i hate going to the doctor for menstrual stuff. yes, ive tried water. yes, ive tried yoga. yes, ive tried ginger. no, i haven't lost weight, because we both think i have an eating disorder. yes, i am in pain. yes, i am sure. no, it is not anxiety. yes, im on birth control.
i hate going to the doctor for menstrual stuff. yes, ive tried water. yes, ive tried yoga. yes, ive tried ginger. no, i haven't lost weight, because we both think i have an eating disorder. yes, i am in pain. yes, i am sure. no, it is not anxiety. yes, im on birth control.
The Monaco apartment was quiet except for the sound of rain pattering against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Charles had just returned from a grueling triple header, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes—but also something else. Hunger. Need.
"I missed you," he said, his accent thicker when he was tired, dropping his bag by the door and crossing to where you stood in the kitchen.
"I missed you too," you replied, melting into his embrace. His hands immediately found your waist, pulling you flush against him.
"Three weeks is too long," Charles murmured against your neck, his lips trailing kisses along your skin. "I've been thinking about you every night. About touching you. Tasting you."
Heat pooled in your belly at his words. Your relationship with Charles was passionate, intense—the sex always incredible. But there was something different in his touch tonight, something almost desperate.
"Charles," you breathed as his hands slid under your shirt, finding bare skin.
"Mmm?" He was already working your shirt up and over your head, his green eyes dark with desire as they roamed over your body. "Dio, you're so beautiful. I need you. Now."
He lifted you onto the kitchen counter, stepping between your legs. His mouth found yours in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained passion. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his hardness press against you through his jeans.
"Bedroom," you managed between kisses.
"Too far," Charles growled, already working at the button of your shorts. "I need to taste you. I've been dreaming about it."
He pulled your shorts and underwear off in one smooth motion, spreading your thighs wide. The cool air hit your heated skin, making you gasp.
Charles dropped to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs, and looked up at you with those intense green eyes.
"So pretty," he murmured in Italian, before diving in.
His tongue was everywhere—licking, sucking, exploring. He ate you out like a man starved, groaning against your flesh. Your hands found his hair, gripping tight as pleasure built rapidly.
"Charles, oh god—"
He slid two fingers inside you, curling them upward while his mouth focused on your clit.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. His fingers moved with purpose, hitting a spot inside you that made your vision blur.
"That's it, mon amour," he encouraged, his voice muffled. "Let go for me."
The pressure was building differently than usual—more intense, almost uncomfortable. You tried to pull away slightly, but Charles held you firm, his fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm against that spot inside you.
"Charles, wait, I feel—something's—"
"Don't fight it," he commanded, looking up at you. "Give it to me."
His mouth returned to your clit, sucking hard, and suddenly the pressure released in a way you'd never experienced. Liquid gushed from you as you came, harder than you ever had before, your whole body convulsing with the intensity of it.
Charles pulled back slightly, his face and shirt soaked, his eyes wide with shock and unmistakable excitement.
"Cazzo," he breathed, staring at you in wonder. "Did you just—you just squirted."
Embarrassment flooded through you, mixing with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't know I could—I've never—"
"Sorry?" Charles stood, a wild grin spreading across his face. "Bella, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "You have no idea how sexy that was."
"Really?" you asked, still mortified but also intrigued by the hunger in his eyes.
"Really." He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. "And now I'm going to make you do it again."
He carried you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed with surprising gentleness given the intensity in his expression. He stripped off his wet shirt, revealing the toned physique you loved, then his jeans and boxer briefs.
"I can't believe you've been hiding this from me," Charles said, crawling over you. "How long have you been able to do that?"
"I didn't know I could," you admitted. "That's never happened before."
His eyes darkened further. "Never? I'm your first?" The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through you. "Dio, that makes it even better. I'm the only one who's made you squirt. The only one who knows how to make your body do that."
He kissed down your body, taking his time now, building anticipation. When he reached your thighs, he spread them wide, studying you with an intensity that made you squirm.
"I want to understand exactly what makes you do it," he said, almost to himself. "What angle, what pressure, what speed."
"Charles—"
"Shh, let me experiment, amore." His fingers slid inside you again, and you were so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you gasped. He moved them slowly, carefully, watching your face for reactions. When he found that spot again, your hips jerked involuntarily.
"There," he said with satisfaction. "Right there. Your body tells me everything."
He began to work that spot with focused precision, his other hand pressing down on your lower belly. The pressure built again, faster this time, and you felt that same overwhelming sensation.
