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
