willa

clarks thighs basically bulge out of his slacks when he sits down. they are so thick, they just can’t be contained. you always though it was strange how he would wear oversized suit jackets, yet he would wear the tightest pants known to man, always showing off his ass and thighs. maybe you were just a perve for noticing, watching him awkwardly jog around the daily planet when his story was almost past due. his pants straining to try and keep up with him.

you thought you were immune to clark’s boyish charm until you were sitting in his apartment with only your cotton underwear on. the pink bow right in the middle of the decorative lettuce lace keeps bringing clark’s attention right to your center.

“ my pretty girl wears the cutest underwear.”

“clark!” you gasp, overwhelmed by his boldness and the feeling of his thick finger tracing just above your underwear line.

he pats his lap, beckoning you over to him. you shyly saunter over and just as you’re about to straddle him, he clicks his tongue. “uh ah, sweetheart. just pick one.”

you face flushes, stricken by his instructions, you timidly throw your legs on either side of his right thigh. the second your clothed pussy connects with his slacks you let out a shaky moan. the pressure was heavenly and his thighs were just big enough to feel like you were riding your pillow, which is what you would do when you used to dream about clark. now with the real thing underneath you, you wait for his sign for you to start moving.

“it’s ok sweetheart, take what you need.” he hums. “you’re such a good girl, waiting for me.”

you begin to move your hips, taking in the feeling of fabric rubbing on fabric. it just so perfectly rubbed against your clit they way you needed. clark starts to bounce his leg, using his super speed to vibrate underneath you. you heart rate explodes at the new sensation. between the vibrating and the the sturdiness of his thigh you were already so close to hitting your peak.

“i know sweetheart. don’t think i didn’t notice you checking out my thighs at work.” his hand finds your hip to steady you, your body absorbing the speed and movement he was outputting with his leg. “you dirty girl.”

“clark.. i’m close-”

his leg keeps up the steady pace, allowing you to rock back and forth to take what you need. your tits were bouncing up and down in time with his leg. clark couldn’t decide what to stare at, your pretty face or your beautiful tits.

oh and the sounds. the sounds were so erotic. your moans, the wet fabric gliding across your gushing pussy, you tits slapping against each other, and the sweet sounds that were constantly escaping your mouth.

how did clark move this fast? you thought. with his thigh vibrating at a super sonic speed, you wondered how fast his fingers could go. maybe they could vibrate too. you’d never have to touch your vibrator again if clark could do it for you.

your hips start to lose their rhythm, rutting against clark’s now drenched slacks.

“clarkie.. i-” your breathing goes erratic. your hands fly to his shoulders to keep you up. suddenly your release washes over you, damping his pants even more. your panties we’re soaked, molded to your pussy and slick with your cum.

clark slowly stops vibrating his leg allowing you to come down from the high you were experiencing. you slump against his shoulder breathing into his neckt. his large hand comes to covers your back soothing you.

“was that ok for you sweetheart? not too much?”

“it was perfect.” you sigh.

still in your embrace, he reaches around your head to adjust his glasses. you stay straddled on his thigh and play with the tufts of hair just barely peeking over his dress shirt.

“so do you fingers vibrate like that too?”

pairing: joe keery x fem ocd!reader | word count: 1,700

summary: a dinner date at home turns into joe learning more about your specific ocd manifestations.

warnings: contamination ocd, medical/health ocd, pre-established relationship, joe being understanding, anxiety, mentions of salmonella and meningitis, pet names, alcohol

joe had been on his mini tour for about 3 weeks now. you honestly didn't mind when he went on tour because it gave you a break to focus on your hobbies. not that you didn't love joe, you loved him like an insane amount, but it's nice for partners to have breaks from each other. especially when you know he's having a great time with his bandmates.

touring was never for you. you would of course visit him at whatever show you could make it to, but the bus life was not your thing. you told him it wasn't personal; it was just the small spaces and the uncertainty that comes with travel. he understood and called you every single night after his shows.

tonight, joe was coming home. he wrapped up the mini tour was ready to be back at the apartment with his girl. once the buses made their stops to drop off all the boys, joes apartment was last. he started to gather his suitcases and guitars, excited to see you.

