I was awoken by the sunlight coming through the window. To be honest, I could’ve slept just a little longer but something was telling me to wake myself up.
My head was resting on his chest, his arms were around me, our legs were tangled, and my hand was over his heart.
I was basically wrapped around this gigantic 6’3 man, clinging on to him so tightly that he could barely move. He didn’t care about it at all though, he’s told me he loves when I do that when we’re taking naps or watching movies.
“Good morning” Clark said in a sleepy and soft voice. I turned my head to look over at him. He had the cutest smile on his face and his eyes were sleepy. He looked so cute.
“Morning” I replied, following that up with a small yawn. I knew I didn’t look as good as he did after waking up. My hair was all over my face, my eyes and lips were puffy, and my whole face was puffy in general.
Needless to say that I didn’t feel “pretty” in that moment, but that was about to change really quickly.
“You look so pretty. You’re so cute with your morning face” Clark said as he pulled me gently into a kiss. He followed that by placing little kisses on every inch of my face.
I stretched out and laid on my stomach next to him, propping myself up with my elbows.
At first, we didn’t say anything about what had happened the night before. It was all too new for me and him, we didn’t know how to act.
It was the most beautiful night of my life and a night I would never forget, but I had no idea on how to “address it” the following morning.
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We both laid there in silence for a minute. I fidgeted with my fingers, and I thought Clark was staring at the ceiling or something. I was wrong though.
I turned to my left to see what he was up to, and to my surprise, he was looking at me the entire time.
He grabbed my hand and placed a small kiss on the back of it.
“Last night was special. I loved every second of it” he mumbled as he made his way from my hand to my shoulder with kisses.
Okay, I’m glad he brought it up first because I had zero clue how to start talking about it.
“Me too. I don’t think it could’ve been any more perfect” I replied with a giggle because of how ticklish his kisses were getting.
He gently turned me over and now my back was on the mattress. He hovered over me and smiled as he heard my laughter.
Then he slowly leaned down and left a kiss on my chest. Then he made his way down before placing his chin on my stomach and looking up at me.
His gaze looked so loving, his smile was so comforting, everything about the way he was just looking at me made me feel warm and happy.
“God, I love the way you look at me” I said softly while tracing his nose and lips. His smile grew and his cheeks flushed.
“You’re so handsome” I added before bringing him close and cradling his face to kiss his nose. His cheeks turned more pink. I loved making him blush so I just continued.
“You’re so cute, so sweet, so gentle, you’re the best boyfriend” I said as I continued to press kisses on his cheeks and jaw. He looked so red and so happy at the same time. Then he placed his head back on my.
After that we both laid there in comfortable silence. His head was still on my stomach, his fingers were drawing circles and hearts around my thighs, and I played with his hair. We stayed like that for a while, until he broke the silence.
“I love you”
“I love you baby” I replied. He lifted his body off of mine and hovered over me, like a push-up position, with the bed sheets still on his back, resembling a red cape. Something a superhero would ware.
“I mean it. I love you. I love all of you. Just, every inch of you is so…perfect” he said softly.
He lowered himself onto me gently and kissed the bridge of my nose. I felt the warmth of his bare body over mine, it felt like having a giant teddy bear on me.
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To be a bit more clear, me and Clark had sex for the first time, the night before.
Not only was it our first time sleeping together but it was just our first time in general.
I never believed that losing your virginity would be magical. I always thought it would be incredibly awkward or maybe really uncomfortable.
But I didn’t feel that way with Clark.
He made it feel special, he was gentle, he was sweet, he was…everything.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was “good” or not, I mean there’s no real way to tell. But I knew for a fact that Clark was certainly good. Really good.
At least that’s how I feel, I’m not experienced. Neither is he but he certainly made his way around.
Before he slid in, he told me to tell him if I was ever feeling uncomfortable or if I was in pain. He was serious about it too. He kept checking up on me like every 30 seconds.
He would constantly say, “are you okay?” “Want me to slow down?” “Did it hurt baby?” “Do you need a break?” “Let me know if it hurts, ‘Kay?”.
It was sweet honestly, I’m sure most guys wouldn’t care about stuff like that. But not my babyboy, he’s a gentleman.
One thing I really couldn’t do was give him a blow job. I don’t feel ready for that, and I felt ashamed to tell him that at first. But he made it all better.
After I told him that, he simply kissed me and said he would never make me do anything I wasn’t ready for. And he made it very clear he wanted me to feel safe and comfortable with him.
