𝓦𝖊'𝔯𝖊 𝔸 𝐹𝔯𝖊ɑ𝚔𝓼һօ𝑤

I thought of a prompt but it’s kinda underdeveloped, it included a drunken scene between the reader and Clark possibly leading to something more saucy X3c

It’s okay if not taken into consideration it’s still a pleasure seeing your work! :D

"Just one more sip, baby, please?"

Pairing: Clark x Fem! Employee! Reader

Warnings: Consuming alcohol, dry humping, power imbalance(?) (he's ur boss), pet names (baby), implied sub!clark/dom!reader lol

Word count: 891

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Your boss was a bit of an odd one. Not that he was outwardly creepy or anything, but he carried this vibe with him that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Despite this, you agreed to work a closing shift for him. This meant that by the time your shift was over, it was already dark outside. It didn't bother you, though; you'd walk quickly with your key between your knuckles even if the area was 'safe'.

However, when you're about to head out for the night, you find Clark sitting on one of the display beds, nursing a bottle of whiskey.

"Shit," he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "I thought you were gone already."

"No, I was just about to leave." You shift your weight from one foot to the other.

Clark looks you up and down, "Don't tell Kat about this, okay?"

You nod your head, but withhold the information that you and Kat were already smelling the alcohol on his breath during the day. The two of you stare awkwardly at each other for a long moment before he clears his throat.

"Do you want a drink?" he holds the bottle of whiskey up towards you.

Drinking with your boss was like the number one thing of things not to do with your boss, right? That and fucking your boss, which usually happens after you're done drinking with your boss.

Oh, fuck it.

"Sure," you shrug as if it's no big deal. Clark hands you the bottle, watching as you take a swig. The first gulp burns going down, but the second warms your stomach.

"Sorry, I don't have any glasses," he chuckles in that middle-aged man way. "I didn't expect to share, but I promise I don't have any infections."

"I don't really give a shit," you sit down beside him on the display bed.

One sip turns into two sips, and eventually you've finished off the whole bottle of whiskey together. Now you're both drunk, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder and talking about life.

"Did you ever try dating again after the divorce?" you question curiously.

"Nah," Clark admits, "I have this fucking place to run, I don't have time for that shit."

"Whatever, dating fucking blows anyway," you huff, leaning against his shoulder.

He looks down at you, "You're getting drunk with your boss; probably nobody knows how to handle a girl like you."

"Would you?" you ask without thinking, because that's what being drunk does to you.

Clark blinks, looking visibly stunned as he processes your words through the whiskey-induced haze. "As your boss, I don't think I can answer that question."

"Just answer as Clark," you brush your fingers along his arm, "Would you be able to handle a girl like me?"

He swallows the lump in his throat. "I want to. God, I want to."

You wrap your hand around his wrist and direct his arm around your waist. "Do you want to learn?"

"Yeah," he squeezes your hip, "I want to learn every inch of you."

You maneuver your legs over his thighs carefully, as gracefully as you can manage while drunk, so you're straddling him. "Go ahead," you whisper in his ear, "Explore me."

Clark wastes no time smashing his lips onto yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. It's like he's been starving for you, waiting for your hands to grace his skin. And you do; your hands grasp the back of his neck like an anchor.

His large hands cup your ass, bringing you down onto his growing bulge. "This is so wrong," he mumbles in between kisses, but he can't help but grind his hips into yours.

"Don't think about what's wrong if it feels right," you respond in a whisper.

"Yeah," he huffs, lips trailing down your jaw. "This feels right. You feel so right, baby."

You continue to grind against each other with blind desperation. Clark doesn't reach to take off your clothes, so neither do you. Everything else turns into a blur, and you can only focus on the friction between your clothes.

Moans pass between the two of you, through kisses and grabbing at each other for support. Clark presses his forehead against yours, the thrust of his hips becoming more frantic.

"I'm close, baby, please," he groans against your neck.

"Okay," you hum, "Cum for me."

Without any other command, Clark's breath hitches. His hips are still, though his bulge is pressed firmly against the outline of your pussy. His body stiffens before he lets out a long, drawn-out moan. You can feel the way his cock twitches with release beneath you, a damp patch forming with cum.

Clark collapses back onto the bed, his arms falling limply beside him. He's panting, sweat slick on his brow. He looks up at you not only with lust, but with satisfaction.

You smile with a slight tilt to your head, still straddling him. You lift your hips up slightly, just enough to fit your hand in between your bodies.

"Can you give me one more?" you ask, teasing the wet spot with your finger. His cock gives a delightful twitch as Clark gasps, sensitive but still eager.

"I'll give you anything you fucking want, baby," he answers.

"Good," you smirk before attacking him with your lips once more.

Star's notes -> Oh, don't you just love pathetic men? I do.

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!)

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