"I can't—it's too much—"
"Yes, you can," Charles insisted, his voice firm. "You're going to come for me again. You're going to squirt all over my hand."
The combination of his fingers and his words pushed you over the edge. You came with a cry, liquid gushing again, soaking the sheets beneath you. Charles watched with rapt attention, his cock visibly throbbing.
"Perfetto," he breathed. "So fucking perfect. I love watching you lose control like that."
Before you could recover, he was positioning himself at your entrance. "I need to be inside you when you do it again," he said, sliding in with one smooth thrust.
You were so wet, so sensitive, that the stretch was almost too much. Charles groaned, his head falling forward. "You feel incredible. So wet for me."
He started moving, his thrusts deep and purposeful. One hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit, while he angled his hips to hit that spot inside you with every thrust.
"I can feel it building in you already," he said, his accent thicker with arousal. "Your body is so responsive to me now that I know what you need."
"Charles, please—"
"Please what, bella? Please make you squirt again?" He thrust harder, his fingers circling your clit with practiced precision. "I'm going to. I'm going to make you come so hard you soak us both."
The dirty talk combined with the physical sensations was overwhelming. You felt the pressure building again, even more intense with him inside you.
"That's it," Charles encouraged, feeling your body tense. "Don't hold back. Give it to me. Show me how good I make you feel."
You came with a scream, your body convulsing around him as you squirted again. The sensation of it happening while he was inside you was indescribable—intense and intimate and almost too much.
"Fuck, yes," Charles groaned, his rhythm faltering. "I can feel it, feel you gushing around my cock. So fucking hot—"
He came with a shout, buried deep inside you, his whole body shaking with the intensity of it. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing hard, covered in sweat and your release.
"That was..." you started, unable to find words.
"Incredible," Charles finished, lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were still dark with satisfaction and something else—a new hunger. "I want to make you do that every time we have sex."
You laughed breathlessly. "I don't know if my body can handle that."
"We'll build up your stamina," he said with a grin, rolling to the side and pulling you against him. "This is just the beginning, amore. I'm going to learn everything about your body. Every way to make you squirt for me."
—
Two days later, you were in the Ferrari motorhome at the track. Charles had qualified P2, and the adrenaline was still pumping through him when he pulled you into his driver's room and locked the door.
"We only have twenty minutes before the debrief," you protested weakly as he backed you against the wall.
"Then we'll have to be quick," Charles said, already working your jeans open. "I've been thinking about making you squirt all through qualifying. It was very distracting."
"Charles, someone might hear—"
"Then you'll have to be quiet," he said with a wicked grin, dropping to his knees. "Think you can do that, bella?"
He didn't wait for an answer, pulling your jeans and underwear down and lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. His mouth found you immediately, tongue working with focused intensity.
You bit your lip to keep from crying out, one hand braced against the wall, the other tangled in his hair. Charles knew exactly what he was doing now—he'd spent the past two days studying your body, learning what made you squirt, and he applied that knowledge ruthlessly.
His fingers slid inside you, finding that spot, while his mouth sucked on your clit. The pressure built rapidly, and you knew you were going to come embarrassingly fast.
"Charles," you whispered urgently. "I'm going to—the mess—"
He pulled back just enough to say, "I don't care. Come for me. Now."
His mouth returned to you, and you came hard, squirting into his eager mouth. He groaned against you, drinking you down, his fingers never stopping their movement to prolong your orgasm.
When you finally came down, legs shaking, Charles stood and kissed you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it sent another wave of arousal through you despite having just come.
"I love that I can do that to you," he murmured against your mouth. "Love that I can make you lose control in twenty minutes in my driver's room where anyone could hear."
"You're insatiable," you said, but you were smiling.
"Only for you," Charles replied, helping you back into your clothes. "And tonight, when we get back to the hotel, I'm going to take my time. I'm going to make you squirt so many times you lose count."
—
He kept his promise. That night in the hotel, he spent hours working your body, learning new ways to make you squirt. With his fingers. With his tongue. With his cock. He tried different positions, different angles, different combinations of stimulation.
By the time he finally let you rest, the sheets were soaked, you were boneless with exhaustion, and Charles looked like he'd won the championship.
"I think I'm addicted," he admitted, pulling you against his chest. "To making you do that. To watching you lose control. To knowing I'm the only one who can make your body respond like that."
"I've created a monster," you said, but there was no real complaint in your voice. The sex had always been good with Charles, but this new dynamic—his obsession with your pleasure, his determination to master your body—had taken things to another level.
"A monster who loves you," Charles corrected, kissing your forehead. "And who is going to spend the rest of his life finding new ways to make you squirt."
