Work - Clark Kent x editor!reader Part 1!
cw: lots of fluff, illness, fem!reader, smut, pinv, fingering f!receiving.
not well proofread so if you see anything glaringly obvious and super bad please tell me
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You sit at your desk, one leg over the other as your heel taps the floor with soft clicks in that familiar pattern. You’re slowly editing an article, chewing the end of your favourite red pen in between mildly scathing annotations and occasionally looking up words that you’re certain ‘don’t look right’.
A large hand sets down a large coffee on your desk, his other hand resting on the back of your spinning desk chair. You swivel slightly, head tilted up to look into the eyes of Clark Kent, the only other person on your desk clump after Perry insisted on ‘shaking up’ the bullpen layout.
“Thank you so much, I needed this so bad” You take your first sip of coffee, eyes closed and humming in appreciation as the warm earthy liquid warms down your chest.
“I can tell, and i could practically hear you huffing and puffing from my apartment.” Clark chuckles, looking down at you, noting the small release of tension in your jaw. Jimmy coughs loudly as he heard you and Clark talking, but he sees the ‘don’t say anything superman-related’ look in Clark’s usually soft eyes.
“Clark, are you sure people here haven’t got blind monkeys typing for them?”
“I haven’t seen any, why?”
“No-one is literate. Why are we in a professional newspaper and people don’t know the difference between effect and affect.” You lean forward, letting your head rest against his hard abdomen, his shirt untucking from his pants due to the change in tension as you do so. Your face is closer to his pants than you were aiming to be, and you look down at the bulge that’s still impressive soft. Clark hears your heart rate pick up slightly and rubs the back of your neck. You let out a sigh, but not the annoyed, ‘no one does their job properly’ sigh. Instead the much rarer, relaxed, ‘this hits the spot’ sigh.
“No worries.” He looks down again as you pull off of him, “I’m just trying to butter you up because i know my last article needs editing.”
You lift your eyebrows flirtatiously as he mentions ‘buttering you up,’ “I don’t mind being buttered up… as long as you haven’t used the wrong ‘there’ again. I’m thinking of having a meeting about that.”
“A meeting about ‘there’?” He raises an eyebrow, chuckling at you.
“It’s important! Whatever, I’m gonna go pee.” You stand up, wiggling your fingers to try and reduce the stiffness from typing for the last couple of hours - and I guess your whole career. You put your glasses on the desk and take another long sip of your coffee. You tap Clark on the chest and he steps back enough for you to get past him. He watches as you walk away, eyes darting to the way your hips sway as you walk. You turn to go down another corridor and shoot him a flirty wink after his eyes struggle to find your face. If you knew he was superman, you might be more concerned about his x-ray vision and whether he can see your thong… or worse.
Clark sits down at his desk to work on his new article, a piece on the Metropolis Jets’ recent win, and maybe to hide the minor tenting in his pants. Jimmy rolls his chair close to Clark as Lois and Cat lean in to listen to their conversation.
“What’s going on with you two?” Jimmy begins his interrogation.
“Nothing’s ’going on’, we’re just friends!”, Clark defends the two of you, his ears going red.
“Is that why you couldn’t drag your eyes away from her ass when she was leaving the room?” Cat chimes in, and Clark stutters a desperate defence.
“I- We’re- I wasn’t staring-“
“When are you gonna fuck, Smallville?” Lois asks and Clark actually chokes on his coffee, sputtering and hitting his own chest to try and help. You walk over, a lot more concerned than the others.
“You okay, Clarkie?” Your brows furrow and you pat his back. He nods.
“If I die, blame Lois.” He manages to get out and you laugh, looking over at Lois. She rolls her eyes at him.
“He’s dramatic, I didn’t make him choke, I was just talking to him.”
“He’s always dramatic, what did you say?”
“I just asked when you two were gonna hook up, since you’re so flirty.” You laugh again when she says this, and to Clark it sounded beautifully soft like the wind charms out of the front of the old Kent farm.
“How do you know we’re not?” You tease, “Maybe we’re just fucking allll the time.” Clark has finally stopped choking but he’s still just processing everything, his face turning red at the idea of a ‘friends with benefits’ situation.
“We aren’t hooking up,” you confirm, “We’re just friendly, flirting is just like teasing. Besides, I thought you knew I was dating around at the moment” They all nod in recognition and go back to their tasks, but Clark feels that familiar green eyed monster rearing its ugly head as you mention dating. He watches you sit down and put your glasses back on, and reach your hand over the divider between your desks to squeeze his.
A couple days of editing essentially four of the same articles you get fed up of writing and you decide you’re gonna talk to Perry about the quality of some of the articles you’ve been getting. You push yourself up with the arms of your chair, and stand up, starting in the direction of the stairs that take you up a floor to Perry’s office. But as you stand up, you feel like you’ve been shaken up like a snow globe. You reach out for your desk to stabilise yourself, but your hand falls short. You blink and your vision fills with weird flashing lights, and you can see the blurry outline of the desks and people around you.
