Latch - Disclosure & Sam Smith
wc: 2,725
cw: 18+ mdni!!, smut, teasing, pet names, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms (receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, missionary, no use of y/n
a/n: I may have gotten bored at the end but like ignore that and read it!!! I 100 percent need more practice writing and formatting but bare with me yall!!!
Of course this night was different. Very different. Clark could handle a lot, truly. He was Superman after all. He was used to waiting patiently, acting selflessly time and time again but teasing was something different. The constant push and pull between the two of them. He’d never meant for this to happen, Clark Kent was simply meant to be his crutch. A character he played for appearances but in front of her he found it hard to keep the act up. He’d read his chart over and over again. Elevated heartbeats, shortness of breath, a weight in his chest, cold sweats.
All symptoms of a heart attack.
When did he become such a horndog? You were his secretary for crying out loud.
Three raps in a rhythmic fashion interrupted his thoughts, his tail practically wagging at the promise of your presence. His invitation left his lips in a cough as he planted himself in his desk chair in a desperate attempt to ground himself as he heard the knob turn.
He was antsy and it was so very obvious to seemingly everyone but him. Right leg bouncing underneath the desk in a rhythm that matched your steps as a hand laid idly over his keyboard, the blue light of his computer illuminating the planes of his face.
“As promised. Two creams n’ two sugars, just how you like it.”
The ceramic base of his mug fell silently on top of his coaster. His eyes gave your figure a once over, your soft fingertips meeting the polished wood as you leaned forward against the desk. Your hip resting ever so slightly on the edge as you watched his computer screen.
“Look at us, done with time to spare.”
“Yeah, how often does that happen?”
His words were punctuated by a soft chuckle slipping from your lips. Your eyes slipped shut just for a moment. The corners of your lips curling up as a dimple appeared on the right side of your cheek. You laughed without a care in the world, so much so it made him a bit jealous.
“Cut yourself some slack Mr. Kent, you're not always to blame.”
Tell him about it. Always teasing him with soft brushes of your palm against his bicep. Silent breaths through parted lips he couldn't help but stare at. The steady beats of your heart filling his ears. Blood flowing through your veins. How was he meant to get any work done with you around?
“Holding yourself accountable? That's new…”
“We can’t all be perfect.”
“You can.”
It wasn't a question, but a statement. A declaration. Your breath hitched, stalling itself in your lungs as your eyes found his. He could hear it. Feel the tension that he’d helped build. Your body shifted against the desk as he stood, oxfords sliding against the smooth tile as he pushed up his glasses. His fingers twitched against his desk, the joints in his index finger flexing as he brushed against yours. Much to his surprise you didn’t shift away.
“I’m not just saying that.”
“I know.”
“You don’t.”
His fingers curled into a fist against the desk, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. He knew for sure he had to be breaking a multitude of rules just by standing there. Greedily taking in your form as you watched him with cautious confusion, which in your defense was more than warranted. He’d never sounded so desperate. Speaking in quick succession as if the very words he spoke breathed life into him. He couldn't hide it from her any longer but he'd known that from the very beginning. You were much too observant. Harping on every word he said with quiet care as if it was more than an office job but your duty.
“What are yo-”
“Im in love with you.”
He paused, not to give your time to respond but to watch the way your face changed. Lips parting in surprise as they formed a small “o”. He wasn’t exactly sure what it meant at that moment. Surprise. Delightful surprise. Complete and utter shock. Confusion. Disgust.
“I know, well I don't…I don't know what you're gonna say but just hear me out. I'm in love with you and I guess I have been for some time. Weeks, maybe months? I completely understand if.. If you choose to quit or…report me. I'm sorry, you don't deserve this. Im so-”
Before he could ramble any longer your plush lips met his knees digging into his mousepad as you threw your arms over his shoulders.
His reaction practically being immediate as a needy whimper left him, his calloused hands finding your hips. They tightened in their grip on you as he pulled you closer. Aiding in the brief awkward tangle of limbs as you unfolded your knees from under you. His lips never leave yours for a second. A hand moved to rest at your lower back as he situated himself in between your thighs, his belt buckle providing a cool sensation against your skin that did little to calm the heat between them.
“Fuck,” you whisper against his lips.
A groan rips from your throat as his hips buck up against yours, pressing your body back into the desk ever so slightly.
“Is this okay? We can stop or-”
“Don’t.