—
A week later, you were in his car—the road car, not the Ferrari, though the way Charles drove sometimes made you question the difference. He'd picked you up from dinner with friends, and his hand had been on your thigh the entire drive, slowly creeping higher.
"Charles, you're driving," you said as his fingers brushed against your center through your dress.
"I'm an excellent driver," he replied, his eyes still on the road but a smirk on his lips. "I can multitask."
He pulled into an empty parking garage, driving to the top level where there were no other cars. He parked in a dark corner and immediately reclined your seat back.
"Charles, what are you—"
"I've been thinking about this all through dinner," he said, already pushing your dress up.
"Watching you laugh and talk, knowing what I can do to your body. Knowing that under that pretty dress, you're already wet thinking about it too."
He wasn't wrong. His obsession with making you squirt had awakened something in you too—a confidence in your body's responses, an anticipation of the pleasure he could give you.
Charles pulled your underwear aside, his fingers sliding through your wetness. "So ready for me already," he murmured appreciatively. "My good girl, always ready to squirt for me."
The dirty talk still made you blush, but it also made you wetter. Charles had discovered he could make you squirt faster when he talked like this, and he used it shamelessly.
His fingers slid inside you, immediately finding that spot, while his thumb circled your clit. The angle was different in the car, but Charles adjusted quickly, always learning, always adapting.
"I want to see if I can make you squirt in under five minutes," he said conversationally, as if he wasn't currently finger-fucking you in a parking garage. "My record is seven. Think we can beat it?"
"Charles—"
"That's not an answer, bella." His fingers moved faster, more purposefully. "Come on, amore. Show me how well I've trained your body."
The combination of his skilled fingers and his words pushed you rapidly toward orgasm. You gripped the door handle, your other hand clutching his arm, as the pressure built.
"Three minutes," Charles said, glancing at the car's clock. "You're going to beat the record. I can feel it. Your body is so responsive to me now. You're going to squirt all over my leather seats, and every time we drive somewhere, you'll remember this."
You came with a muffled cry, squirting hard, the liquid splashing against the seat and Charles's hand. He groaned in satisfaction, working you through it.
"Two minutes and forty-five seconds," he announced proudly when you finally stopped shaking. "New record. I think that deserves a reward, don't you?"
Before you could answer, he was pulling you into his lap, somehow maneuvering in the confined space to free his cock from his jeans. He lifted you easily, positioning you over him, and pulled you down onto his length in one smooth motion.
You gasped at the sudden fullness, your sensitive body clenching around him. Charles groaned, his hands gripping your hips.
"Ride me," he commanded. "And when you're close, I'm going to make you squirt again with my cock inside you. I love feeling it, feeling you gush around me."
You started moving, the angle making him hit deep inside you. Charles's hands guided your movements, one sliding between your bodies to find your clit.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, watching your face. "Taking my cock so well. So wet for me. I can feel how close you are already. Your body knows what's coming."
"Charles, I can't—not again so soon—"
"Yes, you can," he insisted, his fingers moving faster on your clit. "You can and you will. Because I know your body better than you do now. I know exactly what it needs."
His confidence was intoxicating. The way he'd learned your body, mastered it, made you feel desired in a way you'd never experienced. You felt the pressure building again, impossibly.
"That's it," Charles encouraged, thrusting up to meet your movements. "I can feel it. You're going to squirt all over my cock again. Going to make a mess of both of us. Do it, bella. Come for me."
You came with a cry, squirting around his cock, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
Charles groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust up hard, chasing his own release.
"Fuck, yes, just like that—" He came with a shout, buried deep inside you, his whole body tensing.
You collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing hard in the steamed-up car. Charles's hands stroked your back soothingly, a contrast to the intensity of moments before.
"I love you," he murmured into your hair. "And I love what we've discovered together. What your body can do. What I can make you feel."
"I love you too," you replied, lifting your head to kiss him softly. "Even if you've become obsessed."
"Obsessed is such a strong word," Charles said with a grin. "I prefer 'dedicated to your pleasure.'"
"Is there a difference?"
"Not really," he admitted cheerfully. "But can you blame me? Watching you squirt, feeling it, knowing I'm the one making it happen—it's addictive. You're addictive."
—
Back at his apartment that night, Charles ran you a bath, joining you in the large tub. The warm water soothed your well-used body, and you leaned back against his chest with a contented sigh.
"I've been thinking," Charles said, his hands idly stroking your arms.
"That's dangerous," you teased.