inside the apartment you were preparing dinner. parmesan chicken was always joe's favorite, so you thought it would be a good welcome home for him. after checking the recipe about 10 times, you cooked the chicken. you might have burned the chicken, just to make sure it was cooked all the way through. you didn't want to give joe salmonella after all. you were just being an attentive girlfriend.

the last few weeks you have been more on edge than usual. with joe touring the east coast, you were constantly worried for his safety, checking his location on the hour. he was almost always just at the venues he was played, but you checked up on him just to make sure. usually being apart from him, wasn't this hard, but something buried into you when he left this time. your anxiety spiked every time he went on stage. shame filled you when you knew you shouldn't be so worked up about it. you never said anything to him about it. you didn't want him to worry about you the way you worried about him.

once you believed the chicken was cooked all the way through you started to plate it, waiting for the moment he walked in the door. a few minutes later, the latch started to turn. joe walks in with his arms full of bags. he immediately drops them when he sees you and basically jumps in your arms.

“oh sweetheart, you are sight for sore eyes." joe exclaims. "it smells so good in here? is this all for me?" he gestures to the candles on your small dining room table.

you nod, " i made you favorite. i'm so happy your home."

a huge, wet kiss lands on your forehead, one of joe's specialties, and he moves to finish bringing his bags inside.

once all of his stuff is fully inside the apartment, a huge weight is lifted off your shoulders. joe is home. joe is safe. you feel a little freer, watching him saunter across the room unpacking the most important things he's needs for tonight. you bring the plates to the table setting up the perfect welcome home meal.

on the counter, your half drunk wine glass sits waiting for you. you were drinking a bit while making dinner to calm your nerves. there were about 4 more sips left in the glass when joe picks it up and takes a large swig. your eyes focus on how his lips mold around the glass, leaving an imprint. your back stiffens a bit. you think about how his spit must have gotten into the wine. you couldn't drink that. he then picks up the glass and sets it next to your plate on the table.

"joey you can have my wine if you want." you try to act calm, like your just simply offering him the glass to make it easier.

"oh it's ok darling, i was hoping we had some beer in the fridge. i'm not in a huge wine mood tonight."

you nod and grab a bottle from the fridge from him. you pop the top open and hand it to him.

"thank you baby. i missed you so much" his voice becomes a little lost as you focus on the table.

your eyes find the wine glass sitting on your coaster. you can still see the outline of his lips on the glass. you kiss joe all the time, but sharing the drink was so different in your mind. you couldn't possibly drink after him, you'd get sick.

you sit across from him and dig into dinner. the chicken's a little hard from you overcooking it, so you hope he doesn't notice. he happily eats his food and takes a swig of his beer.

“everything ok baby?” he asks. "you haven't touched your wine since we've sat down."

"i - uh don't really want it anymore..." you say softly. you just want him to drop it and let you guys finish dinner without any more questioning.

he doesn't take that as a true answer, "it's your favorite though, do you want me to get you a glass of water instead?"

you shake you head, "it's ok joe, really."

he stares at you a bit, like hes mulling something over in his head and takes another bit of the chicken. " so, what did you do will i was gone? the apartment looks great sweetheart, but you didn't have to clean for me."

you look around the apartment and its unnaturally clean state. normally the apartment looks lived in, with just the right amount of clutter, but right now it looks like a showroom.

" i read a lot. and cleaned a lot." you say shortly, you're starting to get anxious about his line of questioning. you know he's just being a loving boyfriend asking about you time apart, but it's really getting to you. joe seems to notice as he grabs you hand and starts to squeeze it, grounding you.

"you only clean like this when you spiral. did you have a spiral while i was gone?" he says it so calmly like the answer won't upset him. " i won't be upset if you did sweetheart."

"a little," you mumble.

"hey, it's ok to speak up. do you know what caused it?"

"uh.. you being gone. i worried about you being safe, and uh… not being sick." you head hangs low, eyes finding the floor. joe squeezes your hand again to remind you he's right in front of you.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"i didn't want to worry you. plus you were busy."

