-let me preface this by saying I have never written an x reader and the last time I wrote a fanfic was in 2018 I haven’t read an x reader in seriousness since I was like 14 so I’m pretty dust. Keep your expectations mid
I wanted to write this because I noticed the utter lack in Clark fics and tbh should’ve been expected but be the change you want am I right.
Things to know before you go in:
-this takes place before he discovers the backrooms
-I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible so everyone can enjoy
-There's a little bit of POV switching. I wanted to try and shine some light on Clark’s thoughts and feelings.
-hopefully he’s not too ooc. I tried to keep it IC as possible
-TAGS everyone should be aware of is age gap, miiiild angst, rough sex that turns tender, drunk sex, the term kiddo/kid used during sex, unprotected sex, mild crying during sex, Fingering. probably some others but what eves just lmk
No beta we die like Clark
title: Cowboys and Angels
(From George micheal song, Cowboy and angels, give it a listen)
Alternative title: Whiskey and tequila on the rocks
(I listened to Sza and George micheal while writing this so that should tell u everything u need to know)
It’s been a few years since you’ve graduated. You didn’t really have any plans for college yet. It is it in the cards, you are going to go, but now was the time to enjoy a few years out of school and bask in your youthfulness. Mess around a little bit, learn a few hobbies or get better at the ones you already have. Of course your mom complained about it all the time. “When are you going to go to school? It's important to get a degree in this day and age?” and the most annoying question of all was “when are you going to get a job? You can’t laze around here for free if you’re not going to school.”
Well, she had a good point there, but there weren’t a lot of places that would hire a twenty-one year old with no degree. You thought back over those conversations with your mom while sitting in front of the tv watching some cheesy sitcom. It was okay…not the best, again it was cheesy, but at least it was entertaining. You let out a sigh as the show cut to its commercial breaks. Same old ads, burning as ever. Some about weird medicine, and a couple of furniture ads. The one that caught your eye was the pirate themed one. It was as new, it had to be. You would know after sitting in front of the television for so much time. It was a man hobbling around in a pirate costume and a chair leg used as a peg leg. You were drawn to it. There was just something so mesmerizing about a grown man out of breath from hobbling around dressed up as a pirate trying to sell furniture. There was even a small banner at the bottom advertising hiring at this place.
“You should go apply! It looks easy enough and who needs a degree to sell furniture.” Your mom says behind you.
You jumped slightly from the sudden voice and looked over at her. “You startled me!” You sigh and look back at the tv, its location details popping up on screen now. It wasn’t that far from were you lived. A fifteen minute walk at best. You thought about it, it was easy money in your pocket, well it looked easy enough. It was close by, you wouldn’t even need to drive if you wanted.
You look back at your mom and ask, “You think I could do it?”
“Yeah! I mean look at the man. If he can do it, so can you.” She gestured towards the tv and you.
With one more thought over all the details, you would go in tomorrow and check it out. You were starting to get bored lounging around the house all day, so why not go out on a little hiring adventure.
It was the next morning. You got up, brushed your teeth, washed your face, and put on the best presentable outfit you could find in your closet. You hoped it would be enough to get you through the application process.
You drive down the store and parked in the empty lot. It was so empty you started to worry if the store was even opened, but the open sign on the door suggested otherwise. You give a concerned look around before squeezing the steering wheel to ground yourself. You tell yourself you got this and get out the car and make your way inside.
The first things you notice when opening up the door was just how big and empty it was. Furniture stores are always big, but you would’ve thought it would have more inside. Just a little more furniture and most importantly people. Secondly, you’re greeted by a weird mannequin dressed up as a pirate. It fits the theme, but just a little off putting for you. You look around where you stand before calling out.
It echoes slightly off the big walls of the building. All is still quiet after that. You start to wonder if *anyone* is here at all.
“Hi, how can I help you?”
You turned your head to the direction of the voice.
It’s the man who was in the commercial. Upon closer look he’s handsome when he’s not in that silly pirate get up. He’s an older man who looks like he has seen better days, but still neat and tidy in his suit. “Professional…and handsome.” You think to yourself.
“Uh, Can I help you?” He says again and closer this time.