He pinched your side gently. "I've been thinking about how lucky I am. That I get to be the one who discovered this about you. That I get to be the one who makes you feel this good."
You turned in his arms to face him. "I'm the lucky one. You could have been weird about it, or made me feel embarrassed. Instead, you made me feel sexy and confident."
"Because you are sexy," Charles said seriously. "The way you respond to me, the way you trust me with your body—it's the biggest turn-on of my life. I know I've been a bit... intense about it."
"A bit?" you laughed.
"Okay, very intense," he conceded. "But it's because I love making you feel good. I love that I can do something to you that no one else has. It makes me feel..." he searched for the word, "possessive. In a good way. You're mine, and I'm the only one who knows how to make your body do that."
"I am yours," you confirmed, kissing him softly. "And yes, you're the only one. My first and my only."
Charles groaned, pulling you closer. "Don't say things like that unless you want me to make you squirt in this bathtub right now."
"We just had sex in your car an hour ago," you pointed out. "Aren't you tired?"
"Never too tired for you," Charles said, but he didn't push. Instead, he just held you, the water lapping gently around you both.
Later, in bed, Charles spooned behind you, his hand resting possessively on your hip. "Thank you," he murmured sleepily.
"For what?"
"For trusting me. For letting me explore this with you. For not being embarrassed or ashamed of what your body can do."
You laced your fingers with his. "Thank you for making me feel safe enough to let go. For being so enthusiastic about it that I couldn't help but embrace it too."
"Oh, I'm very enthusiastic," Charles said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. "In fact, I'm already planning what I want to try tomorrow."
"Of course you are," you said fondly.
"I was thinking," he continued, his hand sliding from your hip to your stomach, "maybe we could try it with you on top, but facing away from me. The angle might be interesting."
"You've really thought about this."
"Bella, I think about it constantly," Charles admitted without shame. "About all the ways I can make you squirt. All the places. All the positions. It's become my favorite hobby."
"Your favorite hobby is making me squirt?"
"My favorite hobby is making you come so hard you lose control," he corrected. "The squirting is just the most visible, most satisfying evidence of that."
You turned in his arms to face him. "You really are obsessed."
"Completely," Charles agreed, kissing you. "And I have no intention of stopping. I'm going to spend the rest of our lives finding new ways to make you squirt. New places. New techniques. I'm going to become an expert in your pleasure."
"You already are an expert," you said, touched by his dedication even as you teased him.
"Then I'll become a master," Charles said with determination. "A PhD in making you squirt. Professor Leclerc, specializing in his girlfriend's orgasms."
You laughed, the sound turning into a moan as his hand slid between your legs. "Charles, I thought we were sleeping."
"We will," he promised, his fingers already finding that spot inside you with unerring accuracy. "Right after I make you squirt one more time. For science."
"For science?" you gasped as pleasure built rapidly.
"For science," Charles confirmed solemnly, though his eyes were dancing with mischief. "I need to test my hypothesis that I can make you squirt in under two minutes when you're already relaxed and satisfied."
"You're ridiculous," you managed, even as your hips started moving against his hand.
"I'm dedicated," he corrected, his thumb finding your clit. "There's a difference. Now stop talking and come for me, amore. Show me how well your body knows mine now."
And you did, because he was right—your body did know his now. Knew his touch, his rhythm, exactly what he could make you feel. You came with a cry, squirting over his hand, and Charles watched with that same look of wonder and satisfaction he'd had the first time.
"One minute and thirty-eight seconds," he announced proudly. "New record again. I think we should celebrate."
"Charles, I can't—"
"Tomorrow," he agreed, pulling you close and kissing your forehead. "Tomorrow I'll make you squirt at least five times. But tonight, we sleep."
"At least five times?" you asked weakly.
"At least," Charles confirmed cheerfully. "I'm thinking morning sex, shower sex, maybe afternoon sex if I can get away from the simulator early, and definitely multiple rounds before bed. I have plans, bella. So many plans."
You should have been exhausted by the prospect. Instead, you felt a thrill of anticipation.
Because as obsessed as Charles was with making you squirt, you'd become equally addicted to the pleasure he gave you, to the way he made you feel desired and worshipped.
"I love you," you said, snuggling into his chest.
"I love you too," Charles replied, his hand stroking your hair. "My beautiful, responsive, perfect girl who squirts so prettily for me."
"You're never going to get tired of this, are you?"
"Never," Charles said with absolute certainty. "This is my new favorite thing in the world. Well, second favorite. You're still first. But making you squirt is a very close second."
