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Summary : After coming home from college, your parents surprise you with a welcome home party. Among the guests is one of your dad's friends, but what you don't expect is for him to stay at your house for a few weeks while his divorce is being finalized. You never imagined your dad's friend would be so attractive that you started developing feelings for him.
Tags : Smut (of course) , College reader is in her late 20s , alcohol consumption, hickeys , drunk sex , dry humping , finger sucking , Dom clark , Boobs sucking
A/N : More clark fics cause why not π€ I'm so sorry if it's short , I took a melatonin gummy while writing and I stopped around 11:00pm at night π₯π₯
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After coming home from college, you expected to spend some quiet time with your family. Instead, your parents threw a welcome home party filled with relatives, family friends, and some of their closest friends.
You spent the next few minutes greeting everyone with warm hugs, catching up with family friends, and answering the same questions over and over about college. You told them about your classes, the new friends you'd made, and how different campus life had been.
In the middle of the conversation, you felt someone gently touch your arm. Turning around, you saw your dad smiling at you. "Sweetie, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked.
You nodded. "Yeah, what's up?"
Your eyes followed your dad's gaze until they landed on the man standing beside him. Clark.
He was taller than you remembered, dressed in a neatly pressed button-up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. A bottle of beer rested loosely in his hand as he offered you a small, polite smile.
"You remember Clark, right?" Your dad asked.
You nodded slowly. "Yeah, I remembered , it's been a while."
Your dad smiled. "Well, he's going to be staying in our guest room for a few weeks until his divorce is finalized."
For a brief moment, your eyes met Clark's. There was something different about him , older, quieter, like he was carrying a weight he didn't know how to put down. He gave you an awkward nod before taking another sip of his beer.
" I really appreciate you letting me stay here," Clark said, his voice calm. "I promise I won't be any trouble."
Your dad gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You're family, Clark. You don't have to worry about that."
Your dad glanced over at you. "Why don't you go talk to Clark, sweetheart?"It's been a while since you two have seen each other."
"Sure, I don't mind at all," you replied with a small smile.
Your dad gave Clark a friendly pat on the shoulder before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.
An awkward silence settled between you as you both watched everyone else chatting and laughing around the living room
Finally, Clark cleared his throat.
"Um... " he began, glancing over at you. "How's college been?"
You turned to face him, relieved that one of you had finally broken the silence.
"It's been pretty good, actually," you said with a small smile. "The first few months were tough, but once I got settled in, everything started getting a lot easier."
Clark nodded. "That's good to hear." He paused for a moment before asking, "So, what are you studying?"
"I want to become a doctor after I graduate."
A warm smile spread across Clark's face. "I think that's an incredible goal," he said. "I'm sure you'll make a great doctor."
The conversation continued effortlessly, the awkwardness you had from earlier slowly fading with each passing minute.
Before either of you could say anything else, your dad's voice called out from across the backyard.
"Clark! Can you give me a hand for a second?"
Clark looked over his shoulder before turning back to you with an apologetic smile. " Your dad is calling me , I should probably get going. It was really nice catching up with you, and it's good to have you back."
He walked toward your dad, leaving you standing there alone.
You watched as the two of them started working on something together, your eyes lingering on Clark a little longer than they probably should have.
There was something about Clark that kept drawing your attention. You looked at his body , He wasn't overly muscular, nor was he out of shape. Instead, he had the kind of sturdy, broad shouldered build that came with age and experience rather than hours in a gym.
You quickly shook the thought away.
"What am I doing? "You scolded yourself. He's your dad's friend, and he's a lot older than me.
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After two weeks of being back home from college, you found yourself lying awake in your room, unable to fall asleep. No matter how much you tried, your mind wouldnβt quiet down.
Eventually, you gave up and got out of bed, quietly making your way downstairs. The house was dark and still until you noticed someone sitting there.
It was Clark.
But what caught your attention wasnβt just seeing him awake; it was the drink in his hand as he sat there alone.
βClark what are you doing?β you whispered, careful not to break the quiet of the room.
Clark looked up at you, his expression tired and distant.
βI couldnβt sleep,β he admitted softly.
βAnd youβre drinking in the middle of the night?β you asked, your voice filled with concern. You slowly walked toward him, noticing the tired look on his face.
βAre you drunk?β you questioned. βJust a little tipsy,β he admitted.
βDo you need help getting to your room?β you asked gently. Clark looked at you for a moment before giving a small nod.
As you helped him up, he hesitated, his expression softening. βCan you stay with me for a little while?β he asked quietly. βI just donβt want to be alone right now.β
βWell, sure. Why not? I canβt sleep either way,β you said softly.
You helped Clark stand up and guided him toward his room, making sure he didnβt lose his balance.
You were focused on helping him and didnβt notice when he quietly grabbed the beer bottle and brought it with him.