“Clark-“ you manage to get out in a last ditch effort to get help before your legs give out and you start to fall.
Clark manages to get to you in what seems like a split second, crouching down as your body hits the floor. His hands wrap around you before your head has the chance to hit the floor. Everyone on the desks closest to you shoot up, but compared to how fast Clark is, it’s like they’re moving in slow motion.
“Hey! Can you see me, I’m here, its Clark, wake up okay?”. You open your eyes and everything looks like your watching it through a camera with oil on the lens.
“Clarkie?” you manage to say, the word feeling like they’re all twisted up as they leave your lips.
“Yeah honey, it’s Clark” He lifts up your head a bit more, making sure he doesn’t pull your hair as he moved to support your head. By now a small crowd has gathered around you.
“Does anyone know first aid?” Lois calls into the small crowd as Cat presses her ringing phone to her ear, ready to talk to the 911 operator. Someone steps over as Clark talks to you, fingering your wrist to feel for a pulse.
“Clark? what’s going on?” you reach up to touch his face, squirming a little.
“Its okay honey, you passed out so we’re just making sure you’re okay.”, he explains slowly, moving to hold down the wrist that they’re taking a pulse from. You giggle as he does that.
“What are you giggling about huh?” He asks, trying to keep things normal for you, instead of revealing how worried he is about you.
“You’re funny, holding my hand down is very… kinky.” A couple people around you snort with amusement, and Clark’s face goes red.
“No talking now, okay?” he says, pretending its for some important medical reason, but really its because he can’t trust you to filter yourself in this state. Perry comes in from his office and some paramedics from Metropolis General come in through the main doors. The crowd parts for the paramedics and Clark tells them about you as Lois explains the situation to Perry.
Metropolis General Hospital.
“Okay, so all your vitals look okay. You should be fine to leave, but i’ll have a doctor come in to sign you out.” The nurse tells you as you lie in the hospital bed, Clark on the uncomfortable-looking chair next to you.
“Why did she pass out?” He asks, leaning forward to show her his attention.
“It seems like a mix of low blood pressure, not eating a lot, a lot of caffeine, perhaps sleep deprivation as well. essentially it was just the perfect storm.” She explains as you nod along.
“That makes sense, i’ll have to keep a better eye on her.” He says, looking back at you.
“Clarkie, do we have to go back to work?” You ask as he helps you walk to a cab. Clark looks at you in surprise.
“No honey, we’re not going back to work, of course not.” He explains softly, treating you with kid gloves since you’re still a bit groggy.
“Where are we going then?” You look up at him, eyes wide like a baby deer as he helps you into the backseat. Clark gives the taxi driver your address.
“We’re going to your apartment honey, gotta make sure you’re okay.”
You walk into your apartment. Clark has imagined your apartment many times but nothing compared to the real thing. Its warm and cosy and so uniquely you.
“Clarkie, lets go to bed.” You tug his hand. You walk towards your bedroom, stripping off as you go. Clark fixes his eyes on the ceiling and follows you. You pull on a tank top and some underwear.
“Did you bring your jammies, Clark?” You turn to him, laughing as you see him looking at the ceiling.
“No pajamas honey, I can go get some-“
“Its okay, you can just wear one of my big tops, and your boxers.” You reach into your drawer and pull out an oversized shirt, that seemed to fit Clark perfectly. You get into bed, beckoning over Clark.
“I’m cold Clarkie, get into bed!”. Clark is easily convinced, and gets into the other side of your bed. You settle on his chest, the exhaustion of the day catching up to him. You slowly drift off as he strokes your hair. While you’re dead to the world, he gets a call from Lois.
“She’s good, we’re out of the hospital, she’s asleep, it’s been a long day for her.”
“That’s good”. Their conversation is interrupted as you stir for a moment. You stretch against him.
“Mmm Clarkie, you wiggle when you talk.” You whine.
“Sorry honey, go back to sleep, okay?” He tells you. You let out a grumpy murmur and settle back down.
“Clark, where are you?” Lois cuts in over the phone.
“At her apartment?” He replies, becoming slightly elusive.
“Where in her apartment?”
He hears her scream out ‘They’re in bed together!’ over the phone, presumably to Jimmy and Cat, or someone else who is just as interested in your relationship.
“Well i’ll let you two get back to it” she says, her voice filled with sexual innuendo and he can practically hear her eyebrows raise. She hangs up and he’s left looking down at your sleep-filled face.