You fell asleep in his arms, already knowing that tomorrow would bring exactly what he'd promised—multiple orgasms, multiple times squirting, and Charles's continued obsession with mastering every aspect of your pleasure.
corruption kink with perv college age clark……… teaching his sweet childhood southern belle friend how to feel goooood………….. teaching her how to fuck…. overstimming her with his fingers and tongue like a meanie at least 3 times (and telling her it’s normal when she shakily asks) before splitting her open……:…… then the next time they hook up He only makes her cum once & she asks Isn’t she supposed to give him another………. and another…………………
clark licks his bottom lip and nods. eyes dazed while his head is down between her legs.
“mmhm. yeah. three times is the standard. don’t let any guys try and tell you different.”
she swallows the saliva built up on her tongue and peeks down at him.
“seems like a lot to me.”
clark snorts a cheeky laugh and resumes kissing her inner thighs, squeezing the flesh in his giant hands to help her relax. she’s so inexperienced she didn’t even know that having that many orgasms during one fuck is more than plenty. clark just wanted to watch her squirm. “well, just think about it. three’s better than zero. shouldn’t settle for anything less,” he affirms. “any boys try and get with you like I am, tell them you’ve got standards. and if they don’t live up to those standards, kick them out.”
teaching her was so fun. corrupting her was even more of a delight. he could tell her just about anything and she’d believe it, touch her anywhere and she’ll cry from it. he’d rubbed her through her panties with three of his fingers for over an hour just to feel the slow gradual puddle start to soak through her underwear. make his fingers sticky while he kissed her neck and whispered more lessons in her ear.
she always whined and wailed like a virgin, a secret she was shy and reluctant to let out to him as soon as their conversations started getting less PG after hours in her dorm. when her roommate was gone, clark was knocking at her door and ditching all of his other friends to spend time teaching her a little course of his own. she was easily the most book smart in their class but fell short in any knowledge of how to feel good. clark was mischievously eager to give her pointers.
“you can cum once on my fingers, once on my tongue, once on my dick….”
he noses up the cotton still covering her crotch. “or once on my tongue, twice on my dick. it’s whatever you want. however you want it.”
she gasps when he licks her clit through the fabric. clark aches when he feels how swollen, how ready she tastes.
he can’t hold back his cheeky laugh when a pointer finger of his reaches up the bottom hem of her panties and wiggles, snapping the band against her skin with a raised brow. “think it’s time to take these off yet? sounds like you’re ready to act out your first lesson.”
she gulps and it’s so innocent and cute his dick pulses even more just witnessing it. her feet graze his back and it felt like heaven to even get to be touched by her.
he takes her clawing at his hair as an enthusiastic yes and he obeys with a long, slow drag of her panties down both of her legs splayed up and bent in the air. when her pussy is out and open it is mouthwatering to look at. he swears he’s hypnotized by her pussy when he goes in a trance to saying nothing more before diving face first in. hums with his first lick. tickles her clit with the tip of his tongue, and it’s got its own little heartbeat that he needs to salvage it.
her whimpers sing in his ears, telling him he’s off to a great start.
“that’s—that’s—“
“feel good?” he grins. “don’t stress yourself out talking baby. just sit back, sit back and enjoy it,” he coos. paws so softly up her hip bones. obediently, her head lies back down with a shaky sigh. “good girl. good.”
she may have been meek, reserved to reveal any direct details about her virginity. says she’s maybe kissed a boy or two, left the rest to the imagination to fill in the gaps. clark knows it had to be code for Never Been Satisfied. possibly even Never Been Touched.
“taste perfect,” he whispers after a long, self indulging lick. ducks his nose down to breathe her in. her legs react with a tremble, her breathing stuttered while she mutters a shy th…thank you.
“mm, what’re you thanking me for,” he mumbles, boyish laugh stuck on his tongue. “I’ve been dying to be here. knew you’d taste like a peach even when I first met you.”
“really? when we were that young?”
that’s without a doubt.
“of course.”
he kitten licks the hood of her clit, making a pattern of dragging his tongue up and down to gather everything she drips. savors it and swallows it, hoping the taste will never leave his tongue. his dick is beating so hard it could pulse and explode, but it wasn’t about him right now. he had priorities first.
she clamps down in rhythmic beats as he sucks down the button of her clit, writhing with helplessness. clark continues his licks while hearing his name being uttered over and over. peers his head up and rubs her slit with his finger to check on her.
“you getting ready to have the first one?”
