Warnings - Smut, perv!Clark, Perv!reader, fluff, Clark is whiny | WC: 1.4k
Roommate!Clark who... signs the lease almost immediately after touring your flat that looks over the streets of Metropolis. You assume it’s because the apartment is affordable. Really, it’s because your smile makes the cramped tenth-floor flat feel warmer than anywhere else he’s looked. You, meanwhile, can’t deny the relief of having someone built like Clark Kent living under the same roof. Just in case.
Roommate!Clark who... slowly warms up to you, a little nervous about how to act around you. He’d never lived with a woman before, other than his Ma. His small ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’ evolved into ‘How’d you sleep?’ and ‘What’s today's agenda?’ You’d watch his cheeks get all rosy as he smiled, his eyes wrinkling in the corners behind his thick glasses. He’d leave small notes on the counter, a breakfast pastry beside it for when he left extra early in the mornings.
Thought you might be hungry! Have a good day! - Clark Kent
Roommate!Clark who... talked about you so much at work that Lois and Jimmy started to think you had a relationship going on.
“Last night we watched a movie and had ice cream. I really love this new roommate thing; she’s just so nice!” he explained cheerfully. Lois and Jimmy gave each other knowing looks, smirking at each other. “Are you sure you aren’t attracted to her, Clark?” Lois asked, eyebrow cocked as she sipped from her coffee. His smile faltered, red creeping up to his ears as he shook his head a little too quickly. “No… I mean she’s pretty, but she’s my roommate!” As if that was a reasonable excuse. Jimmy gave a half-laugh, half-scoff at how pathetic Clark could be.
Roommate!Clark who... happily listens to you talk about your day. You take turns making dinner, and tonight had been his choice. Clark has cooked up a Kansas custom while you sat at the island, filing your nails and talking about work. He would prompt you with questions and nod along thoughtfully, tucking things away for later.
Roommate!Clark who... doesn’t know how thoughtful he is, making everything seem like a pleasure. Doing the dishes? Sure! The trash? Consider it done. A high shelf needs dusting? Why didn’t you say so!
Roommate!Clark who... carried you to bed after you fell asleep on the couch. He can hear your breathing soften and the slow beat of your heart. He wanders from his room, noticing you sleeping soundly. Your show or movie is still going in the background, or a book is sitting face down on your chest. Carefully, he pauses your show or marks your page before he picks you up. So much care into how he holds you in his big arms, trying not to be too abrupt. After tucking you into your bed, he lingers, watching you sleep so… peacefully before padding back to his room. The slope of your nose and the way your hair fanned on your pillow made his heart flutter just thinking about it.
Roommate!Clark who... falls asleep during movie night, slumping over until his head rested on your shoulder. When he woke up hours later, his nose was greeted with the sweet nature of your natural scent, and panic washed over him. Had he crossed a line? But he was covered in the throw blanket from the arm of the couch; you curled into his side, fast asleep, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He fell back asleep just like that, not having the heart to move.
Roommate!Clark who... slowly realizes he’s falling in love with you because of your laugh, how you treat him like he’s somebody—like he doesn’t fade into the background. You ask him about his day, you fix his tie before work, bring him little presents ‘just because’. Clark only had eyes for you. Everyone else blurred into the background.
Roommate!Clark who... obliviously wears his workout shorts around the house, doing chores that accentuate his thighs and butt. Sometimes he stretches, and you can see his shirt come up a little, showing off his abs. His arms nearly bulge out of his shirt, and it drives you up the wall. It’s a wonder he hasn’t caught on yet. Then again, this is the same man who still thinks you’re only being nice because you’re roommates.
Roommate!Clark who... brings you out with his friends, and at work the next day they're all spewing nonsense. “She’s so into you!” Cat explained the telltale signs that he just brushed off. “Don’t be crazy, you guys, she’d never like a… dork, like me!” Jimmy shook his head, “She had big puppy eyes for you… then, when she was a little tipsy, she was drooling over you.
Roommate!Clark who... is oblivious to your attraction, and you're oblivious to his.
Roommate!Clark who... tucks your hair behind your ear on accident, starting to stutter, and his ears heat up. He was hardly able to look at you afterwards, but he missed the faint blush on your cheeks. His thoughts were too loud to hear your heartbeat flutter from his sweet action. It had felt so natural.
Roommate!Clark who... notices everything you change about yourself. A new hair color? He noticed. New eyeliner idea? Clark was complimenting it. Once he had noticed you switched your foundation shade. He noticed more than any guy ever had before.
Roommate!Clark who... gets jealous after you go on shitty dates. When he hears you crying in your room, Clark creeps in, carefully bringing you to his chest as he fumed about what these men did to you. He wished it was him—that you’d give him a chance, because he could treat you better than all those sleezy guys you found on dating apps.
Roommate!Clark who... goes to the laundry room to fold laundry with you and catches sight of your lacy underwear; his ears burn red as he wonders how many guys you’d tried to impress with those. He couldn’t imagine how good you’d look with it on.
Roommate!Clark who... accidentally walks in on you in the shower. The steam curls through the room, and all he can see is the outline of your body. He stops like a deer in headlights when you hollar, “Clark! Sorry, I forgot to lock the door!” Clark tries to forget your beautiful, beautiful silhouette, begging his body to stay calm. It didn’t work, and he felt like a guilty pervert after rubbing one out to the thought of you, whining into his pillow to muffle his pleasure.
Roommate!Clark who... was too oblivious to notice your attraction for him. How you’d been leaving the door unlocked on purpose, how your clothes were only getting more revealing, or the way you’d sway your hips a little extra when you walked. He had always seen you as gorgeous, even without all that extra stuff.
Roommate!Clark who... accidentally let a whine slip one night, and you happened to hear as you walked by. You slipped into his room, eyes big and curious. “Clark?” you asked, and he perked up. Hand down his pants down, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to keep it down. “I’m so sorry! My gosh, I’ll move out no—” you cut him off by slowly walking forward. Settling on the edge of his queen bed, the bed looking little compared to him. “Let me help you…” You whisper, settling next to him as you help him get his pajamas down to his mid-thigh. Big, thick thighs you’d only gotten to admire from afar, his hard cock that you’d only seen through the imprint of his sweatpants. Gently, you help jerk him off until he’s come all over his stomach, his breathing is heavy as he whimpers your name desperately. You help clean him off with a warm rag before settling on his chest.
Roommate!Clark who... walks with more pep in his step, now that you were officially his girlfriend. He had told his Ma and Pa everything; Jimmy and Lois noticed based on how smiley he was. Every day he came home and gave you a deep kiss that made your heart flutter, one packed with more passion than humanly possible. “You look beautiful… How was your day, honey?” he asked, his eyes big and curious.
Roommate!Clark who... still catches himself looking around the apartment sometimes, amazed that this was his home now. Not because of the tenth-floor view or the cheaper rent, but because every morning he gets to wake up next to the person he fell in love with.
A/N: Would you guys read a full fic of this... cause he's just so perfect. Whoever originally came up with this idea has my life, literally.
