Chronically Offline!Clark when... - CK x Reader
Warnings: Smut, fluff, fem!reader, | WC: 1000+
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you walk into a room, and he’s looking over his phone, eyes squinted as if he doesn’t have telescopic vision. His fingers tap at the too-small phone screen, his tongue caught between his teeth as uncertainty furrowed his brow, missing the buttons by accident and resetting his progress on his Instagram post. “Sweetheart?” He looks up and gives you a guilty grin. “Hi, honey… can you help me make a post? I forgot how.” You shake your head, sitting down as he hands his phone over with no protest. The photo was a picture of you from your date the other night. You cock an eyebrow at him. “Why are you posting me?” you asked with a smile. “Why don’t you post both of us?” He shrugged, “Because this is my favorite picture. Look at your smile!’ Your heart melted a little. You leaned over, sneaking a kiss to his arm before hitting post. Curious, you tapped on his profile. Last post: 100 weeks ago. A blurry photo of his family at Christmas. Three likes on it, and one of them was himself.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he’s always in charge of selfies because his arms are longer. When you look back at his camera roll, he has duplicates of every selfie you’ve ever taken together. Half of them are blurry, cutting you out of the photos, facing the wrong way, or blocked entirely by his thumb. Once you had found a video that was over a minute long of him trying to take a selfie, the reflection of himself in his glasses, his brows pinched in focus, your voice echoing in the background, patiently talking him through it.
“Clark! You make sure you press the little white button, and don’t put your thumb over it!” You could hear your laughter in the back as he grinned, his dimples dipping into his cheeks. “What? You don’t like looking at my thumbs?” he had teased, laughter bubbling up from his chest.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you ask him to do a TikTok trend, lip-syncing to a sound, and he looks at you, confused. “Okay… So, I’m gonna pick you up, put you on my shoulder, while you sing?” he asked, looking down at you as you set up the camera. “Oh yeah, it’ll be a hit, just trust me!” you insisted, setting up a timer and looking back at him. “I always trust you, honey. Start it,” Clark said, voice calm as he stood exactly where you told him to. You pressed play, listening to the timer tick down until the sound started. “A boy who’s jacked and kind,” fills the room, and you back into him, his big hands splaying over your stomach as he lifts you with ease up onto his shoulder. His hand stayed to secure you, his eyes looking up at you with admiration that Hollywood could never recreate. You giggle, your lips moving to the sound, hand in his hair. When the sound is over, he sets you down, watching you rush to post it, making him smile.
The video went viral, getting almost a million likes! In bed, you scrolled through the comments with him. His favorite comment was, “Oh, he’s in LOVE!” and another, “He looks like a puppy.” Clark smiled to himself because he was shamelessly both those things for you.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he comes home from work setting his briefcase down on the floor and toeing off his shoes before lining them up neatly. He steps into your apartment, the summer sun shining through the windows and warming up the intimate space. You came from the bedroom, sports bra and workout shorts, fresh from the gym. “Hi!” you exclaim, moving to plant a kiss on his face. “Sorry, all sweaty.” Clark shrugged it off, looking you up and down, an appreciative glint in his eyes “Wow, you look… Um—how do you say it? You cooked?” he asked, his head tilted and embarrassment started creeping up his neck. You laughed, burying your face in his chest. “Where’d you learn that, Clark?” He kissed the top of your head—it was obviously Cat, she knew that lingo better than anyone and used it to confuse poor Clark. “Cat,” he grumbles, looking into your eyes, confusion there. “Well thats not quite how you use that one.” Your hand went up to his hair, smoothing a hand through his curls. “Body Tea?” Clark tried again, and your threw your head back in laughter. “Sure, that one works,” you rubbed his arm watching his brain work overtime.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he voice types, too busy to type out a well thought out text. When he’s typing up an article, or walking through the crowded streets, Clark talks into his phone. “Do you need anything from the store? I’m passing by on the way home…” and at the end of every text it’d say, ‘Stop’ or ‘Please stop’. A glimpse into how Clark talked to his phone, but you hardly seemed to notice after around a month of texting him.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... he can’t read tones over text. No punctuation makes him think your upset. His texts are always perfectly punctuated, spelled, and with little emojis that remind you he’s a millennial. Whenever you used the crying emoji instead of the laughing emoji? He sprung into action. “Are you okay?” or “What happened?” Texting him was difficult all around; he answered quicker on phone call most of the time.
✦ Chronically Offline!Clark when... you sneakily set up a camera when he comes home, aimed at the front door. ‘Seeing how long it takes him to melt’ trend, knowing not in a million years that he would have seen it. So, you waited and waited; the minute he stepped into the door, you had him hold his arms out, leaving him confused as you kissed him, deep kisses that made his heart flutter. His hands dropped down to your sides, folding in three seconds; his lips moved over yours with a gentle devotion, still firm and almost commanding, completely oblivious to the camera looking at him and the sweet intent behind the kissing. Clark scooped you up under the thighs, one hand moving to start pulling up your shirt and letting his hand roam. It felt too good to stop him.
You ended up scrapping that video after he took you right there on the hallway floor, the grind of his hips needy and passionate as he whimpered over top of you, you squeezed him needily as he brought you to your high, hitting your good spot with each drag of his cock—all on camera