“ye…yes. clark, that feels really really good…”
“mmhm. I know it does. go ahead and give it to me. give me our first. don’t hold back, only two more to go after this,” he breathes. beckons her off the edge with a squeeze of her thighs. “almost there, beautiful.”
a gasp, a shudder, and a tight squeeze of her hand on his hair later and she’s cumming on his tongue so hard he takes her through every wave. praises her while she’s coming down, still clenching every muscle and clawing his hair into a tangled mess.
clark laps it up like someone who’s been hungry for days, licking and sucking her pussy down while she practically sprayed him in the face.
he can’t help wiping his face and licking what comes off his fingers, eating up every drop of evidence left on him. “best orgasm I’ve ever gotten to taste, baby. you did incredible.”
she’s wildly overstimulated even after the first one, pink and swollen everywhere all from him. it comes as a shock when his fingers add into the mix, scooping up the river she’s left between her lips as she’s closed her eyes and drifted off. she whimpers like it hurt when he gently thrusted his middle finger in barely past the fingertip. he doesn’t go as far as the knuckle and she’s already whining.
“shhshhshh, we aren’t done yet. don’t tap out on me now,” he giggles. smirk slapped on his face when he dips more of his finger in and curls it upwards, gentle with every tiniest gesture. she’s so sensitive and wet. a river pools out onto his fingers to make them shiny with every pull out, making him clench his jaw and grip his dick. it sits uncomfortably up against his thigh and throbs with every move, every sound she makes.
“we’re going for three, remember?”
“I remember, I remember,” she hurries. “it’s just all so much— feeling too much.”
clark could cum in his pants just from the sound of her raspy, fucked out voice, but that wouldn’t do either of them any good. “I’m so happy you felt good ‘cause of me, baby, but you need more. you aren’t satisfied yet, but I promise you will be.”
it almost sounded like a threat, but she can’t decipher anything while his fingers slide in deeper, pulling all the way out to move side to side on her clit before going back inside her again.
“I’m gonna make you feel even better.”
she groans with her mouth wide open, eyes closed with her twitchy legs sprawled out for him. clark can’t resist leaning in to give her a warm kiss. feeling how she’s so lazy she couldn’t even get her mouth closed while he kisses her. laughing against her mouth, he keeps fingering her pussy and rubbing on the hood of her clit until she’s crying out to him again like he’s God.
his fingers get drenched from all her helpless clenching with every pointed angle up. it fills the room with sloppy noise as he penetrated her with a few of his long fingers, palm finding her clit to rub the hood of her bud.
“mmmhm. that’s it. you’re making that face again. you’re about to give me another aren’t you?”
she mumbles some gibberish that he thinks translates to yes mixed with his name and she grabs onto his wrist. so big she can barely wrap around the entirety of it with her own hand.
her eyes open only to roll back while he digs his fingers in and slides them against her weeping walls. it’s his pleasure to feel the same gushing around his digits that he tasted flowing up against his tongue, knowing she’s been such a strong, good girl by giving him her second one.
he litters her face and collarbones with kisses while she weeps, holding onto him for dear life while the crushing weight of her second orgasm succumbs her.
tender moments of coming down roll by, with clark massaging her hips with soothing pinches of her skin and kissing everywhere between her ribcage to her hairline. he lets her think they’re done, allowing her a breather before he started on act three.
her body’s as good as jelly as her limbs flop about and can’t even stay upright longer than a second. she looks positively fucked out and tired from getting off on his mouth and his hand. but this won’t be the end.
finally, clark’s dick sprung out of his pants, as stiff and solid as it was when he’d even knocked on her door. has precum dripping like a running faucet when it slaps up his belly, his hand coming down to soothe it with a couple teasing strokes.
wincing at his own touch, his heavy lidded eyes don’t know where to land on her body while he strokes. he can’t stop staring. ogling at the mess between her thighs, at her stretched open pussy that still has his spit dribbling down her opening. he keeps slicking his cock up and down in silence before reaching a gentle hand down to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear so it’s not in her face. pets her cheek, grabs her jaw. firm but light when he wakes her up from the dreamy daze.
“c’mon. not finished yet princess. I know you’ve got another one in you. she’s still wet from wanting more,” he raises a brow. pulls a long swipe of his fingers from the bottom of her slit to the top at her bud. demonstrates the slick webbing between his fingers as if he’s showing off the evidence.
she paws at his abdomen and leans her head up as much as she could muster, puckering up and closing her eyes for a lazy kiss. a lazy kiss that he graciously accepts, leaning down with a heavy lidded smirk on his face when she swirls her tongue in his mouth.