You snap out of your thoughts. “Oh-yes! Sorry, uhm…I was looking for the manager. I saw an ad for this place on the TV and it said you all were hiring. I wanted to see if I could apply.” You look at him a little nervous. It feels a little intimidating honestly. There are a few beats where he doesn’t say anything. It almost looks as if he’s disappointed you’re not a customer.
That look changes in an instant to a warm, but tired smile as he sticks out his hand and introduces himself.
“Well if you’re looking for the manager, guess that would be me. I’m Clark, the owner.”
You shake his hand and smile back. He's got a firm grip. The way he squeezes your hand ever so shoots a little butterfly to your stomach.
“It’s nice to meet you.” You say and let go of his hand.
“Follow me, we’ll head to my office for a small interview and see if you’re a right fit.” He says and starts walking towards an employees only door.
You follow him and really start to hope this all goes well. You wouldn’t mind working for this place.
The interview process was pretty smooth. It was weird you didn’t have to fill out an application and wait a few days beforehand, but you weren’t going to complain about it. Whatever got you a job the soonest.
You look around the walls of the small office as he’s going over a few documents. One wall is lined with drawings of buildings in funky forms and some concrete and structured. You start to wonder if he’s gone for school for graphic design or architecture, they’re that good.
He clears his throat and draws your attention back to him.
“Well, while I already have an assistant manager, having an extra hand around here might not be so bad. As long as you can lift with your legs and you don’t mind a rat or two.” He says while checking over some paperwork again.
Your eyebrows scrunch up making a slightly concerned face at the last comment, but you brush it off chalking it up to him just trying to be funny hopefully.
“Yea definitely. I’m always helping my mom out with outside work and whenever she wants to rearrange the living room.” You comment to seal the deal.
He lets out a small chuckle and looks up at you. “Alright, I think you’ll be a fine fit for the store kiddo. You can start next week from now first thing in the morning.”
Your shoulders relax and you smile at the success of landing a job with a handsome manager.
“Thank you so much! I won’t disappoint.” You say and with that you give your goodbyes and thanks and leave. You can’t wait to tell your mom the good news. It’s cause for a celebration in your eyes.
It’s been a week since your last visit to Cap’N Clark’s Ottoman Empire. Since then you’ve been playing it cool. Doing the same longing and hobbies you’ve always been doing and preparing for your job. Things are a little more stressful with a job added on top of your daily life, but you can manage. You always have.
It’s your first big day. You decided to dress business casual. To show off your sense of confidence and responsibility. It isn’t really your style, but you did the best you could with what you had and it could be worse.
Clark takes you on a tour of the store, ask you if you’re interested in any of the furniture jokingly, but honestly you can’t really tell if it’s a joke or not. You meet the assistant manager Kat and her boyfriend Bobby. They’re in the same age group as you, so getting along with them should be just fine. You explore the storefront and the basement. Everything looks fine.
Everything should be smooth sailing from this point forward.
A few weeks in and the store hasn’t gotten any busier, but you decided out of the goodness of your heart to buy a stool for your room from the store. Clark tells you, you don’t have to do it. That the money he’s paying you is just going right back to him. You tell him it doesn’t matter and that you needed a new stool anyways. The one you had since a kid was losing its stability and that you’ve had to reglue the legs onto it about seven different times. It put a small smile on his face and it made you happy. That’s the second time butterflies fluttered their way into your stomach. Was buying furniture from a failing furniture store to make this middle age man happy. Did it seem kind of pathetic? Yea, but you couldn’t care less.
A few weeks in you decided to ask him about the drawings that were posted all on his office walls.
“So, you like to draw?” You gestured to the illustrations on the wall.
“Oh-Those…they’re just…” He was finding the words to answer your question. He can’t remember the last time someone took genuine interest in.
He cleared his throat and sat up straight in his chair. “Some perspective drawings I drew from time to time when the store isn’t busy.
Well the store is never busy…” you think to yourself, you wanted to say but you were already on rocky waters after breaking a kitchen table. It wasn’t your fault the furniture was cheap. You were trying to get in his good graces again after that and this was a step forward. You did take genuine interest in his drawings though. It was the first thing you noticed when you stepped into his office for the interview. You were bound to ask at some point.
