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[chiasfeu]

hii im trying to get into writing again so send me requests, it doesn't just have to be clark! this is super short unfort but ill try to write more next time!!

NEIGHBORS - clark kent x reader

Ever since Clark had so chivalrously kept the door open for you as you rushed into your new apartment building, he had been unable to get you off his mind. Remembering the sweet smelling floral perfume that engulfed his senses when you got closer, your smile almost as sweet as your perfume. He found himself watching you at times, taking notice of your kindness. You regularly baked banana bread for the elderly couple next door, always held the elevator door open, smiled to everyone at the lobby. He'd always over-hear your neighbors calling you, "just such a sweet girl."

Which is why he felt so guilty. He struggles to meet your gaze, your sweet sweet smile reminding him of all the sounds he'd hear at night coming from your room. Clark really did feel so guilty for it all. He swears it wasn't on purpose, he's not some pervert, he wasn't trying to listen. But every night, he finds himself waiting, almost anticipating for a light buzz to be heard; using his super-hearing abilities to focus on the sounds leaving your apartment complex.

He hears a slight creak of the bed and lets out a long sigh; feeling the fabric around his crotch tighten once again as he imagines how you must just be laying on your bed. He wonders if you need help, wonders if he could be of any assistance. Then he hears it. A familiar hum of the electronic tool, he feels his groin throb with anticipation. Slowly but surely, your voice is heard, melodically spilling out moans and gasps. Clark shuts his eyes, hard. He runs his hands through his hair gripping onto them; the ache and warmth in his stomach building up.

Clark wishes, so so bad to just see you. He wonders how your face must contort as those sounds spill out of you; he wonders how sweet you really are.

"Clark"

He pauses. He couldn't have heard that correctly. He sits up in his bed, fully awake now. He hears it again,

"Clark, please.."

Upon hearing that, he involuntarily bucks his hips forward, his cock aching in his boxers begging to be released. He grips onto the sheets, shutting his eyes tightly processing, before quickly jumping up out of bed. He looks for his shoes, haphazardly putting them on as he leaves his apartment to go knock on your door.

Your thoughts are interrupted by quick impatient knocks at the door. You begrudgingly get up, not wanting to stop in your endeavors. You hear the knocks again, growing more impatient as time goes on. Opening the door you see clark in a white shirt and pajama bottoms, leaning on the door face red and sweaty; like he just ran a few miles.

Clark's eyes flutter as he takes notice of what little your pajamas cover; it's just a plain brandy set, but it's the same brandy set you were moaning his name in. He gulps, mouth dry; noticing the redness in your cheeks, he wonders if maybe you feel embarrassed. If only you knew.

"Hey, I just.." he breathes out unsure of what to say. You hum, biting your lip waiting in anticipation. "I heard someone uh I— I thought you said my name so I came," he steps into your apartment, mentally facepalming himself at his stupid excuse. Your cheeks burn, unable to look at him. Clark takes notice; watching your eyes widen. He has to physically suppress a groan when he notices you squeeze your legs together. He swallows, "uh, so do you need my help?" As you glance to your bedroom, you open your mouth to answer him but you're cut off. "It can be for anything," his eyebrows go up and he has a slight whine in his voice. He leans closer into you, he peers into your eyes with desperation; whispering softly, "please.."

You feel your stomach burn as you notice the clear hard on in his pants, a small stain forming around the crotch. "Clark?" you look back up at his desperate eyes, you slowly lower yourself onto your knees, holding eye contact with him. "I think you're the one that needs help right now," You see his breath quicken, he bites his lip; tears pooling in his eyes.

"You don't know how badly I need this right now," he starts, leaning on the kitchen counter behind him, using his hands to stabilize himself as you fiddle with his waistband. "Please." He begs again, the desperation clear in his voice. "It's been torture, all this time, I can't wait you can't do that, please baby" His hands wrap around your hair, creating a ponytail as he brings you closer to his bulge. You pull down his pajamas, and slowly his boxers as well, watching his length spring out. You feel yourself whimper at the size, veins running along his length; his leaking tip begging for attention from your mouth. You look up into his eyes as you go into collect his pre-cum; Clark gulps hard.

Never in a billion years has Clark ever thought the sweet girl everyone adored would be under his dick like this. The way you were looking at him was enough to make him cum, he watches as you kiss his tip and work your way down. Moaning for you as tears well up in your eyes as you try to take him deeper. "Baby you make me feels so so good, my sweet girl," he shakily talks, trying his best to hold on. He looks down at you, caressing your head as you bob up and down, he grips onto your hair; "you don't even know how much I've wished for this to happen, how much I've prayed." You feel him throb, "I've wanted you so so bad, felt so bad for it too.." You let your throat pull his dick in, watching his face as he tries his best not to cum.

