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Down Bad

Pairing: Clark Kent x Maud Parch, ft. Jimmy Word Count: 315 Audience: Mature Synopsis: Maud shows Clark just how much she wants him. A/N: June 2nd submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt I Wanna Be Bad by Willa Ford. Lyrics in bold. Clark/Maud art by @/glacierclear A/N ii: This pairing/character is NOT MINE! Maud belongs to the amazingly talented @glacierclear and I couldn't wait to write a little piece for these two. I adore their art so much. Go check it out! Check out the author's note at the end of the fic for the NSFW Clark art this fic is based on. I hope I did Maud justice! Event Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3

Clark settles in at his desk and opens his laptop. A yellow sticky note greets him featuring a drawing of a duck winking with the caption Good Luck! -M

He is "interviewing" Superman for the first time today and mentioned to his colleague turned friend, Maud, that his nerves were high. The duck is clearly drawn in her style. He folds the note and pockets it with a smile.

Clark and Maud met a few weeks back at the vending machine. Her candy bar got stuck and he helped her retrieve it.

"You nervous?" Jimmy asks, sidling up to his desk. "I hope he's not a narcissist."

Clark furrows his brow. "What makes you think he's a narcissist?"

"The guy might have a savior complex. Plus his hair is always perfectly coiffed. He could be self obsessed."

"There's nothing wrong with a tidy hairdo," Clark retorts. "I'm anticipating a lively, kind young man."

"Clark, ever the optimist," Jimmy laughs, playfully punching his arm before lowering his voice to ask, "Hey, have you asked Maud out yet?"

"No, not yet. I don't want things to be weird between us if she doesn't like me like that."

"Oh, I think she likes you. Ask her."

A month and a few dates later, an instant message pops up on Clark's computer at work: I'm about to break the rules. Conference room C. Now.

He clears his throat and shuts his laptop before rushing upstairs.

The conference room is dark, but the door is cracked open. Clark easily slips inside.

"I've got things on my mind I never thought I would," Maud whispers from inside the room.

"Maud," Clark whispers. "We could get caught."

"So? Be quiet, big guy."

That's how Clark ends up with the tails of his dress shirt clenched between his teeth and Maud bent over the conference room table.

"So bad," he moans in pleasure.

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A/N iii: NSFW Clark fanart by @/glacierclear

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drippin like a faucet

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old navy hates to see her coming

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i sent you my Finger please respond.

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my little metropolis ... 💭

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now that im single i can fully hallucinate a romantic relationship with clark kent 😍 its gonna get so much worse!

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fit check.