“They’re good. Like really good. Did you go to school for something like it?” You eye one drawing and trace your fingers softly over the paper.
“Well, I…I did go to school for it. Architecture to be exact.” He states.
“Whoa really? I’ve heard architecture is brutal. Twenty hours worth of classes you gotta take. The precision….the math.” You say still admiring the work in the walls.
Clark sat there speechless. Maybe this is the first time someone’s recognized his talent. It was coming from a twenty one year old with no experience, but it still felt good.
“I like this one. The colors are vibrant, the heavy linework makes it pop out and building’s really cool.” You knew a little bit about art.
“Soooo….what happened? How’d you end up…here?” You gestured to the area around you and looked at him from were you stood waiting for an answer.
“Well…the architecture industry is insanely difficult to get into and to be honest it shouldn't be with the shit designs they’re planning to build with them. Good designs will only take you so far you know.” He tried to chuckle off the disappointment that was evident in his voice.
“If it were up to me, you’d be an architect. I would hire you for designs. I like your work.”
And he was speechless again.
That was probably too much. You probably shouldn’t keep buttering up to this man, but you did think his work was good and you wanted to let him know.
“Thanks…” He says with his gaze focused on you.
“Yea…” You say and give a small smile and wave as you walk out of his office. There goes those little butterflies again. Always stirring up your mind and your body. Always causing trouble.
After that interaction he would show you his newest designs from time to time. It was cute that he felt comfortable enough around you to show off his drawings and designs with confidence. You didn’t mind it and it was always nice getting to see new art and he found a sense of comfort in it as well
Over the few months you’ve been there, you learned a lot about Clark. Mostly that he’s an architect, he’s divorced from his wife Barbara. He goes to therapy because of it. He lost his house to her. He has a real drinking problem, and he lives in the store ever since then. He didn’t tell you he lived in the store. You found that piece of information out with your own two eyes after you forgot your backpack in the store one night after closing. It had all your personal stuff in there including some good books you were in the middle of reading that you just couldn’t wait for. You pulled up to the store around ten at night and went to unlock the door. Yea you were given a key in case of emergencies and this was an emergency.
After getting the door unlocked, you don’t think of anything, but heading in and out. Like a little heist mission. That is until you heard the noise of a television. You knew the store didn’t sell televisions so where exactly was the noise coming from?
This was supposed to be an in and out mission, but now it’s turned into this creepy scavenger hunt to find out where the tv noises were coming from.
That’s when you saw a small tv set up in front of one of the showroom beds. The bed looked slept in. Now, you were starting to worry about who was in here after hours. You backed up only to hit a solid, warm figure and let out a yelp that’s quickly silenced by a hand covering your mouth.
The figure spins you around and in the soft yellow light, you see it’s Clark. You look at him with big startled eyes up and down, it’s Clark in what appears to be pajamas.
He removes his hand from your mouth and whisper shouts as if to not disturb the non-existent customer in the store, “What are you doing here?!”
You try to say something, but you're in shock by what’s happening to you. Did you just find out your boss is sleeping in the store?
“I should’ve never given you a key…!” He says and pinches the bridge of his nose. He shakes his head in embarrassment and tries to keep his face out of your sight.
That snapped you back to reality and you speak up in almost panic trying to make a case for yourself.
“I needed to pick up my backpack! It had my Walkman, books and other stuff in it! I couldn’t wait until the next day, so I thought it’d be fine! I didn’t think….”
He looked up at you through heavy and tired eyes. The look on his face was a mix of embarrassment and shame.
You took notice of the pungent smell of alcohol. It was radiating off of him hitting you in waves with every breath he exhaled. From time to time you would catch a faint whiff of booze off of him, but dismissed it to either being a really bad cologne or a night out at the bar. The real reason was right here. It was sitting in the showroom night dresser. A whole bottle of whisky. Just straight whiskey.
It makes you wonder about all the stuff he’s told you about. He hasn’t told you a lot and probably for this very reason. It’s hard to ignore, but you look back at him. Still confused and startled.
“Kiddo, just get your stuff and leave…” He rest a hand on your shoulder and pinches the bridge of his nose defeated.