You feel him throb again just for warm liquid to go pouring down your throat; Clark moans. "Let me paint that pretty face of yours," he pulls it out of your mouth and lets his cum spill out on your face as you stare up at him, feeling your own arousal pool in your panties.

lmk if u want a part 2

[chiasfeu]

pt 2!! hehehe + again apologies for any grammatical errors

part one here

SECRET ADMIRER - clark kent x reader

“Hmm it’s getting late.. how about we pick back up tomorrow?”

Clark lets out a shaky breath, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, “y/n that’s not fair..” Your lips curve slightly upwards at his remark, letting your fingertips trace upwards on the exposed skin of his arms you ask, “What’s not fair, Clark?” He stares at you intently, gulping, unable to let his thoughts out. You move closer to Clark, positioning yourself slightly above him, reaching a hand to push his hair back, you whisper lowly, “tell me what you want, Clark..” He looks up at you, his eyes glued to your lips. “You..” he whispers shakily, wrapping his arms around your waist and peering up at you. Smiling at his words you bring your hands down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it off your head and tossing it to the side. Hovering your face over his, you bite your lip, “kiss me, Clark”

He wastes no time delving into your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You feel his strong hands grip your hips as you slowly rock them on his thigh, running your hands through his hair. He looks at you, brows furrowed and eyes glossy, “please…” he whispers, his hands travel up your back, gripping you with despair. You feel his dick grow in his pants, poking you as you straddle him; the thin fabric of your panties and his pants being the only separation between the two of you. You blush to yourself, noting his shaky breaths as you feel the pulse of his erection through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Clark looks at you with desperation in his eyes, his hands gripping harder onto the sides of your hips. Biting your lip, you slowly come down to his neck, kissing him. You feel his body relax into you as you trail your kisses lower and lower down his body. His muscles tense as your kisses reach his v-line. “y/n” he groans, “I don’t know if we should be doing this” he says bringing a hand out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your face. “But I need you too, Clark” you whisper, sitting back up straight and reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. He watches intently, gulping as your bra unclips and your boobs fall into their natural position. You watch him squirm on the bed, trying to create some friction for himself. You lean back down to his v-line, not breaking eye contact, and tug undo the button on his jeans. “Is this ok?” you ask. “Yes,” he says, almost too quickly. You smile as he blushes, “I’ve thought about you.. like this a lot..” he whispers.

“Yeah?” you ask teasingly as you unzip his pants and pull them down. You feel yourself clench when you catch a glimpse of his bulge; a wet patch already on his boxers from the precum. “Me too,” you say breathlessly, reaching towards the top of his boxers, pulling them down. His cock springs out, tip already leaking and veins pulsing. You swallow before looking at him, his eyebrows pointed upward as he pants breathlessly. You reach your head down at the base of his dick, kissing it before licking a long strip up to the tip. Clark moans, and you push your legs together feeling a familiar ache form at your core. You lick the precum off his tip before slowly taking his dick down your mouth. Clark reaches towards you, grabbing a fist full of your hair as you sink down towards the base of his cock.

As you continue working your mouth on his dick, you feel a twitch and stop. You pull away as a string of saliva connects your swollen lips to the tip of Clark Kent’s dick. You climb back up on him, kissing him sloppily as you rub your ass on his dick. His hands find their way to your ass, he pulls away from you. You feel his fingers tug your underwear to the side, and the ache in your core gets stronger. “Clark” you moan into his neck, “I’ve wanted this for so long, y/n” he whispers softly in your ear. You feel his tip against your entrance, your hands move to his head, gripping his hair softly to brace yourself. He sinks into you, filling you up entirely. Clark lets out a groan, throwing his head back as he slowly thrusts upwards into you.

You bury yourself into his neck, muffled moans leaving your mouth as Clark speeds up his pace. “y/n” he moans, wrapping his strong arms around your body, “look at me, please, baby, I need to see your face.” You pull yourself up to look down at him as he ruts into you, his mouth open from pleasure, a small smirk forming across his lips as he sees your face. You bite your lip, trying to supress a moan from falling out of your mouth. Clark notices, smiling before attaching his lips to yours, kissing you messily. You struggle to keep up in the kiss as he increases his pace, you pull away moaning, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter, before you finally come undone; clenching around him as you ride your high.

You get off his dick and bring your mouth up to it for the second time, taking him in all the way. He whines as you quicken your pace while sucking him; feeling him twitch in your mouth you stop. His cum gushes out into your mouth, you watch as he convulses after ever load he lets out before he stops. You slide your mouth off his dick and swallow before crawling besides him to cuddle. He smiles, wrapping his arms around you, “I’m really glad I wrote that letter.” He says chuckling.