“baby, we talked every day. i am never too busy for you. i could have helped you through it, you know i love to help you."

joe has always been super sweet and caring once he found out about your ocd. you never planned to tell him, but he was so invested in your relationship he ended up finding out on his own. you always had patterns and certain things that would tick you off, so he just learned to recognize them and help you through it without making you feel small.

"can i ask what's up with the wine glass?"

his question catches you off guard. you weren't expecting him to ask you again about the wine, but you know you can't hide from him.

"you drank from it. you might give me meningitis."

"meningitis?"

"yes. i don' want to risk it."

"i don't have meningitis baby."

"you might."

he doesn't rebuttal. he gathers his thoughts then says, " i'm sorry for drinking from your glass without asking. next time i will ask first."

you immediately fell awful. you basically just told him he has cooties. yet he's being so sweet. you swallow, "thank you joe, i appreicate that."

"baby, i never want to put you in a situation you feel sick or unsafe in." he starts. "is there anything else i should know to be better going forward?"

"i just don't want to share any food or drink right now. and i would prefer you to take a shower before you get into bed."

"the shower's a given baby. but of course, i'll be mindful about sharing in the future."

he gets up and pulls a fresh glass from the cabinet. he fills it half full and replaces the old glass with the new one. "here baby, fresh and clean." he kisses the top of your forehead. you take a sip from the new glass, grateful that he did that for you.

the rest of dinner goes smoothly. he tells you funny stories from tour, and you explain to him all the books you read in the time he was gone.

without being asked, he takes care of the dishes. he scrubs both glasses clean and disposes of any garbage.

“i'm gonna hop in the shower sweetheart. i'll be out soon."

joe showers for about 25 minutes. you know he only took that long so you could be sure he was actually clean. he walks out in only a towel and changes into blue boxer briefs. he lays down next to you in bed pulling you into his arms.

"you smell good joey." you say as you take in his scent. you can feel the cleanliness on his skin. he feels safe.

"thanks sweetheart. how about i make us pancakes in the morning?"

you nod against him, "that sounds good."

"perfect. i love you baby."

"i love you joey."

"don't ever be afraid to tell me when something's bothering you, ok? no matter how crazy you think it sounds."

he catches your smile in the dark. " i will joe. i know you'd never make fun of me. i guess it's just a mental block."

"then i'll tear it down block by block. you're safe and healthy with me."

you snuggle closer, letting yourself melt into joe's embrace. you missed this the past couple of weeks, and you can already feel the tension disappearing within your muscles.

"goodnight my sweet girl."

"goodnight joey."

paring: clark kent x fem!reader | word count: 1,012

PART ONE PART TWO

summary: desperate to get you out of the city, your parents sign you up you up to be a camp counselor at a sleepaway camp right outside of smallville. to your dismay, you hate the outdoors and sticky children, but someone just might convince you it's not all that bad.

you don't know how long you've been staring, but once you can form a coherent thought, you snap around turning your back to him. "i'm sorry. i wasn't expecting you to be showering right now," you huff. "i mean i wasn't really expecting anyone."

you hear clark shuffle around a bit, going over to the window to grab some clean clothes from his trunk. "hey don't worry about it. it's not like both of our names are on the outside of the cabin."

you freeze. "what?" you break your stance to go check on the outside door until you run straight into what feels like a brick wall. "when you look up, you ran straight into clark, who now only has pj pants on.

he arm shoots out to steady you. "hey, i'm just joking," he says. "lighten up a bit, will ya?"

his hand on your arm makes your face flush. clark could hear your heartbeat pick up and he gives you a shy smile. if you knew that he could hear your heartbeat you would have been mortified, instead you take the smile as him just having lots of southern hospitality.

he slowly releases your arm, "you can have the shower if you want. i'm a heavy sleeper and i don't snore." you don't know what's worse, showering while he waits in your shared room, or not showering and having to stare at him all night. let's be honest you are probably gonna stare at him anyways, so you walk to your trunk and pull out a towel.