And you go do just that. You grab your stuff from the break room and make a haste towards the door, but you were stopped by Clark saying one thing before you left.
“Keep….this to yourself.” He gestures towards his little sleep area. You look at him for a beat before nodding your head and leaving the store.
You sucked in the fresh, cool air of the night and looked over the horizon. Those few moments inside the furniture store felt like hours. It felt cramped and stuffy and creepy. He told you little bits and pieces about his messy divorce, but you didn’t realize it was this bad. Camping out in your own furniture store seemed like rock bottom. You wondered why he couldn’t just get an apartment if getting the house back wasn’t an option, but thinking about it he was running a failing business. He probably didn’t have the funds to get an apartment.
For the next couple of weeks you both tried to act as if things were normal. You thought at first he would ask for the key and fire you for trespassing at night. It only made sense, but no, everything just kept moving as normal. Helping out with reports, moving furniture and setting up different scenes. Every time you pass by his bed and nightstand, you thought back to that night. It was so pathetic, but there was nothing you could do to help.
Drinking a bottle of whiskey, all alone watching shitty tv and sleeping in your own furniture because you got kicked out of your own house. It all sounded so terrible, so pathetic…and that’s what attracted you. It kept you coming back to help out everyday.
Like moth to the flame. You were drawn to the heat that it made you feel whenever he complimented you and had a hand linger on your shoulder or back.
The feelings were always there, ever since that first handshake. You just didn’t realize what it was yet until all those little butterflies started piling up. Finding him sleeping in his own store had sealed the deal.
You cross your arms on the desk and let your head nestle in them. You turn your head to look out the window of the store. The sun was setting and the sky had turned a peachy color with lavender mixed in. It was close to closing time for the store.
You turned your head to look up at Clark who was talking with Kat about the store. Stuff you as a regular sales associate weren’t ready for. Big manager stuff.
A little more time has passed and Clark had moved to his office and it was time for you to pack your stuff up and head home, except you wanted to ask Clark something.
People would call you crazy for wanting to ask your divorced, pitiful, and alcoholic manager if he wanted to get drinks with you. You just couldn’t stand the thought of him drinking alone all the time. It definitely wasn’t healthy to do so.
You hyped yourself and told yourself you could do this and no matter what his answer would be, you'd be happy you asked anyway.
You make your way to his office and stand there awkwardly for a moment. You take in the state of it. It’s gotten a bit messier, paperwork piling up along with overdue bills as well. There were a couple of new added drawings on the wall, that was nice to see at least. He was keeping up with his passion. It’s what makes the soul burn bright. Whether it drove people to stardom or insanity, it was passion nevertheless.
Clark had his leg propped up in his other. He was biting the end of a pencil while concentrating on whatever documents were in his hand.
You knocked on the door frame to catch his attention and the calendar he had hung up fell instead. “I didn’t mean for that to happen…uhm.”
He looks up at you and sets the pencil down, “What do you want? If you’re in here asking for a raise you know I can’t give you one.”
“I know better than to ask for one, no offense…” His facial expressions stay the same
Another beat of silence before you clear your throat and speak up again.
“I wanted to ask if you want to go drinking with me.”
“Oh that’s young people stuff kiddo. I’m too old for the clubs…”
“No, not like the clubs! Just a simple dive bar. I frequent one from time to time. I’ve got my nights too you know.”
Now he gave you a skeptical look. What does a twenty/one year old know about hard nights.
“Come on…Trust me, it’ll all be fine. Plus, I don’t think rotting away in this store alone is doing you any good.
It looked like he was thinking of something to say. An excuse or maybe a bite back. Whatever it was dissipated. He let out a heavy sigh and set down his papers.
“Fine, but I’ll drive and I’m picking the bar. I don’t trust the judgement of someone like you…no offense kiddo.”
You brush off the snide comment, happy he just said yes. It feels like you did the impossible of pulling this sad pitiful man out of his store for a little buddy drinking.
“Go in and head home, I’ll pick you up later tonight.”
You give a verbal confirmation and make your way out the store and home.