[chiasfeu]

as a retired ff writer ive come out of hibernation bc the lack of smallville clark kent ffs is unacceptable tom welling is toooooo fine

sorry for all the grammatical errors i wrote this all at once and didn’t reread

part two

SECRET ADMIRER - clark kent x reader

Fumbling the lock of your locker, you sigh; you were on your fifth day at smallville high school and you weren’t ecstatic to say the least. After your dad had gotten into some legal trouble with LutherCorp your family had to move out of Metropolis to somewhere more safe.. more remote. Adjusting to the rural life of smallville had proven to be difficult and the people seemed strange. Slamming a fist against your locker you try again, meticulously turning the lock of the locker. Click. As you open the doors of the locker, a piece of paper slowly falls out.

Picking it up you read your name in bright red across the folded up piece of paper, you smile to yourself thinking, my very own secret admirer..

Maybe smallville won’t be so boring.

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Sipping on your coffee, you annotate your copy of the scarlet letter for English class. “Hey! y/n right?” A friendly voice calls out. You look up from your book, smiling. “Yeah! you must be Lana?” She nods, “I see your getting ready for the English exam, you need any help?” You glance at your book before starting, “I’m good for now.. I’ll let you know if I have any questions!” She smiles again before turning away to walk back behind the counter. Your eyes follow her as she talks to the costumers by the counter, they look familiar— a blonde girl with short wispy hair, and two other guys beside her.

You almost jump out of your own seat when you lock eyes with one of the boys, has he been looking at me this whole time? You think, embarrassed, quickly focusing on your book again. Although you’ve looked away you can still feel his gaze lingering on you.

“Hi.” You’re startled as you hear the voice, looking up at the boy that was staring at you from across the room. Before you can reply he starts, “You’re in my first period Bio class.. you know.. with Jenkins..” You blink, waiting for him to continue. He gulps, “uh well Jenkins is really tough.. and we have our first quiz next class so I was wondering if you would want any help….?” You smile sweetly, what is it with small town folks being so eager to help out? “Yeah I would really like that actually,” He smiles, almost in a relived way. “Great. You’re actually my new neighbor so I’ll just come over to help out,” He says before turning away. You cock your head to the side before saying, “Wait.” He turns around, facing towards you, “I never got your name,” you say.

“Clark Kent.”

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You’re sitting on your bed as you peer up at Clark while he explains how to convert moles into grams, “So you’re going to divide the number of particles by Avogrados number..” You yawn tuning him out, your eyes fall the paper that slipped out of your locker earlier today. I still haven’t read that note. You grab the note, opening it up, “y/n are you listening to me.” He says clearly frustrated. “Sorry Clark..” you say apologetically smiling, he notices the paper in your hands and nervously looks back up at you. “What is that?” He says, shifting around in his seat, looking intently at your face. You smile lightly, giggling, “It’s a letter from my secret admirer.” He visibly relaxes, “Oh.. I take it you like having one?” You nod shrugging, “makes smallville a lot more interesting than it could be.” He fake winces, “Smallville is a lot more interesting than you think.” You raise your eyebrows unconvinced, “Really? You’ll have to show me what’s so ‘interesting’ one day.” He smiles glancing down, “Maybe I will.”

You look at Clark’s notebook and your eyebrows furrow, the handwriting looking strikingly similar to the one in the note you found this morning. “Clark..” “Hm?” He looks up at you, “Do you possibly happen to know whoever wrote me that note?” He scratches his head, “No? Why would I?…” You shrug, “Just curious..” He awkwardly smiles before writing in his notebook again. You shift your position on your bed, scooting closer to him, “Clark, it’s ok you can tell me if you do know…” you bring your hand to his exposed forearm caressing it. He coughs before breathlessly stating, “I really don’t know who wrote it, y/n.” You push up against him, drawing circles up his arms, “Hm.. that really is too bad..” He swallows dryly, “yeah?” You nod slowly, “yeahhh.. I would’ve gone along with everything they wrote in that letter..” There’s a moment of silence as he looks at you. He shuts his eyes, sighing hard before confessing, “I wrote it.”

You grin mischeviously, running a hand through his hair, “You really didn’t have to lie, Clark..” He opens his eyes to look at you, his cheeks red from embarrassment, “y/n” “hmm?” You hum, tilting your head bringing your lips closer to his. He glances at them, sighing heavily before parting his lips to say something. He’s cut off by you pressing your lips against his, you feel his body relax into yours, his hands sliding up your back and his lips pushing deeper into the kiss. You pull away from the kiss, your hands holding Clark’s head; using your thumb you wipe lipstick off of Clark’s swollen lips as he looks at you longingly.

Yoau press your lips together, suppressing a giggle, “Hmm it’s getting late.. how about we pick back up tomorrow?”