It's a command, one Clark happily obeys as he presses his lips to your neck. Shaky hands guiding you to lay flat against the desk. His lips wander, alternating between gentle nips and wet kisses as he makes his way to your collarbone. Very careful to leave no marks. A steady but heavy hand presses your hips back against the desk when you arch up against him, breathily moaning slipping from your lips with each press of his. A dangerous heat building between the two of you as his teeth caught the first button of your blouse.
His eyes fluttered open as his gaze meant yours. A silent question that you answered with the press of your hands in his head. Fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed his face into your clothed sternum. His warm breath met your bare skin as he popped each button open, his lips meeting your navel. His hands found the underwire of your lacy bra. His thumbs brushing against the lace that laid neatly right under your breasts as he mouthed at your stomach, clearly entertained by the way your body squirmed against his face.
“Clark, quit teasing.”
“I'm not… im…I'm being thorough, I wanna take my time.”
He gives you that dorky smile he always does when he knows he's on thin ice, a canine catching itself on his bottom lip. Just to spite him you press the sole of your heel against his clothed cock. A whimper much too high-pitched for a man of his stature as his hips rut gently against your foot. Still he persisted, his big hands pawing at your breasts as his breath ghosted the waistband of your skirt.
“You sure that’s what you wanna do?”
“Positive,” his words are punctuated by the drag of his thumbs against the straps of your bra.
Painfully slow he pulled them down, lips pressing against your skirts waistband as his fingers wormed their way underneath you. Unhooking the strap in an ungraceful manner as he pushed the mess of fabric, lace and wire far away from your chest. A hiss slipping from your lips as your nipples pebbled, the cold air met your bare skin. He didn't bother to wait, thumbs eagerly toying with sensitive nubs as he mouthed at your waistband. You desperately called out his name as your fingers tightened in his hair, squirming as you pushed his head down toward the apex of your thighs.
For once in his life he seemed to take the hint. His hands giving your breasts a well deserved break as he pulled down your skirt, a hand lingering on your hip as he thumbed at the delicate lace that clothed your cunt. The white lace was slightly darkened in shade, your slick shimmering in the warm lamplight.
He was practically drooling.
“Can I-”
“Please,” you didn't bother giving him a chance to speak any longer than he needed to. You slender fingers wrapping around his wrist as you tugged at your panties.
Your panties and skirt met the same fate as your bra, discarded elsewhere without so much as a second glance. Your finger tangled in his hair once more as he pressed his face against your inner thigh. His lips meeting your soft and supple skin, gentle kitten licks following. He makes a show of slobbering over your inner thighs, hands hooking themselves underneath your knees as he took in your sweet scent. Watching hungrily as the growing wetness coated the junction between thigh and pelvis. As he lowered his head further his breath fanned out over your cunt, hips jumping as he folded your legs up further. Throwing them over his shoulders as his nose nudged your clit. Before you could complain anymore his tongue flattened out against you. Licking up the mess that had gathered at your lips before he began feasting. Eagerly lapping at your cunt as he groaned into you. The vibrations sent shivers up your spine as your toes curled. You tried your best to get used to the sensation, breathing and moaning your way through it. This is until he brought a hand down to spread your lips, his tongue worming its way further into your mound.
“Oh fuck, Clark-” your thighs clamped down almost immediately around his head, muffling the world around him. More importantly your sounds.
“Hey, quit it.” he whined, “Wanna hear you, pretty girl.”
The words were mumbled against your cunt and sounded much closer to gibberish than anything meaningful, but that of course didn't stop him. He simply pressed your knees to your chest. Spreading you out much wider than before as you cried out his name for what felt like the millionth time that night. Lips closing around your clit as he suckled gently, earning himself a sharp tug as you pressed his face further into your cunt. Hips shifting desperately against his face as you chase your release. Naturally he was more than happy to let you use his face, flattening his tongue against you as you rutted against his face like that of a bunny in heat. His nose once again bumping up against your clit.
“God, oh my god…I think…gonna..Clark.”
His name slipped from your lips incessantly as a pressure built in your lower abdomen. Hips twitching and squirming against him as he pressed your knees firmly to your chest. Before he could even ask for it a warm gush flooded his mouth. Clark lapped at your cum, hungrily drinking the fruits of his labor as his hands ran up and down the underside of your thighs. Guiding you through your orgasm before he pulled away. Licking his lips as he wiped his dripping chin with the back of his hand. Lids heavy as he looked at you through his lashes.