You wake up around midnight, having slept past dinner time, your body almost fully on top of Clark’s, face pressed against his neck, his hands all over your body. His breath is warm on your ear and you can feel his heart beating under you. He stirs as if he has some sixth sense, looking up at your face.
“Hi Clarkie.” you lift your head as he moves to plant a kiss on your forehead, your change in position causing his lips to meet yours, and you look at each other in shock as you slowly pull away. He sits up slightly so you’re not straining yourself to look at him.
“Well that was…” You say, trying to play your feels off casually.
“Yeah, it was…” He nods, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips to your eyes again. one hand moving from your waist to your jaw and you lean in. This time the kiss was deliberate. Your mouths slowly work in a familiar rhythm together. You shift in his arms so your legs straddle his hips, slightly grinding on him. Clark groans into your mouth, already hardening.
“Do i get you that worked up, Clarkie?”, you tease, guiding the hand on your jaw to your boobs. Clark’s breath stutters, but he recovers soon enough and palms your boob. Clarks other hand moves from your hip to the top of your underwear, teasing his fingers into the seamless thong you’re wearing.
“Is- is this okay?” He asks nervously, and you look into his gentle eyes.
“Of course its okay, I want you to touch me, Clarkie.” You practically plead. Clark doesn’t wait, lips back on yours. His hand is under your underwear, his index finger feels the slick wetness between your legs, and he uses his now-wet finger to rub your clit. You moan into his mouth, fingers curling into his hair.
“Fuck, oh yeah Clark.” you whimper into his mouth, and he takes that as a sign to ease his index finger into you.
“You’re so wet, did you get this turned on just for me?” he teases you now, the roles reversed as his first finger slides in and out of you, making obscenely wet noises. You can only nod, letting out soft, quiet moans into his shoulder. He starts to ease in a second finger, both of them curling perfectly into that spot that makes your legs shake.
“Clark, i want your- cock” you manage to get out between moans, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.
“I know honey, but I need you to take another finger first, or you can’t fit me.” He groans as you clench around his fingers, his thumb starting to rub your clit.
“Pretty size confident, huh Clark?”
“It’s true honey, do you think you can take a third, cmon baby, one more.” You nod, your eyes half-lidded with pleasure, as he stretches out your tight cunt, adding a third finger that makes you tear up in mild pain. He keeps finger fucking you as you strip off your top. He groans as your breasts are freed, leaning down to plant kisses to them, watching how your eyes close as he licks your nipple.
“Clark- fuck… oh I’m gonna come Clarkie, you’re gonna make me come!” Your breath becomes erratic, your hips stuttering from their usual rhythm. Clark keeps rubbing your clit as that particular pressure coils in your stomach, your body moving as you reach the edge.
“Fuck honey, let go for me baby” he says, watching you come, your eyes closing, more wetness leaking onto his fingers, your walls clenching on his fingers as you come, letting out pornographic moans that have his achingly hard cock dripping with pre-cum.
He pulls his fingers off you, licking them as you slump against him.
“Do you think you’re ready for me now?” He asks as you nod tiredly, but start to enthusiastically strip him. As soon as his boxers are off his big, hard cock springs up against his stomach, and you can’t do much but stare at it. You let him lift you up, his tip teasing your soaking entrance and your hands moving to his shoulders.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Easing you down onto his fat dick, watching your eyes widen as your cunt stretches to fit him. When he finally bottoms out in you, you lift up slightly and drop back down, watching the pleasure fill his face as you gain some energy back after your orgasm. You ride him energetically, skin slapping on skin, his cock making you tear up as his balls slap your ass. He watches the mesmerising movement of your boobs as they move in time with your riding. His hips thrust up to meet you as you settle into a comfortable rhythm. The noises you both make are enough for a noise complaint, but neither of you care. Your only care is making the other one come. Bodies press against bodies as the pressure rises, both of you getting messier with your movements. Clark seems determined to make you come first. He sucks on your breasts as rubs your clit, and you feel that familiar feeling rising in your stomach, like you’re going to come but slightly different. It feels good and you chase that feeling. The pressure builds in you both until it becomes obvious you’re about to come.
“Come for me, honey.” Clark begs, and as his cock slams into that perfect spot inside you. you obey. Warm squirt sprays his abdomen as your legs shake and you moan, pulling his hair hard as you come all over him. At the sight of you very clearly coming, he groans. His cock twitches inside you, spurting warm ropes of white come inside you.
“I’ve… never done- I’m sorry.” You ramble out, and he lifts your face to look in your eyes.
“Don’t apologise honey, that was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
You shower off together and vow not to tell anyone at work. You order some food into the apartment and lie with your legs stretched over him. You watch a film and stuff your faces, before passing out curled into him. He leaves early the next morning to get ready for work, and at work you sneak flirty glances at each other, and even have a couple secret kisses in the copy room.
Thank you so much for reading!