Clark’s eyes lingered in the doorway where you just stood. The past few months with you here have made things interesting, least to say. It was nice having an extra helping hand that didn’t mind being underpaid. He felt a little bad about it, but that’s all he could afford. He was grateful for your help and the way you talked to him. Pulled him out his head sometimes and smiled at him even when things were shitty that day. A small dim light in a clouded and dark store. Kat and Bobby offered some ease when days were bad with their banter and stupid conversations, but at the end of the day they went home together and didn’t look back.
Things had been rough for him. Rough was honestly an understatement for him. Struggling with the divorce he had to go to therapy. It was covered, but it was annoying to deal with. A grown man having to go to therapy for divorce of all reasons. It didn’t look right, but he showed up to those sessions anyway. Losing the house was probably the worst thing to happen. It was his. He paid for it. It was in his name. And because of everything now he was stuck camping out in his own store.
You were done getting ready. Your outfit was nice! It wasn’t too much, but it was different from the clothes you wore to work. Cooler, better. And now all you had to do was wait.
The waiting was the most nerve wrecking part. Not having to dig through your dresser for a good outfit. Not having to explain to your mom about who you were going out with. It was the wait.
Your stomach was so full of butterflies it was starting to twist and turn with each flap of their delicate wings they felt more like razor blades.
You sat by your window and waited for Clark to pull up. You peeked through the curtains every other minute hoping to catch the moment he pulled up. Those minutes felt like years.
But finally, there he was. Your pulse jumped upon seeing his car and you ran to the door. You checked yourself in the mirror and smoothed out your outfit and put your hairs into place before opening up the door. Clark was making his way to the door, but you wanted to beat him to it. God forbid your mother open up the door and he have to explain himself why he’s picking up his young employee to go drinking.
He looked just as handsome out of his suit and tie. He was casual. It felt foreign, but nice.
“Yea, yea! Thanks for going out with me. It was about time someone pulled you out of that store captain.” You smirked and chuckled at the nickname you tacked onto the end of your sentence.
“Har har, very funny kid. Now, let’s go before I change my mind.”
The ride was fine. You made awkward small talk on the way to the bar, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. You were just thinking about getting your first drink down the hatch to settle your fried nerves.
Upon entry to the bar it was a typical dive bar. Small, a little rowdy, and warm somber feel to the whole thing. It's all it needed to be.
You two sat at the bar and he ordered a whiskey on the rocks for him and a tequila on the rocks for you.
You were finally here. Drinking with your boss who you’ve had a developing crush on since you started working there. You had no idea how it got to this point where your stomach was always churning butterflies every time he smiled at you, gave you praise and those shoulder and back pats for a good day's work. Just thinking about it makes you feel hot on the inside.
You take your glass and down the whole thing in one go. You would rather not linger on how your pathetic boss makes you feel.
The liquor is warm going down. The heat from it spreads from your stomach to the rest of your body.
Your nerves relax and you feel light as a feather.
Clark is already on his fourth glass of whiskey.
You're only on your second glass of tequila.
For a dive bar it was pretty good. You were mainly use to drinking cocktails, but for the time being you wanted to match Clark’s drinking pace.
After the fourth glass of tequila you switched over to a cocktail. There was no way you could match the pace of a divorced middle aged man. Anymore and you would’ve crossed the line between drunk and blacked out.
Clark was on his sixth glass. You didn’t know how anyone could continue drinking something as awful as whiskey. You guessed the liquor warms him up in a way no one else could.
“Did you really mean that stuff you said about my drawings?” He asked before taking a sip from his glass.
“It’s just ....been awhile since I’ve heard feedback is all.” He says.
“Hm…I’m glad you enjoyed what you have to say. I mean, who doesn’t like a compliment or two…plus I think it’s true.” You say as you look at him through half lidded eyes. The alcohol was starting to taste like bad decisions and butterflies.
He lets his eyes linger on you for a second more before tapping out.
You two are on the trip back home. He definitely shouldn’t be driving right now, but you were too drunk to make a fuss about it.
Clarke turned into the parking lot of the store and you lifted up your head from where it laid on the side of the door.
“Oh, we’re at the store.”
Clark looked at you and back at the store and sighed. “Sorry…I just went into autopilot. I forgot you were here honestly…”
You two sit there in silence for a few seconds. The smell of alcohol radiating off both your bodies and mixing creating a weird unseen fog in the car that smelled like bad decisions were going to be made.