“tasting your cum?”
“uh-uh. taste you.”
he snorts a laugh. “why? your cum tastes better than me. here,” clark takes his dick and drags it through all along her pussy folds, wetting up every fat inch of himself and then nodding his head down. “taste it straight off of me for yourself.”
she shivers when his cock barely first made contact, then outright mewls when he slides and rubs it around her hole. with her face stained beat red, she gets up to grab a hold of the v-line of his hips and timidly leans in to take a long inviting lick. doesn’t even have to wrap her lips around it to taste what he was talking about, feeling the warm slick gathering up on her tongue right off his veiny length.
clark’s eyes scrunch closed, tight, with his fists clenched at his sides before she takes it upon herself to keep licking like he’d given her a bowl of cream to lap up. her name is stuttered from his lips, stopping her greedy mouth with a rough hand on the strands of her hair to yank her back.
“don’t keep licking, don’t—I need to be in you before anything happens, don’t make me—“
she’s off him and back to her place with her legs spread out for him like she knows her place. clark huffs out of his nose and gets in position, wrapping each leg around himself for her to stay latched on while his tip finds her hole. doesn’t breach inside, not yet, but circles it. taunts it. waits until she’s as big of a disaster as he’s become. with more wet gliding movements and the wettest clark thinks he’s ever in his life made a woman get, he lines his tip up and lets her swollen pussy feel its weight before it even tries to go in.
“how will it fit?”
clark shakes his head.
“we’ll go slow until it feels good,” he says. her eyes get so wide when she sees how huge he looks pressed up against her. “don’t look down at it, don’t look down. it’s okay — just breathe with me.”
he meets her eyes and doesn’t start pushing in until she’s lax. when he gets to slide even just the tip in it’s the most excruciating pleasure he’s had in a long time, and he knew it. virgin.
“I’ll teach you how it can feel ‘cause really baby, it can feel so good.”
her pussy welcomes him in so soft and warm as he’s kissing her cheekbones and shushing her. eases his hips from side to side to feel her walls out, feeling for what angle made her twitch. when he finds it she makes it obvious, stuttering a groan and ending it with a long hum when he presses up against there again and again. even feels more slippery as he pulls all the way back out just to creep back into that spot again.
“see? doesn’t that feel nice?” he breathes. felt her clenching and raising her legs up higher behind him.
“mm. my good girl, my best friend,” clark taunts as he picks up the pace, still thrusting the head in and out to not overwhelm her and shove it up to her guts yet. he knows he has to wait for that. “you’re gonna love it when I show you more positions.”
“oh god… please, yes—”
“but you like this one, don’t you? me on top of you,” he mumbles as he takes a bold lick up her neck stopping near her chin. he was getting possessive, primal over the thought of being her first. staking his claim, showing her the ropes to the endless adventures of what highs pleasure could take her. “just wait until you take more, you’ll want to get on top of me.”
clark slowly eases in more of his dick this time, achingly slow to feed her more of the girth he had been holding back. wants to make sure she isn’t getting too split open on him, he watches her face and only sees mild annoyance at the snail like pace he’d adopted.
“I like when it goes in faster,” she whines. clark doesn’t hold back his laugh at how easy it was to get her cock hungry already.
“you already wanna go fast? you gotta get used to it first,” clark advised. if he sank in as deep as he could go and as fast as she wanted it, she’d be bleeding all over the sheets. “let’s get used to an inch at a time. that’s it, stay relaxed for me.”
clark lets his hips swivel left and right to wiggle in some more for her, feeling his cock nudge unexplored territory and swallowing him whole. his pace gets quick but he doesn’t allow himself to go balls deep yet, still teasing her g-spot with every drag out and glide back in. his eyes roll back while she whimpers beneath him, the combination of her sounds and her warmth sheathed around him begging for more quickly tearing him apart.
his tolerance is running low as he pressed in more on a particularly rough thrust, knowing she had to be feeling the brunt of it now. when he finds the strength he looks down again at their togetherness, at how his cock and her pussy meet perfectly in the middle, how she’s so stretched open she’s leaving rings of cream all around the width of his cock, with minor drops of blood in the mix.
clark winces and kisses her forehead, verbally checking in on her with a softness only reserved for her.
“am I hurting you, baby? you can tell me if I am, please,” he pleads.
she shook her head, vigorously curling in on him to lift her hips and guide him inside even more.
“not—not hurting anymore, just feels so big, but all’s I want is more of you. keep putting it in, go faster,” she begs.