He also made it clear that all he wanted was for me to feel loved and taken care of.
He kept slipping in “I love you’s” every so often, ‘course I did too, he’d whisper sweet words into my ear like “you’re so perfect”, “I want you, only you”, “I’m all yours”, and so on and so forth
After we both, finished, he immediately grabbed a towel to clean me. Then he asked if I was feeling okay or if I needed anything.
When I assured him I was doing more than okay, I curled up in his arms and we both drifted to sleep.
Sleeping after just having the best night of my life was certainly the best sleep I’ve ever had
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“Clark can I ask you something?” I said in a more serious tone.
“Of course sweetheart, anything” he replied with a bit more concerned look on his face.
“Was I…good last night?” I asked. I wanted to ask him that since we woke up, but I didn’t know how to.
His look of concern went away as soon as I asked him that question. He gave me a warm smile as his eyes lit up with joy.
“You were amazing baby. If anything, I’m the one that should be asking you that question!” He replied with a bit of a chuckle towards the end.
“Are you serious? Y-you really think that?”
“Yes! Baby, yesterday was magical. You were magical. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, you were more than amazing actually. Everything about you is amazing. I hope I don’t sound weird or anything but after last night, I for sure fell even more in love with you”
“Really?”
“Really. Everything about you is just beautiful. Your personality, your beauty, your body, your…everything” he said while kissing my neck. He made all my anxious thoughts fade away with every word he said.
“Now, was I good?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t even get me started” I said with a guilty smile. He then kissed me as if the world was going to end.
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We both decided to finally get up from bed and start looking for our clothes which were scattered all around his bedroom.
He slipped on his blue plaid boxers, then he passed me my panties and one of his shirts. I’m not gonna lie, when I got up from bed I realized that I was sore, like really sore.
I tried to hide it but Clark quickly noticed it as I kept making faces when I lifted my body off the bed to slip on my clothes.
“You need anything? Advil, water, ice pack, heating pad?” He asked with concern as he placed a hand on my lower back to help me up.
“You know, a warm shower seems nice” I said with a grin on my face.
“I’ll make breakfast while you’re in there. You want pancakes or waffles?” he replied cluelessly. He’s just so cute when he doesn’t catch hints.
“Honeybee…” I said while giving him a look with a guilty smile on my face.
“…oh?…OH!” He said when he finally took the hint. He swooped me off my feet and rushed over to the bathroom with a big smile on both of our faces.
(A/n: yes I did cringe a lil with the “babyboy” and “honeybee” lines lmao)
tom welling just seems like the sweetest soul ugh i love him so much. other pretty boys think they can be him but they are simply too egotistical it makes them ugly
a/n - first clark kent fic 😖 i hope the dialogue sounds natural cuz like im not american sooo
w/c - 3.2k
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c/w - kryptonite, mutual crush, slight violence, use of reader, structured like an ep of smallville
Your dog, Molly, dragged you down the path along the river, sniffing the grass below her nonstop. She was barely a year old and still acted like every walk was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
You let her pull you along while your mind wandered, which lately meant it wandered straight to Clark Kent. You thought about the way he tripped over nothing in the Talon last week, stumbling into a table and then laughing at himself before you even got the chance to.
"Smooth, Kent," you said making him go a bit red
"In my defense, I had some coffee," he'd said, and you laughed hard enough that you nearly choked on your coffee.
You thought about the way Clark looked at you sometimes in class. Those quick glances he probably thought you wouldn't notice. the looks that Pete and Chloe gave you.
"You two are so obvious it's actually painful," Chloe told you last week, not even looking up from her laptop.
"Obvious how?" you replied, your heart was beating outside of your chest, maybe the feeling was mutual, was this confirmation? Chloe just raised an eyebrow and smiled at you.
The chain of thought about Clark broke when Molly yanked you towards a tree near the riverbank, and that was when you saw them.
A cluster of orchids, pale blue with green patches on the petals, growing against the bark. You crouched down to look closer.
You never saw a flower like that before. The colour reminded you a little too much of the colour of Clark's eyes and you rolled your own eyes at yourself for even thinking that.
Near the roots, something glinted. A few jagged green shards, half-buried in the dirt. Maybe someone had dropped a broken bottle.
You nudged Molly away from them, not wanting her to cut a paw. You didn't think much else of it. You just thought the orchids were pretty and kept walking once she finished sniffing about.