The place is always creepy at night. It’s not supposed to be a home. There’s no cozy rooms or that warm atmosphere and soft yellow lights. No familiarity. Just a cold and lifeless furniture store.
“Why don’t I come inside to sober up before going home?”
“It’s already too late. At that point you might as well just stay overnight—“
“I don’t mind.” You say too quickly.
He looks you up and down and agrees to let you in reluctantly. It was already past twelve am.
Clark makes his way over to one of the showroom bedset he’s been calling home for months.
You shift awkwardly on your feet in one place. While it was just the store, at night it was his home.
“Don’t just stand there, you know what this is.”
“I know, it’s just…” You pause trying to find the right words.
“It’s just…weird being here again. The first time was an accident, but this time I got permission. That’s probably the only reason I’m here right now is because of that accident.”
“Yeah, because you just so happened to leave your bag and just couldn’t go a night without it.” He sat down on the bed with a dull thump sound.
“Yeah, I couldn’t! I thought it would’ve been okay to run up here and just grab. The last thing I was expecting to see is my boss camping out in the store.”
Clark ran his hands over his face and sighed. “Is this what you wanted? To see your boss at rock bottom?” He asks sarcastically.
“No…just a drink with you.”
You both dwell in silence. It seems to be a recurring thing with you two. The awkward silent moments. You wanted to change that. So you offered a solution to your own problem.
“How about we try that exercise you do with your therapist…the roleplay.”
“That bullshit? God I should’ve never told you about that…it’s stupid.”
“Come on! I can be your wife. Not Barbara. Not me. Just a wife. I think it could help especially when you do it with someone who always isn’t evaluating you. Just…for fun.” You suggest and you look down at him.
He thought about all the possible ways this could go left. Pretending to be your young employee’s husband was so wrong, yet….
The alcohol was making all the decisions. You were already there and that was the first bad decision. Might as well continue with them.
“…Okay. Why not. I’ve already made some bad decisions today, let’s keep the ball rolling.”
Your face radiated with heat and a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You didn’t think he’d actually say yes and now you were getting to play house with him.
“Awesome…Okay uhm…obviously I’m the ‘wife’ here and you my darling husband.”
He looks at you funny, but there’s a smile grazing his features.
You walk away from the bedset and come back knock on the invisible door.
“Knock, knock, knock! Can I come in?” You say and mine as if you were leaning on a door.
“Uh…yea, sure.” He says awkwardly
You open the invisible door and step closer to him. You can help but giggle at the act but the show must go on.
“Uhhhm…so, how was work?” You ask
You nod meekly and stare at him with big clouded eyes.
“You can be honest…” You move slowly to sit by him on the bed so as to not scare him.
“It was shit. Like yesterday and the day before that.”
You scoot closer beside him. Your bodies grazing each other.
He turns his head slightly to look at you. A mix of frustration, embarrassment and
“I’m stuck here. When I should be out there designing the next big thing. No one believes in my visions…”
“I do.” You say as you move your nervous and shaky hands to rest on his thighs and arm. Your nerves set on fire after coming in contact with him. The palm of your hands burning underneath the warmth of his skin. You shouldn’t be here emotionally supporting your boss way older than you while drunk, but you were and you weren’t going to question it anymore.
“What would you know? You’re just a…” His sentence falls short. He looks at you. You’re right by his side. Burning up under your gentle touch. When was the last time someone touched him like this? Like he was meant to be cared for.
Clark didn't think about his next actions.
He grabbed your jaw and pulled you straight in for a drunken kiss.
It took you by surprise. You thought you’d be the first to make the move.
It was a messy, drunken kiss.
Your teeth kept clashing against his as you tried your best to move in sync with him. Your drunken state doesn’t make it any better, but makes it feel so good.
The way he had a grip on your jaw and tilted your head and pulled it forward to mesh perfectly with his.
It was so hot, you were burning up underneath his touch.
Clark pulled away from the wet, messy kiss.
A string of spit still connected you two until the tension finally gave way breaking you two apart.