" we can share the drawers," he says. "i'll leave the bottoms ones to you so you can reach them."

oh how thoughtful, you think. you roll your eyes and walk into the shower forgetting your pjs that you folded nicely on your bed. you shower until the water runs cold. what could you have possibly done to deserve this messed up, wacky situation. your dad's gonna hear it in the first letter your allowed to send.

you step out and realize you didn't bring your pjs. how embarrassing. you muster up all your dignity and say through the door, "uh... clark could you bring me my pjs?" a second later there's a knock on the door. you crack it open, taking the pjs from him. they had little pink and blue shells on them. they were your favorite because it reminded you of your grandparents' house on the beach. usually you'd spend your summers there, but you weren't so lucky this year.

clark looks away as he passes you the pjs. you change quickly, tame your wet hair and slide into bed. across from you clark still has a lamp on. he's reading. "i'm sorry, does the light bother you?" he asks timidly.

was he always this considerate? you're almost annoyed by it, yet you've never met someone so... nice.

"it's ok. ill be fine." you roll over and face the wall.

the sun barely peaks through the window when you realize clark is gone.

great. scared him off already.

the breakfast bell begins to ring, loud and piercing through the cabins built in speakers. you rush to get up, get dressed, and do something with your messy hair. you throw on your lanyard and make your way to the mess hall.

clark's standing in the middle of the room handing out papers. "ah, there you are sunshine." he says as he abandons his post to make his way over to you. the nickname annoyed you, but you weren't in the mood to fight with your roommate.

"you're going to be with the acorns this summer. don't worry that's my team too! i'll teach you the ropes."

clark was too cheery for 7 in the morning, but since the campers arrived at 9, everyone had to be prepared. "ok! everyone can break!" he exclaims. "make sure to be at your check in spot at 8:45 so you can meet your campers. and you, sunshine, can come with me."

you sigh but follow him out of the mess hall to a table closest to the entrance of the camp. "what's with the sunshine?" you prod.

"i just though it would fit you." he shrugs.

nothing about you screams sunshine. you wonder what he could possibly see in you.

"since we are the only co-ed counselor team, our campers are co-ed. so i was thinking i'll handle the boys and you can handle the girls, sound good?"

everything clark said made sense. he was perfectly organized all the time. it kinda killed you because you always wished to be as focused like he was.

"sunshine?"

his voice snapped you eyes back to his face. "sorry, i was.."

"listen, i know you don't want to be here, but the campers do. could you put on a happy face for them, then i promise i'll let you take it out on me back at the cabin. "

you face contorts, what did that even mean? i'll let you take it out on me? before you mind starts to wander, the first couple of campers start making their way towards the check-in. clark greets them with a smile, and the kids seem to be happy to see him again.

a particularly small boy runs up to clark behind the table. "i missed you mr. clark" he yells boyishly. clark picks him up with one hand, balancing him in a way that seems to defy gravity. "i missed you too, buddy. let's get you checked in." clark checks his name off the list, then sets him down so the boy can grab his trunks from his parents.

"they seem to really like you." you observe.

"they'll like you too, i have no doubt sunshine." he reaches over and tugs your braid. you heart flutters at the unexpected touch.

you try to shake out of your clark induced trance as a group of girls make their way to the table. you smile at them still blushing and take their names.

pairing: clark kent x fem!reader | word count: 1,727

summary: something about clark's hands do it for you everytime, and you find out they have a mind of their own.

warnings: SMUT 18+, hands, hand kink, finger sucking, fingering, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl), clark being a sweetheart, some light dirty talk, established relationship but she doesn’t really know he’s superman

you never realized when you first started staring at his hands. maybe it was when he would profusely push up his glasses, or maybe when he would cook dinner for you when you came home from a long day of work.

you noticed everything about him. the way his skin would shift over his veins, how they almost always seemed to be callused even though he only worked a desk job. sometimes when he would bring work home, you'd sit next to him for hours watching the way his long fingers would fly over the keyboard, his tongue popping out of his lip when he was extremely focused.

his hands were always something you were ashamed of liking. why did it turn you on so much? it's just a regular body part, everyone has them. but not everyone has hands like clark's.

