summary: clark didn't mean for you to see... but when he catches your gaze on him through the cracked door, he just has to put on a small show
cw: 18+, male masturbation, size kink, big dick! clark, voyeurism, exhibitionist! clark, mention of vibrator use
it's your usual sunday: lazy, slow, full of the soft lather of your dove soap and long showers. you'd been humming to yourself, rinsing shampoo from your hair and letting the steam melt off the weekend. but the hot water runs out faster than you thought, and soon you're padding out into the hallway in just your towel, hair clinging to your neck, and droplets falling quiet to the floor, expecting the apartment to be just as quiet as it always is.
there's a sound, faint at first. a wet, rhythmic sound, sloppy and fast. accompanied by soft groans that are barely audible. it's followed by a low, whispered moan of pleasure — "ah... mm..." — and a wet plap... plap... plap...
your heart jumps. it's coming from clark's room.
clark kent, your sweet, respectful, little kansas raised roommate, who says things like "golly" when he's frustrated and never even thinks to look when you walk around in shorts and a tank top. he always knocks and always offers to carry your groceries.
you lean closer, half convinced you've misunderstood, until—
"g-gos—" he cuts himself off with a breathy whine. "oh, that's... so good..."
your breath catches. the door is cracked.
you know you shouldn't look but your feet move before your conscience catches up. and through that narrow sliver, you see him with his legs spread wide on the bed, boxers tugged off, and his dick...
it's massive. heavy, flushed, and glistening. spit slicked. his abs flex as the fat tip smacks against them every time his hand pumps back down. his other hand is fisted in his comforter, brows furrowed and eyes closed in pleasure. and he's moaning soft, needy, desperate little whimpers.
you bite your lip, your thighs pressed together at the lewd sight of him.
and then he carefully opens his eyes, just for a second, and sees your eyes fixed on his fat, leaking cock and your bottom lip tugged between your teeth.
he falters, just barely, a quick intake of breath and his grip tightens. but he doesn't stop, he actually strokes faster and harder. his jaw slack, his chest rising and falling as he ruts into his own hand with a stuttered rhythm, all because he knows you're right there watching.
"feels so...good," he whimpers to himself, voice cracking with strain, "ohh, s'not right...mmm feels so good—"
he was close. you could see it. every muscle drawn tight. his hand a blur now. his head dropped back again, pretty throat exposed, curls sticking to his temple with sweat. and then—
"please," he gasped softly. "please—i'm—ohh—nnnhh—“
clark came hard, shuddering with a groan that punched straight into your core. his cock jerked in his fist, spilling hot and thick over his knuckles, spurting all the way to his stomach. he choked on his own moan, panting through clenched teeth, thighs trembling as he rode it out.
you fled, slipping silently past the door before he could say anything. heart hammering and towel slipping.
by the time you slammed your door shut and locked it behind you, your pulse was in your ears and your fingers were between your legs, pushing aside the damp towel. you reached for your drawer without even thinking, hand fumbling for your favorite toy as your clit throbbed with pent up hunger.
you had no idea hew knew you saw. you just knew you needed to cum, and fast.
the buzz of your vibrator filled the room.
and 20 minutes later, when clark emerged from his room, freshly showered, cheeks pink, and hair still damp, he paused in the hallway.
because from behind your closed door came the soft, unmistakable sound of buzzing.
his lips parted...and then curved, just slightly.
now it was his turn to watch...
an: i feel like i've been neglecting this acc a bit sorryyy! hope you all enjoy!
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