You finally made it to his room, only to notice the bottle still in Clarkβs hand. βUgh, Clark, no more drinking,β you said, giving him a concerned look.
He looked up at you with a tired, almost pleading expression.
βAww, come on,β he said softly. βItβs just for one night.β He held up the bottle slightly before adding, βGo grab yourself one too. Just for tonight.β
You let out a sigh, giving in. β Alright , Iβll have a drink with you, but only one,β you said, holding up a finger to make your point.
At least, that was what you meant to say.
Somehow, one drink turned into five or six. Before you knew it, the two of you were lying on the bed, trying your hardest to stay quiet as you laughed, talked, and shared random stories in the middle of the night.
The room was filled with soft laughter until Clark suddenly turned toward you, a curious look crossing his face.
βYou never told me, but do you have a boyfriend over there at your little school?β
You glanced over at him, taking a slow sip of your beer as you thought about your answer.
βHonestly, Iβve never had a boyfriend,β you said. βI guess Iβve always felt like guys my age are just too immature.β
Clark looked at you with a slight smirk, shaking his head a little as he took a sip of his drink.
βSo thatβs what it is?β he asked curiously. βYou think someone older would be different?β
You looked at him, raising an eyebrow at the way he asked the question.
βMaybe,β you said with a small smile. βI mean, someone older might actually know what theyβre doing.β
Clark chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down at his drink.
βIs that what you think?β he teased. βThat older automatically means better?β
You shrugged, trying to hide your smile. βMaybe.β He looked back at you, amused by your answer. βYouβve got a lot of confidence for someone who says theyβve never dated before.β
βAlright, thatβs enough,β you said, trying to change the subject.
You looked away, feeling your cheeks grow warm not just from the alcohol but from the things you had admitted moments before.
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The two of you finished the last of the beer bottles, leaving them scattered on the floor as you sat together on the bed, continuing your late night conversation.
βHey I never told anyone this before,β you said, a small hiccup escaping as you looked down.
βBut Iβve never had my actual first kiss"
Clarkβs expression changed slightly, a hint of surprise crossing his face as he looked at you.
βLike never?β he asked.
You shook your head, quietly admitting the truth.
βCan I ask you something?β you said quietly, looking over at him. You hesitated for a moment before admitting, βCan I practice kissing you?β
Clark froze, clearly caught off guard by your question.
For a second, he wasnβt sure if it was the alcohol talking or if you truly meant what you had just said.
βWait what if your dad finds out?β Clark said, his expression changing as the reality of the situation started to sink in.
You looked at him, your confidence fading for a moment.
βI swear he wonβt find out,β you said softly, still caught up in the emotions of the night. βPlease , I just want to know what itβs like.β
He let out a deep breath and sighed. β All right then , come sit on my lap." he patted his hand on his thigh.
You moved closer to him, getting on his lap .You were a bit nervous at first, but you trusted clark , he knew what he was doing. " Close your eyes, Ima start with a small peck , so you can see how it feels with my lips on yours "
You nodded as you closed your eyes as Clark leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours before he left a soft, gentle peck.
You slowly opened your eyes, still processing the moment. Clark gave a small smile and said, βSee? That wasnβt so bad.β
"Now, where going to try kissing but with tongue , if it gets too much for you , just tap my on the shoulder hard to get my attention "
You shut your eyes once more as Clark's hand softly caressed your cheek, drawing you in closer. This kiss was more profound, brimming with emotion. His lips explored yours, his tongue teasing the threshold of your mouth. Your tongues danced and battled, lost in a passionate embrace, breathless whimpers, and gentle moans mingling between you. The lingering taste of alcohol heightened the moment.
Your tongue glides along the bottom of his lip, and slowly, you rock your hips forward. With the movement of your hips, you can hear him grunt in your mouth.
Clark pulled back from the kiss, looking at you intently. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I've wanted this with you for so long, Clark," you revealed, moving your hips to feel him more. "This is the moment I've been dreaming of, having you all to myself."
Clark bit his lip, trying to suppress any sounds as you kept grinding against him. "You have to promise me you won't make a sound."
"I won't, Clark. Please, I needβ" Before you could finish, Clark went back to kissing you. You melt into the kiss as Clark has his hand all over your body.
Clark pulled away from the kiss again. "Lift up your hands." You did what he said as he removed your shirt, leaving you with your bra. " Dear God, you're so beautiful," he whispered.
He carefully removed your bra and tossed it somewhere in the room. "You have such beautiful tits ," he joked with a smile.
"Please don't say that," you said, feeling a bit shy.
"Oh, is someone getting bashful? Where's that bold girl who knows how to take control?" he joked.
"Shut up and touch me." You started to get impatient
He chuckled softly, giving your breasts the affection they yearn for, his warm tongue gliding over your nipple as he suckled. Clark's eyes were on you, completely absorbed in giving your breast the attention it deserves.