clark quietly noticed your obsession with his hands, he just was never brave enough to say anything to you about it. the way you always reached for his hand when walking down the sidewalk made his heart flutter. and when you guys would sit on the same side of the booth and you would grab his free hand and place it gently on your thigh like you wanted his attention, that made him even more nervous.

he truly pieced it together when one night you guys were sharing some left over birthday cake. while trying to cut you a big slice, his finger accidentally dipped into the frosting. instead of grabbing a napkin to clean it up, you lifted his finger to your mouth and sucked the icing clean off. it was safe to say he was shocked. as you lips popped off his pointer finger, his pants began to tighten. he finished cutting your slice and pretended like it never happened.

tonight, you were sitting on the couch scrolling through the channels, waiting for clark to come home. he told you he would be staying late to finish up some pieces so you weren’t worried about him. after a while you gave up and put on an old romcom, one of your favorites. about 30 minutes later, the latch to the apartment door opens and clark comes in with his briefcase. he loosens his tie and takes off his loafers at the door.

“hi sweetheart,” he calls out, happy to see you all comfy on the couch in your pjs. “sorry i was so late. today was absolutely the last day to get the story turned in.”

“it’s ok clark. i understand.” you say as you push yourself up a little bit. “there’s still some pasta on the stove if want some baby.”

clark makes his way into the kitchen to inspect the pasta. “wow honey, this looks amazing.” he starts to plate himself some, then adds a little extra because he knew you’d want some bites. when he sits down next to and tries the pasta for the first time his face lights up.

“good?”

“better than good sweetheart. so did you miss me?”

you giggle, letting warmth flood your face. “maybe just a bit clark.” clark collects some pasta on his fork and raises it up to your mouth. you gladly accept the bite, your eyes never leaving his big hand. you trace the lines of his veins as he flexes his fingers around the fork. you chew and think you’d rather have something else in your mouth instead.

as his finishes his pasta, he gets up, rinses the bowl and saunters into the bedroom. minutes later he comes out in plaid pj pants, his chest bare.

“and what do i owe the pleasure clark?” you smirk, watching your boyfriends muscles contract as he makes his way over to the couch.

“my suit jackets gets so constricting during the day. it’s nice to let my body air out some.”

“sure clarkie. whatever you say.” you can’t help but smile at his coy reply as he sits down next to you. clark is hefty, and he claims this to be because of the farm work he did as a teenager, so when he sits down the couch completely molds to his body. your feet instantly find purchase in his lap, his massive hands coming to cover your ankles.

“this movie again?” complains clark, even though there really isn’t any annoyance behind it. his fingers rub circles on your ankles driving you wild.

“it’s my favorite. plus nothing else is on.”

suddenly his fingers start to trail up your calf. you pretend not to notice, but he hears the subtle change in your breathing. his well groomed fingernails lightly scratch your skin as they travel higher.

“clark,” you whisper.

“sweetheart.”

“what are you doing?”

“just enjoying my sweet girl. why, is that a problem?”

his fingers go higher and higher until his arm is completely stretched out. once he can’t reach any further he quick pulls you legs further into his lap, sliding you down the couch.

“clark!”

“sweetheart!”

“you could have just asked if you wanted me in your lap so bad.”

“where the fun in that?” clark teases.

his fingers ghost over your thin pjs shorts. they were the ones that clark bought you for your birthday last year. the ones that have the cute little hearts on them. you eyes flick back to his hand that’s now rubbing the inside of your thigh. you part your legs without even thinking about it.

“these look so cute on you, pretty girl.” clark coos. his hand slips under your shorts and starts to rub the lace that is sitting on your hip. “what color you got on underneath these, sweetheart?”

your breath hitches. usually clark isn’t this forward. “um pink.” you say shyly. you continue to watch the outline of his hand under your shorts. the fabric flows over his hand so nicely, but you wish you could see the tanned skin.

“pink? you wore pink for me sweetheart?”

your face goes a little pink. warmth is trailing up your body. even warmth is starting to settle low in your belly as he continues to play with the lace. “well.. i uh- i didn’t know we’d be doing this tonight.”

his hand stops immediately and retreats from under the fabric. “i’m sorry did i make you uncomfortable?”

