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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?”