“So sweet…such a good girl, think you can give me one more?”
His thumb tugged at his belt buckle, unsure but clearly desperate by the clear protrusion in his slacks. The bottom of your foot pressed against his groin once again before giving him a half-assed nod, lids just as heavy as his own. In a bit of a hurry he clumsily unfastened his belt, the sound of his zipper opening seemed to echo off the walls as he hooked his thumbs in both the waistband of his slacks and boxers. He pulled them both down in one fell swoop, the fabric pooling at his ankles as his cock sprung out against his abdomen. Your eyes drifted down almost immediately.
“It’ll fit. Don't worry, pretty girl.” He punctuated his words with a firm pat against your flank.
His thick fingers wrapped around his shaft, twisting his wrist as he glided his hand up and down his cock. Smearing pre-cum from his tip down to the base of his shaft while the other reached for the handle of his desk drawer.
“Don’t.” Your voice interrupted his motions, his hand stalling in slight surprise which did little to hide his clear excitement.
“What? But what if-”
“Yeah I know.”
“So…” he gave you a questioning look, the gears turning in his head as his lips parted around the words he wanted to say.
“The pill. I'm on the pill, Clark.” Your hand cupping his cheek as you pulled him downward, lips pressing gently against his.
“Knew that.” he mumbled against your lips before his tongue slipped in between your lips. A hand sliding behind your head to press you further into the kiss as his tongue tangled with your own, his tip pressing against your entrance. A mixture of pre-cum and your own slick lubing him up as he groaned into your mouth unabashedly. His thighs pressed into the edge of the desk as he slid himself in between your folds trying to will away an early release, knowing he wouldn't know how to control himself once he was truly inside you. Slowly he guided your legs to wrap around his waist, ankles crossing behind his back as his tip caught your entrance. Gradually he pressed into you. Hands running up and down your sides to calm you with each twitch as he slowly fed you each inch of him.
“Attagirl ....look at you, it wasn't so hard was it?” A sorry attempt at lightening the tension he felt in his gut.
You answered with muffled mewls against his neck, arms pulling him into you. His eyes screw shut as he bottoms out inside you, balls pressed tightly against your ass.
Slowly he pulls his hips back until just the tip of him remains, right before pressing right back in. He took a moment to let you get used to the steady pace, happily listening to your moans and whimpers as your breath fanned over his ear. His pace sped up but his thrusts stayed steady and deep, careful and considerate as his hands found your hips once more. Clark tried to be gentle; he truly did know the possible repercussions but you made it so hard. High pitched whines slipping from tightly you had your face pressed to his neck. Moans mixed with desperate calls of his names over and over again. He couldn't help how he began to rut into you. Hands pressing your hips firmly against the desk.
“Im sorry, so sorry. You'll forgive me right? I’ll make it up to you, don't worry.”
His hand snaked down to rest in between you two, his thumb toying with your clit as he continued to thrust into you with reckless abandon.
His anxious rambling and baseless worries were met with nothing but incoherent cries as your arms tightened around his neck, walls fluttering and clamping down around him which only encouraged him. His thumb circled around your clit in tight circles, punctuating each thrust as his thighs clenched. He could feel a familiar heat building in his groin. Hot and pulsing with each thrust as his pace quickened. Thankfully you didn't seem too far behind, thighs clenching around his waist as your moans became louder. Bouncing off the walls, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“So close, you too right. Let's cum together. You can do that right, pretty girl?”
His rambling only seemed to get worse as his orgasm approached, his thumb teasing your clit incessantly as his balls slapped against your ass with each thrust. His tip bullying your sweet spot.
“Clark, Clark… please….please..”
“I got you, I'm right there with you.”
Your vision seemed to white out, thighs and arms tightening their hold around him as your orgasm washed over you. He followed not far behind. Grinding his cock into you as warm ropes of his cum painted your inner walls white. His name slipped from your lips once more as he pressed his weight down into you.
Your shared heavy breaths filled the room now silent as you both came down from your high, that is until his voice rudely interrupted.
“Do you think it’s too soon to get married?”
(ALL CREDIT TO @saradika-graphics FOR THEIR BEAUTIFUL GRAPHICS) once again.
As much as i love series i will infact stay away from writing them unless there alot shorter cuz this was a pain in the booty, EXPECT DRABBLES FROM ME SOON!!! Please give me chracter reqs
