corrupted! perv! clark kent and sheltered! reader
corrupted perv! clark whose eyes widened with sheer joy when you were introduced as a new hire at the daily planet. you were just so cute with your skirts and your glasses that fell down the slope of your nose as you typed away on your computer.
corrupted perv! clark who went home the same night you came to work for the first time with at least 30 pictures of you in your cubicle, the way you sat, the way your fingers typed along on the keyboard, how you pursed your lips together while focused — he was already obsessed.
sheltered! you who has never had a boyfriend, never allowed to have one. you’d always long for a relationship as you watched your friends prance around with boys on their arms, and you were always at home. . . doing absolutely nothing.
corrupted perv! clark who came to your desk one day, asking you to come with him to the printer closet, something about the door locking if their isn’t a second person holding the door open. you followed behind him, your hands clasped in front of you as you tried to peer over his broad shoulders.
sheltered! you who held the door open for clark as the printer spat out papers, you could only catch a glimpse of the pictures, but you were sure your eyes were deceiving you. clark wouldn’t possibly print out pictures of you at work, right?
corrupted perv! clark who talked jimmy’s ear off about you. how kind you were and how you giggled at his jokes. jimmy just rolled his eyes and insisted that you were just being nice — and that little quip did nothing but fuel clark’s endeavor to make you his. even if that means breaking into your house the following night.
sheltered! you who gasped and could only scurry into your closet as you heard large footsteps trail along in your house, opening and closing doors as you shuttered in the corner of the small space.
corrupted perv! clark who was throughly disappointed when your bedroom was empty. shoulders falling flat and a whine leaving his lips. he sighed as he padded into your room, laying onto your bed — taking in your scent as he felt his dick only growing harder in his pants.
corrupted perv! clark who decided he had to leave just in time before you supposedly came home, leaving the bouquet of flowers he brought you on your bed — along with a letter of his love. .not signed by him of course.
sheltered! you who crawled out the closet as soon as you were sure he was gone, and your eyes lit up at the sight of your flowers and love letter. you have someone interested in you! you smile and jump around, oblivious to the fact that clark also planted a camera in your room — right above your tv that was facing your bed — but you’ll never know that.
corrupted perv! clark who had to jerk off in the bathroom the next day when you bring his your flowers into work in a vase, sitting it so pretty on your desk. when people came to ask you where you got those from, you would only smile and shake your head bashfully.
corrupted perv! clark who was surely making his way into your heart — one tainted method at a time.