The air was filled with the sounds of you two panting. He was hovering over you, your legs intertwined and pelvises almost grinding against each other. You could feel the boner that was growing underneath his pants. Your face warmed up more than it already has.
He still held your face in his hands
“Tell me you want this.” Clark whispered into the crook of your neck.
That’s all the confirmation he needed. He sat up from his position on top of you and started shuffling out of his clothes with haste. You catch on and shuffle out of your top and kick off your shoes.
Your head is swimming in arousal. A heat so intense pooling in the out of your stomach.
You were reaching for your bottoms to take off when Clark swatted away your hands and pulled them down himself.
“Fuck…” He mumbles as he looks your body up and down.
It’s been awhile since he’s had someone under him. Someone younger than him at that.
Clark placed a heavy hand right below your navel and let it travel all the way up to your neck where he held you down at.
He takes his other hand and slides it between your legs pushing them open to give him more room and access to your body.
You let out a small little gasp at the feeling of cold air hitting your hole.
He leans forward and whispers in your ear, “You’re a siren trying to pull me underwater, but I’ll catch you before you can catch me.”
His thumb graces over the pulse on your neck and moves up to your bottom lip. He swipes his thumb over your bottom lip and inserts it onto the flat of your tongue.
“Bite.” Clark demands and you do as you’re told.
“You're so pliant, so easy, so naive…not a care in the world. How lucky it must be to be you.”
He circles two fingers around your hole. You’re already so wet and ready to accept him, he stuck his fingers in roughly. Easing in and out as he inches more and more of his fingers in you.
The burn from the stretch made you cry out. It hurt, but as he inched more of his fingers into you, the burn started to give way into something intoxicating.
You moaned off his thumb and bucked your hips up trying to chase more of that feeling. Clark moved his hand from your face and held you down by the stomach. You whined at the restriction and clawed at the cheap sheets underneath you.
“For fucks’ sake, stay still kid.”
Your hips involuntarily bucked up again when you heard him call you kid. He always called you kid and it was enduring. It always reminded you he was older, had more power over you. Every time you heard it those butterflies had to make themselves present.
Once you adjusted to his fingers, he added a third. The sheets under you, starting to soak from your fluid and sweat.
The little gasp and ahs were driving Clark up a wall until he couldn’t take it anymore. He removed his fingers from your entrance and you whined at the loss. Your walls clenching around nothing, but air desperate for the feeling to cling around something again.
“Quit whining and flip over. I don’t want you staring at me with those big eyes of yours.” He said and gestured for you to flip.
You didn’t know whether it was an insult or a compliment, but you do remember the time he complimented you on them, so you’ll settle for a compliment.
You flipped over onto your stomach and he nudged your thighs apart with his knee. You went the extra step to spread yourself even further and arch your back up a little, impatiently.
He stared at your back and ran his hands down from the out of your arms to your waist and felt over your butt dimples.
You let out a soft moan. The feeling of his hands on your body were rough, but tender. It felt good and made you tremble with anticipation.
You looked back and saw him give his cock a few pumps and let out a string of low moans and “fucks”.
You whip your head back in shock. Clark was big. You didn’t expect that. You thought with the stress and temper he had, it would be smaller than you thought.
Without warning, he pushed in.
You're glad he loosened you up earlier or you wouldn't have been able to take it at all.
You bite down on the pillow in front of you to muffle the embarrassing high pitch moans.
Clark braces himself on his hands by each side of your head. “Relax or I can’t do anything, kid.” He whispers and uses one of his hands to grab the back of your neck and up and down the nape of it in an effort to relax you.
That seemed to do the trick. Your body went from rigid and stiff to pliant and open allowing Clark to push is cock half way in in one fell swoop.
You saw stars in your vision after he pushed in and started to tremble. The sudden intrusion was different from his fingers. His dick was girthy and bigger than what you’ve ever taken. Thank god he took the time to do some prep or you would’ve been in a lot more pain.