A couple days later in fourth period, you were sat in biology trying not to fall asleep, There was just five minutes left of the lesson. The teacher stood at the front of the room with a clipboard, tapping her pen against it loudly.
It startled you, making you shoot up before you shut your eyes properly. Clark looked over and stifled a laugh as you rolled your eyes at him, slightly embarrassed that him, of all people, witnessed you do that.
“Hope I wasn’t interrupting your nap time Reader.” The teacher said giving you a pointed look. “Anyways — I want this project completed by the end of this month, so you all have 30 days to do this.” she continued.
The class groaned in unison. "This project is focused on the topic we finished last week: plant anatomy and adaptations. I'm assigning partners, so no, you can't pick your friends — You need to decide on a plant to research on. I want you to do a ten minute presentation on the anatomy of said plant and how that anatomy increases its chances of survival in its habitat. Bonus points if it is a plant that you can physically bring in.”
She started listing pairs and as much as you wanted to focus on that, you’re eyes were on Clark. Gosh he looked so pretty like this.
The teacher suddenly said your name snapping you out your trance: “Reader and Clark, I suppose you two will do brilliantly considering that one of you lives on a farm.”
As your heard both your names together, you immediately looked over at Clark who was looking at you, both smiling too fast and glancing away just as fast. Which Pete definitely clocked, leaning over to whisper something that made Clark elbow him.
"Guess we're stuck with each other," you said once the bell rang, walking beside him in the hallway.
"Guess so," Clark said, smiling down at his shoes. "Could be worse partners, I mean. You could've gotten stuck with Trevor, he brought a dead frog to class once for no reason."
"Terrifying. I'll take my chances with you," you said making him chuckle.
"Wanna come by the farm later? We can figure out what we're doing for the project," he said trying to stop a smile growing on his face.
"Yeah, sounds good," you said, trying to sound casual about it and failing. "What time?"
"Whenever,” he said. "You could just stay for dinner too, if you want."
"I’ll hold you to that Kent," you replied, butterflies fluttering in you.
That evening you showed up at the Kent farm right as the sun was starting to dip over the fields. Clark was waiting on the porch steps with a notebook already in his hand like he had been sitting there for a while.
“Hey!” He waved before moving his arm down to remain calm and collected in front of you.
“Hey Clark.” You smiled back shimmying your bag of your shoulder.
"Okay, so I was thinking, maybe we could do corn, since we've got a whole field of it right here," he said as you sat down beside him. "Free samples, basically."
"Bit basic don’t you think?," you said. "Everyone's gonna do corn or beans or something normal. We need something nobody else has."
"Okay then, what've you got," he said, nudging your shoulder with his.
"Actually I saw these orchids growing down by the river," you said. "Pale blue, kind of green through the middle. I've genuinely never seen anything like them."
Clark's whole face lit up a little, “That's so cool, nobody else is gonna have anything like that. Where exactly?"
"By that big tree near the bend, past the old bridge," you said. "I walk my dog past there most nights."
"We should go check it out this week, get some actual samples for the presentation," he said, already scribbling in the notebook.
Before you could answer, Martha stuck her head out the door. "Dinner's ready if you two are done plotting out here."
"We're doing plants Mom, not plotting," Clark called back. Martha just gave him a look like she wasn't so sure there was a difference.
Dinner was surprisingly fun with the Kent family. Martha giving everyone more food without asking, Jonathan teasing Clark about some story from the Talon that made his ears go pink.
"He didn't tell you about the sidewalk incident did he?" Jonathan said.
Clark groaned into his spoon. "Dad, please."
"Oh, I heard about it," you said grinning, Clark shot you a betrayed look across the table that only made Jonathan and Martha laugh harder.
After dinner you walked back to your house but stopped at the tree with the illustrious flowers.
You cut a careful handful of the orchids and laid them in your bag, the green shards caught your eye again. Who in their right mind would just smash a glass bottle next to a river?
You continued to pick the flowers, humming to yourself the whole time, still smiling about the time you spent with Clark earlier.
At home you arranged them in a glass vase on your desk, angling them so they'd catch the morning light.
You leaned down to smell them, and the scent was strange. It was almost sweet but in a way which seemed really odd, these orchids were definitely going to get you an A on the project.
You breathed the scent in again anyway. Then a third time, chasing the smell like it might make more sense.
You didn't think anything of the odd, heavy feeling settling behind your eyes. You just figured you were tired, and went to bed not long after.