“no.. no never clark. i just- usually i initiate this kind of stuff.” your face must be bright red now because clark just laughs.

“i know, but i have some things i want to try. is that ok?” he hand flexes. it makes your mouth water. you finally get the courage to nod and his hand slips under your waistband. “can i take this off pretty girl?” another nod from you urges him to light pull down your pj shorts leaving you in the pink lacy underwear.

“pink might just be my favorite color on you.” clark says, his hand drifting across your thighs teasing at the lace. “i’ve been thinking.. did you know your heart beats faster when you look at my hands?”

“my heartbeat? clark what are you talking about?”

“i can hear it.. uh speed up. drives me crazy.” he gives an awkward smile. his fingers finally dip past the lace making you shiver. “i can smell you too. right now. this is turning you on.”

you’re shocked and kinda confused at his rambling. “smell? what smell? clark, i don’t-” his fingers swipe over your damp center. “clark!” you gasp.

“smell so good. let me make you feel good. just watch my hands sweetheart.” his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, soothing circles. he’s so precise in his movements you already start to whimper and wiggle.

“you like my hands don’t you sweetheart. i saw the way you were eyeing them today.” you nod barely being about to catch your breath from his relentless attention. one finger starts to prod at your hole, “please clark” you beg. he pulls off the pink panties, finally freeing yourself to him.

“you don’t need to beg sweetheart, you know i’ll give it to you.” his finger slowly enters, leaving time for you to adjust. somehow you can feel the roughness from inside, feeling the hard work left on his hands. he starts to pump inside of you, reaching places you never thought were possible with just one finger.

“can i add another one sweetheart?”

at a loss of words, you nod again. the stimulation from both inside and outside your pussy was enough to take you over the edge. once the second finger slips in, a moan escapes your lips.

“good girl. you sound so pretty for me.” his fingers finding a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart.

“clark, i’m close” you whisper not being able to even speak clearly. the feeling of his fingers so deep inside of you, brings you to the edge faster than you realize. his hands tearing you undone.

“so pretty, sweetheart. give it to me. i know you want to.” he eggs you on. between his voice and his fingers, you lose all strength finding your release. “clark!”

you catch your breath, heart still beating out of your chest. as he slowly removes his fingers, a string of your release connects his finger back to your pussy. when he pulls them far enough away, the string snaps, coating his fingers. he brings them up to your mouth. “open sweetheart.” he pleads.

you suck in his fingers, tasting yourself on him. you don’t know what you enjoyed more, his fingers in your mouth or pussy. maybe next time you can convince him to do both. he pops them out of your mouth and wipes them on his pj pants.

“was that ok for your sweetheart? i kinda wanted to focus on the hands since you’ve been so focused on them recently.” he leans forward pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“was i that obvious?” you ask.

“maybe just a bit sweetheart. but i notice everything about you.” he pulls you closer into his lap. his hand finds yours as you tuck yourself against his bare chest.

“clark?”

“sweetheart?”

“what did you mean by you could hear and smell me?”

clark goes ridged behind you.

“you know what, nevermind it was hot either way.”

paring: clark kent x fem!reader | word count: 1,043

PART ONE PART TWO

summary: desperate to get you out of the city, your parents sign you up you up to be a camp counselor at a sleepaway camp right outside of smallville. to your dismay, you hate the outdoors and sticky children, but someone just might convince you it's not all that bad.

a/n: hi! this is my first piece! i really enjoy camp settings and clark kent so i thought i'd give it a go. there's only one swear word so nothing too crazy right now. i thought it would be cute to do a little grumpy x sunshine between them. i hope you enjoy!

"sweetheart! this will be so good for you." your dad says. he's got both hands on the wheel and was trying to make eye contact with you in the rearview mirror. you refused to give him that. "you know i met you mother at a sleepaway camp all those years ago."

"in the middle of nowhere? some random small town so small it's called smallville?" you retort. "i mean how did you even find this place" you whine as you shuffle in your seat. your camp trunk, which used to be your fathers, digs into your side.

