cw: slutty!Clark, needy!Clark, Clark loves pussy and looking at pussy and touching pussy and eating pussy and you can't convince me otherwise, oral (f!receiving), slight fingering, did I mention Clark loves pussy?, Clark jizzes his pants, premature ejaculation <3
wc: 1.2k
a/n: finally got around to finishing this one! [inspired only by my ovulation, i managed to make myself all horny lmao]
He loves being on his knees for you. Not just because it makes you feel good (although that's a very important factor), but because he genuinely enjoys touching you, tasting you, just getting to feel your thighs squeeze his head...
He looks up at you on the bed, your head against the pillows. His eyes are dark with lust, his pupils blown wide. Your breathing is heavy, he can see your chest rising and falling. He can hear your heart beating hard and fast, and he can smell your arousal as it starts to drip out of you.
“You're so beautiful, baby,” he says, smiling. “God, you're just so perfect.”
He nuzzles his face against your inner thigh as his fingers undo the button on your jeans and then pull the zipper down.
He helps you out of your pants, his body strumming with desire as the scent of you hits him hard. Sweet and musky, he feels he could get high off it. He's just about drooling as he inches closer, pressing his face to the damp fabric of your panties to inhale deeply.
You squirm a little, a soft gasp escaping your lips, and he groans.
“Baby, you're so sweet,” he murmurs, pulling back a bit so his eyes can trace the damp spot on your underwear. “So beautiful.”
One of his hands slips between your thighs, his thumb gently moving over the wet fabric, causing the cotton to stick to your skin. He traces the shape of your cunt so he can see it through your panties, your soft folds, your swollen clit...He groans softly, his cock twitching in his pants.
You shiver, watching him, watching the way he looks at you with adoration and hunger in his eyes.
He doesn't pull his gaze away from your pussy, he can't. He hooks his fingers around the edge of your underwear and pulls it down slowly, finally revealing your bare, slick skin to him.
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs. “She's so beautiful.” He tosses your panties aside and uses his thumbs to gently part your folds, watching as you clench around nothing.
You whine quietly, your eyes fluttering. "You just gonna sit and stare?" you tease, though it comes out more as a plea.
He looks up at you and blushes when he realizes he is, indeed, staring. “Sorry,” he says sheepishly, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning a soft pink. “She's just so pretty.”
He leans in then, tracing over your slit with his tongue, the taste of you like a drug to his senses. He moans, closing his eyes as his mouth slants over your cunt, sucking and licking at your delicate flesh.
You whine lowly, hips pressing against his face, rolling with every flick of his tongue. Hot pleasure makes its way over your body, blossoming in your womb and spreading all over your skin.
Clark devours you. He uses his huge hands to hold your thighs open for him, his mouth sucking and kissing and slurping all over your soaked pussy. His nose presses against your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his tongue traces your entrance.
You're moaning so sweetly, one of your hands twisting the bed sheets as the other moves down to tangle in his hair. You grind your hips against his mouth, matching his movements and smearing your slick all over his chin and nose.
Clark's cock is hard, aching where his pants restrain it. He can feel precum already leaking from the tip, the front of his boxers growing damp. He twitches every time you moan, every time your thighs shake, every time a little gush of your slick falls right onto his lips.
He feels crazy, like he's getting too much and not enough at the same time. He just needs you so bad.
You're trembling on the bed, beautiful skin sticky with sweat, gorgeous tits rising and falling as you gasp for breath.
“Clark,” you whine, breathless. “Clark!”
He hums against your cunt, heat gathering low in his stomach at the way you moan his name. He knows what you want, knows what you're trying to tell him.
He'll get you there without an issue.
His tongue slips inside you, feeling your tight gummy walls clenching. You squeal softly, delighted, as he fucks you with his tongue.
Clark feels like he's going to combust. His skin is hot, his cock is painfully hard, and his mind feels like it's spinning. He's needy and achy and desperate. But, above all else, he's determined to make you feel good.
He moves your thighs over his broad shoulders, keeping you open and pressing closer against you.
You mewl, the fingers in his hair tugging at it, making him groan. You can feel your body tightening, tensing, wave after wave of ecstasy overcoming you as Clark pushes you closer to the edge.
Clark knows, even before you're done, that he's not going to last. He might not even last long enough to take his pants off. With the way you're shaking and the way you're moaning and the taste of you on his lips, he's already on the edge himself.
But you come first. He'd die before failing to give you the pleasure you deserve.
He moves his lips to your clit, his tongue tracing over the sensitive nub and making your hips jolt against his mouth.
One of his hands slips between your thighs, fingers smearing across your soaked cunt before slipping into you.
You moan softly, wet, warm walls tightening around his two digits as they fuck into you at a steady pace.
“Fuck!” you squeal, back arching off the bed, thighs quaking as the coil in your womb grows suddenly unbearable.
Clark knows you're right there.
He sucks on your clit and curls his fingers up to press against your g-spot, sending you whirling over the edge.
Heat explodes across your body, the tight tension in your womb snapping and making you see stars as you close your eyes. You squeal and moan and whimper Clark's name, hips rolling against his face as you ride out your orgasm.
For a minute, Clark thinks he's got himself together as he watches you come. Until your thighs squeeze his head between them, and the feel of it sends him over the edge.
He comes into his pants, grunting in surprise as he feels each thick, sticky rope spill right against his boxers. He shudders, breathing heavily, the taste of you still strong on his tongue.
When your thighs loosen on either side of his head, he looks up at you, feeling a blush rise from his neck to the tips of his ears until he's all red.
You release your death grip on his hair, slumping back against the bed, limp and satisfied. He's glad you're too out of it to realize what's happened to him.
He places one last kiss against your cunt before pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean.
“You okay, baby?” he asks gently, voice rough.
You nod weakly, murmuring incoherently.
He chuckles softly. “I'm gonna go get something to clean you up, okay? Gimme a minute,” he says before making his way to the bathroom, eager to clean himself up before you realize how much of a slut he is for you.
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