You woke up with a headache pressing behind your eyes. It was dull and strange like pressure that didn't belong there. You blinked at the ceiling for a second before sitting up, It was probably just because you slept badly.
By the time you got to school the headache faded. You forgot about it somewhere between first period and your locker.
At lunch you found Clark already sitting under the big tree near the bleachers with that notebook open on his knee, pretending to work on the project when really he was just waiting for you.
"You started without me?" you said, dropping down next to him.
"I got one whole sentence in," he said, tilting the notebook so you could see. It said Orchids are a flowering plant.
You laughed, and he grinned like he was hoping you would. "Very scientific Clark. I'm impressed."
"I contain multitudes," he said, you shoved his shoulder and he let himself get pushed sideways more than he probably needed to.
You spent the next twenty minutes actually working, mostly because he was stealing fries off your tray without asking and you pretended to be annoyed about it.
At some point he said something dumb enough that you laughed properly with your head tipped back. You felt giddy around him, the whole interaction making your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat.
Just then when, you looked down, there were a few small white flowers blooming in the grass beside your knee that hadn't been there a minute ago, your head heart again, it was strange.
Clark didn't notice though, too busy watching your face instead of the ground. He saw you wince and clutch your head slightly, "Hey are you alright?"
You pulled your hand away from your head to dismiss the pain, "Yea I'm fine Clark — so you're coming over later, right?" you asked trying to change the topic. "I've got the orchids in a vase so you can actually see them instead of just hearing me talk about them."
"Yeah, I'll head over after I do my chores," he said. "Should probably get actual data before we just wing the whole presentation."
"Wow, structure. Never would've guessed that from you," you rolling your eyes, he flicked a fry at you in retaliation, which you caught out of the air and ate just to make a point.
He showed up at your place a little after five, his hair was a little damp like he had a shower after finishing up at the farm. You led him up to your room where the orchids sat in the vase on the desk, pale blue against the afternoon light.
"Oh, wow," he said, leaning in close to look at them properly. "Yeah, okay, I get why you wanted to do the project on these. I've genuinely never seen anything like it."
"Right? I keep thinking someone's gonna tell me they're just some weird hybrid from a garden center, but I looked, they're not in any catalog, you should smell them they smell really, strangely pleasant I think," you said, sitting on the edge of your bed.
Clark nodded and started to sniff them but he went quiet for a second, and you watched his eyebrows pull together.
"Is it warm in here?" he said, rubbing at his temple.
"Not really," you said. "Clark, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a headache," he said wincing but then straightening up and blinking a little too hard. "Probably just tired."
"You sure? You look kind of pale," you said, standing up and coming closer, worry creeping into your voice before you could stop it.
"I'm fine, really," he said, but he didn't sound totally convinced of it himself, his hand braced lightly on your desk like he needed the steadiness.
You reached out without thinking and touched his arm, and the worry in your chest twisted tighter watching him wince slightly.
Behind you, the leaves on the little potted plant on your windowsill curled inward at the edges, like they could feel your worry.
"Maybe you should head home, get some sleep," you said. "We've got plenty of time for the project and you've got that game tomorrow."
"Yeah, maybe," Clark said, but he did look relieved at the suggestion, his skull was pounding harder than he wanted to admit. "Sorry, I don't know what that was."
"Don't apologize, just go rest," you said, walking him down to the door.
The next morning Molly woke you up by shoving her cold nose directly into your cheek, at a time which was definitely too early because it was still somewhat dark outside.
"Molly stop," you mumbled into the pillow. Molly didn't stop thought, she kept wagging her tail on you getting rid of any hope of sleep you had. "MOLLY STOP!" Molly went a little still.
You immediately winced at yourself for yelling at her, it wasn't her fault at all.
You hadn't slept well at all, your head was preoccupied of Clark's headache and how he looked in pain just the night before.
You dragged yourself out of bed feeling like you'd barely slept at all, the irritation of being woken up increasing.
You caught sight of the windowsill plant on your way to the bathroom and stopped. It looked worse than it had last night. More of the leaves turned grey-brown and curled in on themselves, like it was actively dying instead of just struggling.
"Seriously?" you said out loud, crouching to poke at the soil, which was damp, which made no sense at all. You watered it before sleeping so how has it gotten even more shriveled? It should've been fine.
A wave of dizziness hit you out of nowhere as the frustration built up your hand shot out to grip the windowsill.