He rolled his hips slowly giving a small shallow thrust. Not wanting to hurt you, but soon those cautious and small thrust with no power behind them turned into a harsh, fast and uneven plowing. The way he pulled out and pushed back in with enough force to rock you up on the bed’s headboard. Clark was rough. It should’ve been evident with the way he forced his fingers in you barely wet. It almost felt cruel, but you drank it up. He stretches out your tight hole and drinks up wet sounds that come with each thrust. It's warm and pulls him back in every time he pulls out. He liked it. It felt like you were desperately clinging to him each time he pulled out.
He bottoms out and yells out a moany fuck.
You feel so full. The way his cock takes up every inch in your tight hole. You were starting to turn into a real mess.
With each thrust it got rougher and faster the hand pinning you down by the neck held tighter until it felt like it was going to bruise until it was harsh.
“You've been waiting for this moment huh? The moment I grind into you like some dog. I know how you look at me. Don’t think those little glances and stares go unnoticed by me. I would never let them go unnoticed.”
You reach your trembling hand back to grab the hand that had a vice grip on your neck and dug your nails into his skin in an attempt to ground him.
“Cl..ah-Clark…!” His name come out broke and high pitched
The pain brought him back down from whatever high he was on.
He slowed his pace down significantly. It gave you a moment to have some sort of clarity even while faded.
His grip on the back of your neck loosens and he starts running his hand up and down your body to soothe any discomfort.
“I’m sorry…I’m…” He pants out and rests his forehead on the back of your head. You feel small wet tears drip down your neck.
It had been a long time since Clark had someone soft and warm under him. Someone as understanding as you. The intimacy of it all overwhelmed him. He couldn’t hold in those few lonely tears anymore.
The two of you lay there barely moving. The sound of soft sobs escape him. You lay there waiting and patient letting those frustrations seep out in the form of wet salty tears.
Then he starts to move again, this time his pace was steady and thrust deep, but not as rough. He started fucking you in earnest.
You time the roll of your hips with his thrust and crest a euphoric experience. His cock making you feel full and hitting your sensitive spots over and over again making you a mess of small gasps and moans that kept wailing up. You could feel yourself sucking him back in greedily every time he reeled back.
The sound of skin slapping together, heavy breathing and moans bounced off the walls of the empty store creating an echo effect. The store filled with the sounds of your ecstasy. It was the cherry on top of everything.
You feel the pit of your stomach get tighter and tighter like a spring. You claw at sheets and call out to Clark.
“Ah..I..I’m close! I think I’m close…Ah!” He knocks a moan out of you with one sharp thrust.
He laced his fingers through yours to ground you and piledrived into you. Your vision is starting to go blurry from the brutal pace and drool dripped down from your bottom lip onto the bed.
A pathetic man desparate for a fuck he didn’t know he needed could lay good pipe.
“Wa..wait! Ah fuck!” Your body seized up and toes curled as you came on his cock. He didn’t slow down though and continued his pace, grinding against your sensitive walls. Your moans turned into whines and your body trembled so fucked out you could barely move. His rhythm was getting sloppy, it could be any second he burst now.
“Oh fuck, I’m about to—!” Clark drove into you at the hilt and came in you with a low moan. His movements grew lazy and sloppy.
You panted and started to come down from this drunken ecstasy. It felt so good, not a thought about how this could affect your business real with your boss came across your mind. You were here in the moment with him. Lying on his bed under him felt good.
He pulled out his softening dick and you shuttered at the lost gaping around nothing and cringing at the cum dripping out of you.
“Gross…but worth it.” You thought to yourself.
Clark pulled you up by the chin and looked over your features. You were fucked out alright. Half lidded foggy eyes, messy hair, rosy cheeks, drool down your chin. It was hot seeing his young employee like this. It was all because of him you looked well taken care of.
He leaned in and planted a deep and soft kiss on your lips. It felt more intimate than anything he did. It felt weird, but not uncomfortable.
He pulled back from the kiss and collapsed beside you. He wasn’t going to think about what that soft kiss could mean to him or you or anything else you two just did. He wrapped an arm around your body and pulled you close. You smelt like a mix of him, yourself and liquor. It smelt like heaven to him and he nuzzled into your neck.
All this would be tomorrow’s problems to deal with. You just wanted to drift away into blissful sleep under the comfortable heat of Clark.
Authors note: I’m probably gonna beta and edit this later buuuut enjoy the raw for now hehe
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