“you want fast, I’ll give you fast,” he pants. sweat building up on his temples, slowly drifting down his forehead. he holds her in place by her thighs and fucks into her with quick precision, feeling her wetness slathering his cock the deeper it goes. she holds her breath and grabs with one hand onto the wall and the other on his shoulder for support, mouth gargling as it remains wide open.
the bed makes noise every single thrust in, hard creaking and loud squelching while he pounds into her with every ounce of willpower being steadily let go, rug ripped out from him from hearing his name jumbled in with her cries.
“you sound so pretty, look so pretty taking it too, gosh—you take it good. knew you had it in you— mmmm, gonna cum on me next? huh? cum on me, cum on this dick baby, you can do it. you’ve got it,” he encourages. has to halt his movements when she clenches so hard he thinks she’ll suck him in and keep him buried deep forever.
she can’t say anything back, voice only useful for humming and moaning while she fucks back on his dick, meets him for every thrust until her legs clamp up together, lazily holding him in while she cries out one last time to cream on his dick.
and clark has really done it. he’s found heaven.
“I’m cumming in you baby, I’m about to fill you up… don’t fight it, don’t fight it—take it all like I know you can, mmmmm….”
he honest to god squeals while she drains his balls and lets him empty every hot spurt of his load inside of her, clenching on him and dripping all of his cum back out on his dick while it’s still lodged in.
every cell in his body was singing with shock, never wanting to leave her body, never wanting to let her go. he could skip all his classes tomorrow and just stay right here in her bed and fuck. see if they could already beat their record of 3’s if he ate her out longer, fingered her harder. fucked and teased her slower.
their breathing is in sync as their sweaty bodies collide while he collapsed to the side right next to her, nuzzling his face in her hair while his cock selfishly stays crammed into her milked out pussy. she teases him by moving her hips ever so slightly, the angle from the side surely new for her. clark hisses and grabs onto her hip for leverage, more sensitive than he’s felt after a fuck in ages.
clark’s speech is muddled, slurring his words with a sloppy kiss to her neck. “I’ll… I’ll fuck you again, we’ll go again, don’t worry. I just need— d’you have any Gatorade?”
. . . .
the next time they fuck, clark realizes he’s created a monster.
they’re in his dorm this time. tv blaring to muffle any of the noise they make. clark’s roommate was out of town for the week, leaving his room open for more of their steamy encounters.
today they barely bothered to get into any foreplay, far too amped up and excited to get naked and go again. he kisses her as he’s undressing and feels her start to take more charge, getting on top, controlling their pace. she cums on his cock once after riding him fast, hips working harder than he’s ever seen to swirl around and find every spot that pleasured her. clark doesn’t find it in him to stay quiet, eagerly praising her progress and moaning while he does nothing except hold on as he’s getting used.
he cums so hard he thinks he blacks out for a second, mouth wide open and palms squeezing her sides while she rides the cum out of him like he’s nothing but a doll underneath her.
while clark is hardly half conscious she stays on top of him and starts swirling her hips in dangerous circles on him yet again, whispering in his ear, “what, falling asleep already? you taught me we’re supposed to go for three.”
clark takes a deep breath, rubbing her lower back while his other arm is planted over his face to hide his pink cheeks.
“I… I said that ‘cause I wanted to see how far I could take you and keep going. we don’t actually have to cum that many times—“
“well I want to,” she interjects. pulls his arm away from his face and squeezes down his bicep. “didn’t you say not to settle? that I should kick any boys out that don’t live up to my standard wasn’t it?”
clark is wide eyed when he swallows the lump in his throat, nodding his head vigorously. “y—yeah. I did say that. you’re right. let’s go again, take me however you want,” he quickly agrees with a deep breath out. her grin is wide, snarky, like it’s saying to him that’s what I thought. clark knows he’s in deep now. can only hold on for the ride while she turns around to fuck him in reversed cowgirl, lining him back up with ease while he shivers and yelps as if he was the one getting fully stuffed.
he’s reminded of his own lesson while her cum soaks his dick to not ever make a promise that he couldn’t regularly keep.
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I got carried away but this is delicious I love it. roles getting reversed is yummy clark is a sub even when he’s a dom he’s a subby dom
btw I’ll go through more ideas in my ask box I’m slow af at writing sometimes thank u for the patience!
any (generative) ai in fanfic (or anywhere else really) can suck my fat juicy balls. fanfic is by FANS. the point of fanfic is to have fun, create art, etc. art for art's sake. do art because YOU WANT TO CREATE ART. using ai automatically disqualifies 'your' 'piece' from being art.
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