After a minute you felt fine again, but you felt hollowed out like something had just let itself out.
Molly started barking aggressively, spinning in a circle by your bedroom door like something had spooked her.
"What? What is it?" you said turning to look, but there was nothing there. Just the door, the same as it always looked.
Molly kept barking and growling anyway, it took her a full minute to settle and she started sniffing at the air like she was trying to find traces of something.
"You're being so weird," you told her shakily.
As you brushed your teeth you thought about it all: The flowers in the grass at lunch. The plant last night, wilting within minutes of you Clark's headache when you were worried. The plant now, somehow worse overnight even though you watered it. The dizzy, hollow feeling that came and went. Molly suddenly being aggressive at nothing.
Something was wrong with you. You didn't know what but it couldn't be that bad if you stayed calm. Anyways you were looking forward to watching the football game with Clark playing and that was all that mattered.
Later that day the bleachers were packed for the game against the visiting team. You sat near the front with Chloe, who was narrating the game with more sarcasm than actual sports knowledge.
"Is that good? Clark doing that thing?" Chloe said squinting at the field.
"I have no idea but everyone's cheering so, I'm assuming yes," you you replied chuckling a bit, but in the back of your mind you were still processing these weird incidences.
Clark glanced up toward the bleachers between plays, and whenever he found you in the crowd he waved, grinning before pulling his helmet back on. Something in your chest loosened a little despite everything else.
At halftime, the visiting team's cheer squad crossed over near the home bleachers, and one girl in particular went toward the fence where Clark had gone to grab water. She was pretty in an effortless way.
She leaned against the fence right next to him like she'd known him for years instead of five seconds.
You saw her lean too close to Clark and talk inot his ear with a giggle on her face.
If that wasn't bad enough Clark laughed, rubbing the back of his neck like he would with you. She laughed like he said something charming and left her hand there a moment too long.
Your stomach twisted.
Jealousy.
You were embarrassed to be feeling such an ugly emotion. You hated how much it bothered you, hated that you had zero claim to feel anything about it at all.
At your feet, the grass went brown in the space of a few seconds, curling like it had been scorched. The dizziness came back again. Then the same hollow feeling from that morning, worse this time.
The girl closest to you on the bleachers went rigid mid-laugh and suddenly shouted at her friend beside her.
Her voice was sharp and vicious over something that hadn't happened.
Then Chloe's mood shifted too.
It rippled across the bleachers fast, a guy two rows down was shoving the person next to him hard enough to nearly send him over the bench, someone else was shouting.
You saw a few of the players glance up toward the bleachers, distracted, Then a player from the visiting team punched another.
One of them took a hit he clearly hadn't seen coming because he was looking the wrong way. The coach's whistle shrieked but the crowd noise had already tipped past listening. Then the coach started shouting aggressively.
"Okay, that's actually insane," Chloe said, standing, scanning the stands with wide eyes as the shoving spread further, row by row, like something contagious.
You felt it too now, a hot simmering irritation that wasn't entirely your own anymore, or maybe it was, maybe it had just gotten louder, and you turned to say something to Chloe and found yourself glaring at her for no reason at all, some ugly flare of anger rising in your throat before you shoved it back down hard.
Clark's hand went to his temple down on the field, wincing hard enough that he stumbled, and the sight of it hit you like ice water. You looked around at the chaos spreading through the bleachers. Then at the anger inside that was so irrational and unnecessary.
The realisation dawned on you about these events.
"I have to go," you said pushing Chloe with force, running down the bleachers.
"Wait, hey—" Chloe called after you, but you were already moving and pushing through the crowd of people.
You didn't look back to see that the grass under where you were sat started to slowly green the further you got from it.
Chloe did.
She stood there after you were gone, staring down at the ground with her mouth slightly open. She filed it in her memory like how she did with every strange thing in the town except this time it had your face attached to it.
By the time two teachers started separating students, the fighting seemed to drain out of the crowd almost as fast as it had begun.
People were blinking at each other because they weren't sure what they were even fighting about.
On the field, the coaches called a timeout, the game grinded to a halt while the teachers tried to make sense of a crowd that had gone from cheering to brawling in under two minutes.
Meanwhile you finally found the bathroom and shoved through the door, bracing both hands on the sink and staring at your reflection.
The door swung open a minute later, Chloe burst in scanning you head to toe. "Okay," she said slowly, "so I don't know exactly what I just saw, but I'm pretty sure it was you."
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