "yeah. yes. will do. yes ma'am." he laughs awkwardly, boyish as he flips through the pages in front of you. he slips it on his desk and looks up at you. you fight off a smile at his utterly awkward and nerdy response and you nod your head. "good, thanks. i'll come find you after five so we can go over it?" you throw the idea out there and clark's face, which has been progressively growing darker in shades of red and pink, is now full on flustered. you weren't the type of person to claim to be overly beautiful or sexy in anyway, but god did he make you feel on top of the moon. he could barely utter words in front of you. he tosses up a thumbs up just like he does in every morning meeting and you shoot one back before smiling, "see ya later then, kent."
clark wasn't even sure why or how you had this effect on him, it was like whenever you came around he was a teenage boy who couldn't help himself. everything about you was intoxicating, which was why he avoided you as much as possible--it made him feel like a pervert. the way he couldn't take his eyes off of your neck, your legs, your arms, your hands--everything about you. the second you stepped away from his cubicle he felt embarrassment, will do? yes ma'am? he sounded like his dad. he shook his head of curls, face palming as he groaned to himself. his eyes leapt to the paper. Arkham Asylum, Gotham, NJ. great. he took a deep breath before tugging the paper towards him, he read the pages before jimmy came in to offer some commentary on his dating life. "that girl from hinge totally ghosted me. which, i mean, not the end of the world, she had this crooked tooth that sorta jutted out and when she would laugh it was all i could see." jimmy rambled and clark glared at him through his thick framed glasses. jimmy's smile dropped, "what?" he scoffs. "you are nitpicking at these beautiful women for no reason, jimmy, sorry if that's not what i wanna hear while i drink my coffee." clark huffs as he grabs his daily planet mug. jimmy squints, "you and i both know what's in that mug, clark, and it rhymes with shot schmocolate." jimmy gripes before rolling his eyes on his way out of clark's cubicle. "it is coffee, jimmy! what you're smelling is the mocha creamer!" clark stands up as he calls out to jimmy, jimmy doesn't even turn around as clark pokes his head out of the cubicle. "offered at the coffee bar! i can't be the only one who uses it!" clark calls to jimmy once again, yet jimmy only smirks to himself.
as jimmy spins into your cubicle, you glance up from your computer. "hey," you murmur as he drags the chair from cat's empty desk into your cubicle. "why did you give clark your Arkham piece?" jimmy murmurs as he spins the chair around, straddling the chair. you flush slightly. "just wanted some fresh eyes." you murmur back and jimmy scoots his chair closer. "clark doesn't do expose's... lois does and i do." he tilts his head to the side, catching your eyes faltering from your keyboard. "clark interviews superman." you look at jimmy as you say it and his face contorts into a confused expression. "Arkham is this asylum--" jimmy holds his hand up as you begin to talk. "in gotham, i know. it's sort of infamous for being like.. evil." you nod your head slowly. "right, and that is where the batman takes everyone he arrests." you poorly explain a false narrative to jimmy and he squints at you. "i am not seeing the correlation there." he huffs cockily and you roll your eyes. "it doesn't have to make sense to you." you remark and jimmy's brows jump. "alright, alright. damn." he laughs before standing up, dragging the chair back to cat's cubicle. "won't tell anyone about your little crush on kent." jimmy mumbles before you're swatting him away like a bee.
during lunch you catch clark's eyes on you as you fill up on coffee, and as you walk to the printer, and as you chat with jimmy, and lois, and cat, and perry. his eyes seemed to follow you throughout the office, and you could always feel it. it was like a subtle hum in the background. his eyes were wanting, and for what you had no clue, because it wasn't like made passes at you like any other guy in the office would.
after five, the place has cleared out, the light are even off as you power your laptop off and flick off your lamp. your shoes click and clack against the tiled floor as you come towards clark's office and as you peek your head in, you see his head tilted back just slightly, and his hand palming himself through his thick gray slacks. your face heats immediately, and warmth floods your lower tummy as you watch. you shouldn't. you know that. he thinks he's alone, he must have forgotten about you coming to review the paper. on his desk is your paper, it is sprawled open like he had been in the middle of reading it when he stopped. his hand was kneading at himself, soft sighs leaving his lips.
this was unusual behavior for clark, he could usually keep it in his pants until he went home but there was something about you, about today. he couldn't help the images flooding his mind as he was reading your words. the paper wasn't even sexy, it was the opposite, it was all big sociology and psychology words that he didn't fully grasp the meanings of but it didn't ward away the thoughts of you. he had this one vision of you coming into his office and telling him that you knew, knew how he was thinking about you, and just how pathetic it was that he couldn't control himself. it made his cheeks tinge with embarrassment but it only made his cock harder, and christ, he felt helpless. he was trying his best to stay quiet, he didn't know what to do. you would be here any minute, expectantly wanting a proper peer review of this paper that he can't even get through because he's so worked up. he had to go to the bathroom and sort himself out. he pushed his seat out and as he did, he saw a figure standing in the frame of his cubicle entrance. his eyes whip to the figure as his hand grabs the paper off of his desk, holding it to his lap to hide his obvious issue. your name left his lips bitterly as he saw you. "i must have forgot that we were meeting." he huffs, smiling awkwardly at you.
unsure what to say, you clear your throat. "no worries, glad i caught you before you left." you murmur, slipping into the cubicle. "i'm actually running late for something," clark retorts, and you nod your head slowly, fighting off a laugh. you never would've pegged clark as the type of guy to get off in public, but he seems full of surprises now. "oh, we can do it another time. just... before monday, alright?" you look at him sharply and he nods his head, his eyes looking at you eagerly. "see you tomorrow, clark." you whisper softly as you tap the wall of his cubicle before leaving. the second you leave clark is bright red with embarrassment, wondering how much you saw.
lmk what u guys wanna see next for themmmm, open to ideas and plot suggestionsss kiss kisssss
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