"i had some friends back in college from smallville. really sweet, down-to-earth people. their sons a counselor too." you can hear the smile in his voice as he starts to recount old camp memories. you can't be bothered to listen.

just great. the last thing you need is little kansas boy bossing you around here.

as the car pulls through the welcome campers! sign, dread starts to come over you. you shouldn't have been blindsided like this. you were supposed to spend the summer with you best friends, running around the city with not a care in the world, yet here you are in smallville, kansas, possibly the most welcoming town ever. your dad puts the car in park and loads out your trunk. "ok sweetheart, do you have everything? all your clothes, sunscreen, bathing suits?"

you sigh, "basically everything except my dignity dad." you take the truck from him, give him a big hug, then drag it all the way over to the check in table. the cheerful lady at the table hands you your counselor lanyard and keys to your cabin.

"cabin 13 is on the right past the mess hall. most of the time we like to spilt the boys and girls into separate cabins, but we have an uneven amount this summer. since you signed up so late, i think you might have a boy staying with you." she must have noticed your face go pale. "honey will that be alright?" you swallow, "it's fine, wonderful even." you take the keys and hightail to the cabin as fast as possible.

it was not fine. it was not wonderful. you had to share with a boy. probably a gross, smelly boy that snored and never showered. this was the worst thing that could have ever happened to you. as you enter the cabin, its completely empty. both beds are neatly made and unclaimed. you take the bed closest to the bathroom. as you start to unpack, reality sets in. you are actually here for 6 weeks. you have to manage children and eat mess hall food and share a cabin with a boy. and on top of all that, camp smallville is almost completely off the grid. no tvs, no phone calls, the only way you could reach the outside world was through letters. charming for some, a nightmare for you. you think back to your dad saying camp was always like the "good ole days" and that it stayed untouched by "technology and hardship". you heavily disagree. this was probably going to be the hardest 6 weeks of your life.

after you unpack, still no boyish roommate in sight, you head to the mess hall where you were told a counselor meeting was taking place before the campers arrived tomorrow. you were the last one to show up.

so much for making a good impression.

inside, about 26 counselors are hugging and catching up, talking about what they missed since last summer. the ages seemed to range from 19 to 23, so all college students coming back after long year of studying. what you wouldn't give to be in your college town right now instead of being here, a dirty mess hall where you are the only non-returning camp counselor.

The meeting goes by fast, and no one forces you to introduce yourself, so you take that as a win. just as you're trying to slide out the mess hall, a sweet voice interrupts.

"excuse me? are you the new girl?"

you slowly turn around, wincing like you've been caught. "maybe, depends on who's asking" once you make eye contact, your breath catches. he was almost handsome, actually really handsome. he had a sturdy build, which you could appreciate, and the most perfect messy hair.

"uh clark kent," he reaches out to shake my hand. "i didn't mean to scare you, but uh i help train the new counselors, so i thought i'd introduce myself."

you stare at him for an awfully long time. kent. kent. where have you heard that name before? then it hits you, your dad's friend's son. oh my god this is him? he isn't small at all. he's actually quite the opposite.

you don't how long you were staring, but it was obviously long enough for him to drop his hand. he awkwardly rubs his hands on his gym shorts, almost embarrassed you never shook his hand. "well if you have any questions tonight, i'm in cabin 13."

your jaw drops even wider. "13?" you stammer. you look like a bus hit you.

"i mean, i haven't unpacked yet so i'll be busy tonight, but yeah cabin 13 if you need anything." he pulls a baseball cap on and flashes a sweet smile. "can i get you name?"

still ogling him, you tell him your name. "well it's nice to meet you, i hope to see you tomorrow" he walks off towards your shared cabin. you stay frozen in place for a moment. your bunk mate is clark kent.

he definitely looks farm fed, you think. after a few minutes your feet start to move, carrying you towards cabin 13. everything will be fine. you'll get along nicely, hopefully. as you push open the door you find clark's 2 trunks stacked neatly by his bed by the window. everything will be fine, you remind yourself. the thought was broken by the sound of the bathroom door opening. out steps clark, only covered by a small towel. you eyes catch down his abs, then back up to his filled-out arms.