"Clark," you moaned softly. " fuckk, clark "
He eased away from your breast, a playful glint in his eyes. "Shh, I asked you to be quiet," Clark whispered, then turned his focus to your other breast, showering it with the same affection.
He left delicate marks, tiny purple bruises adorning your chest, pulling away with a sense of pride.
"Clark, I need you so much right now," you begged, your voice filled with urgency. He let out a soft chuckle, trailing his tongue from your chest to your neck. "Alright, sweet thing, go lie down for me," he said playfully.
You slid off his lap and settled onto the bed, watching as he stood up and removed his shirt. He glanced at you, silently asking for permission to take off your shorts. You nodded, pulling them off and tossing them somewhere in the room. As you caught sight of his arousal, you instinctively closed your thighs, feeling a rush of excitement.
"Are we feeling excited, baby?" he teased as he gently opened your legs, confirming what he already knew. "I guess we are ."
"Savor my fingers, darling; I want to ensure you're ready for me." You nod in agreement and take his two fingers into your mouth, coating them with your saliva.
With a playful pop, he gently tugged your fingers from your lips. He then shifted your underwear aside, sliding his fingers into your warmth.
He groaned, "Damn, you're so tight. Are you really sure you can handle me, baby?"
You nodded eagerly, "Yes, I can, please, Clark, please, please." He chuckled as he withdrew his fingers from you. "As you wish," he said, pulling down his shorts along with his boxers.
Clark was massive; you had no idea how that would fit inside you. You couldn't tear your eyes away from it. "Do you like what you see, baby?" he teased.
You felt a rush of heat as you got caught, your cheeks flushing. "I'll take it easy on you since it's your first time," he said, sliding your underwear off. "I'll be keeping these."
Clark began slowly, easing himself into you, and your moans filled the air. He leaned in closer, whispering for you to bite down on his shoulder.
You sank your teeth into his shoulder, the intensity building as you murmured, "Damn baby, your so fucking tight " he groaned.
You could only moan to his reply , clinging on for dear life. By the time he's halfway inside of you , your nails are digging into his back, leaving red marks , and your thighs begin to tremble from how sensitive you are . A heavy pressure builds deep within your belly, as if your body is being filled to the brim. When you look down, you can see the subtle outline of him beneath your skin, stretching you from the inside out.
At last, he is finally within you, taking his time to explore you slowly, savoring every inch. You both begin to breathe heavily, locking eyes as you share this intimate moment of love.
"Please, Clark, go faster." You whispered. He nodded in response and began to thrust his hips more vigorously. You arched your back, wrapping your arms and legs around him, savoring the closeness.
The bed began to creak as the two of you attempted to remain silent, yet neither of you truly understood what quiet meant.
"Damn, I'm about to cum. Can I release inside you, baby? Please, please," he pleaded.
You nodded in agreement, feeling his warm essence fill you. Both of you took deep breaths, gazing into each other's eyes. The air was thick with the scent of sex, beer, and bare skin.
"That was incredibly hot," he gasped, breathing heavily.
"That was the best sex I've ever had."
He playfully leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. "Let me help you clean up," he said softly. He reached for a tissue from the nightstand, gently wiping away the remnants of his pleasure from your skin.
You halted his hand, and as he turned to gaze at you, you pressed your lips to his for one final kiss.
"I want to go again" ; you gave him those irresistible puppy eyes. He smiled and said, "Not tonight, but I'll give your body something you'll enjoy."
You were uncertain about his intentions until he drew you closer onto his lap. He began to kiss your neck, leaving behind dark purple hickeys. "When you see these marks, I hope it reminds you of what we shared tonight," he said, pulling you even closer.
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It was morning, and you woke up quite late. A dull ache lingered between your legs, and a throbbing headache pulsed at your temples. Then, memories of last night flooded back, causing you to blush deeply. You made your way downstairs and spotted your dad chatting with Clark while your mom prepared breakfast.
"Good morning, sleepyhead! I made eggs and bacon," your mom beamed.
"Hi, sweetheart," your dad greeted you with a smile, and Clark simply waved in your direction.
You returned the wave, feeling a mix of embarrassment and warmth.
After grabbing your breakfast, you overheard your dad speaking to Clark, "Hey, Clark, I noticed a bite mark on your shoulder. Are you alright?" You nearly choked on your food.
Clark quickly tried to cover up, "Oh, I was just biting myself this morning while getting ready because I had an itch."
Your dad shrugged it off and continued with his meal. Once everyone finished breakfast, you headed back upstairs to prepare for the day.
As you applied concealer to your neck, attempting to conceal it from your parents, a knock echoed through the room followed by a note slipping under the door.
You approached and picked up the note, which read, "Meet me tonight in my room if you're up for round 2."
- Clark
You knew without a doubt that you were going.